If youāre in a solid relationship with him ( dating or fwb ) itās actually INCREDIBLY easy to get him to submit to you. Not so much strangers or one night stands, he's hesitant to be vulnerable with newbies and prefers to be in control when youāre a wildcard. Heās super weak for praise though and will crumble with a few well placed sentences and gentle touches. You have to know what youāre doing though, if he senses hesitation heās like an animal and WILL promptly turn the tables and take advantage of you. Kind of like when youāre nervous while riding a horse and the horse just does what it wants to instead of what YOU want it do. Tell him how good he is though, tell him exactly what you want to do to and with him, the things you like best about him, etc. Inflate the absolute shit out of his ego and heāll bend over backwards for you in an instant. He desperately wants to be good and rarely has opportunities to be so. John isnāt sure how to cope with tenderness most of the time but in these specific circumstances he allows it and will sink into it so long as he trusts you. Simply tell him to get on his knees and beg and heāll do so š
I was thinking about a head cannon of how some of the mw2 characters (ghost, soap, Kƶnig, etc) would react to their partner sending them a nude photo?ššš
Sorry if you did this already but Iām pretty sure you havenāt tho cuz I definitely would have read it already š
MW2 Reaction to Receiving a Specialā¢ Photo from Their S/O
Warnings: 18+ (just to be safe), Non-Specific/Explicit Implications of Smut, No Pronouns used for Reader except 'You', Singular Mention of Graves Throwing Himself off a Cliff, Dominant! MW2, Submissive! MW2, Dominant! Reader, Submissive! Reader, Profanity, etc.
Ghost
He will literally stare bug-eyed at the picture youāve sent him like šļøOšļø
Since itās a physical photograph, he keeps it on him like a chapstick, which is to say all the time.
He isnāt risking ANYONE besides himself seeing it.
And when heās about to embark on a mission, he keeps it tucked into his vest right where his heart is so that itās practically part of him.
He likes to think that, somehow, you can hear ā feel ā his heart beating, know that heās still alive and fighting so that he can come home and see you.
And when he returns from a mission and goes to his quarters, he has someā¦alone time.
You know, to really study the picture.
Not that he doesnāt know every curve and edge of your body already.
But that doesn't stop him growling your name into the pillow as he rocks against it, a hole cut into the bottom of it ā a poor imitation of you.
A makeshift lover.
If anyone ends up seeing that picture ā if they stole it from him, if by some act of God (because thatās what itāll take) it slipped out of his vest or pocket ā they are in for a World of Painā¢.
There wonāt be a time they wonāt flinch upon hearing Ghostās name, or when they see his shadow like an omen on the wall as he commandeers the halls. Prowling.
Heād feel pretty guilty about someone else seeing you how he does, even if it was only for a fraction of a second.
So heās definitely going to make it up to you when he gets back <3
Kƶnig
His heart canāt take this kind of torment.
Heāll be looking down at his phone, the image of you burning into his skin like a holy artefact.
He definitely gets more jumpy around people when he has his phone on him.
Will literally clam up and shove it into the deepest recesses of his pocket if someone comes too close.
Even when your picture is safely stored behind a password-protected photo album.
He has to excuse himself from training or other commitments whenever his mind wanders back to you, and subsequently that image (which is basically all the time).
Sometimes he calls you while heās sorting himself out.
He just needs to hear your voice ā to feel closer to you.
Itās the only way he can finish.
āEngel,ā he rasps, his breath stuttering, āI need you,ā
And everyone just looks at him like heās grown a third eye when he returns because, unbeknownst to him, Kƶnig canāt keep quiet, and everyone who has never heard even a peep from him is suddenly aware of the carnality that lies beneath his skin, wired into his soul.
And at the centre is his love for you, boundless and overflowing so that the rest of his teammates know it, too.
Not that they mind all too much.
They all sit and think that you must be one beautiful person to evoke such a response from Kƶnig.
Soap
Will tease you back.
Sends a mirror pic of him in a tight black shirt, saying something like āYouāll see the rest when I get home.ā
Is absolutely ravenous when it comes to you.
No cap, goes absolutely ham in the shower when the image of you in nothing flashes in his mind.
His low moans are enough of a warning for the rest of the 141 to stay away for the next half an hour or so.
Aside from that, heāll just look at the picture because he finds you beautiful.
Stares at it while heās in bed. Laments on how much he misses you ā¹ļø.
Heās counting down the days until he can see you again, and with each that passes, he can feel your silhouette becoming tangible in his hands, as if you were stepping out of the photo.
Sometimes, he dreams that youāre there with him, nestled between his arms.
Other times the dreams are a little moreā¦graphic.
But Johnny canāt help it.
He just canāt contain himself when it comes to you.
Valeria
If you thought her violent tendencies could never extend to you, prepare to be amazed.
The second this woman sees what youāre trying to do ā or, rather, what she thinks youāre trying to do ā she is not happy.
You could have sent that image with the purest (within reason) of intentions; just letting Valeria know that you miss her, wishing her a good day ā whatever.
What she sees is you trying to manipulate her by using your body as an instrument of destruction.
Dramatic, yes. But Valeria has never been one to take chances.
Sheāll be deceptively calm over text: āDonāt tease me, Darling. You know what happens when you do.ā
All day, all she can see is that image.
Whenever she turns a corner, youāre there; whenever sheās talking to someone, youāre peering at her over their shoulder; when sheās alone, youāre sat with her ā on her ā trying to take her attention away from her paperwork.
Redemption is a baseless concept when Valeria returns home that evening.
You will not know rest until sheās done with you.
Price
āFuckinā Hell, Love,ā heāll say, the darkness hanging on his voice tangible even through the voice note.
āWhatāve you been up to while Iāve been away, hmm ?ā
Will not rest until he knows heās got you hot and bothered.
The next is of his shirt raised just below his chest, the dim light of the room keeping enough of him shrouded that his identity is unknown to all but you, his wide silhouette taking up most of the picture.
And, if you decide to be resilient against his attempts to make you feel as you have him, youāll receive a series of menacing messages.
āDonāt get too comfortable, Angelā, heāll say.
āYou never know when Iāll come through that doorāā
He grins as he sees youāve read his message, hanging on his every word.
āAnd ravage you.ā
And you know he means it, too.
Meanwhile, heās multitasking; keeping a clear, professional head and giving orders while resisting the primal urge to drop everything and find you.
And no amount of pleading or tears will spare you from his wrath when he returns.
Horangi
Regardless of how well the military life trained his self-discipline, nothing can dampen the sheer need Horangi feels whenever he receives a special picture from you.
Iām talking: he will literally sit in silence for ten minutes because heās got a raging issue he needs to take care of but canāt risk anyone else seeing it.
Will thunder down the hall to the nearest bathroom when the meetingās over and take out his frustrations there.
When he calls, youād better pick up the first time.
If you donāt, youāll have Hell to pay when gets home.
āBaby,ā he breathes down the phone, the fog already making his mind frost over, his body burning up.
āWhat have you done to meāā
These brief encounters are the only thing keeping him sane while heās away; they make him feel closer to you.
And, repaying you in kind, he returns one night, in the silence of the moon hours.
He finds you, pulls you to him, clutching on tight as you begin to wake.
And, between delirium and consciousness, his voice is all you can hear.
āShouldnāt have tested me, Sweetheart,ā he says, whispering as though partaking in a secret.
āNow Iām going to have to challenge you.ā His arms are snakes as they constrict you.
āFall asleep before Iām done with you, and I promise there will be no end to your suffering.ā
Alejandro
Teasing a man as passionate as Alejandro is not going to end well for everyone involved.
Expect to receive a barrage of very choice texts back.
āYou have no idea what youāre doing to meā, heāll say, followed by a photo of the tent in his trousers.
And a sinister: āBut you willā.
If heās away on business for even just a few days, heāll go practically feral whenever he sees that picture of you.
To everyone else, heāll be the leader Alejandro Vargas they all know him as ā ruthless and righteous.
Yet, thereās something different in the way he walks as he excuses himself from the table, his destination unknown.
His gaze is narrowed and his teeth are grinding, rabid in disposition.
And when he gets home, no matter how long of a day itās been, youāre in for a very long night.
Heāll appear behind you, a spectre, clamping a hand down on your shoulder.
āYou shouldnāt test a soldier, Love,ā he says, his grip tightening.
You don't turn around, an exhilarating fear keeping you frozen.
He leans down, his mouth just at your ear, his breath hot.
āBecause you never know when heāll snap.ā
Rodolfo
This man is usually rather quiet and submissive when it comes to the more personal aspects of your life together.
But when you send him a picture that makes him question how long he can keep his composure for, youāre in trouble.
Youāll be receiving a phone call from a very exasperated Rodolfo, who, despite his best efforts, has succumbed to your charm.
Definitely a growler when heās in a dominant mood.
More of a whimperer when heās not.
At times like these, you get both.
āDarling,ā he breathes, the back of his head pressed against the cold cubicle wall. āLook what youāve done to meā¦ā
His whining is more than enough to let you know the effect youāve had on him.
And itās what he says next that makes your blood run cold.
āI wonāt let you get away with this.ā
The husking baritone in his voice tells you heās being truthful.
And if you try to clap back with something witty, or even an apology, Rodolfo just laughs.
āThe time for mercy is long past, mi Amor,ā he tells you.
āAll you can do now is prepare for the Reckoning.ā
Graves
This smug idiot.
Definitely smirks to himself when he gets that picture.
Has to resist the urge to show it off to everyone in the boardroom because heās just that proud to have you as his partner.
Yes, he is hard. Yes, heās still going to give this presentation in front of all the major shareholders.
Why ?
Because heās Graves. Also, because he knows he has more money than everyone else in that room, and, consequently, more power.
Will shoot you back a text like: āMighty fine work, Babydollā, followed by, āYouāre getting a promotion when I get home.ā
Yes, he uses corporate jargon when discussing intimate matters.
Heās a businessman at heart, he canāt help it.
Definitely more playful than most of the others on this list.
The type to take his time with you and make you laugh while he does so.
But when he wants to be rough (and when you want him to be), he can be.
And he gets mean when heās like that.
Iām talking hair-pulling, name-calling ā basically just bullying you, but consensually.
Does his best to take care of you, though.
If he found out that heād actually upset you, heād literally jump off a cliff ā he wouldn't be able to forgive himself.
Expect many lavish gifts if this happens, though.
But donāt tell him that I told you that š.
Gaz
Will nearly drop his phone ā it turns to butter in his hands.
He looks over his shoulder at least fifty times before heāll allow himself to look at the photo again.
Poor boyās face is turning red, his palms are sweating, he canāt think straight.
Paranoid 24/7 that everyone knows he has that picture of you.
But it doesnāt intimidate him enough for him to even try to keep quiet in the barracks when he has some alone time.
Similar situation to Soap; everyone knows to steer clear of whichever room Gaz was last spotted walking into for a while.
It would take him a few days for him to send a picture back.
More than likely, itāll be of him in a scarcely lit bathroom in nothing but his boxers with a very prominent outline in them.
Followed by a text with something to the effect of: āBeen thinking about you all night, Sweetsā
And God forbid you send him another image of yourself. And definitely do not send a message saying āAww, has my good boy been behaving himself ?ā
Will literally send him over the edge.
