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late night talking
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member — minghao x f reader genre — angst, idk if there's enough fluff for this to count as hurt/comfort but the ending is sort of happy ? word count — 2.1k synopsis — the best and worst conversations always happen at 1am. warnings — reader is very drunk and very very insecure, lots of crying, lots of internal back & forth, unreliable narrator moment, refers to reader as girlfriend/my girl/etc., idk if i'm missing anything else but lmk if i am notes — this is an old fic that i never really intended to be released but @onlymingyus and @wooahaeproductions convinced me otherwise. sorry this is not at all what i normally post lmao i swear don't write like this often i just found this in my drive that i wrote when i was in a very shitty mood. we will return to your regularly scheduled smut programming soon i promise lmao! leave a comment in the reblogs or send an ask if you enjoyed this? idk i am nervous to post this pls don't perceive me too much
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you're ugly when you're drunk.
“hao?”
your voice rings throughout the house, the sound shaky and quieter than usual.
he wouldn't even have known you were home if he hadn't heard your friend's car pull up minutes ago, bright headlights flashing through the bedroom window. he wouldn't have known, if he wasn't already worried sick at you being gone so long and consuming an unknown amount of alcohol. he should've been there with you, but too much was riding on the deadline for his students’ grades that had to be finished before midnight. any other day he would've been by your side the whole night, a steady hand on your arm for balance and a sharp eye on your glass just in case. he loves playing the role of protective boyfriend, letting his girl do whatever she wants because he'll always be there to watch over her. but he couldn't do that tonight, and it tears him up inside.
he hears your trudging footsteps down the hall, soft footfalls signalling your approach as you drag yourself towards the room. he pretends not to hear; he doesn't want to make a big deal out of this and embarrass you.
“you're home early,” he comments with a chuckle, but his sarcasm is lost on you in this state. it's well after 1 in the morning, and you tilt your head in confusion at his words, brows deeply furrowed.
“what— are you working on?” you ask after a moment, focusing all your energy on not stumbling over your words. 
you know how drunk you are, he knows how drunk you are, but even now you're still putting on an act. you hate feeling stupid in front of him, and right now you couldn't feel any stupider. the worst part is that you feel as stupid when you're sober as you do right now, but you couldn't tell him that.
he pauses, choosing his next words carefully as he surveys your current state. he can't risk hurting your feelings, especially in such a vulnerable headspace.
“grading finals,” he decides on. not too detailed to confuse you, not too simplified to make you feel stupid, just enough to make you feel involved.
distantly you feel your eyes welling up with tears. you don't know why, but at the same time you know exactly why. you're never good enough compared to him, not when you come home drunk in the dead of night, and he never does. not when he's so good at everything he touches, so talented and beautiful and perfect, and you're… not. 
he deserves someone at his level, an artistic genius like him who can help him with his work. someone with an eye for his paintings, someone smarter, someone prettier, someone who can keep him on his toes. someone who won't drag him down and burden him with your obvious lack of skill and your quality of being so embarrassingly lightweight that you need to be supervised at all times. 
“i’m sorry,” you finally muster. you can't find the words to explain what you mean, but you hope he's able to sense your sincerity.
“what for?” he asks. his voice is softer now. 
you hate it when he uses that voice. he's talking down to you, talking like you're a child and he has to explain everything to you in the gentlest way possible because you aren't capable of handling the truth.
you love when he uses that voice. sometimes he can be so blunt it almost feels isolating, but when he talks to you like you're a child in that sweet, gentle, kind tone you feel like everything will be okay. he can soften himself for you, drop his straightforward persona around you and be the tender man you know he's capable of being. 
you lift your eyes to his computer screen and the feelings you've been struggling with float back into view. “i'm sorry,” you repeat, voice cracking despite the effort you put in to stop it from breaking. it's all you can say.
you don't notice when the tears overflow, bursting from your eyes without a sound. you're embarrassing, you're an idiot, standing in front of him with red eyes and hunched shoulders as tears stream down your cheeks. you don't even feel them fall.
if he knows what you're trying to convey with your tearful apologies, he doesn't mention it. 
of course he knows, how could he not when he's so astute with everything? you suck at keeping things to yourself. 
of course he doesn't know, why would he take the time out of his busy schedule to care about how you're feeling? you're not worth his energy.
the moment seems to stretch on for eternity, standing in front of him. you don't know why you started dating in the first place; he doesn't have the time, you're too annoying, too clingy, too affectionate. standing in front of him, you don't feel anything. you just feel cold.
you turn to drag yourself out of the room, deciding that you've embarrassed yourself enough by now. you don't know where you'll go or what you're doing, probably to pour yourself a glass of water and try to sleep on the couch. obviously he won't want you to sleep in his bed when you’re like this, why should he? you aren’t deserving of that privilege.
but then you feel a warm hand on your wrist, gently tugging you back towards him. you lose your balance, stumble over your feet, fall onto his lap. you're mortified, barely able to get another “sorry” out before trying to stand again on wobbly legs. you shouldn't be here. you're so aware, so painfully conscious of your weight on him, every ounce of energy you have left fighting to keep yourself from annoying him even further but it feels like it's too late. everything that comes from you is too little, too late.
“no,” he says. his tone is still that soft, sweet sound, but his voice is firm and you don't try to get up again. “we can talk tomorrow,” he says as he begins to run his hand along your back, and you hate yourself for the way you instantly melt at his touch. “just… relax. calm down.”
your body slouches against his chest, feeling like a puddle on his lap, head tucked into the crook of his neck whether you meant to or not. your legs dangle limply off his lap, arms wrapped loosely around the back of his chair as he holds you.
“it's okay,” he says simply, still stroking his hand along your back in small, soothing motions. “it's okay.” he repeats the words, maybe to convince himself but mostly to convince you from having a breakdown. even now when he's treating you so delicately, your brain won't let you rest: he's probably scared of you, he doesn't mean it, he doesn't mean any of it and he's using whatever means necessary to stop you from turning hysterical or even violent. of course it doesn't mean anything to him. 
“how much did you drink tonight, baby?” he asks, and you know you should take that as judgmental but you don't have the energy left anymore. you don't note the twinge of concern in his voice, you can't see the look in his eyes as he gazes down at you.
“a little— a lot,” you answer, somewhat truthfully. the real truth is that you lost count. you weren't trying to get drunk, but one turned into two turned into ten and before you even knew what you were doing a car was dropping you off in front of your house.
he shifts his legs for you to sit more comfortably on his lap, and as much as you want to fight it you don't have the strength to. “do you want to go to bed?” he asks gently. “or do you want to stay up with me?”
“don't… want you to go to bed ‘cuz of me,” you mumble against his neck. god, his skin is so soft and warm. you couldn't move your body right now even if you tried. “not your fault.”
“what kind of guy would i be if i didn't take care of my girlfriend when she needs me?” he asks. “i can put you to bed if you want. it's alright. it's late anyway.”
“it's not– your job,” you manage to reply, and his hand on your back stops for a second.
“it is my job,” he says softly. he tucks a piece of hair behind your ear. “i'm sorry if you feel like i haven't done that.”
“please, don't— no sorry,” you choke out as fresh tears prick at your eyes. “it's my fault. i'm sorry. it's my fault.”
he holds you tighter, both arms wrapped around you on his lap now. “it's not your fault,” he says in that same firm but gentle voice. “you haven't done anything wrong at all. it's alright, baby, i promise. you don't have anything to worry about. why are you sorry?”
“i don't know,” you mumble. your hand clutches at his chest unconsciously, balling his t-shirt in your fist. “i dunno. i love you. i dunno.”
“i love you, too,” he says after a beat. the tears, the drunken outburst, he just lets it all happen. without a word of complaint. despite the voices in your head fighting to convince you otherwise, he never says a single negative thing to you.
you know he's not normally like this. with everyone else he's polite, unemotional, reserved. he's never vulnerable. which is why you're so confused right now.
“why?” you slur, still grasping onto hope.
he hums in questioning, nudging you to elaborate.
“why are you like this to me?”
but now he's the one who's confused. “like what?”
you pause, and the room goes quiet for a moment, the only sound your shallow breaths against his chest. “nice.”
for all his knowledge, this time he's actually lost. “why would i not be nice to you?”
“i don't deserve it.”
he shifts again, pulling you closer to his chest as he starts to run his fingers through his hair. “of course you do, baby.”
“you don't deserve me.”
he stops again, this time in shock. “hey. that's not true.”
“is too true,” you say. your eyes are closed and you can't help the frown overtaking your face. “you should have somebody you deserve. it's not me.”
he just sighs, and you feel his chest expand beneath your cheek at the deep breath he takes. “i love you, baby. not anyone else. you'll feel better in the morning, and we can talk then. but i'm not mad at you, okay? there's nothing wrong. everything's okay.”
you try to mimic his sigh, but the angle you're laying at on his chest and the alcohol in your system makes it hard to breathe deeply. 
“do you want to keep sitting with me?” he asks. he knows how much you like the sounds his keyboard makes, the quiet tapping as he enters grades and types comments to his students about things you could never fathom to understand.
your eyes stay closed and your head doesn't move. “yeah,” you murmur softly.
he settles back into his chair, you curled up on his lap. he's not doing much, he's finished the worst of it and now just entering numbers. he glances down at your figure, almost asleep on him, and he feels an ache in his chest. 
every emotion feels amplified to you right now, but if it took getting blackout drunk for you to finally say it then it must've been weighing on you for a long time coming. he wonders how long you've felt like this, felt inadequate compared to him, and it makes him pause. it was never his intention. when you're awake and sober and hopefully not massively hungover, then you can talk, and he can make this right.
he loves the person snuggled against his chest, loves the feeling of you comforted and protected by him, and he'll do anything to make sure you know that. he'll do anything to let you see yourself the way he sees you. above all the worries he has about you, he knows one thing for sure.
you're cute when you're drunk.
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theladyelizabeth · 1 year
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Do people who read solely for tropes not get ... sick of reading essentially the same book over and over again just in a different font?
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chuluoyi · 3 months
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the birthday boy
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- fushiguro megumi x reader
your boyfriend is indifferent towards his own special day, but with you, he actually finds it worth celebrating
genre/warnings: fluff, fluff, fluff with a teeny weeny dash of angst
notes: loosely based on this fanart. pls just give my boi back gege you awful one-eyed cat how could you hold him hostage even on his birthday
listen to: sakura koi by mosawo don't mind me i just get all soft for this poor boy *sigh*
series masterlist | oneshot masterlist
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Megumi never really liked birthdays—his own birthdays, specifically.
"Come on, Megumi... just what is it that you want for your present?" you pleaded, pursing your lips together as you faced your boyfriend. "I don't want to give you a surprise only to find out it's not something you'd enjoy!"
However, ever since Gojo went and took him in, ever since he began attending Jujutsu High, and ever since he started dating you, to his chagrin, everyone started making a big fuss over it.
With the straightest face ever, he glanced at you and muttered, "I'm telling you, you can get me whatever."
"That's not an answer!"
"Seriously, you can pick anything. I'm good with anything."
You huffed in exasperation. "You're so unbelievably uncooperative, sheesh."
"On the contrary, I think I'm being quite amiable," he deadpanned. "You don't have to think about it that hard."
In a way, you should've expected this. Your boyfriend was never one who made a big deal over anything, and he probably meant it when he said that he was good with whatever. Your soft boy was just wired that way.
Meanwhile, to Megumi, his birthday was more of a remainder of good old days he spent with his kind sister and Gojo—when times were much more simpler. When Tsumiki was still alive and well. Call him an emo, but he was just feeling bittersweet.
Tsumiki would craft him this makeshift party hat, and Gojo would get him an overly sweet birthday cake with an even more over-the-top frostings. They'd join in singing him happy birthday, and Gojo's singing would be intentionally and especially awful while at it.
But now that he thought back to it, he kind of missed those times.
You threw him a narrowed-eyed look. "Forget it, I half-expected this anyway—" but then, suddenly struck by an idea, you exclaimed, "—oh! Wait, I know!"
Your enthusiastic exclamation caught his attention, and he silently observed as you furiously tapped away on your phone, scouring Google for standard gift ideas for boyfriends.
For the next half-hour, you continuously sought his feedback on each of suggestions. However, Megumi only nodded or agreed with evident disinterest, which didn't really answer your question at all.
“You’re seriously going to be like this, huh?” you sighed, frowning in total indignation, but in your boyfriend’s eyes, you were the height of absolute cuteness.
As you grumbled inwardly about how dull he was, Megumi wore a small smile. Truthfully, if asked, his ideal birthday would revolve around spending time with you. You didn't have to lose your head over this.
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Needless to say, you were still trying to make it an event to remember. And Megumi knew, because you were so obvious it was giving him secondhand embarrassment.
"Itadori! I'm telling you—" you were rebuking a sheepish Yuji on broad daylight regarding which color for balloons to be placed in the class on the day of his birthday. Earlier, he saw you and Nobara huddled together, talking about cakes and pastries, then also animatedly discussing with Inumaki, Panda and Maki, pulling out all the stops for a celebration plan without missing a beat.
Megumi could only facepalm at your attempt to maintain secrecy—in which you were failing miserably, almost as if you hadn't really made an effort at all.
"Isn’t it nice, Megumi?" suddenly Gojo slid beside him, with a stupid grin on his face. "Someone who exclusively goes this far for you, hmm?"
"It's embarrassing..."
"Ha! Don't be shy," Gojo barked, leaving him with a friendly pat in the back before stalking away with a snicker, and Megumi wasn't the least bit amused. He was certain that at least, Yuji and Nobara would tease the heck out of him after all was said and done due to your antics.
Even so, he didn't have the heart to stop you, appreciating your well-meaning efforts. He felt somewhat soft too inside, as he didn't expect that there would be someone who cared about this way too much like you did. Just it felt strange—
—because last he remembered, the only person who was hellbent on making his birthday a nice memory was Tsumiki.
. . .
So you were organizing a surprise party for him alongside others. Megumi already knew that, he had anticipated it and frankly, he didn’t actually expect much, but when he actually stepped into the classroom and was greeted with a literal bang, confetti, colorful banners, balloons, and a crowd of well-wishers, he was floored.
“Fushiguro! Happy birthday!”
“Look happier a little, would you?!”
“Look! Look! We got you a cake!”
Yuji and Panda almost hugged him—but before he could, Megumi shoved them away, Nobara handed him a paper bag tied with a pretty bow with a cool smile—believing her gift to be the best, Inumaki gave his hand a shake, and Maki wished him only the best.
All of this was within his expectations. He knows, and yet…
"Hey, Megumi! Smile!" your voice stood out the most, along with your widest smile, beaming and gesturing towards the camera as you were about to take a group picture.
Megumi swore his heart skipped a beat. His pretty, sweet girlfriend. Your affections reached him, and it dampened the hardness that he always carried inside his heart. In that fleeting moment, he felt you were radiant, just like the sun.
Then he turned his gaze and found the person he knew he could never thank enough in this lifetime. Gojo, for the first time in a while, wasn't the clown he made himself to be for his sake. Standing with crossed arms, he quietly watched over him, nodding towards the camera as well with a meaningful smile.
Megumi felt warm, he felt loved, and he wouldn’t admit it, but this might be the best day of his life—surrounded by you and his friends like this. And he actually felt more than just that, but no words could do it justice, because nothing could have ever captured the overwhelming fullness inside his chest.
Tsumiki... You see... I'm doing well, you know?
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Later, after all festivities are done, you managed to pull him into a secluded corner of the dorms to give him your one-of-a-kind gift, while fidgeting nervously.
"What is it?" he questioned, gaze squarely fixed on you. "At this point, there's no need for you to be this nervous. Nothing could've surprised me any more than Panda's giant panda earlier."
You laughed, recalling how he nearly got squashed by the life-sized stuffed panda earlier, but then you averted your gaze, feeling your face flush and turning into the cutest shade of pink.
"Well! To be fair, it was because you were so uncooperative when I asked what you wanted for your gift! And since I have gotten you the cake, I figured it'll be fun if you want to play this game..."
You huffed, and Megumi simply blinked in confusion when you handed him five pieces of papers—tickets? He turned them over to find the words "Free Pass" written on each one.
"Sooo you can use each ticket to ask me to do anything! Anything at all, be it me dancing to the worst song you can think of, or whatever!" your cheeks were burning so hard, but your resolute gaze kept him captivated as you continued, "So yeah, you get five free passes to make me do things I wouldn't normally do."
Lips pursed, eyes sparkling, cheeks ablaze. All in all, you were irresistibly adorable that Megumi had this overwhelming urge to scoop you up and put you inside his pocket if he could.
And really, free passes? Did you not consider the numerous exploitable loopholes he could subject you to?
"Okay, here, I want to use my first ticket."
"Huh! Already? What is it?"
He chuckled then, his lips tugging into the warmest of smiles, and you felt your heart soar, seeing that rare carefree expression on him.
"I want to kiss you."
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redstarwriting · 9 months
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shit happens
spider squad x platonic!reader
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request?: yes
request: “Okokok, first of all CLASH WAS SOOOO GOOD OMGGI come bearing a request only if u want to. Teen!spider!reader who is Miguel’s favorite because they don’t cause him trouble. But it’s only because they get severely anxious when they break rules (I’m not projecting, you are). So he assigns them to go on a mission with the problem children hoping they’ll rub off on them, but the problem children just corrupt them. I just need more spider children being chaotic together and tired spiderdad MiguelMwah mwah love ur writing )pls only write this if u feel like it)”
requested by: anon​
word count: 2k
genre: platonic
Warnings: language, anxiety, Miguel being unrealistic with his expectations, electrocution, spider squad gettin thrown around
A/N: omg wait no bc same HAHA as someone with diagnosed severe generalized anxiety i get so anxious to break the rules even though my spirit always tells me to lol, i hope you enjoyed this anon! thank you for the request :)
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You were the golden child. There were quite a few teens in Spider Society, but you were by far Miguel’s favorite. And that’s all because you did what he said. Now did that mean you never questioned his authority? Of course not, you questioned him all the time. But you were too nervous to go against him. You were too nervous to go against anyone. It’s proven a problem in your job since the police are not your biggest fans, but luckily you befriended a nice police captain who eases your fears every now and again. Your weekly visits with Spider-Therapist have been helping with the problem, too. Which is great for you. But you still did what Miguel said. Mans could be scary.
And that’s how you ended up here. With Hobie Brown, Gwen Stacy, Miles Morales, and Pavitr Prabhakar. There was an anomaly that needed taken down in Hobie’s world, and Miguel stuck you with the four of them. To say you were nervous was an understatement. “Right, so anyone got a plan?” Hobie asks, in his thick accent. “What? What do you mean, dude, we’re in your world,” Miles says, and Hobie shrugs. “So? Not my villain, dunno ‘ow to stop ‘im.”
“Okay, well we know that he’s an electro variant, so… what can we do with that?” Gwen asks, and Pav sighs. “Be electrocuted,” he says sadly. “Miles can handle that,” Gwen says, and Miles snaps his head toward her. “Miles cannot handle that! Why are we saying Miles can be electrocuted?!” Miles yells, and the other three shush him. “’ow ‘bout you, mate, any ideas?” Hobie asks you, and you shrug. You look around before pointing up to the water towers on the roofs of the multiple buildings in New London. “Water,” you suggest, and they all look where you’re pointing. “Smart,” Gwen says with a nod. “How do we get the water to him, though?” Pav asks, looking at you again. You frown. “I… actually didn’t think that far.”
“Well, ‘at’s, easy. We just bust ‘em. Get ‘im to fly near one and,” Hobie makes an explosion noise and uses his hands to imitate an explosion. “What? But what about all the people who will lose water?” you ask, and Miles cocks his head to the side. “It’ll get fixed fast, probably. It’s our job to fuck shit up and then have other people fix it cause if we don’t fuck shit up, shit gets fucked anyways,” he says, and you sigh. “But Miguel said to try and not cause too much of an issue—”
“Oi. Who gives a flyin’ fuck what ‘e said. Not me. And this is my bloody world, I’ll cause as much damage as I want to,” Hobie says, and you look down. “Sorry.”
“You don’t gotta apologize for nothin’, mate,” Hobie says, and you mumble another ‘sorry.’ “You know what? I think Electro can wait a minute,” Hobie says, turning towards you, “More important matters to figure out ‘ere.”
“Like what?” you ask, and he shrugs. “Why are you so nervous?” he asks, and you gulp. “I-I’m not, I just—”
“You definitely are,” Gwen says, and Miles throws in a ‘yup!’ with a nod. “Is it us?” Pav asks, a hint of sadness in his voice. “W-What? No, that’s not it,” you say, waving your hands in a frantic way to say no. “I just am nervous in general. It really isn’t that big of a deal, guys, we should be focusing on—”
“Nope. You’re not gettin’ outta this, you been in ya ‘ead this ‘ole time.”
“I’m always in my head, it really isn’t that big of a deal—”
“Is ‘at why you try to avoid everyone? Don’t talk to no one?” Hobie asks, and you gulp. “I-I talk to some people…” you mumble, and a small frown forms on Gwen’s face. “The therapist in Spider Society doesn’t count,” she says, and you look down. “Well, why not…? He’s a person...”
“Because he’s like 40, and you’re our age,” Pav says, “you’d get along better with us, bro.”
“Miguel said that if anyone could make us not as ‘moronic’ it would be you, but I feel like he just kinda takes advantage of you instead of recognizing the pressure he puts on you. I have some experience with that,,” Miles says, and you sigh. “He scares me, okay? If I break the rules then I might simply pass away from him yelling at me,” you say, and Hobie shakes his head. “Love, the rules are all bollocks. Made by people who just wanna control your life.” Gwen nods. “Miguel is cool, sure, but if anyone can get away with anything… it’s you,” she says, and Miles chimes in. “And if you’re really that scared, remember he literally chased me around his world and destroyed a train because of me. You’ll never piss him off to that point.” You stay silent, playing with your fingers. Pav reaches out and grabs your hands. “Rules are meant to be broken, (Y/n), I learned that from Hobie. And besides, the villains we face are the biggest rule-breakers imaginable,” Pav assures, and you nod slightly. “And rules are such rubbish. ‘ey’re always different anywhere ya go. Try not to put so much weight on your mind ‘bout it, breakin’ ‘em ain’t a big deal,” Hobie says. You do actually kinda feel better. Hobie brings up a good point. Rules are different everywhere you go, so breaking one every now and again isn’t that big of an issue. In fact, it can be kind of encouraged. “Besides, breaking rules is almost like challenging ideologies, you know? Like, in breaking a rule, you challenge a system in place that is telling you not to break them. No one likes that. Where would we be if people didn’t break rules?” Gwen says. “That was deep,” Miles says, and Pav nods. “'at was a wicked way a’ puttin’ it, Gwendy.”
That’s a good point, actually. You think for a bit. If you look at it as challenging a system, or even doing what’s right, who’s to say it’s a rule that shouldn’t be broken? Hobie smiles underneath his mask because he knows they’ve gotten through to you. “So, whaddya say we go blow up some water tanks, eh?” Hobie stands, rubbing his hands together. “Okay,” you say. Gwen and Miles fist bump, and Pav does a little clap. The five of you jump into action, immediately starting to taunt and lure Electro to get him close to the towers so you can douse him and put him out.
The plan was going pretty well for the first two attempts, but he eventually catches on to what the five of you are doing. Which makes it harder. Miles does, in fact, get electrocuted. As does Gwen and Hobie, and coming in as no shock to anyone, Miles is definitely the least affected. You were able to dodge all of the attacks. “You’re doing great, (Y/n)! Mind telling me how the fuck your spidey sense is so strong?!” you hear Miles yell. “MILES LOOK OUT!” Gwen screams, but it’s too late. He gets electrocuted again. “Ouch, bro! That one looked like it hurt!” Pav yells, and Miles, who is now lying face down on a roof, raises his hand up in the air, flipping him off. You snort, and then see Hobie fly past you, landing on another water tower. “Hey! Dumbass! Over here!”
“Oh, please. You expect me to fall for that? I know what your little plan is, and I’m not about to be put out,” Electro says, firing some electricity out at Hobie. Unluckily for Hobie, it breaks the water tower and electrocutes him and the water that pours out of it.
You land next to Hobie, who is now just laying on the rooftop, but he grunts and mutters some British slang that you wouldn’t understand even if he explained it to you. So, you know he’s fine. “I have an idea,” you say, and he nods. “Yeah?”
“Yeah. But we need to make sure no one is on the street.”
“What’s the goody-goody plannin’ on doin’, huh?” he says, standing. “You’ll see, just make sure there are no civilians or anyone who will get hurt. And keep him distracted.” With that, you leap and go to another one of the water towers. You take a deep breath, thinking back to what Miguel said before the five of you left.
“Try not to destroy the city while you’re at it. (Y/n), I trust you’ll keep them all in line,” Miguel said, and you timidly nod. You’d love to not destroy the city, but it’s so hard doing that as a Spider-Person. But you also don’t want him to yell at you for going against his orders. Now you’re conflicted. “No promises, Miguel. We’re gonna do what we gotta do,” Miles says and Miguel sighs. “If anyone can reign the four of you in, it’s this one. Don’t let them pressure you into acting up, okay?”
