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better - matt sturniolo

a/n - this is a filler until i’m done with my chris smut 😔. i’m sorry there’s a lot of yapping but the backstory matters !

contains - dom!matt x sub!reader, fighting, unprotected sex, mirror sex, praise, fingering, begging, oral (both receiving)

summary - reader and matt make a bet 😈

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‘ i seen your love, you got me baby ‘

it was a friday night and my boyfriend had just canceled on me last minute for the 3rd time this week. i was literally all dressed up, waiting for him to come and pick me up. i sighed when i read his message saying that he " had something come up "

bullshit.

i had a feeling he had been cheating on me for a while, but i didn't have any solid proof so i just stayed quiet. i was about to get into my pajamas when i got a text from nick saying how theyre having a party at their house tonight , and how matt would pick me up.

nick 💗

HEY

we're having a party tn

can you come

pleaseeeeee

matt can pick you up

i feel like i haven't seen you in forever

you

nick it's been 4 days 😭

but i mean

let me see

i pulled out my phone to text liam, my boyfriend . i had to make sure that we really weren't going out , so i was just double checking.

liam

Can't go

Something came up

you

bro what ??

im literally ready

why tf is this just now being brought up

liam

I don't know what you want me to do lmfao

you

im going to nicks party then

liam

Says who?

Your staying at the house

you

why are you being weird 💀

yes i am

lmfao ok dad

liam

That fucking matt kid

Your always looking at him

And he looks at you like he's

in love or some shit so no your not going

you

bro

u can't be serious

i never look at him

liam

K well

i don't want you close enough to him

so that there's even a chance something could happen

you

read 10:39 pm

i laughed and rolled my eyes, he really thinks he's in control of me...i scrolled back to nicks contact and texted him

you

come get me 😝

nick

YAYYYY

we're like 5 mins away

can we come in so i can say hi to ur cat

you

omfg 😭 yea

im ready anyways cause

ofc my bf cancelled on me again

nick

girl.

you can do better

i feel like everyone knows

he's cheating on you...

you

yea me to

i just don't have any proof yet

anyways lmk when ur here

nick

okay

we're like abt to pull up

you

doors unlocked 😛

i waited until i saw their van in my driveway, and opened the door watching them walk up to my porch

immediately hugged nick and chris, but i just smiled at matt and he returned the gesture.

there had always been something, weird between me and matt. it wasn't friendship, but it wasn't hate either. it was weird.

i led nick to my room and picked up my cat, kiko, handing her to him

i walked out of my room to see chris sitting on the couch and matt just leaning against the door on his phone, like he couldn't wait to leave.

" uh you know you can sit down matt..." i said awkwardly, causing him to look up from his phone and just respond with " i know "

i shrugged it off and went back to my room where i'd left nick, and asked him what he thought of my outfit.

i asked him if he thought it was ' too formal ' for a party since it was originally an outfit for my date.

i was wearing a short black dress with spaghetti straps, my hair down and some light makeup

" girl you look hot. don't change " i smiled and went to the bathroom to touch up my makeup a little, once i was done i grabbed my bag and asked nick if we're ready to go " you ready?" i questioned, putting my bag on my arm

" yeah let's go " he said before saying bye to kiko and putting her down

" come on guys " nick said walking out of my room, resulting in everyone making their way to the door.

once we got into the van i was in the back , with nick while chris and matt were up front obviously. on the way there, i just had the urge to look up from my phone

i looked up and caught matt starring at me through the rearview mirror, he immediately looked away once he saw me though.

we eventually got to the triplets house and it was already packed. we all got out of the van and while we were making our way to the door, i asked nick "you let all these people here without you guys home?"

"yeah, justin and nate are here so it should be fine."

i hummed in response and walked behind nick and chris, with matt behind me for some reason.

nate opened the door and dapped up matt after i walked in, and i heard him say "hot date bro"

" she's not my date" matt replied sounding slightly annoyed. nate raised a brow in confusion

"thennn why were you walking behind her and starring at her ass the entire time you were walking up? me and justin literally saw you through the window."

i turned my head around for a quick second to see matt shushing nate and punching him (sort of) playfully on the shoulder

i felt my cheeks heat up, but why? why did i care how matt was looking at me? whatever.

i made my way to the kitchen where nick and chris were, we just gossiped about random shit.

nick was talking to chris and while i waited for my turn to speak, i looked around and saw...my boyfriend? what? he said he had an emergency?

and of course, he was making out with some skanky bitch from my school who knew we'd been dating.

i told nick i'll be right back and made my way over.

" fuck you. family emergency?? your fucking unbelievable. " i shoved him then faced the girl "and bitch as for you, he's gonna do the same shit hes doing to me right now. you aren't gonna fucking last."

he looked totally wasted and was slurring his words, but i heard him say " you were just a good fuck. get over it."

i looked at him in disbelief for a moment before i said something back " can't say the same for you. you have a small dick." and with that, i walked off.

tons of people were starring at me of course, but i was too mad to even care. i made my way to the bathroom to calm down, before i heard a knock on the door.

" what the fuck do you want " i blurted out without even thinking who it could be.

“um..it's matt, can i come in?" i instantly covered my mouth feeling bad about how i had spoken to him

i unlocked the door and opened it, letting him in. "i'm sorry. i didn't know who it was" i apologized

" no no, it's okay. i just wanted to check on you and see if your okay."

i sighed and sat down on the toilet seat while he leaned against the wall in front of the mirror

" i mean..not really, just pissed at how much time and energy i wasted on him."

he stayed silent and didn't say anything, waiting for me to finish what i was saying "i knew he was cheating but i didn't wanna believe it, i feel fucking stupid" i continued

"your not stupid" he shrugged and continued "he's stupid for loosing someone like you." i thanked him and sighed , resting my head in my hands

"...plus if he has a small dick he's nothing to cry over " he smiled

i laughed, "he wasn't even good in bed either oh my god." i added and laughed

"really?" matt turned his head to look at me, furrowing his brows for a second and smiling, while crossing his arms

“yeah. sorry if this is too much but like..i never finished when i was with him" i giggled

he laughed and paused for a moment before saying "you would if you were with me."

i giggled thinking he was joking, and replied with " doubt it"

matt raised his eyebrows and locked the door, "wanna bet ?"

that's when i realized he wasn't joking, i stood up and leaned against the sink infront of him " how much " i smirked at him

“ $50. i know how to use my hands and my dick. i know i could make you cum, and that's a promise."

" fine , prove it then " i said nodding my head

" don't start shit you can't finish. im serious " he said looking me in my eyes

"so am i , i wanna see if you can put your money where your mouth is"

" y/n ," he said smiling and shaking his head , leaning into me, resting one of his hands on the sink

“matt.” i responded teasingly

he grabbed my hand and placed it onto his dick, making me feel his giant boner

" you see what your doing to me ? i will fuck you until you can't even remember his name. "

" do it then " i smirked, ' he's all talk ' is what i was thinking, until he firmly placed his lips on mine

it turned sloppy real quick to, he picked me up and set me on the edge of the sink so i was perfectly aligned with his dick

he started making his way down slowly by leaving hickeys all down my neck, i wrapped my fingers in his hair and tugged it slightly, but not too hard

that's when he lifted up my dress and placed one of his hands on my waist, while the other rubbed my clit through my underwear

he was looking me in my face but i was so needy for more of him, that i couldn't even look him in the eyes.

"what? you can't take it anymore ?" he smirked at me, still making eye contact and then inching his hand fully down my panties sticking two fingers inside me

(guys i giggled at panties but i didn't know what other word to use)

i bit my lip slightly taking a deep breath in at the amount of pleasure i was in. even tho all he did was tease me, it felt amazing. like he had this power over me.

he started moving his fingers slow, but picked up the pace fast. i threw my head back in pleasure, while my hands grabbed at his shoulders.

fuck. maybe he could make me cum after all .

as good as it felt, i needed a break because if he fingered me for any longer, i would've lost $50.

i grabbed his hand and pulled it away and hopped off of the counter, immediately getting on my knees

i began to unzip his pants when he suddenly stops me and grabs my chin, raising my head and making me look at him

“ i don't know if your ready .." he said looking at me with a smirk

i rolled my eyes smiling slightly, and continued undoing his pants "okay..." he answered, throwing his hands up in surrender

i pulled his pants down to his ankles and then looked up to see his boxers, and i could obviously see his giant print

i pulled down his boxers , revealing an easy 9 inches. i started at it for a few seconds before shrugging and shoving in 6 inches or so

as i switched between my hands and my mouth, i swirled my tongue around his tip causing him to let out a low groan

" shit .." he threw his head back in pleasure and grabbed a fistful of my hair, pushing himself further into my mouth

i felt it in the back of my throat. i heard him mumbling all types of swear words, and at that point he's basically just face fucking me

which i obviously don't mind

eventually after about 3 minutes of me just gagging he pulled his dick out of my mouth

" how was that " i say standing up to face him, smirking , still heavy breathing and gasping for air

" your really good" he smirked at me, before picking me up and setting me back on the sink again "your turn"

he kissed me as he set me down , kicking away his pants and boxers.

he pulls out of the kiss and bends down slightly, resting his hands on my inner thighs, spreading my legs a little

" let me do this for you, all you need to do is hold your legs up. but if you can't handle it, just put em on my shoulders , okay ?"he says looking me in my eyes, all i could do at that point was just nod eagerly, hopefully showing how bad i needed him.

and with that, he starts to go down on me. i arched my back unintentionally, i don't know what came over me, but i couldn't help myself. it just felt like he belonged there

this man wasn't lying when said he knows how to make a girl beg, not even close to a lie.

i grabbed a handful of his hair and arched my back again when i felt him start to suck on my clit

i slapped my hand over my mouth, remembering how there's other people around.

he took his hand off of my thigh and removed my own hand from my mouth, "don't cover your mouth sweetheart. i wanna know if im doing good"

i shook my head in agreement and grabbed the back of his shirt, needing some sort of support

i can't explain it , but i swear i felt him smirk when i grabbed him , like he knew he was pleasing me so good.

i never knew i needed him, but i do now. his tongue felt so good on me, like it just felt right.

i moaned slightly louder than before " shit .." i threw my head back and bit my lip slightly

i started whimpering out of pleasure trying to catch my breath , his tongue was going everywhere and somehow he made every spot feel amazing .

i felt myself get close , but i needed to feel him inside of me. " wait wait wait " i mumbled trying to catch my breath

" what is it baby ? " he said looking up at me "i...fuck hold on." i said panting

" i want you to fuck me , please matt." i said in between breaths

“ how bad ?" he said smirking at me and looking me in my eyes , " tell me how bad you want me. "

" i need you so bad , please " i pleaded, i just wanted him in me and nothing else , him and him only is all i needed.

"good girl." and with that , he fully stood up and grabbed his dick

he held his tip up to my entrance , knowing how bad he was teasing me , but oh lord this man was rock hard.

" matt , i want you to fuck me and i know you do to , stop teasing please " i was literally begging this man to just destroy me

he shrugged " i'll try not to stretch you out too much sweetheart. " and with that , he pushed himself inside me without warning , and oh my god i wasn't ready.

it's like i was so horny i forgot how big he was.

he shoved his whole dick inside me , all 9 inches. i cried out in pleasure

he placed his hands on my waist so he could go deeper and guide me , " oh fuck " i muttered and immediately clamped my eyes shut

that's when i felt matt's hand on my chin, making me look at him. " look at me , i wanna see how good i make you feel . do i make you feel good , pretty ?"

" mhm " i whimpered and shook my head because i couldn't even speak.

