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il-miele-che-scrive · 2 months

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Can I request something similar to your latest Lewis smau except y/n is Toto's daughter? It's controversial because she's younger, you know the drill

Sure!! <3 For this one I made Y/n a singer

Btw the song in this fic is made up lol

username1 She's PRECIOUS

username2 Y/n is so me

username3 Honestly that's so reletable

username4 I swear this girl will pet any creature she can, how isn't she scared of catching some disease?

↳username1 Have you ever heard of water? Is the concept of washing your hands familiar to you?

username5 Oh to be a cat pet by Y/n Wolff...

username6 A rich girl petting strays... Imagine how much of a better place the world would be if she put the same energy into some charity work

↳username7 Y/n is known for doing charity work when it comes to animals. Pretty sure some % of her earnings goes to several pet charities, organizations. Not to mention she's been vegan for a few years now

↳username8 Wow immagine if you did your research before commenting

↳username9 i love how Y/n was born into the rich life but has always been humble and used her money to help others

username10 Literally she gets a lot of hate for being a daughter of a billionaire like okay next time she'll choose to be born poor lmao

username11 exactly!! there's a difference between flexing on daddy's money and using your daddy's money for good causes

username9 pretty sure she makes her own money now;)

y/n_wolff Busy day at work 😋 look who I bumped into on the way to the studio!!

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georgerussell63 Look at you finally doing some work

↳y/n_wolff Don't worry, soon I'm back at my 2nd job (I just hang around the paddock looking all pretty and stuff)

georgerussell63 No, thank you ❤️ we don't miss you

lewishamilton Speak for yourself George, Roscoe likes when Y/n babysits him

y/n_wolff Roscoe is the only one who understands me for real 😭

roscoelovescoco Petition for an invitation next time you go to the studio

↳y/n_wolff I swear I sent one, it must've got lost on the way 🥹 the pigeon dropped it or something

roscoelovescoco Still using pigeons? That's not very vegan of you...

y/n_wolff Hey! I pay them, alright? If they didn't want to, they wouldn't do this job...

y/n_wolff (hey everyone this is a joke obv)

username3 Imagine what will happen when the haters see this comment section lol

mercedesamgf1 Can't wait to hear it ❤️

↳y/n_wolff 🫶

oscarpiastri Look at that last pic of Y/n with Lando

↳landonorris fuck you if I was an animal i wouldn't be a cat

y/n_wolff Right, you'd be a worm.

landonorris would you guys still love me if I was a worm?

oscarpiastri No

y/n_wolff No

username1 May this be a love song 🤞I need to her one from Y/n after her terrible breakup last year

↳username2 She had a boyfriend last year??

username1 Yeah, we don't know anything about him besides the fact that he broke her heart... Poor girl deserves some true love

username2 Was it a driver?

username1 I highly doubt it, they wouldn't be able to keep it so private

alex_albon Pls make it singable on track

↳y/n_wolff 😬 well...

alex_albon Y/n...

y/n_wolff It's a love song...

username4 SHE ADMITTED!! IT'S A LOVE SONG!!

↳username5 Our girl is in love again 😭

username4 I just hope he treats her better than her ex. Otherwise imma need to talk to him

maxverstappen1 If you like cats so much you should come over sometime

↳username4 Cats rizz 💀

↳username2 No cuz Max has had a crush on Y/n for so long now and I'd love to see them together

↳y/n_wolff You're a few weeks too late 😂🙈

username3 EXCUSE ME I NEED TO KNOW WHO THE MAN IS

username5 Me too, I just wanna talk... *cracking fingers*

y/n_wolff The one I prayed for out now, let me know your thoughts 🩷🕊️

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georgerussell63 Since when are you so religious?🤨

↳y/n_wolff He changed me ❤️

oscarpiastri Great, another song Lando will make me unwillingly listen to

↳y/n_wolff You love my music, don't lie

landonorris yes he does

oscarpiastri Alright, I know a few songs

y/n_wolff A few songs my ass, I saw that iconic interview where you and Lando sing my songs

landonorris he will never admit it but he was a fan YEARS before he got into f1 and met you

y/n_wolff Not like I stalk his Twitter but I saw a post from 2019 about me, it had like 5 likes and Oscar was one of them lmao

landonorris i knew you had daddy issues but are you okay?

↳y/n_wolff Yeah why?? Wtf??

landonorris well after hearing this song I'm not

username1 "They may judge the age we are, the differences they see, but love knows not of boundaries, it only seeks to be free" MY GIRL IS A POET 😭

username2 I'm not ready to meet this man after hearing "He's walked through fire, faced his fears, but in his heart, there's room for tears" 😭

carmenmmundt Truly in love with the lyrics, they're out of this world, out of this century

↳y/n_wolff Thank you love 🥹

lewishamilton The chorus got me in a chokehold💜

↳y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for, in the dead of night, a love like ours, hidden from sight. If people knew, they'd say it's wrong, but in his arms I belong🥹

↳username4 What is Lewis doing here...?

username5 Chill, he drives for Mercedes. George also commented in case you didn't notice

username3 Lyrics so beautiful miss girl was born in the wrong generation

↳username2 fr it sounds straight from 20th century poetry, she's too pure for the age of quick tinder hookups

username6 I knew what her father was like but damn...that song screams daddy issues...

↳username7 Y/n said music is her therapy, that's just how she chooses to express her emotions

username8 When are we going to talk about this part of the lyrics?? "In his eyes, reflections of victory, every triumph and mystery. He's raced through life, faced every curve"?? THIS HAS TO BE ABOUT A DRIVER

↳username9 Y/N AND MAX???

username10 me when I'm delusional

↳username11 I wish it was about Max, but it's certainly about an older guy. I mean, Max is a few years older than Y/n, but the song feels like the guy is in his 30s

lewishamilton Summer break = days spent at the beach

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username1 Sir Lewis Hamilton casually adding his boss' daughter to his vacation pics 🤨

↳username2 fr did he think we wouldn't notice?

georgerussell63 Blink twice if Y/n forced you to post the last photo

↳lewishamilton She kindly asked and I agreed.

y/n_wolff Exactly. That's what I do. I ask. Kindly.

username3 SO HER SONG IS ABOUT HIM??

↳username4 Seems like it 🥹

username3 idk how I feel about it tbh... she's too young for him

username5 Yeah imo she'd be better with Max

username4 Shut the hell up guys, let them be happy, there must be a reason they're together

landonorris that's called soft launching, did you know that?

↳y/n_wolff Wdym?? We're just team bonding during the summer break

georgerussell63 Then why wasn't I at the team bonding?

y/n_wolff Uhhhh I'll call you back later, I'm driving through a tunnel 😬

username6 She's too young for him, will have her fun and move onto the next guy (Max?)

↳username7 You're the reason why so many celebs prefer to keep their relationships a secret

username8 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username6 Does he even know? 💀 AFAIK he doesn't have social media

username8 But it's impossible that he wouldn't know, right...?

y/n_wolff I love you but what is this basic caption?😭

↳lewishamilton I'd rather like to focus on how pretty you look

y/n_wolff I LOVE YOU 😭

landonorris simp

y/n_wolff Stfu Lando, you wish you could hang out with us at the beach

username3 Lmao didn't expect Lando calling the 7 times world champion a simp but here we are

username9 Okay guys but... The girlfriend effect? How will the girlfriend effect work in this case if Lewis is a fashion icon already?

↳username10 There must be a way for an upgrade, there always is

y/n_wolff Sorry, he's all perfect already🫶I guess the gf effect only applies to boys and my man is a real man🗡

maxverstappen1 Have fun ☀️ see you back on track soon

↳username6 Something doesn't feels right seeing Max in this comment section...

username10 Get your shit together, him and Y/n never had a thing, y'all made it all up based on one interview Max gave years ago

mercedesamgf1 🌞😎

y/n_wolff He's the one I prayed for

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lewishamilton I love you babe but what is this basic caption?

↳y/n_wolff You're learning from the best, I see

georgerussell63 Good to know you're still team bonding 👍

↳y/n_wolff Yeah, we bonded really hard last night😌

georgerussell63 TMI

oscarpiastri The last pic 🤓

↳landonorris she's getting bold isn't she

y/n_wolff I don't have reasons to be shy tho, do I?

landonorris girl made one good song and made it her whole personality

↳y/n_wolff This is girlhood, you'd never get it

landonorris btw this is hard launching but in a 'we don't give a fuck' way

↳y/n_wolff Well, we don't 🤷‍♀️

username1 WHAT HAPPENED TO THE LITTLE Y/N😭

↳username2 She grew up 😭

username3 I love how nonchalant they're about it

carmenmmundt Someone's been working out🤭

↳y/n_wolff Now I have a personal trainer 😌

username4 WHAT DID TOTO SAY??

↳username5 Bet we're gonna see much more of smashing his headset after the break

username6 How is she so casual about it? We just found out she's dating LEWIS MF HAMILTON and she's acting like that's nothing

↳username3 I guess it is 'nothing' for her, she's known Lewis since she was really young

username7 That's what's giving me the biggest ick because this man has known her since she was an early teen and suddenly decided to date her?

username3 Yeah but she's in her 20s now, she's a consenting adult

username7 That's not normal, this is the definition of grooming

username3 I'm sorry I'm too european for your bullshit

username8 Lewis said fuck it I'm going to Ferrari next year anyway, might as well shoot my shot 💀

username9 Max Verstappen has been really silent

↳username10 Now he'll compete with Lewis not only for the championship but also for Y/n 😂

username9 It would be such a win

username11 Can y'all MaxY/n shippers shut up? I swear y'all are worse than Lestappen shippers

y/n_wolff Roscoe working hard while his dad socializes with his grandpaw 🥳

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username1 I didn't even realize now that Y/n and Lewis are together it means Toto is Roscoe's grandpaw 😭

georgerussell63 Working hard or hardly working?

↳y/n_wolff No comment...

landonorris really shocked to see toto still gets along with lew

↳username2 Lando saying what we all think lol

↳y/n_wolff Dad was actually happy!!

landonorris does he hope you'll convince lew to stay in mercedes?

y/n_wolff How am I supposed to know 🤷‍♀️ you go talk to him

oscarpiastri New songs when?

↳y/n_wolff Soon!! (I haven't started working on them)

username2 I'm actually happy to see them happy and that Toto accepts Lewis as Y/n's boyfriend

↳username3 It's still weird 💀 imagine calling a 40 year old your 'boyfriend'

username2 People are allowed to find love at any age

username3 Lewis is closer in age to Toto than to Y/n

username2 And? Y/n isn't a child, she's a grown woman, if Lewis is what she wants, who are we to judge?

username3 It's just icky... It's not gonna last long

username4 I still can't stop thinking what could be if Y/n was dating Max 🥹

↳username5 fr my dream couple

username6 Y'all see how Y/n predicted people's reaction in her song? "If people knew, they'd say it's wrong" and y'all can't stop yapping about imaginary grooming or what her and Max could've been

↳username7 Girl should've kept it a secret, I feel sorry for them 🥲

↳username8 But in his arms I belong

y/n_wolff Okay everybody, I didn't want to talk about it, but you give me no choice. Lewis and I are in love, there was no grooming involved, I make my own decisions. I really wanted to cherish our love with my new music, but you make me re-think it. I don't feel excited to share our love with you anymore.

↳lewishamilton Don't worry about them darling ❤️

↳danielricciardo FEA

↳landonorris You have our support guys

↳oscarpiastri Don't let these comments get to you, they don't matter

↳georgerussell63 I know I usually act like a snappy older brother, but I love to see you happy (even if Lewis is the reason)

↳maxverstappen1 Haters are always gonna hate, but they don't deserve your attention

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #formula 1 x reader #F1 smau #Formula one smau #lewis hamilton smau #lewis hamilton social media au #lewis hamilton x reader #lewis hamilton imagine

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stairain · 1 year

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Down by the Dock.

After telling Spencer how distant he's been, he's determined to prove just how close he can get with you.

Warnings: Soft Dom Spencer, slight angst, creampie, breeding kink, gentle sex, praise, nicknames, missionary.

WC: 4.3K

You were sitting on the edge of the dock, lightly skidding your feet into the water of the ocean as you looked onward at the sunset. Swirls of orange, pink, and purple overtook the sky as you sat on the damp wood surface, right outside of you and Spencer’s beach house.

This was supposed to be a romantic getaway from your daily lives, a time where you could be with him as much as you wanted and needed, however, that still didn’t deter the dull ache in your chest.

A few minutes passed, and you heard footsteps padding closer to you. Spencer walked out onto the deck with a blanket over his shoulder and his hands in his pockets. He saw you and smiled.

"Hi. Ready to watch the sunset?" He asked, gesturing to the blanket he had brought for you. You look over your shoulder at him and give him a solemn smile.

“Yeah..” Turning your head back to the sky, you bring your legs to your chest, tucking your knees under your chin.

Your boyfriend sat down next to you, wrapping the blanket over your shoulders and putting an arm around you as he did so.

"Are you okay?" He asked quietly, his tone filled with concern. You take a deep breath and let the crisp evening air flood your lungs, you look away from him as you bite your lip.

“I don’t know, Spence..”

"Do you want to talk about it, baby?” He asked gently, rubbing your shoulders and looking at you with a gentle and comforting expression. He had always wanted you to feel the same comfort around him that he felt around you. He wanted you to know that you could come to him about anything. Spencer always did whatever it took to make you feel better, and this was no exception.

He would do anything for you, no matter what it was.

You turn your neck to look at him with glossy eyes and quickly look away. “Are we okay..?”

With a nod, he placed a gentle kiss on your forehead. He smiled comfortingly.

"Of course. We're always okay.”

He said quietly, holding you close after the kiss. He felt a sense of responsibility for you that he had never before felt for anyone else, and he wanted to make sure that you felt safe around him. He wanted to make you feel loved, cared for, and understood, so he held you close to him.

"What can I do to make us better than ‘okay’”? He asked, knowing you needed comfort. You shook your head at his words and sniffed.

“I-I don’t know.. Just been feeling like we’ve been drifting, recently..”

Spencer’s heart broke at your words, and he held you even closer.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm so sorry."

He mumbled, rubbing your back slowly in a comforting, soothing way. "How long have you been feeling that way?”

You let yourself be held by him, and you could feel the tears running down your cheeks, soaking into the blanket he had wrapped around you.

“You’ve just been so busy with work and I know how important it is, b-but I just- I don’t know.. feeling not so important to you, you know?”

He nods as he wiped some of the tears from your eyes with a soft expression of remorse.

"I should have realized sooner. I'm sorry, sweetheart.” He whispered sweetly, stroking your face with his hand. "I don't want you to feel like my work is more important than you. Because in the end, if I had to choose, I'd only ever choose you."

Taking a few staggering breaths, you nod at his words. “Thank you, Spence.. I’m sorry for all of this.” You look down at your hands and begin to play with your nails to distract yourself.

"Stop apologizing, sweetheart. You're allowed to express your emotions. And I'm here to support you, no matter what. Don't be afraid to come to me."

