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mywritingonlyfans · 8 months

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Your girl. // Alex Turner X Reader! (Smut)

prompt: alex feeling a little insecure about being right for her and her assuring him.

words: 3K.

warning: it's mainly riding him, bites, choking, cockwarming, and some more... well, it's my regular soft/sexual smut.

He wasn't angry with you, but he seemed distant, lost since he returned home. The cigarette dangled lazily between his fingers, and he was far from actually smoking it, the ashes accumulating excessively before falling into the air. His arrival and immediate move to the balcony made you wonder if he might be avoiding you, although it wasn't hard to tell he was uncomfortable within himself. "Al, babe," you held the dress, struggling to unzip it completely. "Could you help me with this?" A furrowed brow and a heavy sigh. He was irritated, yet he discarded the cigarette before coming over to you. You found it endearing how he kept the smoke away from you, always managing to disappear with it whenever you approached him, as if instinctively protecting you from it.

His cold fingers brushed your skin, tracing the zipper of the dress and slowly undoing it. He pulled the fabric gently, pressing his lips to the exposed area and kissing softly, immersing his nose in your scent, eliciting a smile from you. It was a familiar routine, like something done without conscious thought, yet something both of you enjoyed immensely – it was involuntary for him. "You know, I've started buying more zip-up dresses just to get those kisses when you need to take it off," you remarked with a playful grin.

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You nestled between the sheets, free from the dress and feeling lighter. Alex wasn't any different; he was covered from the waist down and bare-chested, his arms up in the air. You curled up against him, seeking comfort as if you were two pieces of wood generating sparks, which elicited a laugh from him. He still felt like he was in another world, but being there with you was enough. You wanted to ask, wanted to know how to ease his mind, but you didn't want to pry and potentially make things worse. He lay there, looking tired, perhaps it was just his social battery that had drained, though you didn't quite believe that. When he closed his eyes, holding you tighter, you let it be; maybe he just craved silence after the hectic day you both had. You wrapped one leg over his waist, burying your face in his neck, letting his warm scent lull you to sleep. Thin sheets were the only barriers between you in the warm night, and being able to feel the texture of his skin and his arms around you made you feel relaxed and oddly secure. It was the purest sense of feeling at home.

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Your eyes slowly opened, as if in pain. What was warm and comforting had turned cold and irritable; Alex wasn't there. You wrapped yourself in the sheet, huddling a bit before noticing the balcony light on. With lazy steps, you made your way there. He, too, had the sheet covering his lower body, a cigarette in his hand. The scene amused you, its dramatic flair matching his, and he noticed you there, not shivering from the cold but from the lack of clothing. He seemed even more exhausted, with swollen bags under his eyes and flushed cheeks from scratching, a sign you had learned to interpret as him overthinking. He had been fine in the morning; you knew he had become like this due to something at the party.

"May I?" You gestured towards his lap, and he chuckled so sweetly that you began to wonder if it was all in your head. Maybe it was just insomnia, right? He nodded. "It's okay if you want to be alone, babe," you persisted, but he assured you it wasn't necessary. Once again, it was just layers of sheets separating you both.

Before you could even rest your cheek against his chest and have him wrap you in a tight embrace once more, he took one last drag from his cigarette, even though it was barely lit, and stubbed it out, placing it aside before planting a kiss on your head. As your hips moved in a slow, tentative yet persistent rhythm and his strong hands held you close, he chuckled, making you laugh a bit too and apologize. He claimed it wasn't necessary, and as you looked at him, your excitement faded; you knew he was still bothered by something.

"Al, babe, what happened? Did I do something wrong?" Your eyes were concerned, so far calm, and Alex felt guilty about that. The problem wasn't with you. "Not you, princess." You nodded, and he pressed his forehead against yours after kissing your nose. "It was something from the party, wasn't it?" You tried again; he needed to talk about it, to stop you from feeling like it was your fault. Still, it was something so minor that he didn't feel like burdening you with it. "It's..." He paused thoughtfully, swallowing hard before continuing, "it's kind of a trivial thing."

You gazed at him, letting him know that your full attention was on him, and lightly kissed his nose. "It's clearly making you sad, so it's not something unimportant." Your fingers intertwined with the curls at the nape of his neck, and your body nestled closer to his. He relaxed in the not-so-fancy chair, surrendering to the comfort of having you in his lap. Even with the sheet, it was obvious you were naked, and his luck seemed endless that you felt so at ease with him. It was unsettling because he was aware that you loved him, yet he still occasionally spiraled into anxiety over the thought of losing you.

You displayed patience, exactly what he needed, a few more minutes under your soothing touch until his mind felt lighter. "I think it's just me, insecurities and all," his voice sounded weak and drawn-out, his hand covering his already flushed face.

You breathed in, forming a smile. Was it wrong to find that cute? "No way, Al." You lifted his chin to meet your eyes, and then noticed the welled-up tears, silent but somehow even more distressing. "Alex, babe, you should have told me," you whispered, not quite sure where to take this conversation. You held him in a tighter embrace as he struggled to fight back tears. "I think it's just my own insecurity, it has nothing to do with you. I don't want you to think that way." He shook his head, and you let your fingers trace his chest, following the path from his chest hair to the necklace around his neck.

"That's good, Alex. You can always talk to me; I wouldn't think any less of you for it, just as I don't now." You used the edge of the sheet to wipe his face. In return, he nuzzled your collarbone, gently biting it until he heard your relaxed sigh. It was intimate and timid, but it was exactly what both of you needed. He held onto your waist, his touch delicate, and reached for the upper parts of your breasts. Your hands lightly tugged at his hair, making him look at you so you could understand him better, until your mind was flooded with how vulnerable he seemed, how easily he could be hurt, and it made you feel a little guilty.

"I'm afraid of suddenly not having you, as if you'll slip through my fingers. I hate not having enough time for you, hate 'earing the sadness in your voice over the phone when you miss me and I can't do anything about it. You were so happy tonight with me, and it ‘urts to think I'll be without you for so many months soon. I know you deserve someone better, someone who fits you more, but I don't want that someone to not be me." He let out as if he was expelling all the toxic air from his lungs, his eyes even sadder than before. The fluidity of his words told you that this had repeated so many times in his mind that there was no space left for punctuation when he voiced it out.

You were speechless, your own eyes misting over. You didn't fully grasp it, but you knew you would try and make it better. He buried his face in your chest amid the sheet still covering you, his soft hair and light body surrendered to your embrace. "You've never failed me, not once. I don't want anything else... I don't want anyone but you." You felt helpless, unable to completely fix or improve the situation. Even your words trembled as they left your lips. You kissed his head, holding onto his arms and letting him stretch out comfortably on the bench. His body was relaxed, and he was a bit vulnerable, yet he still looked at you with affection. His head might be in a daze, but he trusted you. You felt more at ease, seeing that he felt comfortable after sharing this with you, even though it had burdened him. You chuckled softly, and he mirrored your laugh, soon melting as your lips brushed against his, warm and tender so far urgent.

You leaned against his shoulders, lifting your hips and then adjusting to him. The fabric was still a barrier, and your intention was simply to tease him; he gasped into your mouth. "I wish your mind would be kinder to you, Alex." Your voice caught in your throat, and he slowly opened his eyes as if he hadn't realized he had closed them. He seemed a bit sulky, his face and hair still disheveled from sleep. You were equally lazy. Your fingers danced along his jawline, your eyes meeting at the same level, then moving to his broad shoulders, your nails lightly grazing his pale, soft skin. The thought of the future marks you would leave, combined with your rubbing against him, heightened the butterflies in his stomach. He already felt breathless.

Alex was easy to handle, though you might not have noticed that this was true only with you. He was well aware. His pink lips parted as if to say something, but a soft moan cut him off as you pressed your hips between his and moved up and down. There was a mix of characteristic morning excitement and the view he had of you. You could feel him well, his entire length, as you excited yourself while lubricating him. Mornings often felt more needy, and both of you knew how to play into that, but this time it was your turn to take advantage.

His hands went to your waist, gripping it, understanding better than to disrupt your rhythm. He agreed that it was about what you wanted to do with him. Your palm followed his, the sheet slipping down a bit, granting him a better view, though not completely revealing everything. The tips of his fingers traced you slowly, appreciating every detail. He looked at you, his face flushed, and it made you smile. You kissed his shoulder and neck while making him harder and more aroused.

He held you even tighter, your chests touching, every inch of skin connected. You entwined your fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, pulling firmly and feeling yourself getting wetter as you saw his hair standing on end as you brushed your nose against him and dragged your teeth along his skin before biting him firmly and leaving with wet kisses. The low groan and his eager hips were so satisfying for you. "Trying to kill me?" he looked at you with clear desire in his eyes, his lips slightly swollen.

And you kissed them, his smile soft as he felt your touch. Your warm tongue met his until breath became scarce, and he was left with a series of your kisses and nose nuzzles. In the final one, you gently sucked his lower lip, biting it hard, and he whimpered, gripping your thigh in approval. You chuckled, a bit smug, and it indeed made him feel good, seeing you so confident. "Not really, more like showing you just how much I'm your girl." He nodded, even rosier now. At that point, you were perfectly aching, pulsing, with your head throbbing for him. Alex noticed how your knees were spread around him, focused on the movement centered at the same spot repeatedly.

"I know you are," he said, low and tender. You pressed your hand gently against his chest, pushing him back so that his head was supported. "Can you say it?" He ran his thumb over your lips, finding comfort in your sweet smile. You lifted your hips quickly, although to him it seemed in slow motion due to his neediness, and kissed him with the same intensity as before. You straddled him calmly, patiently, painfully, as his sighs were overtaken by you. He slid easily inside, and soon you felt comfortable, filled completely. "Tell me I'm your girl, Alex," you were breathless, that much was clear, and you paused, needing to adjust for a few – he was quite a thing to be taken. He chuckled, a guttural sound that vibrated through his chest, a bit too addictive considering you were so close to him. Your fingers traced his neck, almost begging for more, and he held you to stabilize you, not that you were going anywhere. He was so lost in you that it was difficult for him to form coherent sentences from the words that left your mouth.

"You're mine, babe." His raspy voice was a breath, his eyes still shining with desire. "You're my girl." He chuckled lazily, your eager hand tightening around his prominent veins, making him sound a bit breathless at the end. He was so hot and entirely yours. "I like that,"

"Do you, babe?" He gently guided his hand along your leg, his thumb reaching your clit and moving in slow circles. You moaned in relief, helping you endure him better. You let your forehead touch his, peppering his face with affectionate kisses. Gradually, you pressed tightly against him, adjusting your hips to favor your movement. His broad hands roamed around you, feeling your lower belly fill as your rhythm grew more forceful. Holding onto the sheet wrapped around you, he kept you close and firmly pressed against him. His body trembled, his eyes closed, clearly surrendering to the sensations, yet he couldn't take his eyes off you, your breasts following the rhythm, and how entangled you were with him.

He was losing control of his breathing, and you weren't faring much better. He kissed your collarbone, trailing the tip of his nose along your skin and stopping just below your breast. Repeating what you had done minutes ago, he bit into your flesh with desire, then planted heated kisses over the marked skin as your moans escaped quietly. Your nails dug into him, and by now, his hands were defined by the lines of the sheet he gripped so tightly. "Fuck, babe," he groaned, mouth slightly open, his head thrown back on the support. Tears growing in his eyes.

You leaned over him, resuming your attack on the sensitive skin of his neck, a territory you knew well. You allowed for friction against your clit with each movement of your hips, noticing him growing more restless. Your own body was involved in spasms, and you maintained the pace he wanted. You gave him what he needed, letting him have you fully, and brushed the messy hair from his face, granting you a privileged view of his features. His grip on you tightened, and as you grew more breathless, he corresponded appropriately to your stimuli. It didn't take long for your bodies to collapse against each other, your face buried in his neck, muffled moans escaping your trembling legs and weak knees. He held you even tighter, peppering your forehead with more kisses, lost in your breathless state nestled against his chest.

The sounds of your breathing mixed together, still leaving him a bit dizzy, but in a good way. He pulled the sheet over both of you, and as he unwrapped the mess, he saw that he had torn the fabric at some point. His cheeks flushed as he heard you laugh. He held you in his arms, your bodies connected, and brushed the hair from your face. Your voice was still dizzy as you said, "I must be really good at this," he chuckled softly. You were cradled in his arms, attached to his hips. He pushed the hair away from your face, and your throat was still dry. "You truly are," he affirmed, a loving gaze fixed on you.

A soul-warming silence enveloped you, comfortable and cozy. You could feel him growing solid hard within you once again. He didn't have much energy left, and you were almost falling asleep from exhaustion. This was evident in how gently you clung to each other, avoiding any sudden movements. Taking comfort in this, he stayed inside you, warm and somewhat snug. Your delicate hands encircled his waist, his arms covering you and keeping you pressed against him while the sheet did a good job of covering your bodies. You looked at him briefly, wrinkling your nose as you heard the hoarse groan escape him with your abrupt movement. Whispering, you said, "I hope this was enough to quiet your mind a bit. I don't like seeing you upset." You buried your face in his neck again, intoxicated by his scent. He observed you, realizing how foolish he was, yet there you were. "You're perfect, my dear," he said, feeling your laughter and how at peace you were wrapped around him. You were clearly a rational part of him, and he had no reason to deny that. Yes, you had quieted the noisy voices tormenting him.

"I'm your boy, all yours," he breathed into your ear, burying his nose in your hair and planting kisses on you until you fell asleep, so then the intimacy of the moment may allow him to drift into slumber while holding you.

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1d1195 · 2 years

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To Be Loved

Notes/warnings: I don't have time to write anything that anyone probably wants to read right now. Here is the song I've been listening to on repeat for the last week and a half. Angsty themes are present.

She nodded and looked up at him. “Please don’t leave me,” she begged so brokenly. “I know that’s terrible of me to ask you—”

“I will never leave you, m’love,” he said simply. She nodded, her eyes welling with tears again. Harry brushed them from her cheeks as they fell and she didn’t speak again. He pressed his forehead to hers. “You’re mine,” he said simply.

Last night / confidence was shaken / my wounds, and my past was saying “no one should ever love me like you do”

Harry walked into their shared apartment prepared to argue. It was how every single night began when he came home late from work. He didn’t like working late. Of course, he didn’t. He would much rather be home with the sweet love he adored so much. He wanted to shower her with love and affection.

But there were bills to pay and they didn’t have that kind of time to lounge around like some of their other friends who didn’t need to work as many hours as they did to afford the lavish lives they lived. Harry loved his career; it was endlessly rewarding to work with kids and adults alike to put families together and mend broken homes...but he wished it paid more. She wished the same of her own job; “do it for the outcome not the income” was a mantra in schools and her very own mantra as well.

They simply wanted time for one another. She couldn’t pick up extra hours like Harry could. So, he did the extra working, and she did the household chores and care. It was exhausting on both fronts, and it was rare she would be awake when Harry arrived home—drained from school and then chores.