" use your words baby. do i ?" he spoke firmly, still not breaking eye contact

" yes , yes you make me feel good " i mumbled

" good " he said in a fierce , yet gentle tone

after about 2 minutes , i heard him say "hey baby , you wanna take off that dress ?" he suggested

i nodded while he pulled out and i hopped off of the sink, slipping my dress off

i looked over at matt who was literally starring down my body, " what ?" i giggled getting flustered

" nothing ..you just amaze me. your body is so perfect"he said , still starring me down

i laughed and rolled my eyes and asked if he was ready again, " for you, always. are you? " he emphasized

i bent over the sink and replied " obviously. " he snickered and grabbed my hips , making sure he was perfectly aligned.

i felt him pound himself into me , which , i again for some reason still wasn't used to how big he is.

i had my hands on the sink for support , and when he put himself inside me , i put my head down because it felt so good

that's when i felt matt's hand on my chin again and lifted up my head , looking at me through the mirror.

" uh uh. i want you to see how good your taking me."

i nodded looking at him in the mirror

i watch him look down and smile while furrowing his brows

" you didn't tell me you had a back tattoo baby . it looks good "

" you never .." i paused as i struggled to get my words out "...asked "

" fair enough ..oh fuck." he threw his head back and his thrusting started to get more aggressive

his hand crept up to my neck, placing a firm grip on my neck which sent me over the edge

" matt..baby i can't do it " i said shaking my head while looking at him in the mirror

" yes you can , take it like you said you would. " i nodded and did as he told me

i suddenly felt that knot in my stomach , so i reached behind me and grabbed matts hand from my waist and put it on the sink so that his hand was over mine , and we interlocked our fingers

" you alright ? are you gonna cum already ? come on , your too easy to please baby ." he asked in a teasing tone , looking at me and smirking

like of course i was . and he obviously knew , he just thought that it was funny to tease me.

" fuck ..matt im gonna-" i was cut off by me releasing onto his dick , "oh shit " i said looking down , i was relieved that a man had actually made me finish , but now i needed to give matt $50 i didn't have ...

" good job baby , you did great " he was literally panting at this point . i could tell was close , just trying not to show it.

i decided to tease a little and see how long he could last.

" you make me feel so good baby " i said looking at him in the mirror

" thats g..fuck " he threw his head back and starting thrusting harder

" you look so good from here " i teased a little more since he thinks when he does it , it's hilarious. i saw him open this mouth to say something but instead just bite the side of his cheek and stay quiet

" i don't care how long it takes you baby , my body is all yours ."

"fuck .. mm oh shit ...in or out "

without answering , i got on my knees and started to jerk him off to his release while looking up at him

" oh shit. fuck..fuck " he lets out a huge loud of cum and i swallow because , i dont need a mess.

i get back up and try my best to fix my hair while looking at myself in the mirror, while matt's leaning against the wall panting

i pickup my shoes without even bothering to put them back on , i just re-adjust my dress and forget about everything else.

my hair is all out of place, my lipstick is smeared, my mascara running down my face..i was a mess. but it was totally worth it.

i sit on the toilet seat while matt puts his pants back on.

maybe liam was right. cause we definitely fucked...

" i don't need the $50." matt said suddenly smiling at me, "you ready ? you still look good by the way."

"whatever. let's go" i laughed and rolled my eyes, opening the door

" liam's gonna be so pissed." i laughed looking back at matt

" i know " he smiled " can't wait to see the look on his face."

" same " i giggled as we made our way over to liam , who was making out with a different girl.

we stood infront of him and looked at eachother laughing , and as soon as we did we opened his eyes and looked like he'd just seen a ghost

" hi " i said in a teasing voice , tilting my head while doing so

" what the fuck? " he looked back at me and matt in confusion, furrowing his brows like he didn't know what was going on.

" yea so you were kinda right about me and matt ..." i said trying not to burst out laughing

" you fucking whore! " he yelled , gaining the attention of tons of people. they started recording the situation because of how loud he was. "i knew you were cheating on me you slimy little b-" he got cut off as he got sent to the floor.

matt punched him.

i covered my mouth in shock but also resisting the urge to not laugh "your..." liam paused , feeling his nose as it gushed blood everywhere "dead." he continued

" okay , well it's kinda hard to take that threat serious when your on ground"

everybody around us started laughing, apparently nobody liked liam , but it's obvious why.

" your not a real man! y-" i cut him off before he could finish his sentence, "well he fucks like one. get up and get over it."

"whatever." he mutters under his breath as he struggled to get up

we walked over to chris and nick who were recording everything on their phones " hey uh, are you guys ready to pack this up " matt asked them

" yup , i'll get nate and justin to get everyone out." nick said as he walked away

" dude what the fuck ..." chris giggled as he looked at me and matt " i fucking knew it! nick owes me $20".

"you..made a bet?" i asked , confused

" fuck yea we did" he replied stuffing his mouth with food before walking off

“ so like..do you wanna be my girlfriend...or whatever" matt asked me , looking down at the ground

" duh ." i smiled and kissed him before going to find nick so i could help clean the mess up

" we're literally never having a party again." nick complained as we all shoved trash into trash bags

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Part 22 ❤︎

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"Y/N, will you marry me?"

Tears well up in my eyes. “Hyunjin.. you can’t be serious.” I say, covering my mouth. “Oh I’m serious, more than you know.” He says with a smile. It takes a whole minute before I process the fact I haven’t given him an answer. I quickly start nodding my head before a broken “yes” leaves my mouth with a sob.

He quickly stands up and pulls me into a huge hug, picking me up and spinning me around. He puts me down gently and brings my left hand up to slide the ring on. “It’s beautiful.” I whisper, staring at it in awe. “It’s even more beautiful on you.” He says back.

•

Back at the group, everyone’s sitting around the fire anxiously waiting for hyunjin and y/n to return.

“How do you think it’s going?” Seungmin asks. “She’ll say yes. No doubt about it.” Felix says. “Yeah…” Minho says quietly. Everyone looks at his direction, throwing him apologetic looks. “Are you okay?” Ash asks. Minho gives her a small smile before muttering a quick yeah. Han gives Minho a small pat on his back and a smile. “It’ll be okay, she’ll come around.” He says. “If only it were that simple.” Minho stutters. Everyone sits in awkward silence for what seems like eternity, before Changbin makes a joke to change the subject.

•

"There you guys are!" Felix yells, as we make their way back to the group. "Sooo....?" Ash starts to say. I quickly hold my left hand up with a huge smile on my face, showing everyone this beautiful ring placed on my finger. Everyone screams at once, running toward us and engulfing us into giant hugs. "I'm so happy for you two!" Jeongin says, pulling Hyunjin into him. I give him a big smile, until I see Minho standing behind him. He has a smile on his face, but I can tell that it's being forced. My heart shatter at the sight. It's been months since I've talked to him, months since I've given myself the chance to forgive him. How could I possibly still have any feelings for him. I'm an engaged woman now.. and I can't take my eyes off of him. How is it, I'm engaged to the person I've been madly in love with for such a long time now.. who has hurt me so much. But completely gave up on the person who never gave up on me, just for some stupid mistake of words. I quickly shake myself out of my thoughts as I watch Minho walk away. I feel Hyunjin's arms wrap around me from behind and his face push into my neck. "What's bothering you my love?" He asks quietly. I gesture towards Minho, who's currently down by the water by himself. Hyunjin takes a deep breathe in before letting it out. "Go talk to him..." He whispers. "No, this is our night. I don't want to ruin it." I whisper back, turning around to wrap my arms around his neck. He wraps his arms around my waist and brings me in closer. "It won't ruin anything, he wouldn't do that. I think you forget that he's madly in love with you at times." Hyunjin says with a small chuckle. "And you don't have an issue with that? I mean, we're engaged now... that's quit a big thing." I say quietly. "I don't really have an issue with it, because I trust you.. and I trust him. And I know that you'll do whatever it takes to make us happy. As long as I have you by my side every day.. that's all that matters to me beyond this point." He pushes my hair out of my face and tucks it behind my ear before gwntly kissing me. "Now go... talk to him." He says with a smile as he pulls away.

•

I make my way down the beach towards Minho as Hyunjin joins the rest of the group around the fire. "Is this spot taken?" I ask jokingly, pointing to the sand next to where Minho is sat. "Yeah.. I actually called one of the crabs as a date, just waiting for her now." He says sarcastically with a smile. I smile back before sitting down next to him. I give him a warm look before resting my head on his shoulder and looking out to the water. He gently rests his head on mine before letting out a sigh. "I'm happy for you." He states suddenly. "You shouldn't be." I say softly. Minho pulls away to look at me confused. "What do you mean?" He asks. "I mean, I broke your heart and left, then got engaged to the guy I told you I probably never wanted to see again... it doesn't get much shittier than that." I state with a sorrowful smile. "You didn't break my heart y/n..." he says. "If anything... you taught me that I had one." He says with a smile. "You've always had a heart Minho.. You just try to hide it." I say quietly. "You make it hard to hide.." He whispers, looking into my eyes. My heart hurts at his words, I know I've hurt him.. but I also know that he would never let me know if I did. "I love you Min..." I whisper. "I can't lose you... you mean too much to me." "You love him more y/n, and that's okay. You have to listen to your heart. Even if your heart doesn't want me." He says quietly. "That's the thing Minho.. it does. And I don't know what to do because I can't see you and expect myself not to fall for you all over again." I say. "I.. I don't know what to say.." He whispers.

•

My conversation with Minho didn't really go anywhere from there, just a few talk's about how thing's have been doing and what the plan is for our futures. Then we headed back to the group.

"So we rented out this hotel room down the road from here, we all took a couple days off of work to stay, do you guys want to stay for the night?" Chan asks. "We didn't bring anything to stay." Hyunjin states. "The hotel has extra toothbrushes and stuff, and you guys can wear some of our stuff." Han says. "what do you say?" Hyunjin asks me, wrapping his arm around my shoulders. "Sounds like fun to me." I say with a smile. "Great! I'll go call and add on a room for you guys then!" Chan says, pulling his phone from his pocket to call the hotel before walking away. We all gather our things to bring to our cars.

Once we get to Hyunjin's car, he grabs my bag from my arms and throws it in the trunk. "Ready?" He asks. I give him a quick smile and nod before heading to the passenger side door with him, he holds the door for me as I get into the car. He lightly shuts the door and makes his way around the car before getting into the driver's seat. He starts the engine and not long after, we are on our way.

"This hotel is huge!" I say excitedly to Chan as we make our way through the huge front doors of the hotel. Well, more like palace. This place is built like one. "You didn't have to do this, this just screams expensive." Hyunjin exclaims. "It's nothing, besides.. it can be your guys' engagement gift from me." Chris says, with a wink. I look at Hyunjin with a smile then look down at the shiny ring on my finger. I twirl it around before being swept from my thoughts. "Lets go!" Han says excitedly. We all make our way to the elevator. Obviously, not having enough room for all of us to get on together, ironically Minho, Hyunjin and I are left to catch a ride up after everyone else.