He whispered, his tone filled with understanding and kindness. He gave you a soft smile, wanting nothing more than to help ease your pain. "This was my fault. Not yours. I should’ve noticed earlier on. And you're not alone; I'm here for you. Always."

With another nod, you look up at him and gaze into his eyes, admiring how the colorful sky reflected beautiful light on his features. “I love you, Spence.”

His heart fluttered at your words, causing him to blush ever so slightly. He placed his hands on your cheeks gently, leaning in just slightly and kissing you softly on the lips.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

He whispered gently, holding you close after the kiss. He was grateful to have you in his life, and he hoped you knew just how much he cared about you, how much he loved you.

As soon as he had broken the first kiss, it had only left you wanting more. Hearing his confessions of pure, unbridled love and care for you made a deep passion inside of you ignite.

You look at him with a faux pout on your mouth.

Spencer chuckled softly at the pout on your face, and leaned in again, kissing you gently on the lips, this time kissing you a little more passionately than the first one. His hands rubbed your back gently, and he ran a hand through your hair, pulling you closer to him as he kissed you.

As the sun began to set below the horizon of water and the two of you continued to embrace and kiss the other, he reluctantly pulled away and got up to kneel beside you.

“Come on, love. It’s getting cold out.”

In one swift fluid motion, he lifted you up in the air, as if you weighed next to nothing; he carried you through the house and into your shared bedroom, laying you down on the bed gently.

As you lay against the bed, you sprawled yourself out against the plush material of the cold blankets and pillows, and looked up at him with adoring eyes.

Spencer’s breath catches in his throat when he gets a good look at you laying there, all his. He crawled onto the bed on top of you, getting as close as he possibly could. With wide eyes of his own, he stares into yours before whispering against your face.

“Are you alright with this, sweetheart?” He whispered, his voice was low and husky, full of passion. When careful fingers find your waist, you all but melt into the soft touch.

You could feel his breath on your skin and the heat his strong body radiated off. The look on your face was one of pure need. The need to be taken care of, to be cared for, to be worshiped.

You nod, swallowing.

He smiled and began kissing your neck, moving down to your collarbone as he ran his hands up and down your body. He did just as he knew you needed, and he cared for you, as he always did. You were the most important person in the world to him, and you knew he'd do anything you asked to take care of you, to love you, and to show just how much he meant it when he told you he loved you more than life itself.

Shivers ran through your frame at the feeling of his large warm hands running over your cold skin. The window that was facing the water wasn’t helping with the chill you felt, but you knew Spencer would warm you up in no time.

His warm hands moved over you in a gentle, comforting way, as he placed numerous tender kisses on you, on your neck, shoulders, chest, everywhere he could reach. His kisses were full of love, passion, and affection, and they were meant to take you to a place of total bliss. You knew you could always count on him to make you feel loved and appreciated, and he did it better than anyone else in the world could. He did everything he could for you, and he would always be there for you.

You took a deep breath when you felt his gentle hands pull at the buttons of your shorts, and reached your hands down to help him. But he was quick to grab your wrists and gently place them against your chest, he didn’t want you doing any work right now.

“Hands to yourself baby, you know better.”

His tone was gentle, yet still scolding. It made your mouth dry and your panties wet. You’d do anything for him as long as he kept speaking to you in that voice of his.

“S-Sorry, Spence..”

You move your hands so they’re side by side with your head, trying to relax and let him do everything he wants to you.

“I’ll take care of you, you know that."

He kissed your forehead softly, looking down at you with his light eyes as he continued to undress you. His hands continued moving gently, and he worked your shorts down slowly, taking his time as he did so.

A small gasp leaves you at the way you’re left in your little lace underwear, laid out just for him. And you can hear the sound of your shorts hitting the hardwood floor, and soon enough, your panties, top, and bra, would be joining it.

"You're gorgeous, darling."

Spencer whispered gently, giving you soft kisses as he did so. With every press of his lips against your goosebump raised skin, it only further turned you on. It was embarrassing to you, how easily he was able to arouse you. But he loved it. He loved being able to get your panties soaked and your cheeks flushed with a blush, just from a few kisses.

You heard him undo his belt and pull down his pants, taking them off and then dropping them to the floor. The sound of the hardware of his buckle hitting the wood of the night stand made you shudder in anticipation, and you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together in excitement.

“Are you still doing okay, baby?”

He looks at you and faintly raises a brow.

“Y-Yes.. Spence..”

He smiled softly at you, and he leaned down to give you a gentle kiss down the lower part of your neck, before he leaned back up and his hands went back down to pull your underwear down slowly.

"Good girl.."

You squirmed in his hold against the bed as he slowly, teasingly, dragged your underwear down your bottom.

Spencer chuckled softly at your squirms. It made him know that he was doing everything right, and he continued to slowly pull your underwear down your bottom.

"Easy there, darling. You can wait.”

He softly spoke, his tone full of devotion and love as he tried to tease you as much as possible, which proved to be quite easy. You could feel the fabric being pulled away from you body, and all you could do was lay back and let him take control.

You wanted to wince when you could feel him pulling the drenched fabric off your body, practically having to peel them off of your soaked pussy because of how wet you were.

You felt his eyes on you, watching with eager interest. They were filled with adoration and arousal. He couldn't wait to show you how much he loved you, and the sight of you was already more than he could've ever dreamed of.

"You're so beautiful, sweet thing..." Spencer whispers, his voice a husky tone full of passion and excitement as he licks over his bottom lip.

“Thank you.. Spence, y-you’re beautiful, too..” You shyly murmur as you stare at the ceiling, trying not to focus on the embarrassment rising in your cheeks from how hard you think he’s staring at your exposed body.

And you’re right. His eyes are absolutely shining with fascination at just how soaked you are, from a few light touches and kisses to your neck. He reaches out a gentle hand and pushes your folds around, smearing the slicks all over your thighs and his fingers. You moan at the feeling.

"You're very welcome, darling. You look so beautiful right now.." He whispered, smiling softly and letting his eyes follow every curve of your body. He was absolutely entranced by you, and he could barely control the intense look in his eyes of wanting you more than anything in the world.

Spencer pulls his hand away from you, and slips them in his mouth for a quick moment, cleaning your arousal from his fingers. You watch the way his eyes roll into the back of his head when he retracts his fingers out of his mouth.

"I love you. So much."

“I-I love you too..”

The soft crashes of the waves against the dock were audible in the room, and it only added to the calming atmosphere that engulfed you entirely and made you dizzy with bliss.

As he kneels in front of your spread body, he reaches a hand out to stroke over the skin of your thigh.

“You wanna keep your shirt on or off, baby?”

He knew you were iffy about being completely naked, even in front of him, and you can’t help the swell of your heart at how considerate he’s always been towards you.

“Y-You can take it off, Spence.. I don’t mind.”

And his eyes practically glowed at your words, they were filled with admiration and love, at how much you trusted him.

With a nod, he leans over you to pull up the soft fabric of your top, pulling it over your head, leaving you only in your bra. He reaches out to play with the delicate straps.

“And this? You wanna keep it on, my love?”

You shake your head hesitantly, you trusted him completely, and wanted him to know just how much.

His hands reach behind you, and your body arches under him to help. A small smile quirks on his lips at the sight, and he begins to unclasp your bra.

And once he pulls the lacy undergarment off of you, he tenderly rubs the fabric between his fingers as he stares down at your fully bare body. He licks over his lips and sets the bra gently on the floor next to the rest of your clothing.

“My god, baby.. You’re incredible.”

And with the way his voice is utterly dripping with sincerity and pure adoration, you believe him. A small smile of your own creeps onto your face at his praise.

“Thank you, Spence..”

He nods, feeling far too emotional to speak at this moment. Kneeling back, Spencer goes down to pull down his own underwear, and even though it's a sight you’ve seen numerous times before, you couldn't ever bring yourself to get tired of it.

As he threw the thin underwear onto the floor, his thick and heavy cock sways with his body, and god did you need him so badly it was starting to hurt.

His hand wraps around his member, and he bites his lip at the feeling. You’re forced to watch him give himself pleasure with a pout, because you know you can make him feel better than that hand of his, even though it’s the same hand that’s brought you to countless orgasms before.

You rub your thighs together in hopes of some relief, and he chuckles when he realizes just how desperate you’ve become. He grabs himself at the base of his dick, and slowly passes it through the slippery folds of your cunt.

The feeling of being entirely coated with your arousal makes his head spin, and it makes your breath grow short. The blunt tip of his cock buts against your sensitive clit and you’d be ashamed to admit that it was already bringing you so close over the edge.

“P-Please.. Spen-”

“Shh shh, I know, baby..”

He’s quick to shut you up, because only he knows what’s the best for you, and right now, he’s giving it to you.

Spencer rubs his head over your hole, before slowly, so slowly, pushing himself inside of your warm walls. The intrusion makes you wince, he’s always been big, and somehow he always made it fit.

With each inch he sheathes inside of you, the fuller and fuller you feel. You can feel yourself tightening involuntarily around him, and you can hear just how wet you are when you do. With each squeeze of your pussy around his cock, and quiet squelch can be heard, you were so wet that you were already leaking around him.

And when he’s entirely engulfed inside of you, his pelvis pressing into the sides of your thighs, your legs wrapped around his back, he throws his head back at how warm you are. It’s almost burning him, and he can’t get enough of it, even if you him fuck you forever.

But he’d still be a foolish man to ever deny the offer.

The man gently caresses your soft skin as he forces himself to stay still inside of you, despite how hard it was, and despite how much he just wanted to fill you over and over again with his cock, then once more with his searing hot cum.

“Let me know when, baby. O-Okay?”

His voice is wavering at how much control he’s trying to instill, and you’re not doing too hot either. Your body is trembling against the sheets as you try to adjust to the intrusion and keep your release at bay.

After a few soft cries and moans from you, and a few more groans and heavy sighs from Spencer, you clench around him to let him know you’re ready, and the feeling makes him keel over your body, caging your head with his arms.

“Fuck, baby..”

His fingers intertwined with yours beside your head, and began to shallowly thrust into your weeping cunt.

Looking down was a big mistake, you soon found. Because the second you leaned up slightly to watch the way he fucked you, you threw you head back almost immediately.

After noticing this, he does the same. He bows his head down to look where your two bodies meet, and he lets out a guttural moan at the sight.

“God, look at you, angel.. You’re swallowing me right up.”

You shake your head at his words and squeeze your eyes shut. Because you know if you look again, you’ll be trembling and cumming on his cock that instant you see the way his thick cock pushes into your greedy cunt.

Spencer’s having a hard enough time as is holding himself back, just watching the way he disappears inside your pretty pussy has him rolling his eyes back into his head. Seeing the way your slick arousal has turned white on his length because of how much he’s been encasing himself inside of you.

The fingers that are intertwined with yours leave your hands, and reach down to hold you in a firm grip at your hips. He uses them to pull your body down against him, further humping his cock into your drenched hole.

He begins to rub the sweat slicked skin of your hips as he still fucks into you so lovingly.

His touches were so gentle and comforting that it almost made you feel drowsy. You let out a soft yawn and felt your eyelids grow heavier with each tender pass of his cock inside of you.

Spencer was quick to notice this, and pat you lightly against the side of your face, forcing you to look up at him.

“Come on baby, stay with me. I know you can do it..”

His voice was full of so much emotion it made you want to cry. The way he talked to you like you were precious to him never ceased to make you absolutely melt under his gaze.

With a nod, you blinked a few times to bring yourself back to full consciousness, and lolled your head back against the plush pillows as your swollen lips pushed out a soft moan.

“There you go.. that’s my sweet girl..”

Each roll of his hips into you drove you crazy, and the way he was making you feel was out of place with how tenderly he was making love to you. He made you feel like your body was on fire, like at any given moment, you’d be gushing around his cock and soaking his skin and sheets.

You clench around him to pull him even deeper inside of you, and he groans loudly at the sensation. You were so close already, he might as well have gotten an award.

Spencer readjusts his body to plant his knees firmer against the bed, and leans down to wrap his arms around your waist to lift your lower body against his own. He began to fuck into you quicker now, just how you needed it. A whiny whimper was what you granted him in response.

He nodded, and a shudder ran through him at how amazing you felt around him, and how utterly beautiful you sounded and looked.

“Anytime you need to, baby.”

Sounding breathless, he grinds his body harder, faster, and longer into yours. You’re sucking him up like it’s your job, and feel him yanking you closer and closer to your release.

Your hands gripped at the sheets, your nails digging into them in a substitute for Spencer’s back. You didn’t want to hurt him right now, not when he was taking care of you like the most delicate thing to ever exist, definitely not.

“I-I love you s-so much.. So so much, Spence..”

You pathetically yet lovingly confess to him through a moan, and your eyebrows scrunched at the imminent orgasm that was quickly washing over you.

“Oh baby.. I love you too, more than anything.”

His voice is full of adoration, and you can hear the way he’s fighting off cutting himself off with loud moans and groans of his own.

Your body trembles as your cunt gives one last greedy swallow of his entire length, and you can practically see the back of your skull with how hard your eyes are rolling. Warmth. Warmth is all you feel.

You’re gushing around him, feeling your release spill out of you around him and coat your thighs and drip down to your ass. Your orgasm sends you into a state of euphoria, and after your body turns stiff from the impact, you go entirely limp in his hold, moaning and whimpering endlessly.

“My sweet baby.. You did so well.”

He whispers through your noises, and starts to push into you quicker, chasing after his own very close release. With your orgasm still wracking through your fragile body, he can just feel the flutter of your pussy around him, begging to be filled with his cum.

“Baby- Baby I’m gonna cum.. W-Where?”

His voice sounds absolutely desperate, like if you didn’t answer him in the next second he’d explode.

Crying out through a moan, you squeeze your cunt harder, pulling him deeper and deeper where you needed him most, where you needed him to claim you, and show you just how sorry he is for being so distant.

“I-Inside.. Now, Spence.. Oh–Please, I need it so bad.. Please…”

Spencer shakes his head at your response, as if it drove him crazy. And truthfully, it did. Nothing sounded more appealing than absolutely filling you to the brim with his thick, warm, cum. He needed it inside of you, probably more than you did. He wanted to stuff you with his release, praying to god your body would take his seed into you, and give you the family you always yearned to have.

You deserve it. You deserve everything.

Is what he chants to himself in his head, it wasn’t like he needed any help believing it, he just wanted to make sure he did a good job of showing you just how devoted he was towards you, and how far he'd go just to make sure you’re happy.

With one final push into you, he locks himself inside of you, and keeps himself there. He’s so fucking deep inside of you that you can feel his tip blowing a kiss to your cervix, and yet the both of you craved he could get deeper. A primal moan left his mouth, accompanying your whines of pure pleasure.

Spencer’s hips stutter against your thighs, and you feel him lose all of his control at that moment. He’s pouring his release into you, shooting thick ribbons of arousal and coating your walls.

And he was tucked so far into you, that none of it leaked out. So he pumped you full of cum, and forced your body to take it, take it as your own.

When his release starts to subside, he lets out a soft laugh and squeezes at the flesh of your waist.

“You alright, love?”

You wordlessly nod, and swallow the spit pooling in your mouth. You lean up on your forearms to look up at him with a gaze full of unmistakable admiration and adoration. He returns it.