Harry would be drained too, hopeful that maybe they could watch a show together or enjoy a meal together. It had been weeks since that had happened on a weeknight. It was hard to live as if they only existed together on the weekends.

That was the cause of the argument the previous night. It left for a silent day—no text messages, no voice messages, no tagging each other in funny pictures on social media. So, Harry was ready for another round of arguing. He was sure it would happen.

But instead, she was sitting there on the couch waiting expectantly, looking toward the door. “Hi,” she said so softly it barely reached Harry’s ears.

“Y’okay, kitten?” He asked softly at the sound of her gentle voice. The need to argue dissipated. She was all that mattered. He stood by the door afraid to really move beyond the entry way. He kicked his shoes off as she nodded.

“Yeah,” she swallowed. “Just...missed you,” she whispered brokenly and looked away from the door where Harry stood. “M’sorry,” she sniffled.

“Whoa, hey,” he said hurriedly and dropped his bag. He noted the folders spilling out of the bag and spread about the floor, but they didn’t matter at that moment. “Kitten,” he said and crouched in front of the sofa. He put his hands on her cheeks and brushed his thumbs along the tears that began to roll down her face. “Hey,” he repeated and brushed his thumb on her lower lip. “S’matter, m’love?” He asked.

She took a shaky breath in. “I thought you weren’t going to come home,” she croaked. “I worried all day.”

“Oh, baby,” he frowned. “M’sorry. Why didn’t you...” he stopped his own question. He knew why she didn’t text him or call him. He didn’t call or text her for the very same reason: they were both stubborn and the argument from the night before tainted everything.

“Then why don’t you just leave?!” She shouted. Harry felt his heart ice over and he stopped yelling about how she was always sleepy. How it sucked being trapped in this cycle of not seeing each other because it was so expensive to be alive. The idea of leaving her never crossed his mind. He never really understood why they argued. It seemed futile. It didn’t seem like anything would resolve the issues. It was just time. Time was needed for their positions to move up. She was finishing her second degree that would give her a bigger pay boost. Harry wouldn’t have to work long hours forever. She could get a second part time job or tutor. She had lots of time off due to school vacations. Harry wouldn’t be stuck doing the grunt work for the rest of his career.

But to hear her asking him to leave made him break. He stayed silent. He stared at her for a prolonged moment. Didn’t say a word. She was taking heaving breaths. Harry simply walked away, closed the door to their bedroom and went to bed.

“Kitten,” he cooed. “Baby, I...” he shook his head. “I can’t leave you. I don’t want t’leave you. Could never...” he promised and she sniffled, her breath catching in her throat as she inhaled shakily again.

“M’sor—”

“Baby, s’okay,” he promised bringing her toward him. “M’sorry, too. Behaved like a proper arse,” he murmured into her hair. She shrugged against him.

“M’always tired,” she reminded him. “I never see you,” she whimpered. He shook his head still.

“You’re always busy, kitten,” he said knowingly. “S’not your fault. I shouldn’t have gotten s’mad. I jus’ miss you, too.”

She nodded and looked up at him. “Please don’t leave me,” she begged so brokenly. “I know that’s terrible of me to ask you—”

No one should ever love me like you do / While I’m on this road, you take my hand / somehow, you really love who I really am / I push you away / still you won’t let go / you grow your roses on my barren soul

Harry’s hands tightened on the steering wheel. Just another thing that went wrong. The stupid piece of metal not turning over made him want to scream. “Harry,” she said gently.

“Kitten,” he shook his head. “Don’t,” he muttered bitterly.

She pressed her lips together nervously. He got out of the car after popping the hood and fiddled with a few pieces not fully sure of what he was doing but figured it couldn’t hurt. He swore and smacked the hood shut and pounded his fist against it angrily.

She hurried out of the car and came to his side. She reached for his arm and he shrugged her off. “Hey,” she said softly.

“Kitten, this is—”

“Hey,” she repeated. “Stop,” she said and forcefully grabbed his hands in hers. He felt himself melting almost instantly at her touch. He leaned against the front of the dead car on the silent road. “S’okay.”

“It’s your birthday,” he muttered.

She shrugged. “I just wanted to be with you,” she reminded him. She wedged herself between his knees and leaned toward him. “You’re the best gift of all,” she promised.

He thought about how much the repair would cost. How much time would have to be spent away from her to take care of the cost. How much time and money he couldn’t save for a ring that deserved to be on her finger.

And all she could think about was him.

“Why d’you even love me?” He muttered.

“I think you hypnotized me,” she joked. He didn’t even crack a smile. He felt miserable. If this was anyone else, they would have high tailed it out of here long ago. He had seen it before. “Hey,” she whispered.

“If y’were smart you’d leave me,” he mumbled. She brought her face so close to his and peered upwards to his withdrawn and defeated face. She smiled.

“Good thing I’m stupid, then,” she smirked again.

He rolled his eyes. “You really love me? Poor, broke, dead car and all?”

“And more,” she promised.

Harry felt the warmth of her words spread through his body. When they had spent a rare Sunday in bed staring at each other and enjoying their presence together in the quiet, chilly morning she said his fingertips spread warmth through her that it felt like how she imagined wildflowers grew in places that didn’t deserve growth. He didn’t understand a thing about her imagination. Didn’t know how wildflowers could grow where they didn’t belong.

His hands moved to her hips and pulled her closer to him between his legs. “I think I just fell more in love with you.”

“Surely there’s not much “more” left,” she smirked.

“You keep surprising me too,” he said, finally smiling.

“I’m so in love with you, Harry Styles.”

But when she loved him anyway, he thought maybe wildflowers could grow where they didn't belong—like in every inch of Harry’s broken and tired soul.

The way I push you through it / what you had to see / I’m a trainwreck / I’m a mess / you see the best and the worst of me / still I can’t imagine that I’ve earned your trust / I don’t understand where your love comes from

Like most things they did, it was just the two of them. She wore a stunning dress that didn’t trail behind her but anyone that looked at her would surely follow her with their gaze until she was physically not in view. With her hair pulled into a stylistic crown around a river of curls she looked like a picture out of Harry’s history textbook from university. She resembled a Greek goddess. Harry couldn’t stop staring at her even if he wanted to. Handsome as always she felt like the first time she laid eyes on Harry back in college. Effortlessly good-looking. His hair, his eyes, his smile, his tall frame all overwhelmed her senses in the best possible way. She couldn’t look away from him then and she couldn’t look away from him now.

They stood together in front of the town clerk, hand in hand. They were quiet and he watched her bite her pretty lip out of the corner of his eye. He squeezed her hand pulling her from her thoughts. Turning to look at him, she tilted her head curiously. He smiled so gently it crushed her. His cute dimple piercing his cheek and subsequently her heart.

When Styles was called Harry winked at her. “Last chance,” he said softly squeezing just below the fake diamond she picked out at Pandora on her left finger.

She shook her head at him with an eye roll. “I’d like to see you try.”

He chuckled. “No way, kitten,” he promised, and he watched her cheeks pink with the words he spoke. She was so, so stunning.

They gazed at each other while the clerk went through the legalities of the union. “Do you want to exchange vows?” He asked.

She glanced at Harry nervously. “I don’t...” She shook her head. “I don’t have anything prepared...I don’t—"

“I’m a mess, kitten,” Harry began, overtaken with how much he loved her and how this didn’t matter at all. He just wanted her to be all his forever and ever binding and legally. “You love me anyway. I promise I’ll love you forever. Loving you has been the easiest thing I’ve ever done. Through all the bad and all the good. I’m so very grateful to have you.”

She blinked and Harry watched the tears fill her vision. He brought his hand to her cheek and hovered his thumb over her lash line waiting for the tears to fall. “If you’re a mess, I’m a trainwreck,” she whispered. He smiled and shook his head. “I love you so much,” she promised. “I always will. I trust you with my entire life and that’s not an easy thing for me to do. You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me. If I could, I would marry you every single day for the rest of my life and nothing else.”

Harry swallowed the lump in his throat and nodded. He could feel his eyes stinging with his own tears imagining her in thousands and thousands of dresses getting married all over again every single day. The idea made his heart thud loudly in his chest. “No one has ever loved me like you do,” he said.

“I don’t know how you love me so much,” she smiled so sweetly.

He sniffled and nodded blinking back the tears. “I really do,” he promised. “I don’t know how you put up with me.”

“S’the easiest thing I’ve ever done,” she answered.

“I love you.”

He pulled her toward him so he could press a kiss to her forehead. “I think we’re ready now,” he murmured to the clerk with a smile.

He smirked at Harry and nodded. He turned to the sweet girl first. “Do you take Harry to be your husband?”

“I do. Forever and ever.”

Harry couldn’t tear his gaze from her for a second. He remembered saying “I do,” as well, but it was overshadowed by their first kiss as husband and wife.

There was no party, no family, no presents.

There was some champagne—the good kind. They fed each other cupcakes she had made the night before and he licked the frosting from her lips as he kissed her over and over on their old couch in their apartment. He couldn’t stop looking at her.

She took his tie off and loosened his collar. Her gaze didn’t break from him for a second and she forwent her heels and snuggled against him in the couch cushions in her fancy dress. He pulled some bobby pins from her hair, releasing the trapped curls and up-do so she breathed a sigh of relief.

He kissed her so deeply she could feel it in her toes. When her tongue brushed against his lip teasingly, he felt the heat of her love from it pore through his body and reach every inch of his veins. It warmed him from the tip of his toes to the roots of his hair.

They put on a show that they didn’t watch. Instead, they stared into each other’s eyes not saying a word. They fell asleep on the couch in their wedding clothes. And that was it.

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promitto-amor · 7 months

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Opportunity

It's been a WHILE since I was on Tumblr, but I find myself inspired to write and Mark Hoffman reappeared in Saw X at the most opportune time...

Summary: Mark Hoffman has a special interest in the Rook at his precinct. After she blows off post-work drinks for a date, Hoffman can't let the opportunity to make a move pass by when she turns up at the bar with a familiar date.

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x Ivy Reeves (original character)

Warnings: Language!

There aren't nearly enough Mark Hoffman fics out there so this is my contribution. Who doesn't like a jealous Hoffman hmm? Ivy is mine from a fanfic I never finished years and years ago. I've brought her back for this one shot because she needed a name for this fic to work. Please feel free to insert your own name! This is pretty PG for me! Also I will forever headcanon that Adam lived. 👀

Mark didn’t like work drinks. Ever since he had been converted, the thought of alcohol always turned his stomach to lead. The temptation to once more travel down the path of blackout nights was always too great and Mark had to keep his wits about him.

He couldn’t afford to slip up. One slip up could spell the end for him.

Clenching his fist around the non-alcoholic beer that had sat in front of him for the last hour, Hoffman surveyed the throng of drinkers. Among them was Fisk, his occasional partner and first Detective on the Jigsaw case. A man that was too simple for this world, simple enough to have achieved the rare feat of never prompting Jigsaw to put him in a trap. Beside him was Rigg, a future victim, but for now Rigg could live his life in the ignorance that his time was being drained as fast as his third drink. Kerry looked how Mark felt. She’d spent most of the night staring at her gin, too down about Eric Matthews to be in much of a social mood, despite Rigg’s encouragements.

It seems that Matthews himself really was the life of the party. Too bad he’s stuck in some cell of Jigsaw’s making to join them for Friday night drinks.

The only other person who could have made the night somewhat better would have been Ivy. The youngest on their serial killer task team, Ivy had taken to staying late, volunteering to take on swabbing through the heaps of evidence recovered from the latest game. Whether this was due to a morbid fascination with Jigsaw’s modus operandi, or ambition to get ahead in her job, Mark wasn’t sure. But it certainly made the nights when he had to stay late less lonely. With his fellow co-workers becoming more despondent since Matthew’s disappearance, Ivy’s lack of inter-work relationships was refreshing.

Ivy made the best coffee in the office and was the only person to remember that Mark took his coffee black.

A body slumps down beside him, Fisk leans in close to him. “Reckon I’ll be able to get two weeks off?”

“You planning a vacation?” Mark tips back his glass and tries to finish it, but there’s too much left to down in one.

“Thinking of it.” Fisk admits, “I feel like things might be slowing down. I know we had one last week but…hey doesn’t look like anything big is planned.”

“Could just be a matter of time.”

“Maybe,” Fisk grins. “All the more reason to be out of the city when it happens.”

Mark would like to trap him for that alone, but sadly if he could have left New Jersey and Jigsaw behind, he would have been in Europe by now. There was a time when he thought about it. Around the time Ivy had become more present in the Jigsaw case, Mark had allowed himself to fantasise about starting a new life in another country. A new face and a warm smile to wake up next to. But John’s recent resilience across the border in Mexico had proved Mark will never be free until Jigsaw and his puppet apprentice were both dead.

Fisk casts a look round the bar, “Where’s the rook tonight?”

“You’ve gotta stop calling her that.”

”I know,” Fisk nods. “Force of habit, besides she is still new to the task force.”

“Even so she’ll punch you for that soon.”

“I notice you’re avoiding my question.”

Fisk is eying him and so Mark has no choice but to grumble out, “She has a date.”

“Interesting.” Fisk enunciates every syllable and leans back on his bar stool. “Any idea who?”

“No.” Mark seriously considers ordering a shot, “That’s all I know.”

“Good for her.” Fisk says, “For making sure she has a life. Important that, you know?”

Mark’s known him long enough to get the hint, “I’m fine, Fisk.”

“I know,” Fisk says again, his eyes now on Kerry. “I guess better to be single than caught up with a married colleague.”

Maybe John would allow Fisk to be trapped on the basis of being a gossip?

The bar door opens a couple of times as Fisk continues to chatter about a variety of topics. Mark offers one worded answers whenever suitable. On the fourth time the bar door opened, Adam Stanheight walks through the door. He doesn’t know who Mark is, but Mark knows the wannabe PI well.

This kind of dive bar is where he’d expect Stanheight to frequent. A place where lost souls gather to watch the same generic rock bands, play pool and eventually hook up. Exactly why Mark’s precinct usually favours it. Easy to get lost in the flow of people that gather. It is not the sort of place anyone should bring Ivy Reeves on a date.

She slides in after Adam. Rigg spots her immediately and sends her an enthusiastic wave. Ivy pauses on seeing her coworkers, whispers something to Adam and he too looks over. Adam’s eyes dart from Rigg to Ivy and on her taking his hand the two make their way to the bar. Mark notes Ivy puts as much distance between their position and her position at the bar as possible.

Fisk’s eyes are watching everything unfold, “Isn’t that-“

“Yeah.”

“From the bathroom game.”

“Yes.”

“The one that just appeared.”

Ivy had been the one to speak with a nearly dead Adam Stanheight, who appeared at the Angel of Mercy hospital at some godforsaken hour. He’d been dumped in an empty bed and hooked up to an IV with saline solution. Apparently it had given the nurses quite the scare and when all Adam could say was the word ‘bathroom’, the hospital had been quick to call in the Jigsaw task force.