It falls to pure silence when the elevator doors shut as Ash, Felix and Han head upstairs. Hyunjin wraps his arm around my shoulder and brings me to his side. He leaves a small kiss at the top of my head before giving me a small smile. It seems like eternity before the doors to the elevator open for us. Minho stands awkwardly as Hyunjin and I make our way into the elevator. "You coming?" Hyunjin says with a smile. 'Oh, uh, yeah." Minho says, shaking his head as if he were deep in thought. He makes his way on with us, standing beside me. For this being such a huge hotel, they could have made the elevator a little bigger at least.' I think to myself. Minho's arm brushes against mine, and I try my hardest to ignore the goosebumps that form on my skin. He must have not ignored them though, considering the smirk I see spread across his lips secretly. The elevator dings once we get to the top floor. "Honeymoon suite." Hyunjin reads on the pamphlet Chan handed us down stairs. He quickly goes through it, examining the pictures given to us. "This place is nicer than our apartment." He says dramatically. "Well, I guess this is us." I say to Minho. "Yeah, I'll catch you guys later?" He says, pressing the button to which floor he has to go to, with a smile. "Do you want to come hangout for a while?" Hyunjin asks him. I give Hyunjin a questioning look, before putting my attention back to Minho. "Oh, well.. this is a special night for you two, I think it would be best if you spent it together." Minho says. The doors go to close but Hyunjin quickly shoves his foot in front of it before it can. "Don't be ridiculous.. Just come hangout for a little bit." Hyunjin says, grabbing Minho's hand and dragging him out of the elevator and into our suite before he can protest. I wonder to myself what the hell Hyunjin could actually be thinking. ‘I’m trying to get over him, you know this. Don’t do this to me.’ I think to myself as we enter through the doors of our suite. All of our jaws hit the floor at the sight of the place. “Holy shit..” Minho whispers. “There’s no way he paid for this.” I whisper. “He had to have robbed someone.” Hyunjin says. Causing a chuckle from both Minho and I. Walking in, the first thing to see is a huge Queen bed, spread with satin sheets and grey pillows. Above the bed.. a mirror, if only you could imagine what that would be for. Across from the bed, a fire place with the TV above it and a few chairs to finish it off. Next to that, a balcony, out-looking the ocean. "This is insane." I say, making my way to the bed and throwing myself on to it. "This is the best bed I've ever felt in my entire life." I say dramatically, letting out a long relaxed sigh. I feel the bed dip next to my feet and look over to see Minho sit next to me. I give him a small smile. "Drinks?" Hyunjin asks, grabbing one of our bags and heading toward the kitchen area.

When Hyunjin leaves the room, is when Minho decides to talk. "What is he trying to do?" He whispers. "I couldn't tell you." I whisper back. We let our eyes connect, for longer than we'd both like. I can tell he's hurting, there's pain behind those huge brown eyes and all I want to do is hold him, comfort him, tell him everything is going to be okay. "y/n..." He whispers. "yeah?" I say. "Can you do something for me?" He asks. "Anything." I reply. He looks away, looking down at his hands, where his fingers play together nervously. "Tell me you love me, just one more time." He whispers. I think my eyes are playing tricks on me when I see a tear welling up in his eyes. My heart shatters at the sight. My whole time of knowing Minho, he's only cried once. I sit up, scooting closer to him. Running my hand down his back. "I'm afraid I'll always love you Minho." I whisper to him, setting my chin on his shoulder. "There's nothing to be afraid of baby." He says, turning around to face me. He takes my hand in his. "Don't call me that." I whisper. "It hurts too much." His thumb rubs against my palm. "Alright, let's drink!" Hyunjin says excitedly. Minho quickly pulls his hand from mine. Hyunjin saw, I know he did. His face tells it. He walks over to the bed with a tray with three drinks sitting on it. He hands us our drinks and sits on the bed with us. "Cheers! To my beautiful Fiancé." He says, looking at me with a wink before he brings the glass to his mouth and chugs down his entire drink. I give him a wide smile and take a sip of mine. I look over to Minho and watch as he chugs his down as well.

It's been a few hours since we've gotten to our room. We've all had too much to drink at this point. Minho was sprawled out on one of the chairs by the fireplace, Hyunjin was laying on the floor and I on the bed. We've been sitting around talking nonsense and making each other laugh uncontrollably. It felt good to be alone all together again, and there not be any drama. For a minute it felt like things before. That's until Hyunjin opened his mouth. "Minho, do you still love y/n?" Silence fell over the room, the only thing playing is light music in the background, that we weren't really listening to in the first place. "Hyunj.." I start, but he quickly stops me. "No, I want to know." He says. I can't tell where he's going with this by the look on his face. Minho stares at him is silence before letting out a sigh. "Hyunjin, I'm not here to argue. We were all just having a really good time." He says. "I'm not looking to argue, I'm looking to make amends." Hyunjin states. Taking another sip of his beer. "How do you expect to do that Jinnie?" I ask quietly. Hyunjin smirks, looking between Minho and I.

"I want you guys to fuck." He states nonchalantly. My eyes widen, along with Minho's. "Bro, I don't thi.." Hyunjin cuts him off. "Before you guys say anything! I've thought long and hard about it, and I think it would benefit all three of us." He talks as if it's the most normal thing on earth. I know we've done it before. But everything is so different now. We're engaged... we're getting married. That's huge, this is not the time to be making decisions on whether or not we want a three way relationship again. That, and Hyun's been doing so good, I'm scared he'll go back to his old ways if this happens again.

"Hyun.. don't you think this isn't the right time for this?" I ask, sweetly as I can. "It's the perfect time, my love." He says, getting up from his spot on the floor and crawling onto the bed next to me. "I know he loves you, and I know you still love him. I understand that will never change. What is the point in walking on eggshells around one another?" He says. "Hyunjin, you're drunk. You don't know what you're saying." Minho says. "I agree. If we do this, you will wake up in the morning completely regretting it." I say. "Don't act like you two haven't been longing for one another since we got to the beach." Hyunjin states. "I see the way you look at her Minho, it's quite intense to be honest." He chuckles. "And you..." He crawls close to my face, the tips on our noses touching one another. "The love in your eyes when you look at him... it's like the first time I saw you. I understand that look more than you know y/n." He whispers. "Hyunjin..." He quickly shushes me with his lips. He slams them hard onto mine, my body falls back a little bit at the pressure of it. "Are you sure about this?" I say in between him kissing me. "I've never been so sure about anything in my life." He states. I pull away from his lips and he makes his way down my neck, licking a stripe down the side of it to my colar bone. I look over at Minho as he does. "Come here min.." I moan out. Minho stands from his chair and makes his way over to the bed cautiously. Hyunjin continues to lick and suck at my neck. I hold out my hand to Minho, he grabs it and climbs onto the bed with us. Sitting beside me, he brings my hand up to his mouth, before planting a gentle kiss to it. I miss the feeling of his lips. I grab the collar of his shirt and pull him toward me. I slam my lips onto his. Our lips connect in perfect unison, as if nothing has changed, like nothing happened and everything has been the same this entire time. All of our worries and love are pressed into each other's mouths through our lips. Minho lets out a long moan, sliding his tongue into my mouth. I feel Hyunjin pull away, I stop kissing Minho and he takes the place on my neck where Hyunjin's lips once were. "Jinnie..." I moan out, as he gets off the bed. I reach for him with a pout, asking him to get back on the bed. "Oh darling, this is about you. I'm just going to watch." He states sweetly, before leaning over the bed and planting a kiss to my forehead. I watch as he makes his way to one of the chairs by the fireplace and drags it to the foot of the bed before taking a seat.

Minho brings his hand up and presses against my shoulder, telling me to lay back. To which I do. He quickly climbs on top of me. "I've missed those pretty lips." He whispers, before bringing his mouth back down to mine. I moan through the kiss and run my hands through his hair. His hand finds my breast, giving it a sharp squeeze before working his way down my body to my dripping cunt. He cups it in his hand before taking his thumb and rubbing me through my pants. A hum leaves my lips as he does. "That's it pretty girl, you miss me?" He asks cockily. I'm too hot and heavy to come up with a sarcastic remark, all I can do is nod at him. A smirk plays out on his lips as he continues to rub at my clit. "You're so wet already baby, we've barely done anything." He states. He pulls his hand from my heat, causing a whine to leave my lips. "Patients baby." He whispers, before wrapping his fingers in the waistband of my pants and dragging them down my legs, along with my underwear. "Spread your legs for me baby." He says. I do as he says, and drop my knees to the sides. “God..” I heard Hyunjin groan from the end of the bed. “Such a pretty pussy, baby.” Minho whines, climbing on top of me to connect our lips once more. I grind my hips up into his, causing a groan to escape his lips. I feel his hardened member rub against my naked core, leaving behind a wet strip on his jeans. “She’s covering you Minho.” Hyunjin groans. Minho pulls away and looks down at his clothed cock. A smirk plays out on his lips. “Oh sweet girl.. look what you did.” He says. A blush forms on my cheeks as I look away from him, too embarrassed to look him in the eye. “Look at him, my love.” I hear hyunjin say. I pry my eyes away from the wall and look at Minho. “Good girl.” I hear hyunjin again. “You listen well don’t you?” Minho says. He backs up off of the bed to take off his pants and boxers before climbing back on. His hardened member swings loose as he does. Dripping precum with veins so prominent, you could see them a mile away. “Turn around baby.” I do as he says and get on my knees, bending over to stick my ass in the air. “Face your fiance.” He adds. I quickly turn around and face hyunjin. My core tightens at the sight. There sits my fiance, watching something so raw, so dirty. With his cock in his hand, stroking himself softly and slowly. His tip leaking, his forehead sweaty. All I want to do is get on the floor between those perfectly long legs and take him in my mouth. “Mmm.. so perfect.” Minho says, taking me out of my thoughts, before landing a sharp blow to my right cheek. I hiss at first, but moan right after. I suddenly feel his tip slide through my heat. “Look at you, my love.” Hyunjin whispers. Scooting close to me at the end of the bed, bringing his face only centimeters from mine. “You want Minho to fuck you hmm?” He asks. Running his hand through my hair. “You want him to make that pussy cum?” I nod. He gives me a small smile before standing up from the chair and standing In front of me, his clock on full display. “Open.” He says, gesturing to my mouth. I obey, sticking my tongue out. He softly grabs his member and sipes his tip on my tongue, ridding of the precum leaking from the tip. I take my tongue back into my mouth to take him. I moan at the feeling. I quickly open my mouth again, asking for more. “Such a greedy girl.” He says, before placing his tip back on my tongue and sliding his hips forward. His tip hits the back of my throat just right, before I gag. I feel my hole stretch behind me as Minho sinks himself into me. I let out a long moan around Hyunjin’s cock. Causing a moan to escape his lips at the sensation. “God, you’re so tight baby.” Minho moans, ramming himself into me from behind. A squeak leaves my mouth every time he bottoms out inside of me. “Keep going baby, I’m gonna cum.” Hyunjin moans. I wrap my hand around his balls, taking him even deeper into my throat. I feel his cock twitch a few times before his seed explodes inside my mouth.

The taste of him and the feeling oh Minho slamming inside of me, sends me into a state of euphoria. I quickly swallow Hyunjin’s seed and let out a loud moan as I cum around Minhos cock. “That’s right baby, cum for me.” Minho moans. I feel him coming to his high as I cum around him, his member twitching inside of me as he fills up my soaking heat. He lets out a sigh before pulling out of me and landing onto the bed with a thump. I feel him cum leak out of me and down my leg, hitting the sheets below me. Hyunjin climbs on to the bed next to me and pulls me into his arms. “Come here, my love.” He plants kisses all along my face, ending at the top of my head. We sit in silence, catching our breaths, until Minho speaks up.

“Well… now what?”