With a breathless moan, he starts to slowly pull out of you, but you’re quick to protest. With your legs against his back, you pull him closer to you, and force him back inside of you.

“Stay, Spence.. Please..”

He looks up at you with a crooked smile and tilts his head to the side. With a slightly trembling hand, he reaches it up to your face and moves some of the sweaty hair stuck on your face out of the way, and leans down the best he can to press a kiss to your cheek.

“Baby I honestly think I’m stuck inside of you at this point, you don’t have to worry about that.”

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holllandtrash · 1 year

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disapproval | mick schumacher

pairing: mick schumacher x leclerc!reader

request: "Mick Schumacher imagine where the reader is the youngest Leclerc. I live for overprotective brothers, so if you could include that. It doesn’t matter if it is a story or an Instagram au" word count: 2.6k warnings: none except kind of asshole brother charles so sry

You waited almost twenty minutes after the race started before sneaking out the back door of the Ferrari garage. Mick texted you saying ‘come by in 20’ but you figured 18 and a half minutes was close enough.

With all of the mechanics and pit crew focused on the race, you managed to make your way down to the Mercedes garage relatively unnoticed. You did receive a few questionable glances from the employees who did know you, but none of them said or did anything to stop you from opening up the door. Your VIP access pass was enough for you to do, for the most part, what you wanted

You shut the door quietly, not wanting to draw extra attention to yourself. You were a Leclerc in the Mercedes garage. Even if you knew next to nothing about the actual strategies or the game plan for the races, neither of the team principals would be too happy to see you in the competitions garage.

When you felt a hand on your waist, you jumped and gasped quietly, but when you heard Mick’s laugh you leaned into his touch.

“I said I’d meet you outside,” he whispered, pulling your back gently against his chest. Mick dropped his head and pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Yeah, but you’re not supposed to leave the garage,” you pointed out. A loud cheer of excitement came from the pit crew when George overtook the car ahead of him and you pushed Mick closer into the corner, wanting to be as far out of the public eye as possible.

“You’re sweet,” Mick traced his fingers over your jaw and turned your head to face him, his bright blue sent fireworks exploding in the pit of your stomach. It had been eight months with this man and he still made it feel as though you two were the only people to ever exist whenever he looked at you.

You had started dating towards the end of the last season. Spending the break together was ideal and romantic and you had never been happier. Obviously, you both would have loved it if he was still driving this season, but being Mercedes’ race driver ensured that he would still be there every weekend.

There was only one issue.

Your older brothers were still very sceptical about your relationship. Charles, especially. He, sometimes, respected Mick as a driver and when they raced, they got along fine, but you were his younger sister, his only sister. To him, no one would ever be good enough for you.

That didn’t stop you, though. Mick made you happier than you’d ever been.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, chin resting on top of your head as the two of you watched the race play out in the garage. You could feel him wince whenever Lewis or George had a close encounter. And in return, he squeezed your sides gently when Charles had too much oversteer in the fifth corner and caused him to drop down a place.

“I wish you were racing,” you whispered, raising your hand up to cup his cheek. Mick turned his head and kissed your palm.

“No you don’t,” Mick chuckled. “Because then you’d have to choose between rooting for me or your brother.”

“Oh, definitely you,” the lack of hesitancy in your response made him laugh harder.

“Charles would never let you stand in his garage if you showed up in a shirt with my name on it.”

“Then I'd stand in your garage,” you shrugged your shoulders, your lips curled up into a sly smirk.

“Sweetheart, I want him to like me. I don’t need him thinking of ways to send me to the grave every time I pass him in the paddock.”

“He does like you!” you retorted, but you could both hear the uncertainty in your tone. You could feel him sigh and you corrected yourself, “He likes you as a person, just not-”

“As your boyfriend.”

You turned around in his grasp, interlocking your fingers behind his neck. Mick’s soft smile had the ability to calm your nerves. It didn’t matter what your brothers thought about the two of you. As long as you had Mick, you were fine.

There was a screen right behind Mick’s head and your gaze darted it for a second, only to see that there were a handful of laps left. Charles had managed to get the lead back and unless there was a red flag in the next few minutes, there was a good chance he’d finish first. As his sister, you basically had to be there to celebrate.

Mick could see what was going through your head and he raised his hand to your chin, gently pulling your attention back to him.

“Call me later,” he told you. “We can get dinner.”

“If Charles wins, a bunch of drivers are going out. Arthur too and he’ll expect me to join them.” you said, remembering the plans that he and Carlos made earlier today. Honestly, they didn’t need an excuse to go clubbing, but if they had a reason to celebrate then all the better. “Please come.”

Mick didn’t like going out. You had figured that out pretty early on in your relationship. The club scene just wasn’t him. He’d so much rather stay in and order take out. His favorite nights were when the two of you would spend twenty minutes trying to figure out what movie to watch as the pizza got cold only to always settle on reruns of shows you’ve already seen.

But he loved you and saying no to you wasn’t something he could easily do.

“Okay,” his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, but as long as you were by his side tonight, he couldn’t complain.

You stood on your toes to kiss him, tuning out the rest of the garage, hell- the whole world, as his lips met yours. His grip on your waist tightened and it took everything in you not to pull him to the nearest washroom so you could have a bit more privacy.

“I love you,” you whispered against his lips. He squeezed your side again and repeated the words back. As he lowered his arms, you pulled your phone out of your pocket, instantly ignoring the texts from Arthur wondering where you had gone all race.

A simple instagram story post would answer his questions.

You’d just have to remember to post a congratulations picture for Charles on your feed later, otherwise he’d be bitter. He wouldn’t come out and say it, but you’d know.

“I’ll see you tonight,” you assured Mick and he was quick to give you one last peck on your cheek before you headed out the back of the Mercedes garage.

You showed up at Ferrari just as the pit crew was running across the pit lane to climb onto the fences, ready to show their support for Charles who would cross the finish line any second now. No one seemed to notice your disappearance.

Until you locked eyes with Arthur.

With his arms crossed against his chest, he slowly made his way over to you, eyebrows raised as if he was waiting for an explanation.

“What?” You asked, turning your focus to the screen.

“You were at Mercedes?”

“For a bit, yeah,” you shrugged, not wanting to make a big deal out of it. “I was with Mick, why does it matter? It’s not like I'm needed here anyway.” You gestured around the nearly empty garage and when you looked up at your brother, you could tell he was ready to scold you. “Look, today is about Charles. Can we just save the talking to for another day? The last thing I need is for either of us to be in a pissy mood before we go out.”

As luck would have it, Charles turned the last corner and was heading down the track at full speed. The crowd was going wild, cheering on the Monegasque driver. It was deafening and you knew that you wouldn’t get a chance to personally congratulate him until later.

You waited until he went to parc fermé before grabbing your bag and heading for the back door of the garage. Arthur grabbed your arm before you could go anywhere. He had this look on his face, assuming that you were on your way to see Mick again.

“I’m going back to the hotel,” you assured him, yanking your wrist from his grasp. “I’d rather not get lost in a sea of people today, Arthur. Come and knock on my door when you guys are planning on leaving.”

A flash of regret crossed his face, but it disappeared almost as quickly as it came. He didn’t approve of your relationship either, but he also knew how happy Mick made you. The only one who actually seemed to be on yours and Mick's side was Lorenzo, but he wasn’t there to back you up today.

“Oh and I invited Mick to come out with us,” you flashed Arthur a cheeky grin, but you were already way out of the garage before he could even think about arguing with you.

A few hours, five shots and a spilled drink or two later, you found yourself in the middle of a conversation with Lando and Oscar. The three of you were tucked away in the back corner of the VIP section, sitting on the purple velvet couches while the majority of the other drivers were either dancing or at the bar.

You were doubled over laughing at something Lando had said and your stomach was starting to cramp from how much the two McLaren drivers were making you laugh. The three of you were all struggling to catch your breath when the driver of the day showed up,

“What is so funny?” Charles asked, nodding his head to instruct you to move over so he could squeeze in between you and Lando.

What was so funny?

“Lando-” you pointed at the Brit, but for the life of you could not remember what the joke was that had you breathless. You eventually shrugged, “You just had to be here.”

You reached for your drink that was on the table in front of you as your eyes scanned the crowded club. At the same time, Charles was watching you and there was no way for him to ignore the way your features softened when you locked eyes with Mick who was standing off to the side chatting with Daniel.

He sent a wink in your direction and even in the dim lighting, anyone who simply glanced your way would be able to see your cheeks turn a light shade of red.

“What do you see in him?”

You snapped your head towards your brother, not a fan of his harsh tone. “I see everything in him. He means the world to me, Charles.”

“You barely know him,” Charles rolled his eyes and beside him, Lando and Oscar slowly inched away from your conversation. They both knew tensions were high when it came to your relationship.

“No, you barely know him,” you retorted. “You see him as a reserve driver for Mercedes and nothing else.”

“That’s not true, I also see him as an ex driver for Haas,” Charles argued back, earning a stifle of laughter from Oscar. You shot both him and your brother a glare before you stood up from the couch.

“Trouduc,” you spat. Asshole.

“Hey, Y/N, come on,” Charles chuckled, reaching for your wrist before you could storm off. “I just think you could do better than Mick, is all. You have a habit of falling too hard too fast and I just don’t want you to get hurt.”

“Thanks for your concern,” the sarcasm dripped from your words and you firmly ripped your arm from his hold. He let go of you at the same time and the momentum sent you stumbling backwards.

You were half expecting to lose your balance and hit the ground, but instead a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist before you could fall. You looked up to see Mick, eyeing you with concern. The second his line of sight darted towards Charles, it clicked in his head what had happened.

For months you tried desperately to get Charles to understand that you were happy and in love. You wanted your older brother to respect your relationship and actually support it, but it was starting to become draining. You were beginning to think he would just never approve.

“You alright?” Mick asked, and even though you nodded, he saw right through the act. He reached for your hand and squeezed it.

“Can we go?” You asked him, wondering why you didn’t take him up on his offer to just stay in tonight.

Mick nodded and he started to pull you in the direction of the club doors. You only got a few feet away from the VIP section when he looked over his shoulder, presumably at where Charles was sitting.

“Mick,” you urged, tugging on his hand, “Let’s just go.”

But he had stopped walking, “Give me one minute, okay?”

“No what are you-”

You couldn’t finish that question. Mick had already walked back towards the couch. You watched as Charles stood up when he approached, eyeing up the taller blonde. Mick had a few inches over Charles, but both of them were intimidating in stance.

From where you stood, you couldn’t hear what you were saying, but you could see Mick’s muscle tense. You could make out the lines in Charles’ forehead. When Lando and Oscar stood up as well, you could tell they were getting ready to intervene if needed, but you couldn’t bring yourself to cross the floor and get involved.

And then Charles stepped closer. There was only a few inches of space between the two of them now and you were praying that they both cared about their careers enough to not do anything stupid. The last thing you needed was for this to turn into an altercation and blow up on twitter.

Lando said something to both of them and Charles looked over at you. Whatever Lando said was all it took for Mick to back off and make his way back to you. He grabbed your hand, linking your fingers together. You hated the scowl on his face. Mick was never angry.

“What did you say to him?” You asked when you stepped outside. Mick pulled out his phone to order an uber, ignoring your question. You poked a finger against his chest, “Micky, what did you say to Charles?”

Mick sighed, sliding his phone in his pocket, “I told him that he had to get over himself and accept the fact that you and I are together.”

You raised your eyebrows, waiting to hear Charles’ response.

Reluctantly, he told you. “He said that eventually you’ll smarten up. You’ll realise that you can do a lot better than me.”

Charles’ words had gotten to Mick. You wanted to scream at your brother for being so blatantly disrespectful.

“Don’t listen to him,” you said quietly. “He’s taking the whole protective older brother thing to the next level and he’s just being an ass.”

“He’ll never approve of us together.”

“I don’t need his approval,” you assured Mick. But you were both thinking the same thing. You didn't need his approval, but you definitely wanted it. You hated that your relationship with Mick was putting such a strain on your relationship with your family.

The uber pulled up and Mick opened the door for you, letting you slide in first.

You rested your head on his shoulder, letting the silence fill the car ride. You pulled your phone out of your pocket and opened up Instagram. Mick chuckled when he saw what you were posting and you felt him smile against your hair as he kissed the top of your head.

The rest of your night with Mick was wholesome. You curled up into the hotel room bed and you put on reruns of an old sitcom, both of you pushing the interaction with Charles far from your minds.

It wasn't until you woke up the next morning and saw the dozens of notifications. Missed calls, tweet and texts. All of them drawing attention to the comment on your post from last night.

Your heart sank when you opened up the app and saw what Charles had commented in the early hours in the morning, probably when he was just getting back from the club, and most definitely too drunk to be on his phone.

You could only assume that he had meant to send the photo to one of his friends, or even Arthur, but instead in his drunken state, the intended private message ended up being a very public comment.

yourusername

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yourusername mon chéri🖤

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mickschumacher i don't speak french

yourusername use google translate dummy

paddockgf such cuties im obsessed🥹

sunshinelewis y/n leclerc is really out here living all of our dreams

charles_leclerc i reallt dont understand why they r together

yourbestfriend ... maybe because they're in love? try being supportive of your sister for a change landonorris too far charles, too far

You hurried to delete his comment, but at this point you knew half of the F1 media world had already seen it and the other half would hear about it before noon.

Your phone started to vibrate and you swallowed back a lump that had formed in your throat.

incoming call: charles

part 2 here part 3 here

requests are open

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Hey beautiful ❤️, I've been following you I think for almost about a year and this is my first time asking 😭🤣. But I'd like to request with multiple members with whatever Halloween theme of your choosing 💓. But if you can or can't that's totally super fine, I know how busy life is. I just really love your writing so much, so I think anything you write will come out perfect 💯💖.

i’m gonna pretend i didn’t blush and twirl my hair from you calling me beautiful ksksb omg ty for sticking around for so long :’) i’m really happy you decided to send me a request hehe. oooo multi member and a theme that’s up to me? you’re giving me sm creative control eeeeee :3 also pleasee you’re so sweet ??? thank you so much ;; <33 i hope you enjoy what i came up with ;)

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pairing: boyfriends! woosan x succubus! reader

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warnings: switch! san (just you wait <33), sub leaning! wooyoung, unintentional switch! reader (oh how the turntables…), mxm, pet names, praise, aphrodisiac (reader’s ~sex demon energy~ makes woosan horny hdjd), begging, teasing, kissing/three way kissing, spit kink, finger sucking, oral (giving), a mention of san’s beefy chest bc i have no self control, nipple play (m receiving), manhandling, fingering, cum eating, double penetration in one hole, creampies

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Wooyoung slowly woke up out of his deep sleep to a sensation like no other — a blistering fever that was making his body pulse with unexplainable pleasure. He shifted slightly, realizing his cock was enveloped in something so wet and so hot, it felt like he was about to melt into his bed sheets. He groaned, his voice deeper than usual, gazing down to see that someone, who he assumed was his boyfriend, was underneath the comforter giving him head. “Fuck, that feels so good, Sannie…I’m going to melt…”

“What feels good, baby?” San asked softly from beside him, pulling his loose tank top away from his flushed, sweat-covered chest to get some much needed air.