You frown. Fuck that. Miguel is pressuring you into not doing your job right. You can’t always be perfect and careful. And lucky for you, the four of them were really good at distracting villains. You web two of the support legs, yanking them and breaking them off the water tower. It starts collapsing, but you catch it. “Shit, you’re heavy,” you grunt, but regain your balance, holding it on your shoulders. You twist your body, ripping the other supports off and making the water tower completely free. You get Electro in your sight and take a deep breath. You lift the water tower, tossing it up in the air before leaping out of the way and towards Electro. You shoot webs from both hands, connecting them to the water tower and yanking it towards you. You swing it around, connecting it with Electro’s body. Sure enough, it knocks him down and explodes on impact, drenching him. And you. And Hobie, Miles, Gwen, and Pav; but hey, you did it.
You land on a roof and look down. Sure enough, Electro is knocked out cold and completely out of electricity. You swing down, placing him in one of the technological cells that Miguel developed specifically for Electros, and nod. “That… probably could have gone better,” you mutter to yourself. Your self-deprecating thoughts were cut off immediately. “That was AWESOME, (Y/n),” Gwen says, giving you a thumbs up and hug. “Yeah, little Spider, that was bitchin’,” Hobie says, giving you a fist bump. “You made it look so easy! How did you do that, you have to teach me!” Pav says, clearly excited and impressed. “You were out here talking about how you didn’t wanna break rules so instead you broke an entire water tower? That’s cool, why don’t you try being less cool next time for the sake of us,” Miles says giving you a pat on the shoulder. You smile. “Thanks, guys.” Their praise was enough to make you feel better for completely and totally wreaking havoc.
But when the five of you return, soaking wet, Miguel pinches the bridge of his nose. “I said… to not destroy the city…” he mutters, looking at you with disappointment. You look down. “City’s still standin’, mate. (Y/n) kicked ass,” Hobie says, and the other three make sounds of agreement. “Y-Yeah, Miguel. All I did was break one water tower, it’s not that big of a deal,” you say, and he sighs. “One? You all broke four water towers on four different buildings! And you flooded an entire street! You’re supposed to be the responsible one.”
“Dude. I’m a teenager. Shit happens,” you say, a sudden burst of confidence from being around the group of four allowing you to speak out. Miguel puts his hand on his jaw, sliding his hand down. “Remind me to never team the five of you up again,” he mumbles, and Hobie elbows you. “Nah, we’re a band now. Sorry ‘bout it,” Hobie says, motioning everyone to leave Miguel’s sight. You all follow. When you’re out of Miguel’s office, Hobie bumps your shoulder. “See, that wasn’t all that bad, was it?”
He was right, it wasn’t that bad.
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SNOOZE, oscar piastri
summary. in which, everyone finally meets oscar’s new girlfriend—who happens to be a ballerina—but the history takes on a whole new meaning. (part five)
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Can I pls request seventeen reaction when they have a crush on reader they get jealous when she hangs out with her guy best friend (they are also super close) more than them?
hiii anonie ! i love that everyone keeps sending me these type of request for seventeen because i love to do them so so much ! hope you'll like it !
seventeen being jealous of your bff
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-> pairing : svt x gn!reader
-> word count : 2.7k
-> genre : fluff
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CHOI SEUNGCHEOL
Despite Seungcheol being cute and sweet around you most of the time, he’s not so chill anymore when he sees you being all over another guy. He perfectly knows that he’s your best friend, perfectly knows that you want both of them to get along well because that’s why you asked him to come with you to this café, but he couldn’t help glaring at the other guy like he committed the worst crimes ever. Cheol tried his best to remain respectful and answer your best friend's questions, but he couldn’t help feeling a little jealous at watching you laugh with someone else about things he had no clue about. This would make him realize how bad he wanted to be with you, and how dumb it was of him to try and act as if he was not smitten by you. After this meeting during which he spent the whole time staring at the guy, he would plan the perfect confession to tell you how he feels about you and to not have to support this anymore. 
YOON JEONGHAN 
As usual, Jeonghan will act like a little shit. When you told him you wanted to plan a game night with him and your best friend so they could meet, he knew it was his chance to be insufferable. And he was the most annoying the whole night : cheating at every game and pretending to have done nothing, teasing your best friend for being a loser, and being the cheeky bastard he is. Deep down, he just felt like he was too late to confess to you about his crush, seeing how close and comfortable you seemed to be with this other guy. And it was only the worst side of him telling him to take some kind of revenge by being very irritating. Though Jeonghan would feel bad when you left and told him that he could’ve been nicer to your best friend. The last thing he wanted was to make you feel like he didn’t care about you and your emotions. It would take him a few hours of deep thinking before he sent you the longest text ever to explain his behavior and thus confess. 
HONG JOSHUA
Not being a very jealous person, Joshua didn’t expect the rush of anger that came with running into you and your best friend at the mall. There was seemingly nothing to be jealous about, you were just acting like a normal person being close and affectionate with their best friend. He was perfectly aware of that, but still, he felt like the third wheel while walking with the two of you. When he would try to talk to you, the other guy would always open his mouth and Joshua was getting really annoyed. Finally, your best friend left, leaving you with a pouty Joshua. You would ask him what’s wrong, and why he didn’t make an effort to get along with your best friend. And even if Joshua had been planning to confess for some time, trying to think about the most romantic way to do it, seeing another guy looking at you with the same lovestruck gaze he stared at you with was his last straw. He would tell you all about his feelings on the spot and pray inside that will not reject him.
MOON JUNHUI
He really holds his heart on his sleeve, so it’s not difficult to notice whether he’s happy or angry. Thus when you presented your long distance best friend that you hadn’t seen in a long time to him and his members, you could see how annoyed he was by the other guy's presence. You had every right to be all over someone you hadn’t seen in over a year, yes, but Jun felt a little bad anyway. You two had grown closer and closer, and he really thought that you had something special going on, that it was starting to be a little more than a casual friendship on your side too. But when he was seeing how you were acting around your best friend, he was not so sure anymore that you could maybe reciprocate his feelings. You were never so touchy with him, never so affectionate, never so flirty or straightforward. You would obviously notice how bothered and mostly sad Jun seemed to be the entire night but he kept saying that everything was okay, and he would end up leaving earlier because he could not stand the sight anymore. He would doubt a little but in the end, his friends will convince him to confess before it’s too late. 
KWON SOONYOUNG
He would think that he’s sleek, but frankly, even you could see that he was jealous of the bond between you and your best friend. You would often bring him with you for your friendly gathering because you didn’t want him to spend his weekends alone and he was getting along well with everyone. Everyone except Soonyoung who couldn’t seem to appreciate him. In all honesty, your best friend was a cool guy, but Soonyoung didn’t want to befriend the guy who could probably steal his crush if he tried. This would get to the point that you would get in a fight with him about it, clearly not pleased that he didn’t make any effort to try and talk with your best friend. Your argument would be really bad, and you would both ignore each other for a week or two, too proud to admit that both of you had some parts to take in the fight. Soonyoung will eventually come back to you, practically begging on his knees to let him back in your life and accidentally confessing along the way of his monologue. 
JEON WONWOO
Wonwoo is not one to get jealous easily, especially since you’re only his crush and not his partner, he has nothing to say in who you’re talking to and how you act with these same people. So to be honest, he’s not really jealous of the relationship you have with your best friend, but more of the way this guy is able to openly express his interest in you, always finding a way to compliment you and flirt with you without it making you uncomfortable. Which is precisely what Wonwoo is struggling to do, not knowing if saying that he finds you incredibly pretty in this or that outfit is off limits for “just friends”. Is it different because your bestie has no real attraction towards you and Wonwoo is genuinely trying to show you that he could treat you right ? Probably. But still, he’ll stay more quiet everytime your best friend is with you. You would assume that’s because he doesn’t feel too comfortable with people he doesn’t know much the first few times, and Wonwoo would take care that you don’t discover the real reason while taking mental notes of how to try and show you that he wants more as subtly as possible. 
LEE JIHOON
Since he’s always trying to remember the most insignificant details about you and what you like, he would take pride in knowing things that your best friend doesn’t. He would never say it out loud obviously, but still, the discreet smirk on his face would give it away. When you go out at a coffee shop, your best friend always has to ask you what you want when Jihoon simply brings you your usual because he got your order memorized. While your best friend always has to ask you what you want or need for your birthday, Jihoon always knows exactly what to gift you and he never misses. But every time you told him about the things you did alone with the guy, or what you had planned with him for the weekends, he felt a little jealous. At this point, he thinks you’re either not interested in him or that you’re just very dense and oblivious to all the subtle things he does to show his interest in you. You have so much partner privileges and he’s not even your boyfriend. Yet. Because it would take him only a few more times of your best friend missing on what you really like to rush and finish the song he wanted to confess to you with.
LEE SEOKMIN
He doesn’t hide his jealousy well at all, everyone who knows him a little bit is able to tell that he doesn’t like your best friend. He thinks that the guy is not handsome, not interesting and not even funny. Well, not as much as him at least. That is a lie because deep down, he can’t help but wonder if you really like this guy more than him. So Seokmin will try to take as much space as possible, talking louder and making a lot more jokes than usual so that your attention would be on him and not on your best friend. He’s always a little extra on a daily basis, but when your best friend is here too, he’s even more outgoing, to the point he becomes a little annoying. But the only way he has to be more interesting than your best friend is by doing all this, or so he thought. When you told him that it was in fact a little disrespectful for the other guy and that you didn’t understand why he could not try to befriend him when he was usually the sweetest, Seokmin felt like an idiot and apologized immediately, cheeks burning and trying to come up with an excuse. His crush is as well hidden as his jealousy (that is to say, not at all), so you’re only waiting for him to finally confess. 
KIM MINGYU
Another one who’s painfully obvious but he wouldn’t make a big deal of it in front of you, simply pouting and getting a lot quieter than he usually is. He will get so sulky, everytime he finds you laughing more at your best friend's jokes than at his. But he finds you so cute that he can’t stay mad at you for too long and he ends up liking the other guy because he’s obviously not mean nor annoying, Mingyu just can’t bear the thought of him snatching your attention away. And if he would of course never say a word about it to you directly, he will definitely complain about your best friend to some of his members, going on and on about why he can’t make up the fact that you like this guy more than him and that he can’t stand to hear you two joke around about things he doesn’t know about. Mingyu’s members would end up telling you to please do something about the situation because they can’t spend another two hours listening to why you should go out with him and not your best friend. He would be so shy when you address the issue with him, trying to deny it despite his red cheeks. But it’s okay because he’s very cute. 
XU MINGHAO
He's pretty level-headed so it's not easy to get him to feel jealousy. And if it ever happens, Minghao knows that this emotion is not rational because firstly, you told him time and time how much you loved your relationship with your best friend and didn't want it to change, and secondly, you were not his partner - yet - so he had no right to be jealous. Of course, he doesn't doubt your intentions and what you told him, but he can't help but be suspicious about how your best friend perceives you. Because the guy looks at you the same way Minghao does : with fondness, like you were his entire world. And that was the whole problem. Because Minghao had tried to give you some hints here and there for a few months, just to test the water and you seemed not to have pushed him away so he was happy. But seeing the way you did the same thing with your bestie when you had explicitly told him you didn't have any feelings for him got him worried. Maybe you didn't really like him in the end, maybe you were just trying to be kind and not hurt him ? So rather than being jealous, he would be anxious. It's probably what would give him the little push he needed to finally confess to you.
BOO SEUNGKWAN
I think he would try - and notice how I insist on try - to stay calm and collected because from an outside point of view, there is nothing wrong going on. But from his point of view, your best friend is clearly being too touchy and Seungkwan feels jealous even if he denies it. Because the nasty looks he gives your best friend everytime he hangs out with you kinda gives it away. He’s so obvious but won’t say a word about the real reason. Seungkwan will instead pretend it’s because he doesn’t get along with your best friend and dislikes him. He can’t stop himself from making snarky remarks, or mocking him under the guise of it being a joke. And he would have continued like that if you hadn’t told him one time that you were kinda sad that he didn’t like one of the most important people in your life. Seungkwan would feel bad and make an effort to at least tolerate the guy and be a little less mean but the side eyes everytime he did or said something he found embarrassing didn’t go away. He would certainly not be able to put up with this situation for long, and after another time of him not being nice to your best friend, you would have a silly fight during which he will confess. And magically, he was all gentle and friendly to your bestie after you became his partner. 
CHWE HANSOL
Hansol and you immediately clicked when you were introduced to each other, never going through the awkward stage of a friendship. So when you told him how, on the contrary, you stayed pretty long in this uncomfortable situation with your best friend before getting very close to each other, he felt kind of superior to the other guy, like his bond with you was much more real and valid. Hansol didn’t really know where all these feelings were coming from, nor why he felt so upset seeing you hug and be touchy with someone that was not him. Not that both of you were particularly physically affectionate, but you often had a hand on his arm when you talked, or you placed your head on his shoulder when you were watching a movie, or you held on to him or his jacket to not get lost when walking through crowded spaces. And Hansol thought that these moments were special, that he was special in a sense. This wouldn’t really be jealousy, but much more disappointment because he would think he read the signs wrong and start to cancel plans if he knows your best friend will be here. He would however decide to confess or at least do something to sort this problem when you told him that you were sad he was distancing himself from you.
LEE CHAN
Even if his crush on you is pretty obvious, his jealousy would not be so visible. Chan would choose to befriend your bestie instead because you know what they say : keep your friends close and your enemies even closer. So he’ll play the kind and fun guy around him, just to see how your best friend acts with you. And he’s clearly not having it, not loving at all the fact that he always touches you and tries to get closer to you. Sometimes, it even seems like you don’t even want him to touch you and swat his hands away but he always comes back pretending it’s a joke, playfully fighting. But Chan doesn’t need to be an expert in relationships to understand that this is clearly not okay, and he can’t help thinking that he would never do that to you, that he will always respect your consent. He’s also pretty sure that you have a thing for him too so he’s not going to put up with the situation for too long. Until then, he’ll subtly make comments or do things to make you understand his intentions more and to signal to your best friend that he’s not going to take you away from him anymore. 
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kithtaehyung · 8 months
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seven days (m) (teaser) | jjk
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POSTED HERE JULY 22ND, 2023!!  upcoming series: seven days (m)  pairing: fuckboy!jungkook x reader(f) genre/rating: m (18+) ; angst , fluff , smut ; roommates to lovers au  summary: you dump yet another guy that wasn’t up to your “ten day standards,” which leaves your cocky ass, very off-limits roommate to tease your single status yet again. but the teasing is always expected. what’s not expected, is the bet that you make without thinking. the bet that even though you give ten days, he wouldn’t even last seven. warnings: cursing, alcohol/vape mentions, parties, he wears glasses sometimes😔👍, chains bc it’s tradition atp lmaooo, cocky!jk, feelings🤕, big big big jk, flirty!jk, baddie!reader😌, multiple explicit scenes🫠, jk constantly in grey sweatpants and nothing else :))), full lists to be revealed each chapter! notes: …so this song called seven dropped and— notes 2: but really there was a fic that had been in the wips for a minute, and i just so happened to have a burst of energy to expand on it so here we are! making it a series to allow myself time to dedicate meaningful energy to each scene and not rush them💕 est. chapters: prologue | mon | tue | wed | thurs | fri | sat | sun | seven days est. running dates: july-september 2023 taglist: sign up here (i check every entry so read the rules!) teaser: below the cut if you want a taste 🩵
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“Sure did,” Jungkook puffs before stepping away, taking all the tight space with him and letting you breathe again. “But all I’m saying is, you gotta lower your standards or—” 
“No.”
“Or,” he continues, giving you a look, “Not complain if they’re too high.” 
“Well, thank you.” With your nose grazing the sky, you point out, “I’d like to think they’re just right.” 
“What even are they anyway? All you’ve said is something about ten days.”
“That’s basically it,” you murmur, resting your arms on the island as to not have your chest in full view. “If I still like someone after ten days, I know I’d be fine dating them for real.” 
There’s silence when you finish. When you finally look, the gawk you’re getting in return almost makes you laugh. “What?”
“You mean those days are only a trial run?” 
You do break into laughter this time, burying your face in slight shyness. “And what about it!” 
“Are you serious—?” Jungkook rounds the island so that he can speak directly at your hidden features. “Has anyone even gotten past all ten with you?”
You pause, breath fanning the granite top beneath you and wisping around your face. When you lift your gaze above your arms, you keep it trained on the countertop instead of his curiosity, 
“No.” 
He doesn’t say a word. 
“Not since my standards changed.” 
And you think that’s the end of this conversation. Because what else is there to say? You know your expectations are impossible but you think this is a hell of a lot better than—
“I could do it.” 
“What.” A glare is shot. “Absolutely not.” 
“Why not?”
“You? No.” You shake your head. “You wouldn’t even last seven.” 
“Try me,” he challenges, and you still can’t take him seriously despite the fire in his eyes. “I’ve lasted a lot more than that as your roommate, right?” 
“But that’s—this is—this is different! Be for real, Kook.” You vacate the island and head to your room, having enough of his teasing for one morning. 
But you get stopped at the doorway, a bare chest and chains blocking your vision and sending your mind into a frenzy. When you flick your gaze to his face, he simply says, with the straightest expression,
“I am.”
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neteyamu · 11 months
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Idk if ur taking requests but if u do neteyam x human!reader where the reader sleep in really weird positions and him just not understanding how it could be comfortable?
pairing — neteyam x human gn!reader
genre — fluff
warnings — not proofread we die like men💪, a mild seizure joke thing (pls tell me if theres anything else <3)
wc — 736
a/n — hey love!! i dont mind taking requests as of now so if you would like to send more pls do 🫶 but i cannot guarantee that i will be able to finish writing all of them quickly, especially since i have school :(
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Neteyam instantly woke up as he felt a sudden jab to his stomach. He groaned in confusion as he looked around in the dark, trying to find whatever caused the disturbance. His eyes immediately drifted to your small frame laying beside him. His eyebrows furrowed in bewilderment as he took in your position. Your right leg was stretched out and resting against his stomach, your left bent inwards but faced the other way. Your torso was leaning away from him though it turned to face him at a weird angle. And your arms were all over the place.
Neteyam was incredibly confused. How were you able to sleep peacefully like that? Was it not uncomfortable? He quietly shuffled back a bit and brought his hands towards you, gently straightening out your legs and placing you flat on your back. His hands then moved to your arms and brought them beside you. He made sure your exopack was secure before laying down again and wrapping his arms around you. Right before he fell asleep he made a mental note to himself to make fun of you in the morning for your weird sleeping position.
Neteyam grunted as he felt something poke him. Not again, he thought. Have you already started moving?! It can’t have been that long since he last fixed your posture. He decides to ignore it, maybe you’re just turning onto your side. Another poke. And then a push. Neteyam growls in frustration as he opens his eyes for the second time that night. As soon as he looks at you his eyes widen in shock. There is no way that is normal.
You are laid across the bed horizontally. your legs facing him as your head is hanging off the edge of the bed. Your right leg is folded underneath you and your left is digging into Neteyam’s abdomen. Half of your left arm is hanging off the bed beside your head and your right hand is calmly resting beside you.
Neteyam just stops and stares at you in disbelief. How is this even possible? How are you not in any pain? He can see the first rays of the sun starting to show and he gives up on trying to sleep. Neteyam sighs as he sits up and continues to stare at you. He crawls over to you and slowly pulls you back onto the bed, deciding to wake you up. He gently shakes you, but with you being so small compared to him it felt as if there was a mini earthquake happening and you jolted awake.
“‘Teyam! You almost gave me a heart attack!”, you said with your voice still groggy from sleep and your hand clutching your heart, your eyes squinting at him because of the light.
“I am really sorry yawne, but I had to ask you something”, he says with a slightly raspy voice.
You give Neteyam a nod, signalling him to go ahead.
“Are you possessed.” he asks with a straight face and you burst out laughing.
“What!?” you question in between your giggles.
“I think you should see my grandmother. Just in case.” Neteyam says so seriously you might actually piss yourself from laughing.
“Neteyam are you alright? Did you get enough sleep?”, you ask him as your giggles slowly come to a stop.
“No, in fact, I did not. You gave me nightmares. I do not know how anyone can sleep like that”, he says, shuddering as he remembered how you twisted and turned.
“Oh really? Like what”, you ask Neteyam, confusion overtaking your features.
“Like someone froze you mid seizure” he says as he gets up and stretches, walking over to grab his bow and arrows, slinging them across his back.
“Hey! That’s not very nice ‘Teyam”, you scowl at him and get out of bed as well.
“I am just being honest” he says, putting his hands up in defence.
“Anyways, I really have to go otherwise my dad will get mad, but I will see you later tonight.” Neteyam says, leaning down and giving you a quick peck on your head.
He leans down even lower and whispers into your ear.
“Maybe you should go see my grandmother while I am gone. Just to be sure you know?”
You cross your arms over your chest and glare at him as he walks backwards out the tent, laughing and waving goodbye to you.
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˖⁺。˚⋆˙i see u everywhere | 2023 grid˖⁺。˚⋆˙
pt1
pairing: 2023 f1 grid x nepo baby y/n prost reader (she/her)
genre: social media au
warnings: nepo baby spoiled girl tbh!!! her father is alain prost :-)
summary: in which she is famous for doing almost nothing and being best friends with f1 drivers
a/n: multiple parts tehe this is so fun tbh hope u enjoy i loved this request 😊
request!!!!: I would love a smau with reader who’s a nepo baby but is everyone’s fave nepo because she’s just living life aesthetically and the grid loves her and she’s hinting at a soft launch (idrc with which driver)
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user4 get u a girl tht looks like y/n. period
yourusername that too
charles_leclerc why you sharing private moments
yourusername it's just a dog
charles_leclerc this is why you are single y/n
danielricciardo no it's actually because she keeps rejecting lando's advances
landonorris even i wouldn't want a dog hater
yourusername can you all piss off my post the reason im single is because im a feminist
charles_leclerc you weren't a feminist on friday night lance has the texts to prove it
yourusername im blocking you
user5 SHE IS SO INSANELY GORGEOUS
user6 someone leak lance's texts from friday night
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lilymhe can you tell my girl came to visit
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alex_albon oh so this is why my girlfriend hasnt text me back
yourusername my bad
alex_albon someone please wife her up
danielricciardo @.landonorris that's ur cue mate
landonorris she keeps rejecting me don't rub it in i beg
lilymhe shut up everyone me & y/n are trying to make out i mean hang out
user7 i love them
user8 oh to be y/n prost
user9 does anyone else lowkey ship y/n & lando
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yourusername visiting my second fav ferrari driver in his home cuntry
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charles_leclerc ❤️❤️❤️
landonorris put some clothes on y/n!
danielricciardo jealousy jealousy
user10 omg lando is down bad for her
carlossainz55 second favourite??? huh this is not what you were saying last night
yourusername WHAT??!
landonorris ????
lance_stroll carlos sainz u dirty dog
carlossainz55 what!!! it was because i cooked her favourite dish
user11 omg i screamed at this...
user12 there r two types of ppl: y/n x lando shippers or y/n x carlos shippers
user13 no im a secret third thing.. a y/n x charles shipper
user14 why is it crickets for y/n x lance????
user15 y/n x daniel found dead
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danielricciardo pls invite me next time
user16 ugh i love her
user17 she is the prettiest girl in the world
landonorris put in a good word for me
user18 how does she do it fr
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lilymhe hot moms hot moms hot moms
yourbff u cant say we're moms ppl will think ur pregnant lily
yourusername no it's me😊 im a mother to the entire grid
user22 Omg not y/n calling the grid children
yukitsunoda0511 hi y/n
landonorris heyyy
danielricciardo what's up?
charles_leclerc hello y/n/n
yourbff wtf why is everyone down bad for you
yourusername they just want attention
user23 the comments 💀 so real
user24 who wants y/n more me or every single f1 driver
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user25 URMMM LANDO?
user26 GET A JOB STAY AWAY FROM HER
lilymhe dating rumours in 3, 2,...
landonorris delusional if anyone thinks i could pull y/n
yourbff how badly do u want her
landonorris no comments
user27 in my mind u & y/n have been together for 5 years and u got married recently
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user28 is that...... hear me out.... lando norris?
lilymhe ❤️
yourbff 🧡
user29 THE HEARTS I CANT
user30 Y/N ARE YOU EFFING SOFT LAUNCHING RIGHT NOW
user31 her soft launching after the undeniable gf material pic of her on lando's story yesterday???
danielricciardo aww y/n has a soft spot
yourusername not for you i dont
danielricciardo you have so much anger in you y/n
oscarpiastri i suggest therapy to her almost everyday
yourusername u ppl are so mean dont be surprised when im not around next season
landonorris dont make unfunny jokes y/n
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ynprostupdates an instagram post from y/n today including what looks to be a soft launch picture, along with an instagram story posted by f1 mclaren driver lando norris last night has led to connections being made that the two are dating. this is 100% alleged with little further connections being made outside of flirty comments on y/n's social medias. other connections being made by fans include other f1 drivers charles leclerc, carlos sainz and oscar piastri. what are everyone's thoughts on y/n's potential new f1 man?
