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Brocedes + 47 (kisses out of spite)

Im so sorryyyyyyyyy. I hope you're still here, anon, and you'll see this answer, I know I've been writing it for too long, but I had a kinda creative block🙏🏼 beginning - translation of the poem "old friend"

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I dream of the old friend who has become the enemy, but I dream not of the enemy, - of the friend. I'm dreaming of the old friend, like the first love that is forever it is already irrevocable. We were taking a risk, We bet on the fight, and now we are enemies — two former brothers.

Nico was angry. He knew that he no longer had the right to claim Lewis, he had lost him somewhere on the way to victory, lost bit by bit, like sand through trembling fingers, every bit of tenderness between them. And Lewis didn't take any steps towards him.

He still remembered the whispers between the slowly cooling sheets, the promises to belong to each other forever, even if he himself had once escaped from what had become of their relationship.

Nico was young. Too hasty. Desperate enough.

And infinitely greedy for the sight of his own name, lined with gold.

Nico was young. But even then, he knew Lewis was no better.

They exchanged years side by side with each other, seemingly bound by fate itself even when one of them was so obviously trying to break this connection. Nico did not want to humiliate himself in front of him, did not want to seek meetings with him intentionally, and yet even after more than four years of silence, he could not contain his admiration for his former best friend now that envy and personal ambitions were no longer an obstacle for him.

He achieved his own dream. He could only hope that Lewis would make his own.

Nico didn't immediately notice that something had changed between them - he relaxed after the end of his career, and Lewis had learned so well how to hide himself in front of people. They talked for the first time in Barcelona, as if there was a chance for redemption for both of them, and then again and again, until Lewis suddenly finds himself on the podium, and Nico, with a wet palm tightly gripping the microphone, interviews him and cannot believe his trembling voice.

He reviewed the interview after that, maybe just because he was too weak to admit even to himself how much he lacked normal interaction with Lewis. Nico only saw because he knew where to look. Because he has already seen it hundreds of times, even if his skills have worn out over the years of oblivion. Nico saw his smile, as if intended for fans, but with those little wrinkles at the corners of his eyes and wrinkles on his cheeks. Could hear the excitement in his voice. Saw the glow of his eyes when Nico first believed, catching his gaze: his best friend was still there. There was still hope for them.

And yet now Nico was angry. He left the paddock voluntarily, finished his career and hung up his gloves, but that didn't mean that he suddenly became blind. Nico saw the way Valtteri looked at Lewis, as if he had entrusted his own heart to him in a warm friendly embrace. He saw Max's gaze: angry and greedy at the same time, inflamed, heated, as if Lewis was the most coveted prey, a sworn enemy that he needed to defeat at all costs. He recognized this with enthusiastic adoration in the eyes of Pierre and Esteban – as people look when they first come into contact with the power of someone else's talent.

They all looked at Lewis as if they had a right to him, and Nico still remembered the days when he looked at him like that. He wasn't acting rationally, he knew that, but maybe it was that playful knowing look Lewis gave him as he passed by when he snorted too dismissively at Jensen's caustic joke.

Nico found him by accident, getting lost in randomly placed trailers and fences, between free practices, resting in the space between Mercedes and Redbull motorhomes, while Roscoe happily chewed his frisbee at his feet. Lewis raised an eyebrow defiantly when he saw how Nico froze, stopping in a narrow aisle, and barely smiled at the corners of his lips, as if asking what he was going to do now?

Nico crossed the small green clearing separating them in three steps.

He didn't act rationally.

He knew it.

And yet, this did not prevent him from bending down and quickly kissing him on his moist soft lips, without feeling an ounce of resistance in his body.

Nico appeared in the commentary position for the second practice with a satisfied grin. Considering that he had definitely seen the curly dark top of Daniel's head flashing between the trailers, clearly in a hurry to escape from the scene of the crime, he was sure that gossip would spread like wildfire around the paddock very soon.

Nico knew that he no longer had the right to claim Lewis. But he was determined to win it back.