The rest of the 141 canāt commandeer the bathroom for the rest of the day after that.
And when Gaz gets home, just know that your phone screen canāt protect you anymore.
Not when you have a man made of pure intellect and solid mass running full-force at you with all the pent-up energy seen only in a nuclear reactor.
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im in love with your content omgš your writing style is just chefs kiss
can i req a reader with the tf141 being on a mission and hearing an enemy say something in british slang and they just go "what did they just say.." in comms? like a reader who doesnt know anything about slang like not even that bars in the uk r called pubs (if im not wrong) and just nods whenever a private talks in slang, and their brain is just trying to figure out what they just said?
its just a really silly plot with a silly reader :3
pardon? ā python333
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synopsis just as the req says, you know nothing about british slang and on a mission the enemy speaks british and you dont know what theyre saying :3
relationships platonic!taskforce 141 & reader.
characters cap. price, soap, ghost, gaz.
word count 2.6k
warnings 2nd person pov [you/yours/yourself], usage of c/n [code name/call sign].
note HI YES I LOVE THIS REQ!! i take every opportunity i can to make fun of british people so this is right up my alley!! tysm for the compliments hjfhdjskf recently ive been getting more praise on my works and it makes me so happy i love yall. again, sorry if this sounds a little rushed or if any parts are incoherent, i wrote this at 12/1am and im both more productive and write more nonsense at this time + this one is wayyyy shorter than ones i usually do because i didnt know what else to write for it so i apologize for that as well! this is pure fluff and humor (i like to think im funny) so enjoy!!
āāeah, and now we have to camp out here ācause he canāt be arsed to do it āimself, so I feel like we should have a chat with the others, see if theyāre willing to leg it out of here with us,ā An enemy soldier suggests to you, his British accent thick enough that you think it might be cockney.
You cross your arms to hide your shaking hands and nod in agreement, as if you understood anything he said, and put on the same shitty British accent youād been using for the past five minutes youād been talking to this guy.
āYeah, yeah, totally,ā You agree, clearing your throat before asking, āYou know where the others are stationed?ā
āYou donāt?ā He asks, raising an eyebrow at you suspiciously.
āMate, all the orders I was given went in one ear and out the other,ā You sigh, holding back a wince at your desperate attempt to sound more natural using British slang, āI just know Iāve got to stand out here and shoot the enemy.ā
The enemy eyes you suspiciously and he takes a moment to try and read your face before he says, āI donāt think Iāve seen you before, actually. Which would be weird, if weāre in the same platoon, donāt youāāĀ
You sigh and quickly pull out the small switchblade you had hanging on your belt, stabbing the enemy in the neck before he can say anything else and grabbing him before he can drop to the ground, putting a hand behind his back as you half lead half drag him into a dark alleyway beside the building he was stationed outside of.Ā
You quickly set him down into a sitting position and take your knife out of his throat, tucking the blade back into the handle before adjusting it to latch onto your belt once again, letting out a frustrated huff as you stare at the now dead man in front of you.Ā
ā[c/n], how copy?ā Priceās voice crackles through on your ear piece.Ā
You push in the PTT button and lower your voice, āCopy, I fucked up a little bit. One of the guys was onto me.ā
āYou were there for five bloody minutes,ā Gazās voice rings through, his tone both disbelieving and amused, āHowād he already catch onto you?āĀ
āThe British are smarter than I thought,ā You breathe out, standing up and looking around for a ladder to climb to get to higher ground before anyone spots you. You go farther into the alley and find an old, rusty ladder with rungs that look like theyād snap if someone sneezed on them too hardāperfect for climbing up.
You wrinkle your nose as your hand makes contact with one of the rungs but donāt say anything otherwise, instead wordlessly hauling yourself up onto the ladder.Ā
āReminder that thereās three British people with you, currently,ā Ghostās deadpan tone crackles, his breathing heavy, as you can tell heās whispering into his mic, āAll of which are very smart.ā
āI caught you reading the instructions on a box of tea bags the other day, donāt fuckinā talk right now,ā You grumble, slowly climbing up the ladder, hating the creaking noises it makes as you do. It sounds like itās going to snap at any minute, and you try to go up as fast as you can, but one wrong move and youāll easily slip, some of the rust that flakes off of the ladder enough to make you slip up.Ā
āThey were circles,ā Ghost says, exasperated, āI didnāt know if that made a difference.āĀ
āI thought British people were supposed to know everything about tea,ā You roll your eyes, putting your hand on the next rusty rung up on the ladder.Ā
āYeah, L.t,ā Soap agrees with you teasingly, the wind hitting his mic, making it obvious that heās running, āThought ye Brits were sāpossed to ken everything ābout tea.āĀ
You laugh quietly to yourself as you finally make it to the top of the building, the top just high enough for you to look at the few soldiers below and hear a majority of their conversations without them noticing you.
You get to the edge of the rooftop and pull the sniper rifle youād been carrying around off of your back, glad to finally be back in your element rather than trying to get in undercover, and set it up.Ā
You pull the stand out and set it on the edge of the roof, and look through the scope of the rifle, lining it up so that itās aiming directly at one of the soldierās heads, specifically the one that was standing directly out of the entrance you originally were meant to try and get intoābut doing this didnāt change much.
Regardless of if you got in or not, he wouldāve died, and the others wouldāve gotten in too. You getting in first was just meant to make it more efficient.
You press down on the PTT button on your earpiece as you look through the scope of your sniper rifle, keeping the aim on the soldier in front of the entrance, āThe guy in front of the entrance is just standing still, so whenever you need me to, I can shoot āim down.āĀ
āI donāt think we need to get in just yet,ā Price hums, āBut maybe in a minute.ā
āMākay,ā You hum, taking your eye away from the scope, instead just looking over at the enemy soldiers. You lay on your stomach, leaning your head down a bit to try and listen in on the enemyās conversations easier, trying your best not to make yourself too obvious.
The conversations were pretty boring and almost the same for every soldier youād eavesdropped on, for the most part. Enemy soldiers joking around, talking about what theyāll do once theyāre on leaveālike they would be able to do that after you completed your assignmentāand just some general team camaraderie.
The lackluster subjects of their conversations werenāt bad at all, no, in fact, you could care less what they talk about.Ā
It was their stupid accents you hated.Ā
Are you surrounded by British people everyday? Yes. Does that stop you from hating on the British everyday? No. Okay, maybe the accents arenāt stupid, but God, they had the thickest cockney accents youād heard in your entire life, and it was making your eavesdropping so much harder, and had almost been the reason you were given away earlier.
They used slang words that youāre certain youāve never heard before in your life, and used analogies that didnāt even make senseāyou heard one of them use the words, verbatim, āDonāt get stroppyā. Stroppy? Stroppy?Ā
You narrow your eyes down at the soldiers below you, listening to a conversation theyād just started up.Ā
āāeah, ācause he canāt be arsed to do anything about it, so now we have to camp out here and wait for somethinā to happen,ā One of the soldiers scoffs, āIām telling you, man, if I see that skull-masked bloke runninā āround out here, Iām legging it from āim immediately.āĀ
You draw your eyebrows together in confusion, but you stay silent for now. Isnāt that exactly what the other soldier said? Are they like a hive mind or something?
āYouāre legging it?ā The other soldier asked, sounding almost incredulous, āWhat happened to you chattinā to some of the others about your loyalty and what not?ā
āAll thatās irrelevant when the fuckinā grim reaper rolls around and starts murkinā people like heās been doing for the entirety weāve been here, mate,ā The first soldier laughs, āYou think I wanna be here when he does that?āĀ
āDonāt act like a prat about it, manāfuckinā talkingā like you can outrun him.ā
āA prat? Iām notāā You tune out the rest of their argument and instead try and figure out what they were saying.
A prat? Legging it? Canāt be arsed? What the fuck? You push the PTT button on your earpiece and as quietly as you can, you ask, āI need some help. Serious help. Life or death situation.ā
Immediately, Priceās voice rings through, āWhat? What is it? What happened?ā
āThe soldiers are British and I canāt tell what theyāre saying,ā You answer, ignoring Priceās relieved sigh on his end, āI need help.ā
āJesus, fuck, donāt scare me like that,ā Price sighs, taking a few breaths before continuing, āAlright, what do you need help with?āĀ
āFiguring out what theyāre saying.ā
This time, you hear Gazās voice crackle through, āWell, youāve got three British people hereātell us what heās saying.āĀ
āOne of the guys was talking about ālegging itā if he saw Ghost heading towards him, and talked about Ghost āmurkingā people, and then the other guy he was talking to told him he was being a āpratā about it and he got all offended,ā You eloquently say into the earpiece, watching as the argument gets a little more heated. You can hear an amused huff from Ghost on his end and a scoff from Soap in return.Ā
āTheyāre just saying theyāre gonna run away if they see Ghost because heās been killing a lot of their soldiers, and the other guy said he was being a prat, which I guess is likeā¦ā Gaz pauses to think of how to explain the slang term before settling on, āSomeone whoās kind of full of themselves, I guess. Or ignorant. Either or.āĀ
āThey couldnāt just say that?ā You muse quietly, still staring down at the enemy soldiers.Ā
āIām gonna pretend you didnāt just say that,ā Priceās voice cuts through, āGo ahead and shoot the guy down. Iām ready to head in.ā
āGot it,ā You hum, quickly putting your eye back up to your scope and readjusting it a bit before quietly warning, āShooting him now.āĀ
You pull the trigger and the enemy goes down immediately, and through your scope you can see the small twitching of his body as the other soldier starts to freak out.
You quickly aim the gun at his still-alive friend and shoot him down as well, silently congratulating yourself on your good aim and continuing to look through the scope, watching as Price runs in with Gaz and a few other soldiers.Ā
They struggle with the door for a moment and you sigh before pressing in the PTT button on your earpiece and quietly saying, āPrice, Gaz, move away from the door for a sec.ā
Wordlessly, they do as theyāre told, and you take the opportunity to line up the gunās aim with the complex electronic panel on the outside of the door and pull the trigger, shooting the most crucial part of the panel, causing itās functions to disrupt and as a result, the doors open.Ā
āThanks for that,ā Gaz breathes out as Price kicks open the door, his voice cut off a bit at the end as he takes his hand off the PTT button too quickly in order to follow after Price.Ā
āUh huh. Of course,ā You say offhandedly, taking your eye away from the scope of your sniper rifle and listening to the loud sirens go off in the facility the others break into, and push yourself up so that you can sit up straight to properly watch it. You grunt as you sit up, stretching your arms out for a moment before letting them fall into your lap.Ā
āAre they in?ā Soap asks, curious, his voice a little strained and breathy. Thereās no loud gusts of wind coming through his mic anymore, and you look around for a moment, before your eyes catch on to him climbing up a ladder to get to the rooftop adjacent to yours.