Mark knows who freed Adam. He’d heard the same rant from Amanda over and over about how interfering Doctors should stay in their lanes.

On that rare occasion, Mark had agreed with her.

Ivy’s eyes track across the room and Mark hopes she might be looking for him. Taking the opportunity before him Fisk calls out, beckoning Ivy over. Mark waits for her to find him and once she has Mark offers her a small nod. She looks away and her hand subconsciously tugs at her top. When she turns back to them Ivy holds up a finger and Fisk shoots a smirk at him.

“What are the odds?”

“She can date whoever she likes.”

“Never said she couldn’t” Fisk is watching him like Mark has become his favourite TV show. “You jealous?”

“She’s ten years or so younger.”

“So?”

“Shut it, Fisk.”

Ivy accepts a drink from Adam, who hasn’t stopped talking since they arrived and takes a cautious sip. When she thinks it’s been long enough, she glances over at Mark again. He catches her eye again and this time, Ivy has little choice but to whisper in Adam’s ear and make her way over to them.

“Did you know we were coming here?” Fisk ask as soon as Ivy’s in earshot.

“No,” She says, leaning in close to hear Fisk over the chatter. “Adam knows this place, an ex-friend of his used to play here.”

“Hoffman’s been missing you.”

Mark’s definitely putting Fisk in a trap. Even if he has to lie about the reason. Ivy’s eyes slip back to him, “I doubt that. You all look like you’re having so much fun.”

“Sarcasm?” Mark asks and Ivy sends him a shy grin.

Adam sidles up behind her. He rubs the back of his neck, “Didn’t think I’d see you guys so soon.”

“How you doing?” Fisk starts up small talk with Adam, as if he really cares about his recovery. This leaves Mark the perfect opportunity to corner Ivy. He stands up and leans on the bar, blocking Fisk and Adam from her line of sight. “How’s the date?”

Ivy sips her drink. Her eyes look in all directions but at Mark as she searches for her answer. She’s uncomfortable. But for what reason? Is it because she’s out with a victim of the case she’s working? Mark doesn’t even know if that would count as a conflict of interest. Ivy finally answers in a voice low enough that Mark has to lean in, “Adam’s my usual type. He’s nice enough, made me laugh on our first date.”

Mark places his empty glass on the bar top. “But not enough on a second date?”

Ivy’s fingers tighten on her own glass, “I thought I would enjoy it more than I am.”

“What’s wrong then?”

She glances over at Kerry and Rigg, “I should say hello to them.” She glances back to him, as if asking permission.

Mark seizes the opportunity, “You knew we were going here. Did you convince him to take you here tonight?”

Mark didn’t need to be a Detective to read the guilt that washes over her. “I wasn’t feeling it much when I agreed to go out again. I thought if we came here, where you were, I’d have an easier way out.”

He presses in a little closer to her. Ivy’s eyes jump over his shoulder, like a skittish doe, no doubt checking on Adam. Mark knows he’s sizing her up, the dare evident in how he’s gotten so close to her. “Do you need a way out, Ivy?”

“No.” She balks and takes a step back. She tips her drink back, places the glass on the table and crosses the short distance to reclaim Adam from Fisk. She leads her ‘date’ over to the pool tables and Mark retakes his seat by Fisk.

“I like him.” Fisk announces, “He plays electric guitar.”

“He still stalking people and taking their pictures?”

Fisk shakes his head, “Didn’t ask, but I doubt it.”

Mark’s eyes stalk Ivy as she collects the pool cues. Adam is lining up the balls and then he’s leaning over Ivy, helping her break. Not that she needs help. Mark’s certain Ivy’s played before, judging by how she lines up her shot and pockets a stripe.

“I’m going home.” Mark announces, “Someone’s gotta be coherent in the morning.”

“Yeah, me too.” Fisk nods, “I’ll tell the others.”

Mark sidles over to the back exit, where he’ll deliberately pass by Ivy. She’s leaning against her pool cue, chalking up the end when Mark presses himself behind her to get past. “Your opportunity is leaving.” He murmurs in her ear, hands finding her waist. He knows it’s a cheap move, but Ivy tenses deliciously under his touch. He doesn’t care whether Stanheight is watching or not. Mark pushes open the back door and heads for his car, parked just a couple of feet away.

Thankful he’s made it another night without drinking, Mark puts the key in the ignition and waits a couple minutes. Just as he’s about to drive away, the backdoor opens. Ivy walks straight for his car, opens the passenger door and climbs in.

Mark leans back in the driver’s seat and waits for her to speak.

“Just take me home, Mark.”

“I don’t know where you live.”

She turns her head to face him, “Yes, you do.”

Mark sets off. He lets the silence linger between them as Ivy plays with her fingers. The small bag she’s been carrying around all night is on her lap. Mark can tell the silence is eating at her, but she’s too stubborn to speak first. When they are less than five minutes away, Mark gives her some mercy. “What did you say to get away?”

“I said forensics had found something.” She heaves a sigh and runs a hand over her face, smudging some of her mascara. She’s still beautiful to Mark.

“Why’d you lie?”

“Because I wanted to be with you.”

Her admission unsettles him as much as it pleases him. To have won another kind of game, one Mark has rarely ever let himself play is thrilling. He could see how it could become addictive, but Mark isn’t going to be smug about it. Not much. “I didn’t think you’d entertain the idea of someone like me.”

It should be more of a warning than it is. He should be pulling over, telling her to get out. Mark knows he should do everything he can to make her hate him. But Mark can only resist one temptation tonight.

Ivy doesn’t answer as he pulls up outside her apartment block. Mark smirks as the cliche, loaded question leaves him, “Do you want me to walk you upstairs or are you good?”

Finally, she looks at him, “Do you want to?”

He bites back a growl. “Of course I fucking want to.” He says, holding onto the last remnants of his restraint. “You’ve been on my mind all fucking night, Reeves.”

She reacts at once, climbing across the gearbox and onto his lap. Mark just pushes the seat back in time as Ivy settles herself. His hands don’t know where to hold, his bravado from earlier abandons him when Ivy is bearing down on him in all areas. She looks down at him for a second and then her lips are on his.

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How tempted I was to keep this going, but sometimes a tease is better than full smut no? You can let your imaginations go wild from here. 😈

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Nothing New (Pierre Gasly x Reader)

Pierre Gasly x fem!driver

A fic loosely inspired by the song Nothing New by Taylor Swift. I included some of the lyrics, but not all.

Summary: A dramatic night out brings two Alpha Tauri drivers together.

Word count: 6k

Warnings: Angsty reader, throwing up, bad self-esteem, mentions of sex, alcohol, some miscommunication, fluff at the end.

Note: First fic I have ever written (apart from a Harry Styles fic 10 years ago). Honestly, I could not decide who the love interest should be. I almost chose Carlos, but I felt like Pierre was a better fit. I hope you enjoy! Feedback is appreciated!

They tell you while you're young "Girls, go out and have your fun" Then they hunt and slay the ones who actually do it Criticize the way you fly when you're soarin' through the sky Shoots you down and then they sigh, and say "She looks like she's been through it"

The long hallway towards the meeting room was lit by fluorescents lights. The door is slightly ajar and whispers can be heard from inside the room. Silently, you stopped just out of sight from the people sitting at the conference table. You couldn’t see who was in there, but you quickly realized they were talking about you.

“She is too inconsistent. She has had one too many chances. It wouldn’t surprise me if Franz dropped her next year.”

“I feel like she shouldn’t have been signed. There must have been better options.”

“Apparently not. Pierre outperforms her virtually every race weekend. Why even bother racing when you’re performing so poorly?”

“Did you see her this morning? She looks like she’s been through it. She definitely knows that Franz isn’t satisfied with her performance.“

You wanted to tell that them that Pierre had five years of experience, where you were still a rookie. You wanted to tell them that you were the F2 champion last year and that you were deserving of your seat. You wanted to tell them that there were times where you were ahead of Pierre, but the team screwed you over with strategy. You wanted to tell them that at least you had managed to score points in a couple of the races.

You wanted to, but you didn’t. You never did.

You could feel the tears prickling in your eyes. Footsteps from around the corner was heard and you quickly blinked, took a deep breath and stood up straight. Franz Tost, your team principal, appeared behind you and put his hand on your shoulder.

“Ready?” he asked. You nodded. It seemed like he didn’t notice your anxious state of mind.

Lord, what will become of me Once I've lost my novelty?

The meeting only took 45 minutes. As you expected, they weren’t satisfied with your performance. Talks of who’s driving where next season were flying around and people kept telling you that you had to do better for the rest of the season to be put in consideration.

The first half of the season was over and the summer break was approaching with only one race left. All that talk about your seat next season, and you weren’t even sure you wanted to race in F1 for another year. You had never felt so emotionally drained in your life. On top of that, you normally enjoyed your own company, but recently you were starting to feel lonely.

Lying in bed that night, you thought about what you wanted in life. You thought of all the hard work you and your family had put in to your career. You thought about missing out on social events. You only had a couple of close friends left and you couldn’t even say when you lost the others. But you understood them. You would have cut you off too if you were them. It’s not easy being friends with someone who never has the time. Who never puts in the time.

You knew you could have done more these last couple of years to maintain the friendships. On nights like these, with tears streaming down your face, you wish you had. You also missed you ex-boyfriend. Or maybe you didn’t. Everything was so confusing. Maybe you just missed having someone holding your hand and telling you that everything would be okay.

You felt like you knew everything when you were 18. You were driven and knew that you wanted to be the first female Formula 1 world champion. Now you didn’t even know if you wanted to step foot in a Formula 1 car ever again. The fear of failing was all consuming.

Hungarian Grand Prix

The practice sessions went alright. Fortunately, the team seemed to agree, which calmed your nerves a bit. You knew that being calm would improve your performance, but being calm was not possible for you most weeks. The stress of what people were saying about you behind your back, was really getting to you. You didn’t understand how the other drivers managed to block out the world.

Worst of all, your own doubts were creeping in a little too often. A good night’s sleep was much needed, but not achievable. Unbeknownst to you, people had noticed your tired eyes and forced smiles. The dark circles were hard not to notice at this point.

Your teammate Pierre had tried to talk to you many times. He was worried. Especially after what he went through at Red Bull a couple of years back. He knew how you felt and he wouldn’t wish anyone to feel those things.

You and Pierre got along well. You wouldn’t consider him a friend, but you enjoyed talking to him. He was always sweet, but you couldn’t help but notice the pitiful looks he gave you after a rough race. Sometimes, he asked if you wanted to get dinner together or wanted to hang out with him and some of the other drivers. You always declined.

Pierre didn’t understand your reluctance to socialize with any of the drivers. When the two of you spoke, you were talkative and funny. Always reserved, but not rude. He had seen you with some of the others and with them you acted the same. At first he thought your reluctance was rooted in shyness, but that clearly wasn’t the reason. However, he had noticed a change in your behavior since the beginning of the season. You appeared more closed off. Your eyes seemed to have lost their sparkle.

Pierre walked past your drivers room before qualifying and saw you sitting with your eyes closed and air pods in your ears. He could see on your face that you were tired, but you still looked breathtaking he thought. He didn’t know why, but he suddenly felt nervous about approaching you. Charles had suggested that they invited you along for the celebrations after the race. It being the last race before the summer break and everything.

Pierre had told Charles that it would be of no use inviting you. You had always turned him down when he asked you before. And honestly Pierre’s ego was quite bruised from your lack of interest in his previous invitations.

“Give it a try again. Use some of the Gasly charm,” Charles had told him. “Everyone can see that she needs to have some fun and let loose a little. It can’t hurt to invite her”.

Pierre had signed and finally agreed. So here he stood knocking on the door frame. You opened your eyes, took your headphones out and nodded at him.

Pierre shuffled into your room. “I hope I’m not disturbing you?” He started. You just smiled and shook your head. “Good. Well, me and some of the others are going out tomorrow after the race. They wanted me to ask you… no erm, I wanted to ask you if you would like to join us?” He almost rolled his eyes at his own awkwardness.

You were surprised. It had been a while since he last asked you to join them and you assumed that he had given up on trying to have you socialize with them. It was very sweet of him, you thought. A small part of you wanted to say yes, but a larger part of you wanted to have an early night with self-pity, after what you could only imagine would be a dissatisfactory race.

You smiled at Pierre, but he saw how it didn’t reach your eyes. “Thanks a lot for the invite, but I think I would prefer a quiet evening watching Netflix,” you told him. “Maybe another time?” you asked him.

You always suggested doing it another time, but then always declined when he had asked again. Today Pierre was more stubborn, and frankly he didn’t want to tell Charles that you said no.

“Come on, I think it would be fun for you. I know that people would love to get to know you better,” Pierre said, trying to convince you. “And I would also like to get to know you better. It’s good to hang out outside of work”. If only you knew how much he hoped to get to know you better, he thought to himself.

You looked down on your feet nervously. You knew he was right, it would be good for you. But you didn’t feel good and the thought of going out and partying was almost making you nauseous. This wasn’t you. You knew that. But still, it consumed you so much that everything else felt impossible.

“Ah Pierre, I don’t know,” you said quietly and looked in his eyes. He looked disappointed and gave you a tight lipped smile. You felt guilty. “I will think about it,” you smiled at him. You knew that the answer tomorrow still would be a no, but you hoped that he would have forgotten about asking you by then. Hopefully too caught up in other things.

Pierre accepted your answer. He felt hopeful that you would change your mind. You chatted shortly and wished each other good luck for qualifying before you both had to hurry and get ready.

P6. P fucking 6.

You don’t know what happened in qualifying, but you were flying. For once, the car felt good. On top of that you also felt quite good. Well better than usual. It was your best starting position so far and the team hugged and congratulated you. You smiled. This time it reached your eyes Pierre noticed. He only managed a P12, but he truly felt happy for you. He wished you never stopped smiling again.

I've had too much to drink tonight And I know it's sad, but this is what I think about And I wake up in the middle of the night It's like I can feel time moving How can a person know everything at 18 but nothing at 22? And will you still want me when I'm nothing new?

Despite the happiness you felt, you still didn’t sleep well. Your heart was beating too fast and your thoughts were all over the place. You felt nervous and you felt a new type pressure. The team expected you to finish the race in the top 8 and you honestly didn’t know if it was possible for you to meet those expectations.

You thought back to the beginning of the season. How everyone had been so thrilled for you. Had so high hopes. All you have done is let everyone down. You thought about Pierre. You had let him down too. He deserved a better teammate. You knew he had more fun with Yuki the year before you joined. He probably missed that. The fans certainty missed that and they weren’t afraid to let you know.

When you woke up the next morning you felt nauseous. You barely slept and felt incredibly anxious. You went and ate breakfast and almost instantly threw it up again. You then ate again and this time managed to keep it down. Looking in the mirror in your hotel room, you tried to give yourself a small pep talk. It helped a little bit. Finally, your trainer came and picked you up and you left for the race track.