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user37 LOL stop this madness!!!
user38 i rly think it's someone we wouldn't expect at all
user39 me too if they were trying to be subtle about it they wouldnt be posting stories & flirting like with lando, this feels like a distraction from the truth so they can fly under the radar !!
user40 y/n seems more like the grid mother atp
user41 i would love for it to be charles besties to lovers🥹🥹
user42 imagine it's someone random she barely interacts with like max or pierre
yourusername hahah all will be revealed in time my lovelies
ynprostupdates omg y/n🥹 leak to us!!
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Things Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley Finds Attractive About You Pt.II
simon 'ghost' riley x reader, mentions of soap, price, gaz, and alejandro 
genre: fluff
warnings: slightly suggestive, cursing 
synopsis: a couple more cute quirks that you possess that ghost can’t get enough of! headcanon edition! 
a.n. was this on your christmas list?? if it was then santa’s back in town babes :P but seriously, I hope that the holidays have been treating you well. stay warm! if you can, pls consider checking out my kofi and thank you for your continued support <3 
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when you glance at him and smile 
you were doing it again 
it was the fifth time ghost caught your bright eyes glancing in his direction 
and it wouldn’t have come to his attention, after all eye contact was given in accordance to common courtesy if you were discussing matters with someone, but you were lounging halfway across the room 
ghost sat alone at the main table 
a couple members surrounded you,, occupied in light banter and small talk 
alejandro lightly nudged your shoulder, murmuring a casual joke that has soap roaring in laughter 
their boisterous voices carry throughout the room which causes ghost to peer up at them 
he couldn’t afford to lose concentration,, needing this alone time to debrief about the previous mission (i.e. which formation was most efficient, how many soldiers he still had left, if there were enough food rations) 
but 
taking a sneak peek couldn’t hurt 
fiddling with the strap of his holster, he wordlessly tightens the garment along his waist and watches as the corners of your lips curl into a polite smile while engaging in small talk with the group 
he spots soap place a gentle hand on your shoulder, the male twisting himself closer to you, as a way to balance himself while heaving over in laughter at another quip that alejandro shares 
before he can think better of it, a ragged breath leaves ghost’s lips at soap’s blatant display of physical affection toward you 
fortunately unfortunately his balaclava doesn’t muffle the noise of disdain which causes soap’s attention to snap to him 
“somethin’ you want to add, Lt.?” soap challenges with a raised brow, “might need to come closer so we can hear ya.” 
soap graces a sly smirk, inadvertently mentioning how ghost was literally the only one that strayed away by being halfway across the room 
and soap’s attempt at pestering the other male is glaringly obvious,, especially from the way his hand still lingers around your shoulder 
there’s a soft chorus of chuckles that erupt from the rest of the members but you simply await the lieutenant's reaction to the lighthearted prod   
ghost doesn’t take the bait though 
“I’ll bear it in mind,” he bluntly acknowledges while readjusting in his seat  
he wasn’t entirely against the idea of mingling but found that restocking/readjusting his equipment was the first priority 
the lieutenant’s casual response leaves the squad speechless,, most expecting him to reprimand soap from the insinuation and their astonished gazes are fixed on him 
ghost, however, continues to nonchalantly estimate the amount of ammunition left in his weapons 
that is– until a subdued giggle fills the empty air 
and he’s aware of that specific sound, doesn’t need to glance up to affirm his belief because it always tugs at his heart in an unfamiliar way
yet, his dark gaze still deviates to find yours 
“my apologies. it was just really quiet.” 
your voice is meek in comparison to earlier now that ghost’s scrutiny is trained on you and the detail leads to him raising a light-toned brow 
the top of his balaclava crinkles due to the action,, a small humane feature that you desperately cling onto 
soap also dropped his hand in response to your small outburst and satisfaction creeps up at ghost 
he nods once, ease swelling within him at the sight of your untouched shoulder, before returning to concentrate on the equipment in front of him 
“yer aff yer heid, bonnie,” soap whispers to you once light chatter erupts again, “I’d sure fix his problem.” 
“what’s his problem?” 
“the mask,” the scottish male huffs like it was obvious, “it’s always on–” 
“I quite like it.” 
you quickly interrupt soap’s rambling and he groans upon seeing your infatuated smile and usual faraway glint in your eyes that you adorn whenever you stare at ghost 
much like you were committing now 
“it’s the mystery,” soap wildly runs his fingers through his mohawk while attempting to explain your interest in the lieutenant, “that’s why the bonnies like him.” 
“well,” ghost’s listless eyes reach yours and you finish your confession in a wishful exhale, “I don’t blame them.” 
and ghost recognizes the look you’re casting him 
that bashful yet alluring glimmer in your stare that has him placing down whatever equipment he was holding so he could rightfully return your gaze 
and of course he hears your breathy disclosure,, revealing more than he’d bargained for 
but he’s steadfast, not planning on tearing his gaze away, when you abruptly break eye contact with him 
ghost blinks– once, twice, three times– upon losing your heated scrutiny an emptiness threatens to swallow him,, his body maneuvering to repose in your direction
legs stretched in front of him, he edges closer to where you stood while crossing his hulking arms  
but you’re caught in conversing with someone and his finger taps idly on the table to patiently await the moment your gaze sweeps over to him again 
it’s almost pathetic how he waits for your eyes to fix on him 
however, when it does, he almost lets out a frazzled breath from beneath his mask 
restocking his equipment could wait for another time because you grace him with one of those beguiling smiles that beckons him over– inviting the tempting risk and enticing danger that accompanies ghost wherever he goes 
he catches you red-handed when you give him a slow once-over,, dragging your half-lidded eyes across the expanse of his massive physique but finishing your scan with an appreciative simper 
and that’s when he finally moves 
firmly pushing out the chair from beneath him, his robust legs carry him towards you in a resolute stride 
a knowing grin dances on your lips due to his advancing,, the sight as clear as day when ghost shoulders past the members surrounding you 
he doesn’t mumble any apologies 
instead, he presses himself so close to you that he can distinguish your rapid heartbeat from beneath your fitted shirt and the cadence causes his head to tilt 
his ebony eyes narrow upon seeing the growing blush, a shade of rouge, overtake your cheeks and the innocent reaction would’ve fooled him if he didn’t know what you secretly were 
a vixen 
he dips his head lower and the next words he utters drips from his tongue like smooth ambrosia 
“see somethin’ you like, doll?”
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your voice 
ghost had a love/hate relationship with missions 
on one hand, he was going in blind about the amount of recruits he’d lose
It was a constant risk of precious lives, one’s that had family/friends/people waiting for them back at home, with every mission 
yet, leading the squad through missions kept his mind still,, rendering him too busy focusing on basic survival than fighting the incessant thoughts within his mind that strangled him during his free time 
the loneliness, mental exhaustion, and emptiness eating at him until he could no longer stand it 
but there was also you 
“bravo 0-7, how copy?” 
filtering through the radio’s static, your voice is carried through as a gentle melody in ghost’s tactical headset 
the question cuts through the debris that he crushes beneath his heavy boots 
he recognizes a heavy exhale from one of the recruits following behind him and he raises a hand to silence them 
hearing your voice directions is crucial 
but secretly, he’s glad that the higher ups invested in the latest technology so he could hear your voice clearly 
especially the soothing inflection of his alias 
“this is bravo 0-7,” he replies, never one to delay his responses to you 
“lieutenant.” 
and he’s familiar with that pleased tone that’s shared in the troop’s comms 
the teasing purr of his rank visibly causes some of the newer recruits to freeze in their movements,, mind straying to less than innocent scenarios from the way you uttered it 
before he can control himself, he casts an annoyed glare at them that (of course) goes unnoticed by you 
his haunting eyes narrow considerably to wordlessly serve as a threat for their childish behavior 
“(y/n),” he directs his attention to the seedy enclosure before him, “give me a reading.” 
there’s a minute of silence, which ghost anxiously listens for any background noise that indicates if you’re in danger, before your voice crackles, “enemy ground cluster spotted. wiped them out asap.” 
“atta girl.” 
unbeknownst to him, your finger hovers above the communication button so the shaky exhale you let out from his praise isn’t heard 
and he’s aware you had to excuse yourself due to his subtle approval 
“target destruction confirmed,” captain price’s authoritative voice reminds ghost to refocus on the task at hand, “heading to the next destination.” 
the squad synchronizes their movements to head south, in accordance to the enemies’ location 
“where are your sights at, (y/n),” ghost implores while readjusting the mic so it sits snugly over his mask 
unfortunately, his finger unknowingly bumps against his equipment and puts the two of you in a private channel 
which you decide to take full advantage of 
he casts a cautious glance in all directions before gesturing to the recruits to fall in behind him 
it’s silent besides the branches that ghost prods away while he trudges through a clearing 
steadying the throwing knife in his hand, he recognizes the cool metal while the weight of the weapon is slight in his grasp 
as light as a feather 
he’s more than accustomed to the ridges, grooves, and feel of the knife,, using it in necessary combat situations
but his dependable grip, the one that’s effortlessly shoved the weapon into countless enemies, falters when you answer his inquiry in a breathy voice 
“my sights are locked on you, lieutenant.” 
and it’s a line that could be taken two ways: you were watching ghost’s six or you were solely engaged on him for personal reasons 
the fact was– your gaze was trained on him 
it causes satisfaction,, scorching hot which spreads through him and keeps him warm in the chilly weather 
and your utterance is as sweet as sugar that ghost is certain that you spout liquid honey when you part your lips 
he reasons that’s probably why your lips are always so glossy whenever he sees you 
ghost shifts, eyes trailing to the distant watch tower that you’re situated at, and slowly shakes his head 
you were up to no good 
“you’re trouble,” he reprimands but there’s no bite in his tone, “be good, will ya?” 
“and if I’m not?” 
there it is again, the sultry tone that drips from your voice to infer that there’s a double meaning 
he halts to a stop, dragging a gloved hand over his face in an attempt to regain his self-control, and fights back a strangled groan 
“come here then, pup,” his voice is so low-pitched that it serves as an inviting taunt, “say it to my face.” 
and his self-restraint is thinning, becoming nonexistent because of the dangerous game you were playing
the desire to remind you of the high risk that accompanies cheeky comments floods within him 
turning away from the other recruits to maintain some privacy, he’s initially pleased when he doesn’t hear your immediate retort 
it seemed like you were finally learning that fueling fire wasn’t always the safest decision 
but goodness did it create an indulgent buzz 
and he curses under his breath when your brazen response crackles through the comms 
“you serve our country,” your lips curl at the ends as you breathe out, “I just want to serve you.” 
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when you laugh at his jokes 
honestly ghost wouldn’t coin himself as being a “jokester”
prefers if the other members told jokes to keep the mood lighthearted,, which he knows is essential to keeping up morale during missions
but if the time comes then his quick thinking is perfect for him to conjure up a joke or two 
granted, it wouldn’t be the best jokes 
ghost’s humor could be described as— interesting 
very interesting 
and a consensus that the other squad members agree with is that his jokes lean more towards dark humor >.> 
like don’t get them wrong! dark humor could be used to transcend heavier emotions and share stronger emotions,, which is especially the case for ghost but they prefer to keep the jests easygoing (for the most part) 
and ghost doesn’t really mind when his humor is overlooked in most situations since he understands it’s an acquired preference 
but boy do you live to test him 
“please? can’t you tell me at least one?” 
you were at it again,, forcing your hands together while you conjured up all your effort to make your bottom lip quiver in a dramatic pout 
leave it to you to corner ghost in the hallway right when he exited the maintenance room 
caught him by surprise too! had to abruptly halt to stop the front of his tactical vest from bumping into you since he almost didn’t spot you because you were tucked so close to the doorway 
he had raised a single, sharp brow to wordlessly ask if you needed anything from him,, mostly expecting that you’d usher him somewhere else to gather next mission’s intel 
but ghost didn’t predict that you’d practically raced across the base just to ask him to tell you a joke 
“just haven’t heard you tell one to the task force,” you casually explained which only added to his confusion 
and he doesn’t know what aided in your curiosity to hear one of his jokes since you never disclosed how it had been a topic discussed among the group,, about how hearing a joke from ghost was a rarity 
a part of you wished to prove them wrong 
so you drew your lower lip between your teeth and dragged your eyes up until they were leveled with his 
“please? for me?” 
he can hear the lighter pitch of your voice when you’re pleading like this but he remains unmoving,, only crossing his arms to watch the act you put on
the corners of your mouth fall almost unceremoniously upon noticing ghost’s impassive front,, the goal of hearing one of his jokes slowly floating further and further away from your grasp  
when you press yourself close enough for him to get a whiff of your sweet perfume, however, he rasps, “don’t do that.” 
“what?” 
“you think every time you say, ‘please? for me?’ I’ll do whatever you want,” ghost chides while slowly shaking his head, “well, not this time.” 
because he knows better than to give in to your every whim– no matter how insignificant it was 
it would build a bad habit if he always agreed to taking on your work or tasks,, which would evolve into small demands that he’d be burdened to complete along with his personal work 
at least, he thinks he knows better 
but then you nibble on your bottom lip and softly ask again, “please? for me?” 
and he finds himself huffing out a heavy breath, dragging his gloved hand across his face, and uttering, “fine.” 
so he stiffly stands there, lost in thought, until a couple awkward moments of silence pass
by this time you weren’t expecting much, assuming that ghost would rely on a cliche joke to tell you since you hadn’t given him much time to prepare in advance 
but his throaty voice knocks you out of your stupor, “what do you call someone who just got run over by a tank?” 
and there you go– you had all that you desired since ghost managed to tell you a joke 
he observes how you tilt your head,, mind racing in response to his joke before you ultimately give up with a small shrug 
his eyes follow the gentle curve of shoulders before meeting your gaze again 
ghost figures that he’d answer for you 
“crunchy.” 
a beat of silence,, ghost glances away  
there’s no way he would’ve envisioned the feedback you’d give him in return to his (rather) dark humor but hearing your overjoyed giggles made him think he’d hit the ultimate jackpot 
“that’s a good one,” you manage to compliment between your fit of laughter, “I liked it.”  
your hand outstretched to gently shove at ghost’s arm,, aware of the solid mass that served as the top of his bicep and you immediately withdraw your hand at the realization  
peering back at you, he recognizes the mirth that swirls in your eyes and notes the pride that swells within him 
because you’re laughing at his joke 
the intensity grips at him,, threatening to never let him go so long as you’re next to him 
it’s addicting 
he quietly continues staring at you as your mouth curves into a delighted smile 
and he tries to memorize the action,, comparing your smile to the brilliant half-moons that he’d spot in the dark skies during nightly missions,, and the sight is almost too beautiful to avert his gaze from 
similar to how a person that enjoys art ogles at intricate and exquisite paintings 
before he rethinks his decision, he decides to speak up 
“don’t smile at me like that.” 
and although it sounds like a reprimand, the words leave his lips almost tenderly as he gazes at you 
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saying “please”
you weren’t typically one to complain about a long, drawn-out day because learning how to cope with them was part of your job 
but today just wasn’t your day :( 
from hauling extra equipment across the base, getting a light scolding from the higher-ups, and waiting for directions while in the frigid air– it was exhausting 
not to mention that the oncoming headache, as well as chills, indicated that sickness was upon you 
and as the back of your head hit the couch’s plush pillow,, your relieved exhale was a huge indicator that relaxing was the dream for you 
yet, having time to rest was too good to be true 
as price ushered the rest of 141 to gather around, there was a debate to enforce lookout duty for the night 
just the usual scouting for any navigation marks, ships, or hazards,, which was more difficult to spot in the dark 
there were clear directions given to the members on who would be put on lookout duty 
and what do you know, it was your turn to lead 
so you’re absolutely dreading your shift, desperately attempting to shrug the burden off to someone else 
“soap,” you hesitantly call out before the task force members could waltz to their own rooms, “do me a solid and trade shifts with me, will you?” 
there’s a flicker of consideration in soap’s cerulean-colored eyes when he notices your lack of energy and enthusiasm towards lookout duty but he’s unwilling to give up his few hours of rest as well 
“am pure done in. I can’t stay awake,” soap explains with a grimace, “sorry ‘bout that, bonnie.” 
forcing the frown on your face to turn into a stiff smile, you allow him to brush past you while you reassure him, “I understand.” 
then you were onto your next victim comrade 
“how about you, gaz,” you shift closer to the sergeant just before he leaves, “mind taking lookout duty from me?” 
he pivots using the heel of his foot, not quite expecting that you’d ask because you were usually the first to volunteer for the shift, and raises his brows 
gaz tips his cap in your direction to serve as an apologetic gesture, “afraid I can’t, (y/n).” 
and just like that, the entirety of the squad leaves you standing in the main room 
defeated 
your eyes catch the burnt-orange hue casted along the horizon, signaling that dusk was upon you and your stalling would be inevitable 
with a huff, you’re about to leave the room to situate yourself at the observatory deck when you catch sight of a lingering figure 
“lieutenant?” 
upon hearing his rank, ghost glances up from his task of dusting off his handgun and crumples the dirty rag in his hand 
he’s leaning against the edge of the table, feet spread apart to stabilize himself 
his dead-set eyes wordlessly prods you to continue talking and you force down the lump in your throat, “sorry. I was just surprised to see you still here, that’s all.” 
he’s clearly exhausted 
the usual tenseness in his shoulders has slowly diminished to where he appears withdrawn 
yet he thumbs at the weapon’s magazine and your eyes watch as the design on his gloves seem to dance at the action 
ghost nods once,, not one for small talk and you internally groaned at that late realization
silence ensues  
when an idea pops into your mind– why not ask ghost to take your watch duty? 
he’d understand, right?
inklings of doubt begin to gnaw at you but you were utterly desperate for rest tonight and your headache was worsening by the second 
“sir,” you meekly initiate before you have the chance to back down, “would you be willing to take my lookout duty shift?” 
your voice wavers, it’s blatantly obvious, and the anxiousness urges you to ramble on, “sorry! I don’t usually ask others to switch with me. it’s just been a really long day and I think I could benefit with some sleep. which, now that I’m thinking about it, anyone would benefit from sleep since everyone’s exhausted from the mission but what I’m trying to say is–” 
ghost raises a gloved hand
it’s a silent command to get you to halt and he rises to his feet 
you note the way his eyes deliberately scan the room before taking a step in your direction 
his tactical gear rattles,, the clasps slightly swinging due to the movement but he crosses the space between the two of you with ease 
the close proximity is perfect to get a glimpse of his opaque eyes which are obscured from smudged eye paint 
tucking his index finger underneath your chin, he lifts your face so you’re forced to maintain his stare, and his pale lashes flutter when he narrows his eyes 
“use your words.” 
the command is throaty, gruff, and deliciously low 
it takes you a second to regain your composure, inwardly stunned at how enticing his voice sounded, and decide to take a moment to gather your thoughts 
his touch is warm 
and ghost’s gaze was specifically fixed on you 
however, his hard stare flickers when your teeth gently tug at your bottom lip while you ponder the most effective way to get your point across 
you would need to use your final resort to sway ghost into covering your shift!
“I’m just not feeling the best right now and would really appreciate it if you took lookout duty instead.” you explained in sincerity 
it’s a good tactic– great even, but it wasn’t the final trick up your sleeve 
but it didn’t matter what you were explaining to ghost (whether you were giving him a half-assed excuse or ultimately feeling unwell) because he wasn’t listening,, too focused on the glimmer that shined within your wide eyes  
and the sparkle became more apparent under the dim light
ghost’s grasp tilted your chin upwards,, he’s silent and awaiting your next ploy 
he, however, wasn’t expecting the next word to tumble from your lips in a soft, pleading whisper 
“please.” 
his restraint runs alarmingly thin,, his finger that’s tucked underneath your chin twitches and the desire to encourage you to say it again is evident
“what was that?” 
the question is uttered so dangerously low that you gulp before softly repeating, “please, lieutenant.” 
and goodness did you look alluring while voicing it 
he’s at a standstill 
not to mention that he delights in the unwarranted swipe of your tongue over your plush lips,, wetting them just enough to shine 
and as he’s staring down at you, you’re peering up at him but he’s so unbelievably tall that you crowd yourself closer 
bloody hell 
the warmth radiating off your body reminds him of your proximity and before he can fall victim to your coquetry he reels back
who was he to tell you no?
“fine.” 
it’s a simple response uttered by ghost that immensely pleases you and you can’t help but wonder how permissive he was about it 
“really?” you question, brows shooting up in surprise because it was rare for the lieutenant to willingly volunteer to cover someone else’s lookout duty 
he drops the hand holding your chin and nods once 
busying himself by rechecking his handgun for full ammunition, he chastises how easily he made his decision 
can’t blame him though
ghost would’ve been a goner if you continued pleading to him using your expressive eyes,, the ones that cause his fingers to inch closer to hold you 
the most dangerous weapon he’s faced (in all honesty) 
and he’d rather NOT be rendered speechless in front of you 
he tucks the gun into the proper spot on his holster and turns to leave in accordance to his end of the compromise 
but not before he coolly mentions, “you should do that more.” 
you’re confused but ultimately satisfied to have finally issued your shift to someone else 
head tilting due to ghost’s comment, you decide to clarify what he meant 
“do what more, lieutenant?” 
“beg.” 
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wishlistcharles · 2 months
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lando norris x plus size!fem reader
genre: best friends to lovers
cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, p in v, oral (fem receiving), slight angst, slight dom lando, slight dirty talk, pls let me know if I am forgetting anything
word count: 4.9k
sidenote: hi everyone! this is my first fanfic that I have ever written so please excuse if its not the best, I hope to get better with time. I want to take requests so if ya'll have any lmk! this is also not beta read, sorry if there are little mistakes. I also tried to not make the reader self deprecating but insecurities are a thing so it was a bit hard to find a balance.
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You and Lando had been friends for as long as you could remember. It was a crucial part of your weekends growing up hoping in the car with his family and watching his karting tournaments. You knew from a very young age Lando would be one of the greats, he would make it to f1. That always scared you, not because you didn't want him to achieve his dreams but because you were scared of losing him. But throughout your friendship he had stayed loyal to you. 
Growing up, it was like Lando was your protector, he still kinda is to be honest. You were a big girl, there was no hiding it. Now that you are older, you’ve began to love and accept your body, but it took a lot of practice. So much so that even Lando has had his fair share of putting his two cents in. He was never embarrassed of you or tried to hide you away, even as he got more popular. 
You remember when you were around 15, you were sitting in the stands next to his mom when you overheard some of the other drivers' friends talk about you.
 “God how is he not embarrassed to be hanging out with someone who looks like her” and so on. You had felt mortified that day, you went home and cried to your mom. When the next weekend came you made up an excuse why you couldn't go and the same went on for the next couple of weekends until Lando showed up at your doorstep. 
“You're ignoring me, and don't say you aren't” said a pouty 15 year old Lando. “I'm not ignoring you, Lando, just maybe it's best if I don't go to all your karting tournaments”. You immediately regret what came out of your mouth because the last thing you ever wanted was to make Lando feel like you have, less than. 
“Who are you to decide what's best and what isn't?” you weren't used to this type of Lando, he never got mad at you or raised his voice. Being the emotional teenager you were, tears welled in your eyes and a few strayed away down your cheeks. Suddenly Lando grabbed you and pulled you into a hug. You have always been bigger than him but shorter as well. You felt small in his embrace. Even if in the back of your head you knew that was a lie.  “What happened y/n, tell me so I can make this better”
“ I don't want to embarrass you” you said into his chest. “embarrass me how?”. 
“I overheard some of the other driver's friends talking about me and my weight, and they are right, I don't want to embarrass you, racing is your life, Lando, I can’t ruin that”.
 You felt his chest rise and fall. “Tell me who told you that, now” he said in a cold distant tone, Lando never got angry, except on the track. “No I'm not going to tell you, because I don’t need you getting in trouble”. He looked a bit deflated after you refused to tell him but he continued to talk.
 “Y/n listen to me, you are one of the best things to happen to me, your weight has and will not ever matter to me. The fact that you think it would tells me that I haven’t been doing a good enough job at showing you how much you mean to me. Racing these past weekends without you have been hell, i need you, you are my best friend” the friend part rings in your ears. You realize that’s what you’ll only ever be to him - a friend. Even if you desperately wanted more.
Things get a lot better after that. You got to his tournaments loud and proud, and now 9 years later you are still doing the same. The problem is that you are still desperately in love with your best friend. Having to see Lando date girls who looked nothing like you made you feel a pit in your stomach. You knew you never had a chance with him, but it hurt so bad. The kind of hurt that made you want to cry and throw up. You couldn’t lose him though, so you played the role as his bigger best friend, that he just couldn’t shake off.