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To be continued…

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⸺ LESSON 9 ⸺

Solomon

Barbatos

demons & angels (& humans)

the 'MC is human' situation

records of a banshee

misc

- lesson 8 || lesson 10 || all posts so far -

HI I JUST WANT TO SAY THAT THE REBLOGS ON LESSON 8 ARE SO SWEET!!! <3333 I thought that this would mostly just be me throwing things around to help make sense of my own theory on NB's identity, but seeing that people are actually exited to see this back means a lot, so thank you guys <3 And sorry that this part once again took a little longer ;-; General spoiler warning for all of Obey Me Nightbringer, as well as for the original Obey Me

⸺ SOLOMON ⸺

Solomon finally made it back and just casusally brings a dragon egg back with him [9-2]. Sure. I'm not questioning his antics anymore; he's nowhere near to being my main Nightbringer candidate

Solomon makes the hypothesis that maybe Nightbringer is the reason we're here?! No way!! :o [9-2] -> but in all seriousness, it's nice that he's trying to tell us as much as possible of what he knows

Solomon claims that Diavolo can definitely be trusted [lesson 9 hard mode]. I'm actually taking his word here because 1. we know that Solomon cares a lot about MC and their safety, 2. we learn next lesson that Solomon has some sort of agreement going on with Nightbringer, and 3. that Nightbringer just threatened MC's safety. I just genuinely see no reason why he would lie about who is and who isn't trustworthy here

⸺ BARBATOS ⸺

Barbatos worrying about MC [9-8; pic below]

he tells us completely umpropted where Beelzebub is held captive [9-8; pic below] -> Solomon decides to follow him since he also wants to talk with Barbatos about the entire teleportation thing [9-8] -> both Barbatos and Solomon heading to where Beelzebub is held captive caused quite a headache for me...but we'll get to that next lesson!

⸺ DEMONS & ANGELS (& HUMANS) ⸺

illusion!Diavolo and illusion!Simeon fight over who should get to lead/support humans--demons or angels [9-A] -> also, illusion!Diavolo talks about leading humans to happiness. Leading someone else to happiness seems to be Nightbringer's favorite past time, would you look at that :)

⸺ THE 'MC IS HUMAN' SITUATION ⸺

taking this opportunity to just say how much I love serious Dia, thank you for listenting <3 (putting this in here because it's in regard to MC's expulsion since Diavolo found out they are a human) -> that being said, he mentions that his father entrusted the Devildom to him [9-7], but like,, when?? He literally fell into a coma?? Did he wake up in the middle of it like "oh by the way son, before I forget" and then passed tf out again???

⸺ RECORDS OF A BANSHEE ⸺

the brothers show up during Diavolo's talk about MC's expulsion and we learn that Beelzebub is now being held prisoner because he wrecked the castle at yesterday's dinner party [9-7]. This is the timeline of it all:

1. MC gets their letter summoning them to the Demon Lord's Castle [lesson 9 hard mode], and the brothers + Simeon and Luke participate in the dinner party at the Demon Lord's Castle. We don't know which one happens first 2. at some point during the dinner party, Lucifer talks about him aquiring a record of a banshee's song [9-14] -> according to the others, this caused Beelzebub to completely lose it, which ended up with him causing significant damage to the castle -> Belphegor later on mentions that something was wrong with Beelzebub at the time [9-7] 3. the next day, Beelzebub gets a letter summoning him to the Demon Lord's Castle and is imprisonened 4. after that, MC has their meeting with Diavolo and they talk about MC having to return to the human world 5. during that meeting, the brothers show up and demand for Beelzebub to be released 6. Lucifer basically gives up right after getting there (??? WHY did you even go there in the first place then, my guy???). Before he leaves, he tells Diavolo that ultimately, he doesn't accept them either -> Diavolo is distraught by this comment 7. Barbatos suggests continuing this meeting some other time and accompanies MC and Solomon a little. Before parting ways, he explicitly tells them where Beelzebub is being held captive 8. Solomon and MC split up; Solomon follows Barbatos to where Beelzebub is being imprisoned, and MC heads to the House of Lamentation to talk to the brothers and find out what happened

withholding my thoughts for now because there is one last detail happening in lesson 10 that kinda ties the entire thing together, but I will already say that based on how the characters present described the entire situation [9-14; all three pics below], Beelzebub's meltdown seems too big to be caused by the mention of a banshee

⸺ MISC ⸺

we now know why Mammon is so afraid of ghosts [9-2]

mandatory moment where I talk about my husband: a) Satan's first time seeing a cat, you love to see it <3 [9-10] b) can you hear the sound of my heart breaking? :< [9-8; pic below]

Satan's quote from the website! [9-10; pic below]

Belphegor tells MC about Lilith [9-16]

illusion!Luke says this [9-A; pic below]. HUH :D

#lesson 9 is the calm before the storm #i wrote two entire pages of notes for lesson 10. idk if i'll be using them all yet or if i'll be withholding some of my thoughts for now #but either way it melted my brain #obey me #obey me nightbringer #obey me spoilers #obey me nightbringer spoilers #mel's descend into madness

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retiredcultistredux · 10 months

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*Running down a hallway* Zan! Prince Fluff! Where are you? I need your help! I've got Kirby with me and a wish version of red riding hood chasing me! -☘

[I wrote way too much for this (spent too much time on it smh) with only 2 drawings, it's past midnight and I'm tired so no more posts til after I wake up later. That being said this is a very long post with a bunch of text!!]

Meanwhile, with Prince Fluff and Zan...

Prince Fluff had just woken up, sitting there on the floor groggy and dazed. Zan was looking at him with a concerned expression, her eyes widening a bit as she saw he was ok--well, as 'ok' as he could've been.

Zan: "Fluff, are you ok?"

Prince Fluff: "I...I think so...what happened...?"

Zan: "I'm not entirely sure. You ran off ahead of me, and then I heard shouting followed by you screaming...by the time I arrived, you were unconscious and everyone else was gone. I...I'm sorry I couldn't stop whatever happened..."

Prince Fluff: "Don't apologize...it was my fault for getting so angry with you and running head-first into a bad situation. You were right, I should've been careful...all I remember is Ester's amulet thing started glowing, and then I just felt...overwhelming pain. I guess that's when I passed out."

Zan: "...Wait, his amulet? That means--"

Her sentence was cut short as she heard the voice of a young girl who had floated up to her and Prince Fluff, carrying...wait, was that Kirby? Why was he so...dull?

Prince Fluff: "Wha--Kirby? What happened?"

Zan: "I've never seen anything like this...it's like all the color was drained out of him, and he looks so...numb..."

Prince Fluff: "Also, wait, Ester might be chasing you? Ugh, I'm so tired of that guy...!"

Zan: "...Wait. What if he doesn't chase after us? Javez probably needs to keep him around near the Jamba Heart for whatever the two of them are planning...and I think they might need Kirby for their plan as well. So...what if he's expecting us to go to him? Maybe we can stall for time and try to figure out how to fix Kirby. Then, if Ester does show up...well, we'll deal with him when we see him."

Prince Fluff: "...You...might have a point...ok. We'll wait here for a bit, but we can't wait too long. That ritual thing could be ready at any time, and whether they need Kirby or not, we're gonna have to show up to stop them regardless in order to save Hyness. ...Do you think he can hold his own for a bit?"

Zan: "I don't think they want to physically harm Hyness any further. The most either of them would do at this point is try to get into his head, which is still bad, but...we can't just rush in there blindly either...let's figure out what's up with Kirby and then develop a strategy."

Prince Fluff: "...Right."

[The focus has shifted back over to Prince Fluff and Zan for a bit. Maybe try helping them develop a strategy for confronting Ester and Javez?]

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abrushwithdeath · 18 days

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((I'm gonna try to be around a little bit today, so let me know if you want me to send memes your way!!!

This goes for people I'm already writing with AND anyone I haven't had a chance to write with yet, by the way <3))

#ooc.#((I'm still just sticking to Rogue's blog for the moment. I need to get back into the habit of being here in general before I start hopping #between blogs again.#The intent was to be able to go between this and Cass's blog by this week or next but #GUESS WHO'S STUCK WORKING BOTH SHIFTS EVERY NIGHT AGAIN BECAUSE I DARED GET BACK INTO WRITING?????????#So she's gonna have to wait. Hopefully the guy we're covering for will come back soon but he's having some serious #medical issues so I think he's out the rest of the year. Someone on first shift is also out the rest of the year with health issues #which means that shift is also a TON more stressful now.#BUT I'll try to be here on Sundays and every other Saturday (pay week Saturdays are for grocery shopping and such #so I'm usually gone most of the day then and then get back in time to prep for game nights).#Also got my first tattoo a few weeks ago and I'm starting work on the first of 2 SW arm bands this Friday afternoon.#Only mentioning it because I'm excited about it. I've wanted this for literally like 8 years and just never had the money / time to do it!)

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grinchwrapsupreme · 1 year

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i'm not saying this to make any sort of point but as someone who works in canadian theatre, the wga strike is going to have an interesting effect on live entertainment too, like i know multiple people who have lost their jobs or will lose their jobs soon because so much american television is produced here and obviously the iatse union is standing with the wga which it should and i also know that when film crew are out of work like this they often turn to theatre because it's a different local of the same union (and a lot of them started in theatre) and they wind up pushing permits out of work because film crew are usually members which means they get first dibs on all calls even if they don't have much live entertainment experience and even though attitudes in theatre and film are VERY different. And i really really hope the wga gets everything they want, they deserve that and more, but i also hope it happens quickly before young iatse permits get priced out of this city and we get into into another situation like the one right after the pandemic

#when the pandemic hit and live entertainment pretty much died for a few years #most established theatre iatse guys moved into film so when theatre started up again there was this huge crisis #and iatse was so desperate for permits they were literally advertising for them on facebook and weren't requiring advocates or anything #which is a massive fucking deal and also how i got my permit #but it also means theres a ton of experienced film iatse members who aren't averse to jumping ship to a familiar field #and all those new permits who found their opening in that crisis are now in danger of being out of work #in the most expensive city in the country #and as someone who works at a theatre that's labelled a learning theatre by the union (we get all the green permits)#it's going to be very interesting to see what happens next #fortunately we don't pay as well as many of the other venues in the city #but we're more likely to offer steady work #so film guys who want cash will take the jobs at the high paying venues doing dailies and weeklies #and the ones who just want to keep busy will wind up here #i have two very good friends who work for the film union #one decided to take a vacation during the strike (good for her) and the other was let go from star trek and intends to go back to theatre #but knowing the attitude of the well established members and people who got used to film there are going to be Problems #so depending on how long the strike lasts this could actually have some serious ramifications for a lot of people outside of the wga #again i'm not trying to make any sort of point here just getting my thoughts in order in the wake of all these tumblr posts about the strik

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exoexid · 6 months

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a new album and new solo music, sm not giving a fuck about them, two members "leaving", some lawsuits, exceeded the annual wedding attending quota, their christmas music charting again..... just a typical year for exo :)

#another point to add would be how some people still can't get over chen being happy but let's not go there LMAO #the it's so over we're so back lifestyle is so serious for these men we should study them #guys now that sehun knows about the first snow challenge do you think they're going to do something about it? 😁💗#exo #exosnet #dara.t

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opens-up-4-nobody · 2 years

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#um so i just got some mildly life altering news #and bc i dont talk to ppl irl i come to yall to gossip bc i dont think id be allowed to talk to ppl here abt this anyway #so my boss got a job offer from another school and shes gonna take it starting in January #shes gonna take it bc the school we're at now fucking blows and does not treat her or anyone especially well #our fucking building is so fucked and its not Even that old #the autoclave is constantly broken and like thats vitally important for like 3 labs and the heating is fucked #if the lights go out stuff gets fucked up. the air is constantly not working #its all fucked and i dont blame her for leaving. i would too #but my plan was to be in a phd by next fall. so where does that leave me?#my options are to go with her to this school in a city that i profoundly dont wanna live in and roll thst into a phd with one of the #astrobiology ppl there. when they're stuff really isnt of interest to me #or i could stay here for the spring and talk to her over zoom and finish up our projects and then the money runs out at the start of summer #so ill probably do the latter bc i wanna get outta the fucking desert and i literally just renued a lease until april #but yeah. that kinda wild. now ive really gotta get serious abt finding a program bc the end has a hard deadline now #and i dont wanna end up living at home with my parents like my loser sister. no judgment on moving back in with parents #she was just real mean to us growing up so i passively resent her for it #anyway what a weird weekend. yesterday i was all... its not mania idk what to call it. i was being crazy and my brain was going too fast #and ive not been sleeping well so i woke up feeling real real bad #like the kinda tired where everything is kinda spinning and unreal #then i had to go talk to this guy in the lab abt coding stuff in the lab for like 2hrs and it was way over my head #and then i got this news. so now im laying on the floor #hhhh well maybe this is a good thing. maybe its the push i need to stop being so fucking depressed and actually focus #i only have to keep doing this shit until next summer. i can keep it together until then #unless these last projects destroy me like they have every other time ive done the same thing sigh...#ugh shut up! focus. find a school. find a program. get the fuck outta the desert #unrelated #also apparently im the 1st to know abt this info bc it literally just happened so yeah i dont think im allowed to talk abt it

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ozzgin · 6 months

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Yandere! Yakuza x Reader (III)

A whole lot of confusion as to whether Reader and her yakuza friend are actually dating. After much back and forth and a coworker being threatened, the awaited confession might finally take place.