#f1 fic #lewis hamilton #nico rosberg #brocedes #writing games

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ahloveisboo · 3 years

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point of view (m)

pairing: kwon soonyoung x fem!reader

genre: 18+, friends with benefits!au, smut (mentions of choking, mirrors, alcohol consumption, swearing, implicit condom use. always be safe, kids!)

wc: 1.6k

summary: you just can’t seem to quit soonyoung.

a/n: this soonyoung is system!soonyoung but you don’t need to read one to understand the other as these are just in the same timeline, happening simultaneously. (also, ALWAYS make sure you have discussed any kind of choking with your partner beforehand bc it needs to be consensual and not something to be taken lightly or done inexperienced)

"She's going to fucking kill me."

Soonyoung giggles against your neck, his hand under your skirt as you try very hard not to think of the repercussions of ditching your best friend and focus on his teeth scraping over your sensitive skin. "All the more reason to make this one worth it," Soonyoung notes, tilting his head to capture your lips.

You groan into his touch, as you have done many times before. It's not like you didn't try to fight it—you really did, because you're not the meaningless flirt type of person, but something about Kwon Soonyoung just keeps pulling you in, over and over and over again. The first time you blamed it on the alcohol, the second time on the way his hips swayed in time with yours, his breath fanning over the back of your neck, but there was no excuse for the third time (or fourth or fifth).

Soonyoung has you in a figurative chokehold and a part of you relished it. To be in someone else's mercy and not have to think for a few blissful moments. The buttons of his jeans are already popped, his shirt loosely hanging over the front where you pulled it free. His tongue tastes like Redbull, the sickeningly sweet tinge of it mixed with vodka evident as he laps into your mouth.

You suck on his bottom lip, gently letting your teeth graze along the skin until he hisses, licking his lips to ease the sting.

"We really should get back to the party," you say, unbuttoning your blouse as Soonyoung casts his hooded gaze downwards, where his hand still lingers on your thigh. "I don't want people getting the wrong idea."

"Oh, darling," Soonyoung's voice is low and sultry, his tongue thick in his mouth. "That ship has sailed a long time ago." He accentuates his words with another kiss. "I think people expect us to fuck at every party we go to by now."

"You're gross," you say, unable to bite back a smile. You allow your blouse to fall from your shoulders. "Now take off your shirt."

Soonyoung complies willingly, notably flinching when your cold palm comes up to rest against his chest. "You know I like it dirty, baby," he says in response to your first statement, and this time you laugh out loud. You swat at his chest, covering your mouth to hide your laughter as you dip your head back. There’s a goofy grin on his face as he watches you, your eyes squeezed shut and cheeks rising.

“We’re literally in a bathroom, please don’t talk about dirty right now,” you plead before he moves to grab your ass and lifts you to sit on the sink, pushing up your skirt with his thumbs.

“Still beats Mingyu’s bedroom closet,” he reminds you, hands roaming over your exposed skin as he re-attaches his lips to your throat. You move your hand to his neck, fingers playing with the hair at the nape. You hum at the memory, gently tugging at the locks to pull him away from you. “Yeah,” you muse, breath ghosting over Soonyoung’s lips as you move closer. “Why can’t everyone have a private beach house like Minghao?”

Your tongue flicks out to tease his upper lip, leaning back when he chases your mouth for more. He swallows, adam’s apple bobbing in this throat, and his fingers dig into the flesh of your thighs in frustration. His gaze finds yours, temporarily robbing you of your breath. He’s so beautiful, even without the visible flush now painting his cheeks, but in this state - eyes hooded and throat adorned with angry red marks - he looks to die for.

Soonyoung must’ve thought the same thing because he inhales sharply, as if he suddenly realises something. Brushing a lock of hair out of your face, he smirks. “Fuck, I wish you could see yourself right now. You’re so hot.” You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, something stirring in the pit of your stomach at his words. He brings you in for a kiss, deepening it with a determination that leaves your head spinning. With his hands on your ass, he pulls you against him, letting you feel how needy he is for you. “Do you-” he breathes between kisses, “do you want to watch?”

You still at the question, unsure of what he’s asking. “Hm?”

But Soonyoung is not looking at you, you realise. His eyes are trained on the mirror behind you, his fingers nimbly working to push your skirt up enough to get a full view of your ass in the reflection. Jeonghan’s bathroom isn’t necessarily big, but it’s big enough to have a double sink with a big mirror that’s lined with tiny light spots, perfect for putting on make-up or your daily skincare routine. You bite your lip, mulling over the implications of his question in your head. “You look so pretty when you cum,” Soonyoung continues, his tongue trailing over your exposed collarbones. “I want you to see how pretty you are when I fuck you.”