Lando once called you his good luck charm, saying that race weekends where you weren’t in the grandstands were ten times harder. Once he made it to formula 1  it made it harder to go to all his races, but you tried. Even when Lando would have his girlfriends you were still there, sitting right next to them. If people knew how you felt, they would pity you. That’s why you knew it was time to try and find a boyfriend, you couldn’t pine after Lando for the rest of your life, even if your heart wanted to. 
As you’ve gotten older you’ve learned to love and embrace your body. You know you looked good when you put on a dress that showed your thick thighs. Every race weekend you are dressed to the nines, make up, hair, everything done. You do this for yourself but also because you want to look good for Lando even if you tell yourself that’s not the reason. 
It wasn’t until this year you finally started taking dating seriously. At Silverstone this year, Lando had given you paddock tickets. You always tried to deny them by saying it was important that his family had paddock tickets but he insisted. This is when you met Mark, one of mclarens engineers. He was sweet, funny enough, tall, cute, everything a girl could want, but he wasn’t Lando. You followed him though on instagram because you told yourself you were not gonna pine over Lando this year, you were gonna find a partner who loved and supported you. 
It didn’t take long before Lando had found out that you were following each other. Asking curious questions “hey how do you and mark know each other?” He questioned. “oh we met at silver stone and he asked to follow” in hindsight maybe you shouldn’t have told him that because he proceeds to tell you how Mark is a terrible person, boring, mean all of the above. A part of you knew Lando was lying but you wouldn’t jeopardize his career by dating one of his race engineers.
It’s race weekend in Austin and you were able to fly out and watch Lando race. He had an amazing race, to celebrate he wanted to go clubbing which was a rare occasion after his DJing side career. You looked in the mirror before you left your room and you looked so good. Your dress showed off all your features and your makeup looked great. You weren’t the type for one night stands but you were gonna find someone tonight.
After arriving at the club with Lando and his friends you found yourself alone at the bar. Lando was a popular person and you don't need his attention constantly. You took this opportunity to look cute and hopefully approachable. It wasn't long before a guy had offered to buy you a drink, and another one, and another one. After your third vodka cranberry you had started to feel tipsy but you were still fully aware of your surroundings so when the handsome guy in front of you pulled you on the dance floor you obliged.
You felt good and it was rare you ever let yourself go like this. The club started playing Spanish music and you found yourself grinding on this stranger. Your body felt flushed, like you needed to be touched and this random man was doing the trick. His hand gripped tightly on your hips and his head placed between the junction of your neck and shoulder placing hungry kisses. Just as you are about to suggest you guys get out of here, a pair of strong hands pulls you out of the man's grip. “Come on y/n where are leaving, the cars are here” Lando whispered in your ear, you couldn’t quite place his tone. 
“It’s okay Lando, you go ahead I’ll meet you guys there” you said hoping he got the hint but of course he didn’t. “No i'm not leaving you alone with this guy, come on let’s go” he said, slightly tugging at you. The random guy, whose name you still don’t know, steps in,  “dude she doesn’t want to go, let her stay with me”. You see something shift in Lando, something possessive? “Mate she’s mine so I suggest backing the fuck off”. 
That sobered you up real quick. Instead of feeling happy he called you his, you were fueming. He had no right to do that, he wants to cockblock you and for what. At this point you walk past them and head towards the exit, it’s not long before Lando is at your side in the car trying to talk to you. “Y/n I’m sorry, talk to me”, you don’t, you ignore him the entire way back to the hotel. You let tears fall down your face because all you wanted was to have a random hookup, something that you could leave back in the states and forget about, someone that you didn’t have to worry about his opinion on your weight afterwards. But Lando went and did this and you don’t know why.
He followed you to your hotel room and you finally let him have it. “ How dare you do that, you had no right to do that Lando” he opens his mouth to say something but you stop him. “ No, let me talk, I just wanted one night where I could be with a guy carefree and not have to worry about what others thought, Lando I’m a grown adult I don’t need you to save me, you don’t understand what it’s like to be like me. I love you Lando but I can’t keep myself available forever hoping and waiting that you’ll finally love me ". That last part wasn’t meant to come out but you were so mad at him you didn’t care. 
You see a shift in his face. “You can’t say I’m yours when I’m not, because I never have been, the girls that are yours don’t look like me Lando. And I’ve accepted that because I love you and will always support you, even if it feels like there is a knife digging in my chest every time I see you with a new girl”. Tears again are welling in your eyes but you are doing your best not to let them fall. 
“I love you Lando but I can’t be your friend if you don’t let me go, you can’t keep stringing me along as your best friend who acts like your girlfriend, do you know how pathetic I look next to your past girlfriends, pining after you. I was the one who made sure you were prepared before every race, I  was the one who stayed up late picking you up from clubs, I was the one who held your neck up after your first F1 race because it hurt so bad. Not once did I ever ask for something in return because you are my best friend and I love you, but Lando I’m begging you, I can’t be alone forever you need to let me try and be with someone. You mean the world to me Lando and I need you in my life, but I can’t go on like this” he looked stunned. But found the words he wanted to say.
“Can i talk now y/n” he looked angry, you nodded. “Not once have I ever forced you to be there for me, but I know you were there because you cared for me and I care for you too, even though you think I don’t. But not once have I ever wanted you to feel pity or pathetic, y/n you are the most important woman in my life besides my mom and sisters but you mean everything to me and I’m sorry it took me this long to realize it. Seeing you with that guy made me physically sick, not because of how you guys looked, god y/n you looked so good tonight but he was grabbing on you and touching you, but I knew I couldn’t be mad because he was doing what I have been wanting to do for years, he just had the balls to do it, oh my god I can’t believe you thought I would ever think of you like that, y/n I’m in love with you and I have been for years, I was just too much of a coward to show it, I want you to be mine” 
In that moment everything seemed like it would be okay, you didn’t think about what the press would think or his other friends, all that mattered was him. You nodded. “Lando that’s all I’ve ever wanted was to be yours” before you knew it he was walking towards you and placing you in a firm kiss. 
You have had your fair share of kisses but none of them like this, this kiss made your knees weak, it made you want to crumble to the ground. He moved his hand from your cheeks down to your waist giving them a hard squeeze, sending shocks of pleasure down your pelvic area. 
You both pull away panting when he places his forehead on yours, “you don’t know how mad I got when he was touching you, the way you let him grind up on you and kiss your neck, I wanted to beat the shit out of him”. You rebuttal by saying “while now you know how I’ve felt for years seeing you with girls, even the ones who talked shit about me, I wanted to fight them all”. 
This seemed to catch Lando by surprise “which ones talked shit about you?” “Babes half of them did, I chalked it up to them being jealous but it didn’t hurt any less”. “Fuck y/n I’m so sorry I never even loved any of them that’s the worst part of it, I was just trying to feel a void in my heart”. You went to hug him, placing your head on his chest. 
“Y/n I’m sorry I was an idiot and it took this long for me to realize my feelings and I’m sorry you got hurt in the process” said Lando
“No don’t apologize, deep down a part of me knew that if we were ever together, it would make things harder for your career, you would get so much hate” 
“Even if it did, I would walk to the ends of the earth for you, no public option would change that” 
Something hot grew inside of you and you crashed your lips to his, you wanted him. He fisted his hand in your hair lightly pulling it, that made you moan into his mouth. You could feel him smirk. Your hands settled under his shirt, mostly because your hands are cold but because you want to feel him. All of a sudden Landos hands traveled their way down your back and settled on your ass, gripping hard he stopped kissing you and whispered, “this ass is mine, don’t forget that”. You gasp and nod, you want nothing more than for Lando to take you right now. 
You slow down your kiss to talk “ Lando I want you so bad” “ I do to baby” with that you start to pull off his shirt showing his toned chest. It’s not like you’ve never seen him shirtless before because you have but this was different. You stare “you like what you see baby?” lando asked in a teasing tone. You bite your lip and nod. 
Lando starts to take your dress off and you panic. You grab his hands, “wait can I keep my dress on”
Lando gives you a look, and you can already tell what's going to come out of his mouth. You want to stop him because he knows you are pretty and your body is pretty but being naked in front of your best friend of 17 plus years is intimate. And it's not that you don't trust him but you can't help but feel the slightest bit insecure. Let's be honest you knew deep down Lando has never been with a girl who looked like you. Lando starts to say “if you want to keep it on you can, I would never pressure you to take it off but I want you to know I think you are the prettiest girl in the world. You don’t know how hot and bothered you would get me showing up to race weekends dressed in short skirts and your tits about to pop out”. In the back of your head you want to keep hearing his vulgar mouth, it does something to you. In response, you nod, slowly taking off your dress. You were left in nothing but your bra and underwear. “Fuck” you hear Lando whisper. Suddenly he’s attacking your neck, leaving harsh kisses.
You feel his stubble, his goatee rubs against the base of your neck. “You look so fucking good y/n, can’t wait to have you wrapped around me” You feel yourself get shy, you’ve thought about this moment a lot and now that it’s finally happening you want to do so much. Lando seems to notice your timidness and asks what’s wrong. “Nothing, I’ve just played this up in my head so much I want to be good for you” you reply. 
“Yeah you want to be my good girl huh? Don’t worry baby I have no doubt in my mind you are going to be amazing and listen to me” you feel yourself falling into a submissive space.
Lando continues to kiss you all while walking you both to the bed and gently laying you down. You have your hands loosely attached around his neck, so him breaking away is no surprise. “Gonna eat you out baby, can I?” Lando asks licking his lips
You nod your head furiously, it’s been forever since the last time you’ve had sex and even longer since someone has gone down on you.
As Lando kisses his way down your body, you feel a flood of wetness starting to pull at your core. Your body felt like it was on fire. “Lift your hips up” he commanded. You listen and do what is asked.
You feel the cool air make contact with your pussy, sending shivers all throughout your body. “You have such a pretty pussy, so wet just for me huh? I bet you taste so good y/n'' Lando speaks in a seductive tone. 
All you can do is let out a strangled whine. Desperate to have his mouth on you. He makes you wait a bit longer, he’s a tease at heart and you knew this. He sends kisses up and down your thighs, your stomach. Finally he places a kiss directly on your clit and proceeds to blow a puff of air. “Please Lando please, I need you” you beg, who knew you would be this far gone. “Don’t worry baby, I’m gonna take care of you” and with that he attaches his lips around your clit sucking lightly. This makes you arch your back and your hands fly into his hair, gripping it tight. It’s almost too much, he notices and starts to lick around your vulva getting you more wet than you already were. 
You are a moaning mess at this point, your hands keep pulling at his hair getting a moan out of him. He looks up at you and asks “gonna stick my fingers in you is that okay” you already feel so fucked out that all you can do is nod dumbly. 
You feel his middle finger slowly sink into your heat. Lando didn’t have the thickest fingers but they were long, you let out a gasp when the single digit sinks in.
Lando continues to suck and lick around your clit. It’s not long before you start to feel a coil tighten in your lower stomach. If he continues to do what he’s doing you know you are going to come within the matter of minutes. It almost makes you sad because if this was a one time thing, you want to come around his cock, to be close with him. You open your mouth to voice your concern “Lando I’m going to come soon, stop, wanna come around your cock” 
He looks up at you, “you can come more than once right? Want you to come all over my face then again on my cock. You can do that right? You can be a good girl for me”. You nod desperately, his words send you further over the edge. You feel his lips engulf your clit and moan sending vibrations throughout your body. He has since added another finger slowly rocking back and forth into you. 
You feel your coil snap and a gush of wetness leaves you. You couldn’t even announce that you were coming but Lando got the gist. But he wanted to be a little bastard and play rough. He continued to suck and lick around your bundle of nerves, despite you being sensitive from your orgasm. You whine and try to close your legs around his head. But he only forces them open with his hand. 
“Lan please, I want your cock, wanna come again” you hear yourself slur your words. You don’t care at this point because all you want is to feel his body flush against yours. 
“How can I say no to you, pretty girl” when Lando  comes face to face with you, you see how slick and wet his mouth and chin is. Something primal takes over you and you grab him roughly kissing and licking into his mouth. Lando moans into it and says “you like tasting yourself on me huh? You are so fucking dirty, who knew my best friend and the girl I am in love with would have such a nasty fucking mouth and like such dirty things”.
You can’t even bring yourself to reply because all you want right now is to have his cock in you.  You settle for a nod and slowly bring your hands down to his boxers and begin to pull. At some point when you can’t pull them off anymore, he takes over and does it. His cock springs out and all you can do is stare at it. 
You are a bit ashamed to say you had imagined what it looked like, but the real thing was 10 times better than what you could ever imagine. He was average in length, but thick and curved to the right slightly. He was well groomed just like you knew he would be. Your mouth watered at the sight, if you weren’t in such a hurry to have him in you, you could sit with him in your mouth for hours. You want to touch so you bring your hand to wrap around the base of his cock. 
The first drag up there is a little resistance because he is dry, so you reach down and grab some of your wetness and lubricate him up. This makes the motion go much smoother. When he sees you do this, he moans. “Fuck y/n you are so hot, I can’t believe we waited this long to do something. I need to be with you”. 
You want him to go bare but as much as you love Lando you know you both should be tested before you do it. “Condom?” You manage to croak out. He nods and hops over to his jeans and fishes one out of his wallet. You want to make fun of him for having one stashed away there but you let it slide. While he's doing this you pull off your bra, hoping to surprise him.
As he comes back to the bed his eyes are wide. “You have the prettiest tits y/n, they drive me crazy, I felt like such a perv getting hard in my fireproof seeing you in the paddock, talking away. You had no idea huh? No idea that you made me feel this way” he questioned
You shake your head no in response.
As he’s in front of you, you see him roll the condom over his shaft. This is really happening. “I want to see your face when you come, can we stay like this?” Lando questions. “Of course, I wouldn't have it any other way” you say in a soft tone. 
He slowly starts to enter you. The stretch is tight, it burns in the slightest. It feels like the air is being punched out of you. It’s been a while since you’ve had anyone in you so the burn is to be expected, but it’s not unwelcome. You grab Landos arm for support, he notices your discomfort. “Do you want me to stop, baby? You are so tight, you feel so good”. You shake your head, that’s the last thing you want. 
“No, just been a while since I’ve had anything in me, you are so thick just give me a minute to adjust” you say
“Of course, take your time” Lando says while kissing your neck, it helps distract you from the pain. He’s fully in now, it’s just a matter of when you are ready to let him move. You let your body adjust for about a minute when you say “you can move”.
Lando slowly starts to rock back and forth in you. The burn is still there but it’s a delicious kind of sensation. Something you feel like you could get addicted to. You look between your bodies and see your stomach. For once you like the contrast of how your bodies look together. Only Lando could ever make you feel this way, you were sure of it. 
You feel Lando breathing heavily into your neck, soft moans slipping out every so often. You can’t wait to do more with him. One particular trust has you clenching around him, he lifts his head and says “fuck you feel so good around me, like you were made for me y/n, you pull me in so good” 
This almost brings tears to your eyes, for so long you had been there for him, helped him through thick and thin and he’s always been grateful but his praise is making you melt, pushing you closer to the edge. 
Your hands are currently at his back slightly clawing away, you know you couldn’t leave marks but you needed something to grab on to. You felt so full, you knew in a matter of minutes you were gonna come around him. “I feel like i'm gonna come soon” you say. “Same, you feel to good around me I can’t hold it off much longer”
He reaches between your bodies and starts to rub your clit, slowly in circular motions. This sends a shot of pleasure through your body as a reaction you wrap your legs around him.
Suddenly he pulls all the way out and you begin to whine but he slams all the way back in. You moan at the abrupt roughness. He moves back and forth with vigor, determined to get you both off at the same time. 
“I'm gonna come” you say when you feel pleasure finally reaching its highpoint. You are clenching, you can feel it. Only seconds later Lando mumbles in your ear that he's reached his high as well. Taking a moment before he pulls out he kisses you all over, your cheeks, forehead, lips. You don't want to let him go but you know you need to go pee and he needs to take his condom off. 
When you both return to bed you nestle your face into his neck, his scruff scratching the side of your head. There was no other place in this world you would rather be than in his arms, and yeah that may sound dramatic but he was everything you wanted. 
He looked down at you with the warmest eyes. “You are amazing, you know that. If it wasn’t clear before, I want it all with you. You are everything y/n and it’s time for me to start showing you how much I love you and appreciate you. If you’re in, I’m in” 
“Of course I’m in you muppet” 
You bring your lips to his for a soft peck. For once in the 17 years of your friendship, everything seemed to finally feel like it was going to be okay, and you couldn’t wait for the wild adventure it would be to be Lando Norris’ girlfriend.
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✧.* must love dogs; csc one shot.
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✧.* synopsis: after a breakup (three years ago) your friend finally attempts to get you back on the saddle by creating you a dating profile despite your protesting, hooking you up on dates with some of the eligible bachelors of their choice, none of which impressed you. until one day you met the boy with the dog.
part of my seventeen movie series.
paring: seungcheol x reader (y/n uses she/her pronouns.)
genre/s: fluff, strangers2lovers
warning/s: alcohol mentions, swearing, cigarette mentions, swearing, some pg-13 jokes.
word count: 3.7k
note: im notorious atp for not editing, pls. I hope you enjoy my lil must love dogs inspired fic, its one of my fav movies!! xo.
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“So how was bachelor number five?” 
With a roll of your eyes, you gazed at your friend Seungkwan resting his feet on top of your shared glass coffee table, ticking the tip of the city guide book and magazines rested on top. 
“Boring. He was nice or whatever, good looking, but he wouldn’t shut up about league of legends and his job. Other than that he asked me no questions about myself or what I do. A failure as most would call it.” 
“So I take it you wouldn’t want to go out with him again?” 
“God, whatever gave you that impression? I thought you could tell we were headed for marriage?” 
“Hey. I’m doing you a very nice thing, you don’t have to be so sarcastic about it.” 
“Look, I know. But just because Jun is getting married and I still haven’t moved on doesn’t mean I need to be dating all of the sudden.” 
The boy patted the seat next to him. Scooching over from his spot, making room for you on the couch. 
“ It’s been nearly three years since you ended it with him. At least fuck someone before you dry up.” 
“That’s fucking gross and what vibrators are for.” 
A small scream left your friend's mouth as he covered his ears trying to remove what he had just heard coming out of your mouth. 
“Y/n his wedding is in two months, we need to find someone to bring that’s not me. You don’t want to feel the embarrassment of his pity party and everyone feeling sorry for you.” 
“Why can’t you just be my date?” 
“Too obvious. Plus your whole family will be there, just do it or you know your parents will be in your case again. This ‘ secret man’ you’ve been seeing doesn’t exist and I think your Mom is starting to catch on.” 
He was right. Your parents come from a high status, as do your ex boyfriends, they were the reason you both had met and became friends in the first place. But, when your relationship ended you lied to them, it was working well until you got a call from your very upset mother telling you Jun showed up to your house with his family and a girl on his arm that wasn’t you. 
“Okay, then why can’t I choose my own date?” 
“The men you chose to quote on quote date are literally disturbing, I’m sorry but it’s the truth. Like that one dude you brought here last time? Whatever the fuck his name was literally was wearing a necklace vial of his own blood and claimed drinking your own urine and reusing water is the only way we can save the planet.” 
“Okay, but he was nice.” 
“He literally didn’t flush the toilet because he only went number one. That’s fucked, no.” 
“Can I at least, like at the very least have some approval over the men you match me with then?” 
“Maybe.” 
“ Kwanie, please. Come on, don’t make me use the what goes around card, it’s my turn” 
“No, it's absolutely my turn.” 
“Not true, you wasted it two months ago when I had to bail you out of that strange house party orgy thing by saying your dog died and coming in crying to a bunch of naked strangers. You owe me.” 
“Valid.” 
“How did you not realize what that party was anyway?” 
“This is not currently about my life failures, but yours my beautiful friend.” 
Laughing at Seungkwan's major mishap, you forgot to greet your dog, Lucky. She was waiting and crying at your feet, finally waking up from her sweet slumber to greet you. 
“Hello my baby, do we have to go outside?” 
“She went for a walk this afternoon, but after her dinner she crashed so she probably wants a walk. I can go if you want to change or shower.” 
“No it’s alright, I can take her, you're already in your pj’s and after my date I need a distress, want anything from the mart?” 
“Ice cream?” 
With a small nod you jumped up, taking the small curly creature in your arms and grabbing her harness before heading back outside into the warm spring air. 
Ten minutes into your evening stroll, you decided to sit on the green wooden bench overlooking the water, the same bench your grandmother always spoke about when you asked her the same story about how she and your grandfather got engaged. The gold plaque with their names rubbing off sitting behind your back. 
Suddenly you heard a man yelling from behind you, running through the green grass lit up with fluorescent lights. 
“Hey, Kkuma, no come back.” 
A small white dog came up behind Lucky sniffing her and starting to play, you noticed her cute hairclip and ran your hands through her fur. 
“God, I’m sorry. She normally doesn’t run off like that.” 
“It’s okay my dog lov-“ 
As you turned around to look into the round eyes of the owner, you were stunned with how beautiful he was. 
His dark hair pushed under a cap, a white t-shirt too big for his frame sitting beautifully in his toned shoulders, and his red sweatpants matching his shoes. 
The unfamiliar man was bending down now petting your precious pet and his own at the same time talking to them in sweet baby voices. 
“This is Kkuma by the way, and you are?” 
“Y/N” 
“Hi y/n, you’re so cute, you and kkuma can be best friends if your mom lets you.”
You let out a roaring laugh realizing he thought you had introduced your pet and not yourself.
“Oh sorry, did I say something wrong?”
“No, no. It’s just I’m y/n this is Lucky sorry my fault.” 
“Oh god, cool. Sorry Lucky, I’m Seungcheol. You can call me Cheol and this is Kkuma.” 
“Nice to meet you Cheol and Kkuma.” 
“You too. Look I know I just met you and all, but I’m new to the area. I was wondering if you’d want to get coffee and let the girls hangout sometime?” 
“Oh. Yeah, of course. Let me give you my number.” 
Seungcheol handed you his cell phone with a new contact page pulled up giving you full reign to type your name and number into his list. 
Handing the device back to him your fingers touched, creating an electric shock, to not like you to believe in signs, but for some reason it felt like the universe trying to tell you something. 
“Thank you, I’ve actually got to get going, but if you're free tomorrow would you want to grab coffee and hangout at the dog park?” 
“Yeah, totally. Just text me a time, we can just meet here. What kind of coffee do you drink? There’s a good spot by my apartment. I can just pick it up for us.” 
“Wow, that’s so nice of you. Just a black americano is cool or a cold brew whichever.”
“No fun I see.”
“How would you know that? Just because I don’t like sugary drinks doesn’t mean I can’t have fun.” 
“I don’t know, we will see.” 
“We will. I’ll catch you tomorrow girls.” 
“Nice to meet you.” 
“You too!” 
Seungcheol left the same way he came running through the grass with Kkuma on his heels, following him all the way back to their home. 
Strolling back down the pathway back to your apartment, you could help but feel butterflies in your stomach, you knew nothing about the man you just met other than his name and his cute dog, but there was a lot of unknown. 
Smiling like a Cheshire Cat, you unlocked the front door and watched Lucky sprint back into Seungkwan lounging on the couch, eating for the ice cream you had forgotten. 
“Where’s the snacks? Also why are you smiling like an idiot you’re freaking me out.” 
“We met a guy with his dog, a very cute guy might I add, who actually asked for my number and wants to get coffee tomorrow.” 
“ What the fuck, it’s late tell me he doesn’t live in the park?” 
“No he said he just moved to the area, he was clearly not a park dweller he had keys, and smelt amazing actually.”
“Smelling strangers? A new low even for you”
“Oh my god, fuck off.” 
Seungkwan pulled his phone out and opened various social media apps preparing himself for best friend stalking duties. 
“What’s his name?”
“Seungcheol, not sure about his last name, but he goes by Cheol and his dog was Kkuma.” 
“Great.. okay, found him I assume?”
“What the fuck, how? Let me see.”
“Eager aren’t we?”
“Fuck off?” 
Grabbing Seungkwan's phone from his grip, you scroll quickly through the new faces' social media.
“Yeah, it’s him.” 
“Okay, let me see. Wait, he's actually hot AND seems to have his own business?” 
“Oh my god.”
“Here, look” 
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After the next few hours, you and your friend stumble on into your separate rooms preparing yourself for slumber, which never seems to reach you and before you know it dawn is creeping its way through your curtains, and your backup preparing yourself for a day with you and Lucky's new friends. 
Something about your energy was excitable and nearing frantic, you could wait to step outside into the fresh air with your pocket sized princess at your side, but it was still early. 
You had decided on pampering yourself for this morning, finding the need to make yourself up, you spread on your skin care with glee, drew perfect lines of eyeliner and strained your hair, pulling it up into a nice tight ponytail the hair tie matching the taupe tone of your sweat suit perfectly.  Before you knew it it was 9:45 a perfect time for you and Lucky to step outside the door. 