Walking into the paddock you tried to radiate a confident energy. Fake it till you make it, you thought. When you walked by the Ferrari motorhome, Charles spotted you immediately. He jogged towards you.

“So I hear you’ll be joining us tonight?” Charles grinned at you. “I was very happy when Pierre told me”.

Bear in mind, Pierre only told Charles that you would think about joining them. But Charles was sneaky. He thought he would give you a helping hand.

You looked at him surprised.

“What?” You didn’t understand how Pierre had misunderstood your answer. For you, it was a hard maybe.

“We were thinking we would meet around 9 p.m. Just in the hotel lobby,“ Charles said. He didn’t want to give you the option of declining. “That fine?” he asked you.

You just looked at him at nodded. From the look on your face, you were not pleased with the situation, but Charles chose to ignore that.

“Perfect! Good luck today Y/N!” Charles said.

“You too,” you muttered. You certainty needed the luck, you thought to yourself.

Walking into the Alpha Tauri hospitality, you spotted Pierre. You almost went up to him and confronted him, but you didn’t want to create tension between the two of you. You opted to go get ready for the race instead.

Crossing the finish line, you couldn’t believe it.

“That’s P5 Y/N! Fantastic job! What a way to begin the summer break,” your engineer yelled on the radio.

You smiled. “Thank you so much! Thank you to the whole team! Where did Pierre finish?”

“Ah, let me see… P8, he finished P8! Very good points for the team,” he told you. You smiled again. You were happy for Pierre and for everybody working hard to see the team do well.

P5 felt good. It was your best ever race finish, but you couldn’t stop feeling more pressure on yourself. You felt bad for having these thoughts whilst you should feel happiness. It made you feel like a spoiled child. Before stepping out of the car, you pushed your stressful mind aside, wanting to put on a happy face for the team.

You jumped out, pulled your helmet off and went to hug your trainer and the members of your team who lined up outside of parc fermé. You felt a tap on your shoulder and looked to see Pierre. You could see him smiling through his visor.

“Huge congratulations!” he said excitedly and pulled you into a hug. Falling into his arms, you felt at ease. Finally, you could breathe properly again. You pulled back and looked up at him. This was a new feeling to you, but you didn’t think much of it.

“Well done to you too!” You grinned at him.

“I hope to see you later,” he told you. “It’s a night for celebrations!” He ruffled your hair, pulled his helmet off and went to hug the team. You wondered why he would say it like that if he was under the impression that you already would be joining them.

You couldn’t help but stare at him. He looked so happy and confident. So at ease. You almost felt envious. You knew that Pierre was a favorite among the female fans. You would be blind not to notice. Obviously he was quite charming and handsome, but you never thought much about it. Suddenly, you understood the fascination the women had.

Before anyone noticed you staring, you shook your head and tried to brush the thoughts away. You felt silly. Pierre often invited women to the paddock. Beautiful women. The kind you never would dare compare yourself to because they were in a league of their own. It was no secret that Pierre enjoyed the company of these women. Who could blame him?

It was lonesome traveling and being away from loved ones most of the year. You rarely had someone keeping you company in the lonely hours of the night, but fully understood the need Pierre must feel. Most of the time you were content with your own fingers, but every now and then, you also invited someone to stay with you. However, it was a rare occurrence. And you never felt the need to publicly display them at your workplace like the other drivers. But that was properly the difference between men and women.

Back at the hotel you lied in bed while talking to your parents. They praised you for 20 minutes straight and then buggered you about going out with the guys, saying, “go out and have your fun!”

You still didn’t feel like it, but at the same time you didn’t want to let Charles down. Putting the phone down you stared at the ceiling contemplating what you were going to do. One night out couldn’t hurt right? It was the summer break now after all. Also, you couldn’t stop the thoughts of Pierre racing through your mind. Suddenly you couldn’t get the image of him in his fireproofs and racing suit around his hips out of your head. What the fuck is wrong with me, you thought to yourself.

Pulling yourself up you ruffled through your suitcase trying to find something suitable. You assumed that the guys had planned to go somewhere extravagant. You pulled out a silky baby pink mini dress, but frowned when you noticed its wrinkles from not having been stored on a hanger.

Sighing you continued your search. Finally, you found a black mini skirt and a blue halter neck top that you knew complemented your tan skin well. With a pair of strappy heeled sandals, you assessed that it would be acceptable for a night out.

You quickly did your make-up, straightened your hair and put on a layer of lip gloss. Glancing at your bed you slowly regretted your decision to not stay in tonight, but looking at the time, you realized it was too late to back out now. You gathered your things in a small shoulder bag and put on your heels with shaky hands. Closing your eyes, you told yourself to calm down.

In the elevator you tried to steady your breathing and ground yourself. Trying to remember what your therapist taught you. The doors opened and you quickly put on your best smile before walking out.

Pierre, Charles and Carlos stood by the entrance to the lobby and chatted. Carlos discreetly nudged Pierre and glanced at you walking over. “I didn’t think she would come,” he whispered. Pierre and Charles turned to look at you. Pierre looked you up and down and widened his eyes.

“Me neither,” Pierre whispered back, genuinely surprised to see you. Charles smiled to himself, feeling quite satisfied with his plan succeeding.

You looked beautiful. The skirt showing off your athletic legs incredibly and the top hugging your figure well while showing a tad bit of cleavage. Pierre didn’t know why he felt so shocked seeing you like this. You were a professional athlete for god’s sake, of course the body underneath the racing suit would be fit. Nonetheless, he could not stop staring. He always knew you were beautiful, but tonight you looked incredibly sexy.

As you finally approached, you smiled and greeted them before hugging each of them.

“It’s great to see you Y/N,” Charles smiled at you. “We’re happy you wanted to join us! We’re just waiting for Lando and then we can leave.”

The elevator pinged and Lando started walking towards you. You all chatted shortly before stepping out and stepping into the car parked outside.

The drive to the club was short. You sat in the back and looked out of the window while the others talked and joked around. Normally, you felt okay talking to them, but today it felt strenuous. Hence the silence from you.

Your silence didn’t go unnoticed by the other drivers, but they didn’t want to push you knowing you were out of your comfort zone. When you arrived at the club, Lando, Carlos and Charles walked in first with you and Pierre following behind.

While you and Pierre walked in silence, the three guys in front of you quietly talked to each other. What neither you or Pierre knew, was that the other person was too nervous to say anything to the other.

“She looks amazing, don’t you think? Like, don’t get me wrong, she is a pretty girl, but she looks really hot today,” Lando grinned at Charles and Carlos.

Charles rolled his eyes. “Yeah yeah. But I think we should take care of her tonight. She clearly feels nervous and I don’t want this to be the last time she joins us.” Charles said.

“I bet Pierre wants to take good care of her,” Lando laughed. It was no secret amongst the friend group that Pierre had a crush on you. Charles rolled his eyes again.

You all walked to the back of the club to your VIP table. Lando sat beside you and nudged your shoulder before handing you a glass of champagne.

He started asking about your plans for the summer and soon you felt more comfortable and found yourself enjoying the conversation. The champagne definitely made it all easier. You told him about your plans to visit your family and how excited you were for travelling to Greece with your girlfriends. In return he told you about his plans and you both found yourself laughing and refilling your glasses numerous times.

The champagne quickly turned to cocktails and the cocktails turned to tequila shots. It was safe to say that there was no need for the others to worry about you enjoying yourself. Enjoy yourself you did. Maybe a little too much.

Soon you were on the dance floor and you found yourself dancing up against a stranger with your back against his chest. He held your hips while you swayed and you teasingly pressed your bum against his crotch. He groaned and whispered dirty promises in your ear. You couldn’t help but giggle. Maybe this was just what you needed.

Across the dance floor, Charles and Pierre stood with their drinks and watched you. Lando was at the table flirting with some woman and Carlos was nowhere to be found.

“Well, I did not expect this. At all,” Charles laughed at Pierre, while still looking at you. Pierre clenched his jaw and stared blankly ahead. He didn’t find the situation funny. Charles continued talking: “Maybe this is just what she needs. Some good old fun without any commitments.”

Pierre snapped out of it and looked at Charles weirdly. “Mate, you can’t be serious. This is definitely not what she needs! That guy is taking advantage of her!” Pierre said.

Charles chose to ignore Pierre’s words. He could hear the jealousy in his voice, but he also knew that if you weren’t there, Pierre would be distracted by some random girl. You owed him nothing. He laughed and answered: “If anyone is taking advantage of anyone, it’s Y/N. Look at her, she has that guy wrapped around her finger.”

Pierre looked over at you again. Now, you had turned around dancing chest to chest with the guy. Your lips were on his neck and your hands were sliding up and down his body. It was obvious where this was going and it made Pierre grip his glass so hard that his knuckles turned white.

Noticing Pierre’s serious irritation, Charles faced him and looked puzzled at him. “Pierre, what is going on? I remember you being in that guy’s shoes when we were out after the last race. With that blonde girl from Germany.”

Pierre looked down and swallowed. He knew the feeling in his stomach was uncalled for. You were in your full right to enjoy the company of whomever you wanted. You weren’t his even though the often wished you were.

Pierre looked back up. “Yeah I know, I just don’t want her to do anything she regrets. She has had a lot to drink and she doesn’t strike me as the one night stand type of girl.”

“Are you sure that’s all?” Charles frowned at Pierre. “To be honest, I don’t think she’s too drunk to know what’s happening. When I talked to her 30 minutes ago she seemed fine. And I know that Carlos has seen her bring a couple of different guys to her hotel room over the season. So, I don’t know, maybe she just has a side we haven’t seen as much?”

Charles words surprised Pierre. He had never seen you with anybody. “Yeah, you’re right, I just worry about her you know? She is my teammate after all,” Pierre replied, trying to shut the conversation down and desperately trying to push the thoughts of you with other guys away. Why wouldn’t you have casual sex? If most of the single men on the grid did it, himself included, why was he so shocked that you did as well?

When Pierre looked back at the dance floor, you were back to grinding against the guy again. You suddenly looked up and your eyes locked with Pierre’s. You blushed and quickly looked away again. Pierre hurriedly looked away as well, feeling embarrassed getting caught watching you.

Charles went and refilled their drinks while Pierre tried to have a conversation with a woman who was in town for the Grand Prix. However, he kept getting distracted by you. He needed to see what you were up to, and make sure that you were okay.

His eyes followed you as you walked hand in hand with the guy towards the bathrooms. Fuck, he thought to himself. He quickly excused himself to the annoyed woman. She was not happy being discarded. Before he could think, he followed the two of you.

He quickly pushed through the crowd and silently stood and watched you in the corridor. The guy was cupping your ass while kissing you and you had your hands in his hair. You stumbled and giggled and resumed to kissing his neck while the guy looked for the toilets.

It didn’t matter what Charles had said. You were wasted and Pierre did not like the idea of some random guy taking advantage of you in a club bathroom. As you were about to enter the bathrooms, Pierre hurried to you and grabbed your arm. You gasped as you turned around and looked at Pierre with wide eyes.

“Y/N, you can’t be serious,” Pierre desperately told you. The guy on the side awkwardly looking between the two of you.

“What do you mean?” you slurred while trying to keep balance in your heels. Seeing you in this state, confirmed Pierre’s suspicions. You were very drunk.

“This isn’t you. Fucking some stranger in a club,” Pierre growled, trying to convince you to let go of the guy. “Don’t do anything that you will regret tomorrow.”

“What a you talking about? You don’t even know if this is my boyfriend!” You boldly answered.

Pierre suddenly felt a wave of embarrassment flood over him. What if you had a boyfriend that he didn’t know about? You weren’t exactly close, so why would you have told him about it.

“Is it?” He whispered. “Is it your boyfriend?”

“Yes.” You answered proudly, but Pierre wasn’t convinced. Pierre glanced at the guy, who looked incredibly uncomfortable.

“What is her name?” Pierre asked. The guy looked at you with nervous eyes and gulped. You rolled your eyes and let go of his hand.

“Fine, he isn’t my boyfriend, but it’s still none of your business Pierre,” you crossly told him. “What if I like getting with strangers in clubs? What if I like having sex in toilet stalls? You didn’t even know whether he was my boyfriend or not, so I think it’s safe to say that you don’t know me at all!”

“I think I will go now,” the guy said with a tense voice. “But, erm, I hope you get home safely”, he said with a pitiful smile. You rolled your eyes again as he walked away.

“That was uncalled for Pierre. Why is this such a big deal to you? From what I hear from the others, you’ve done far worse things,” you said while trying to get his hand off your arm. Pierre let go of your arm, but stood blocking you so you couldn’t leave.

“You’re right, I don’t know you. But honestly, I wish I did,” Pierre quietly said. “And I’m sorry for interrupting you and him, but it wasn’t right. You’re clearly too drunk right now to actually consent to whatever you were about to do.”

You looked down, feeling bad about the turn of events. You felt your cheeks turning red from shame. You knew that Pierre was right. You closed your eyes and felt you head spinning.

“I don’t feel good. I think I had too much to drink,” you confessed, looking up at Pierre with teary eyes. Suddenly you turned around and ran to the nearest toilet. Closing the door behind you, but Pierre could still hear you emptying you stomach.

He went after you and pushed the door open. Kneeling behind you, he held your hair and rubbed your back while whispering comforting words in your ear. He felt awful when you looked up at him with crying eyes.

“I’m really, really sorry Pierre,” you cried, feeling absolutely awful for your current breakdown and ruining his night. You sat down on your ass while leaning against the bathroom wall. Your drunkenness making you not care about the disgusting floor.

“It’s okay ma belle,” he whispered to you while rubbing your arm, trying to soothe you.

“No, it’s not. I’m a fucking mess. I’m a grown woman unable to handle myself and it’s so embarrassing,” you said while rubbing your face. “And I saw you talking to that pretty girl. I’m really sorry to ruin your night with her.”

“I’m not sorry about that,” Pierre said and smiled at you. You looked confused. “I didn’t want to go any further with her. In fact, it’s funny that you saw me talking to her, when in reality I spend most of night looking at you.”

Your eyes widened and you accidently let out a small gasp. “What do you mean?” You whispered.

“I’m so infatuated by you Y/N. The thought of you with someone who’s not me is honestly fucking me up. I had zero interest in that woman.” Pierre looked at his feet while scratching his beard. “I know you don’t feel the same, but I just want you to know that I think you’re so special.” He didn’t know where this sudden confidence came from. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the fact that you probably wouldn’t be able to remember anything the next day.

Pierre’s words didn’t make any sense in your head. “You like me?” You asked with wide eyes. It didn’t add up.

“Why do you think I asked you out so many times?” Pierre asked as if it was obvious.

You stared at him in disbelief. “Asked me out? As a date? I thought it was just to bond because we’re teammates. Are you serious Pierre?” Pierre laughed at your words.

“Of course I’m serious! I can’t believe you thought me inviting you for dinner numerous times was normal teammate behavior,” Pierre playfully rolled his eyes at you.

You were at a loss for words. This was very shocking to you and honestly you had a hard time believing him.