Bonus part: Kazuya tells Reader about his and Daitou's past and how they ended up working for the yakuza.

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part 4] [Part 5]

TW: Obsessive behavior, violence

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The items are scanned and Kazuya finishes paying. He looks back, searching for Daitou, and finds him wandering among the narrow aisles of magazines and manga. They'd stopped by the konbini at the train station after their job.

"Here's your bentou." The blonde man extends a small box, eyeing his friend suspiciously. "Say, do you have an upset stomach or something? You're uglier than usual."

Daitou thanks him with a nod, but doesn't take the neatly packaged food. He's idly playing with the cover of a romance volume, bending and straightening its corner.

"Nah, nothing like that. Just, ya know, feels a bit like (Y/N)'s been avoiding me. She hurries straight home after work and barely waves hi. I thought we'd do more things together now that we're dating."

Kazuya nearly spits out the soda he opened while listening to Daitou's troubles. He snorts and quickly wipes his mouth.

"Wait, are you serious? You actually asked her out? And she said yes??"

Daitou thinks back to the time he gifted you your stalker's finger and teeth, the way you defended him, and the way you quietly walked home and almost held hands. That pretty much made it official, didn't it? So he confidently nods to his utterly baffled partner in crime.

"You little rascal, you! Who would've thought you had it in you?!" He cheerfully slaps Daitou's back and wraps his arm around his neck. The dark haired man blushes and scratches his cheek awkwardly. "You should've told me earlier!"

True. Between the two of them, Kazuya has always been extremely charismatic and popular with women. His perfectly combed blonde hair, his sparkling designer suits, his luxuriously elegant cologne. The handsome features and assertive smile. More than once he'd been approached by modeling agencies, and he likes to joke his lust for violence stopped him from living the glamorous life. In comparison, Daitou has the opposite effect on people. The room will empty if he steps inside. He's unnervingly tall, with bulging muscles, has multiple scars crossing his face, and his prosthetic eye always ends up twisted in the strangest position, causing him to look like he's only missing the straight jacket. Everyone is shocked upon hearing about their friendship.

So it makes sense that Kazuya would have the required experience to offer him decent advice when it comes to (Y/N).

"Listen here, if there's one thing you should know, it's that women like a guy that fights for them. You gotta show them you care. What can you offer that other guys can't?"

The tall man listens intently, with a concentrated frown as if taking mental notes. He's not entirely sure who he should fight in this ordeal, but he doesn't want to embarrass himself in front of Kazuya, so he nods vehemently to his words.

"That's the short preview. If you have any more questions, just come over later. I'm piss tired, so I'll go home and have the nap of a lifetime." He yawns deeply to showcase his exhaustion and slowly walks away, throwing his hand in a lazy wave.

The yakuza remains standing, still ruminating over the words of wisdom generously offered by the expert himself. Is he to randomly beat up people on the street as you watch? Won't Boss be angry if he attacks civilians? He gasps in realization. Perhaps this is what Kazuya meant. What kind of man is he if he can't even go against his Boss? So what if Boss won't like it? He has to prove himself to you.

With newfound determination, he clenches his fists and gazes out of the window.

That's when he notices you. You seem to be returning from work. Even more - and this causes his jaw to tighten in anger - some unknown man is walking next to you, cheerfully chitchatting and gesturing.

That settles it.

"You really didn't have to walk me home." You laugh clumsily to the man at your side.

A new coworker recently joined your company, and you've been asked to show him the ropes. You gradually discovered you had quite a lot in common, throughout your ample opportunities to gossip and talk leisurely. Your schedule isn't as packed nowadays, given you'll show up earlier and leave later.

Normally you'd prefer to be in your warm bed as soon as possible, but you've been feeling rather tense since the incident with Daitou. During his heated exchange with Kazuya, you've heard mentions of 'being liked by women' and 'having a crush on someone'. You thought it involved you and you nervously awaited further explanations from Daitou himself, but on the way back he was completely silent. You didn't have the courage to bring it up, so you assumed there must've been a misunderstanding somewhere along the way.

Which, after all, would make plenty of sense. What business would a yakuza have with you? He's already shown much more courtesy than it was required of him. Hoping he'd also confess his feelings on top of everything was downright ridiculous and you're embarrassed to admit you'd harbored such cheesy fantasies to begin with.

"Don't sweat it. You might not know", the coworker warns with lowered voice, "but this area is reeking of gangsters. I'm surprised you've been fine so far, but you should be more careful."

"O-oh...I see..." You glance at him and hold back a smirk. You doubt he could protect you from Daitou or Kazuya, but you appreciate his chivalry nonetheless.

There's an uncomfortable pause as you stand in your doorframe, having reached the intended destination. The man hasn't left yet, waiting expectantly. He lowers his head towards yours and you swiftly slam the door, muttering something about an emergency.

"Cute." He thinks to himself as he chuckles and steps away.

There's always a next time.

The coworker heads towards the train station in a relaxed strut. At the first intersection, however, he feels his clothes being pulled and he finds himself abruptly shoved in an empty room by an unknown assailant.

Daitou easily lifts him up by his collar and nonchalantly throws him in a chair. It seems to be a small storage unit, possibly belonging to one of the shops.

"What's your business with (Y/N)?" He barks.

"Huh? I should be the one asking-" The man pauses for a second, going over his conversations with you. "Could it be that you're the stalker she mentioned?"

Naturally, you had left out the part where your stalker was carefully packaged and dumped in a place unknown. To your coworker, he was very much still alive and a potential threat.

The yakuza is taken aback.

"I'm her boyfriend!" He retorts angrily.

"Bullshit. She doesn't have a boyfriend."

Another slap to the face. Daitou's cheeks are becoming increasingly red and he runs his fingers through his hair, attempting to calm down. Why, this son of a...

He marches to one of the metal shelves behind, grabbing his tool belt. Simultaneously, the door opens and Kazuya sheepishly peeks his head in. His blonde locks are ruffled and one can tell he's freshly woken up.

"Yo, I just realized I might've been too metaphorical with you back at the store so I've been texting you, but you didn't-...Wait, why is there a guy handcuffed to the chair?"

He crosses his arms, with a habitual scolding glare towards his friend.

"I just caught this cockroach flirting with (Y/N)! Went all the way to her place!" Daitou whines, his face full of indignation.

"Of course you know where she lives, you fucking stalker." The coworker exclaims bitterly.

"Watch your mouth buddy, he ain't no stalker!" Kazuya straightens his back and approaches the mysterious man. "If he's right, and you've been messing with his woman...We ain't letting that go. Today you learn why no one fucks with the yakuza."

The two men exchange a knowing look.

You drop yourself on the sofa and groan. Tomorrow will certainly be strange. Was the coworker trying to kiss you just now? You'll have to think of a polite way to turn him down next shift. Is it because you're not interested, or because you're still hoping to have a chance with Daitou? You slap your cheeks vigorously, trying to pull yourself out of such thoughts.

You suddenly notice the foreign wallet sticking out of your bag. Your coworker had dropped it earlier today while running for the train, and you offered to throw it in your bag to save time. Except you forgot to return it.

You check your phone. It hasn't been that long, so maybe you can still reach him if you hurry. Without much contemplation, you pluck the wallet and sprint out.

As you dash past the buildings, you have the idea of calling the man and asking him to wait instead. Why run like a madman? You stop and rest a hand against the wall, trying to catch your breath. Ugh, you've been so scattered today. This should've been the obvious choice, instead you sprang out. Silly.

From around the corner you can make out the familiar wails you've learned to ignore. Whoever the yakuza tortures is not your problem. You are about to scurry away, yet something about these whimpers feels odd. No...Could it be?

You tiptoe down the vacant alleyway and try to catch a glimpse inside through the small, dirty window. As a matter of fact, it is your beloved coworker. Kazuya is holding his arm against a table, with the fingers forcefully fanned out, and Daitou has a blade secured over the pinky finger.

You elbow yourself against the door in a theatrical entry.

"What the hell are you guys doing?! That's my coworker!" You yell.

Daitou freezes, and Kazuya instantly releases his grasp. They turn to you, shocked.

"Stay out of it, (Y/N), this is to be settled among men. This bastard insulted your boyfriend, we can't let it slide!" Kazuya regains his composure and defends his cause fervently, pointing to the man that's now sobbing and crying uncontrollably.

"Boyfriend?" You question, mouth agape.

The blonde man stares at you.

"You're...You're dating, aren't you?"

"Since when?" You demand, confused and upset.

Both you and Kazuya turn to Daitou for answers.

"I'm going to ask you one more time. Did you actually ask her out, Daitou? Did you say it out loud?" Kazuya's voice breaks in exasperation.

"W-well, I didn't...I didn't say it, but I thought..." the man's eyes dart between you and his friend. He gulps. "W-we almost held hands, didn't we?"

Overwhelmed with anger, the blonde stomps over to the shelves and kicks one to make his point, loudly bemoaning his friend's lack of social awareness. He can't believe he went along with his nonsense. Him, of all people! He should've anticipated it.

As the coworker weeps and Kazuya continues his foul monologue, you can't help the blush that's now burning across your face. You fidget anxiously next to the tattooed man.

"Y-you thought we were dating?"

"Sorry for not making it clear." Daitou is once again twiddling with his prosthetic eye, dejected. "Is it too late to ask you out now? Because I do like you a lot..."

"Since you put it so nicely...I can't really say no~" Your ears are bright red and you're twirling your hair. Is it truly happening? Are you dreaming? Everything feels snug and fuzzy and the butterflies are swarming your stomach.

You don't have time to enjoy your romantic encounter, as Kazuya is now behind you, clearing his throat.

"Alright, you lovebirds, what about this one here, then?"

You suddenly remember your coworker and an icy cold flashes through your body.

"Oh God, how will I explain this at work? I'll get fired!" You bite your nails in terror. You can already visualize the slip of unemployment. The long lines at the Job Center, you and the homeless. Panic begins to build up.

Until Daitou's large hands rest on your shoulders. He's unexpectedly warm.

"Don't worry about it, (Y/N). I'll have a word with Boss, and we can get you a job here. This way we can spend more time together", he suggests with childish enthusiasm.

You glance up at him, moved by his soothing words.

"I wouldn't want to bother you like that."

"Hey, it's my fault you ended up in this situation. You can leave everything to me." He reassures you proudly.

"That didn't answer my damn question." Kazuya points out, annoyed.