Placing her in her tote bag, you stepped inside of your favorite coffee shop, the light pink walls covered in photos and paintings, the smell of the espresso seemed sweeter. 
“Morning, y/n you look beautiful today. Would you like the usual?”
“Thank you, for me, yes. But can I also get a large americano, just black and he didn’t tell me iced or hot, so iced is good I think? Or maybe hot with a cup of ice on the side? If that’s okay?” 
“He? Did you finally start dating someone?” 
“Oh no, just a friend of mine. Seungkwan told you shit about me didn’t he?” 
“Yes. Sorry.”  
“No worries, can I actually get two of the plain croissants and two of the flower dog cookies too?” 
“No problem, it’ll be right out.” 
“Thank you.” 
Taking a seat next to the pick up counter you scrolled through the instagram of the boy you’re meant to be meeting, telling yourself it’s just to remember his face, but really it was to get a peek into what else he’s into or if he was single. 
“Y/N” 
“Oh shit, sorry. Thank you guys, see you tomorrow.” 
Picking up the paper coffee carrier and pastry bag, you waved goodbye to the baristas and briskly walked back to the bench you were at yesterday, your bench, spotting the back of Seungcheol’s head watching the water with his dog. 
“Hey. Sorry I’m late.” 
“Oh, no problem. I just got here.” 
Placing your items down on the bench, you freed her bag and greeted Kkuma alongside her before taking your seat. 
“Here’s your coffee, I wasn’t sure if you wanted hot or iced so I got you a cup of ice too just in case, a croissant, and a little treat for your girl too.” 
“Wow thank you so much, hot is fine actually. How are you?” 
“Good, nervous. I mean it’s not every day you meet a stranger for coffee.” 
Seungcheol laughed, tipping his head back slightly before taking a bite of his pastry. 
“Sorry. I know it’s weird, you just seemed like someone I wanted to get to know, and Kkuma liked you so I figured you’re good people.” 
“Well, thank you. You too. Lucky generally does not like men other than my friend Seungkwan, my dad, and my ex-boyfriend so consider yourself special.”
“I do.”
“So what brought you to this neighborhood? Work, a relationship?”
“No relationship, but actually my business partner is from here. We decided to open our warehouse and stuff here because it’s much better than doing it in the city. We have a spirit company and we’re planning on opening a brewery and bar, so that’s why I’ve been working late nights. I guess it served me well, I made a friend on my first day.”
“You’ve only been here for a full day? What the hell? You already know the best spot in town. What kind of stuff do you guys make?”
“Beer and soju mainly, we’ve been working on it for five years now and are finally at a spot to open up and start selling it to people, which is cool. But what about you? What do you do?” 
“I’m a medical student actually, my parents are both doctors, I used to really want to be one too, but I don’t know, I don’t really have the same passion for it as I used to.”
“Well what would you do if you had the choice?”
“I always wanted to design stuff for dogs, start a rescue, anything like that. I got so happy seeing Kkuma as an accessory girl.”
“Yeah, she’s very stylish. I think you should go for it, you know? Why waste time becoming something for someone else and risk being unhappy just for their sake?”
“Honestly I wouldn’t even know how to start a business on my own, let alone tell my parents.”
“Hey, I didn’t either and look where it’s gotten me.”
You turned back to the water, staring into the calm blue waters, trying not to go into your own head. 
“You’re oddly inspiring, I’ll give you that much.”
“Thank you, y/n. You’re oddly sassy, I’ll give you that.”
“Shut up, I’m not.”
“You already tried to clock me by saying I’m no fun because I drink black coffee and you said oddly inspiring like a back handed compliment. You definitely are, but I like it. 
“Good.”
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You had continued your twice weekly hangouts with Kkuma and her dad for two weeks now, getting excited whenever the days roll around to see the two of them again, but you haven’t hung out once without them around, which made you wonder if your friendship or crush rather on this boy was only due to your dogs being friends themselves. 
Seungkwan tried setting you up on more and more dates with more and more duds, he was starting to lose hope himself, knowing that the one person he could set you up with was Seungcheol but he didn’t want to overstep. 
Strolling home from another failed connection, you decide to stop and have a beer before going home to give the dirty details to Seungkwan about who you had just met. 
Pulling open the tab of one of your drinks from your six pack, you took a deep breath and sat down, feeling your eyes welling up with tears. 
Another can opened as you went to take the first sip. A hand comes on your shoulders, whispering a boo in your ears. 
“What the fuck!” 
Jumping up from your seat the hand on your shoulder belonged to Seungcheol, the look in his eyes went from happy to concerned as he saw the small streaks of tears on your cheeks, you top now dribbled with spots of beer. 
“I’m so sorry, are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m good. Want a beer?”
“Sure, thanks. I’m sorry I scared you, I thought you heard me behind you.”
“It’s alright, I was in my own world anyway. You look nice, where are you headed?”
“Soft opening for my bar actually, I texted you, but I figured you didn’t respond because you were busy.”
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry, I would’ve loved to come. I was a bit preoccupied on an awful fucking date.”
“That bad, huh?”
“Worse.”
“Well the good news is you technically didn’t miss it, it doesn’t start for another twenty minutes and you’re dressed very nice. It worked out. 
“Fuck I wish I paid more attention, I could’ve got you some flowers or something.”
“Next time. Will your roommate be alright taking care of Lucky?”
“Yeah of course, he knew I would be out tonight. I’ll text him just to be sure.”
“Cheers to hanging out without our kids?”
“Definitely.”
With that suddenly your awful night and doubts about your relationship with the raven haired boy went out the window. 
“Shall we?”
“We shall.” 
Seungcheol lent his arm out for you to wrap your own around, and you both stayed out that way for a few moments, before discarding your cans and walking the way to his new venture. 
“Here it is, you ready?”
“When you told me you were opening this up I thought you hadn’t even started? But it looks like it’s fully ready.” 
“Ah, well we had planned to wait a bit, but we’re getting too antsy, so here we are.”
“It’s beautiful, holy shit.” 
“Thanks, sit here, I’ll be right back.”
You took a seat on the green leather booth, looking around and taking in the ambiance of the custom lighting and ribbon like wallpaper, when a blonde gentleman walked over sitting down across from you. 
“Y/n? Right?”
“Yeah, nice to meet you…”
“Jeonghan, I’m Cheol’s business partner.”
“Jeonghan, right. Nice to finally meet you, I’ve heard a lot.”
“Likewise, you’re so much prettier than Cheol let on actually.”
“Oh?”
Without a chance to interrogate the new face further Seungcheol walked back over to your table, setting down a few bottles of various spirits for you to try, including a couple of cocktails. 
“He didn’t scare you too much did he?”
“Not at all, he was just telling me actually how much prettier I am than you alluded to.”
“Jeonghan, don’t do that to her, come on. You know very well I told you she was pretty, I even showed you her instagram, you agreed.”
“I know, I just wanted to make you tell her yourself and my job is done, see you around y/n.”
“Nice to meet you.”
As Jeonghan left the table you felt your cheeks growing with heat, unsure if it was the alcohol or the fact that Seungcheols friend made him confess he thought you were good looking. 
“Sorry about him, he’s a menace.”
“No need to be sorry, I have my own menace at home and I don’t mean my dog.”
Seungcheol laughed, pouring you a shot of his very own soju to taste, filling with anticipation hoping you enjoy the drink he’s serving you, looking for your approval became a big part of his mind lately. 
Lifting your glass up to his and clinking them together, the liquor poured down the back of your throat filling your mouth with sweetness and warmth. 
“Holy shit.”
“Good holy shit or bad holy shit?”
“No, very good. That’s actually delicious. It’s so clean and fresh.”
“That makes me so happy to hear.”
“I’m happy you’re happy.”
“Okay, beer next. This is just a standard sour, some lime and sea salt, sort of beach vibes.” 
“Sounds amazing, okay.”
Tipping your head back you sipped at the foamy top of the glass, savoring the flavors in your mouth. 
“I hate you so much.”
“What? Why?”
“Seungcheol, you're way too humble when you talk about your business, this shit is amazing. I said I hate you because I’m going to crave this shit and I’ll have to see you all the time.” 
“I thought you liked seeing me all the time?”
“You’re okay.”
“I have to say it’s cool to be here with you without the dogs, not that they distract too much, but they definitely take away giving you my full attention.”
“I mean how could they not, they’re cute as fuck,”
“So are you.”
“Wow, two drinks in Cheol and you’re already calling me cute? I wonder what else you’ll say the more you drink?"
“Technically we’re four drinks in, but I guess I remember the time I spent with you more than you do. Did those drinks on the bench mean nothing to you?”
“Oh fuck, I did forget. I guess technically I’m five drinks in then, catch up, bitch.”
You and Seungcheol spent the rest of the night being greeted by his friends, most of them already assuming who you were, letting you know that Seungcheol talks about you more than you realized. 
Feeling your blood alcohol content rising, you decided to take a step outside and refresh. 
The bell of the door opened up behind you, putting you face to face with his cherry lips once again, watching them light up a hand rolled cigarette to his lips. 
“Doing okay?”
“Yeah, just wanted to step out for a second. Are you good?”
“Very. Want a cig?”
“No, I’m good for now. Ask me again later.” 
“So will there be a later? You’re not ditching me now?”
“I’d never do that.”
“So, y/n does this maybe get me a chance to take you on a date? I’m kind of drunk so I’m feeling oddly bold.” 
“Is this not sort of a date?”
“I was hoping you thought so. Is that a yes?”
“Absolutely. I thought you’d never ask.”
“Before we go on our date though, y/n. I have one final question?” 
“Yes?” 
“Do you still think I’m boring?” 
“A little.” 
Seungcheol grabbed your waist and spun you around, causing his perfectly rolled tobacco to fall on the sidewalk. 
Blissfully you were giggling and laughing under the red led lights of his bar. 
“Take it back.” 
“Nope.” 
“Please.” 
You looked into his puppy dog eyes and did something out of your comfort zone. Wrapped your hands loosely around his neck, placing a deepened kiss onto his lips. 
His mouth tasted of cigarettes and salt with a hint of vanilla from the lip balm he always had on him. 
“Is that a good ‘sorry I called you boring’ kiss?” 
“It’ll do for now.” 
“Good. They’ll be more where that came from.” 
“Promise?” 
“Pinky promise.” 
You and Seungcheol unwrap from each other, finding Jeonghan standing and  cheering in the window watching the two of you. 
“Can’t believe I got a hot date and a sister for Kkuma all in one.” 
“You lucky dog.” 
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patrophthia · 7 months
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can u pls right about Theo and the reader. it is like prom night and she looks so pretty and Theo wants a kiss from her but, they aren't official yet so, yeah. but, she gives in the end. ty!! and Congo!!!
first kiss with theo are you kidding me?!? this is so cuteeeee
ditto | theodore nott
pairing: theodore nott x reader
genre: fluff, (kinda) established relationships, first kisses !!!
part of my 1k celebration event !
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Coming to the dance with you is a bad idea. Why he even agreed to come is a mystery in the first place. He had never been one for balls or dances a like, with its loud music and crowded rooms; he’d much rather just stay at home with a good book and his cushioned bed. 
But you’ve asked of him to be here with you, as your date, and when he’s so so incredibly enamored by you. How could he ever say no? 
And now, as he stands before you, with your hands over his shoulders and his resting on your waist. Your eyes shut as you laugh at a lame joke he’d made, the sound resonating through your chest tugging at his heart string as you did so. He thinks that he’s never seen anyone as pretty as you. 
And it’s devastating, to think so —to know so, to know that within the last decades of his life, he’s only just now seeing someone like you. And he’s so incredibly lucky to be able to call you his, or at least officially do so in a few minute time. 
Your eyes open back up and your nose crinkles as you notice him staring at you. “What?” You ask. “Is there something on my face?” 
He tries to stop himself, he really did. He knows how cheesy it’d sound and how much you’d tease him for saying it but he says it anyways. “Just beauty.” 
And when you scrunch your nose, face contorting in disgust at his lame pick up line. He finds himself smiling at you. “Boo,” you say first, “stop saying things like that or we might actually have to break up.” 
“This early?” 
You’ve been going two months top, never having made it officials with labels and such but it’s clear that the two of you liked each other very much. Especially when one of you eyes the others lips for way too long. 
Just like how you’re eyeing his right now. “Mhmm.” 
He juts his lips out in a pout, and you don’t even bother to hide the fact that you’re staring at him. “That’s way too early don’t you think?” 
“Maybe?” You murmur, still swaying to the music. “But I’ve never been one for cheesy pick up lines so you’d have to make it up to me.” 
He’s soft when he’s with you, hands rubbing against the plush of your waist through your dress. “How can I do that?” 
“Tell me that you want to kiss me as much as I want to kiss you.” 
It takes him a second, but then: “ditto.” 
And when he leans in his first, lowering himself so you wouldn’t strain your neck as your lips met his, he realizes he’s completely consumed by you; the taste of your lips, the feel of you in his hold, the scent of you, you were quite literally everything to him. 
And he’s so so glad that he’s your. 
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missdictatorme · 9 months
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The Shades Of The Moon - Moon Knight 🌙✨
Pairings: Virgin!Steven Grant x Fem!Reader
Genre: Smut and Fluff
Summary: Steven's dream is simple. He wants to be a tour guide. But Donna made it clear he has no chance achieveing that. That is until she gets fired and Steven gets a new boss. He is thrilled when you offer him the dream position, but what if he has to do something in return?
Warnings: seks duh, no DID, talks of insomnia and sleeping problems, okay so @melodygatesauthor 's AI characters are having an influence on me and Steven is a tiny bit yandere in this. Just barely noticable. Maybe he isn't even yandere just a huge fucking simp idek lol. (Anyway, Mel, your AI characters rock I love them and you 😘) Also I wanted to post it as soon as I can so it's not beta'd 🫣
A/N: I have no excuse, I'm a slut for inexperienced men 😶 But I'm also a sub so this is a fucking mess. Literally a fucking mess. Be aware of messy fucking. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE PURE FILTH LIKE "THE PAVLOVIAN RESPONSE" BUT AGAIN I HAD TO MAKE IT SWEET??? Why can I only write smut with feels? Pls shoot me, I'm a failure.
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You tried to hide your smile on your first day after you were introduced to everyone at the museum by the director. You chatted a little with everybody and it was clear that almost all of them hated Donna and were glad she was getting replaced.
Well, she was digging her own grave by treating everyone like shit, so it wasn't a surprise when soon she got complaints by her employees and coworkers, opening the door for you to apply for her job in the museum.
Everybody seemed very nice, so you had a good feeling about this new job. Being in a position where you hold power over others can be scary, there's this whole thing that everyone seems to agree with that "all bosses are assholes" so you tried to break that myth.
You were strict in a way that you wanted everyone to do their job right and didn't have trouble telling someone if they are being too lazy. But you weren't rude even those times and you don't like to cause unnecessary drama by treating your workers like shit. You respected everyone as long as they respected you and their jobs.
You honestly didn't have trouble with employees being a few minutes late. You didn't. Maybe they didn't catch the bus, they slept in, or they accidentally spilled their coffee and it landed on their shirt and they needed to get changed. Shit happens, it was part of life.
But Steven Grant of the gift shop seemed to have trouble getting to work almost every day.
That's why during the day when you had a few minutes of free time you asked him to come to your office.
He was sitting in front of your desk with slightly hunched shoulders and with his hands in his lap as he was holding the tea you offered him, letting it warm his slightly cold fingers.
"So, Steven..."
He looked up at you, smiling. He liked you a lot more than Donna. You remembered his name and you were always very kind. You always greeted everyone and chatted a few words with everybody, creating a friendly atmosphere at the workplace.
"Is everything alright?"
Steven's brows furrowed a little in confusion but he was still smiling.
"Is everything...? I... yeah, everything's fine, yeah."
You were standing behind your desk with your arms crossed over your chest. You were wearing a simple but elegant white button up shirt and a black pencil skirt, black tights and black high heels with red bottoms.
When you moved to go around the table to stand in front of Steven, leaning back on it, you saw as his eyes moved up and down your body as he sat up straighter. It was hard reading his expression, he was always very friendly and respectful. You wondered if he appreciated what he was seeing.
"So is there any reason why you were late for work again?"
Steven's eyes widened. He knew he was pushing the boundaries with always running in the last minute or after it. He always apologized and promised he will be on time, but it's like luck was always abandoning him when it was time to wake up.
"Yeah, about that." - he looked down and caressed the teacup with his thumb. - "I have this... sleeping disorder. Insomnia. It's very late when I can fall asleep and I just can't seem to wake up in the mornings to my alarm."
You hummed and nodded, understanding.
"Have you considered trying to find a job where you would have night shifts?"
Steven felt like someone punched him in the guts.
"Wha- you wanna fire me?"
Your eyes widened and you quickly held your hands up, shaking them.
"No, no, no, no, no! I don't want to fire you! Jesus, no!" - you huffed out a laugh by the end and it looked like Steven calmed down a little. - "I'm just trying to help. You know I don't really care if someone's a little late sometimes, but you are late almost everyday, and you must know that it is an issue. Your work starts half an hour before the museum opens and there are times when you arrive after the first few customers have already entered the gift shop. I have to open those times instead of you."
Steven looked down in shame and shook his head.
"I know and I'm so sorry! I just... I really am trying. I am drinking calming teas, I read in bed, I am lighting scented candles to help me relax..."
"Okay, but lighting candles before you fall aleep is not the safest choice?" - you cut him off with a small smile.
Steven chuckled a little, but he was still tense.
"Yeah, yeah, I know." - he waved it off.
"Have you tried to talk to a doctor about this? If you don't get enough rest for a long period of time, it could cause health problems later."
Steven started chewing his lower lip. He was not used to people caring about him. Hell, 80% of the museum staff don't even remember his name, despite him working there for years now. If he was late, Donna always bit his head off and treated him like shit, making him do extra hours for free.
And now here you were, only knowing him about for a month, and talking about his personal problems, trying to help him. You were the kindest person he met so far.
"Yeah, I know."
"Do you like working here? Is there something that make you stressed out? Is the work too much? Can I help with anything to make it easier for you?" - you asked these questions rapidly, brows furrowing in anticipation for his answers.
Steven was getting a bit overwhelmed. How can you be so different from Donna? You were in the same position as her, yet you two were like fire and ice, complete opposites. Donna never asked him these kind of things, she only demanded him to do his job and she didn't care what it took.
"I like it here, I love history, so working in the museum is really great!" - Steven said.
"Okay, so do you have anything you'd like to change? Don't be afraid to answer, I'm here to help and I'm your boss, you can talk to me and I will see if I can do anything about it, because I have the power to do it."
Steven licked his lips and looked like he was eager to tell you something, then he looked away and shrank in his seat a little.
You smiled.
"It's okay, Steven, I'm not gonna be mad or anything, I promise."
Steven cleared his throat.
"Well, there's this thing... but Donna said that it will never happen."
You chuckled after you let out a big sigh.
"Steven? I don't know if you noticed, but I'm not Donna." - you gestured to yourself and saw as Steven's gaze wandered up and down your form again.
"Oh, I noticed."
One of your eyebrows shot up amused. Steven met your gaze again with a boyish smile. Damn, he's cute.
"Okay, so what is it?" - you asked, feeling your cheeks grow hot.
He got excited again and he leaned forward to put the teacup on your desk, just next to your ass. When he pulled back his hand, his knuckles brushed your hip and he stood up, looking at you with sparkling eyes.
"I know there's a very thin chance. And I love the gift shop I promise!" - he quickly added. - "But... would it be possible... is there a chance... even in the veeeery distant future... that I can become a tour guide?"
Your eyes widened in surprise.
"You? Want to be a tour guide?"
Steven took your question as a doubt in his ability.
His expression dropped and he gulped, looking down and shaking his head.
"Yeah, you know what? Forget it, let's act like I never sai..."
"Wait, Steven, no. Wait." - you pinched the bridge of your nose. You didn't know why he was always putting himself down so quickly. Whoever made him react like this to questions that were only asked to confirm something, needs a serious ass kicking. Oh wait, it was Donna. That bitch. - "Okay. I'm listening. You wanna be a tour guide?"
"...yeah."
"Which section?"
"Egypt."
You nodded, thinking. You and the director were talking about wanting to start more tours in the Egyptian and Greek section. The other tour guides' schedules were already full, but a lot of visitors are coming all around the year so there's a public demand for more tours. But the director and you were already going through CV's and there are quite a few capable people for the job. One man in particular has a rather impressive work experience behind him.
"Okay, so... we are looking for tour guides for the Egyptian and Greek section." - when Steven's eyes lit up, you hold up a finger. - "A lot of people are applying for the jobs. A lot. So I'm not saying anything, but... how about after the museum's closed you give me a tour? And if you're good, I see if I can talk to the director about hiring you."
Steven literally beamed and nodded in excitement.
You gave him a warning look.
"I will try, it's not set in stone..."
"I know, I know! I'm just... wow, I'm so happy! I never thought I will get a chance! Thank you so much!" - Steven's whole body buzzed with adrenalin and he suddenly hugged you.
Your eyes widened, but you smiled and patted his back awkwardly... then you let your hands caress his shoulderblades and your touch wandered down to his lower back. You bit your lip when you felt his muscles and you felt yourself become quite flustered when he pulled away and looked at you with a sheepish expression.
"Sorry, that was a bit unprofessional..."
You chuckled.
"You're good, don't worry." - you said and added in your head that he can wrap his big strong arms around you whenever he liked. Whew, get a grip, girl. - "I will see you after closing."
Steven nodded.
"Yeah, see you then!" - he waved at you with a big grin as he walked out the door and you shook your head with a chuckle.
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The door to your office was open and Steven appeared there after he closed the gift shop, quietly knocking on your door to get your attention when you were concentrating on something on your computer.
"Oh!" - you looked up at him with a smile and gestured to the couch by the wall not far from your desk. - "Sit down, I'm just gonna reply to this e-mail real quick."
"Alright." - he got comfortable and put his messenger bag on the coffee table. - "This office looks so much nicer since Donna moved out. It looks cozy." - Steven said smiling as he looked around.
You beamed at him and thanked him. You tried to make it look more homey, since you were spending almost as much time here as in your apartment. There were some pictures of nature on the walls and there were quite a lot of plants and flowers. They made you feel calm. There were a few shelves packed with history books and small trinkets.
"It's funny how Donna is gone for a whole month now and people are still talking about her." - you said amused as you were typing.
Steven chuckled.
"Yeah, she was... something else."
"So I've heard." - you chuckled. - "I hope I leave a different impression on people."
"You are!" - Steven was quick to reassure you. - "You're so kind, smart and funny. I can't believe I'm actually looking forward to come to work everyday!" - he joked, making you laugh. His ears perked up and a giddy expression took over his features.
"Thought you said you love the gift shop." - you teased.
"Yeah, but Donna made working here a living hell."
You gave him a flirty smile.
"Well, maybe you don't love the gift shop. Maybe you just love your new boss." - you said playfully.
"I do." - Steven said dreamily, then he shook his head a little and started stuttering. - "I mean... I love you, yeah... I mean as my boss! But I love the gifts shop too! It's just more fun with you? And by fun I don't mean anything creepy...!"
You laughed and stood up, closing your laptop.
"I know what you mean don't worry."
God have mercy, how can Steven be so handsome and so cute at the same time? Your gaze wandered all over his body as you approached him, wondering what he looked like under his baggy clothes. You knew he was strong, you wondered what those muscles can do, feeling them earlier when he hugged you still made you dizzy.
You sat down next to him as he was watching you like one would observe a goddess. You pulled off your high heels, and Steven licked his lips watching your black tights covered feet touch the ground toes first. He let out a small whimper when you put your hands on each of his knees and gently pushed them apart. He fell back against the backrest, his breath hitched in his throat and watched as you lean forward towards his lap and...
...reach between his feet to pull a pair of slippers out from under the couch.
You smiled at him, noticing how he was breathing deeper and how his cheeks were now a deep shade of red.
You pushed you feet into the black flat slippers and stood up.
"Sorry, I know the heels are pretty, but they are killing my feet. Also this way you will have a harder time sweeping me off my feet with your massive... knowledge." - you winked at him then walked out the door.
Steven let out a big sigh, he didn't even realize he was holding, and looked down as he felt the majority of the tension leave his body with it. His eyes widened when he noticed the visible bulge in his pants, and he panicked.
Did you notice that?
Oh god, you must have, you were right there just a few moments ago.
Oh no, he surely blew his chances as being a tour guide now, you must think he's a pathetic perverted arsehole, you left because you felt disgus-
You looked back in the room with an amused smile?
"You coming, Mr. Grant?" - you asked in a deeper voice, and he was sure it revibrated in his whole body, the echo of it concentrating in his pants.
Oh will be coming later tonight, when he is fisting his cock recreating this scene in his head a little differently. Wouldn't be the first time he jerked off to the thought of you.
He shook his head again, alarmed, and quickly got on his feet and grabbed his messenger bag rather agressively from the coffee table to hold it in front of him as he walked towards you.