“I wanna go home,” you whispered while closing your eyes. You felt incredibly overwhelmed all of the sudden.

Pierre couldn’t help but feel disappointed by your lack of response. He didn’t expect you to reciprocate his feelings, but he at least hoped you would have said something. “I’ll find a cab for us,” he said and pulled you up.

While walking out, he discreetly texted Charles to let him know you were leaving. The two of you silently waited for a cab and on the ride back to the hotel you fell asleep. The events of the day and night having drained you from all your energy.

Walking into the hotel, Pierre was barely able to keep you on your feet. You were half asleep and half awake. After being unable to find your keycard and you being unable to help, Pierre decided to bring you to his room instead. Tucking you into his bed, he took the sofa. He was very anxious about what was to come the following day. He hoped you would have forgetting everything.

8 hours later

You were mortified when you woke up the next morning. Your head was spinning like crazy and your mouth was so dry you could barely swallow. You were still wearing yesterday’s clothes. Unfortunately, you remembered everything from the night before. Fortunately, that meant you remembered Pierre’s confession.

What you didn’t remember was how you ended up in Pierre’s bed, with him on the sofa snoring softly. You felt awful for how the night ended. You knew that you handled it all very poorly. Fumbling your way to the bathroom, you peed and quickly downed a glass of water. Afterward you gurgled some toothpaste in your mouth in an attempt to freshen up. When you appeared back in the room, Pierre has woken up and was now sitting in the sofa.

“Morning,” you softly said. You shuffled to the sofa and nervously sat beside him.

“Morning,” Pierre answered. He wasn’t able read your face and was not able to know if you remembered anything. He hoped you didn’t

You looked at him with your hands in your lap. “Did you mean what you said last night?” You almost whispered the words. Pierre looked at the ceiling, trying to calm himself down.

“Yes,” he finally said. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have sprung it on you like that, that wasn’t fair.”

“You don’t have to apologize. If anyone should be apologizing, it should be me. I’m really sorry for my behavior and for not saying anything after what you said.” You could feel tears welling in your eyes. You blinked them away, feeling so tired of crying. “I just,… you took me by surprise I guess. But I’m really happy that you stopped me from hooking up with that guy. And honestly, I’m really happy that you told me what you did.” Your words were barely audible, but Pierre heard you clearly.

He stared at you. “What I’m trying to say is, I’m kind of a mess. You probably already noticed that,” you chuckled. “But I’m tired of feeling like this. And I’m infatuated by you too Pierre. I wanna feel better again and I want to get to know you better as well. I never realized you were asking me on dates. I would never have been so distant if I had known.”

Even though you only saw Pierre in a different light yesterday, you felt incredibly sure that he was worth a chance. It was time for you to enjoy your life a little.

“So what are you saying?” Pierre asked, wanting to be sure he didn’t misunderstand you. His heart was going crazy in his chest.

“I would love to go on a date with you,” you smiled at him. “If the offer still stands of course.” You looked him in the eyes hopefully.

Pierre smiled as well. “Of course it still stands! It would be an honor to take you out.”

You glanced at his lips and quickly looked him in the eyes again. Pierre caught on to your intentions and smirked. He teasingly lifted his eyebrows, almost daring you to do what you both knew you wanted to. You pulled closer to him and wrapped your arms around him while softly putting your lips on his.

The kiss deepened and your body was tingling from excitement. Eventually, you both needed air and pulled away while still embracing each other.

“Can I ask you something?” You asked him after pulling away. He nodded, too lost in you to say anything. “Why would you tell Charles that I said yes to come yesterday?”

“What? I didn’t,” Pierre said looking perplexed.

Your eyes widened before you suddenly started laughing. You almost felt stupid for not realizing before that Charles had tricked you. Of course he did. Pierre kept looking at you without understanding what was going on. You just pulled him closer and connected your lips to his while still smiling. For the first time in months you felt like you were where you belonged.

What a way to begin the summer break, you thought to yourself.

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nights-legacy · 1 year

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Take Care of It Myself - Kaminari x Reader Pt.2

Masterlist MHA Masterlist #2

Part one

1779 words

Warnings: Mentions of anxiety, yelling

+ You have left UA and gave your seat in the class to someone else. No one but the teachers know you're leaving until Denki finds a letter from you. When he comes down to the Class in a frantic, Denki finds out from Kiri why you. That you heard him and broke you trust for him. But maybe there is still hope?

Y/N's POV

The rain was pouring outside. The smell was soothing but why does it always seem to rain when things go to shit. I was sitting on my window seal with the window open. I sighed, setting my head on my knees while twirling my hand through the rain drops.

"Pretty." I muttered. I had been home for a few days and my mood was still shifty. Aizawa and All Might were beyond confused when I told them I wanted to drop out.

*Flashback*

"What?!" They both asked loudly. Aizawa flew out of his chair.

"Why? I mean..." Aizawa walked around his desk. "I can't really stop you if that is what you want but what happened to cause this?" He asked.

"Well..." I took a big breath. "We all know that I have anxiety and social problems. I thought I could get past it and learn how to balance it. But I can't."

"Miss L/N..." All Might spoke up.

"Please, it's alright. I knew becoming a hero was a long shot. I honestly didn't think I would make it this far. I am so thankful for the opportunity you have given me. But I would rather someone who I know will be great in this class in my place."

"Alright." Aizawa sat against his desk. "Have you spoken with anyone about this? Your mother? Kaminari?"

"Kaminari and I are not speaking as of right now. I did speak with my mother and she wants what is best for me. To me, leaving is what's best." The men shared a look.

"If that is what you want, we will honor your decision. We'll start the paperwork, and you should go start packing."

"Yes, thank you." I went to leave. "And please do give my spot to Shinsou. He's been working so hard to get here. He really deserves this."

*End*

I had my room packed up before the end of the day. I didn't leave until the next day after everyone else went to class. I wrote a short letter to Denki and stuck it in a box of his things. I can only imagine what his reaction was when he found the box. Arizawa said he wasn't going to announce it until the drop out was official.

"Honey. Lunch is ready." I heard my mother call.

"Okay." I got up and closed the window. I checked my buzzing phone and saw Denki. The only person I've responded to from class is Kiri. He told me the class went nuts when they found out I left.

* A few days ago *

It wasn't announced by Aizawa but the whole class knew something was up. You never missed class. No one had any idea until Kaminari came down from his room in tears.

"Y/N is gone! They dropped out!"

"What?" A collective uproar took over the class.

"What are you going on about Dunce face?" Bakugou snapped.

"They dropped out of UA. They said that they wouldn't be able to continue with their social anxiety not getting better. That they didn't deserve to be here. I don't understand. I always told them..." He ran his hands through his hair roughly.

"Aw man..." Kiri muttered under his breath.

"They could have come to me..." Kami started but was cut off.

"No they couldn't Denks!" Kiri yelled suddenly. Everyone went silent in surprise.

"What do you mean, Ei?"

"Because they don't trust you anymore! Okay?" Kaminari's eyes widened. "Remember how they acted on movie night? How they didn't want your help? You want to know why?"

"Kirishima? What are you getting at?" Midoriya asked.

"What I'm getting at is that Y/N heard you and Mineta last week. What you said about them. That's why they acted that way, why they don't trust you anymore." Kaminari paled at Kiri's words.

"What did you say, Denki?" Mina asked firmly.

"He said that Y/N's need for comfort during a drain or attack was annoying. That it gets old when they ask for help. He wondered why they couldn't go to someone else or take care of it themself." Bakugou answered gruffly and in turn, sounds of surprise and disappointment went through the room.

Loud words of anger could be heard and Denki began to flinch at every voice and word. He began to shrink into himself. Bakugou noticed the reaction and remembered that Denki wasn't without his own anxieties.

"Hey! Quiet down! No need for an ambush." Bakugou snapped at everyone else. They all began to back off and go quiet. Denki shot Bakugou a quick thankful look which got a small nod in return.

"They went to you, Denki, because they trusted you. You have always been there for them. They couldn't go to anyone else because none of us know exactly how to help them." Kiri took a big breath. "I've learned a lot on how to help but there is only so much I can do, Denks."

"I, I, I..." The room was silent for a long minute.

"I mean it is kind of annoying. Am I right?" Mineta piped up.

"Shut up, Mineta!" Kami screamed. "I should have never listened or agreed with you! I just lost my best friend in this entire world because of my own stupidity and your self centered perverted backwards attitude is not needed."

"Denki... why did you even say that? You should have gone to them if you were feeling overwhelmed with it all. I know they would understand. Like Ei said, We would help in any way we could." Mina walked up to Kami. At this point, every one but the Bakusquad had left the area, realizing that this was getting into something more private.

"I know! I d-don't know. I had gotten into it with my mom and got the grades talk from teach again. My grandma was being overbearing again. I just wanted people to stop needing something from me for the moment. So I was venting the frustration out. It's not an excuse and I am not trying to make it one. I, I, I just..." He collapsed on the couch, head dropping into his hands. "I royally screwed it up in true Kaminari fashion. I can't believe I hurt them like this."

"Kami..." Mina sat next to him. She pulled him into her side.

"I love them more than anything and I did this." He was crying heavily. Mina shared a look with the rest of the squad. Ei was still upset but he was worried.

"Maybe it's not too late to make this right." She said. Denki looked up at her with glossy eyes.

"Really?"

"Yeah. Y/N is really understanding. I'm sure they'll hear you out." Hanta gave him a small smile. It dropped into a stern stare and he pointed at the blonde. "That doesn't mean you're out of the deep end. You still have to make up for this."

"Of course! Of course!" Kami nodded wildly. Hanta gave a stern nod before turning to Mineta.

"Now you! I think we need to have another chat."

Y/N'S POV

Since I left UA in the middle of the semester, I was too late to go anywhere else. Mom and I agreed that I would go back when the new semester started. I was currently searching through surrounding high schools for specifications.

"Hey honey?" My door opened behind me.

"Yeah mom?"

"There is a boy here to see you." I turned to look at her, eyebrow raised in confusion. "He says his name is Kirishima and he has bright red hair."

"Oh, yeah. He's a friend from UA. You can let him in."

"Okay." She smiled and walked away. I got up and followed her to the living room. "Come on in young man."

"Thank you, Miss L/N." I saw him step inside. He immediately found me in the room. "Hey, Y/N/N."

"Hey. Come on." I waved him to follow me. He kicked off his shoes and took the slippers I offered him.

"How are you doing?" He asked as I cracked the door after entering my room. "Oh, is your mom okay with..."

"Yeah. She's cool. Denks and I hang out with the door closed all the time." I paused before sighing sadly. "We used to at least."

"Yeah." He looked around before stopping next to my laptop. "Looking for a new school?"

"Yeah, I won't start until the next semester but it's better to be prepared." I plopped onto my bed and he sat in my desk chair. It was silent for a minute.

"Oh! I'm doing okay to answer your question."

"Oh, good." He nodded. There was an awkward pause. "He feels terrible, you know."

"What?" I looked at him.

"Denki. He feels terrible. I am by no means excusing what he said at all but he does feel terrible. I laid it into after he came down with your note and the rest of the class was upset at him too... Minus Mineta but he got what was coming to him." I laughed a little.

"I probably should hear him out..." I said softly. I looked down and wrung my hands. "I mean I didn't even explain to him why I was upset. You had to do that. He is, was, I mean is my best friend and he deserves to at least be heard and..."

"Hey, hey, hey. Slow down. First of all, I was happy to rip him a new one. He may be one of my best buds but he was still in the wrong. And.." He moved in front of me. "Just remember that you don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"I know. I want to. It's only right. Plus, just because I'm hearing him out doesn't mean I forgive him. I'm still extremely upset with him."

"Precisely." He sat down next to me. "And if you want, I can stay with you while you talk."

"Thanks, Ei but I think we need a one on one talk first." I sighed. "I love the boy more than anything and I miss him so much right now."

"I'm sure you two can work something out." He hugged me. I nodded with a quiet thank you, hugging him back.

3rd POV

While sitting there hanging out with Y/N, something hit Kiri in the face. The two both said they love each other. They both admitted they loved each other more than anything. Kiri had to hide the smile that wanted to split across his face. Y/N gave him a look when an excited laugh escape but he just waved them off.

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foolschancey · 1 month

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Who are you, no really?

I love that so many services are built for the socially awkward Millennial these days. Get odds and ends or just a needed meal delivered to my door? Don't mind if I do! Groceries that I can just pickup and don't have to walk across a parking lot sized store to find and then purchase? I'm right there!

It's also great because it works so well with my trans journey. Lets me avoid awkward stares and weird looks that drain my batteries and daily spoon budget with. It helps me keep my space feeling safe and comfy.

The part that's not so great about it is how much work I need to do to be seen as myself. All of the apps and services do so much to verify who you are. Even when checking in with a location based app that should already be verifying my identity. this morning I had a nice person ask for my name and I said Amelia like usual but then she asked for the last name for verification. I then smiled to avoid gritting my teeth and provided my name.

This might seem like a small thing that maybe Cis peeps may not pickup on but I get that extra small verification question often enough that I've realized what it is. "You don't match what I think this name is. Who are you, really?". For reference I was the only car at the pickup corral and had just checked in with the app. I don't know how I could have been some random pulling up and guessing my first name randomly for free groceries. That small extra verification could be nice because they're trying to make sure I'm in fact picking up my own groceries but I'm most certainly Amelia and continually proving that to the world when my voice doesn't match is soo tiresome.

Tiresome because I just woke up and decided to skip my mandatory daily shave and makeup routine so I could make the pickup window on time. Because I am so clearly me and the apps go through so much work to already prove to you who I am already.

I know this is a frustration that will pass. I know that I'm still early in my journey. I know that laser hair removal (once I can afford it) will eventually remove the daily shave requirement. That once that part is gone throwing on makeup will take less than 5 minutes to get out the door so doing it before going to pickup groceries wont feel like a chore. I know that my voice is good and once I'm warmed up and ready for the day people will say ma'am and young lady (both of which happened to me last night!!!)

One day it wont feel like I have to be a warmed up actor/voice actor in makeup and "costume" to just be seen as the name that shows up on the app. People will always genuinely see me as Amelia. No secondary or followup verification needed. Obligatory selfie! Sure I look rough, sure I haven't had coffee, meds or done shave and makeup yet but I am definitely me and I'm definitely cute af!

Stay silly :)

#transgender #trans #just trans things #transition #relatable #queer #love yourself #stay positive

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jxstadaydreamer · 2 years

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perfect harmony 🔞

Part of @myeoning-call's Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa Collab

Pairing: Park Chanyeol x F.Reader AU: Pianist!Interior Designer!Chanyeol x Hotel Guest!Reader Genre: Fluff, Slowburn, Smut. PLEASE DNI IF MINOR. Word count: 10.2k words

Summary: Girl needs break. Girl books hotel weekend to treat herself. Girl checks into hotel. Girl spots handsome guy. Handsome guy catches girl staring. And the rest is history.