"Can't we just kill him or something? He did call me a stalker, and I'm still upset about that..."

Daitou stretches and sighs in boredom, pondering the options. Once he's decided on the outcome, he shoos you away lovingly. You don't need to see this part.

Bonus: Daitou's backstory

"Oh, right, how did it go with your tickets?"

Kazuya is walking beside you, hands in pockets. Every now and then he removes the cigarette from his mouth to tap away the piling ash.

"Well, I still have both kidneys, but I won't be swimming in cash for the next months at least." You respond, slouching your shoulders dramatically for the effect.

"Flying abroad is always expensive. Unless, I don't know, you book years in advance."

"Yeah. I should've looked earlier, but I wasn't sure about my work schedule. At least I get to see my family and friends for Christmas."

After a few more steps in silence, you glance up at the blonde man. He notices your curious stare and raises his eyebrows, as if encouraging you to speak up.

"What about you? Will you be going home for the holidays?"

He grins at your question and proudly places a hand on his chest.

"This is my home, actually! I was born and raised in this very neighborhood."

"Really? Was it not a yakuza quarter before?" Your eyes widen at his statement.

"It was." Kazuya blows some of his smoke in your direction and you cough lightly. "You know the soapland further down the street?"

You nod.

"Mom used to work there. One of the clients got her pregnant and she found out too late. She had a room upstairs, and I just kind of tagged along. The other girls looked after me, too."

You recall one instance when Kazuya received a phone call about some drunkard causing a ruckus at the brothel, and he shot up without a word, rushed out and returned with bloodied knuckles. At the time, you'd assumed he's a client himself and maybe got attached to one of the girls. Now it makes sense. You're a little embarrassed of your obvious prejudice. If he grew up there, it must be his way of showing gratitude to the workers who loved him despite the circumstances.

"Oh, what about Daitou, then? Is he from the area, too?"

The man frowns and purses his lips thoughtfully. After a moment, his features soften up again and he sighs.

"I suppose you're his girlfriend, after all. It's also not a secret per se..."

Your ears perk up at the strange reaction to your inquiry.

"I mean, it's just a bit of a grim topic. No one knows for sure. Boss found him on the streets years ago, when he was a wee kid."

He presses his thumb and index finger together, emphasizing the small size to you.

"I don't know all the details, just what the Seniors told me - I was a kid myself back then - but it was pretty bad. Had no shoes on, scratches and cuts all over. His left eye was swollen and terribly infected, that's how he lost it, actually. Boss felt sorry for him, so he took him in.

They did try to ask him for parents or relatives, but apparently he wouldn't speak at all. Took him like a year to finally open his mouth. Even now, if you ask him anything about his past, he just pretends he didn't hear you. So maybe don't bring it up to him."

You shake your head along, urging him to continue with more details. Kazuya seems to warm up to the memories and slows down, indulging in the recollection.

"Anyways, one day Boss' car is followed and he gets shot in the shoulder. Some snot-nosed trainees from the rival gang. They hadn't even gotten their pins yet, wanted to impress their older brothers I guess.

Daitou heard about it and went after them. One of our Seniors - he's a tough guy alright, been with the Family for decades - he told me he was sweating like mad when they found him. Daitou was just a teen at the time, but he butchered those guys up so bad they couldn't tell them apart anymore. Even bit a few bullets, and still kept going, like a crazed animal. The adults were freaking out. They didn't expect him to be this strong.

I suspect they were pretty afraid of him, you know? They were probably thinking, "if one day he has it out for us, we're done for!", so they told Boss they should kick him out. But at this point Daitou was like his own son, so he laughed and said, "What's the matter with ya, he does your dirty work and you wanna get rid of him?! If the boy wants to fight, let him!", and he arranged for Daitou to join the Family officially. I was recruited around the same time.

We didn't get along at first, I mean, they warned me to stay away because he's crazy and also Boss' favorite. He didn't hang out with anyone. He had his own jobs, the mercenary stuff no one else wanted to deal with.

You might not believe it, but back then I was an angry, stubborn asshole. It didn't sit well with me that this guy was out there, doing his own thing. I had a reputation myself, before I dropped out of high school I was pretty much undefeated. I thought I'd see it with my own eyes, this all-powerful jackass even the Seniors avoided."

You smile faintly, trying to imagine a young Kazuya without the expensive, flashy suit and polished appearance.

"So one evening I just walked up to him and told him to join me outside. Didn't even give him a speech, just rammed my fist into his face. This was my signature move, you know, I can't even count how many guys I knocked out with this punch. Straight into the jaw, sends your brain spinning. Whew, and this guy? He didn't even flinch! Just stood there and looked at me like I was dumb. I was pissed off at this point, you can imagine, it felt like he was mocking me. So I yelled we ain't done until one of us gives up.

He understood what I wanted and finally fought me earnestly. Hell, he even knocked some of my teeth out. This one here's an implant. Mad expensive. Anyhow, as much as it hurt my pride, I'd lost fair and square. So I got up, wiped the blood, and asked him to come grab a drink with me. My treat.

You should've seen his face, (Y/N). I think it was the first time I've witnessed him smile. 'Really? Can I? Are you sure?' He was like a stray dog after you've thrown him some leftovers. Kept that dumb grin the whole night. You could've given him a clown hat and people would've paid to see the circus.

That's when I realized this poor bastard probably just wanted a friend. The next day I went to pick him up again and he was beaming like a princess. Heh. Afterwards he started following me around and eventually Boss called me in. I thought I got into trouble or something, even brought a bunch of gauze pads in case I needed to slice off my finger. Turns out he'd heard of us becoming pals, and he asked me to maybe attend Daitou every now and then because he always leaves a mess and everyone's too scared to deal with him. We've been teamed together ever since."

You realize you've been standing in the same spot ever since Kazuya begun talking, completely entranced by his story. He chuckles upon seeing your expression and ruffles your hair.

"Man, I sure rambled a lot. Sorry about that. In any case, that was my piece about Daitou. I'm sure you already know this, but he's not a bad guy. Just has a twisted sense of loyalty. Once he finds someone to serve, he doesn't see anything else.

Hell, I'm his closest friend and I'm convinced he wouldn't hesitate to kill me if it was for Boss."

Upon further consideration, he smiles and winks at you.

"Or for you. Especially you."

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songbirdseung · 11 days

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pinky ring / sim jaeyun

synopsis: jake made you a promise to marry you when you two were toddlers. he would fake propose until he really did get down on one knee.

pairing: childhood besties jake x reader

wc: 1.1k

To your parents, it was all good fun. Seeing their child being proposed to by their childhood best friend at their favorite beach. Documentation was highly important to them, filming little you and little jake holding a candy ring pop in his hand, asking your hand in marriage. To them, it was adorable.

For young child you, you were petrified. At the time, your dad just gave a small talk on how to stay away from boys and you're definitely too young to get into a relationship. This happened when you called the actor on scene handsome when you were having a family movie night.

"We are too young Jake" pouting your lips, feeling bad for rejecting his proposal. Jake shrugs and hands you the ring pop anyway. "Fine, I'll just wait and get you a real ring".

That didn't last long because fast forward to the next year, he does it again. He has done it so much that for the next few following years, it had become an inside joke to everyone in your immediate family.

"You have rejected me for 4 years now" crossing his arms in a fit, Jake looks at you disappointed. "Maybe because we are only 12 years old?"

At this point, you aren't sure if he's doing this because he really wants to marry you or just to tease you and lead any guy interested in you far far away. Remembering all the instances where a boy would approach you during lunch and sit next to you and confess and say that they think you' re cute. There then comes Jake, wearing a smug smirk and says something along the lines of "I'm actually her future husband, please go away".

It makes you think about how you could never get away from Jake and his antics.

Even when you guys reached your teenage years, almost reaching adulthood, Jake never dropped the fake proposal joke. Like on your 19th birthday, at the restaurant he took you both to, he claims how he's your boyfriend and he's planning to propose soon, the waiter thought he was weird for saying that he wanted to propose soon with you sitting right there but nonetheless, he gave you both free desserts.

You thought at by the age of 14, he'd stop since you both are going through puberty, his feelings would change and he'd drop it due to his own pride and embarrassment, but no.

Now you both were 20, if you had to count how many fake proposals Jake has done over the years, it would reach 100.

"You can't say that we are too young, we're both legal adults and we basically known each other our whole lives." You turn over to him and flick his forehead, causing him wince in pain and shoo you away from him. "You're mean"

"You're the one that wants to marry me, so get used to it"

"Oh, so you're playing along now" He removes his hand from his head and pokes your side. "After years, you're finally warming up to the idea"

"Keep that up, I won't be anymore" Once you said that you realize how you didn't even deny it. Looking back at Jake who went back to playing video games, you take in his appearance and guide your eyes to follow the lines that make his side profile.

Jake was good looking, you knew that. He's always been the apple of your eye since you two were kids, then as you got to know him, his humor, personality, and behavior kind of sealed the deal for you.

"If you keep staring at me, I might disintegrate."

"Then, who is going to marry me?"

"We're still on that? I thought you didn't want to?"

"Make me your girlfriend and I'll rethink it" Now it was your turn to cause a ruckus in Jake's mind. He pauses the game and looks over to you, reading your expression wondering if you were serious or not.

That night, Jake stayed over. Unlike the other past sleepovers that you two had, this one was different because the way you cuddle into him now, it felt different. He was always yours and until now, just a different kind. He was now your boyfriend, not boy-friend.

With your dynamic and bond with Jake, it felt like sunshine and rainbows most of the times, being around each other all the time and knowing each other too well, you always found ways to fix things or any miscommunication that would come along.

Transitioning to relationship from friendship was surprisingly easy from the outside perspective but the thing with you and Jake was he was always a gentleman and treated you right and how you deserved to be treated, and of course vice versa.

When you told your mom the news, she did not show any surprised reaction, simply telling you how she saw it coming and was just waiting for this moment to happen, you dad shared a similar reaction, happy that it was Jake to be the one you were dating.

Fast forward to a whole year of dating Jake. People would say that you two were like a fairytale love, match made in heaven, meant for each other, all that. "Hey yn, maybe you should do that trend where you call Jake your husband"

"I'm pretty sure he's already seen that on tiktok, no?"

Still, even if he did, you were going to do it just to see his reaction. That same day, you two meet up after your last class ended. Waiting for you somewhere in the university's campus, you run up to him and give him a hug. "Someone missed me?"

In the car ride home, you guys both agreed to stop by your favorite restaurant and get some take out. Which was a perfect time to put your little prank in action. Just like everyone else, after placing your order, you ask Jake what he wants and tell the waiter. "Then my husband would like ___"

Once the waiter leaves, you finally take notice of Jake who is wide eyed, staring at you in awe. "There's no way you just called me that" To say he was a lovesick puppy after that was an understatement.

But now since you called him that, you have to keep calling him that. Because if you call him or introduce him as your boyfriend, he'll act surprised and startled. "Are you asking for a divorce?" "Do you not love me anymore?" "I thought I was your husband?" to name a few.

"I'm gonna have to propose now, for real this time"

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boyfhee · 19 days

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✶ JEALOUSY, JEALOUSY !

jealously looks good on them

pairing enhypen x reader / fem reader in hoon's genre fluff warnings kissing in jake's, ignore the typos pleek notes happy reading ^^ requested

HEESEUNG

you know he's the jealous type just three days after dating him. it's in a fun way— of course. despite being the jealous type he doesn't overdo it ( or at least tries not to. ) you're gushing about your favourite character from a show or a celebrity you like and he's sulking on the inside.