You were standing right in the door, so as he slipped past you, mumbling a small apology, his chest brushed against yours, and was it him or were the top few buttons of your shirt unbuttoned before too?
"No problem, Steven. Now show me what you are capable of."
Fuck, he would pay good money so he can have a quick wank in the bathroom. Or better, if he could just bend you over your cute little desk and...
His thoughts were interrupted when another door opened down the corridor and the director stepped out, ready to go home.
"Ah, you two are still here?"
"Yes, Steven and I will take a tour through the Egypt section."
The man's eyebrow lifted.
"Really?" - he looked Steven over. - "Well, good luck."
"Thank you, sir." - Steven gulped.
"Tell me how it went." - the director winked at you and you smiled, nodding.
"I will. Good night."
Both of them said their good byes too, and Steven and you walked down to the Egypt section. When you arrived there, you smiled at Steven.
"I'm ready for you to blow my mind."
First, Steven blushed and started stuttering again, but then he became more and more relaxed as he led you through the artifacts. It was like the fact that he can talk about these objects calmed him down and he became more and more confident as he was leading you around. You watched him with great interest, impressed by his knowledge.
After about thirty minutes, you stopped him. His face fell, you didn't even let him finish, he must've fucked it up. When will he stop being such a failu-?
"That was quite impressive, Steven." - you smiled.
No response.
Your grin widened and you waved a hand in front of his face.
That seemed to get his attention and he blinked rapidly.
"I'm sorry, what?"
"I said that was very impressive. You know a lot about the Egyptian history and mythology. I loved that you were talking about smaller, not well known facts about some of the artifacts, they were very interesting!"
Steven smiled at you, but he had disbelief written across his face.
"Wait, really? You liked it?"
You giggled.
"Yes, Steven. You could be a really great tour guide. Not just for the adults but for the small students too. You could easily keep them entertained, because you are also funny and it is clear that you are passionate about this. Kids love that. And the adults too. It makes what you are saying more interesting." - you praised him.
Steven was sure he died and this was another dimension. You just... told him he was good at something. Just like that. He was sure he never heard a single praise directed at him in his whole life.
"Th... thank you!" - he said after a few seconds, grinning like a little kid who just got a present.
You licked your lips as your face fell a little.
"There's just this thing..."
"What is it?" - Steven asked, eager to correct his mistake, whatever it was.
"That you keep being late. It's bad as it is with you being in the gift shop, but you can't make a whole group of people wait."
Steven sobered up and nodded.
"Yeah. But I promise I won't be late ever again! I will even set the alarm an hour earlier so I can be on time!"
You seemed to be thinking about it.
He put his palms together and stepped closer to you.
"Please. I will do anything."
Your heart skipped a beat and you looked into his eyes. No... he surely didn't mean that. He was far too pure. He was looking at you so innocently.
"I don't know, Steven." - you said as you turned around and started walking to get back to your office, change back to your heels, grab your bag and go home. - "I have to think about it."
Steven was hot on your heels.
"I know, I was late a lot of times! I know I always promised to be on time and I failed! But this... this is what I was dreaming about for so long! I will be your best tour guide, I swear!"
You laughed a little and Steven smiled.
"Everybody will want to be on my tour. I will make the others look like morons, you know it!"
You laughed louder as you shook your head and walked into your office. You leaned over your table and Steven stopped dead in his tracks when the slit at the back of your skirt revealed the lacy part of your stockings by your thighs in this position. He wondered what you looked like without a skirt in those black thighs as they are strapped to the garter that must be the same lacy little thing, hugging your waist.
When you turned around he gulped and watched as you walked to the couch to slip in your high heels and he followed you to help you balance while you put them on. You felt your cheeks grew hot as he offered his hand and you gently took it, slipping in your heels.
"Tell me. What should I do to get the job?"
You looked at him and licked your lips.
"I told you it wasn't set in stone that you will get it..."
"I know. But you told me yourself I was impressi..."
"Sit down." - you cut him off.
Steven frowned a little bit, but sat down, setting his messenger bag next to him.
You straddled his waist as you climbed on top of him and you started caressing your palms up and down his chest and stomach, while he was looking up at you, eyes widening.
"So you really would do anything for the job?"
"I...I would..." - Steven answered, his hands resting next to him, unable to move. Was this really happening?
"Hmmm, then how about you show me how talented you are in other departments?" - you asked as you leaned closer and licked his ear.
Steven shuddered under you and he felt his blood flaming up with something else next to lust.
Insecurity.
"I'm a virgin." - he blurted out and he immediately regretted it when you pulled away and looked at him shocked.
You stared at him for a few seconds then you were off his lap in a heartbeat.
"Oh my god! Oh my god I'm so sorry! I thought... Nevermind, it doesn't matter what I thought! Fuck, that was so fucking awful of me!" - you said as you grabbed your bag again.
"Wait, no, it wasn't...!" - Steven was quick to reach for you but you were by the door in a flash.
"I'm so sorry Steven, I shouldn't have! God, I'm gonna be fired for this for sure." - you muttered the last part under your breath as you stormed out the door.
Steven had a hard time getting up and balance himself, suddenly unable to remember how to walk, let alone run after you and he fell on the floor with an ooff. He quickly got on his knees and grabbed his bag as he managed to stand up finally and he was quick to chase after you, but it seemed like you were quite fast in your heels.
Disappointment pooled in his chest and he let out a defeated sigh as he shuffled his way to the bus stop.
He wanted it to happen. Hell, he was imagining it since the first time he saw you. You were the prettiest woman he ever saw, just his type and when he learned how smart and especially kind you were, he was smitten. He found himself fisting his cock during the evenings when he was in bed, and sometimes even in the mornings, unable to get ready for work in time because of the raging boner he had because of the dreams he had about you. Yeah, he was having sleeping problems too, but a lot of times you were the reason he was late. Not that he would be ever mad at you for that. You were unable to leave his mind and he didn't even care. If he had the chance he would lock you in his apartment and never let you leave so you will be waiting there for him after he gets home from work so you can give him a welcome kiss and open those sexy legs so he can fuck that pretty little pussy of yours.
Maybe he would tie you to his bed, with your legs wide open so he doesn't have to lose precious time with trying to get between them.
Oh how many times did he imagine your delicate ankle locked in his ankle restraint as he was fucking into you wildly, the sheets a mess around you, his hands are firmly gripping your thighs as you were spread wide for him, as he holds you in place so you won't slip away from his cock even the slightest because of the rough pounding.
He closed his eyes, leaning against the bus stop sign, trying to cool his forehead with it.
You'd arch your back to try to get him to slip even further, offering, gifting, submitting your body completely to him, taking every inch of him like the kind and pretty thing you are, wanting to please him. Wanting to make his deepest desires to become a reality and he would praise you for it. Tell you how much of a good girl you are for him, how a goddess like you is everything he ever dreamt of, how he's gonna make you cum so hard you're gonna beg him to never leave your pussy. How he's gonna fill you up with his cum until it's gonna drip out of you because your womb is full and it can't take more. He would chase every drop with his tongue and gather it in his mouth to not waste any of it. He would lean above you and kiss you, making you swallow all of it because that's where it belongs. In you. Every. Fucking. Drop.
And fuck, when he is thinking about those pretty lips of yours which you liked to paint a cute shade of pink. A deeper shade, but it's not red and you look so innocent, while those fucking high heels make you look like a needy slut. Ready for someone to grab you, push everything off your table and fuck you on it. Smearing that pretty pink lipstick with messy kisses, fighting tongues and possessive bites.
Once he was at the drugstore to buy a bodywash and a deodorant, and his eyes fell on the exact same shade. He had no shame buying the lipstick and the first thing he did at home was to smear it all over his right hand and start jerking off, imagining it was your lips that painted his hard cock and heavy balls that shade. He even applied some on his lips and started licking them as he fucked into his fist harder, imagining he was tasting it on your soft lips. He never came so hard in his life.
Just one kiss. Is that too much to ask for?
No, because not even ten minutes ago you were in his lap ready to take everything he was willing to offer, licking his ear like a siren, ready to end his misery.
But he had to be a fucking failure again, didn't he? Why did he have to say he was a virgin? He watched enough porn movies, he imagined fucking you enough times to give you the best sex of your life.
Except... What if he couldn't give you that? It was all in his head. In his head you were his little princess who was happy when he bought you gifts, his little sex doll who was screaming in pleasure, as he was fucking you so hard he was slipping into your womb, letting everyone hear and know, especially the men who dared to look at you, who you belonged to, who is the only one allowed to touch you, to be inside you, to tear orgasm after orgasm out of your body and to fill up your perfect little pussy, marking you and ruining you for everyone else.
The bus arrived and Steven got on it, with his head hanging low and shoulders sank, dropping down to one of the seats.
He entered the apartment and as every other time, you weren't there to greet him with a kiss and undress him, massage away the tension in his shoulders and to cuddle him to make him sleep better.
He cried in the shower, feeling more alone and more miserable than ever before.
How would he handle seeing you after what happened? You must think he's a loser, a virgin who is gonna turn 40 in a few years. He was a man but he didn't feel like one. Not when he couldn't have you to make him feel like one.
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You arrived early at work, almost an hour before everyone else, except the guard and the janitors. You locked yourself in your office and tried not to cry. It was fucking embarassing, and you almost didn't come to work. You were so sure Steven wanted you. And then... and then... you climbed on him, and quite literally offered yourself for him, only for him to reveal he was a virgin.
You sexually molested a man.
A virgin man.
He was a virgin, because he wanted to be a virgin, right? There's just no way someone as handsome, as attractive as him didn't have women throwing themselves at him.
You know, like how you did.
You buried your face in your hands and screamed in frustration.
He's gonna tell the director, you're gonna be fired and you will go down in the museum's history as an even nastier bitch than Donna.
Which was hard, but look at you! You did it!
You didn't know how long you were there trying to beg the floor to open up and swallow you, but there was a knock on the door.
You jumped and almost screamed, but you quickly regained your composure (which was still a fucking mess) and opened the door.
The director, Robert was there with a man who looked familiar.
"Good morning, are you ready?"
You frowned.
"Ready? For what?"
Robert looked at you confused, but he was still smiling.
"For the job interview? Today's Thursday! This is Michael Williams, whose CV you really liked." - he said in a suggestive tone and the man next to him chuckled as his eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, really? Well, I'm glad I left quite an impression already. There's more to come I promise." - he winked as he looked you over.
Oh.
Oh!
This was the guy applying for the tour guide job.
"Oh, yeah, yeah! Sorry, I couldn't sleep, and I forgot it was today. Silly me!" - you chuckled as you walked out and closed the door behind you.
They both gave you sympathetic looks and you walked down to the museum.
You saw Steven walking into the gift shop, looking around, and you immediately tensed up, then you wished you were dead when he spotted you and his eyes went wide.
You turned away and faced both men, trying to cast a spell on Steven in your head to just go into the-
"Morning!" - he greeted everyone from behind you and you turned around faking a smile and nodding while Robert and Michael greeted him back.
"Can we talk for a second?" - Steven asked you and you immediately shook your head, while the director spoke up from next to you.
"Can it wait? We are about to interview this man here. This is Michael Williams, he applied for both the Egyptian and Greek tour guide jobs."
Steven's gaze shot to the man, and you must've imagined it when the always sweet and friendly eyes looked quite sharp now.
"Nice to meet you, mate." - Steven gave the man a tight lipped smile and a curt nod, then he turned back to you gently grabbing your upper arm. - "We need to talk, please."
You gulped when his brown eyes looked so much softer when you were their target. You felt the warmth of his palm enter your arm and you swore goosepbumps appeared around the spot.
"Actually..." - you started, holding Steven's gaze.
If he wanted to tell the director what happened last night, he would be wanting to talk to him right now and not you.
"Michael is only applying for the Greek tour guide job." - you said as you looked at the director.
All three men's eyes widened.
"No, I want to be considered for both?" - he said confused.
"But you won't, since one of them is already taken." - you informed him with a kind smile.
"Oh!" - the director smiled. - "You must've been very good if she hired you without asking me." - he said, but he didn't have anything against it. - "Congratulations!" - he offered his hand to Steven, who was staring at you in shock.
You licked your lips nervously and gestured with your head to the extended arm.
Steven snapped out of whatever trace he was in, and he smiled and shook Robert's hand.
"Thank you!" - he ended the handshake and looked at you. - "I tried to give her everything she wanted, but she stopped me, before I could even begin."
Your eyes widened and your mouth opened slightly, while the other two men laughed.
"Y/N, I hope you didn't just hire him because of his good looks!"
"But if that was the case, am I qualified enough to take the other job?" - Michael smirked at you.
Him and Robert laughed again and you played along, giggling. No one saw the murderous glare Steven shot the man.
"No, Steven was amazing! He is very smart and knows more about Egyptian history and mythology than anyone I ever met. Actually, I can't believe Donna never let him shine." - you told both men, and your words made Steven's jaw relax and he stood up straighter with a smile, subtly moving closer to you.
His chest touched your shoulder and you bit your lip, not pulling away.
When Michael congratulated him too and Steven leaned forward with his right hand to accept his outstreched one, his warmth embraced you fully and you smelled his body wash. You shivered slightly and hugged yourself with your arms.
When he pulled back, you could still feel his chest sligthly touching your shoulder.
"Well, can I come to your office after then?" - Steven asked and you turned your head to look at him.
Why did your heart start beating harder when he looked at you with those warm, kind eyes?
You nodded, and turned back to face Robert and Michael, feeling as Steven rubbed your lower back, without the two men noticing and left.
Fuck.
Saying you weren't able to focus on Michael while he talked was an understatement. You couldn't stop thinking about Steven. You were so confused by his actions and reactions. You were so sure he found you attractive, you caught him staring at you quite a few times since you were here. But he always had such an adorable look on his face, much more innocent than how other men ever looked at you.
But last night when you very clearly made a move on him, he stopped you.
But now he didn't look like he wanted to tell anyone about that little incident, and he wanted to talk to you and even felt comfortable enough to touch you...
You gulped.
What if he wants to continue what happened last night?
No.
No, that shit was inappropriate. You are his boss and it wouldn't end well, doesn't matter what the two of you want. If someone finds out you will be fired and most likely Steven would be too, since he just got a promotion and people will think it was because he was fucking you.
You sighed deeply and tried to focus on the interview. Before you knew it, it was over and Michael was hired as the next tour guide of the Greek section.
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It was about an hour later when there was a knock on your door and you stood up with shaking legs, inviting the person in.
Steven closed the door behind him and looked at you with big eyes, approaching your table, clearly trying to find the right words to start the conversation.
"Look, Steven, what I did last night was highly inappropriate and I am very ashamed of it. I don't know what came over me and I am truly very sorry about what happened." - you said quickly.
Steven shook his head.
"You shouldn't." - he said and slowly started to come around the table where you were standing. He looked desperate, eager and cautious at the same time. Like he wanted to act on his feelings but was afraid of the consequences.
You gulped and with the same pace you started backing up.
"No, Steven. I'm your boss. It is very unethical."
Steven kept walking towards you and soon your back came in contact with the wall, making you gasp as you were watching him intently.
His gaze became hooded, like your proximity intoxicated him and he calmed down like a spell was casted on him. His eyes dropped down to your chest. He could see it rising and falling rapidly. You were either stressed out or... aroused.
He had a lot of time to think about what happened in his bed last night. Maybe he fucked it up by admitting that he was a virgin, but you climbed in his lap nonetheless. You wanted him.
He was desperate. He wanted you since the first time he saw you and he started to fall for you when he got to know you better. And you showed him very clearly that you wanted him too. He was tired of hiding his feelings. He was tired of hiding his needs. The shy, good guy Steven was in the past now. He deserved this. He deserved you.
"Is that the only reason why you want me to stop coming closer?" - he asked as he stopped in front of you and he slowly lifted both of his hands to rest his palms against the wall, trapping you.
You were very much panting now.
Fuck, a simple action like that shouldn't have that effect on you.
You gulped again and ducked under one of his arms and Steven turned to watch you walk to the door, barely able to put one foot in front of the other.
You readjusted your shirt and shook yourself a little. You checked your watch and lifted your chin as you looked at him.
"No, and I do believe you have to get ready for your very first tour which will start in twenty minutes."
Steven lifted an eyebrow.
"Daryl called in sick, you'll take over her shift." - you explained.
"What about the gift shop? I was supposed to be working there today."
"I handle the gift shop until we hire a new assistant."
Steven walked towards the door, but leaned close to you, whispering in your ear.
"You can keep acting like you don't feel the same way I do. But I felt it. Last night. When you climbed in my lap like a needy little kitten. I felt the heat between your legs. It was burning for me." - his hot breath was hitting your ear and neck, and you shocked yourself when you let out the most pathetic whine in human history.
Steven smiled as he pulled back. If you wanna keep playing, he will join the game. But he will be playing by his own rules.
He walked out the door without another word and you leaned against the wall.
Fuck.
Within seconds you were laying on the couch with your right hand buried in your panties and your left covering the dirty moans that tried to escape your lips. You never came so fast in your life.
"Fuck this guy." - you panted.
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You managed to take over from Steven before his tour started and you watched him while he was leading the group near the gift shop, explaining the people something about the artifact he was standing next to. Sometimes his eyes met yours and you quickly looked away. When a few seconds later you had the courage to look at him again, he was talking to the group, but a smile was on his face, and his cheeks were covered with a bit of red, eyes shining.
A while later you raised a curious brow when you noticed a lot of people from Steven's tour entered the shop and almost all of them bought something that was related to Tawaret. You hid the last plushie for yourself.
Steven came in soon after and walked behind the counter where you stood serving a customer.
You immediately tensed up, but still kept the smile on your face while you were ringing the items.
"I saw people with those cute Tawaret plushies, but I can't find them anywhere? Do you happen to have some more on stock?" - the customer asked.
Steven saw one under the counter and reached for it, but you grabbed his wrist without the customer noticing, making his head snap towards you in surprise.
"Sorry, we ran out of them. Your tour guide here made a lot of people fall for her."
The customer's face lit up.
"Yes!" - she looked at Steven. - "It was very great having you as our tour guide! I was here quite a few times but still learned a lot of new things about the gods today!"
Steven smiled at her.
"Thank you. I read a lot about them. I can recommend a few books for you if you are interested."
"That'd be great!"
You narrowed your eyes at the young woman and gestured to the other side of the counter.
"Can you do that elsewhere?" - you asked Steven. - "Other customers are waiting to pay."
"Sure, darling." - Steven's eyes became hooded again, as he leaned close to your face with a small smile. - "I'll make sure to do that the minute you let go of me."
Your eyes widened and you dropped his wrist.
"Yes, sorry!"
Steven smirked and walked around you, brushing the same hand lightly along the curve of your ass, making you grip the counter tightly.
Him and the woman chatted happily about the books, Steven seeming to enjoy the conversation with a customer way more than he usually was. You served a few more customers while you were side eyeing them with a small frown.
Does he like her?
It shouldn't bother you at all, he should be going after girls like her and not his boss.
You were ready to shoot yourself by the time they hit the 20 minute mark, their small chuckles annoying you beyond belief.
Soon, Michael entered the shop and smiled when he spotted you.
"I was looking for you." - he said.
"Well, you found me."
"So now that I am hired, I was thinking we should celebrate."
"What do you mean?" - you asked, tilting your head.
"Dinner at seven?"
You froze for a minute, taken aback, and before you could answer, Steven was by your side, standing close to you again. Why did his warmth calm you down and excite you at the same time?
"Heard you got the job, mate. Congratulations."
Michael nodded at Steven.
"Thanks, man." - he then turned to you. - "So?"
You felt Steven's left hand on your right asscheek.
"I uh... I uh... I'm still gonna work at seven, I have a lot of paperwork to do."
Steven's hand travelled lower, his featherlight touch moving down the back of your thigh until it reached the hem of your skirt.
"What about eight?"
Steven's hand started to move up again, this time under your skirt, his fingerstips caressing your inner thigh, making you visibly shiver. Michael lifted an eyebrow.
"Look, Steven has to cover Dylan's shift and I ha- have to cover his. I am very behind on m- my work."
Michael sighed, but nodded, forcing a smile.
"Maybe another time then." - he said his goobyes to both of you and left.
"Thought it was inappropriate to date your employees." - Steven said as he turned his head to you so his mouth was right next to your ear. His hand was still under your skirt. He reached the hem of your stocking and hooked a finger in the strap that was keeping it in place.
"I said no, didn't I?"
"He will ask you again."
"Why does that bother you?"
He pulled the strap away from your skin then let it go. You jumped and hissed when it snapped against your skin.
"Makes me sick when I think about other men having their hands on you."
"You are having your hands on me."
"You don't seem too eager to stop me."
You bit your lower lip when his fingertips caressed your inner thigh again and he moved them up painfully slowly.
"You seem very eager to touch me on the other hand."
"I'm just curious about your body. Can you blame me? I dreamed about fucking it more times than I can count."
You gripped the counter again and your whole body shuddered again, this time a small moan left your lips with it.
Steven smiled and tilted his head to watch your face, but you were looking forward, trying to control your breathing. When his fingers reached your pussy through your panties, you closed your eyes, trying to keep quiet.
Steven looked around and when he saw that just a few customers were mingling around, he stepped even closer, pushing his front fully against your side. For others it just looked like you were standing close to have a private conversation. And well... you did have a private conversation.
"I can feel that the thought excites you." he whispered in your ear, as he started slowly caressing you. - "I was so hard for you yesterday. I wanted nothing more than for you to climb on my cock and ride it as hard as you can. I wanted you to fuck yourself on it. You're the reason I can't sleep. I am too busy fucking my fist at the thought of you being spread wide open on my bed, screaming in pleasure because of what I am doing to you."
"Stop it." - you said through gritted teeth, but you were not too eager to get away from him.
Steven pushed aside your panties, and his eyes widened when he felt a woman's wetness on his fingers for the first time ever in his life. You could hear his breath hitch and his hips buckle forward, as he rubbed his erection against your hip.
"F-fuck...!" - he breathed and teared his hand away from you and stormed out of the shop.
You gasped and gulped big, trying to get yourself together as a customer approached the counter again.
Meanwhile Steven practically burst through the bathroom door and locked himself in a stool, so with frantic movements he can free his cock from his pants and start jerking off wildly. He lifted his other hand to his face and licked the tips of his fore- and middelfinger, only to groan loudly when your taste on his tongue hit his senses. His eyes rolled back and he thrusted his hips forward desperately into his fist, while he pushed his fingers into his mouth, sucking on his digits like a starved man, chasing relief.
It didn't take him thirty seconds to came all over the stall's wall, his white cum dripping down on the black paint, the contrast making him snap back into reality after his high. He used the toiletpaper to clean himself up and he quietly mumbled to himself as he was wiping away his cum.
"That's not right... What a waste... Next time it will all go inside you, love... That's where it should be..."
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You could spot Steven not far from the gift shop after his little toilet break. He was talking to a group of people, most likely the first arrivals of his next group and you tried to give him a warning look, to maybe scare him from making moves on you like that again, and you thought it worked, with him looking back at you with those adorable puppy eyes, but you could see his gaze wandering up and down on your body.
He wasn't fazed by you at all. He was looking like a kid who wanted to get to his favourite toy, but he got interrupted and is now forced to play nicely with the other kids.
Oh, but you knew better.
Maybe he could trick others with his sunshine persona, smiling and chatting away in a friendly manner.
Nuh-uh.
That man was hungry.
He is playing nice for now.
But you were almost afraid to find out what will happen when the day is over and you are inside the four walls of your office, safe from the eyes that could detect his desperation. But if that was the case why did you feel your pussy clench when you thought back to what his fingers felt like on your skin? Under your skirt? Inside your panties?
You let out a shaky breath and walked back behind the counter and continued your shift and before you knew it, it was time to close.
You never made the trip from the shop to your office so fast. You were in your high heels, you felt proud.
You closed the door behind you and sighed in relief. Maybe if you hide long enough, Steven would get the hint and-
knock knock
Your eyes snapped up and you took a slow step back from the door.
You watched the doorknob turn and as the door opened it revealed Steven.
He stepped inside and closed then locked it, looking at you with an adoring and eager expression.
"Steven, no, we can't..."
He grabbed your wrist and pulled you to him. You gasped when your chest bumped into his. He was holding your wrist still and his other hand was on your waist, keeping you close to him. His eyes became hooded as he was looking down at your lips.
"Kiss me." - he demanded in a whisper as he leaned even closer.
"Stev-"
His mouth was on yours and before your mind registered what was happening, he was licking your lips. But not just to gain entrance into your mouth. No. He was tasting your lipstick. The one he always wodered if it tasted on you the same it tasted on him. And to his absolute delight it didn't. Fuck. He sucked your lower lip into his mouth and bit down on it, then soothed it with his warm tongue. You shuddered in his arms and with a whine you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in for more, licking into his mouth to memorize his taste.
Steven was in heaven.
No, really, he died and he landed in an angel's arms.