Panicked, Wooyoung whipped his head over to look at San, before ripping the comforter down and revealing just who was giving him sloppy toppy.

“Boo,” you responded, with your lips wrapped around Wooyoung’s shiny, twitching cockhead, using your hand to pump his slick length. “Don’t mind me.”

More dumbfounded than scared, Wooyoung silently studied your curly, ram-like horns, his toes curling from the sensation of you running your thumb back and forth over his slit, a few drops of pre-cum leaking out of the tip. “Wh-who are you?”

When you brought your hand up to one of San’s thighs to rub it, your fingers dangerously close to his cock, your spiked tail whipping around in the air, he asked softly, “What…are you?”

“Does it really matter?” you giggled, licking a stripe up Wooyoung’s shaft, delighted with the small whimper he let out, your fingers finding the bulge in San’s briefs and massaging the hardened outline of it, causing him to toss his head back into his pillow. “I’m just here to play with you both. Can I?

The feverish boyfriends turned their heads to look at each other, gazing at each other’s lips, not even having to say anything to know that they were thinking the same thing.

San pressed a gentle kiss to Wooyoung’s lips, smiling at him. “Tell her, baby.”

Flushed, Wooyoung turned to face you, his heart skipping a beat at the sight of your glowing eyes, his lips turning into a small pout. “Please play with us.”

Giggling, your lips curled up into a devilish smile, the tip of your tail drifting down Wooyoung’s chest, gently running your sharp nails across the grooves of San’s abs through his thin top. “Good choice.”

Positioned directly across from each other, with their legs loosely intertwined and their dripping cocks routinely grinding together, San and Wooyoung partook in a series of messy, desperate kisses, continually moaning onto each other’s tongues the longer you teased them.

With still enough room between their lower bodies for you to fit your head, you dragged your tongue up and down their lengths and up to their leaking tips, slipping your hand underneath them to massage their balls around, routinely squeezing the base of their cocks when they got too close to blowing their loads, granting you the opportunity to hear just how desperate humans can get when they want to cum.

“Pleassh, lemme cum,” Wooyoung whined, his words barely legible due to how intensely San was sucking on his tongue, looking down at you with teary eyes.

Despite how slippery they already were from your saliva and their dripping pre-cum, you sent a line of spit down onto their cocks to lube them up, making the couple groan wantonly, before you popped up, grabbing Wooyoung’s chin with your free hand and forcing him to face you. “Aww, you want to cum, baby? How bad?”

When San began to suck on his neck instead, Wooyoung gasped, starting to buck his hips up, pumping his cock in and out of your closed hand, encouraging San to moan and do the same. “So bad, please, I need it, need it so bad,” he pleaded, his eyebrows knitted together, his drooling mouth forming a small ‘o’.

“Mm, what about you, sweetheart? How bad do you want to cum?” you asked San, whose face was stuck in a tense, pleasured state, so desperate to cum he had pulled the front of his tank top over his head and behind his neck so that he and Wooyoung could play with his plump chest directly, their fingers rubbing circles around his nipples and pulling at them.

“So fucking bad, it hurts,” San grunted, beads of sweat cascading along his hairline, taking his eyes off of you to whimper at Wooyoung when his boyfriend began to flick his puffy, reddened nipple. He looked back at you with half-closed eyes, drool dripping past his swollen lips. “Please.”

Biting into your bottom lip, you gave yourself a pat on the back for deciding to climb through their window that night, your entire body vibrating from the sheer amounts of sexual energy they were supplying you with.

“You can cum now, you two. Go on.” Taking pity on the sweet couple, you grabbed their chins and brought their mouths back together, before reaching down to jerk them off with both hands, causing the men to moan, spasm, and continue thrusting their hips up, grinding their messy cocks together, until they painted each other’s bodies in white.

Taking San’s hand that was idly groping at his boyfriend’s body and instead guiding it to their cocks, letting him take over, you smiled at the sight of them kissing so fervently, despite already reaching their highs. “Want a taste of your sin, boys?” you asked sweetly, holding your cum-covered fingers up near their joined mouths.

San and Wooyoung looked at each other past their wet lashes, slowly allowing your fingers in between their lips, taking turns licking at them, occasionally sucking and dragging their tongues over one another’s to collect every last drop of their combined cum.

“So naughty…and so hard still.” You licked your lips at the sight of their pulsing cocks, knowing what you had to do next. “I’m gonna fuck the both of you at the same time, mmkay?” Facing Wooyoung, you climbed into the both of their laps and teased their tips with your dripping cunt, stopping to spread yourself open with a smirk on your face. “But, you need to get me ready first.”

San took the lead, reaching underneath you, his arm sliding in between your thighs, until he could reach your cunt with his fingers, rubbing your wetness around from behind, before slipping his digits inside you, pumping them in and out, making you moan. “You’re so wet, baby. Gonna take us so well.”

Wooyoung joined him, eagerly thumbing your clit, leaning into you to kiss and nip at your jaw, murmuring, “Please let us inside, baby. We’ll fuck you so good, I promise.”

At your limit, you lifted your hips up. “I want your cocks inside now,” you commanded, encouraging San to slip a third finger inside you instead, finger-fucking you so quick his hand began to cramp up, Wooyoung’s thumb pressing even harder into your clit. “Fuck–wait, didn’t you hear what I just said?”

San smiled against your neck, licking a stripe up your heated skin. “We’re just getting you ready, baby. Aren’t we, Youngie?”

“Of course, Sannie.” Wooyoung nodded, his wet hair bouncing along with his movements, leaning into your neck to lick, bite, and suck where San previously did, their fingers moving in tandem until you began to convulse.

By the time you came back from your high, you were immediately overwhelmed with the delicious sensation of being filled to the brim, your cunt stretching to accommodate the couple’s thick, veined cocks. “Oh my god, wow, that’s–”

“So good, isn’t it?” San interrupted, taking your whimpers as an invitation to plunge himself into your hole, unable to keep his hips from moving on their own, bouncing you so aggressively on his cock, he had to hold your hips in order to keep you in place. “How good is it, Youngie?”

“So fucking good, don’t stop,” Wooyoung replied in between breathy moans, not even having to move himself in order to feel mind-numbing pleasure, due to his boyfriend using your cunt like you were their own personal fleshlight.

San chuckled, the lewd, slick sounds of your cunt swallowing his cock over and over not loud enough to drown out the words that he whispered against your ear, “Wasn’t gonna.”

San wasn’t lying, you knew that for sure now, especially with the way he had you folded up, his hands locked into place where your legs bent, so that your knees were constantly bumping back into your shoulders. This position kept you from having any sort of control, only allowing you to take both of them inside until they decided you had enough. This alone, made your eyes roll back, falling apart for the nth time, not even knowing how many times they had filled you up. Another thing you weren’t aware of was the way San was watching Wooyoung’s cock slide in and out of your used cunt from over your shoulder, until he began to mutter dirty words to the both of you.

“Look at the way this pussy swallows up our cocks, Youngie. It feels amazing, doesn’t it?” San cooed, reaching over to run his fingers through Wooyoung’s sweaty hair who looked back at him and nodded fondly, their creamy cocks throbbing against one another, simultaneously nuzzling your heated cheek with his own, his fingers tugging at your tail. “Doesn’t it, pretty girl?”

“Yes…!” you cried, wrapping your arms around Wooyoung’s neck, hugging onto him, digging your nails into his back the longer San played with your twitching tail, making Wooyoung moan, so close to him that you both began to breath in the same air.

“Gonna cum again, baby? Because of the way we’re playing with you like this?” Wooyoung asked softly, caressing your flushed cheek, giving you a gentle smile.

“Uh-huh,” you whimpered, tears pricking the corners of your eyes.

Wanting to satiate his own desires, San interrupted your moment, pushing the back of your head towards Wooyoung, coaxing his boyfriend forward as well. “You should kiss.”

“Yeah,” you and Wooyoung agreed breathlessly, gazing at one another, before your lips collided together, eagerly exploring each other’s mouths until San tilted your head back towards him and brought Wooyoung’s chin close, prompting you to wait for his instructions.

“Open,” San commanded, his eyes upturned with satisfaction at the sight of your lips parting, tongues slipping out slightly.

San brought all three of your mouths together, your lips and tongues meeting in the middle, not even knowing whose tongue he was sucking the spit off of and whose lips he was biting at on account of being so lust drunk he couldn’t keep his eyes open.

“Ohh, fuck, ‘m cumming,” you moaned, barely able to verbalize your words with the way Wooyoung was shoving his tongue down your throat, your cunt constricting around the boyfriends’ cocks so tightly, they both choked out a moan.

“It’s so tight, oh my god,” Wooyoung whined, reaching out to intertwine his fingers with San’s, sloppily thrusting himself into you, eventually coating your inner walls with more white.

"Mmn, here’s another load for you, baby. Take it all just like the last ones, mmkay?” San chuckled into your ear, nipping at it, slowly pumping his release into your cunt with each slow, deliberate thrust, pressing his hands into your lower abdomen and rubbing it in gentle circles, wondering just how much cum Wooyoung and him had unloaded into you.

Filled to the brim with the energy you had sought out to collect, you dropped forward into Wooyoung, grateful that he gently held you back up, your thighs trembling underneath you. “Thank you…for the meal,” you sighed out, wiping the drool from your mouth, wanting to get up from the bed so that they could see that you still had your bearings, despite the fact that you were essentially paralyzed in their arms.

“No, sweetheart,” Wooyoung began, rubbing your thigh in gentle circles, licking at the mole on his lips.

“Thank you,” San finished his boyfriend’s sentence with a dimpled smile, patting your other thigh, his brown eyes twinkling.

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Lover: Chapter II

Authors Note: Hi guys this is chapter two to Lover if you didn't already go read the first part if you want 💗.

Warnings: fluff, LSU Joe, Smut, Spitting into mouth, I can't think of anything else.

Word Count: 1.9k

The Next Morning:

Joe wakes up the next morning, he checks his phone and receives a text from you.

He reads the text, good morning Joe...face time?, the text reads.

Joe's heart skips a beat as he sees your message, good morning , he text back with a grin on his face, face time sounds great, he text you before he taps the face time call button and awaits your answer, his excitement growing to see you with each passing second.

You answer, when you answer you are in your small bathroom in your dorm room curling your hair. "Heyyy", you say with excitement.

"Hey", he says with a warm smile. "You look beautiful this morning", he takes in the sight of you curling your hair, his gaze lingering on your beautiful face.

"You don't look half bad yourself", you say with a smile.

He laughs slightly, running his hand through his hair. "So, what are your plans for today."

"Hold that thought do you mind giving an opinion on an outfit." you smile.

"Sure," he says with a grin. "I'd be happy to help". He waits patiently as you go through your outfit choices, offering suggestions and compliments when prompted.

"So I was thinking either this blue flowy crop top with light blue ripped jeans or this orange crop top and dark blue ripped jeans".

"I think both outfits would look amazing on you, but since I have to choose...I think the blue crop top and the light blue jeans they just seem to compliment your hair better." He says with a big smile on his face.

"Aw thank you so much for helping Joey." you say.

"No problem," he says with a smile.

"What time is your practice at today," you say.

"Practice starts at 2 PM...I could pick you up after if you would like."

"How about you pick me up after practice and then we could go on our first date," you say with a smile.

"That sounds perfect," he says with a grin. "I'll see you after practice then." He gives you one last smile before hanging up the phone and heading to start getting ready himself.

After practice

As the practice draws to a close and he showers, Joe's heart beats just slightly faster with anticipation due to the excitement of going on a date with you.

He gets into his car and gets a text from you that reads, I am at this restaurant downtown i'll send you the location if you wanna meet here.

Sure, he replies.

He gets the location and text you that he will be there shortly.

15 minutes later

Joe arrives at the restaurant. He steps out of his car and fixes his shirt before stepping into the restaurant. He scans the restaurant searching for her familiar face.

You see him looking for you and do a small wave at him trying to catch his attention.

Spotting you waving at him, he walks confidently over to the table trying not to let his nerves show. As he approaches he says. "You look beautiful."

"Aw, thank you." you say blushing.

"So Joe...I was wondering if this date goes well if maybe you would like to be my boyfriend.' You pause before continuing. "I know it is a little soon but you seem really sweet Joe."

Joe's heart skips a beat at her question and he looks into her eyes searching for any signs of hesitation or doubt. Finding none, he smiles and leans in a bit closer to you. "We could give it a try I would love to be able to call you my girlfriend." He says with a smile on his face.

"You're beautiful," Joe whispers softly.

"Joe...you are so sweet," You say back to him.

"I'm just being honest," he replies with a smile. "I mean every word I say to you," He gently rubs her hand which is sitting on the table.

You guys finish up diner doing typical first date things like learning more about each other.

After Diner

"So do you maybe wanna meet up at my dorm. My roommate still hasn't gotten here yet so it is only me currently," You say.

"Of course," Joe respondes with a smile. "I'd like that very much." He takes her hand in his and squeezes it lightly as they head out of the restaurant and head to their respective cars.

"Alright bye be careful, just follow me okay," You say getting in her car.

At her dorm

They both enter your dorm "You can spend the night if you want since my roommate isn't here yet," You say with a soft smile.

The offer catches him off guard but in a good way. His heart pounds in excitement at the possibility of spending the night together. "That would be great," he manages to say, trying to calm his nerves. "Thank you."

"No problem," You say in response.

As they settle into the room, their connection growing stronger with every passing moment. They talk about their day, share laughs and secrets, and eventually find themselves lost in each other's eyes once more. (Authors note: sorry that was probably cringey)

"Is it alright if I kiss you," You say softly.

He nods yes and you lean in and start kissing him which quickly turns into a make out session.

As they tangle together in a heated embrace, Joe can feel himself losing control. His heart beats rapidly against his chest, every fiber of his being yearning for more. He deepens the kiss, losing himself in the sensation of her lips against his own.

As the passionate kiss intensifies, Joe's mind drifts back to the previous night. The memory of your moans and gasps echo in his ears, fueling his desire even further.

Feeling your body pressed against his, Joe's hands wander up her back and into your hair. He pulls away slightly to catch his breath but doesn't break their connection. His eyes search yours for any sign of hesitation or doubt before he leans in once more, hungry for more.

"I can tell you want something more Joe," You say smirking.

Joe's heart skips a beat at her words. "You have no idea," he whispers back, his voice barely above a whisper. He deepens their kiss once more, his tongue dancing with hers in a slow, sensual rhythm that sends shivers down his spine.

"Tell me what you want," You say seductively.

Breaking the kiss, Joe looks deeply into her eyes. His heart is pounding in his chest, and he can feel his blood pulsing through his veins. "I want you," he says softly, his voice filled with raw emotion. "I want you so fucking bad."

Hearing his confession, yourr eyes widen slightly before you lean in and kisses him again. This time, it's different—more intense than before. Their tongues dance together as they explore each other's mouths with newfound passion and desire.

"Do you wanna have sex?" You ask seductively.