“byeon wooseok is hot but not hotter than me. right, darling?” he would ask the moment he catches you watching the edits of the actor on tiktok. with eyes fixed on you, his lips morph more and more into a pout when you take more than a few seconds to respond. “i can't believe this,”

you watch him sit on the far end of the couch, away from you, refusing to spare you a glance even though you know his attention is on you. “c’mon hee, are you jealous of an actor? he doesn't even know me,”

“well, good for me because with how pretty you are, he will definitely fall for you if he gets to know you,” he replies through a frown, eyeing you through his peripheral gaze, arms crossed. it only makes you laugh at how cute he can be sometimes.

“and i'm in love with you so it doesn't matter,” and he's back to normal, crawling to your side and wrapping his arms around you. you just have to remind him that every time jealousy gets the best of him, even though he already knows it; but he likes to hear you say it.

JONGSEONG

jay thought it would be cute to ask you out on a little convenience store date until your neighbour's son crashes it. well, not literally since he only happened to be there at the store. however, despite all, being the person he is, he doesn't think much of it.

that is until that guy decides to follow you around throughout the time you two shop. even when you two make it to the counter, he's next to you, talking to you and you're responding nicely, considering he's your neighbour.

“um, we're dating,” he says with an awkward smile when that guy asks if you're single. and jay has always been patient but he grabs the shopping bags and your hand, and walks out of the store with the speed of light.

“you can let go of my hand,” you laugh at the look of pure jealousy on his face. it's not really obvious, but you can see it. you've known him long enough to know how he is when he's jealous.

“nope,” he shakes his head, lacing his fingers with your own while you two are walking back to his place. “not until we're home,”

JAEYUN

he thinks he's being subtle about it but you don't miss the way he keeps scooting closer while you're texting a friend. he's not trying to peek, he's trying to get your attention.

“who even have you been texting for so long?” he asks after a few seconds, sitting lazily next to you on the bed with a faint pout residing on his lips.

“my friend. it's her birthday soon and she wants me to go shopping with her,” you don't even look up at him as you respond, smiling at your phone screen. he stares at you for a brief second before laying down with a slight whine.

“you're leaving me,” his words reach your ears and you turn your head towards him, brows furrowed. “i need to die,”

and the ‘j’ in jake stands for jealousy, it was never a secret. however, you didn't expect him to act like this right now. “jake, it's not that serious,”

“it’s four in the evening and not a single kiss today,” he sits up and says with a dramatic gasp— eyes wide open as if the situation is oh so scandalous. he sighs, putting a hand on his chest, shaking his head. “i'm afraid this is my last day. any last words?”

and you chuckle, putting your phone away before scooting closer to him and cupping his face, pressing his lips against his. “you're so dramatic,”

SUNGHOON

sunghoon was all up for an evening stroll around the campus after classes but definitely didn't appreciate the transfer student from your class ruin this little date.

subtle glares and his fingers intertwined with yours, and yet that guy couldn't catch a hint. sunghoon knows he's hitting on you, perhaps you do too but knowing how nice you are, you can't be rude when all that guy is doing is complimenting you. so, he'll do it for you— sunghoon is going to eat him up.

"i know, right? my girlfriend is the prettiest girl on earth. and guess what? she's smart as hell— i love my girl. oh you want her number? well, she's mine," all in one breath, followed by an awkward silence and sunghoon's prideful smile. "now, me and my girl have somewhere to be so if you'll excuse us,"

he doesn't even give a chance for your classmate to speak, walking away while bringing you along with him. as funny at it is, you know he wasn't taking any of it.

"was all that necessary?" you ask, fingers still laced with his as you two walked down towards an ice cream parlour.

"what's necessary is for us to get married," he says it in the most casual way, getting you your favourite ice cream flavour and handing it too you. "too many guys looking at you. i can't take the risk,"

SUNOO

"i thought you're no longer in touch with him," sunoo says quietly when you bid your goodbyes to your friend, holding your hand as you two walk back to your class together.

"yeah, but we're classmates so it was unavoidable," you respond with a smile, looking up at him. it only takes you a fraction of the second to notice the troubles expression on his face, behind the smile. "what's wrong?"

your boyfriend shakes his head, the smile getting wider but it's only an attempt to throw you off the topic. "nothing,"

"sunoo," you stand in his way, hands on your waist, looking at him with a cheeky grin. it's not often you catch sunoo with such an expression. "are you jealous?"

"i'm not!" he quickly defends himself, eyes going wide and cheeks heating up out of embarrassment. however he sighs, giving up the very next second. "well, maybe a little. he's your ex after all,"

"he was my friend before we started dating," and you couldn't help but chortle at his actions, nodding as you get back to holding his hand, this time a bit more firmly than earlier. "besides, i have you now,"

"right," he couldn't help but smile at your words and pulls you a bit closer to him, speaking with a triumphant grin. "you're too good for him anyway,"

JUNGWON

jungwon has been watching you for fifteen minutes now, laying on the bed, eyes squinted at you. "do you remember you have a boyfriend?"

"of course, i do. why would i forget that?" you furrow your brows at his question, looking up at him briefly before looking back at your boyfriend's pet dog.

"i don't know, seems like you did," he sighs, getting off the bed and sitting next to you on the floor, looking at his pet dog. "i called you over to spend time with you. not to watch you play with maeumi,"

and you laugh, caressing maeumi in your lap while looking at your boyfriend with a teasing grin. "i can't believe you're jealous of your own dog,"

"and what if i am?"

"it's a bit silly," you nod, the smile never leaving your face. "it's cute," his eyes follow your actions as you lean down to plant a soft kiss on maeumi's head and then lifting him up slightly. "but can you really ignore this cutie?"

and that was the end of his patience. jungwon gets up, picking maeumi before putting him away in the living room. "yeah, he's going up for adoption,"

"jungwon!"

RIKI

"he's so ugly," riki comments bitterly as you walk out of your class, eyeing one of the classmates you've been talking to while he was waiting for you in the hallways. "what a creature,"

"creature?" you repeat his words in disbelief, even though it's not really unusual for him to say that. "riki, that's my classmate. he was giving me yesterday's notes,"

"yeah, he's still ugly," he shakes his head, scoffing, grabbing one of your hands while sliding the other in the pocket of his pants.

you simply laugh at his words as you both get downstairs, a few students passing by you two, rushing towards the school exit. "you look stupid when you're jealous,"

"jealous? me?" he scoffs yet again, a prideful grin on his face as he stops in his tracks, looking at you. "you have quite an imagination,"

"what i have is a jealous boyfriend who sucks at lying,"

and who even is he kidding, because both of you know he's the more jealous one between the two of you. about the lying part. . .he's not too sure. "well, at least i look better than him, don't i?"

you nod, tip toeing slightly to kiss his cheeks, still holding his hands in the process. "the best,"

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harunayuuka2060 · 2 months

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Savanaclaw students: Wait— Is that Yuurin?

Yuurin: *running laps*

Savanaclaw student A: *shouts* HEY!!! YUURIN!!!

Savanaclaw student A: HOW MANY LAPS ARE YOU DOING?!!

Yuurin: *signals with her hand that she's doing 50 laps*

Savanaclaw student A: Oh. Okay. That's not bad.

Leona: *sips his coffee* She meant last 50 laps.

Savanaclaw students: Eh?

Ruggie: Yuurin woke up at 4AM.

Leona: Yeah. The lady already finished 100 laps.

Savanaclaw students: ...

Savanaclaw student B: HEY, YUURIN!!! TAKE SOME WATER BREAK!!!

Savanaclaw students: YUURIIIIIIN!!!

Leona: You don't feel sleepy at all after running like that?

Yuurin: No. Actually, I feel wide awake.

Leona: ...

Leona: You remind me of an Arctic tern.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I don't think that animal suits me.

Leona: It does. Here. I bought you a hairpin that looks like one.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: This will look good on your hair.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: You didn't need to send a photo to your parents, did you?

Yuurin: No.

Leona: That's good. *clips the hairpin on her*

Yuurin: ...Thank you, housewarden.

Leona: You're too formal. Just call me by my name.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Leona-senpai.

Leona: *ruffles her hair*

Yuurin: *her hair gets messy*

Leona: Shit— Let me fix that.

Other first-years: *staring at MC because of her bird hairpin*

Ace: *teasing smirk* That looks good on you, bro.

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: Thanks.

Ace: ...That's not what I—

Yuurin: *ignores him and focuses on class*

Professor Trein: Yuu, can you answer this question?

Yuurin: Yes, professor. *then proceeds to answer the question correctly*

Professor Trein: *smiles in satisfaction* You didn't forget any details. Great job, Yuu.

Yuurin: Thank you, Professor.

Ace: *mutters* Nerd.

Deuce: Dude, what?

Ace: What? He reminds me of Housewarden Riddle!

Yuurin: *looking at him*

Ace: ...

Professor Trein: Yuu? Is there something wrong?

Yuurin: Nothing, professor. *sits back down*

Akihiko — You look great with your hairpin, Yuurin. (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Yuurin — Thanks, Aki. How's your health?

Akihiko — It's great. I haven't been sick for a week now. (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)

Yuurin: *smiles*

Ace: *approaches her* Yo! *smirks* You were textin' your girlfriend?

Yuurin: *her face turned serious* No. It's my brother.

Ace: Eh? *stands next to her* You enjoy talking with your brother?

Yuurin: Yes. Is there a problem?

Ace: Whoa— You don't have to look at me like that.

Yuurin: ...

Ace: Anyway, who gave you that hairpin?

Yuurin: ...My housewarden.

Ace: ...

Ace: You're just new here and you're being bullied? *clicks his tongue*

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: No one's bullying me.

Ace: You must be naive then.

Ace: No decent guy would think that receiving a cute hairpin is a good thing.

Ace: What you're experiencing is lowkey bullying— Hey! Where are you going?!

Yuurin: *has already walked away from him*

Ace: Hey! I'm still talking to you! Hey!!!

Jack: What? ACE SAID THAT?

Yuurin: Hm.

Jack: ...

Jack: Well, does it make you want to take off the hairpin Leona-senpai has given you?

Yuurin: ...

Yuurin: I don't want to take it off, but at the same time, I don't want anyone to think that Leona-senpai is bullying me.

Jack: ...

Jack: Well, I can wear hairpins too.

Jack: So we're matching.

Yuurin: ...

Jack: ...

Yuurin: Won't that cause an even bigger misunderstanding?

Jack: ...

Jack: You think?

Yuurin: Yes.

Leona: That's not a problem. I'll start wearing hairpins too.

Yuurin: ...

Leona: Oi, Ruggie! Buy every freaking hairpins from Sam!

Ruggie: Sure. You want the cute ones?

Leona: Yeah. The cuter the better, that little shit. (referring to Ace)

Yuurin: ...

#twisted wonderland #twst yuurin #twst akihiko/akane #twst leona #twst jack #twst ruggie #twst ace #twst savanaclaw #twst trein #twst unveil

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personasintro · 5 months

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A part of Mutual Help series!

pairing: mh!jungkook x reader

warnings: explicit language, Kiko is mentioned (this deserves it's own warning)

genre: fluff

word count: 1.8k+

a/n: Merry Christmas! ♡

Mutual Help Series

“Oooh, what could be in here?” Taehyung muses, pursing his reddened lips that has gotten its own intense color thanks to the cold weather outside.

What was he doing outside when you've been at this place for around an hour? Flirting, of course.

“Knowing you, probably tons of condoms.” you answer, causing Taehyung to stop shaking the present he's just gotten from Jimin. It stops rattling under his grip as he shoots you a glare across the table.

Unfazed, you reach with your chopsticks for a piece of meat before you put it in your mouth. Next to you, Jungkook cackles under his breath and Jimin looks proud by your little comment.