He felt as the excitement and lust mixed in his body, and he sneaked his arms around your waist completely, not letting a fucking inch of air get between your bodies. He wanted to be as close to you as possible.
He pulled you even closer. But it wasn't close enough.
Steven turned with you and he pushed you against the door, his body was completely flush against yours. One of his thighs got between your legs somehow and he moaned weakly when you started slowly rubbing yourself on him, as you sucked on his lips during your heated kiss, smearing your pink lipstick all over his mouth and jaw.
"So you're a virgin?" - you asked as you pulled away to quickly get some air in your lungs, then dived back for more.
"Yeah. Why? Am I doing it wrong already?" - Steven asked but his brows furrowed in pleasure when you started kissing his neck, sucking on the skin where his pulse beated wildly. - "Shit..."
"No, you kiss really good."
Steven smiled and pulled away to cup your face and kiss you again. This time it was slower, but just as deep, tongues exploring and lips sucking the other one's mouth.
Fuck, it felt like he was making love to your mouth. You wondered what other natural skills did he have.
Before you could think about it more, there was another knock on your door, making both of you jump.
You looked wide eyed at Steven, but he had a lovestruck little smile on his face as he saw how he ruined your make-up.
Finally. He made out with the girl of his dreams so passionately that she looked like a mess.
And he never felt greater love than this.
It was addictive.
He wanted more. He wanted to make you feel just as wrecked like how he felt. He wanted you to need him so bad you can't even think.
From the other side, Michael called your name.
"You're in there?"
Steven's eyes darkened and his eyes snapped to the door behind your head and a low growl vibrated through his chest. His hands slipped from your waist to pull up your skirt and he almost couldn't keep in the groan that the sight of your lacy thighs provided with the tiny little straps that held them in place. You were wrapped up like a sexy little present for him.
"Yeah, I'm gonna be right in there, mate." - he whispered hoarsely as he was eyeing your panties with a possessive look.
Fuck, this man is going to be the death of you. You never felt so wanted in your life. He looked obsessed and you never felt more turned on by a man before.
"Steven..." - you breathed needily, holding onto his shirt.
"Go, ahead, love." - he encouraged you quietly as he caressed your thighs. His large palm was burning your skin where it touched you and his thumbs brushed over the delicate little straps. - "Answer him. If I knew that you are going to be in your office, he knows it too. Bloody idiot is watching you like a hawk. Makes me wanna tear his eyes out of their sockets." - he continued as his thumbs slid dangerously close to your panties.
You shuddered again and your eyes rolled back. You weren't sure how long you could take his teasing and the way he talked.
Michael called your name again.
Steven looked at you and lifted an eyebrow.
"No?" - he asked as he slowly got on his knees and he looked at you like you were a goddess. He kissed your inner thigh then the other one too as he held your gaze.
You quickly pushed a hand to your mouth to keep in the whine that threatened to escape when he licked your skin and pulled aside your panties.
You swore his pupils dilated so much at the sight of your wet pussy that his irises became pitch black too. His breath hitched in his throat then he exhaled long, the warm air making your pussy flutter and you shivered once again, putting your other hand on his forehead to keep him from touching you while you pushed your thighs together.
He didn't fucking care.
He grabbed your wrist tightly and pulled it to the side. He was so much stronger than you that even if you attempted to fight that movement, he didn't even feel it.
But then again, even if he felt it, he didn't fucking care.
He leaned forward, pushing his nose into the little space between your thighs just under your pussy and inhaled deeply.
Your scent brutally attacked his senses and his eyes rolled back in his head before he closed them.
Bloody hell. He held your wrist firmer when he felt your arm move again, probably to try and push him away again. Did you really think he was going to stop now? Even if he wanted to, even if that tiny part of his mind kept saying that this was forbidden and probably a bad fucking idea, he couldn't. He didn't have the willpower. Not after he smelled you, not after knowing that what he felt was because of him. You were wet because he touched you, because he kissed you. You were wet becaue you want him to fuck you, to taste you. How could he stop now?
"You want this." - he grunted lowly, as he eyed your pussy, grabbing your panties and wanting to pull them down. Your hands grabbed both of his, trying to stop him, but he tugged them down impatiently, ripping the clasps that held your stockings in place. When your panties were at your ankles, he lifted your feet after each other to help you step out of them, and he pushed the lacy little thing into his back pocket.
"I know you're busy, I will come back later, okay?" - Michael said, and you sighed relieved when you heard him leave after a few seconds.
Steven grabbed your thighs, trying to pull them apart, clenching his jaw and almost snarling.
"Open them. Fucking open them. Let me in!" - when he looked up at you with his dark, demanding eyes, your pussy throbbed so hard you moaned out loud this time. All of your willpower left you and you let Steven pull your thighs apart, putting one of them over his shoulder.
His eyes widened slightly and he slowly caressed your lips, mesmerized by the glistening sight.
"Bloody hell..." - he breathed and licked your juices off his fingers. He moaned loudly as he started sucking them.
"Steven..." - you breathed, unable to form a coherent sentence.
"So sweet... So delicious..." - he mumbled while his fingers were still in his mouth, then he suddenly grabbed your hips and pushed his head between your thighs.
You were glad Michael left, because when you felt Steven's tongue wiggle its way between your folds and found your clit, you let out a high pitched whimper.
"Fuck, wait, Steven, ahh! Wait!" - you tried to push on his forehead to tame the beast, but he latched his lips onto your clit and started sucking like a leech.
Your head rolled back and it banged loudly on the door behind you.
"Fuck, wait, just..." - you grabbed the hair on the back of his head and yanked on it forcefully.
He whined as he looked up at you, jaw slack and shining from your slick.
"Slower." - you breathed. - "Make my clit wetter and lick it slowly, suck on it gently."
Steven nodded eagerly, chest filling up with warmth. You didn't stop him because you wanted him to stop completely, you stopped him because you wanted to guide him. Fuck, he hoped he could make you cum so hard you won't be able to stand after.
He leaned forward again and licked you from your hole up to your clit. He moaned when he felt a huge amount of slick in your hole and he went back to gather more with the tip of his tongue and guide them to your clit. He felt his tongue slip over it smoother than before and he heard you let out a soft sigh, slightly rolling your hips forward.
Hmm, this was nice.
He closed his eyes and rubbed the small bundle of nerves up and down slower than before and you let out the most delicious sounds he ever heard a woman make.
He switched to lick it sideways and felt you twitch a little then chuckle eroticly. He pulled away to look up at you.
"You like it?"
You bit down on your lower lip and caressed his face. He looked up at you like a happy little puppy who wanted to play more, just waited for your approval.
"Yes, Steven, you're doing so good."
Steven's cock twitched in his pants. He didn't think it was possible to be this hard after he jerked off earlier, but he was just about ready to cream his pants.
His eyes sparkled as a boyish grin appeared on his face and he continued licking you.
His huge palms caressed and kneaded your thighs and all of your fingers got lost in his hair as you gently guided him.
And fuck, was he good.
Your breathing became faster and deeper, your moans came out louder, your hips started rolling forward, wanting more of his tongue and mouth. Steven started groaning too when he felt you pull his head deeper between your legs and he wrapped his lips around your clit to suck on it.
"Fuck! Oh, fuck, just like that! Oh my god, Steven!" - your hips started moving wilder, and he had to grab them and pushed them back against the door as he continued to please you. - "I need your fingers, baby, fuck me with your fingers!" - you begged.
Steven growled when he heard how desperate you were for him. He loved that he had that power over you. When he pushed his forefinger inside you, he moaned loudly feeling how warm and wet you were, your velvety walls hugged his digit needily. They wanted more. So Steven pushed inside his middle finger too and started moving them in and out of you. As your hips moved faster he matched the pace with his hand and tongue. He couldn't believe the amount of slick that was oozing out of you, his wrist and jaw were completely covered in them. Not that he minded. It was sexy as hell and he wanted more. He hoped you're going to make the same mess if not a bigger one on his cock too. He hummed needily again when he thought about how your wet walls will feel around his fat, veiny cock. He hoped he won't explode inside you the second he slips in.
When he felt your walls tighten around his fingers more and more, you started moaning in a high pitched voice.
"I'm gonna... Steven, I'm gonna...!" - suddenly you cried out and started riding his face as your pussy pulsed around his digits wildly. Your nails sunk into his scalp, but he didn't care. He was only focused on your pleasure and to lick up all of the juices that were flowing out of your pussy, wanting to devour as much as he possibly can.
When you became too sensitive, you pushed on his forehead again, breathing out a weak 'stop'. When Steven pulled away to look up at you he felt your legs tremble and he wrapped his arms around you just in time before you collapsed.
He stood up and pushed you against the door hard, kissing you passionately, mumbling how good you tasted and how much he loved your sweet little pussy.
"Hmmm, good girl." - he said between kisses. You were barely able to keep up with the way his mouth moved against yours, you were so exhausted by your orgasm. Your legs were shaking and you had to hold onto his shoulders for stability. - "Came so hard for me. You're so beautiful when you come. So delicious, so sweet. You're such a good little girl for letting me play with you. But we're not done. Not until I had my fun too." - he lifted you up, holding you close to his chest as he carried you to the couch.
He laid you down and pushed your thighs apart, caressing your legs soothingly, as he eyed your body. He reached up and started unbuttoning your shirt, and he moaned when you started working on his pants.
"Needy little thing. You want it, yeah? You must feel so empty without me. Don't worry, I got you."
His hands started shaking a little as he unclasped your bra and pulled it off of you. You were even more beautiful than how he imagined. Finally you were laying before him, naked, wet and needy, just how he envisioned it in his fantasies a million times before. Your make up was ruined and he knew the lower half of his face was covered with not just your juices but your lovely pink lipstick too. He left your stockings and your high heels on you on purpose. You looked so fucking sexy, like those actresses he watched in the filthiest porn movies he could find. But this time, this little slut was his. No one else's. He's gonna claim you and you will belong to him and you won't need anyone else. Just him. Just his cock.
You pushed down his pants to his thighs and freed his throbbing lenght from his boxer briefs. But before you could wrap your hand around him, he grabbed your wrist and pulled it away.
He fisted his cock with his other hand and slowly laid over you, positioning his tip at your hole, making both of you moan when he moved it a little up and down between your slit, to make it wet. He pushed his forehead against yours and kissed you again.
"I'm gonna fuck you, love. You deserve to be handled gently, but I can't do that. Not now. Not after I imagined doing this a million times before. Not after waiting so long. Not after I saw how hard you can come because of me. I need you. I need this little pussy more than I need life." - he started pushing his cock inside, the fat tip making you gasp loudly. - "Shh, darling. You can take it. You can take all of it, just like in my dreams." - he kept pushing inside and he growled long as your walls squeezed and squeezed him. - "That's it, that's my good girl, such a good little slut for me. Ready for my cock, always."
You whined as he streched you, and you reached down with your free hand to push on his abdomen, but he reached down and grabbed it too, moving both of your wrists above your head. He kept looking down at your pussy and when it felt like he can't go further, he pulled out a little and thrusted forward forcefully, making you cry out.
He threw his head back and moaned loudly, taking a few seconds to calm himself down enough, to keep himself from blowing up in your tight little hole.
He was so big you barely managed to choke in some air, feeling like you were impaled on his cock. The pain was burning, but when he suddenly pulled out and slipped back in, you felt a wave of wetness ooze out of you, drenching his cock.
When Steven felt he was moving easier inside you, he opened his eyes and looked down at your pussy again, panting and moaning as his hips started rolling into you sensually, with more power after each thrust.
"Yeah, that's it." - he whispered, then growled, moving faster. - "That's it, love, take it, fucking take all of it, oh god!" - he leaned down and kissed you, licking into your mouth hungrily as he fucked those needy noises out of you.
You moaned loudly, trying to roll your hips too, chasing the pleasure. He was reaching dephts of you you didn't even know was possible and his girth made your walls flutter in excitement with every inward stroke.
He let go of your wrists, moving one of his hands to keep himself up, while his other slipped to your boobs to play with them each, kneading the flesh and rolling your nipples between his fingers. When you tugged on his shirt, he quickly removed it and groaned in delight when you kissed his chest and neck, biting his skin teasingly.
"You feel so good, Steven. You wanted to fuck me before? I can feel it." - your hands slipped down to his ass and you grabbed his cheeks roughly. - "I can feel how turned on you are. You're so fucking gone for this pussy." - you whispered, biting down on his earlobe.
To your delight, your words made him fuck into you even more wildly, the muscles of his abs showing as he moved on top of you, his biceps hardening and veins popping out more on his arms and neck. He looked so handsome and wild and you kicked yourself for not giving into him sooner.
"That's right, I couldn't stop thinking about it since I saw you. You bewitched me, my dove." - he panted above you and his hand slipped from your chest to your neck. His long fingers wrapped around your throat, but he only applied the smallest pressure. He will have enough time discovering your kinks (and his too) in the future, his only goal now was to make you cum on his cock. - "Do you know how many times I imagined fucking you? Hmm? How many times I imagined you being tied to my bed, spread out so I can fuck you as I please?"
Your head lolled back to lean over the armrest of the couch and Steven moaned when you arched your back, feeling your pussy squeeze him.
"Fuck, love, you were thinking about it too, didn't you? Getting fucked in this silly little office, while that stupid bloke is pining after you. But he can't have you, right?" - he grabbed your neck harder and yanked on it to make you look at him. His look was fogged by pleasure and he looked almost possessed. - "You're only mine, yeah? Mine to fuck, mine to pump full with cum."
"Yes, I belong to you, I'm yours!" - you choked out, feeling as tears welled up in your eyes. The wetter you became, the more it felt like he was hitting a spot inside you over and over again that made it feel like he was fucking himself straight into your womb.
He was watching your eyes, your face your body in a way that made you feel like you were a goddess and he couldn't get enough seeing you, yet the way he fucked you and squeezed your throat made you shiver in his arms and feel like you were just a cheap whore he found on the street.
The two feelings brewed something primal deep inside you and it kept boiling by the flame his rough thrusts ignited in you. The pleasure you felt was hotter and more intense than ever before and you could only look up at him like a prey caught in a trap, pleading for release. You felt something else, something unfamiliar and before you could question what was happening, he ordered you to cum and your whole body contracted before the knot inside you snapped and you were gushing all over him as an orgasm you never felt before rocked through you body.
Steven barely had time to pull out of you before you started to squirt all over him, crying out for him with your whole body shaking like a leaf. He watched you in awe and quickly pushed his cock back inside you, caging your body with his as he fucked your sensitive pussy, mumbling incoherently into your ear. You felt his cock swell even more and you hold onto him as he emptied himself inside you, moaning and drooling all over your ear and jaw, praising how good you made him feel.
"Fuck, love, this was everything I dreamed of and more." - he panted as he was laying on top of you. He nuzzled his face into your neck and kissed your skin, caressing your body. - "Dirty girl, squirting all over my cock like the little slut you are." - he pushed himself up and cupped your face, wiping the tears from your eyes with a lovestruck smile. - "I love you, my darling. You're so perfect." - he kissed you and smiled when you wrapped your arms and legs around him, pulling him closer.
He looked down between the two of you and chuckled.
"Look at this mess, little dove. How about I clean you up and take you home, hmm?" - he murmured against your lips before licking them teasingly. - "So I can show you all the other fantasies I have about you."
You caressed his hair and nodded with a smile.
"I'm ready for you to blow my mind."
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this time around (lee felix) | one shot.
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—summary: life decides it's finally the right time.
—pairing: lee felix x f. reader
—genre: (18+) exes to lovers | fluff, smut
—word count: 3.9k
—content/warnings: blue haired felix 😮‍💨, cussing/mature language, alcohol consumption, unprotected sex - but not super descriptive!!, lots of kisses and intimate/sweet moments, use of pet names: baby/angel/love, oc’s friend also uses ‘baby’ in a platonic way, quickly edited so pls excuse any mistakes!!
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—INSPIRED BY: LOVE ME AGAIN - V
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It’s funny how life works.
Especially when you’re sitting at this wedding, sipping on another glass of rosé— staring at the one man who, at one point, meant the entire universe to you. 
Then, it’s also funny how life works; when life decides that this is your person, just not the right time.
“Girl, can you go and do something? He keeps looking at you. And don’t tell me he isn’t because I can see that blue head from miles away.” One of your bestfriends since college said. He nudges your arm, making you almost choke on the sip you just took.
“No, Reggie!” You almost whine, turning towards him. “It’s been so long, I don’t even know what I’d say to him.”
“Okay, but baby, he looks like he’s dying to talk to you. Poor Felix. Y/N always playing her goddamn games.”
“Quit it.” You nudge him back and he snorts.
“I’m kidding. But seriously, he looks like he wants to talk to you. Who cares if it’s been so long? I’m sure the conversation will flow perfectly. Give it a chance.” He takes a sip of his own cocktail. “Besides, if I remember correctly, you were head over heels for that man just as he was for you.” You sigh, setting your glass down— quickly reminiscing about the past.
You might have been young, and you may not have experienced everything life had to offer yet; but to say Felix was the love of your life would be an understatement.
He was everything to you.
Love, adoration, fun. 
Sweetness.
He was also sadness, anger, hurt. 
Pain.
Everything that entails love; being so, so in love.
And it’s just unfortunate that it wasn’t the right time because Felix was someone you pictured your life with. Everything about the relationship was right, and equally balanced. He showed you just how much he loved you and how much he adored you. You had more good times than bad with him. He taught you how to communicate better, to express your needs and wants, to enjoy life and live in the present moment.
He taught you so much that he really is part of the reason why you’re the person you are today.
After the three years of dating, Felix was graduating college and you were going into your senior year. Understandably, you felt like you needed to experience your last year by yourself, and you felt like Felix needed to figure out his plans moving forward. As much as you loved the way he factored you into every decision, you felt like it was wrong for him to do so— for him to feel like his life revolved solely around you. And of course, you loved him. This would’ve worked. But, it wouldn’t have felt right.
You needed to find yourself without Felix, and vice versa. 
Breaking up with Felix was probably the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do, but he understood. And because he loved you, he let you go. There was no bad blood, no hint of hate or anger; Felix had only left with more love and hope, praying that you’ll be okay.
Maybe one day, you’ll find your way back to each other.
It’s funny how life works.
“I’m not going to force it. I’ll let it happen if it happens.” You look at Reggie, taking another big sip of your rosé; eyes quickly glancing over to Felix from over the glass. He’s still conversing with a few mutual friends, eyes meeting yours from a distance. His eyes are soft, facial expression slightly unreadable. 
Pressed, crisp black button down with the sleeves rolled halfway up his arms. Silver watch adorning the left wrist, slacks sitting nicely on his frame.
You’re sure of the butterflies you feel. It’s crazy how Felix still has this effect on you. 
You clear your throat and revert your attention back to Reggie with a: “Can we go dance?”
“Now you’re talking.” Reggie laughs, grabbing your hand and leading you to the dance floor for a dance with other friends. The majority of the time you’re on the dance floor, you’ve temporarily pushed your thoughts and feelings away to enjoy being around friends you haven’t been able to hang out with or see in quite some time. You’re enjoying yourself, singing and dancing along to the music blasting in the venue. At one point, you don’t realize that Felix and his friends have joined in, creating one huge crowd in the middle of the dance floor that’s become the life of the party. 
“Hey, I’m gonna go to the bathroom and get some air. I’ll be back in a few.” You say in Reggie’s ear. He nods, throwing up the ‘okay’ sign to acknowledge that he understood you through the loud music.
“You need me to come babysit your ass?” He leans near your ear to quickly ask.
“I’ll be fine!” You laugh, rushing off to the bathroom to relieve yourself from all that rosé. You take a couple of moments to freshen up and pat away at your makeup, hoping to keep it together for the remainder of the night. You fluff your hair a bit before giving yourself one last look before walking out and heading towards the back end of the hotel.
It’s a beautiful night tonight— one where the stars are twinkling brightly above, dotted throughout the night sky and circling around the full moon. There’s a faint breeze that feels awfully good on your skin right now, the waves crashing against the surface just right below the hill where the hotel sits. 
“Hey.” A familiar, deep voice comes from behind you. You fiddle with your fingers a bit, bottom lip tucked underneath your teeth as you turn and come face to face with Felix— eyes completely fixed on the one man whom you’ve always loved; the one man who, at one point, meant the entire universe to you. “I’m sorry, I just came outside to make sure you were okay. But, I guess I should’ve figured it was since Reggie was still—” Felix shakes his head and lets out an embarrassed chuckle. “Nevermind. Sorry.”
“No, it’s okay. Thank you for checking. I—” You lazily point at the sky. “I just needed some air. Was getting really hot in there.”
“Yeah it was.” He laughs a bit. “You sure you’re doing okay? Do you need me to get you water or anything?” Typical Felix, you think. He’s still the same. Everything about him has remained unchanged.
“I’m okay, Felix. Thank you.” You respond softly. “It’s nice to see you.” He digs his hands into his pockets, head tilting to the side.
“It’s nice to see you, too. It’s been so long.” He smiles. He’s the first to step forward and envelope you in a hug, taking in his scent as you hug him back. Oddly enough, everything feels the same. Felix’s hugs have always been the best, and part of you hates having to part once the moment is over. “You look amazing, Y/N.”
“You do, too.” You point at his hair. “Though, I have to say the blue hair was a surprise?” He laughs and nods.
“Uh yeah, was kinda a bet with some of my friends.”
“It looks good though, you pull it off well.” 
“Thank you.” He licks his lips before nodding towards the bench further down the path. “Do you wanna catch up?” He pauses. “I-I mean it’s fine if you wanna get back to the party, totally understand. I just thought we could kill two birds with one stone and–”
“I’d love to.” You cut him off with a sweet smile, letting Felix lead the way to the bench. 
And so here you are, sitting side by side with Felix— enjoying the night while the music continues to play in the background. You start by telling Felix what you’ve been up to all these years, how your parents have been, living life in the city. Felix says he’s been in and out of the city, traveling back and forth between Australia to hang out with family in between work. You share lots of laughs when you update each other about family and their whereabouts, reminiscing about the times when your families would have lots of fun together. The both of you also talk about how it’s been awhile since everyone’s been under the same roof, but it’s a nice occasion to be together. Then, somehow, the conversation shifts to love and dating. You awkwardly tell Felix that you haven’t really been in a serious relationship since graduation. You’ve dated around, but nothing felt right.
Nothing felt equally balanced, or like it was meant to be.
But, it’s okay. You reassure him you’ve been okay focusing on you and doing your own thing. In time, you’ll welcome whatever is meant to be in your life. And Felix tells you he’s glad to hear that— that he’s also dated around but things just didn’t feel right, either.
“Y/N.” He calls for you as he looks out, then shifts his attention back to you. “Are you happy?” He looks at you, really looks at you, and he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. Almost like he’s doing his best to read you, to find the answer deep within your orbs, your body language.
“I guess so, yeah.” You softly smile at him before looking at the view. “Are you?” He shrugs a bit.
“Yeah. Think so.” He licks his lips and lets out a small breath. “As long as you’re happy, then that’s all that matters to me.”
“Thanks, Lix.” There’s a comfortable silence that falls between you two after that conversation. But, something shifts in the air; shifts enough to the point where you feel Felix’s eyes rest back on you from your peripherals. The sudden tension could be felt from miles away, but you’re not sure how to act on it. The simplest thing you could do is—
“I’m sorry, is there something on my face?” You break the silence and ask, a bit confused as to why Felix just keeps looking at you, staring; fixed. He lets out a small laugh before shaking his head.
“No, there isn’t. I just—” He pauses. “You’re so beautiful, Y/N. Always been. I can’t help it.” He says, eyes softening again as he settles on your features. He gently brushes the hair away from your face, thumb trailing down to your cheek to caress the surface. You lean into his touch a little more, having to pull away when you realize the reality of this all.
It’s funny how life works.
“You know.. I think I’m gonna call it a night.” You shyly chuckle and look down at your lap, hands awkwardly rubbing away at the fabric of your dress as you let the excuse linger in the air for a second. “I didn’t realize how exhausted I was after all that dancing and singing.” Felix chuckles. He feels a little embarrassed, but he also dug himself into this one. He shouldn’t have reached out so quickly. He couldn’t help it.
“Do you need me to drive you anywhere?”
“No, I rented out a room for the night solely for this reason.” You stand with Felix following suit.
“Let me walk you to your room then?”
“Oh, you really don’t have to Lix. I’ll be okay.” He smiles hearing the nickname roll off your tongue.
“I want to.” You look at him with a small smile and nod.
“Okay. I just need to grab my things.” He follows behind, keeping a safe distance just to keep you comfortable– not knowing that you’d rather have him close than far away.
Inside, everyone is still keeping up the energy except for a few that have either left, or decided to sit down for the remainder of the night. Reggie is drinking water at your table, and he can’t help but throw a certain look your way when he sees you walking in with Felix following right behind you. You catch on though, and you simply shrug while Felix returns to his friends to let them know he’s heading out.