As their kiss breaks once more, Joe looks deeply into her eyes. "Yes," he whispers back, his voice trembling slightly with anticipation. "I want to make love to you."

You both quickly strip down to being naked.

His heart is racing now, and he can feel himself growing hard with anticipation. He reaches out to touch you, running his fingers lightly over your stomach before trailing lower down her body.

You let out a low moan at his touch.

Feeling you moan beneath his touch, Joe's control begins to slip further. He kisses you deeply again, your tongues tangling together in a heated dance as he continues his exploration. His hands slide up her thighs, feeling the smooth skin beneath his fingertips.

"I can't wait any longer Joe." You say softly.

With one final look into her eyes, Joe gives in to the passion that's been building between you guys. He slides inside of you, feeling your tightness engulf him.

"Oh fuck," you moan so loudly that your neighbors could probably hear you but you don't care.

As he begins to move inside you, Joe's world narrows down to the feeling of their bodies connecting. He groans softly against yourr lips, his eyes closed tightly as he tries to maintain control.

With each thrust, Joe hits a new spot inside you that sends shivers down his spine. He picks up the pace, losing himself in the rhythm of their lovemaking. His hands move to grasp your hips tightly, pulling you closer as he drives deeper into you.

As yourr bodies collide, Joe's breathing becomes ragged. He can feel the heat building between them, and he knows you guys are getting close. With one final push, he buries himself inside her, feeling her walls clench around him.

"Faster," you moan loudly.

Feeling the urgency in your voice, Joe picks up the pace even more. His movements become erratic as he tries to find that perfect spot inside you again and again. Sweat begins to bead on his forehead as he loses himself in their passionate union once more.

You stick out your tongue insinuating that you want him to spit in your mouth.

His eyes widen slightly at this unexpected request but without hesitation, he complies, spitting into your mouth. It's messy and taboo, but he can feel the desire burning in both of them, and he can't resist giving in to it.

You swallow his spit while looking into his eyes.

"I am gonna cum Joe!" You moan loudly.

Joe's thrusts become even faster and deeper. He wants to feel your orgasm as much as he wants to releaseas well. "Cum for me," he groans, his voice hoarse with desire.

You release around his cock "Are you close, if you are let me suck you I want to taste your cum." You say breathlessly.

Feeling your walls tighten around him, Joe knows he's close. "Yes," he pants, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. He pulls out of her and you get on your knees and starts taking him in your mouth.

"Come on Joe cum in my mouth." You say between sucks.

Joe's hips buck as he releases inside your mouth, filling it with his hot seed. The sensation of yourr warmth and the suction around his cock send him spiraling into bliss. "Fuck, that feels good,"

You swallow every last drop of his cum while starting into his eyes.

As he feels his climax begin to subside, Joe looks down at you with a mix of pride and satisfaction. You both collapse onto the, their sweaty bodies pressed together as they catch their breath.

You kiss his forehead sweetly.

"That was...damn," he pants, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks. He nuzzles his face against yours, their hearts still pounding in unison.

You kiss him on the lips. "You are amazing Joe." You say smiling.

Joe blushes even deeper at her praise, his heart swelling with love. He returns the kiss, his mouth warm and tender against hers. They lie there in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow of their shared passion.

"So are you staying overnight." You ask softly.

"If that's alright with you," he murmurs sleepily against your skin. He nuzzles closer, already feeling the comfort of your embrace seeping into his bones.

"Oh it is definitely alright." You say as you move to lay onto his chest.

Smiling softly, Joe drifts off to sleep with your warmth surrounding him.

Authors note: I am sorry if this is bad (which it probably is) I wrote this at like 3 in the morning but I hope you like it 🥰🥰

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underoospeterparker · 8 months

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request ! peter (parker) has a photography class assignment and reader is the subject <3

this request has been here forever and i'm only getting to it now - this isn't proofread

snapshots - a peter parker x reader fic

"pete!" you called over to him, waving from your locker. as soon as he spotted you, his face softened and a wide grin spread on his lips.

"hi baby," he greeted as he made his way over to you, immediately reaching you to press a kiss onto the side of your head.

you pouted, asking quietly, "can i get another one?"

your boyfriend laughed softly. "so polite," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you, on the lips this time, and you sighed softly as he cupped your face in his warm palms. "i missed you," he said, smiling against your mouth.

after almost a year of dating, peter could still make your cheeks turn bright red. you blushed, suddenly shy as you replied, "i missed you too."

he wrapped an arm around your waist as you both started to walk out of the school, talking about nonsense that happened in different classes, and he burst out laughing when you mentioned how you gave flash so much shit in class for being such an asshole.

once he caught his breath, he mumbled a soft "that's my girl."

fighting back another blush, you asked, "how was your day? anything interesting happen?"

peter paused for a second, before saying, "we have a new photography project coming up." he hesitated, but you coaxed him into telling you more, big brown eyes wide and curious. "we have to choose a subject."

"you got any ideas?" you questioned.

he nodded, a serious look on his face. "you."

"huh?" your playful look turned confused, and you turned to face your boyfriend, stopping abruptly. "what do you mean?"

sensing your mood, peter stopped too, taking the moment to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. "you're my muse for everything, baby. and i want you to be the subject for my project. i wanna show the world how beautiful you are." he hesitated, then added, "if you're okay with it, of course."

"are you kidding?" you flung your arms around his shoulders, pressing your head into his sweater. "i'd love to, pete."

he beamed at your response, peppering kisses all over you once you pulled away. "thank you."

"so," you said as you reached for his hand, interlocking your fingers and squeezing them tightly. "when do we start?"

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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 1 year

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daylight - mat barzal

mat barzal x f!reader

warnings: swearing

in which they fuck around with fans

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barzal97: champagne problems

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fan1: fuck me

fan2: give us a warning sheesh

fan3: my post notifs are on and i still fell to the floor in maccies

fan4: i just died dead rip me

fan5: the lyrics of that song though...

fan6: and the ring on the necklace??? it's literally y/n's

fan7: but she's got a boyfriend

fan6: not unless mat has anything to say abt it i'd assume

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fan8: they make me so sad

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ynofficial: lover, you should've come over

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fan9: so we all thinking the same thing rn?

fan10:' 'will i ever see your sweet return?' and 'maybe i'm just too young to keep love from going wrong' is so them-coded

fan11: barzal97

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fan12: stop that's the pic from when she got in the car before awards night last year

fan13: he was looking right at her i remember it

fan14: it shouldn't be fair that he posts the hottest photos of him desperately in love and pining for y/n at the same time, it's an inner conflict

fan15: ynofficial ynofficial ynofficial

fan16: ynofficial ynofficial ynofficial

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ynofficial: and wonder about the only soul who can tell which smile i'm faking, and the heart i know i'm breaking is my own

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fan17: grow a pair already

fan18: WHAT OF THE BOYFRIEND???

fan19: barzal97

fan20: barzal97

fan21: y'all are acting like he won't have her post notifs on

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fan22: the significance of those photos have me bawling my eyes out

fan23: what happened?

fan22: on the left he got asked in a post-game interview how he felt when his gf was put on the kiss cam with another guy and on the right, in that video you could hear him say 'i need to check with the missus because i think this one's coming home with me'

fan23: AND THESE PEOPLE AREN'T TOGETHER????

fan24: ynofficial

fan25: mat, you brought out the cardigan voice notes. i'm unwell

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ynbarzalofficial: hi guys. it's come to our attention lately that there's been a lot of speculation in the media about our relationship, so we just wanted to pop in and clear some things up. first of all, mat and i have been together for eight years now, which was something we did not choose to disclose to the public immediately -- the irony is that that privacy backfired on us, because no, we did not break up; i do not have a boyfriend -- he is in fact my brother's friend and was helping us out with our new house. secondly...we may have been fucking around with you all and purposefully posting all those angsty cringey stuff to our accounts because we thought it was funny (and i am sorry about that), and that (big shocker)(take a deep breath) we have been married very happily for three years. third: watch this space for a surprise soon.

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barzal97: it was all my idea, and i have to say it went quite well; we got the privacy to enjoy our relationship without worrying about the pressures of the media. i can finally say that i am a very VERY happily married man. gosh i love my wife. that feels so good to say. and you wouldn't have a complete playlist of our relationship without the final song: daylight by taylor swift (and because we love it so much, add cowboy like me on there too). i can't wait to spend forever with you ynofficialbarzal and i'm so excited for the future. it feels so weird saying you're my wife on social media after we've been married for years already.

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barzal97: i was told to tag ninanow for this. i forgot to mention earlier (silly me) that we also have two kids! one of each and another on the way!! I'M SO EXCITED!!!!!! anyway, see you all in 2 years. i like leaving everything in shambles and ynofficialbarzal and myself will be watching twitter with a glass of wine (me) and a mocktail (yn)

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sunsetforsvt · 3 months

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"Hello Kitty lemonade"

photo credits: @shua-ssi!

established relationship, angst;

warning: sorry for any typos, unfortunately i'm not fluent in english :(

The delicious smell of coffee invades your nostrils as you enter your favorite coffee shop. Today the weather was perfect for a cold drink and you couldn't wait for your boyfriend to arrive, so you could continue the tradition of always choosing something new from the menu.

Sitting at a table near a large glass window, you enjoy the last rays of the afternoon sun while admiring the orange sunset. The landscape in front of you is lush, but your distraction doesn't last long before someone sits down in the chair opposite you.

"Y/N? Wow, it's been a long time! I can't believe I found you here!" You hear an excited voice and your eyes widen when you realize who it is.

"Ahreum? Oh my God, I miss you! You look so different! I haven't seen you since college." You look at him in surprise as you put your hand to your mouth.

"Yes, it's been a long time!" She laughs softly as she settles back into her chair. "What are you doing here all alone?"

"I'm waiting for my boyfriend." You give a shy smile and feel your cheeks flush at the mention of him. "Look, he's here!" The excitement is in your voice as you wave to your boyfriend.

Dino gives a big smile as he walks towards her, frowning as he notices a girl sitting in front of him.

"Hi love." You give him a big smile as you hug him tightly. "This is Ahreum, my best friend from college."

"Nice to meet you." Dino says shyly as he offers his hand in greeting.

"Likewise." Your friend shakes your boyfriend's hand briefly while turning to you. "Y/N, I didn't realize your boyfriend was such a brat. He looks so young, he could easily pass for your younger brother."

"Stop being annoying, Ahreum!" You roll your eyes as you realize that your friend is still just as annoying as ever. Ahreum has always had a bad temper, and your friendship only lasted so long because of your ability to ignore your friend's ridiculous attitudes.

"I want to order something to drink, I'm thirsty!" You pull your boyfriend over to sit next to you, picking up the menu so you can both carefully choose a meal.

"Dino, what do you think of hibiscus iced tea? It has a beautiful color, very eye-catching." You show the menu to your boyfriend, who takes a serious look at your suggestion.

"Calm down, his name is Dino?" Your friend asks and gets your confirmation in response. "Dino as in dinosaur dino? Oh my God, how old is this guy? Our friends would joke so much if they were here."

You hear your boyfriend clear his throat in an obvious sign of discomfort, but before you can say anything, he catches your eye and indicates another drink on the menu.

"Noona, could we try that pink Hello Kitty lemonade? I really want the glasses that come as a gift, look how cool they are!" Dino glares at you while pointing at the menu.

"I can't believe I'm witnessing this scene, Y/N. I thought I'd see you with an older man who looked after you, not a kid who orders Hello Kitty lemonade as if you were his mother." Ahreum grabs his bag from the chair next to him and gets up from the table. "I have to go, have fun playing dolls with your little boy. Bye Y/N, Bye Dino." Ahreum let out a disdainful laugh and walked towards the door.

"Bye, Ahreum." You wave goodbye, letting out a sigh of relief that Ahreum is finally gone.

"Y/N, I think I want to go home, I'm not feeling well." Your boyfriend closes the menu and his eyes water, he's sad.

"Why do you want to leave?" You take his face in your hands and look at him worriedly. "What happened? Why are you like this?"

He pulls away from your hands and looks at you with disappointment in his eyes, lowering his gaze he replies: "I guess I'm not good enough for you."

"You're perfect for me, love!" You try to get closer again by joining his hands with yours. "Why are you saying that? Is it because of Ahreum?"

"I was thinking about it before, but after she said all that, I knew for sure." He lifts his face to look at you and tears start to run down his cheeks " Y/N, I think we should break up, I'm not good enough for you. You should be with an older guy, someone who will take care of you the way you deserve. You don't deserve a kid like me, who's still learning what love is."

You widen your eyes and look at him paralyzed, you've been taken by surprise in this situation and you don't know how to react, is this all some kind of joke? You decide to organize your thoughts quickly and pull yourself together to give him an answer.

"Dino, we're not going to break up! I love you, I love you just the way you are! You're an incredible boyfriend and you're more than enough for me, I wouldn't change you for anything in the world." You wipe your hand across your face in an attempt to wipe away the tears that are flowing. "It was my fault, my mistake for letting Ahreum talk to you like that. Forgive me, love!" You squeeze your boyfriend in your arms as you feel the tears run down your face.

"I don't know what to say, I'm really upset right now." He murmurs as he circles his arms gently around her body.

"All right, you have every right to be upset. I just want to apologize, I promise it won't happen again." You turn away to look directly at him. "You can order whatever you want from the menu, it's on me today."

Your boyfriend smiled softly and pulled you in for a kiss, your lips meeting gently as you sighed with relief, the fear of losing him making you hold your breath and you hadn't even realized it.

"You're my little baby." He says, kissing her on the nose.

"You're my big baby." You reply, kissing him on the nose. "Now let's eat!"

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could you pls do a fake ig post with daisy edgar jones!? love ur work <3

day two of blurbs !! this has writing under the cut so don’t skip it just yet ! you know how much i love doing interview blurbs <3 i hope you like this

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harryfan1 i’m jealous of harry

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↳ ynfan2 they’re that annoyingly cheesy couple i love them

↳ harryfan2 BABIES

The video began with you sitting in a chair in the studio, with an excited smile on your face and ready to get on with the questions

"Hi I'm YN and I'm here with Elle UK to play 'Ask me Anything'" you introduced yourself as the producers told you to, the video then moved to show the first question.

"What's the funniest thing you've read about yourself?”

"There was something really funny that happened quite recently" you told the camera giggling a bit as you remembered said moment "I kept getting messages from people saying like 'oh my gosh congrats on your pregnancy' but I'm not pregnant so somebody came out with the rumor on social media and everyone thought it was real" you continued as you let out a small laugh, "The fact that I kept wearing baggy clothes didn't help at all I guess, even my boyfriend's mom Anne texted me about it. But just to be clear, I'm not pregnant, don´t believe everything you read on the internet, kids" you pointed to the camera as the video moved to show the next question.

"What's your biggest fangirl moment?"

"It was actually when I met Harry" your smile grew wider again, and anyone could tell how much you loved telling that story "He was in the room and I was like oh my gosh, I couldn't think of anything else, I went up and said hello and I was quite uncool, but we were both 18 and he was really nice to me even though I was clearly fangirling over him" the producers let out small laugh at your story, and you were pretty sure fans would go crazy over it "But we've been together for 5 years now so I think my fangirling charmed him" you winked at the camera, ready for the next question

"Who would you let tattoo you, Sebastian Stan or Andrew Garfield?”