Your lips twitch into a smile at the sight of him completely clueless to your presence and you press your PTT button to talk.Ā
āYeah, theyāre in,ā You say, watching as he finally gets to the rooftop, āDidnāt you hear the sirens?āĀ
You can see Soapās eyebrows furrowed together in confusion for a moment, and he looks around for a moment before finally seeing you on the rooftop directly next to his, and he looks surprised for a moment before a grin splits across his face. You see him press the PTT button on his mic as well.Ā
āI did, yeah, just wanted tae be sure,ā He says into his mic, looking right at you as he does, āItās a surprise seeing you here.āĀ
āImagine how I feel,ā You muse, almost to yourself, before looking away from Soap and speaking up, āGhost, you donāt wanna join us on the rooftops?āĀ
āAbsolutely not,ā He replies almost immediately, making you huff out a small laugh and Soapās grin grow, āIām perfectly fine on the ground.āĀ
āWhere are you?ā You ask, scanning the area around you for Ghost, āI feel like I havenāt seen you this whole time.āĀ
āIām just behind the facility,ā Ghost hums, voice still a low whisper, āIām gonna be heading in once Gaz and Price make it to the second floor to clean up the first, in case thereās anyone left.āĀ
āYouāve been behind the facility this whole time?ā Soapās voice cuts through, surprised by the fact.Ā
āMhm,ā Ghost hums.Ā
āItās a bit boring back there, innit?ā Gazās voice crackles through, his voice a little breathy, āYou can sweep the first floor, by the way. Should be nobody left, though. Pretty sure all the soldiers were just faffing around, not doing much.āĀ
āFucking faffing around?ā You ask incredulously to yourself, though apparently your voice is loud enough to make Soap chuckle.Ā
As if he can read your mind, Priceās voice comes through, āFaffing around is just doing nothing or doing nothing particularly productive, [c/n].āĀ
You sigh and push your PTT button this time, talking into your mic, āYou couldnāt just say that, Gaz? You had to say something silly like faffing around?āĀ
āItās not silly,ā Gaz says, his frown audible, āThey were faffing around.āĀ
āJesus, fuck,ā You breathe out, laughing lightly, āItās totally silly.ā
āNo, itās not.ā
āYeah it is.ā
āNo itāsāāĀ
āI just want one day where you two donāt start up stupid arguments like this,ā Priceās tired sigh comes through, āJust one day, I beg of you both.āĀ
āAw, Captain, we were just faffing around,ā You whine playfully, the misuse of the slang making Soap cover his mouth with his hand to muffle his laughter and you hear Ghost groan into his mic.Ā
āThat is absolutely not how you use that,ā Gaz says, though you can hear some laughter in his voiceāfrom your very non-British accent saying British phrases, you presume, a small grin gracing your lips at the thought.Ā
āIt sounded natural to me,ā You lie straight through your teeth, shrugging even though only Soap can see you.Ā
āYouāre insufferable,ā Gaz groans, making you laugh quietly, āNever use British slang again, please.āĀ
āWhat if I get a British accent? Will that fix it?ā
āNothing can fix what youāve said today, [c/n].ā
āWell thatās dramatic,ā You scoff, āIāll learn British just for you guys.āĀ
āHoly shit, please stop talking,ā Priceās exasperated voice interrupts the both of you, āYouāre both insufferable. Drop it.āĀ
āā¦ I donāt think I will,ā You say defiantly, making all three British people in the same voice channel as you groan in unison, the sound sounding like some sort of middle school choir trying to sing in harmony, āIāll use Duolingo or something to learn it.āĀ
āBritish isnāt a language you learn, you muppet,ā Price grumbles, making you snort.Ā
āMuppet?āĀ
āItās someone whoās dumb and clueless and canāt take a hint, like you,ā Ghost defines, āAnd Soap, most of the time.āĀ
āDaenāt go dragginā mae into this,ā Soapās voice quickly cuts through, āI havenāt said onything.āĀ
āUh, yes you absolutely did, earlier, remember?ā Gaz argues, ignoring Priceās protests for him to stop arguing, āAbout Ghost being stupid with the tea thing?āĀ
āOh, Iāll have you all knowāāĀ
āGhost, donāt startāāĀ
You listen as the once casual, teasing conversation turns into an argument and chuckle quietly to yourself, knowing that theyād be arguing about this until you all finished your assignment.
Imagine heās working on an aphrodisiac and is being as careful as he possibly can be. However he didnāt consider how his spider biology makes him immune in certain doses. So he keeps the cap on the bottle off for just a few moments. Enough for you to walk in and immediately get a whiff.
But you donāt notice at first and take it as some horniness, however the drug comes in waves. And as Miguel goes in to hug you. You can help but hump him. The rest you decide :3
I love this idea omg- I know I posted saying I was gonna post this on Friday but I got too impatient lol
šš šš§š šš: Wife!Reader, Aphrodisiac influences, dry humping, innuendos. Reader just being extra horny lmao
š/š: You know, in my two and a half years of writing smut, Iāve only written a dry humping fic once (forest sex lmao a clusterfuck bc I stepped out of my comfort zone for that one) so itās not the best š but I guess practice makes progress
šš®š¦š¦šš«š²: Itās a routine for you to come into Miguelās lab every once in a while, but this time you feel a strong sense of arousal out of nowhere
You could see him through the big glass window that offered a wide view of his labās interior. He had his back facing you, perched on the swivel chair, but you noticed him tinkering with some test tubes on the bench in front of him.
Nothing new; he would always be working on something whenever you came here. He still hadnāt noticed you were just a few feet away from him, too engrossed in whatever it was he was working on.
You stepped towards the doors, clutching the paper bag in your hand with food you were planning to share with him. The lab doors opened with a hydraulic hiss, finally catching Miguelās attention.
He craned his neck towards your direction. He held a hard gaze, obviously annoyed with whoever just barged into his lab, but that immediately morphed into a tender smile once he saw it was you.
As you stepped further into his lab, the sterile smell got strongerā a scent you were all too familiar with. But this time there was another faint underlying scent that you couldnāt fully capture.
It tingled your senses but you brushed it off as just another compound he was probably synthesising. Again, nothing new.
āHey youā¦ā he said, his voice rich like honey.
He peeled off his latex gloves and stood up from his chair abruptly in jubilant, the swivel chair squeaked from the sudden absence of his weight.
Your lips tugged up in a shy smile. āHey there stranger,ā
He had his lab coat on that shrouded the digital spider suit underneath. A testament of his dual life as a superhero and a scientist.
Youāve always seen him like this whenever you would visit him on the clock, but for some reason as he stepped closer towards you with long strides, you felt your heart rate increase and a sudden heat rushing to your core.
āSorry about the mess, I didnāt expect you to come so early,ā he finished his sentence by dumping the gloves in a nearby bin.
Your senses were tingling more prominently now and the new scent you smelt earlier was getting more apparent. There was a sudden alluring shift in the air and you couldnāt tell if it was the smell that was getting to your head or your husband's sudden accelerated sex appeal. Either way you could feel your mind slowly turn into mush.
āAre those for me?ā Miguel asked, pointing to the bag. His question quickly forced you back into the present, away from your chain of thoughts.
You nodded quickly, too afraid to open your mouth. Instead you thrust your hand out with the bag for him to take.
He took the bag from you and peeked inside. āTres leches cake?ā
You could feel your heart almost leap out of your chest the way his face lit up. A sight you would forever burn into your psyche. He placed the bag down on the nearest bench and cupped your cheeks.
The coldness of the platinum from the wedding band brushed against your flushed skin as he held your face in his hands. His touches felt like fire to you, making you jolt ever so slightly.
āYou're really spoiling me here, mi alma. Really helping me forget about how terrible today was going,ā he uttered, slowly leaning his face closer to yours.
His words wouldāve tugged your heartstrings but right now, you couldnāt fully focus on what he was saying. The tingling feeling was too strong for you to ignore now, and his gaze he had on you wasnāt helping either.
He kissed your lips, soft and tender, yet you felt like you were going to combust. Those few seconds his lips were on yours felt like a lifetime before he pulled away, but his broad arms now enveloped around your waist, keeping you in his warmth.
The close proximity between the two of you was making you dizzy. You were hyper aware of how his body was pressed against yours, and you could almost feel your clit brush over his crotch.
If you were to grind your hips right now, you could probably rub the sensitive bud just right.
You really didnāt want to ruin a sweet moment. He was just showing his appreciation to you but you couldnāt help yourself from rolling your hips against his crotch just once.
You werenāt surprised when you got no response. He probably just saw it as a mishap. Reluctantly, you did it again, a little rougher this time.
It definitely didnāt go unnoticed by him now because you heard a stifled groan against your neck. He pulled his face away just enough so you could see him.
āMigā¦ā you whispered. His eyes were searching yours, trying to figure out what was going through your head. If only he knew.
There were several reasons why this wasnāt the best time to be doing this, in his workplace more specifically, but your mind was too hazy to even come up with one.
Your senses were thrown out the window and you started to grind against his lower half, desperate for some sort of friction.
āEasyā¦Iām-ā Miguel's words were cut off when you felt a sudden jab between his legs. He was getting aroused just as you were. You angled yourself so you had better access to his hips, with your arms wrapped around his neck. His hardened dick gave the perfect pressure you needed.
āSo, is this what you wanted? You missed me this much, hm?ā The words escaped in a breathy tone, and you could see his fangs emerging from his canine as he opened his mouth to talk. You could sense the underlying teasing in his voice that had your wetness pool your panties.
You didnāt know where this sudden urge came from. You were actually fully intending on spending this time sharing the cake you made. But the euphoria was coming in strong waves and you couldnāt resist anymore.
Your clit was starting to throb as you felt his dick grind against your clothed cunt. Even if he only had a digital suit on that could easily disappear with a few taps of his watch, it still felt painfully restricted.
Your walls were clutching onto nothing, desperate to feel him inside you and reach every crevice.
You didnāt expect him to start grinding his hips onto you too. You had to bite back your desperate moan from the sudden shift in dynamics. The way he was rubbing on you made your panties press onto your slick folds as more of your wetness was spilling out of your cunt.
Your arms reached to his waist to pull his hips further against yours, a desperate attempt to get more friction out of him. Your knees were about to give in and you could only just about hold yourself up. A staggered moan was heard from him before he halted suddenly.
āThe window.ā He managed to spatter out. Your line of vision quickly turned to where he was looking.
The window, the first thing you would see before you would come into the lab. All the moisture dried up from your mouth and it was not just from your breathless moans.
There was a momentary pause in your arousal that was quickly replaced with frustration. You were so caught up in trying to chase your high, you werenāt focusing on your surroundings.
Any Spider Person could walk past here and catch you both. The last thing you wanted was your husband, a leader that had so many people relying on him, to be caught red handed in a predicament from something you initiated.
He withdrew himself away from you, taking all the warmth with him to pull up the sleeve of his lab coat. It was an easy fix, all he had to do was tap on his watch, turning the glass opaque and giving the privacy you both needed.
Just when he was about to pull you in again, he froze. Something else was on his mind. He turned his face to his bench where he was working before you came in. You frowned from his lack of attention.
āWhat now?ā You huffed, your torment evident in your voice. Was he going to go back to work? Did he not want you here anymore? His sudden dismissal made you feel ill with unease.
āShock, the aphrodisiac was uncapped.ā He said as he swiftly moved to the bench. You blinked, trying to process if you heard him right.