Warnings: brief mentions of anxiety/anxious thoughts/situations, explicit language, explicit sexual content (spanking, dirty talk, slight dom/sir Chanyeol, marking, biting, teasing, edging, breast play, nipple play, begging, vaginal fingering, oral (male receiving), unprotected sex (be safe!), cum eating).

Author's Note: Hello everyone! It's been a while. I've been working on this one for a while and it's my longest story yet so please show it some love (reblogs are graciously encouraged) 💞 Thank you to @myeoning-call for setting this up, this was fun and definitely gave me some motivation to write again! 💞 And a special thank you to @ouvuo for keeping me motivated and giving me advice along the way 💞 Please remember to check out the stories already posted by other members of the collab, there are a few mentions in this story related to the other EXO members, and keep an eye out for future additions!

Life was beginning to drain you, the same routine day in, day out. Long days of work and weekends dedicated to familial and social commitments leaving you with no time for yourself. Looking through your calendar, you notice an empty weekend with nothing scheduled and decide to take that opportunity to mark it off as your very own self care weekend. Some quality time to do whatever you want and however you want, all by yourself.

You settle on booking yourself a nice suite at a fancy hotel you’ve seen frequently mentioned online lately, the Crimson Aurora Hotel & Spa. Something about new owners that have improved the hotel vastly, not that they didn’t have an already impeccable reputation prior. Opting to book a fancier suite for yourself for the occasion, you look forward to it and begin to make a mental checklist of what you will need to bring. You’re not quite sure why, maybe it was the fact that this was the first time you will have ever done anything like this, and entirely alone too, but you feel a sort of nervousness at what this weekend could bring you, in a good kind of way.

♫~

A few weeks pass by agonisingly slow. Was it because time always seemed to slow down when you were excited for something? Like the night before an excursion at school, the last hour of the working day or the promise to catch up with an old friend the next day. But it didn’t matter anymore because the day you had been patiently waiting for is finally here. Time for you to be all about you. You happily leave work, a giddy smile on your face and a little hop in your step, get into your car and head towards the hotel.

Managing to navigate the discreet entrance to the underground carpark, you find yourself a convenient spot near the elevators, pulling your well packed bags out the trunk and head to the reception to check in. You are greeted by the friendly staff at the reception and give them your details. Once you confirm everything, you give them a few moments to check over your arrangements, turning around and taking in the magnificent lobby. The high ceilings, the beautiful chandelier, the tasteful decoration and furniture choices.

Your eyes drift across the room until something, or rather someone, who catches your eye. Off to the side, two men are engaged in conversation. The one you facing you is shorter, dark hair and a fancy suit. Classically handsome. He looks like he could be someone important, although the conversation they are having must be friendly and casual, telling by the way his eyes are crinkled into little half moons as he laughs. The one that really catches your attention though has broad, bouncing shoulders which belong to the taller man opposite him as he laughed along, his loud yet monotone hahaha echoing the room. Now usually, you wouldn’t look twice at a persons ears, however, with his back facing you, you notice the oddly horizontal angle of the tops of his ears, almost comical, yoda-like, and a smile stretches across your face at the sight.

Just as your luck would have it, this was the exact moment he turns around and you catch a glimpse of his strikingly handsome face. His big, beautiful eyes. His big, beautiful eyes that are looking right at you. His big, beautiful eyes that had just caught you smiling at him and his big, beautiful eyes that could now see the embarrassed look quickly taking over your features. Shit. Your cheeks immediately flush beet red and you quickly avert your gaze back towards the reception desk, trying to act as nonchalant as possible.

You don’t catch the smirk on his face after you turn away.

Thankfully the receptionist hands you the keycard and you scurry to the elevator that will take you up to your escape. Literally. In more ways that one right now.

When you finally reach your room and step inside, you are immediately taken away by the view of the city and horizon, courtesy of the floor to ceiling windows. Dropping your bags beside the bed, you admire the scenic sunset before turning around to take a proper look at the room. The peachy sunset glow making the plush bedding looking extra inviting, inciting you to do a little run and jump, landing on the cushy blankets and pillows. As you give in to the drooping of your eyes, you can feel yourself starting to drift off to sleep. Deciding you can allow yourself the pleasure of having a nap before finding something to eat.

♫~

Stretching your arms and legs, you wake up feeling relaxed and refreshed. However, the feeling is short-lived when you open your eyes and realise how dark the sky has gotten. And as if right on queue, your stomach grumbles to remind you that you are yet to have dinner. A quick internet search shows that the restaurant of the hotel is still open, albeit only for another hour or so, and you start to mentally prepare yourself for your first solo dining experience in an upscale restaurant, already feeling the anxiety starting to bubble up inside of you.

Not having much time to waste, you quickly touch up your makeup from the work day, slip on a simple but nice black dress and take the elevator down to the level the restaurant is located. You are shown to a table on the side and promptly order a cocktail to calm your nerves as you wait for your food, already knowing what dish you had wanted to order because you had scoured the menu online beforehand.

You’ve already sipped over half your drink but the jitters were still ever present in your veins, so you avoid looking around at other restaurant patrons in case you could see their eyes judging you for being alone in a nice place like this. Social anxiety is a wonderful thing, isn’t it?

Suddenly you heard a familiar tune being played beautifully on the piano in a way that instantly eased your nerves, calming the storm that was swirling inside your head. It had been a while since you had heard River Flows In You but it was always one of your favourites, and you could recognise it in a heartbeat.

It takes you a few moments, relishing in the new calm the melody brought to you before you turn to the black grand piano situated on the small platform in the corner of the room and you’re not sure why you hadn’t noticed earlier when you entered the restaurant but there he was, the tall, handsome stranger from yesterday. You know the one, the one with the cute elf-like ears, the broad shoulders and the big, beautiful eyes. Yeah, that one. There he is sitting on the piano bench as his hands glide effortlessly back and forth across the black and white keys, fingers expertly playing each note in the correct order with the utmost perfect timing.

Possibly the most beautiful sight you had ever seen and it was safe to say, you are completely entranced. So much so that you hadn’t noticed the song had ended and another had begun playing til you snap out of your little haze and notice that history has once more repeated itself and you find yourself being watched by those big, beautiful eyes. Again. But this time, they are accompanied by a deep dimple beside a side smile that has you once more blushing furiously and looking elsewhere from the humiliation of being caught. Again.

♫~

Somehow, you have successfully made it through your meal with as minimal contact as possible. Or so you believe anyway. It was incredibly hard for your gaze to not mindlessly drift over towards his direction. You weren’t entirely sure if he did notice your not so subtle glances or not, considering the smile and dimple were present each time, but you are thankful he chose to focus his eyes on the music sheets in front of him instead.

Deciding you aren’t quite ready to head back to your room yet, you wander over to the luxurious looking bar lounge that is also equipped with a beautiful view of the city lights, ordering yourself a drink and taking a seat beside the window so you could admire the sight.

Just as you finish your drink and are about you raise your hand to order another, there is one already being placed onto the small table in front of you. You look up at the waitress with a puzzled look on your face. She gives you a friendly smile and nods her head over towards the bar, telling you the handsome guy over there had bought this for you. You follow the direction of her nod and your eyes once again land on the tall, handsome, piano playing stranger with big, beautiful eyes, a deep dimple and a smile that could easily change from being sweet to smug in the 2 seconds.

He raises his glass at you and you fumble to pick yours up, raising it in return to cheers with him from across the room. You nod him a quick thank you and he flashes you a grin, perfect teeth visible from the distance between you both. A similar smile grows across your own features, your reaction seems to please his ego and he gives you a quick wink before turning back to the bar.

Not long after, you are interrupted from your thoughts by someone clearing their throat beside you.

“Would it be alright if I join you?”

A little stunned by his handsome looks up close, you forget to reply, making him think maybe he had misunderstood the situation.

“I’m sorry, I just noticed you were alone and wondered if you would like some company, is all. If you’d rather be al-”

“No! No. Of course, I’d love for you to join me.” You quickly spoke, hands gesturing to the seat opposite your own.

He huffs a huge sigh of relief before taking a seat and scans his eyes across the well-lit horizon outside and turns his gaze to you. It doesn’t take too long for the awkwardness to settle in, realising that between all the exchanged glances and smiles, the two of you had never spoken to each other before.

“So what brings you here?”

“I loved the song you played earlier!”

Both spoken simultaneously in an attempt to break the ice which brings you both to laugh at the silliness of the situation. He holds his glass up to cheers with you, the alcohol definitely helping you both alleviate your nerves.

You clear your throat and lean back in your seat, placing your drink back down on the table and you can’t help but notice his eyes following your every move. Almost as if he is as mesmerised by you as are by him. Is he really? Or is the alcohol making you feel confident? Either way, you decide to just enjoy the feeling.

“I loved the song you played before, River Flows In You? It’s one of my favourites. I’m a big fan of Yiruma.”

His eyes widen a smidge but you definitely caught the motion, paying close attention to him also.

“Oh,” he grins, “Actually, it’s not a piece I was meant to play but I snuck it in considering the restaurant was much less busy and it seemed like no one was paying attention anyways.”

“I’m glad you did. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard it. Definitely made me feel a little nostalgic.”

“Do you play too?”

“Gosh no! I’m way too uncoordinated to. I mean, I tried learning but it never really worked out.” you say sheepishly, a little embarrassed at your admission.

“That’s okay, maybe I can teach you one day, if you want?”

“Maybe.”

The way this man makes you blush like a schoolgirl. When you look back up, you could’ve sworn he had just breathed out “cute” ever so quietly.

“So I couldn’t help but notice, you’re here alone?” He tilts his head in a puppy-like manner. “I mean, not just tonight but I saw you earlier in the lobby too.”

Oh fuck. He remembers. That means he saw your reaction.

“Ah, yeah. I just need a break I guess. You know how life gets sometimes.”

“Alone?” He prods gently.

“Mm,” you hum, taking a second to gather your thoughts, “People can just be draining every now and then. It’s always someone needs something, need to be somewhere, have to do this, have to do that. Between work and family and friends, I had no time for myself. So I decided to just give myself a little vacation, you know, put myself first for once?”

You surprise yourself a little, spilling your thoughts and feelings to this man who is essentially a stranger. And, again, maybe it’s the alcohol speaking but something about him makes you feel comfortable and, dare you say, safe.

“I like that,” he gives you a sweet smile filled with proudness, “knowing to prioritise yourself.”

“What about you? You’re here by yourself too.”

“Well I came here for some after work drinks.” You nod at his admission, it made sense after all. “And because I noticed this pretty girl that was always by herself, and I felt so intrigued by her, wanting some excuse to talk to her.”

Your eyes round at his statement, his eyes focus on you, confident and smouldering til a thought crosses his mind that makes him hold his hands up in front of him, waving them nervously.

“I just realised how creepy that sounded! I swear that’s not what I mean. And I promise it’s not something I do often, well, ever.” He barks out in a singular breath, scrambling to save himself. “I mean, when I saw you in the lobby and caught you staring at me, you were just unbelievably cute and since then I caught myself thinking about you, who you were, if you came alone or if you were meeting someone, if I’d ever see you again, if-,” looking up at you, embarrassed at his own rambling of words and confession of thoughts, “Crap. I screwed this up didn’t I?” taking a deep breath before continuing his onslaught of words. “Let me start again. Hi, I’m Chanyeol. I’m the pianist here at the Crimson Aurora. I thought you were really cute and I’d like to get to know you.”

He tries his best and gives you a nervous smile, a shaky breath escapes his lips before he hangs his head in humiliation and defeat.

But then you laugh.

His ears perk up at the melodious sound and he looks up to find you covering your mouth in an attempt to not be too loud. The happy sight makes him burst in his own fit of chuckles.

“Don’t worry, I think I have a pretty good creep radar and I definitely don’t get that vibe from you. I just didn’t know what to say because, well, I thought I was the one with a silly little schoolgirl crush on this ridiculously handsome and talanted man I had only seen twice. I didn’t think the feeling was reciprocated.”

He folds his arms and leans forward on the table, right brow quirking upwards, cocky smirk growing on his lips, the confident expression allowing him to surpass handsome and fit the description of hot.

“A crush? I don’t remember saying I had a crush.”

Two can play at this game, mirroring his expression and pose, you lean forward, hardening your eyes and challenging his cocky stare.

“Not as directly as I did, no, but you sure described exactly what a crush sounds like.”

The identical expressions on your faces speak more than any words ever could, you reach for your glass and clink it with his, downing the rest and he signals to the waitress to bring two more.

As the night goes on, you converse with him about anything and everything, the drinks and conversation flowing freely.

♫~

You’re not sure how long you had stayed there with him, drinking and talking the night away, but it is certainly getting quite late and as much as you wish the night could last forever, it’s time to part ways.

Chanyeol insists on walking you up to your room, telling you a pretty girl who had been drinking shouldn’t be left alone at this time of night, even if all you had to do was hop into the elevator and travel a number of floors up to reach your destination. He is adamant that he won’t be able to rest if he wasn’t sure that you had gotten back safely.

He waves the waitress over and hands her his card to pay for the damage you both did over the course of the night.

“I can take care of myself, you know. I don’t need you to be my knight in shining armor or my sugar daddy.”

You are a little surprised at yourself for being so bold with your words. Maybe you’re more drunk than you originally thought, giving yourself a little reminder to keep a little composure despite your intoxication. But the next actions and words from Chanyeol make you believe maybe he is just as drunk as you are, liquid courage flowing through both your veins.

He chuckles with that deep, velvety, sinful voice of his, “Oh, I know you can take care of yourself, baby girl, but maybe I want to take care of you, I certainly have the means to.” Shooting you a wink for extra emphasis, once more igniting the heat in your cheeks, and perhaps somewhere else too if you are being completely honest with yourself.

When you stand to leave, your ankle suddenly gives out and makes you stumble. Luckily Chanyeol is there to catch you, a strong arm wraps itself around your waist. But as soon as you regain your balance, his arm disappears just as quickly as it had appeared. He holds out his arm for you to hold onto and you happily oblige, gently wrapping your hand around the inside of his bicep and you can definitely feel the definition of his muscle there.

Clearing his throat with a smug expression on his face, he asks if you’re ready to go and with a smile and nod, he walks you to the elevators, pressing the button and leading you inside when it had arrives.

There is a certain tension inside the elevator, especially since you are pressed snugly against his body and still have a firmer than needed grip on his inner arm considering you could walk just fine now and didn’t need the support to stand still and upright. A needy heat is circulating your body and you can’t help but glance up at him and through the reflection of the steel walls inside the elevator, attempting to get a read to see if he could possibly be feeling the same way you were. And you’re so focussed on his face, you fail to notice that although his posture seems cool and calm and collected leaning against the metal back wall, his other hand is flexing open and shut as he tries to wipe his sweaty palms against his pants.

Ding! The elevator alerts you to the arrival of your floor and Chanyeol steps out first with you half a step behind him. He turns left, assuming where your room would be and you quickly slide from your hand from his upper arm down to the palm of his hand and tug him the opposite direction, stating your room number.