"Oh my gosh if I had to choose between Sebastian or Andrew to give me a tattoo" you paused to think, not sure which one of your co stars would you trust with a tattoo "I feel like I would get a funnier tattoo from Andrew, but I trust Sebastian more with it, I feel like I could trust him if I couldn't choose, he would choose that was good for me" you clasped your hands together as you finished your answer, really satisfied with it

"What's the best thing about attending red carpet events?”

"I'm still getting used to going to red carpet events, no matter how many years you've been in this industry, you're never fully used to it" you paused "But I guess the good thing about them is that you're able to be there with people you love, I think everyone knows how much I love going with Taylor and Daya, and when It's even better when Harry is able to join me" you muttered with a smile, not hiding how much you enjoy talking about your boyfriend

"Name three celebrities, dead or alive, you'd invite to a dinner party"

"If I was having a dinner party and I could invite anybody, dead or alive, I'd of course have to have Sofia Vergara because I love her, she will make any party or event so much fun, and I would love to invite Heath Ledger because I always dreamed of working with him, and maybe Viola Davis, because Viola Davis is Viola Davis, so" you shrugged with a grin, moving to the next question

"What's the most difficult part of being in the public eye?"

"I think one of the most difficult parts about being in the public eye is that no one truly knows who you are but they all assume they do" the tone in your voice was a bit more serious, since this an answer you want everyone to understand "There's a lot of misconceptions or ideas that people ran with and you can't really shut them down" you continued "And when you're in a relationship with someone who's also in the public eye, that's hard too, we have people who constantly want a scoop on our private life and people who are not cool with us being together, that's something we have learned to endure all these years" you finished, hoping your answer doesn't start any arguments

"Whats your karaoke song of choice?"

"Okay It’s time to tell a secret" you changed the tone of your voice to make the moment sound dramatic "I actually won a karaoke competition once singing 'Go your own way' by Fleetwood Mac, I won a Chipotle gift card and It felt like winning a Grammy" the producers laughed again, your natural bubbly personality always making everyone have a great time "But I don´t know, I feel like now it would be 'Juice' by Lizzo because I love singing it while I'm cooking breakfast, and I love Lizzo"

"Where do you see yourself in 10 years?"

"There's a lot of versions I could see, but one that I for sure love to see happen is me creating an empire" you smiled into the camera "And, you know, I am rocking it as a producer and acting in great amazing projects, hopefully I have a stable life and family with the man I love and I can balance it all" you answered genuinely, not resisting the urge to mention your beloved boyfriend once again.

"How was your first meeting with Florence Pugh?"

"So the first time I met miss Flo” you paused and smirked at the camera, knowing too well that fans would instantly catch the meaning behind that nickname “Was at a get together that was organized by Greta Gerwig for the 'Little Women' cast" you began telling the story "She was really nice and since I didn't know anyone else I kinda stayed glued to her the entire evening" you giggled before continuing "But after that we became the best of friends, basically, and she knows I love her to pieces" you smiled and the video moved to show your final question

"Would you star opposite to Harry Styles in a movie?"

"I mean, I don't know how convenient would mixing business with pleasure be, you know what they say about that" you smirked, aware fans would rewind and screen record your answer at least a hundred times "But I would love to do a project with him, I'm so proud of how much his acting career has evolved and It would mean the world to me to share the screen with him" your words were laced with adoration, meaning every single one of them "So who knows? Maybe you'll see us together in a horror slasher soon" you winked and giggled, hoping your answer was enough to make fans go crazy

"Thank you for watching me play 'Ask Me Anything', I'm YN and I hope you enjoy 'Fresh', now streamimg on Hulu" you said your goodbyes with a smile and waving your hand, wrapping up the video.

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jiminiecrickets · 5 months

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How betrayed and hurt would jungkook be if he ever found out through his bf that a close friend of him and the guys came onto him very aggressively, as in actually trying to get him to leave jungkook. And how would he react? Could we maybe get a little fic based on that?

sfw. warnings for alcohol consumption, blood/wounds described, probable continuity errors, and bc i am bad at choosing names :[ iykyk whoops

2k words lol. this really is a 'little fic'

"you deserve better than him."

his words are like poison in your ears. even in your memories, you can't knock off the venomous edge of his voice seared into your head.

you should tell him. it's a moral obligation. you really, really should tell him.

but jungkook is so, so sweet and so, so kind. in some manners, he's naïve to the ways of love, averse to the concept of hook-up culture and the pressures of transactional sex. he needed physical intimacy in an ascending staircase: touches, hugs, kisses, then the bed. it was comfortable for him – it felt natural, a gentle progression.

it'd break him to know that his own friend, someone he graduated high school with, was trying to take you away from him for something so small as the refusal to let you see him bare.

you like to think of yourself as a non-confrontational person, but it's getting particularly hard when someone's making fun of your boy. he knows it's bad – that it's wrong. he only says anything when hoseok, taehyung, and yoongi aren't in hearing range.

you sit at the dining table, twisted halfway in a chair to chat with hoseok by the sink and yoongi struggling with brownies. taehyung is eating the chocolate chips straight out of the bag, much to yoongi's exasperation.

taking a seat next to you, hongjin places a hand over yours, itself grasping a short glass. a small puddle of golden whiskey remains at the bottom. your gaze flickers down, sharp and guarded.

he smiles, eyes glimmering. "you drink well. you should come out clubbing with us more often."

"thanks, but it's not really my scene," you reply, shifting your hand on top of your glass when he moves the bottle of whiskey closer and moves to pour some. "i'm good."

he sits back, popping the cork back into the bottle. he crosses his arms, smiling at you unsettlingly. you shift your overshirt tighter over your chest, as if you could defend yourself with it in some way. it's a little too warm with it, even with the sleeves rolled up to your elbows, but you're not taking it off. not now.

"taehyung! stop eating the chips! i need them right now and i swear, if there aren't enough left, i'm going to gut you like a fish."

"why do you even need them?" he pouts. "brownies are already all chocolate, you don't need more!"

hoseok snorts. "they're not even that tasty by themselves, taehyung. i have better chocolates in the pantry if you want them."

taehyung clutches the small white bag to his chest. "no. i like these ones."

"you're such a toddler, taehyung, just give me the bag!"

taking the opportunity of their commotion, hongjin leans closer and nudges your knuckles with his fingers, playful. he's tall, handsome, a nice-enough guy, but he can be a bit presumptuous at times – like his opinion is the only right one. there was a reason there was a group chat without him in it.

"so, you're not really planning on staying with little jungkook, are you? you're just his second boyfriend – ever. he's twenty-three and still cries easily. you're not worried that he's a bit, i don't know... immature?"

"no...?" you say slowly. "he can take care of himself, and he's a fast learner. he has an emotional insightfulness that i didn't have at that age. i don't see how such sensitivity is immature – if anything, i'd call it maturity."

he chuckles, shrugging. "yeah, okay. mature, but too shy to let you fuck him? it's, what – five, six months now? c'mon."

"five," you supply, voice flat. "what does it matter to you?"

he notices your grip on the glass, tendons tense and bulging against your skin. briefly, he lifts his hands in surrender. "relax, i'm just teasing. you don't think it's weird that he needs to be cosseted like that, though? that he's taking it – you – so slow that he can barely hold your hand in front of us without getting embarrassed?"

"i'm not cosseting him, nor do i care that his values are different from yours. you're—" you chuckle, gesturing discreetly "—you're doing the thing again, hongjin. the thing that makes people not like you."

he laughs and rolls his eyes, taking it more of a joke than you hoped. he has a dimple in his left cheek, and god, if he could just stop doing that single thing, he'd be so much more likeable.

"that really doesn't bother you? wow. you're, like, a paragon of patience. i could never. hey, listen," he leans in, "what do you do, then? when you wanna, but you can't because of him?"

"then i find that gratification elsewhere," you say with a hint of incredulity. what does he expect? "i'm very happy to wait until jungkook wants to, if at all. alright, i'm not for censoring sexuality, but can we talk about something else?"

"if at all? shit, man. you sure you don't mind? i could talk to him, if you like. maybe all he needs is a little push in the right direction. or, maybe you'd wanna set aside your baggage, go out and window-shop...?"

he smiles, coy. your grip tightens around the glass until it hurts.

lowly, you ask, "are you suggesting i break up with jungkook in order to find someone else to satisfy my need for sexual intimacy?"

he laughs. "oh, the way you talk – you sound like a doctor, or something. i like it." he shrugs, humming. "boiled down to its simplest form: yeah, i am. he's not good enough for you. surely a handsome guy like yourself won't have much trouble finding someone willing to go the extra mile, yeah?" he shifts back in his seat and spreads his hands, and you know for a fact that it's an invitation, a suggestion. you've seen that smile before, confident and assured.

he winks.

the glass in your hand shatters with a sharp crack and the tinkle of its shards hitting the table, rolling onto the floor, is melodic. a harp, perhaps, and a triangle.

in an instant, hoseok and taehyung are at your sides, frantically asking you what happened and inspecting your bleeding palm. yoongi rushes for clean cloths from the bathroom, returning just as you pick out a large shard of glass and whip out a tissue from the box on the dinner table. you place the bloodied piece on it, apologising to hoseok as sincerely as you can while trying not to lunge at the wide-eyed motherfucker across from you.

"i just set it down too hard, i think, i'm so sorry," you say as hoseok grabs a couple of tissues and brushes the tiny shattered pieces from your clothes. "ah, shit, got glass fucking everywhere..."

if he notices your unusual use of expletives, he doesn't mention it, telling you instead not to worry – it's just a cup, it's like seventy cents, at least we're all wearing slides.

you angle your gaze towards hongjin, and you take a sick satisfaction in the way he flinches from your eyes.

taehyung, the poor thing, is chanting hospital, hospital under his breath. as yoongi cups your hand in cloth to stop you bleeding all over the place, he takes you to the bathroom to wash the wound out.

plural, you realise. wounds.

"jesus, how tight were you holding that thing?" yoongi asks, staring at the separated edges of a large slash across your palm. the other ones are smaller, and you're surprised about how much it doesn't hurt. adrenaline does wonders for the human body.

"i think taehyung was right," you say mildly. "that one looks like it needs stitches."

"hold these to it and don't show him or he'll faint," yoongi orders, "and get into my car. i'll call jungkook."

—

with the speed jungkook gets to your home, it's as if he flew. he finds you seated neatly on the edge of the bed, flipping through a book with one hand.

"hyung!" he flies over, and you have just enough time to stand up before he's crashing into your chest. "when yoongi-hyung c-called me to say he was at the hospital because of you, i almost had a heart attack! are you okay? does it hurt? why are you here? what happened? are you going to die—?"

"calm – calm down, baby, please," you try, huffing a short laugh as he strokes your hair and guides you back down onto the bed. he cups your face, searching you for injuries the nurses might have missed.

"calm down," he squawks, "calm down? you were in a hospital! explain – right now!"

"you want the truth, or the truth i told the others?"

his grasp lessens slightly, his huge glossy eyes staring up at you with unshed tears. his chest heaves from his sprint down the block to the entrance. "th-there's a difference...?"

with your good hand, not wrapped in gauze, you stroke his wrist, leaning into his touch. you sigh. "you know how hongjin is, right?"

he shrugs. "well, yeah – bit of a bastard, like the rest of us."

"i'm afraid he's a different kind of bastard from the rest of you," you admit. "here – let me take your bag. how was class?"

"don't ask me how class was when you've only got one working hand," he snaps, wresting his backpack from you and dumping it in the corner. he drops back to the bed, collecting your hand in his and pressing it against his cheek. he pulls himself into you, legs tangled with yours.

you can feel his heartbeat through his back, quick and anxious like a rabbit. "i'm sorry, bunny," you say, the nickname rolling easily off of your tongue. he doesn't seem to mind it, and you continue. "you know how much i love you, hm? how you're my beautiful, perfect boy, and how i wouldn't change a thing about you for the world?"

he glances away briefly, heat rising to his cheeks for a soft pink glow. "yeah, hyung, you never shut up about it..."

"just making sure you know i have a crush on you," you tease gently, and he scoffs, burying his face in your shoulder. out of your sight, a big smile adorns his lips.

"sure, if i was dory or that guy from memento," he mumbles. "just tell me, please. why is your hand wrapped up in gauze?"

you pause. exhale.

he deserves the truth. the whole of it.

you cup the nape of his neck, playing with the soft hairs there, and he presses his forehead against yours, closing his eyes. he waits, patiently, for you.

"alright. hongjin seems to be under the impression that all romances require sex as a major component," you whisper. "he thinks that we aren't doing enough together, as a couple."

he clicks his tongue. "he thinks that because he's constantly searching for vulnerability he can control. why's he so concerned over us?"

here comes the hammer of dawn. "er... he wants us to break up... so he can sleep with," you wince, "me."

jungkook goes absolutely fucking still.

after several seconds, you pull away slightly, opening your eyes, but jungkook doesn't shift an inch. you're not even sure he's breathing.

"baby...? bunny, talk to me."

he sucks in a steady breath. "did you hurt your hand by hitting him, hyung?"

"no – no, i squeezed a glass i was holding too tightly and it cut me when it broke. i couldn't hurt your friend."

in one smooth motion, jungkook stands up. it's almost mechanical.

your gaze flicks down to his hands, clenched into white-knuckled fists at his sides. they loosen and tighten, and you get the distinct stone-drop feeling he's flexing his fingers to ready them. you fold a hand tightly around his wrist and give him a warning look.

"jungkook... whatever you're thinking, step me through it."

"you might not hurt a friend," he begins, voice uncannily smooth, "but that's why they say opposites attract."

#asks #jungkook x male reader #seven days a week

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dannystattoo · 5 days

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I Like Shiny Things but I'd Marry You With Paper Rings

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: None

We love a drunk Vegas Wedding 🥰

“This might be the stupidest thing you’ve ever suggested,” you rolled your eyes at your boyfriend as you stumbled through the streets of Vegas, both more than a little intoxicated.

“Did you say no?” Danny asked you, lacing his fingers between yours and swinging your arms.

“Well…no” you couldn’t stop yourself from giggling as you approached the gaudy Elvis themed chapel you’d found on Yelp.

“What’s so funny?” You were both laughing now.

“We’re gonna be such a cliche, oh my god,” the words came out slightly slurred. “We got drunk and ran away from our friends to get married in Vegas?”

“We didn’t run away from them, they wanted to go back to the hotel. They’re kinda boring, aren’t they?”

“Probably smarter than us. The drive to the show tomorrow is gonna fucking suck.”

“As long as I’m good to perform tomorrow and you’re good to come and watch,” Danny shrugged.

“Can I pass out on you in the bus tomorrow then?”

“Of course”

“Perfect. So…are we doing this?” You’d been standing outside the chapel for a few minutes now and had yet to go in.

“Ready if you are, babe”

“Danny we…we fucked up” you slurred slightly.

“What’dyou mean, honey?”