āWhat?ā
āThe aphrodisiac, it was an oversight. Explains why you were acting soā¦needy just now,ā he placed the cap back onto the vial, the scent from earlier slowly fading away. You cocked your brow inquisitively.
āWhy are you messing around with an aphrodisiac in the first place?ā You didnāt think he would need a sex enhancing substance as a geneticist.
Even after he secured the cap back onto the aphrodisiac, your clit was still throbbing and you were still desperate for some sort of release.
āItās not what it looks like. I was working on an experimental chemical compound for a project. I guess I underestimated how strong the reaction could get,ā he said sheepishly, turning back to face you again.
āMy God, Miguelā¦ā you sighed. It was all making sense now. You wouldnāt be feeling this turned on without some sort of stimuli.
āBut we donāt have to stop. I could pause my work for a little longer for some āus-timeāā he said before lifting you and placing you on a clearer bench. A smirk crept on his lips and you could see the lust swirling in his eyes.
Despite the air being charged along with your flared libido, you still didnāt forget the main reason you came in here.
āWhat about the cake?ā You gestured to the bag that was still sitting on the other end of the bench.
āThe cake can wait, we might as well finish what you started without any unintended side effects,ā he ended his sentence with a tap on his watch, disengaging his suit.
Precum was already leaking from the tipā¦
Eager and pent up.
I hope I did you justice here lol. A wise women (one of my fave fic writers) once said, your clit throbbing is your second heartbeat ;)
You came ā you called. | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader
credits for the header - ghost's pic by the very talented @ave661
ā¦ Word count: 2.2k
ā¦ Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader
ā¦ Summary: After being abused by your current date, in need of comfort, you call your ex-boyfriend and recurring fling, Simon, to talk.
ā¦ TW and general warnings: SFW, some kisses here and there but no smut, angst, you guys are in a complicated situationship, fluff, sensitive content (domestic violence)
ā¦ AO3 | Masterlist
edit: I wrote a part 2 in case you're interested <3
A/N: I really need to finish my already started requests, really do but inspiration ONLY gets to me when I'm randomly existing and then a random prompt comes in mind and arghhh gotta write š but I promise - if anyone reading this sent me a request, know I've started it already and I WILL finish. also, thinking really a lot about making a part 2 for this piece and making it smutty. pls let me know if anyone's interested! anyways, not proof read, hope y'all enjoy, x
Itās the same place as the last time you saw him. Ironic, maybe. You still smoke the same cigarettes he offered to you once in a promise it would help you calm down from your anxiety; it did. It did a little too much. You still wear that same necklace you refused to get rid off even after you dumped him, after you promised youād never see him again, never talk to him again. God, hope he doesnāt get mad at that.
Truth is youāve been failing at that for quite some time. Youāve been seeing him way more than itās necessary, but contrary to how things used to be before, now every moment with him is a single time that ceases to exist once you get home. He texts; you ignore. He doesnāt text anymore till the next time he misses you. You ignore it till the next time you miss him. This time isnāt much different, only you have a bit more of a reason to be here, unsure if heāll show up, smoking this damned red Marlboro and feeling like shit. Like absolute shit.
You exhale the smoke, your hair tied back in a ponytail through the cap gap. Hiding yourself.
His big broad figure fills the door in, and he comes inside. To your big surprise, he decided lastly to come; Simon looks at you with a bitter look on his face, his dirty blonde hair trimmed, his beard done, wearing one of his thousand black tight t-shirts and a pair of jeans. He looks the same as ever.
āYou came.ā You say, surprised as he pulls the chair back and takes the seat in front of yours.Ā
āYou called.ā He replies simply, his body relaxing spaciously in the chair with his arms crossed over his chest.Ā
āYeah, I did.ā You let out some more smoke before discarding your cigarette on the ashtray. āBut I thought you were still mad at me.āĀ
He looks at you in silence for a couple seconds, and scoffs.
āAnd that never stopped you from calling, did it?ā He snorts impatiently. āDid something actually happen or are you just lonely and needing someone to help you fall asleep?ā You feel derision in his attitude and his voice is dripping with venom and bitterness.
You close your eyes. Canāt blame him, can you? You had your own good reasons to break up with him, although stupidly, without thinking twice - without thinking that youād end up missing him. Trying to find him in all the wrong places, wrong guys.Ā
āWell go on, Simon, what else do you still have to tell me?ā You mimic him, crossing your arms and your face a little twisted in irritation facing him. āI was single, I still am. I had the right to be with someone else.āĀ
āI never blamed you for that. I never fucking blamed you.ā Simon wipes his mouth with his hand, his ever icy expression breaking into frustration the second you open your mouth again.
āYou are blaming me. You-ā
āI fucking am not. Iām angry at the poor fucking choice you did. Getting rid of me for that fucker? Youāre making a joke out of yourself, even for someone like me thatās fucking downgrading.ā He snaps, regretting it the second later and squeezing his eyes for a moment.Ā
You remain silent. Heās right. Heās absolutely right.Ā
You stare into the distance of the window by your side, silent - embarrassed, regretful. Your hands together over your lap and your silence put together make him raise his head at you once again, in a sigh.
āI shouldnāt be here. Our conversations wonāt ever end in anything good but me taking you to bed, if thatās what you want then Iāll gladly do it without all the trouble.ā He states. You tremulously raise your eyebrows and your lips curl in a small hurt smile.Ā
Ouch.
You know he said it to hurt you. You know heās angry, heās hitting all the right buttons to get under your skin, he canāt help it. He canāt help but to be a bastard sometimes, he never learnt different.
Your eye stare down your own hands, you feel your lips tremble and the lump in your throat gets bigger each second. It's hard to hold back the tears, but for your dignity, you try. There's no less brutal way to admit something like that, so you vomit the words all at once.
āHe hit me, Simon.ā
His eyes open, the pupils slowly dilate like those of a shark that has just tasted blood for the first time.
Simon has blood on his hands. From too many people, more than you could count. And even if that's his job, never in all those hard years with him - you swore - had you ever seen him so pissed off.
The veins in his temples stood out and he swallowed bitterly, his mind empty; If he wasn't an extremely restrained man, then he would have gotten up and taken action right now. A thoughtless attitude that he might later regret - maybe.
āTell me his address.ā He snaps, his blood boiling enough for you to almost feel the heat increasing in his flesh.Ā
āSimon, no.ā You immediately cut him off, shaking your head, almost crying at this point. "That's not what I called you for, I don't want you to hurt anyone. I broke up with him, I don't have anything to do with that son of a bitch anymore, I just-"
He interrupts you with a gesture and claps his hands to his face. He brushes his own skin roughly, as a self-reminder that if he gives in to his own anger, he'll let you down.
When he makes room for his eyes through his hands again and sees your reddened
face, tears streaming down your cheeks - he dies inside.Ā
He promised heād always be there for you. He promised heād never let you down, heād always protect you, heād kill for you. He said it plenty of times and you were completely aware that it was true.Ā
He couldnāt possibly let you down.
āNo, please, I canāt- I just canāt when you cry.ā He mutters, getting up from his seat and offering his hand. āYou come with me. Please?ā
ā ā” ā
The hot steaming water falls over your head, sweeping your tears as you hug your legs. Simon's fingertips brush calmly your back, he contours the bruises on your lower half like he's grieving. The silence fills in the bathroom if not for the sound of water dripping on your head. He pours some water on your back to soothe your pain - even if you're not feeling any at this point.Ā
"Why did you not call me before?" He asks, with painful confusion in his raspy voice. His hands are shaking and you know it's pure anger and his own incapability of holding himself back when it comes to feeling anger. You sigh, tired.Ā
"I don't know. I felt like I'd be unfair to you." You try to explain, your hands caressing your shins while the water runs through your skin. "And because I didn't want to get you in this state."Ā
His eyes narrow as he stares at you, and you shrug in response. It's clear to him why you don't like to get him stressed - he could never hurt you, but he was a danger to others.
Ā He waves his hands to shake off the water and stands up, grabbing and opening a clean towel for you.
You stand up, your eyes don't dare leaving his. He silently admires you, although his mind can't think much more than how guilty he feels for letting this happen to you - even though there was nothing he could do about it. You dry your feets on the mat and turn your back so he can wrap you in the towel, and he does so.Ā
Simon calmly brushes the towel against your shoulders, drying a bit of the water that drips from your whole body and once heās done wrapping you in the towel, he places his hands on your back and leads you to his room.
His smell is everywhere around and what used to be intoxicating and lustful for you, is now soothing and quiet. You sit on the edge of his bed, silence seeming to be now a whole conversation between the two of you.
Your hand reaches for his and places it on your cheek. You look up at him with kitty eyes, your thumb circles the skin on the back of his hand till it finds the scar you were looking for ā one of his oldest ones, according to himself. You close your eyes and snuggle into his hand, giving it a light, calming kiss.
He caresses your cheek and moves your hair from your face.
āIāll get you some fresh clothes.ā He says in a whisper. You nod, and he comes back moments later with a clean shirt of his. You tug it in your neck and quickly put it on letting the fabric run free on your body, loose.Ā
He starts removing rubbish from his bedside table ā an ashtray, an empty can of energy drink, a gun. As you notice he seems to be trying to empty the room for you, you speak out.
"Wait, where are you going?"Ā
"I'll be in the living room if you need me for anything." He says simply. Before he can leave the room, you stop him by wrapping your hand on his arm. The sudden motion makes him turn around to face you, his dark eyes gazing at yours and seeming already aware of what comes next ā a protest.Ā
"Simon." You use a warning tone, and he closes his eyes.Ā
"You don't want to have me around now, kitten. I'm far from calmā¦" He argues, calmly looking down at you now. The proximity burns you, he's too close.Ā
"I'm not scared." You mewl, your hands on his tough chest, he doesn't move a muscle. Your hands start trailing up to his neck, and you get on your tiptoes to wrap your arms better around him; Simon closes his eyes, drunk by the overwhelming feeling of having you so close to him. He misses you.Ā
One of his hands holds your wrist before you manage to curl up on his neck, and the other one gently holds on your waist. He bends down enough so he can reach your tiny self. He gives you what you want - his lips slowly catch yours in a slow, calm kiss; the warmth of his lips against yours is medicine to you ā soothes all of your pain, eases all of your anxiety. He squeezes on your waist and pulls back once he starts feeling heaty and his breath starts to become uncontrolled, needy. He breaths against your lips, his eyes barely closed and his breath catching on his throat like panting.Ā
You stare at his lips before going back to his eyes.Ā
"Stop." He snarls, raising his head a bit, avoiding your face and the closeness you impose on him now. It feels wrong. You need space.
You close your eyes, you understand. It feels wrong.Ā
After all of this time of failed attempts to let go, to sound nonchalant and be away from each other ā after all the fails and the sex, devoid of feeling type of sex, rough, delicious but raw sex, he wants to fuck you straight. He doesn't want to be angry, he wants to take you and make love to you.Ā
You understand. Feels wrong.