Chanyeol laughs, doing a slight bow and extends his free hand in a you lead the way manner. He takes things a step further and interlaces his fingers between yours. When you look up at him, he lifts your joined hands and kisses the back of yours, soft lips lingering on your skin as he holds eye contact.

Finally arriving at your door, you turn to face him and it’s a moment where neither of you are ready to let go or say your goodbyes, your hands still holding tightly onto eachothers conveying your feelings.

“Well…this is me.” You say, looking down at your feet and gulping your nervousness down.

A few moments pass and he still hadn’t responded, so you look back up at him only to find him staring mindlessly at your face.

“Chanyeol?”

He shakes himself out of his daydream.

“Oh. Sorry. I just..um,” he glances to the side sheepishly and you can see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat before he looks back to you and says, “Can I kiss you? I really want to kiss you right now.”

“I thought you’d never ask,” you say in a soft whisper before stepping up on your tippy toes to press your lips to his.

It takes him a quarter of a second before he starts to respond, momentarily and happily stunned by your willingness, a warm hand cups your jaw, thumb rubbing your cheek and you can feel him smiling. The cute gesture doesn’t last long when his hand travels down and around the nape of your neck and you turn your head to the side, allowing the kiss to deepen. When he parts his lips, you lick into the warm cavern of his mouth, tussling with his tongue and he groans, wrapping his free hand around your waist and pressing you closer to his body. The force makes you stumble backwards into the wall and his fast reflexes react as the hand on your neck quickly places itself on the wall behind your head, softening your landing.

When he starts squeezing at your waist, an involuntary moan creeps its way up your throat, releasing itself from your mouth and it’s this exact moment that he releases his lips from yours, pressing his forehead against your own and breathing heavily, eyes closed as he reels in his eagerly growing desire to ravage you right then and there in the hallway.

“Fuck.” he sighs, opening his eyes to look directly into yours, “You’re going to be the death of me, baby girl.”

He kisses you, sweetly this time with an obvious held back desire, before taking a step back.

“Did you want to come in?” you ask, nodding back at your door.

An airy laugh breezes from his lips. “Trust me, there’s nothing I’d love more than to do just that. But I’ve been drinking and I won’t be able to treat you the way you deserve.” Firing another wink at you.

Him and his damned winks that have you weak in the knees.

“Oh.” You whisper, a little shy and embarrassed for being so forward. After a few beats of silence, you look back up with your best attempt at a confident, unphased face, “Well, I guess I’ll j-”

“What I can do right now though, is ask for your number?”

The quirk of the corner of his lip and dimple suggesting he did see your few moments of attempting recomposure. You nod and hold your hand out expectantly, he follows suit and slips his phone out of his pocket, places it into your hand, strategically grazes his fingers along your own as his hand retreats, a subtle touch that did the opposite of quenching your thirst for him in this situation. You quickly type it in and hold it out for him but instead of taking it, he holds his palm open below yours, playful eyes challenging you to mimic his little game of touch. Instead, you harden your own stare and simply drop the phone into his hand, earning a laugh that was too contagious to not incite your own.

He looks at his phone and notices you had left out a specific detail that he was dying to know.

“And what will I be saving this number as, hm? You haven’t told me your name yet.”

“I’ll tell you if you remember in the morning.”

You wink at him and turn around, sliding your access card into the door and stepping in, calmly but rushingly closing it behind you.

Your back immediately hits the door, breathing as you can not believe how bold you were just now.

In between your breaths, you hear his chuckle through the door and, although he had said it softly, it was clear enough for you to hear.

“What have I gotten myself into?” He sighs out loud.

A slow few seconds pass before you hear his steps leading away from your door.

♫~

It’s a new day, arousing from your slumber with a stretch and yawn, you are greeted with the wonderful view of a clear, sunny day which immediately put you in a good mood. Especially since you are feeling so well rested and comfortable, the hotel bedding of much more quality than your own and you make a mental note to replace your own at home. Your thoughts, somehow, travel to the events of the previous evening and the way you had spent it, or rather, who you had spent it with and a fire erupts within you, remembering exactly how daring you were towards him last night, going as far as inviting him to spend the night with you. Someone you had met just that very day too. You roll over and scream into the pillow, kicking your legs in frustration and embarrassment.

But, wait.

You aren’t being entirely ridiculous because you weren’t the only one flirting or getting caught up in the passion and desire because he well and truly flirted back with you, seemingly wanting everything you did as well, just as much as you did. And as the thoughts and memories swirl around in your head, it helps to ease your anxieties. Remembering, aside from the racier moments, just how easy it had been to talk to him, the chit chat and banter never ending. A smile spreads across your lips from the memories.

Reaching for your phone, you can see the usual notifications - weather, various social media apps - but it is the message icon that has all your attention. A message from an unknown number. The preview just long enough to clue you in on who it could possibly be and you quickly tap it open.

Unknown (7:12am): It’s morning and I still want to know your name, mysterious hotel girl 😉

The smile on your face from earlier? It’s no longer a smile but a huge grin as you tap out you reply.

You (7:52am): I’ll tell you at breakfast, Chanyeol 😉

Chanyeol (7:54am): It’s a date. See you at the buffet in half?

You type out a quick reply and jump up to get ready, going through all the outfits you had brought along with you in your head so you could match your makeup.

Twenty something minutes later, with enough minutes to spare so you can get down to the buffet without being too early, too on time or too late, you check your reflection in the mirror. You opt for a cute, white sundress and a no-makeup makeup look, keeping things light and fresh. After a quick coat of gloss on your lips, you head out to meet Chanyeol.

You walk into the breakfast buffet area and look around. You spot Chanyeol sitting at a table by himself, a blue and white striped button up over a white t-shirt and some jeans, hair fluffy and natural. He looks casual and nice. As you walk over, Chanyeol happens to look up and his jaw drops, not expecting you to look the way you do. He quickly picks it up and expands a giant grin across his lips, waving you over.

“Hi!” he exclaims, then shyly brings his waving hand around the back of his neck, mumbling at himself to calm down.

“Good morning,” you laugh at him. The dork in front of you is a huge contrast to the suave man you were with last night.

“Good morning indeed. You look very beautiful.” He winks at you.

Ah, there it is. He switches the charm back on. You roll your eyes and take a seat opposite him.

“So, I believe you owe me something?” He questions with a quirk of his brow.

“Oh, do I?” You pout your bottom lip, pretending to look around, wondering what it could possibly be. “What have you been calling me this whole time?”

“Mystery hotel girl, cute girl from the lobby, pretty girl that blushes when I look at her, so on and so forth. Now, your name? I think I’ve been patient enough.”

You smirk at him.

“My name is Y/N.”

“Hm, Y/N.” He tests the name on his tongue.

Now, you’ve never thought much of your name before. You never liked nor disliked it, but, the way he says your name makes you fall in love. With it? With him? Who knows at this point. He gives you butterflies and it makes you feel silly but you crave the feeling, you enjoy it.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” Another wink that makes you roll your eyes and you both laugh at the cliche line. “Now, I don’t know about you, Y/N, but I’m starving! How about we get some food for ourselves?”

With an enthusiastic nod at the prospect of food, you both head over to scope out the food selection, everything looking extremely appetising and smelling just divine.

Over the course of breakfast, you both engage in conversation and get to know each other more.

“So, what are your plans for the day?”

“I’m not too sure. I think I might do some shopping, maybe some swimming and a light lunch? I heard raving reviews about the spa here too so I might go for a massage. Lord knows my back could use some relief.”

“Oh, I can help you out there. My friend is the spa director and the head masseuse! I can definitely pull some strings for you.”

“That would be amazing! I saw lots of reviews mentioning his massages! It would be great if I could get an appointment with him.”

“No, not him!” Chanyeol says, too quickly and too loudly and you’re a little taken back. “I mean,” he clears his throat, “he’s usually quite busy. I’ll see if he can get you in with his next best though and throw in some extra services for you too.”

You laugh at his flustered answer but there’s no time to dwell on the thought when he asks you if you there’s anything in particular you’re shopping for.

“I think I’m going to look for some new bedding actually. And maybe some new decor for my apartment. I don’t know, ever since I’ve been at this hotel, everything is decorated so nicely and tastefully, it makes me want to change things up at home too!”

If this were yesterday, you would have been embarrassed at having spoken so much, worried that you maybe said too much or spoke too fast. But not now, you’ve grown used to how comfortable Chanyeol makes you feel. He’s a great conversationalist, listens to what you say and banters appropriately. If anything, it was surprising how he could make you feel at ease in just an instant, even if the winks he sent your way always had you blushing.

“Anyways, enough about me. What about you? Any plans for today?”

“Oh, just a few meetings with clients I think.”

“Clients?”

“Ah, I don’t think I ever mentioned. I’m also a freelance interior designer. Actually, my friend owns this hotel and I helped with the interior designs here when he took over.” He says with a knowing smile. “So, if you need advice choosing things for your apartment, I’m happy to offer my services also.” He does a little prince like bow to accompany his offer.

“I might take you up on that offer actually. I feel like there’s always something missing or something a little out of place when I’m looking to spruce up my place.”

“Anytime, just shoot me a text and I’ll come to your rescue.”

“You’re full of charms, aren’t you?” You smile at him. “Actually, how does an interior designer end up becoming the pianist at a hotel?”

“Well, you know when you finish high school, find something you’re interested in enough to make a career out of it but once you start working, you find that you don’t feel quite fulfilled in life? Like there’s something else you could do that would make you happier.” He looks to see if you’re still listening and finds you patiently watching him. “I made a lot of money being an interior designer but I felt like there was something missing. One day I was at a gathering with friends, celebrating his new hotel ownership and I saw a piano, sat down and started to play. My friend, who owns this hotel and knew about the current dilemma in my life, saw how happy I looked playing and asked if I’d like to play piano in the restaurant of his hotel. He only wants the best of everything and that’s why he made the offer to me. And, well, it sounded a lot better than what I was doing at the time. I guess you can relate a little, work becoming draining, so the switch up was nice. So now, I play the piano here most nights and pick up some interior design work here and there.”

It takes you a couple moments to properly process everything he’s just said and he patiently waits, taking a sip of his drink and finishing his food.

“That’s very brave of you to give up one career and find something else to do that makes you happy. I feel like that sometimes but, I don’t know what else I could do.”

“I can help you with that too, if you want. Either way, I’m sure you’ll find something. Don’t worry about money, I could take care of you while you soul search.” He winks, invoking the memory of his words and suggestions the night prior.

Now usually, a man suggesting that he could take care of you financially would make you feel sick. Like they thought you weren’t capable of looking after yourself. But Chanyeol? You and him had spoken enough about your own lives that you know he knows you are well and truly okay by yourself. And his suggestion comes from a place of wanting to take care of someone out of love and respect, rather than a misogynistic point of view.

“We’ll see.” You smile at him.

You finish your meal and Chanyeol walks you back up to your room, smoothly sliding his hand into yours along the way. He says goodbye with a smile, pressing a sweet, warm kiss to your forehead and a promise of seeing you later.

♫~

As you’re browsing the stores in the nearby shopping mall complex, you keep finding things that would lead your thoughts to Chanyeol. Like a cartoon figurine you thought he could add to the collection that he passionately told you about, a cap or a shirt you think might suit him or just odd little knick knacks that would remind you of him.

You’ve given up fighting yourself in the war to not think about him, it was pointless to even try. What is puzzling you is, you’ve had crushes before, of course, plenty of them. But you’ve never had a crush like this and you didn’t think it would be possible at your age. This feels like the teenage kind of crush where they’re constantly on your mind and the mere thought sends butterflies fluttering around your insides. The kind of crush where your feelings are so intense that it seems a little ridiculous and the way your heart rate picks up every time you see him. And all for a man that you’ve known for a barely a day?

But he’s Chanyeol. He’s tall and he’s handsome and he’s charming, yes, anyone could agree. But he’s also warm and kind and genuine. He makes it hard to not fall for him. Wait, fall for him? Are you getting ahead of yourself here? Isn’t it way too early to feel this way? But he makes you feel so safe and comfortable and puts you in an instant ease whenever you’re with him. Even the night before when passions and tensions were at a high, he still managed to keep himself collected enough to not give in because it was the gentlemanly thing to do considering you had both just met and been drinking somewhat heavily.

You start to grow tired of your racing thoughts, circling around the same non-issue and decide to just let things progress as they come. Deciding to end the shopping trip and head back to the hotel. You look at the time and notice it’s still a little too early for lunch and you’re not quite hungry yet, still somewhat full from breakfast so you elect to take a dip in the swimming pool.

Luckily you had conveniently packed a small swimming bag so all you have to do is quickly change into your swimsuit, throwing on an oversized shirt as a coverup and you are set to go.

The pool area is breath-taking and when you slide into the water, it is the perfect temperature for today's weather, not too hot and not too cold. Luckily, being in the middle of the day on the weekend, there aren’t too many people around and most seem to be enjoying some time alone also, the odd couple here and there. However, the fact that the pool isn’t crowded makes a singular person stand out. The one who seems to be the pool boy, telling by his chairs higher position that allows him to see across the entire area, is incredibly handsome. You’re suddenly caught by his icy glare which sends shivers down your spine and makes you avert your gaze elsewhere.

What is it with this hotel? Was it a job requirement to be good looking? You hadn’t yet met the masseuse but a couple of the reviews did mention him being quite a sight for sore eyes.

You spend an adequate amount of time relaxing in the pool before your stomach grumbles and tells you it’s time for lunch so you take that as your queue to exit and go back up to your room. While you’re in the elevator, your phone dings and you see a text from Chanyeol with arrangements for your massage appointment. You exchange a few texts back and forth and he asks if you specifically have any plans for the evening. When you tell him there’s nothing particular planned, he replies with a, “Great! Keep it free for me, please? I’d love to take you out.” and you could practically see him pouting as he waits for a reply.

The massage appointment Chanyeol had made for you isn’t for another 2 hours which gives you plenty of time to look for something to eat and relax a little, to let the food digest before you had to go.

♫~

A knock on your door signals your date's arrival and you quickly give yourself a once over in the mirror, nodding confidently at your choice of a cute red dress before answering the door.

You open the door expecting to see Chanyeol but instead you are greeted with a huge bouquet of flowers, pink lilies with hints of baby breath and some greenery. You’re absolutely stunned by the beautiful surprise and you don’t even realise small tears have formed in your eyes. It’s been a while since someone has gifted you flowers.

Chanyeol lowers the bouquet smiling but the smile quickly drops when he notices the tears in your eyes.

“Oh my god, d-did I do something wrong? Do you hate them?”

“No, I love them!” You reach out with a hand on his forearm to reassure him. “It’s just been a really long time since someone’s given me flowers.”

“Oh. Well I’m here now, expect to receive flowers often. You might even get sick of it, develop an allergy or something.” He laughs goofily and you instantly feel smitten at the idea he plans to continue gifting you flowers for the foreseeable future. “Are you ready?”