“We need witnesses, our friends left”

“Shit. Ok, what if we just grab a couple people, I’m sure we can convince someone into witnessing a wedding in Vegas.” Danny, being the charismatic motherfucker he was, found a couple who was more than willing to follow you into he chapel and witness the ceremony. You promised them you’d be in and out as quick as you could, knowing you only needed a couple minutes.

As you both spoke with the Elvis impersonator out front, you took a minute to thank your past self for choosing something cute to wear tonight. It wasn’t a white wedding dress (not that you’d wanted a white one anyway), but you had chosen a flowy black romper that you thought fit the part well enough. Danny had worn his typical outfit for nights out, jeans and a button-up shirt (which was currently about half unbuttoned), but he could have worn anything and looked perfect to you.

“Whatever service gets us out of here quickest. We promised these fine people we wouldn’t keep them for more than a few minutes.”

You followed the Elvis-minister back into the chapel, which was as tacky as you’d expected.

“So will you be doing your own vows, or would you like the traditional ones?”

“Ummm, traditional I guess, seeing as we don’t write any?”

“We’ll do our own,” Danny said at the same time.

“What, babe, do you have secret vows written or something?”

“No, but you’re absolutely not vowing to honor and obey me.” You nodded, not really able to argue with that point. You remembered when the topic of marriage had come up previously, you’d mentioned how much you hated traditional, antiquated vows and insisted you needed to write your own.

“You first, then”

“Ok,” Danny sat for a second, tongue dancing across his lips as he thought. You were about to give him shit for being so confident about pulling vows out of his ass, but you thought better of it.

“I’m not gonna come up with anything groundbreaking, but y/n, when I tell you meeting you was the best thing to ever happen to me. I promise you’re stuck with me forever, I’m not going anywhere. I’m always gonna support you in the same way you have for me with music, no matter what. I promise we’ll go to so many concerts togther, I’m gonna take you all over the world - some day, I swear I’ll be touring and you can just travel all over with me…if you want, that is. I promise I’ll always try to be home on Halloween, I have to spend your favorite day with you, I could keep going, but really I'm just gonna do everything to give you the best life I can. I love you so much, y/n”

Maybe it was the alcohol, as you weren’t usually an emotional person, but you caught tears pricking at the corner of your eyes. God, you didn’t know what you’d done to deserve someone like Danny.

“Well now I’m crying, you asshole,” you laughed. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to top that. I love you.” You suddenly realized you were most certainly still tipsy and you couldn’t think of a single other thing to say. Holding Danny’s hands, you leaned forward into his chest and started giggling.

“Danny, I wonder every single day what I did to deserve you because you’re too good for me. I promise to you’re stuck with me forever too, through literally anything. I’m always going to your band’s biggest supporter, I’ll never get mad at you for having to spend time in the studio or on the road, and I’ll be at every single one of your shows I possibly can. I’ll always watch your sports with you, even if I don’t always know what’s going on. I might even consider learning how to golf so I can do more than sit in the cart and look cute. I'll be up for any new adventure, and we’re gonna live life to the fullest, I promise. I don’t have words for how much I love you, how much you mean to me, and I’m never gonna stop showing you that.”

The ceremony finished a few minutes later, with Danny quite literally sweeping you off your feet when he could finally kiss you.

“Now what,” you asked once you’d left the chapel. It was the middle of the night, but being Vegas, you could have gone anywhere.

“Back to the hotel?” Danny looked at you with a smirk.

“Consumate the marriage?” you dished it right back.

“Wait, babe, we need rings.”

“What?” you were so caught up in the moment you didn’t even process what he was talking about.

“We never got rings. We need rings. Well, actually, I have a ring for you when we get home, but we need ones now.”

“Baby, no we don’t, we can always get them later. We’re legal, we don’t need rings. I will need you to back up though, what do you mean there’s a ring at home?”

“I was actually planning to propose to you sometime soon, I wasn’t exactly sure when, but I’ve known I wanted to marry you for a while. So there is a ring in my drawer, I just wasn’t sure when I wanted to do it. But then tonight I decided I didn’t wanna wait. I know I want to be with you forever, why put it off?”

“Babe, what the fuck.” You were absolutely speechless hearing how much this man loved you. You grabbed his hand and nuzzled your face into his chest.

“We don’t need a ring, but we can get one somehwere if you want. You need one too. You know what, we can get them when we’re home, I think it would be fun to keep this our little secret for a while.”

“You sure?”

“If you’re ok with that?” You immediately worried he thought you were ashamed that you’d eloped, or that you regretted it.

“Oh yeah, if you are. We don’t need to tell anyone til we’re both ready. I know nobody was expecting us to get married, we weren’t even engaged.”

You caught an Uber back to your hotel, you curling into Danny’s side the entire drive back. It was apparent you were sobering up, and the inevitable crash was coming. When you arrived at the hotel, Danny insisted on carrying you bridal style of to the room. You insisted right back that you could walk up, you were almost completely sober now, just exhausted, but he said it was part of the experience, there was no way he was going to make his bride walk up to the room herself.

The whole ride up the elevator, you were both ready to start going at each other, but sadly, someone else got on with you all the way up to your room on the top floor. The second the door was closed and locked, Danny threw you on to the bed and you reached up to pull him on top of you. Just as he’d settled his knees between your legs and practically attached his mouth to your neck, his phone started buzzing on the other side of the room, a call clearly coming through. However, neither of you registered it. Not even a minute later, your phone started vibrating and the only reason you noticed it was because you’d forgotten it was still in your pocket. You reached down, but didn’t bother to see who it was, throwing it on the nightstand. At this point you heard Danny’s phone go off again, and you both realized at the same time someone was definitely trying to get a hold of you.

“Go see who it is, make sure it’s not an emergancy.,” you sighed, letting go of his shirt you had been trying to finish unbuttoning.

“Hey man, what’s up, is everything ok?…you’ve got to be fucking kidding me, I’m kinda busy…ok, ok, fine, I’ll be to your room in five, you owe me.”

“Who was that?”

“Sam. Apparently he brought that girl he met earlier back to his room and the dumbass didn’t think to bring any condoms.” You couldn’t help the laugh that escaped your mouth upon hearing this.

“Go help him out, I’ll be here waiting, maybe get changed into something else for you.”

“Don’t, I wanna take you out of that myself,” he called from the bathroom. “Ok, I’ll be right back. Keep that on, Mrs.Wagner.”

“I love the sound of that, get your ass back here soon baby.” Oh, that man was going to run to Sam’s room and back.

Somehow, all of your rooms had gotten completely separated and Sam just happened to be multiple floors below you on the opposite side of the hotel, so it would probably be about ten minutes until Danny returned. Of course, the second he was gone, you were hit the same exhaustion you’d felt in the Uber and you decided to get comfortable for a few minutes. You’d wake up the second Danny was back, you knew it. Of course, you’d underestimated how tired you were and within minutes you’d passed out.

“Babe, I’m back, sorry about the -“ Danny found you curled up in bed, arms wrapped around the pillow and fast asleep. He smiled to himself, taking in how adorable you looked and thinking about the fact that he was going to get to come to bed with you every night for the rest of your lives. He striped down to his boxers, not caring about putting on anything else.

“Babe….baby…y/n?”

“Hmmm?” you answered, half concious.

“Let’s get your PJs on, huh?”

“No, I’m good,” you said, rolling further into the bed.

“You sure? You couldn’t stop complaining about having to wear a strapless bra all night.”

“Fine, you’re right.” You slowly, begrudingly, sat up, and let him help you get your romper off and change into one of his t-shirts.

“Not what I had in mind when I said I wanted to get you out of that,” Danny laughed.

“Sorry,” you said, already feeling yourself falling asleep again.

“It’s ok, bug, we have literally our entire lives.” He laid down next to you, pulling you right against him. You curled up right against him, tangling your legs in his and tucking your head into his chest.

“I’ve said it so much tonight, but I love you so much,” you said, slurring your words now to to sleepiness rather than drunkeness.

“I love you too, Mrs. Wagner…god, I’m never gonna get tired of saying that.

“I’m never gonna get tired of hearing it.” That was the last thing you said before you fell asleep, happie than ever about your drunk, impulsive decisions.

#danny wagner #greta van fleet #greta van fic #daniel wagner #danny gvf #danny wagner x reader

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 6 months

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For Jack, maybe he’s taking care of reader when she’s sick and she’s worried about getting him sick but he doesn’t care

"Urban says get better soon." Jack slipped his phone in the pocket of his sweatpants as he walked into the living room. Urban called to check in with you before the headed out to the first of many Halloween parties tonight. Jack had declined his invitation, choosing to spend the night in with you. You were laying under three layers of thick blankets, still shivering as you suffered through your third day of the flu.

"You should go out tonight with them, babe. I know how much you love Halloween." You grinned as you rubbed your nose with a tissue, layering on the sarcasm, because you knew Jack couldn't stand Halloween. "I don't wanna get you sick. You're supposed to go to London next week."

This time you were serious. As much as you would love to be cuddled up to your boyfriend while he nursed you back to health, you would never forgive yourself if he had to miss a work commitment because of you.

"Bold of you to assume I'm here for you." He plopped down on the couch, pulling one of your blankets over his legs as he pulled you into his side, planting a kiss on your forehead. "I can't go out tonight. I'm a celebrity, baby, there would be chaos." Jack chuckled as he shoved a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

You rolled your eyes and let out a big sigh at his arrogant show. You knew it was all an act, because Jack was one of the biggest scaredy cats you had ever met, jumpy at the smallest sound or movement, and that was only magnified on Halloween.

"Oh, how could I forget, Mr. Hollywood. What movie do you want to watch?" Jack shrugged, lifting his feet onto the coffee table. "I'm up for anything."

"Let's watch my favorite: A Nightmare Before Christmas." You grabbed the remote and scrolled through the movie choices.

"That's not scary is it?" You saw Jack's eyes grow wide from the corner of your eye, his fingers intertwined with his beard, a tell that he was nervous.

"Are you asking if a movie with the word 'Christmas' in the title is scary?" You sniffled, patting his thigh.

"It also has the word Nightmare in it." Jack countered, his voice an octave higher than usual. He grabbed your hand, squeezing each finger individually, something he also did when he was nervous.

"I promise to protect you. You're a celebrity after all, wouldn't want anything to happen to you." Jack scoffed, but also pulled you in closer to him, resting his head atop yours.

About 30 minutes into the movie you started a sneezing fit, one right after the other. You sat up to blow your nose, groaning at the congestion in your chest. "I can barely breathe."

"Want me to get you some more cough medicine?" Jack rubbed your arm sympathetically.

"Yes, that would be great, babe. Its in the bathroom, top drawer to the left of the sink." Jack jumped to his feet, and walked to your bathroom to retrieve the bottle.

You knew you had about 30 seconds to put your plan into motion and scare Jack. You just couldn't resist. It wasn't your fault that Jack happened to fall in love with someone obsessed with Halloween. Scaring him was inevitable. You tucked a couple of pillows underneath your blankets to look like you were sleeping beneath the covers, and then you moved to hide behind the couch.

Right on schedule, Jack returned less than a minute later, whistling to himself as he rounded the corner to your living room.

"Babe, I wasn't sure which medicine you wanted, so I just brought both bottles I found." He stopped when he realized you were sleeping. He gently placed the medicine on the table, sinking onto the couch next to you. You cover your mouth to hold your giggles, feeling a cough travel up your chest.

Jack leaned over closer to what he thought was you. "I know I joke about it, but truthfully, I'd get sick a hundred times if it means I get to spend time with you", he whispered, trying not to wake you. "There's literally nowhere else I'd rather be."

You felt bad, but knew you had to commit to the bit, purely for a laugh. You jumped up from behind the couch, placing your hands on Jack's shoulders. "Boo, Jack, Santa Claus is gonna get you!"

"Aaaah!" Jack scrambled off the couch, landing across the floor on his hands and knees. He laid on his back when he realized it was you, flipping you the middle finger. "You fucking suck!"

You bellowed over in laughter, your face turning bright red, as you let out a deep chest cough.

"How much did you hear?" Jack asked, as he pulled you into a hug, clapping you on your back.

"You mean did I hear you say how much you looovvveee me?" You teased him, cupping his cheek.

"Well, I didn't mean any of it. I don't love anyone who scares the shit out of me." Jack pushed his bottom lip out in a pout, hoping to garner some sympathy kisses from you.

"I'm on my deathbed, babe, you can't be mad at me." You snaked your arms around his neck, playing with the curls at the back of his head.

"Well, when you put it like that, I guess I forgive you, and of course I love you, babe." He leaned down to give you a kiss but you turned away. "Jack, sick." You backed away from him, shielding your face as you landed on the couch.

"If you don't give me a kiss, I take it all back." He climbed on top of you, sending you into a fit of giggles as he tickled your stomach. You quickly gave in, giving him a quick peck on the lips.

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jamdoughnutmagician · 9 months

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Long Distance Love (18+)

Steve Rogers x Female Reader

Word Count:1,000

Summary:Steve misses you whilst out on a mission. As a result some flirty text messages and phone calls are exchanged between you two.

Warnings: Smut, sexting, phone sex, breeding kink mention, if I've missed anything that you want tagged please let me know.

Authour's Note: I posted this on my Ao3 page back in 2021 when I had just started writing x reader fanfics, so the writing quality is not the best.

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Steve heaved out a heavy sigh as he dropped his body on the slightly uncomfortable bed in the room of the motel he was staying in, his muscles sore and tired. He'd already showered and changed out of his stealth suit and into some much more comfortable grey sweatpants, choosing to forgo a t-shirt since it was just him alone in his room.

Sitting up against the pillows and headboard of the bed, he turned to look at the digital clock on his night stand, his thoughts turned to you, with a bit of luck you would still be awake at this time. Reaching for his phone sitting next to the clock on his night stand he unlocked it and immediately started scrolling through his contact list until he came across your name.

He hated leaving you to go on missions, and just wished that he didn't have to be hauled up in some cramped motel room, and that he would much rather be back home snuggled up with his girl in his arms, naked bodies pressed up against each other and limbs tangled together.

His thoughts of you turned from sweet to dirty rather quickly as his was cock pressing underneath his sweatpants as he started to type out his text message to you. An anticipation for what was about to happen.

Swiping his fingers over the keyboard of his phone, he typed out his message.

'Miss you so much, babygirl. Wish you were here with me.'

Steve waited a few moments for your reply, but nothing. That wouldn't do. He had to change tactics. Steve was nothing if not a man of strategy. Closing the text app, he swiped his finger over the screen, tapping on the camera icon. This would get your attention, that he was sure of.

Wriggling to tug his grey sweatpants and black boxers down his thighs, he wrapped one of his strong hands around the base of his impressively hard length, and snapped a picture with his phone in the other hand.

He sent another text, with the picture he'd taken as an attachment, he awaited your reply.

Not a minute later, he received your reply, only not in the form of a text, but a phone call. His phone vibrated in his hand and your name flashed across his screen. He accepted the call right away, not passing up on the opportunity to her his girl's sweet voice.

"Steve." You started. "What are you doing sending me things like that? aren't you supposed to be on a mission?" you chuckled.