"Will you be fine here? You need to rest and I need to take a walk, clear my head." He mutters, avoiding your eyes for the sake of restraining himself. You nod.Ā
"I'll be alright. You'll come back, right?" You ask, looking at him - looking for his eyes. He stands back from you and nods.Ā
"Of course." He assures you, before caressing your hair slowly and giving you a calm kiss on the forehead. "Rest. Do not stay awake waiting for me, hear me?" He snarls, grabbing his keys and a hoodie of his, tucking it in and giving you space.Ā
You sit in his bed and nods, watching him leave by the room door and close it behind himself. Now alone, you close your eyes exhausted by the lack of sleep you've been having for these past few days; it doesn't take you long to fall asleep, surrounded by comfortable pillows that smell like his perfume ā woody and whiskey.Ā
Walking in the streets, with his hands digging in his hoodie's pocket and tough stomps, Simon's face lit up by the light emanating from the street lamps. His body swings slightly to the weight of his steps, and he breathes heavily.Ā
After several minutes ā more than he probably told you he'd take, he stops in front of a very familiar residence. You should know it wouldn't be any trouble for him to find your abuser's house.Ā
He took a familiar piece of cloth out of his pocket, it had been time since he last wore it. Now seemed like a good moment. A balaclava, full face mask ā handmade, with a skull painted on. Simon hugs you and kisses your scars; Ghost wants revenge.Ā
notes: this was actually a request but it somehow got lost in my inbox so im so sorry to whoever requested this š i hope you still see this though and i hope u like it! lmk what u guys think hehehe
about: fans adore your support for ferrari, given your dad is literally their rival's team principal.
ynhorner
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ynhorner had the best view at monaco šļø
(ps. i hope my dad isn't using his instagram right now)
christianhorner I have no words....
ynhorner see u at home š
redgirlz LMAOOO THIS IS SO FUNNY
maxverstappen ??? Hello
ynhorner hi, max :)
daylightcharles if years ago you told me christian horner's own daughter would be openly supporting ferrari i would have laughed in your face
hamilecs not charles liking this š
sainzlines QUEEN DO U PLAN ON WATCHING SOMEDAY AT FERRARI'S GARAGE š¤š¤
ynhorner i would if i'd still be my dad's daughter afterwards
ynhorner
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ynhorner i may scream "forza ferrari sempre" during race weekends, but i am my dad's daughter still š«”
therealgerihalliwell There we go, Dad was waiting for you to wear that š
ilpredestinato she is me and i am her (i too, would support ferrari to hell and back)
lovesgasly my ferrari queen ā¤ļø
britcedesbros LOVE THE JACKET drop the link pls š
ynhorner dad brought it home after seeing me check out another ferrari cap š
ynhorner recently added to her instagram story!
ynhorner
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ynhorner clearing my gallery so enjoy this race weekās dump! life's good when i'm not torn between two teams; i can bust my lungs out to "super max" and forza ferrari my way every sunday ā¤ļø
queensland mother pls tell me that man is just an uber driver
charlierari That's literally Charles š
loverslane reaching we can't even see the face???
paddockgirlie MAM IS THAT CHARLES PLS SPEAK INTO THE MIC
ynhorner i think my lawyer says i'd rather not say anything š
maxverstappen Glad to know "Super Max" is on your playlist
ynhorner are you kidding? i play that when i drive so i can get to where i'm going faster
christianhorner Your karting races are not an excuse for you to overtake whenever you want, Y/N
ynhorner it's okay i'm driving a ferrari anyway :D
ynhorner
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ynhorner okay maybe there's another reason why i love ferrari, but it's really not my fault they signed someone so breathtaking and loveable to be their driver š¤·āāļø
merchamilton someone check up on christian quick
sainzzzzham Y/N IS UR DAD OKAY š
ynhorner oh don't worry about him, i'm sure he'll be fine!
charles_leclerc Saw the sign today, apparently that's why you sent me out to buy red poster board?
ynhorner yes, gotta stick to my ferrari girl agenda
paddocklovez MY NEW PARENTS ā¤ļø
maxverstappen Finally, growing tired of hiding Charles when he visits the garage š
christianhorner So you were in on this?
maxverstappen For legal reasons, I will be blocking you.
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tagging: @slytherheign, @honethatty12, @siovhanroy, @cxcewg, @sassyheroneckgiant (lmk if anyone else wants to be part of my taglist!)
summary: y/n leclerc spending her summer in spain, with a special someone. but everyone is going crazy! who is this special someone???
(carlos sainz x celebrity!reader)
read more under the cut!
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landonorris without me??? šš
- y/nusername next time, bestie š¤š¼
- cqrlando NAH BYE NOT LANDO BEING A GREEDY BSF šš¼
f1wags WHO IS THAT MAN
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- charlesf1goat UM IF THAT'S NOT CHARLES?? QUEEN ARE YOU SOFT LAUNCHING RN??
- y/nusername you can just tell me that you missed me, lechair ā¼ļø
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- f1islife UM GUYS ARE YOU SEEING THIS
- chillisainz what. does. that. mean.
- lechair16 GUYS NEW COUPLE??
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- f1gossip HERMANO???
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new gossip in the paddock. it is said that carlos sainz has been seen spending his summer break with y/n leclerc. is it true or are the fans going crazy?
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don't wanna leave, ever. :/ liked by charles_leclerc, lewishamilton, carlossainz55 and 1, 27, 928 others
lilymhe MOTHER IS MOTHERING OH MY GOD
- y/nusername STOP I LOVE YOU
carlossainz55 mamma mia
- y/nusername oh please šš¼
- carlandooo UM???? THIS JUST CONFIRMS IT.
lewishamilton bro never misses back day
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no1ynlover wow. guys. she's so pretty i cannot
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home :) liked by y/nusername, charles_leclerc, landonorris and 108,89,829 others
landonorris wow i hate you guys for leaving me all alone
-carlossainz55 love you too, mate
- carlosxlando guys??? didn't he tell y/n something similar?
- landonorizz LANDO OUT HERE EXPOSING RN
carlandohoes GUYS THAT'S Y/N 100%
- f1wags what if they are on a friendly trip?
- smoooooth GIRL WHO ARE YOU GASLIGHTING RN ššš¼
y/nusername ORAAAANGES ā¼ļø
- carlossainz55 no shit sherlock
- f1gossip HELP. i feel like my girl y/n gets bullied in this relationship š
- carlosschili ITS SO CUTE THO
fresh news. carlos sainz's latest post includes a woman, who most likely is y/n leclerc. the new couple are keeping it private but are surely not hesitating to show each other off as sainz has also made special appearances on y/n's latest posts.
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my smooth operator <3 liked by carlossainz55, charles_leclerc, landonorris and 99,828 others
charles_leclerc *pretends to be shocked* omg congrats guys!
landonorris THERE ARE KIDS ON THIS APP
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- y/nusername BESOS š
f1wags IM GOING INSANE OMG
carlandooo CRYING THEY'RE SO CUTE AND PERFECT TOGETHER
lilymhe carlossainz55 YOU STOLE MY GIRL
- carlossainz55 she has literally been my girl since forever wym.
you, Sam, and Colby were hanging out by the pool. you decided to go to the hot tub to warm up when Sam followed you. and things took a turn for the better
TW: p in v sex, degrading and praising, squirting, deep throating, recording, fingering (Fem receiving), body worship, fingering in hot tub (also Fem receiving), cursing, sir and daddy calling, pussy eating, masturbating, cum eating, ass slapping, smelling (Colby smells her a few times), pet names (too many to count), unprotected sex, after care
here's the long awaited part 2 <3
I'm sorry for making y'all waitš
also ion know whats goin on with my caps on my i's. like some are capitalized and some aren't. oh wellš¤·
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you were extremely bored. like to the point where you were staring at the ceiling counting the spikes from the ceiling popcorn. you decided to text Sam and Colby in y'all's group chat to see if they wanted to hang out
Spooky Gangš±
you: hello my favorite paranormal investigators, I am very bored and have come here to bother both of yall
Colbs<333: wanna come over and swim princess?
Sam<333: anything for you darling
you: stooooop y'all flatter meš¤
you: but yes I'd love to come and swim. I'll be there in 30<3
Sam<333: we'll be waiting angelš¤
i put down my phone and start to get ready. Colby was already at Sam's so I didn't have to worry about him. i put on a baggy shirt and colbys hoodie wrapped around my waist with my bathing suit underneath. I didn't see a reason to wear pants or shorts so I didn't. i get to my car and I drive to Sam's
Colby POV
i was talking with Sam when I hear a car pull up. we both look at each other and thought the same thing. "shit, y/n's here..". we both swallow the lump in our throats and wait for her to get inside.
we hear the door open and there she is, all in her glory. i snapped out of my ogling over her and meet her at the door.
"hey pookies, how are ya?" she asked as she sets down her keys. "we're ok, what about you?" Sam asks. "hot, extremely hot and bored. sooooo why don't we jump in the pool?" she says as she takes off my hoodie from her waist. 'now it's gonna smell like her.' I take the hoodie from her and go to the kitchen. i make sure she couldn't see me and I smell the hoodie. her scent is so addicting, I can't get enough of it. i put it down before I'm caught.
we all go outside and get undressed down to our bathing suits and y/n just jumps in. she comes out of the water and gets out and comes to where me and Sam are. she bats her eyes innocently at me and holds my hand. i raise an eyebrow but I catch onto her motives. my eyes widen as I realize what she's doing. she pulls me into the pool.
"holy shit! oh my god it's cold!" Sam yells. "oh shut up, it's fine" she says. she starts floating around the pool when me and Sam have an idea.
we get out of the pool and surround her. she opens one of her eyes to look at us and we jump on her. she sinks underwater and comes back up gasping for air. "you little fucks."
Y/n POV
after their little stunt, I get cold and head to the hot tub. i step in and sink under the hot water. my nose and up are the only thing above the water until I feel something else come in. i open my eyes and see who it is. 'oh it's just Sam.' I think to myself.
i look around the pool and see that colbys not there. 'he must've gone inside'. i feel hands wrap around my waist and pull me up "hey what the fu-". I felt lips on mine. hungry and passion filled lips. I'm in shock when I see Sam kissing me and I'm in his lap, straddling his waist.
i kiss him back with the same energy he is with me. his hands move my body back and forth and I hear him groan against my mouth. i put more body weight onto him and he pulls back.
"do you know how much you drive us crazy, darling?" he questions. i shake my head no. "want me to show you?" he whispers against my neck. "yes please." he kisses up my neck and down my jawline while his hand snakes down to my bottoms. he hooks his finger around the fabric and pulls them aside. Sam teases his finger around my hole and grazes his fingertip on my clit. i hiss at the contact and my forehead reaches his shoulder. "you're so beautiful, angel. Colby was right, you get so sensitive." he whispers against my neck. 'colby talked about me?' I say to myself.
"w-wait, we can't do this here. there's no telling what's in the pool." i panic. "yeah, you're right." he says. he picks me up and I wrap my arms and legs around him. he carries me to the beach chair (I forgot what they're called, bear with meT-T) and lays me down. he yanks down my suit bottoms and runs his tongue up and down my slick folds. my hand quickly finds it way to his hair and grips onto it. "fuck Sam!" not expecting him to do that.
he slips his two middle fingers into me and sucks on my clit. his movements pick up as he harshly sucks on my clit. that familiar knot in my lower stomach forms while I can't even form words. "sa- cum-... fuck... Sam... plea...." i stutter out. "gonna cum, sweetheart? gimme a few more minutes love, you taste divine." he dives back into my pussy.
he stops before I can cum. i whine as I throw my head back. "wh...why?" i give him a questioned look. "I'm gonna wait for Colby, darling." he stands back up and picks me up. my bathing suit bottoms still on the concrete. i wrap my arms and legs around him. he shoves his two fingers back into me as I moan in his neck. he continues to finger me as he takes me back inside.