“Okay so.. what exactly is happening here? Miss ‘It’s been so long, I don’t even know what I’d say to him.’” You roll your eyes and grab your things.
“I’m heading up to my room. Felix is just walking me there.”
“Walking you all the way up to the second floor? Goodness me.” You laugh and shake your head. 
“You should get to yours soon, too.”
“Mhm, I want a progress report tomorrow morning.” He puckers his lips before eyeing you up and down. 
“Stop it.” You glare at him. “I love you, goodnight.” You simply tell him before turning on your heel to bid your other friends goodbye, along with the bride and groom.
“Get it girl, I love you too!” You hear him respond just as you continue your goodbye’s until you’re near the entrance, with Felix waiting right outside the doors in the hallway. 
“Hope you’re ready for a good long trip up to the second floor.” Felix laughs.
“Yeah, sounds pretty exhausting, honestly. It’s been a night.”
“It has, but I had lots of fun.”
“I did too.” He steps inside the elevator after you, leaning back against the railing. He eyes your figure, the way the dress hugs your curves nicely, heels strapped around your ankles. You’ve always been so beautiful; everything about you, inside and out. You can see the way Felix is focused on you through his reflection on the elevator doors in front of you, and it makes your heart do flips.
Because he does that thing he always does— when he tilts his head at a certain angle just to see you, read you, perfectly. Knowing you’ll meet his eyes at some point just for him to pull you in closer.
To plant a kiss on your lips,
Down to your jaw,
Collarbone—
“Y/N, is this not your floor?” Felix asks, breaking you out of your thoughts when you realize he’s holding the elevator doors open.
“Oh, right. Yeah, sorry. Just zoned out for a bit.” He lets out a tiny laugh as he watches you walk down the hallway, turning right at the end to get to the second door. You tap your hotel key against the reader, hand twisting the handle to unlock the door. Before you can open it fully, you turn back to Felix— seeing him quietly standing there with his hands dug into his pockets. “This is me. Thanks for walking me to my room, Lix.”
“Course. I guess I’ll let you be.” He smiles toothlessly at you. Your inner dialogue is conflicted right now, wondering if you should just let him be and let this end right where it is—
While the other half is yearning to keep him around, to have his company, to just be with him even after all these years.
“Have a good night, pretty girl.” He continues, hoping that he really doesn’t have to part with you right now. He’s not gonna force it though, and he’s not gonna say anything else— even though he feels like he has a lot more to say to you tonight. Maybe this is how it was meant to be after all, which Felix will have to learn to put to rest if it truly ends this way.
But, before he can turn on his heel to walk away, you follow up with:
“Actually, do you wanna just stay and hang out a bit more?”
“If it’s not a bother.”
“Never. Sorry, I should’ve asked earlier. I just didn’t want to make it awkward or whatever.”
“Could never be that way with you, Y/N.” You chuckle, stepping in and letting Felix follow you in. You set your clutchbag onto the side table at the corner of the room, undoing your heels and setting them aside. 
“God, that feels amazing.” Felix laughs as he sits on the edge of your bed, watching as you get comfortable. “I can’t wait to get comfortable. You have a room here, right?”
“Mhm.”
“Do you wanna change and just come back here? I feel bad that I’ll be the only one getting comfortable.” He laughs a bit and shakes his head.
“I’m good for now. I promise.” He watches as you undo your necklace. “Need help with your dress?” You look at him through the mirror as you set your necklace down onto the drawer and silently nod. “I got you.” He says, getting behind you to help you unzip your dress. It’s something small, but so intimate and sweet.
And with Felix, it feels perfectly right. Even if years have passed. You never feel out of place with him, and he only feels like home to you.
He slowly unzips your dress, eyes trailing down as his hand falls down to the small of your back. You feel his breath tickle the back of your neck, body only inches away from yours as he keeps his position there.
“Felix.” You softly call his name, and he can tell. He just knows. He looks at you through the mirror, hand slowly wrapping around your waist.
“Is it weird to say that I’ve really missed you?” He says lowly as his eyes trail down your neck this time, fixed on the weak spot that he remembers so, so well.
“No. I’ve missed you, too.”
“I mean it.” His fingers are fiddling with the strap of your dress. “When I saw you tonight, you were all I could think about. Not that anything’s changed, but—“ He lazily slips the strap down, letting it fall to the side as his finger traces a line up your arm; to the curve of your shoulder. “I just couldn’t believe that I was finally seeing you again.”
“Lix.” The way you breathily release his name from your lips tells him everything he needs to know. You’ve missed him too, you’ve really, really missed him, too. And of course he feels the same way you do— absolutely. If it wasn’t for shit falling into place at the wrong time, Felix was sure that he’d still be loving you the way he was before.
No question.
Nothing has changed. The love he’s had for you will always mean more to him than anything in this world.
Felix still feels like love, adoration, fun.
Sweetness.
And if you let him, he would also feel like sadness, anger, hurt.
Pain.
Because Felix is love, and everything that love entails. 
“Missed everything about you.” He says, planting a feathery kiss on your shoulders. “Missed the way you laugh.” Another kiss on your shoulder. “The way you smile.” Another near the base of your neck. “Just you.” He says near your ear, reading your expression. You bite onto your bottom lip and finally turn to face him, his hand coming back up to rest on your cheek. “Always been you, love.” His thumb is caressing the surface, giving you leverage to plant a kiss on the palm of his hand.
“Always been.” You mutter back, allowing Felix to fully take you—all of you— in this moment. 
Sooner or later, your dress is on the floor while you continue to keep your lips pressed against Felix’s in the heat of the moment; afraid to break the kiss and create distance. You don’t ever want Felix away from you again, no. You want him close— with you, for you, by you. 
Just you.
He takes his time with you, letting his hands roam across every inch of your body while he takes you in and settles in between your thighs; pressing his pink, plump lips across your body like he’s soothing you, making up for the years that you’ve lost. 
You’re tangled up in him, but you find that there’s no other place that you’d rather be than here; giving Felix the freedom to love you, love on you, however he chooses to tonight. You trust him to take care of you because he always has, and he always will.
It’s not long before your hands are gripping the sheets, repeatedly calling Felix’s name like a mantra. He praises you as he picks up the pace, pounding relentlessly to show his need for you. His lips graze the surface of your neck, collarbone, chest, whispering sweet nothings into your skin:
Missed everything about you.
So perfect for me, love.
So beautiful, so pretty.
Always been you.
All about you.
He continues, and continues— holding you close to his body while he tries to go slower, deeper; hitting all the right places that you like so much just to hear you, see you, writhe underneath him. 
You.
Let me be yours.
“Fuck, Lix. I’m close—“ Is the only thing that you’re able to say as you feel the coil within you threatening to unravel. And he must feel it too with the way that his hips begin to stutter, teeth digging into his bottom lip as he tries to hold on. He feels your walls completely tighten around him, pulsating as your face contorts in pleasure and a silent moan leaves your lips. 
“Baby, where do you want me— fuck— I’m—“ Felix barely lets out. You reassure him that he’s okay to let go inside of you, and not a second passes before he’s painting your walls. His forehead falls onto yours just as the both of you come back down from your highs, focusing on regulating your breathing after the intense pleasure that washed over you. “Are you okay, angel? You’re not hurt, are you?” He asks, close to a whisper. He kisses you lightly on the tip of your nose, before he seals one off on your lips. He holds it there for awhile before pulling back, realizing you still have yet to respond to him.
“I’m okay. Not hurt.” He nods.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, yeah?” Felix takes his time cleaning you up and soothing you, helping you get washed up and ready for bed just before he leaves to do the same.
For a moment, you feel like everything is over. That maybe, that was the closure you needed to finally close off that chapter in your book. That maybe, that was it to Felix and you’d return to being [somewhat] strangers again. It makes you a little scared, a little anxious.
But, it all blows away when Felix comes back, dressed for bed just as he had said. He shuts off your lights and slips into the bed next to you, pulling the sheets up so that you’re comfortable.
“For a second, I didn’t think you were actually going to come back.” He lets out a small, breathy laugh as he wraps his arm around you and pulls you flush to his body.
“What, why not? I’m here to stay, love. Not going anywhere.”
“Even when tomorrow comes?”
“Even when tomorrow comes.” He kisses the back of your head. “Unless, you have other plans already?”
“No. Just you.” He chuckles.
“Sounds like a plan to me.” You snuggle closer to him, allowing his warmth to completely envelope your body. Before you know it, you’ve fallen into a deep sleep in Felix’s arms, and he does too. Even when the morning comes, you still find yourself wrapped around Felix and snuggled against his body, light kisses being pressed against your head when you wiggle in his arms.
It’s funny how life works.
Because this time around, Felix is here, lying beside you; making things feel right, connected. Balanced. You shift in your position to look at him because this time around, you’re staring at the one man who, up until now, still means the entire universe to you. 
Then, it’s also funny how life works; when life decides that this is your person, and this is finally the right time.
This time around. 
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jjk x reader (f)
genre: sex worker au (jk)
rating: mature audiences only (strictly 18+)
summary: with rising stress, being caught touching yourself and no satisfaction for your own imagination you decide to take your friends advice of using a certain little app for assistance.
warnings: not another college smut au . . you guessed it lol; foul language; sensual/dirty talk; masturbation; computer sex; strangers to sex worker jk helping you out for the night lol (pls stay safe of the world wide web yall); mentions of sexual intercourse - but ofc there is none; cum eating. . she licks her fingers after.. yeah; open ending and no preparation for a pt. 2 so dont hate me.
next part: behins pixels the sequel
word count: 3,3 thousand words
posted: april 8th, 2023
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BunnyBoy98 is typing…..
Is this your first time
here?
Sorta.
You can’t sorta be
here for the first time.
It's a yes or no question.
I thought this site was
no questions asked. No
strings attached?
You against conversation
or something? Desperate
to get right to it?
Not desperate. . but that is
what we’re here for.
Right bunny boy?
Right.
There was a second of silence in between messages. For a brief moment you interpreted his quietness as a goodbye but he was still online. . Perhaps, he thought you to be too straightforward and that turned him off entirely and he moved on to the next user.
Still, there was a faint hope within you that he would reply so you sat in the dead stillness of your room, lights turned off to avoid recognition, door locked with only your undergarments to hug your body.
Typically, this wouldn’t be the event to make-up your Friday night however stressed induced days. . and the simple fact that you were in a torment of arousal twenty-four seven with no further satisfaction stemming from the guidance your imagination had on your fingers.
BunnyBoy98 is typing…..
You sat up on the bed in anticipation of his reply even though you'd never admit it to the stranger on the other side of the screen. He was about to help you get off, so you were definitely at the gates of desperation. It trickled all throughout your body as if a rain cloud sat right above you drenching you in its honeyed ardor.
Your skin turned to goosebumps as the chat bubble continued appearing and disappearing again and again.
Fine. But at least
tell me how you
found me.
I wasn’t specifically
searching for you.
Then who?
Anyone really.
Ouch. You know
I actually felt a bit
special for a second.
You still should. You’re
description helped me
choose you.
Be honest, was it
the tattoos?
If I say maybe would
you be mad at me?
Not at all.
Then, yes.
Plus your description
says you have long hair.
Who was the
runner-up?
Someone named Tae. But
I remembered a friend
visits him often.
So you found out
about us through
a friend?
Yes.
We can do either a
video call or messages.
Which do you prefer?
Video call.
If you’re up for it.
I’m OK with it
as long as you are.
I’ll call you in 5.
I’ll be here.
The rippling anticipation waved through you like electric currents rumbling your entire being right off its course. Though, BunnyBoy98 was a complete stranger you were minutes away from stripping yourself of every bit of shame and vulnerability right before him.
You couldn’t believe you actually went through with it.
And it all began about a week prior. When your friend had walked in on you in a . . less than ideal situation. You succumbed to the pleasure of your favorite toy, legs stretched wide and completely bare on your bottom half. Overcome in the feeling as you maintain focus on chasing your own orgasm. You remember hearing the hinges on the door creak but you weren’t expecting anyone so you remained painting a fervor image behind your eyelids. Envisioning slender fingers being pumped in and out of you repeatedly.
There were beads of sweat strolling down your body as you were in position; about to be catapulted into outer space. The atmosphere you set for yourself was serene and the only sounds that could be heard were your occasional whimpers and the music that played softly in the background. Everything drove you closer and closer to where you wanted to be.
Where you needed to be.
You were so close then a gasp inundated the air around you. A gasp that most certainly did not come from you.
“What the fuck?” You shot your eyes open and quickly saw your friend buried into a corner near the door. She faced the wall but you could only imagine the revolted look on her face, “can you lock the door next time?”
“Oh my,” you quickly pulled the covers over your sweaty body, “can you knock next time?”
“I did knock,” she yelled back, “but you were a little busy.”
“So you just barge in?”
“I thought you might have been dead in the toilet or something,” she shrugged and turned back around to find you sprawled in your bed, “oh, you’re done?”
“What do you think?”
“I mean don’t stop on my account. We all do it,” she sat across from your bed and began spinning around on your computer chair, “I personally like to meet Tae when I’m in the mood but you know this all works too.”
“Who’s Tae?” you questioned sitting up in the bed; wrapping your bed sheets around your figure tightly.
“He’s from this app where guys kinda help girls get off,” she said it so casually you almost didn’t fully decipher the words escaping her lips.
“There’s an app for that?”
“It’s the twenty-first century there’s literally an app for everything.”
You cleared your throat, “is it safe?”
“Are you interested?” she waggled her brows.
“No,” you scoffed, “did you need something?”
“I can’t come over just to spend time?” she shook her head, “I should’ve let you finish. Maybe you would have been in a better mood.”
“Fuck you,” you giggled.
“At least use this next time,” your phone dinged after she quickly sent you a text, “let me know how it goes.”
Her exit was barely audible. You were too preoccupied studying the link she sent for the app called ‘Eargasm An App for Women in Need.’
BunnyBoy98 is typing…..
I’m ready.
Can I call you?
Yeah.
You can call.
The ringtone echoing amongst your walls was taunting, and your nerves nearly fooled you into letting it ring. And while it took a lot of physical and mental strength to actually pick your hand up and move it towards the mouse pad you were finally able to press the green button lighting up your screen.
BunnyBoy98 sat up against a wall; glowing under blue LED lights. His black hair was long as detailed in his description and it sat right above his shoulders. Though it was hard to tell under the stark ambiance his eyes mimicked the tint of chocolate and his piercing stare was aimed at you on the other side of the screen. . Well, it was actually aimed at your dark screen. Though, it was selfish of you, as you hid cowardly behind your turned off camera you wished he would remove the black mask hiding the bottom half of his face.
“Hi,” he greeted.
“Hi,” you murmured, perhaps a bit scared that someone might hear this interaction play out although no one would. You made sure your door was locked this time and you didn’t even have a roommate. “Should I continue calling you BunnyBoy or is there something else you prefer to be called?”
“You can call me JK,” his voice was sultry, soothing, grave. Somehow a mixture of all three in one; it vibrated in your inner ear like some sort of an invasively soft tune, one you know you’d be replaying many times after tonight.
“Sorry about the dark screen,” you attempted to swallow down any ounce of nervousness, “I guess you can say I’m a bit nervous.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” his reassurance quickly eased your frazzled nerves, “though I’ll admit you did sound a bit more assertive over messages.”
“I tend to come off over-confident through texts,” you snickered, “it’s a natural flaw.”
“Confidence is sexy so I would say it’s a blessing.”
The word sexy sounded so enticing coming from his lips even as they were hidden behind that damned black cloth. You roamed through countless fantasies of the man sitting right before you, about the way he possibly looked without being covered; how his touch might feel on your scorching skin and the tone of his whispers closer in the proximity of your ear.
“You’re awfully quiet,” he voice was playful, but it was so hard to read his expression behind his covered face, “have you begun having fun without me?”
“No,” you mumbled, “I haven’t.”
“Good,” he said, “why don’t you tell me what you like.”
“Like during. .” you drifted off.
He nodded, tucking his hair behind his ear, “What else are we here for darling?”
“Yes. Of course,” you huffed, slapping your palm on your forehead undoubtedly astounded by your own stupidity, “Uh, I like. .” You gave it some thought but kept rounding the same corners leading to you cluelessness, “I’m not sure I know what I like.”
“Forgive me for being blunt but have you touched yourself recently?”
“That’s the exact reason why I ended up here.”
“You’re addicted to masturbating?” He whispered as if he was keeping some big secret.
“No!” you answered back quickly, “Not at all. I’ve just been a bit stressed lately and well. . something else happened.”
“What happened?”
“My friend kinda walked in on me,” you whispered.
“It happens to the best of us sadly,” he chuckled, a sound so beautiful and gentle it matched the soft tune of songbirds in the morning, “how about you begin by telling me about the last time you were aroused. Just walk me through whatever got you in the mood that day.”
You closed your eyes leaning your head against the headboard. Your thoughts traveled back to a couple of days prior when your body sunk into the mattress under the hex of your fingertips. You were stripped down bare but you recalled the way every inch of your body was covered in a thin layer of sweat.
“I had just gotten home after my classes,” a small white lie was the price to pay to save any once of dignity you had left in the eyes of the stranger before you — in reality, that very day and every other day you’d found yourself under the amorous touches of your sinful fantasies whenever you saw him, the boy employed at the campus student center.
You didn’t know his name and in reality he only lived in your mind in small flashes. The first polaroid was composed of his cheeky smile framed by indents of his round cheeks. While other snap shots focused on the way he always wore in a half up half down style or a bun; others were centered around the numerous tattoos inked into his right arm, especially the snake sitting right above his wrist and the patchwork tattoos on the dorsal side of his hand.
“Were you thinking about someone?”
“Yes.”
“What were they doing?”
There was a rush of heat traveling through you as you recalled the way you dreamt up his touch against your body, the way his fingers left behind trails of goosebumps on your skin.
“First he began touching me softly,” It was like your body was on auto drive and before you knew it you set the laptop beside you on the bed and began getting comfortable on the bed.
“Was he touching you anywhere specific?”
You hummed in response, “he drew all kinds of figures into my inner thigh, kept inching closer and closer and then he would pull away abruptly.”
“Did you enjoy him pulling away?”
“Yes, it made me want it more.”
“Ok, I’m gonna ask you to do a couple of things. If you don’t want to do something just tell me. I’m here for your pleasure.”
You nodded, then realized he couldn’t see you, “Yea, that’s fine.”
A strain of the jitters ate away at your nerves and you weren’t sure if you’d ever come down from that rollercoaster of anxiety. You were sitting at the peak in a single-person cart waiting to be plummeted down the valley of the tracks leading you to the finale; the culmination of an enticing ride.
“Are you naked?”
“Somewhat.”
“Take it all off.”
Even in the stillness of darkness removing your bra and panties made you feel entirely vulnerable. You were technically alone but JK was right there just a couple of pixels away.
“Close your eyes, doll. I want you to begin touching yourself just wherever it feels good,” he instructed and you weren’t sure if it was your mind playing tricks on you but you could’ve sworn his voice became more bass, “start high and slowly make your way down to your breasts. When you’re there let me know.”
His words were tainted with sin meanwhile he still sat back nonchalantly. You'd imagined he was satisfied in the way your soft whimpers overtook the air as you began pinching your perked nipples but you couldn’t tell for sure not while he still wore his mask.
“I’m assuming you’ve made it.” he chuckled.
“Yeah. Sorry.”
“You’re not very good at following instructions. Are you, doll?” he rolled up the sleeves of his crewneck, finally exposing the infamous tattoos he detailed in his description. They were like pieces of artwork adorning his entire arm, not a single spot was left visible—and as much as you tried to get a better look at them for some reason you found it impossible to focus on just one.
“Sorry,” you muttered once again, “I was caught up in the moment I guess.”
“You don’t have to apologize,” he offered, “but I need you to be vocal since I can’t exactly see you.”
“I’ll be more vocal. I promise,” you said, still toying with your nipples in between your fingers, “right now my hands are still at my tits.”
“Are you bored of that yet, doll?” the onset of his tumultuous utter; it was thunderous, like music for the soul, “you wanna aim lower?”
“Yes.”
“With the tips of your fingers I want you to move down your cleavage,” he said, “and stop right at your pelvis.”
Quickly, it felt like the evening had rushed by and the sun had been relocated right beside your bed. Though you complied with his command any form of coherent words became jammed in your throat incapable of rolling off your tongue.
The way your fingers slid past your folds earned a string of whimpers from your lips earning a satisfied titter from JK on the other side of the screen.
“Nice and slow, doll,” JK said, “be gentle but I want you to apply a bit of pressure every time your fingers meet your clit.”
JK’s voice was no longer muffled from the laptop’s static microphone. Instead in this version of your altered reality he was laying right beside you on your bed, and his fingers substituted yours against your cunt. His touch contained something yours simply did not possess, composed of a sort of spell that left you babbling moans. And as his fingers traced whichever incoherence they wanted into your clit you felt closer to your pinnacle.
“Fuck,” he stuttered, “I love the way you say my name.”
The bubbling daringness dazed with pleasure drove you to chant his name over and over in between your pants and obscenities. “You have no idea the things I would do for you to fuck me right now,” It was your best attempt at trying to break past his professional shell — His head fell back against the wall as his adam’s apple bobbed up and up, his eyes were shut tightly and his hands fidgeted with something off frame.
“You have no idea how much I’d love to fuck you but this is a contactless doll,” his breathing became uneven, “I’m afraid we could never meet. You could never know who I am and I could never know who you are.”
“N-never say never,” the contract enforced by the site was clear and simple, both parties must grant their consent to the meeting online without disclosing their identities. For safety measures you understood the implications of the rules applied but what of it when you genuinely just wanted to meet the dulcet stranger and ride along him for the wildest time of your life.
“Just focus on the feeling,” his voice was rugged; raspy as a result of the groans he sang into the air, “Focus on that shiver taking your back hostage and that very knot tightening in your core. I want you to only let your thoughts be consumed by that very feeling.”
You sat up using your elbow for support, still thriving to maintain the mental image of having JK near in curated colors. Again, you were in the presence of the man dipping the mattress beside you as he laid down with eyes to scorching their umber tone surrounding you in warmth.
“Now, finger yourself.”
The squelching sound of your finger pushing past your entrance had JK sitting up straight like he was intrigued by your facile compliance but you thought it was obvious that by now there was very little you wouldn’t do as long as it came from him.
“I wish I could see you doll,” he confessed, “I bet you look heavenly with your fingers inside of you.”
“C-contactless r-remember,” The motion living up to your satisfaction was hastened —you became divulged in the feeling of your walls on your fingers. You felt soft, warm, tight. All of the sensations combined to create a feeling so addicting your fingers developed a mind of their own as you drove themselves in and out of you with ease.
“Right. .”
“Fuck, this f-feels,” you swallowed to ease the desert developing in the back of your throat, “it feels s-so fucking good.”
“If I were there,” he mumbled, barely audible but your ears still perked up at the lulls of his voice, “First, I would serenade every inch of your skin. Your body would be the portrait I’d paint with my lips.”
“Mhm. .”
“I would cherish your body so well. Eat you out until your legs shake and fuck you until you’re a candid mess.”
“O-oh, fuck! JK don’t stop.”
“I would fuck you so well, doll.”
“I-I’m so close,” your arm became numbed yet, you kept fucking yourself with your fingers still succumbing to the fantasy of having JK in replacement of your own hand.
The temperature in your room draws beads of sweat on your body and the more you strive to reach your high the more scorching the temperature becomes. The creaking of your bed accentuated the speed of your movements, it was like a song featuring your constant moans.
“Until you’re babbling nonsense, and your headboard is marking up the wall and the neighbors finally know my name.”
JK’s words were laced with a delectable nectar, so sweet, a once off taste wasn’t enough and as you pleaded for more and he complied, continuing to fill your ears with sinful promises you crashed hard. Coming in spurts of white coating your fingers.
“I have a surprise for you,” you panted in between almost every word, “you ready?”
He nodded.
Call it post orgasm tipsiness but after sitting up a bit and adjusting the laptop to leave anything that wasn’t your mouth out of frame you turned on your camera for the very first time that night, pushing your glistening fingers which once invaded your walls past your swollen lips.
His hands rose to his hair and he slithered his fingers through it lightly before gripping his roots into his fists looking a fair amount aroused and frustrated. The tattoos you desperately wanted a peek of were finally on full display. After turning off your camera once again and JK began uttering praises your way, you began scanning the ink on his arm from his forearm up slowly. The artwork adorned his skin beautifully.
As you neared his wrists you noticed a very similar serpentine snake—one who you have stared at too often.
“Typically, things here are a bit different,” you finally registered his voice, “you would turn on your camera and I would provide more detailed assistance but I hope you still had a good time. I did.”
“Yeah,” your mind was in outer space, “I had a really good time.”
“Don’t shy away from visiting me again, OK?”
“Yeah,” you said, “bye, JK.”
Once the camera was off and you shut your laptop tightly, coming to the realization.
JK was him.
The boy, your boy from the student center.
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an: i was bored and im so sorry lol
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