“Yup! Just let me put these somewhere safe and get my bag. They’re beautiful, by the way, I haven’t said thank you yet.”

You quickly press a kiss to his cheek that leaves him momentarily frozen laughing as you retreat further into your room to get what you needed, double checking you have everything you need before reuniting with Chanyeol at the door.

After closing the door, Chanyeol offers his arm to you and you happily wrap your hand around it as he leads the way. This time, you’re not so subtle about feeling him up. Aren’t feelings usually intensified when you’re drunk? Somehow, now when you are sober, his thick muscle feels even bigger and you’re already starting to feel a little warm.

“Looks like someone’s been working out.” You squeeze his bicep a few times to emphasise your comment.

“I try.” He laughs. That smooth, velvety laugh and his expressions show he’s pleased his efforts have been noticed. What man doesn’t like a boost to his ego?

♫~

Chanyeol takes you to the light festival held just a short walk from the hotel. Not too far that you feel tired from walking but you don’t think that you would’ve noticed anyhow, far too much enjoying the chatting with him as you walk.

He suggests maybe checking out the food stalls first before all the good stuff is sold out and you would be able to walk the food off as you explore afterwards and you happily oblige, allowing him to lead the way. It was nice to not have to think or plan ahead for once, having someone else do it for you.

You manage to buy an assortment of food from different stalls before finding an empty table to sit at. As you both dig into the food, you tell him about all the things you saw while shopping today that made you think of him and he makes you promise to go shopping with him sometime and show them to him in person, so he could decide for himself if he’d like them or not. He tells you about his boring meetings all day and how he couldn’t focus because he was too excited thinking about where he could take you tonight.

After you both finish the food, you decide to follow the paths mapped out by the event coordinators that show you all the exhibits and best photo spots. Chanyeol takes your hand, swinging it along the way excitedly as you begin to walk and it brings the both of you to a fit of giggles.

You find lots of exhibits and displays along the way that completely mesmerise you, each artist's use of lights different and so much more creative than you could ever imagine yourself to be. There is some use of projectors through tunnels that make the walk through very trippy, giving you the feeling of taking hallucinogens before walking through. Others use different light globes and sticks to create abstract art. You take turns with Chanyeol taking photos next to each display and every time you take his phone to see the photos he’s snapped of you, you’re in complete awe.

“Seriously, is there anything you’re not good at!? I wouldn’t be surprised if you told me you’re a freelance photographer too.”

“No,” he laughs, “you just photograph so well it makes an amateur like me look professional.”

You thought you had moved past the blushing, all the shyness and giddiness having been long gone but it seems Chanyeol always finds a way.

There’s an event happening that you find yourselves to be in the perfect viewing point for, a small parade of light creatures walking through the park. You stand to the side of the path to allow them room and for smaller children to move to the front. It seems Chanyeol has the same thought in mind because he stands behind you, wrapping his arms around you and resting his chin on your shoulder.

When you look to the side, his face is close enough that you can feel the warm, soft puffs of his breath. He smiles at you, dimple forming in his cheek and eyes turning to crescents, wrinkling at the outer corners.

“So the kids can see. And I’m a little cold. And my big head is getting heavy.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

You both laugh and he wraps his arms around you a little tighter. You return your attention to the front and bask in the colourful parade before you.

After the last of the creatures have passed by, you notice everyone else is remaining still rather than dispersing and your keen ear can hear a group standing nearby saying the fireworks would be starting soon. You look to Chanyeol and he mouths ‘wanna stay?’ having heard the same thing you just did and you nod. No longer needing to make way for others to see the path, Chanyeol moves to stand beside you, wrapping an arm around your waist to keep you close.

You think it seems fitting. What kind of light festival would it be if there wasn’t a huge display of lights in the sky to end the nights festivities?

It’s not a long wait til you hear the first booms in the sky signalling the beginning of the performance and the two of you look up along with the crowd around you. A harmony of ooh’s and ahh’s follow each crackle, pop and boom of gunpowder in the sky.

When you turn to face Chanyeol, he’s already looking down at you but unlike your previous self, he wasn’t shy about being caught.

“You look beautiful tonight, I don’t think I’ve told you yet.”

You immediately step up on your toes and hold his face in both your hands, crashing your lips against his. The hand that wasn’t already wrapped around your waist braces itself on your hip and pulls you closer. Eventually your hands slip from his face down to his neck, one lands itself on his broad shoulders while the other slides down to his arm, pulling it to wrap tighter around your back. Chanyeol removes his hand from your hip and replaces its position at the nape of your neck, tilting your head to the side so his tongue could gain better access.

The kiss quickly grows heated and only when you hear the clapping of those around you do you both remember that you are in fact still in a public setting and the direction this kiss is heading is probably not appropriate for the eyes of families with children to witness. You part with a chuckle, forehead leaning against eachothers in disbelief.

It’s obvious now that it was time to head back home. Well, back to your hotel room.

♫~

Keeping your hands off each other was proving to be a very difficult task, especially when you find yourselves alone in the elevator. Quickly pulling yourself apart when the elevator dings before and you painfully realise you haven’t arrived at your floor yet. The knowing looks from the other patrons stepping into the elevator because of your heavy panting makes you blush furiously.

Once you finally make it inside your hotel room, you push Chanyeol against the door, slamming it shut and undoing his buttons one by one. The second you reach the last button, he spins you around against the wall and kisses down your neck, choosing to perfect spot to latch his lips onto and suck a deep bruise. His hand rounds your ass, smoothing it over before he gives you a big smack and grabs at your meaty flesh, making you whimper desperately and you can feel his lips pursing into a proud smile as he licks at the mark he’s made.

His hand slides down your thigh and wraps your leg around his waist. This new closeness and angle allowing you to feel his hardening length right where you’re most needy for him and you can’t help but rut yourself against him to feel more. Chanyeol grunts and returns the favour, steadily rocking himself into you and by now your desire was so pent up, you swear you could cum just like this.

“Fuck,” he breathes out heavily, “Y/N, baby, I can feel you pulsing.”

And it wasn’t until he said this that you realise exactly just how needy you are. It had been a long time since you’ve been with someone and solo activity, although effective, doesn’t quite hit the same as being with someone else.

“Please, need you.” You say to him, looking into his eyes when he lifts his head from its attack on your neck.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ve got you.”

He presses his lips to yours, tongue pushing its way inside your mouth, wrestling with your own. His strong arms easily lift you and carry you over to the bed, laying you down gently as he crawls over you, engulfing your body with his own giant self and his lips seek the salty sweetness of your skin, kissing across your chest. You spread your legs for him and he drops his hips between, continuing to rock into you at a steady pace, careful to not work you up too much because little did you know, Chanyeol has plans for you tonight.

Unknowing of said plans, your hands fly down to his belt buckle, the clanking of your hands working feverishly to undo them to get to what you really wanted.

Suddenly Chanyeol halts all actions and skillfully collects both your wrists in one of his large hands and pins them above your head.

“No, no, baby girl,” he tutts, “let me take care of you. Don’t worry, don’t think, just let me do it for you. Okay?”

He’s looking into your eyes so intensely, you gulp and nod, granting him the permission he needs and he thanks you with a kiss. He lets go of your wrists and you push him to sit up on your knees, your arms reach around your back to pull the zip and you carefully slip the thick straps off one by one. The dress falls off your body to reveal the matching red set you had put on earlier in hopes for tonights events. Chanyeols eyes, which were locked in a heated stare with your own, fall along with your dress and his gaze rakes lustfully over your body.

Chanyeol lunges forward with a growl but you stop him, hands pressing onto the bare skin of his chest.

“Off with these first, please.” You say seductively, looking up at him with your doe eyes. How could he say no?

You push the open shirt off his shoulders and he slides them down his arm and tosses it on the floor as you resume your work on the buckle of his belt, clacking it undone before you pop the button of his jeans open and reach inside, palming his length, much larger than you had originally thought.

He groans and you help him push the rest of his jeans off his thighs. He gently takes your hand off and kisses it while he stands to kick his pants off. Keeping his hold on your hand, Chanyeol sits behind you with his legs on either side of you, pulling you flush against his chest.

Chanyeol had caught on to the way you instantly melt at the feel of his lips working their magic on your neck earlier and chooses to repeat his actions. He places kisses on your skin, starting at the outer corner of your shoulder, travelling inwards, nibbling gently at the junction of your shoulder and neck before he brings his lips upwards to that spot located just behind your jaw. He’s close enough to your ear that you can hear his voice clearly when he speaks.

“Let me help you relax, hm? Relieve some of that stress,” he emphasises the hiss which sends shivers down your spine, “and tension, hm?” He kisses his way to the other side of your neck, your head following his movement and obediantly rolling to the opposite side of his. His hands caress their way up your thighs, fingertips grazing the sensitive skin of your waist and tummy. “Will you let me, hm? Will you be a good girl for me?”

You couldn’t even bring yourself to answer, lost in the feeling as his hands cup the undersides of your clothed breasts and give them a gentle squeeze that makes a pleased sigh escape your lips, your head rolling back to lean on his broad shoulder.

“Answer me, sweetheart.” He pauses all movements on your body as he asks one last time, “Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be a good girl for you.”

Chanyeol can feel himself twitching inside his boxers, aching to be inside you.

“Sir, hm?” He says with a smirk, placing a kiss on your cheek. “I like that. Now you be a good girl for me, you cum when I tell you to. Okay? Hold it til then.”

“Yes, Sir.”

He uses one hand to undo the clasp of your bra, letting it fall off your chest and freeing your breasts and you suck in a deep breath when his hands grab a hold of them, feeling the warmth now that there was nothing in the way. Your hips fidget when he squeezes particularly hard on one side before the other, his lips and tongue working their magic on the skin of your neck. His index fingers reach up and start alternating between flicking your nipple and ever so lightly circling your areolas, expertly making you feel the most pleasurable sensations, body jerking accordingly to his touches.

At this point, your neediness is so built up over the course of the night that you’re so close to cumming and, of course, Chanyeol can sense it with the way you’re whimpering and panting so desperately, body spasming in an almost orgasmic-like state. And just when you feel like you’re about to reach boiling point, he removes his hands from your chest and lowers them, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling back his oral attack to a lesser, sweeter, more gentle kiss placed on your shoulder instead.

“Remember, only when I tell you to. That was a close one, sweetheart.”

Chanyeol holds you close and when he feels your breathing starting to even out a little, his hand moves down between your legs, fingers gently rubbing along your clothed slit. He can definitely feel the wet patch that had grown in your pants, using his middle and ring finger to press it into you and you can feel the sticking and unsticking to your skin.

He keeps one arm wrapped around your middle, holding you close and still. The fingers on his other hand had now found their place on your clit, throbbing and needy for some relief and he partially grants you some, rubbing circles furiously bringing you closer and closer to climax.

Only to cease his actions the moment your hands fly to his thigh and hand, grabbing onto them tightly.

“Please, Sir, please let me cum now.”

“Aw,” he fake sympathises with you, “such a good girl for begging so beautifully. But not yet. Just hold on for me.”

He tugs at the waistband of your underwear with one hand while the other taps at your thigh, prompting you to lift yourself up slightly so he could slip your panties off. He does so with minimal effort.

With both hands, he spreads your legs, placing his own over the top of yours to keep them in a locked open position. Using the same two fingers earlier to gather your wetness, he sufficiently coats his fingers in your arousal and begins rubbing at your clit again, circling it at just the right pressure and pace not to cause you pain, knowing how sensitive you must be right now.

He speaks praises directly into your ear, the close proximity making his husky voice sound so much sexier along with his choice of words.

Taking his fingers off your clit, he pushes both digits into your pussy, thrusting mercilessly as even he begins to lose control, moaning along with you at the feeling of your tight walls. He spreads his fingers inside of you, the stretch preparing you for what’s to come.

“What a good girl you are.” He kisses your cheek. “Wanna cum now?”

“Yes, Sir, please. I want to cum on your cock.”

Chanyeol groans at your words, immediately removing his fingers from you and using the wetness to pump his own cock. He watches as you promptly get up and turn around to face him, bending forward with your ass in the air and taking his cock in your mouth. Your hand wraps around the remainder of his shaft, stroking what you couldn’t fit inside your mouth that was sucking diligently for his pleasure. His hand rests on the back of your head as he moans out at your unexpected eagerness to please him, even though he had set out with all intent to make tonight about you.

He allows himself a few more moments of pure bliss before picking you up by your arms, kissing you as he lays you back down. He reaches down and places his tip at your entrance, holding himself up on his other arm so he can see your face the moment he pushes himself inside of you. He can barely keep his eyes open, wanting to mimic the way yours roll back into your head, feeling the way his thickness almost struggles to make its way inside.

You’re both breathing heavily and Chanyeol takes a moment to gently cup your face and look into your eyes as he begins pulling his cock back out and pushing it back in. You wrap your legs around his waist and he adjusts his position to a more pleasurable angle for you, knowing it was the right one when he feels your pussy death squeeze his cock. His hips begin to piston into the backs of your thighs and the room is echoing with moans, grunts and the slapping of skin on skin.

“Gonna cum now, hm?”

Your hands are gripping onto his arms tightly, nails digging into his biceps.

“Yes, Sir, gonna cum. Can I cum now? Please?”

His thrusts become harder and you’re about ready to burst.

“Cum, NOW. Cum on my fucking cock like a good girl, baby, cum!”

With his permission and command, you do exactly that and you scream out as your body spasms in a white hot pleasure. Chanyeol continues thrusting slowly to help you ride out your orgasm but he’s in a rush of his own.

“Fuck, come here.”

You quickly scrawl onto your knees, just in the nick of time as he strokes himself to completion. Stringy spurts of cum coating your lips, dripping inside your mouth and down your face. He places his cock onto your welcoming tongue and you happily take it inside your mouth.

If he had the energy, his eyes would be bulging right out of their sockets right now at the sight of you, messy with his cum on your face and cock in your mouth. He pulls himself out and uses his thumb to collect the remainders of himself, and before he can, you reach for his hand and push his thumb to your lips, licking his digit clean and popping it inside to give it a suck for good measure.

“Shit.” He breathes out. “You are going to be the death of me. I know it.”

You both laugh and he pulls you into his chest as he collapses onto your bed.

“C’mon, let’s quickly wash up first. Don’t pass out yet.” He gently suggests, feeling the calmness of your body and sensing you were about to doze off. “I’ll help you.”

“Will you stay after?”

“Hm, only if you pay for buffet breakfast tomorrow.” He says with a goofy grin. Your eyes may be closed but you can hear the smile in his voice knowing the buffet was complementary for hotel guests. And you’re assuming off the clock employees, not to mention friends of the owner.

“Oh? What happened to mister interior designer who makes money and certainly has the means to take care of me?”

Apparently, he’s too tired to audibly laugh out loud but his shoulders have no problem shaking as if he is, rudely bouncing your head along with them.

“I think I just proved I can take care of you in more ways than one, sweetheart.”

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