Colby POV
*this was when you went to the hot tub. also this is just a quick Colby pov*
i take my leave and go inside. i dry off and head to the kitchen. I'll let Sam have her for a moment. i see my hoodie and pick it up to smell it again. my eyes rolls back as I get hard from her raw scent. "fuuuuuck" I draw out. i go to my room and immediately take off my swim shorts. i jump on my bed and start to jerk off to hy own fucking hoodie. i place it on my head so it covers my nose and I start masturbating. her smell alone drives me crazy, it already makes me want to cum.
a good few minutes go by and I feel myself get more sensitive and the knot in my stomach breaks as I cum all over my stomach. i take my fingers and just lick it up. I have no shame in eating my own cum, so I do anyway. I hear the door open and I see who it is
Y/n POV
Sam is still finger fucking me as he walks and with every step he takes, his fingers go deeper into me. god it feels so good, I can't get enough of it. i hear Colby come up from behind me and grabs my face to make me look at him. "you gonna be a good girl for us, doll?" i can only nod as I still can't speak words. "nuh uh, I need words, slut." he grips my face tighter. "yes sir, I'll be so good for y'all"
"that's what I thought. can I have her Sam?" he looks at him. "all yours." Colby takes me to his room as Sam follows. he tossed me carelessly on his bed and I look over to see the hoodie I wore over here. 'oh hey there's my hoodie..... what's that?' I question. i pick it up and I see there's cum on it. i look at Colby to see that him and Sam are setting up a camera. 'shit... they're gonna record this.'
"hey Colby?" i ask. he comes over and runs his hands on my chest. "yes baby?" "uhm why is there-" "cum on 'your' hoodie?" he finishes for me. he leans down and starts to smell my stomach. "you smell angelic, sunshine. I couldn't resist."
Sam finishes setting up the camera and comes to where we are and starts pulling down his shorts. i hear the water filled shorts fall on the floor and Sam's cold hands touch my chest. "you ready for us, dear?" i nod my head as I feel two fingers slip into me. "what did I say about words, babes?" Colby grips my face again. "I'm sorry.... y-yes I'm ready" I answer.
Colby walks around to the other side of the bed and takes off his swim shorts. his dick slapping against the side of my face. Sam walks back over to the camera and starts recording. colbys tip presses against my lips, waiting to enter my mouth. Sam gets on his knees and grips my legs so they're over his shoulders. his tongue presses onto my clit ever so lightly. my cold hands run over colbys waist. i feel him shiver against my touch.
"you ready Sam?" Colby asks. "as I'll ever be." he answers. at the same time, Colby shoves his dick in my mouth as Sam slips his tongue in my pussy. i moan around Colby as he thrusts into me with no remorse, while Sam takes his times tasting me.
i get flipped over to where I'm on my stomach, not stopping my movements with Colby. sama nose brushes against my aching hole while he laps up my clit. 'colbys about to cum' I tell myself. i grab his waist like last time and deep throat the rest of him in me while he grips the back of my head, pushing me further than I was. his cum slipping down my throat.
my thighs clench around Sam's head as I'm nearing my high. "I can feel you, you bout to cum, love?" Sam teases. "mhm yes yes" I nod. "she's done such a good job, she deserves a reward" Colby coos as he lifts my head to look at him.
i reach that ever so god feeling high Sam gave me after denying me earlier and I get flipped back onto my back. "now darling, we won't hold back unless you want us to, mkay?" Sam says. i start to nod when I remember Colby. "yes sir" I say.
Sam lines himself up with my hole. Colby starts feeling my chest and stomach again, smelling all of me. Sam gives me a look saying 'you ready?' and I nod. "what did I say about using your words, slut?" Colby grabs my face with his hand again. "thats what? the third time? i think you need a punishment, hm?"
"no no no no please daddy m'sorry. won't happen again." i plead. "hm too late princess, now take my dick like the whore you are." he takes his opportunity and slides his dick back in my mouth
Sam pushes his way into me as I'm busy with Colby ramming his cock back into my throat. the pleasure from both of them is too much. 'i feel like I'm about to pee myself' I know I'm not but it feels like it. next thing I knew, I felt relieved of that pressure. i open my eyes to see both of them looking down at me and sams chest being all wet. i feel Sam and Colby throb in both my mouth and my pussy. "shit you're gonna need to do that more often sweetheart because that was so hot." Colby says as he lens down to smell me once more. his cock still gliding in and out of me.
Sam's thrusts get more erratic and Colby gets more harsh. i can tell both of them are about to cum, as am I. i pull Colby more into me because it seems to get him to cum and I pull my legs around Sam to pull him closer. i feel both of their cum dripping in me as they both pull out.
colby goes and gets a washcloth to clean us up as Sam stops recording and cleans himself up in the bathroom.
"I will definitely be sending this to you" Sam tells me
project: make you love me (jyh) | nineteen. (final)
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āsummary:Ā yunho canāt stand how youāreĀ soĀ wrapped up in the notorious campus fuckboy, park seonghwa. he would gladly love you the way you deserve, despite being shy, awkward and the complete opposite of seonghwa. thus, when he finds himself spending more time with you over literature reviews and random study sessions, he decides to take on the challenge to win you over.
āpairing:Ā jeong yunho x f. reader
āgenre: (18+ - minors dni)Ā strangers/friends to lovers, college auĀ |Ā fluff, angst, smut
āword count:Ā 5.5k
āchapter content/warnings: Ā cussing/mature language, some alcohol consumption, seonghwa (lmao im jk just had to do it one time for the one time - hes not really a warning but he does pop in for a second), oral (f. receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, praising, lots and lots of kissesĀ
āa/n: & we've come to the end š sobbing!! tysm for all your love on this one, i truly appreciate every single one of you that cried, loved and supported this couple from day one!! <33 it truly meant a lot to me. i hope to see you alongside of me on the next journey hehe š find my upcoming works here & lmk if you wanna be on the taglists! if you need something more sad & angsty, here is home. ILYYYY!!
"Baby! Yeo!" You squeal when you see Yunho lined up with Yeosang amongst the crowd of graduates waiting to pile their way in to the field where the ceremony would be taking place. He waves, tall and proud in his cap and gown, blushing from ear to ear when you rush over for a quick hug.
"Pretty girl." He mumbles against your head before kissing you on the temple. "Go get your seat before it fills up." His hands are on your waist as he looks down at you, brushing the hair away from your face.
"I know, but I just had to see you really quickly." You point to your friends behind you, all holding up cardboard cut outs of Yunho and Yeosang's faces. "Look! We came prepared!" They laugh.
"I'm glad you picked a nice photo of me at least."Ā
"Oh, we have both cute and funny faces, don't worry." Yeosang rolls his eyes before giving off another chuckle. You slip a water bottle filled halfway with tequila in Yunho's hand, making Yeosang give off a loud laugh when he realizes what you're giving them.
"Babe." Yunho says almost in a scolding manner that makes you giggle.
"You've got a whole 3-4 hours or so of a graduation ceremony, love! What else are you gonna do?!"
"She's right, what are we gonna do?"
"Oh myā go, babe. We're gonna head in soon." You laugh and give him a quick peck on the lips before squeezing his hand.
"Okay, okay. I love you. Enjoy!"
"I love you, too." You wave once more before running off to your friends and heading out onto the lawn. It's a beautiful day out, and the sun is already shining even though it's still early in the morning. You, your friends, your mom and sister, and Yunho's mom and aunt eventually find ways to each other and take place in some seats right by the stage and underneath the shade.
As expected, the ceremony kicks off and it's aĀ longĀ one. The President of the school speaks before other distinguished professors and a special guest speaker take over the mic. Yunho and YeosangĀ surprisinglyĀ do take a few swigs from the water bottle mid-speech, catching other graduates doing the same to keep themselves alive and on the same high they started with this morning. Once they start handing out diplomas to the graduates by school/department, it tacks on another hour or so before they're finally reaching the Computer Science department.
"Oh shit, finally!" Soobin says, fixing his position in his seat and getting his phone ready.
"Are they even going in alphabetical order?" Seungmin stands, stepping aside to make sure he isn't blocking the view.
"Nope. They're going by row, I think." Chaery stands before pointing and grabbing you by the arm. "Wait, wait! Yunho and Yeo are standing now!" You stand and let your family and his family know that it might be time to head closer towards the stage. The entire group makes their way towards the side of the stage that is blocked off solely for family and loved ones to snap photos of their graduates. You sneak your way past a few people, bringing everyone closer in an area where Yunho and Yeosang could see the group clearly as they walk across the stage and off.
The first to walk across the stage is Yeosang; his family roars next to you while you all hold up his boards. You snap a few photos of him just as he walks off and quickly flashes his diploma before waving one last goodbye to get to his seat. At this point, Yunho takes a step onto the stage, waiting for his name to be called. You feel the tears welling in your eyes when you find that Yunho isn't looking at anyone butĀ you.Ā
"I love you."Ā He mouths out and subtly taps his chest just as they call his name.
"I love you, too." You mouth back before snapping his photosā catching that sparkle in his eye, that beautiful smile on his face.Ā That's your man and you love him so, so much.
"Jeong Yunho!" Chaery yells as you all put up the blown up boards of his face. You all cheer and scream for him as he finally crosses the stage and grabs his diploma, doing a little celebratory dance as he steps down and passes everyone for final photos. Yunho quickly grabs your hand and presses a light kiss to the surface before running off to his seat. "I swear to God, you two are the sweetest." Chaery pokes out her bottom lip before throwing her arm around your shoulder. "That man loves you and adores you to bits, Y/N."
"And I do, too." She squeezes you as you all make your way back to your seats to endure the rest of the graduates getting their diplomas.
"Do you guys have any plans for Yunho and Yeosang tonight?" Your mom leans over to ask and you shake your head.
"No, they didn't wanna do anything besides the lunch thingy we're all going to."
"Oh, really? Not even a party?" You shake your head.
"Nope. I promise you, we tried." Your mom chuckles and nods.
As the rest of the ceremony finally comes to an end, caps are being tossed in the air from all directions while the graduates celebrate in unison one last time. You hurriedly run to the nearest bathroom because your body decidesĀ thisĀ would be the best time to do so. Luckily, there isn't much of a line or anything so you're able to slip in and out after relieving yourself. But once you head back to the lawn, you find yourself completely lost in a sea full of graduates, their families and loved ones. When you tippy-toe to try and find Yunho, you surprisingly can't find aĀ glimpseĀ of him and it makes you a bit anxious.
"Oops, sorryā"
"Sorryā" You look up. "Seonghwa." You bump into him as you continue to try and navigate your way through the crowd to find Yunho and Yeosang, with Seonghwa also trying to find his family in the sea of people.
"Oh, hey." He looks down at you.
"Congratulations."