"The mission's going slow, 'sides it's only really just retrieving intel" he drawled out.

"you didn't answer my question, why'd you send me that picture, baby?" you retorted, a teasing tone lacing your words.

"I missed you, missed your soft skin and beautiful smile. Missed the little noises you make when when you cum" he said lowly. "I'm going to fuck my fist for you, babygirl. I want to know that you'll be touching yourself too."

His whispered words of encouragement was all that you needed before you were slipping your hand into the waistband of your panties and rubbing slow circles around your clit. Continuing with pleasuring yourself, you let slip a moan from your lips, which did not go un-noticed by your super-soldier boyfriend.

"There's my babygirl, I love the sounds you make, God I wish I was there with you, baby.." he rasped out his voice thick with arousal.

"Tell me what you would do if you were here." you came back.

"I'd have you laid back on the bed, all naked and spread out for me. I'd get between your legs and eat you out just how I know you like..wouldn't stop until you've cum all over my face." the sounds of his own self pleasure clearly audible through the phone. The sounds of his slick fist sliding up and down, moving over his cock ringing in your ears.

deciding to change the pace of things, you slip two fingers inside yourself, gasping at the feeling of the pads of your fingertips rubbing against your sensitive walls.

"I wish you were here too, Stevie..I miss your fingers inside me..mine just aren't the same" you mewled.

"I'll be back before you know it baby, I promise. Keep going, you've got me so hard, baby." his breath was ragged at this point, you knew he was close.

"I know your close, Stevie...I want you to cum for me" the evidence of your approaching orgasm present in your voice also.

"You're close too, babygirl, I can tell. You know I'd fill you up so good babygirl. You'd take my load, let me fill you up, let me make you a mommy..." That was the final straw for both of you.

Steve came with a chain of curses leaving his lips. You came with a breathy moan eacaping your own lips.

Both of you laying there in silence as your both your orgasms subsided, You were the first one to break the silence.

"Were you serious about that last thing you said, Stevie?"

"What, baby?" The question hangs in the air.

"About wanting to make me a mommy?"

"Serious as anything, Baby..I want us to be a family. I want to watch you grow big and round with my kids. 'Wanna watch your tits fill with milk..god you'd look so hot all swollen and pregnant."

"I want that too Stevie...I'll hold you to that Captain Rogers, as soon as your back we can work on putting that little plan of yours into action"

"Thank you for this, love you so much, Babygirl. I'll see you soon I promise"

"I love you too, Stevie. Be safe." with that you hung up the phone and let your head rest amongst the pillows and drifted off to sleep, dreams of you, your Stevie and the family you would have together making a shy smile appear on your lips.

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orangesaek · 1 year

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Have you seen that tiktok where someone's boyfriend asked for lunch and the showed it off to his coworkers/friends so proudly?? Kinda like an unboxing video lmao

( https://www.tiktok.com/@barstoolsports/video/7136210152868351274?lang=en )

I was hoping you could write a scenario where Mark ask if you could bring him lunch and he gets so happy he shows it off to everyone, doesn't even want to eat since he wants to keep showing it off:) I love your writing and hope you have a good year ❣️

hi! omg i'm so sorry this took so long 🥲 i hope you're still around to see this & let me know what you think 🥲🤍 oh, and i wish you a wonderful year 💕 i've never come across the vid, but I watched it before writing this! thanks so much for the reference 🤍 it was really cute 🥹

a/n: slightly proofread (my brain's not really in perfect condition to review everthing sorry)

It was already way past lunch time, and the guys of 127 have yet to eat something after breakfast—especially Mark, who probably felt the hungriest out of everyone (alongside Haechan, since they chose to sleep some more and skipped breakfast that morning).

Although you have reminded Mark time and time again to never skip his meals and to eat on time as much as he could, you couldn't really blame him for choosing sleep over food though. You understood how hectic his schedules have been lately, and there's not much you could really do about it.

You knew how much of an actual foodie Mark was. He was the type of boyfriend to send you links to new restaurants for your next date, or send you recipes to whatever delicious food he ate overseas and asks you to cook them for him. So to know that he hasn't been eating properly lately got you worried. He must be extremely exhausted to prioritize sleep more.

And that's how you ended up visiting their company with a lunch box for him in your hands that day.

You walked your way to the front desk and greeted the receptionists warmly. Being Mark's girlfriend wasn't an enough reason for the company to give you access to his workplace whenever you wanted, that's why whenever you had to give him something whenever he's at work, it's either you give it to him prior or one of their managers will come to get it for him.

"Hi, I'd like to leave this for NCT's Mark." you said as you placed a paper bag on the marble desk. The receptionists smiled awkwardly before looking at each other with hesitance in their eyes.

"We're so sorry, ma'am, as we are not allowed to keep gifts or anything at all for the artists." one of them said, and you nodded in understanding.

"Oh, no, it's alright. I understand. One sec," you said before taking the paper bag off the desk and getting your phone. You smiled quickly at them and took a mental note of the questioning looks on their faces as you dialled a number. Of course, you couldn't just straight up tell them you're actually Mark Lee's girlfriend.

"Oppa~ how are you?" you greeted on the other line. "I'm glad to hear that. I'm doing just fine. Actually, I have a small favor to ask..."

You glanced back at the receptionists and gave them a shy smile before placing your attention back to the call.

"I'm really sorry. I know you're probably busy right now, but I'm actually down here at the front desk with Mark's food." you said quietly. As soon as the call ended, you turned around to face them again and gave them another smile, to which they smiled (rather unsurely) in return.

You looked around and found an empty seat around the corner and made your way there. You took out your phone again and looked at your lockscreen. It was already lunch time, but knowing how their practices go, they were probably still too far from taking a break. But that didn't stop you from smiling widely at your phone.

Your lockscreen was of Mark in a green shirt with a guitar. It was when he had called you in the middle of the night to sing you a lullaby when you texted him that you were too stressed out to have a good night's sleep. You guys weren't even dating yet back then, but it was one of the countless times he showed you just how much he really loves you.

Not long after, you heard footsteps coming nearer to where you were seated, and looked up to see their manager greeting you with a smile.

"Hey," he said as he opened up his arms for a hug. You smiled back and stood up to return his hug. "Mark would have been really glad to see you."

It was no secret that you have gotten along really well with their managers. They were like the reliable and wise brothers you never had, aside from the other NCT members. And Mark was thankful for all of that.

After exchanging conversations and saying thank you, you went on your way. You took out your phone and sent Mark a text, letting him know that you have dropped by and that their manager picked it up for him. With a smile, you went back home, excited to receive a reply from your boyfriend.

"Excuse me, sir? Who was she?" one of the receptionists asked as the manager walked pass by them to the elevator. He stopped in his tracks and gave them a small (but polite) smile.

"Her? She's Mark's girlfriend. Better remember her face for next time." he quickly said before proceeding to the elevator, chuckling to himself at the surprised looks of the receptionists' faces.

Their manager quietly went back in to the practice room with Mark's lunch on his hands, and placed it on an empty table. His arrival went unnoticed by the members as they were too focused on monitoring their dance in the laptop.

"I just hope the food won't get too cold..." he sighed quietly as he looked at the guys who have now walked back to their formations and started practicing again.

"Hyung, can we eat after this? I'm starting to feel dizzy," Jungwoo told their dance teacher as he held onto his stomach and patted it gently, indicating that he was getting really hungry. The other guys mumbled to themselves in agreement.

Their dance teacher nodded and asked for the boys to do one more round of practice before letting them go for a break, telling them to resume practice in 2 hours.

As soon as the music ended, all of the guys let out a sigh of relief, including their manager, who couldn't wait to let Mark know that you have dropped by with his lunch.

"I'm gonna order some Chinese food. What do you guys want?" Taeyong asked as he went to his bag and took out his phone. The other guys, except Mark, have told him what they wanted to eat. Taeyong looked at him, waiting for his choice of food.

Mark just finished wiping his sweat off with his towel and hung it around his neck.

"Oh, me? I don't know... I think I'm just gonna skip lunch today." he said quietly. The guys looked at him in worry. They all knew he hasn't eaten anything the entire day. Yuta was about to protest when their manager walked towards them, holding a medium-sized paper bag.

"I'm afraid a certain Mark Lee's not skipping lunch today." their manager said as he held out the bag in front of Mark, and placed it in his hands. Mark just stared blankly at the bag, not really sure why it was handed to him. Their manager chuckled lightly and gave him a light pat on his shoulder.

"A beautiful lady dropped by a few minutes ago to give this to you." their manager said before giving him a knowing smile. Mark's eyes widened in realization and grinned widely. The other guys have started hollering and teasing him, with Taeyong saying something along the lines of, 'baby Mark's so loved'.

"Thanks so much, hyung." he said. Mark was still smiling to himself when he realized you might have tried giving him a call or sent a text message. He quickly went over to where his bag was and took out his phone, chuckling quietly to himself as he saw your name in his notifications. He bit his lips, smiling, as he read your text message.

'Hey, cutie. I hope your day's going well ♡ I made you lunch and dropped by the company earlier. Your hyung-nim came down to meet me. Anyway, eat well, okay? Stop skipping meals or else >:('

Mark sat down the floor and placed the paper bag beside him as he typed in a reply, completely ignoring the teasing remarks of the other guys (to which they eventually just let him be and continued on with their food hunt using Taeyong's phone).

'Hiiiiii :) we're having our break atm :)' he replied before sending in a couple more follow-up texts.

'I wish I could have seen u today :( but thank u for dropping by :') and for my lunch :')'

Mark opened his camera app, held the paper bag close to his face, and took a selfie. He went back to the messaging app and sent you the picture.

'I'm sooo so so super-duper lucky to have u :((( i love u so much ♡'

'but what do u mean by or else?'

"This is just one of those days I wish I had a girlfriend, too." Doyoung mumbled to himself quietly as he looked at Mark's happily-in-love face. Unfortunately for him, Johnny heard him clearly and started teasing him.

"I can help you create a Tinder account, you know." Johnny said, raising his eyebrows teasingly. Doyoung just frowned at him in response before playfully punching his arm.

"Melkkk~ we're gonna order some dessert. Want anything?" Haechan called. Mark turned his head to face the other guys who were crowded around Taeyong, and shook his head no.

"What are you having for lunch?" Jaehyun asked as he laid down on the floor.

"Oh, right. I haven't opened it yet." Mark chuckled to himself. He found a small box at the top, a bento box below, some disposable utensils, and a small vacuum flask on the side. He took out the contents and carefully placed them on the floor.

The guys quickly gathered to where Mark was, feeling intrigued by what he's having for lunch. They all knew how good of a cook you were, and they were excited to know what was on the menu today.

"Start with the small box, hurry!" Haechan said rather impatiently.

"Just let him be." Doyoung reprimanded lightly, although he was just as curious as Haechan was.

Mark opened the bento box and gasped loudly, with the others gasping along after seeing what you have prepared.

"OMG! It's so cuuute!" Jungwoo exclaimed as the others smiled in agreement.

"Dude, if I were you, I wouldn't dare destroy this masterpiece." Johnny commented. Mark just smiled even wider, feeling his heart full of love. He grabbed his phone from his pocket and took a picture of the food. He was about to send you the picture when you sent in a reply.

'excuse me? I'm the one who's lucky to have you >:*'

'and i love you too, but if you don't finish your lunch, no sexy time for you, Mr. Lee >:('

The guys whipped their heads when they heard Mark giggling to himself as he was typing away on his phone.

"Okay, I don't want to feel extra single today, so I'm gonna go away." Haechan said jokingly after looking over at Mark's phone and reading your reply. He stood up and made his way to the couch as the other guys followed suit, (im)patiently waiting for their orders to arrive, completely leaving Mark in his own world.

'oh no :(( i can't live without our sexy time :'( i gotta make sure no grain's gonna be left uneaten then' Mark replied, still smiling and giggling to himself. He placed his phone on his thigh as he took the small small box and carefully opened it.

Mark let out another gasp as he covered his mouth with his hands. The guys craned their necks from the couch in curiosity.

In the box was a small cake with a watermelon design on it. Small hearts were also drawn around it.

"Awww~ guys, look! Look! It's a watermelon cake!" Mark proudly showed off to the other guys, to which they grinned at how cute it was.

Mark took a picture of the cake and sent it to you, also asking you if you were the one who made it as he knew that you were also quite skilled in baking.

'yaaasss :'> u like it?' you replied.

Mark couldn't help another smile to form on his lips. He couldn't count how many times he has smiled in less than 30 minutes. All because of you.

'awww how perfect could u get :'( told u i'm super duper lucky to have u :'( thanks so much, my love ♡♡♡'

Mark took the spoon was just about to start digging on his lunch when he stopped to admire it again. For the nth time that day, he let out another smile. He set the spoon aside and grabbed his phone again to send you another text.

'babe, i'm sorry, but i can't bring myself to eat this :'(' he replied before sending you a picture he previously took of the food.

'look at this. who in their right mind would eat this pretty little thing, really :( i should have this framed or something'

Mark stared at his lunch as he waited for your reply, still admiring the food you had prepared for him. His lunch actually consisted of some of his favorite dishes, including the kimchi jjigae that was in the flask (which he has yet to open, by the way). You knew much he loves it.

Meanwhile, the other boys just quietly looked at Mark, feeling the overflowing love you both had for each other.

"If it was any other day and I didn't know why he's being like that right now, I would say he's gone crazy." Haechan said quietly but just enough for the other guys to hear him.

"Well, we can't really blame him for being crazily in love with his girlfriend. I mean, I would too if she was my girl, to be honest." Taeil commented, a soft smile forming on his lips as he looked at Mark's still-smiling face. The others just nodded in agreement.

Mark quicky picked up his phone when it vibrated, signalling a reply from you. He opened the text message and chuckled softly at your reply.

'just eat it. i'll make you a prettier one next time, don't worry :*'

'don't text me until you're done eating >:( with proof!'

Mark typed in an 'okay' with a lot of heart emojis before putting down his phone again and looking at his food. He grabbed the flask, opened it, and giggled in delight at what he saw.

"Guys," he called as the tried to show them the contents of the flask, and the other members looked at him in wonder.

"It's kimchi jjigae, my favorite!!!" he shouted while his members just laughed heartily at his excitement. They were happy to see Mark so happy.

Mark was about to put the paper bag away when he saw a small folded paper left inside. He wondered what it was and took it out. It was a letter you wrote for him, and Mark smiled softly as he read the message.

"To my one and only love, Mark. I wish you nothing but good health above anything else. Even though we couldn't possibly be together all the time, I hope you know you're always on my mind :) words just cannot express how much I love you, my cutie little watermelon boy ♡"

Mark placed your letter on his left chest, feeling so grateful to experience this kind of genuine love from you, his first-ever girlfriend, and also hopefully his endgame. He has made it his personal mission to make sure he's gonna spend the rest of his life with you.

Haechan let out an exasperated sigh and abruptly stood up from his seat, both hands on his hips. The guys whipped their heads to him, clearly puzzled, including Mark, who was still holding your letter close to his heart.

"Hyung, do you want us to feed you or something? Coz your food's getting cold. Like, seriously. I'm concerned."

- end.

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