With a jerk of his hips, the last of your hesitation crumbles, and he almost misses the way you nod before letting yourself slip off the vanity top, pressing your bodies together impossibly close. Soonyoung winds his fingers in the strands of your hair, gently tugging at them as he breathes you in. At last, his hands fall to your hips, turning you around in one swift motion. The action causes you to topple forward, your hands seeking support on the cold marble top. For a second you pause, feeling Soonyoung’s cock brush against your ass from behind, his hands still firm on your hips as he waits for you to make the next move. You slowly raise your eyes, locking with his in the reflection and he smirks.

It’s exhilarating, the way Soonyoung never breaks eye contact—not when he moves to cup your breasts, playing with your hardening nipple as he sucks at the sweet spot behind your ear. Not when he finally pushes your skirt down and his jeans with it, a hand dipping into your panties to rub between your folds. Not when his fingers wrap around your throat, gently squeezing as he bucks into you, until you’re no longer able to indulge him; your eyes fluttering shut as you feel the muscles in your thighs tighten. A strangled moan forms in the back of his throat as you push your hips back to meet his and his knees almost buckle, making him collapse against your shoulder. The obnoxious sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, mixing with Soonyoung’s heavy breathing and the rapid succession of his name spilling from your lips, increasing in pitch as you get closer to release.

"You're so fucking hot," he breathes, voice ragged when he speaks. "And so wet." He tilts your chin up with two fingers, using the ones holding onto your hip to give it a little pinch. Your eyes widen at the sudden pain and Soonyoung smiles as he soothingly rubs the skin. "Do you see?"

Your eyes reconnect in the mirror, the look he's giving you shooting straight to your core. You tip your head forward to catch his fingers in your mouth, licking around the digits slowly. Soonyoung almost climaxes right there and then, but his pride doesn't allow him to cum until you do.

You're close, though and it only takes a few extra flicks to your clit for you to come undone. Your jaw slacks in a final, drawn-out moan as you throw your head back, your back bumping into Soonyoung’s sweaty chest. He follows soon after, placing idle open-mouthed kisses against your shoulder to muffle his own sounds.

A moment passes, Soonyoung’s arm wrapped around your torso to keep you steady, both of you catching your breath. He lets out an airy laugh, his eyes locking with yours again over your shoulder. You reciprocate the sentiment, a chuckle escaping you before you allow his fingers to guide your head sideways enough for Soonyoung to plant a kiss to your mouth. This one is softer, laced with content and satisfaction. You curse Soonyoung for being so damn intoxicating and you know, no matter how hard you try, this will happen again next time and again the next time over.

Maybe you’re okay with it, though. You watch him with curiosity as he gets dressed, smoothing out the crinkles in your own blouse in the process. Something stirs inside your chest when he leans over to peck you on the lips. The corner of his mouth quirks into a smile before pushing the bathroom door open, glancing at you over his shoulder. The previously muffled music washes over you in loud waves, and you allow Soonyoung to take your hand.

“Let’s see what stage of murderous your bestie has reached by now and if she needs any rescuing.”

You laugh at his comment, internally hoping you didn’t fuck up too much by leaving her to herself in a house full of people she hardly ever spoke to. The thought gets put on hold as you’re met with the sight of her pressed against Joshua—the Joshua Hong, who she’s been crushing on for months in secret—his hand in her hair and lips locked. You hear Mingyu and Seungcheol hooting loudly, but she seems unbothered by the ruckus they’re causing.

Soonyoung pushes through the crowd, grabbing a red cup with a mysterious content from the table as he passes his friends. He bumps into Joshua’s shoulder with a smug grin. “Do you guys ever breathe?” he yells over the music.

Joshua visibly tenses, your best friend pulling away from him with a look he can’t quite read. Her fist raises threateningly in his direction, and Joshua laughs heartily before stopping her.

“Soonyoung,” he says, patiently but a tone to his voice that implies he’s not joking around. “I’ll give you a headstart if you start running now.”

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