"Thank you." He says with a small smile.
"I really do wish you the best." He looks at you before looking down at his feet and nodding.
"I appreciate that, Y/N. I hope senior year treats you well." You give him a toothless smile before youĀ finallyĀ spot Yunho over his shoulder. Seonghwa watches as your smile grows, hearing the small squeals leave your lips when you finally spot Yunho with your friends and family.
"Thanks. Good luck!" You bid Seonghwa farewell once and for all before running over to your boyfriend. Of course, Seonghwa keeps his eyes trained on you two for a bit while you swing your arms around Yunho's neck and kiss himĀ so sweetly, so lovingly. Yunho looks down at you like the entire world is handed to him on a gold platter, like you hold the galaxies in your eyes, like every inch of you has been crafted by the stars.Ā
You areĀ everythingĀ to him, and it's clear even for someone like Seonghwaā who isn't sure how to give love, yet is very open to receiving it.Ā He could've had that, if he wasn't so dumb. You really did believe in him at one point, but he didn't do anything with it.Ā He didn't choose you.
But truthfully, in the end, he's happy you're happy. Even though it took him awhile to fully understand that. He knew he couldn't fully give you what you wanted, and he knows Yunho is way better than he'll ever be. You deserve that, and Seonghwa knows he should've tried harderĀ when he had you. Not after.
Life's a bunch of learning lessons, and he truly gets that now.
"Congrats, baby!" You giggle when Yunho presses repeated kisses against your face, holding you against him.
"Hey! Turn to the camera!" Your mom yells from behind you. "Let me snap some photos of you and the handsome graduate! Hurry! Food's waiting!" Your mom playfully scolds you before snapping a bunch of photos. Everyone is taking their time snapping photos of you and Yunho, you and your friends with Yunho and Yeosang, and it takes a good bit before everyone is satisfied enough to leave.Ā
Yeosang's family joins everyone for a celebratory meal at the bbq restaurant in the city. It's a late celebratory lunch being that it's a bit past noon, but everyone is happy and still in good spirits despite theĀ longĀ ceremony and warmer weather. It's nice to see everyone you love under one roof, with Yunho and Yeosang rightfully being celebrated for all their hardwork. While your mom and sister sit alongside of Yunho's mom and aunt, your dad calls mid-dinner to congratulate Yunho over Facetime and apologizes for missing the ceremony due to a business trip. Yunho eventually ends up agreeing to a random fishing date with your dad in the coming weeks, making you laugh how cutely [and quickly] he agreed.
"Babe." You look up at him sweetly as everyone exits the restaurant, your hand loosely intertwined with his.
"When you say my name like that, you're always up to no good." You playfully smack him with a gasp.
"Oh my god, not even!" You giggle. "I just wanted to know if you're happy."
"Of course I am."
"Do you wanna do anything else to celebrate?"
"Nah." He shakes his head and boops your nose. "Just wanna spend time with you. Besides, I told you I'd take you somewhere this summer, remember? That'll be a way to celebrate."
"I feel like I wanna do more for you."
"You do a lot for me already. I promise." He squeezes your hand.
"I'm gonna be honest, and it's probably gonna sound lame, but a nap sounds really nice right now." Yeosang says. "We got up way too early for graduation." You laugh.
"Why don't we nap and head to the beach tonight for a chill bonfire?" Soobin suggests with a shrug. "So we can celebrate but also not do too much?"
"That actually sounds amazing." Chaery looks at with a surprised expression. "Way to go, Choi!" She punches him on the arm, earning a small groan in response.
"Yeah, I'm down for that."
"I'll drive us and see if the others wanna come along?" Yeosang and Yunho nod.
"Yay!" You clap before bidding farewell to your mom, sister, Yunho's mom and his aunt.Ā
As expected, everyone heads their separate ways and gets ready to relax for the early afternoon. Chaery and Seungmin head off to the grocery store to grab a few drinks and snacks for tonight, and some ice for the cooler. After taking a quick shower, you head back to Yunho'sā already finding Yeosang's door shut close, while Yunho is also in bed with an arm lazily draped over his face. As you quietly shut the door behind you and walk towards his bed, you hear Yunho's small snores a little clearer. You giggle to yourself as you carefully climb over and take your place on the empty side of the bed, but Yunho is quick to shift in his own position and throw an arm around you as soon as he feels the bed dip. His hand gently squeezes at your side just as he presses up against your back, letting out a soft sigh against the back of your head.
"Sorry baby." He sleepily says. "Tried waiting but I got sleepy."
"That's okay, Yuyu. Go back to sleep." He presses a light kiss to your head before snuggling closer to you. Within a few minutes, you feel your lids getting heavier, breathing more regulated. It's not long before you fall into a deep sleep with Yunho cuddled behind you; also meeting you in your dreams.
Eventually, your slumber comes to an end when you feel Yunho pressing light kisses to your jaw, cheek, neck and head. You giggle as your eyes flutter open, giving your body a tiny, but good stretch in Yunho's arms.
"Awake already?"
"Mm, we slept for like 3 hours." He laughs. "We should eat before we head to the beach."
"What do you wanna eat? I'm too content here." You chuckle.
"I could name a few things." Yunho smirks before gently nibbling on your earlobe and giving your thigh a squeeze.
"You go to sleep for 3 hours and wake up like this?!" You snort.
"Baby." He whines, so you turn to look at him.Ā
"And here I thought you really wanted to eat."
"I do! I'm just in the mood for a variety of things."Ā
"Oh?" You let out a loud squeal when Yunho comes for your neck and starts attacking you with more kisses.
"Oy! I can hear you two from out here!" Chaery says from outside the door, causing the both of you to pause and look towards the door.
"When did she get here?" You ask. Yunho snorts as he continues to play around, hand teasing at the edge of your panties. "Yunho!"
"What?" He nips at your neck.
"You lovebirds awake or what? We brought some food over." Seungmin asks right by the door. You can hear both him and Chaery mumbling from behindā something along the lines of:
Should we just knock?
Should we go in?
You think they're still sleeping after hearing her earlier?
What if they're indecent and in compromised positions?
Dude, just tell them the food is outside, they'll come when they're ready.
You laugh to yourself amidst Yunho's kisses, internally shaking your head at your roommates forĀ almostĀ acting on their thoughts. You return your attention back to your boyfriend, who is looking at you adoringly even as his fingers continue to trace the material of your panties.
"Food is outside when you two are done!" Seungmin says, followed by an 'ow' afterwards.
"Yunho, what are you up to?"
"I'll be quick." He laughs. "Just wanna please you."
"Everyone is outside!"
"You can be quiet though, right?" He lowers himself under the blankets, taking his position in between your thighs. You bite onto your bottom lip, feeling Yunho tug your panties down before slipping in two digits. You let out a quiet, breathy moan, twitching when you suddenly feel him latch onto your clitā tongue working magic around your core.Ā
"Oh shitā" Your moan gets louder and Yunho gives your thigh a squeeze to warn you. You feel the pleasure quickly building in your gut, slowly working your hips against his mouth; hands gripping his hair with good pressure. You feel him pick up the pace, pumping into you faster before he focuses on your clit alone, letting you grind your hips against him. He groans against you, pressing his hips deeper into the mattress to feel some kind of friction, to relieve himself in any way possible.Ā "Yunho, fuckā" Sooner or later, your orgasm washes over you and completely takes over your senses. You tremble against him, back arching off of the mattress as the aftershocks trickle through you. "Jesus, babe."
"Mhm, but you feel good, don't you?" He pokes out of the covers, laughing with rose-tinted cheeks.
"What about you?"
"I'm good." He leans in to kiss you. "That's all I needed."
"You're crazy."
"I love you, too." He kisses you again. "Ready to actually eat?"
"Shouldn't I be asking you that?" You laugh, letting Yunho get up and fix himself first. You throw on some sweats, also following suit to make sure you look decent enough for your friends.Ā
"Wow, finally." Chaery says when she sees Yunho ski-daddle to the bathroom with a quick wave, you plopping yourself down onto the living room floor next to her. "You good?" She teases, nudging you in the arm.
"Mm, thanks for bring the food."
"Course."
"Who else is tagging along?"
"Hyunjin. Yeonjun. Jongho. Minnie. Someone else, I forgot though." Soobin says. "They're riding with Jongho."
"I'm surprised they're still around. Usually, they're all quick to dip as soon as finals are over." Chaery adds. "Eat up, replenish your stamina." She hands Yunho a plate when he plops onto the floor next to you.
"Thank you." He flashes her a bright, playful smile. "Did you guys get everything for tonight?"
"Mhm!"Ā
"You should've told us. We could've chipped in." Yeosang nods in agreement.
"Um, this is for you guys. Why on earth would I do that?" She laughs. "No, absolutely not. I just want you guys to have fun and enjoy tonight."
"Thank you." Yeosang repeats with a small smile. Everyone finishes up eating in the living room before Yeosang and Soobin are hauling the cooler into his car for tonight's festivities. As soon as the sun sets, the group piles into the car, squeezing into the back to fit [as safely as possible]. The beach Soobin picks isn't the usual, popular beach that everyone tends to go to. He decides it's best to go to the smaller one that's tucked off to the side so it isn't bombarded with people on a beautiful night like tonight. It takes a quick 10-min drive down the highway, along with tackling a curvy, winding road before Soobin is driving down a small, quiet residential area and pulling up at a dead-end.Ā
"Jongho and them are here already." He says, pulling up behind their car along the side of the street near the dead-end sign. Everyone hops out and grabs what they can to haul it over to the beach, having to walk down the path in order to reach the sand. Jongho and the rest of the group already have a huge fire going, chairs situated around the fire with a few snacks and the bluetooth speakers softly playing music laying around.
"Finally!" Jongho says with his arms wide open. "Congrats Yunho and Yeo!"
"Thanks, my guy!" Yunho responds with a laugh, greeting your friends with a hug and thanking them for hanging out to celebrate. Everyone gets started with rounds of shots before dancing around in the sand and splashing in the water. Yunho's happily singing along to the songs even as you two walk into the water and try to playfully splash each other. At once, he carries you and attempts to throw you into the water, laughing away as you chase him and scold him for evenĀ trying.
When you finally settle back onto the chair and start roasting some marshmallows for smores, Yunho plops onto the chair next to youā gently nudging you on the arm before kissing you on the cheek.
"Making some smores?" You giggle and nod.
"Want one?"
"Sure." You throw a marshmallow onto another stick, keeping it near the fire. While waiting for it to be perfectly roasted, you look up and admire the stars strung across the velvety sky.
The moon.
"Yunho."
"Yeah?"
"It's a full moon." He looks at you with a small smile before kissing you on the temple, helping you arrange his smores on a plate.
"It is, and I want you to remember this one and the next ones to come."
"Why?"
"Just cause." He gives you a small smile, happy to have made the moon something you two could share, something that will always serve as a reminder of the love you two hold for each other. "It's our thing, isn't it?"
"Yeah, it is our thing." You giggle, resting your head on his shoulders while you continue to watch your friends fool around on the sand and enjoy themselves under the clear, night sky. "I'm proud of you, you know that right? Incredibly proud of you."
"I know."
"I'll be the support you every step of the way."
"Thank you, love. And I'll be here, too. I'm here."
ā£ļø SUMMER
You splashed in the clearest, bluest waters you've ever seen, Yunho coming behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist. You give off a tiny scream when he surprises you from behind, lifting you and dropping you back into the water.
"Jeong Yunho!" You laugh mid-scold, wiping the water from your face.
"I like it when you say my name." He smirks, followed by a deep laugh. "Sorry, baby. I had to."
"You're lucky I like you." He smiles, hands resting on your waist to pull you close.
"That's a shame, I thought you loved me, too." He teases while you wrap your arms around his neck.
"You're lucky IĀ loveĀ you."
"Ah, that's better." He licks his lips, water droplets slowly falling down his face from his wet hair. "Mind if I kiss you, pretty girl?"
"Not at all." You bite onto your bottom lip before Yunho leans forward for a kiss, holding it for as long as he possibly can before he's pulling back. He presses one, two, three repeated kisses before giving your hips a squeeze.
"Wanna head back to the room?"
"Yeah, actually. I'm kinda pooped from splashing in the water all day."
"Same." He laces his fingers with yours as you both walk out of the water and back towards the resort.Ā
"What do you want for dinner tonight?"
"Um, I don't know. Let me figure that out. You just relax." He gives you a small smile. The sand feels warm but soft beneath your feet, and the sun is still shining even though it's getting ready to set soon. Thankfully, it isn't nearly as bright and hot as it was earlier in the day anymore. You grab your things from the beach chair, washing off your feet under the water spout before slipping back into your slippers and following the trail back into the resort.Ā
When you step back into the room, Yunho is quick to start a hot shower for you, claiming he'll take care of dinner. So, you hop in and take your time underneath the hot water; letting it ease the slight soreness that came from swimming and playing in the water most of the day. Yunho makes a quick trip down the street to pick up some food, laying everything out on the balcony table so that you two could enjoy it during a peaceful night.
"Aw, babe! When did you go out and grab this?" You say as you walk out to the balcony in your cute grey shorts and matching hoodie.Ā
"When you were swimming in the shower." You laugh and playfully punch him on the bicep.
"I did not take that long. But, thank you." You tippytoe to give him a peck.
"Let me take a quick shower. I'll be out soon." He tips your chin upwards before smiling down at you.
"Okay." You settle onto the balcony chair and scroll through your phone, texting your friends while you patiently wait for Yunho to shower and get comfy for dinner. You look out at the view, admiring the way the moonlight shines down onto the surface of the water, illuminating everything near its path. It's quiet with the occasional sound of waves crashing against the sand, the occasional chatter of other families passing by to get to their rooms. It's peaceful, but it feels extra special being away from home with Yunho.
When it hits close to 20 minutes, Yunho's finally joining you in the balcony, running a hand through his damp hair as he sits in the chair next to you. The both of you begin to dig in and talk about your day, planning what else you should do tomorrow and the following day before you're having to leave and head back home. Of course, in typical Yunho fashion, he jokes around and plays around mid-meal, just wanting to hear you laugh and giggle next to him. When you both feel satisfied, he sits back and takes his turn to admire the view, his hand laced with yours as he presses kisses onto the surface.
"Baby." He says softly, his thumb caressing the surface of your hand.
"Hm?"
"Do you see the full moon?"Ā He points upwards.
"I do." You smile at him, remembering the days when you used to walk with Yunho and look at the moon.
"Can you do me a favor then?"
"Of course."
"Keep your eyes on it for me, please?"
"What're you up to, Jeong Yunho?" You giggle, doing as asked by keeping your gaze on the full moon ahead. You don't even see Yunho move, nor do you hear him fiddle around, but you are stuck on the moon nonetheless. It's beautiful, it's bright, it's dreamy.
"Nothing." He laughs. "Tell me what you see, love."
"Yunho, Iā" You turn to look at him, but before you can even say,Ā do, anything, your eyes immediately shift to the center of the table, causing you to pause mid-sentence.
On the table is an opened small, black box with a ring inside. A simple, but beautifully chic rose gold ring that blended seamlessly into an infinity-shape near the center, a small heart-shaped diamond sitting in the middle cushioned in between smaller diamonds.Ā It's beautiful, it's bright, it's dreamy.
"Y-Yunho." You say his name softly. Your heart is beating out of your chest because although you'd love to do this with Yunho, you aren't sure if you're entirely ready. But luckily for you, Yunho knows you well.
Very well.
And he understands.Ā He knows the feeling all too well, too.
"Iā it's a promise ring. Because as much as I want to say fuck it right now, I know we're both waiting until we're absolutely ready to build a life together. I just want you to know that I'm yours. No matter what. I'm yours and nothing's gonna change that. I'm here."
"Babe." The tears well up in your eyes as you admire the ring sitting in the box before looking back up at him. He's right, and it's what you love the most about him. He's never one to rush or pressure you into anything, he's the one who thinks logically and rationally. But, he never fails to show you just how much you mean to him, how much this relationship means to him. There was always this cloud above the both of you after that night you two talked about building a life together and doing theĀ crazy shit grownups do.Ā Because even though you truly love Yunho and you know he's the one you wanna be with, you still have a whole year of school ahead of you, more dance competitions ahead of you; plus, whatever else post-grad will bring for you. Yunho is still navigating his own life after graduation and even though he might be in aĀ slightlyĀ better place than you right now, you know he's also trying to be there for his mom and aunt more. Things are still unsettled and it wouldn't be the time for you two to think about engagements, marriages, what kind of home you want, kidsā even if that's the end goal.
Whatever the combination looked like.
But having Yunho do this, to give you a promise ring that shows you the want, the need, the dedication he has to be there for you every step of the way and vice versa. It means more than anything, and it's all you could've ever asked for.Ā You're happy to know he is yours, just as you are his.
"I love it. Thank you."
"Can I?" He licks his lips, taking the ring from the box in order to slip it on your finger. You simply nod as the tears stream down your cheeks, fingers slightly shaking at the overflowing love and happiness you feel being here, being with Yunho. "Baby, why are you crying?" He chuckles a bit, leaning over to wipe the tears from your cheeks.
"IĀ just.. I don't know. I just love you. Sometimes, it still feels so unreal." He subtly bites onto his bottom lip to prevent himself from smiling even more. But, he thinks you're so cute right now. So pretty, so beautiful.Ā So..Ā his.
"Come here, love." He gestures to his lap. You silently walk over and straddle his lap, arms lazily wrapped around his neck. He leans in for a kiss, large hands resting on your hips while he indulges in the sweetness of your lips, the way you feel resting on him, your scent.
Everything.
The kiss intensifies quick, and you find yourself slowly grinding on Yunhoā feeling how hard he is beneath you. It's a slow grind, one where you drag your clothed core over his lengthĀ ever so nicely, just to feel every bit of him against you.Ā
"Fuck." He hisses.
"Let's go inside, babe."
"Or.. I can take you right here, right now. Let everyone see what you do to me." He presses a kiss to your jaw. "How you make me feel." He looks up at you just as he presses another kiss to your chin. "Hm, baby? Should I just selfishly keep you to myself?" He hums, hands squeezing your hips a little harder as you continue to slowly rock against him. You let out a soft, whiny moan and it shoots straight down to Yunho's dick. After his 'lil bits of teasing, he knows at the end of the day, he just wants you to himself.
No one else.
No one,Ā nothing, in between.
So, he swiftly carries you in one motion, hurrying into the room before slamming the balcony door shut. He drops you onto the bed, immediately latching his lips onto yours in a hungry, heated kiss. He crawls in between your lap as you lay back, Yunho's hands immediately squeezing your inner thighs. He lowers himself just enough to tease your core with his clothed, hardened member. That contact alone sends tingles down your spine, enough for a moan to slip from your lips in between kisses. Yunho doesn't waste any time shedding off your clothes, admiring every inch of your body with trails of kisses, gentle touches.Ā
"Need you." He says in your ear. "Can I have you?" You nod hastily, helping Yunho out of his shirt.Ā
"You have me, Yunho." He pauses and looks at you for a moment,Ā and for the first time ever, you aren't sure what it means. You aren't sure what he's feeling. But, his expression softens, his eyes are holding onto the stars, the moon, the sun, that he sees in your own. Because he has you.Ā
He has you.
He doesn't say anything before locking his lips with yours,Ā the need, want, desire, so evident in every move he makes. He takes a few moments to slip in two digits, just to get a feel for how wet you are. He groans against you when you arch your back upwards, too hungry, too eager, to feel you wrapped around him. He starts to pump himself a few times, spreading your wetness across his length before lining himself up at your entrance.Ā
"Ready for me?" You nod, gasping at him pushing into you until he bottoms out to the hilt. The both of you adjust to the feeling before he begins to work you at a steady pace. But, Yunho keeps himself close to youā skin to skin, hand tightly locked with yours. It's slow and steady, intimate.
Tonight feels so much more different. So much more intense.Ā
So much more special.
Yunho continues to whisper praises against your skin, slightly picking up his pace and making you whimper in response. He finds that he wants to feel more of you, so he sits back onto his knees and holds you flush against him while he gives you control. You start to roll your hips, hands tugging at the ends of his hair when you pick up your pace. The position has you feeling every inch of him inside of you, only wanting moreā to be closer, if ever possible.
"Oh, babeā" You mewl and tilt your head back in pleasure. He takes the opportunity to nibble at your neck, tongue swiping across the surface.
"Oh shit, baby." He moans breathily. "Just like that. You're so good to me." He repeats. "So good to me." The grip on your hips gets a little stronger while Yunho guides you. He pushes you to ride him faster, clit rubbing against himĀ so deliciouslyĀ it pushes you to the edgeā right where he needs you to be.
"Oh godā god Yunho." You moan loudly. "I'm gonna cumā"
"That's it. That's my good girl." He coos, holding you against him tightly. "Let me feel you." He feels your walls pulsing against him, squeezing his length tightly in all the right places. He lets out another moan as he adjusts his position and fucks up into you to chase his own high. You wrap your arms around him, whining from the sensitivity until you hear him mumble curses against your neck; groaning when he releases and fills you up. The both of you don't move from your positions for awhile, only indulging in more slow, sweet kisses despite being a sweaty mess.
"I love you so much, Y/N. You literally have no idea how much I adore you." Yunho brushes the hair away from your face. "I can't wait to see what the future holds for the both of us. Cause I'm here. I don't wanna go anywhere if it's not with you." He repeats, kissing you gently.
"I love you too, Yunho. I'm yours." You caress his cheek, taking him in;Ā everything about him.Ā He smiles sweetly at you, carrying you and holding you close while making his way to the bathroom.
"Time for another shower?" You laugh loudly, letting Yunho take care of you for the rest of the night in many ways.
In the end, those literature assignments would always mean something to you two. Those nights when he found you in the parking lot. The random McDonalds trips. The walks underneath the full moon. The single rose. The fight over Seonghwa and those bumps in the road.
Those will always mean something to you two because in the end, no matter the chaos, the background noise, the extra baggage, it all brought you closer together.Ā
In the end, it blessed you with Yunho.
In the end, it blessed you with the greatest love you've ever known.
In the end, it will always be you and Yunho against the world.