“Well, miss I-don't-need-anyone, we all like to have our fun. Maybe you should try it.” Taehyung bites back. Though his tone sounds serious and deep with his thick accent, there's a glimmer of amusement in his eyes.

You know how far you can take it to joke with each of your friends. Taehyung's got a thick skin and there's only so little you could actually say to offend him. Not that you would ever want to. Taehyung loves jokes and fun, he loves teasing and most of the time he's the one who takes it too far but never to actually cause a damage to your friendship. Whatever he says, you know should not be taken to heart literally. Therefore, no matter what he says about your single life – you don't take it as an insult.

“Hooking up with a bunch of strangers? No thanks.”

He grins, “Maybe you should try it.”

“You offering?” you shoot right back, Jungkook choking on his soda as Jimin laughs out loud.

“You know what? Once you grow up a little, text me.”

You snort, “Stop acting as if I was a child.”

Taehyung shrugs, “No, but you're the baby of our group.”

Groaning, you frown. “Don't call me that.”

“Deny it all you want, Y/L/N but we all know the truth.”

“You guys scare almost every guy that looks at me. It beats the point of having fun.”

“Don't say shit like that, now! I'm all for you exploring and having fun.”

“Our point of fun is slightly different than hers, Tae.” Jimin comments, putting more meat to your plate as you thank him with a grateful smile. For the meat, of course. Although, he's not that off about the entire fun topic.

“We all know what kind of fun we're talking about.”

“Alright, let's move on, yeah?” Jungkook calls, shaking his head at Taehyung.

“Here we go, protective Jungkook.”

“Why do you always somehow bring up sex in every conversation?” Jungkook scolds him.

Taehyung gasps, feigning offense as he points his finger at you. “First of all, she started talking about condoms!”

Jimin laughs out loud while you shoot him a glare for being too loud. God, you hope the owners won't kick you out. Talking so publicly about sex is often frowned upon. No one who wants to enjoy their meal wants to hear someone talking about sex from the other table. Unless those people are… open like Taehyung. He's always been a bit shameless.

Jungkook glances at you upon Taehyung's finger that's directed toward you. You shrug innocently. “So what? You automatically got into it.”

“You know it doesn't take too much for me.”

“That's true.” Jimin nods along with Taehyung's response.

You laugh, “Just open the goddamn present, Tae.”

He cracks a grin and starts laughing before he rips the package open. Surprisingly, it's not condoms – you would seriously laugh your ass out if it were – but it's a box of popular male fragrances in smaller versions. You recognize all of them, silently praising Jimin for this year's present.

You all exchange presents for each other. There was an idea coming from Jimin, you think, last year to pick up a secret Santa for each year. But there's something special and thoughtful about buying everyone a gift. And it makes a slight burden to all your wallets, but nobody said the presents have to be expensive. Yet, they're always meaningful and nobody gives shitty presents here.

You meet every year before Christmas since all of you spend it with your families. You've decided to make your own and celebrate it together, even if it's beforehand. This year it has to be because you're flying back home sooner than usual.

They were kind enough to meet no matter what, said it wouldn't be the same if you weren't here.

After that is done, Jungkook is the one to take you home since Taehyung came to pick you up. There's fog everywhere with snow sitting down and not melting anytime soon. You love when there's snow around Christmas time.

On your way home, it's not that late by the time you arrive. Jungkook helps you with your presents upstairs and accepts a cup of tea you offer him with a stern look. You're quick to shed the layers of clothes and make yourself more comfortable. You bring Jungkook his tea and make a hot chocolate for yourself.

“What you got in there?” you ask, plopping next to him as the warmth and scent of home hugs you.

“A little something,” he says with a cheeky grin.

Spotting the same Christmas wrapping paper he has used for all his presents, you give him a knowing look. You're about to protest and scold the shit out of him when he shakes his head with another grin.

“Stop.”

“No, you stop!” you whine, “You already gave me your present.”

And it was great. Jungkook has given you two tickets to a water park that's located on Jeju Island. That alone tells you it wasn't quite cheap.

“It's not much, I swear.”

“But why? We all decided on one present.”

Grateful that he's so thoughtful, you're slightly annoyed that he broke the rule that perhaps never was so serious but it makes you feel bad.

“Just because.”

“That's not a valid reason.”

“Sounds very valid to me,” he sings out, teasing you a little further as you both giggle. “You'll understand it once you open it.” he finishes it with that, urging you to open it.

Hiding the heat in your cheeks, you playfully roll your eyes and start unboxing the little box he has managed to sneak in his jacket. Curiosity and excitement takes over you because Jungkook's presents are always something else. You rip the package and gasp as soon as you recognize the familiar box.

“Kook!”

“You told me you ran out the other day.”

“Did you–”

“Bought it when Jimin bought Taehyung's present? Yeah.” He answers, already knows what you were about to ask. But you're too stunned to scold him for interrupting you.

You open the box and pull out your favorite perfume. A few weeks ago, you don't even know how that conversation came up but you mentioned to him that your perfume is running out indeed. It wasn't anything intentional of course, more of a whine when you were about to spray a tiny amount as you were about to go out. You thought he was barely listening to you, urging you to rush out your ass outside. His exact words.

But he's always listening.

“I think I'm gonna be more careful what I'm about to say in front of you. You're gonna buy me everything I mentioned.” you chuckle, taking a good inhale of your favorite flowery and powdery scent. You mostly use it during warm seasons but it's a good one even in the winter.

It's your staple scent. Everyone knows it. It's special. You were using it back at home and it not only smells incredible, it also holds a certain emotional attachment you have with it.

“Don't worry about that, you're out of my budget.”

You kick the side of his thigh as you cross your legs under your butt, carefully placing the bottle on the table next to the ripped wrapping paper. “I wanted to buy it after Christmas.”

“You don't have to anymore.”

You give him a look, questioning his answer for everything as he simply justifies his thoughtfulness in the most basic manner. He always brushes it like it's nothing. But it's very special to you. He is.

In seconds, you wrap your arms around him and hug him tightly. He lets out a surprised gasp, a low chuckle escaping his lips as he hugs you back. He's warm, smells like a mixture of his wooden cologne and winter air.

“Thank you.” you mumble into his shoulder before you slowly pull away. “But seriously, you should stop spending so much money on me. Don't you have a girlfriend to spend money on?”

As far as you know, she's fine with it but who knows. Jungkook isn't the type to let anyone get into your or guys' friendships. But he's also in love and people in love tend to be slightly blind, if you must say so. Not that you speak from your own experiences but well, it's quite known. And Jungkook is definitely in love.

“Don't worry about Kiko,” he assures you, “She'll get a good amount of presents too.”

“Well, I hope she loves you for you and not for your bank account.”

He scowls, causing you to give him a childish toothy grin that acts innocent. “She's not like that.”

“But I'm serious, you should stop spending so much money on people. Especially on me.”

“I spend my money however I want and you know what?” he asks with a grin, leaning closer to you as you watch him with wide eyes. “It's none of your business.” he flicks your nose with his thumb causing you to cuss him out as you push his forehead to get him away from your proximity.

“So really, just accept it.”

“You're stubborn.”

“You're telling me?” he laughs out loud as if you just told him the biggest joke.

Rolling your eyes again, you purse your lips. “I wanted to be nice, you moron.”

“Be nice by just accepting it. And the simple thanks is just enough, not needed though. The hug was very nice.”

You slap his arm in a teasing manner which causes him to laugh even more. “I'll hug you for the rest of my life.”

“Promise?” he smirks.

“I promise.” you giggle, nodding.

“Well, then Merry Christmas.”

“Merry Christmas, Kook.” you smile, the warmth spreading all over your heart. Even though this year hasn't been all rainbow and sunshine, it's alright as long as you have these people right beside you.

Who cares about presents? They're nice and show the thoughtfulness behind them by each of your friends. What you need the most is just them. And the special relationship you have with each of them will hopefully last your lifetime. Because if it doesn't, nothing will ever be the same.

Without them you would feel lost. At the moment, you're anything but lost. You have your second family, hoping this tradition between you never dies and will continue years and years.

#bts fluff #bts angst #bts au #bts smut #mutual help #jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #personasintro

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luveline · 6 months

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your bombshell!reader x spencer is feeding me so well, i'm obsessed!! SJSJS since we've seen reader jealous, is it possible to have a fic where it's spencer that's jealous?

thank u!! fem!reader

Your outfit today is simple. Pencil skirt, dark stockings, hair pristine. The thing that catches Spencer's attention, holds it between two squeezing palms, is the shirt and blazer ensemble you've styled. It's cut to fit, sleek and dark and hard to look away from.

You brush past the back of Hotch's chair with a sigh, clearly unaware of the attention you're garnering from across the way. “What's wrong with him?” you ask.

“The same thing as usual,” Hotch says.

“It's not like we've ever instantly solved a case. Gideon knows this takes time.”

Elle pokes her tongue into her cheek, eyes flared wide. She says a lot without saying anything, flicking through the police files in front of her dispassionately.

“How come you stayed?”

It takes Spencer a moment to realise you're talking to him. “What?”

“You didn't go with Gideon?” You hold your chin in your hand. “Not getting along anymore?”

Spencer isn't not getting along with his mentor. He would've accompanied Gideon to meet with a past mass murderer, only you're here, and so he'd found unrelated reasons to stay.

“We're fine,” Spencer says, not wanting to say more and give himself away.

“Well, he took Morgan.” You pout, your voice dripping to a wistful whine. “What am I gonna do now without him? None of you guys ever wanna play with me.”

Hotch smiles to himself. Spencer's stomach ties itself in knots, a tight noose that grows tighter still when you notice his expression and lean in toward your superior. “What's that smile for, Hotchner?��

“Don't you have emails to look through?”

You hold your cheek in your hand lightly, fingertips digging into the soft of your cheek. Your smile is like a kick to the chest, achingly sweet on such a pretty face. “No…” Your pinky digs into the corner of your mouth. “I don't remember that being on my agenda today.”

“Consider it an addition.”

Is Hotch flirting back? Spencer isn't sure why that strikes him so hard. Maybe because Hotch would actually have a chance with you if he wanted it; your flirting with Hotch is more real than if it were with Spencer, because Spencer is a twenty-something know-it-all who still dresses like his mom buys his clothes.

“It's a lot of emails, boss,” you say.

“You have time. Start with the ones sent by Hughes and work your way down.” Hotch slides the login information across the desk into your reach.

You look at it unhappily. Look up at him.

Just being looked at by you is a full body experience. Whenever you look at him, he begs himself to play it cool as Hotch is now, to treat it as the affectionate playfulness of a friend rather than serious flirting. He'd have a better chance of being taken seriously by you if he didn't blush whenever you so much as breathed in the same room.

He wishes he could respond calmly like Hotch. (He wishes you'd flirt with him and him alone. He buries that deep.)

Envy eats at his hands. Pins and needles he tries to shake away. His movements draw your attention, and your smile worsens, which is to say sweetens, like seeing him again is a treat for the eyes.

“You'll help me, won't you, baby?” you ask.

He goes a little blind.

Hotch and Elle watch the encounter with similar parts pity and amusement.

“You can read through them so quickly, I could really use your…” —you drag your fingertips down your face until your nails are at your jaw— “expertise.”

“Reid has his own tasks–”

“I can help,” Spencer interrupts.

You drop your hand from your face altogether. “Thank you. Have I mentioned how much I missed you while I was away?”

“Only five times,” Elle says under her breath.

“They try so very hard to keep us apart. It's not fair.”

Because unlike Reid, you don't have multiple degrees. You're still learning, and you can't be here permanently, but your talent, your knack for profiling, is unignorable. You're guaranteed a place on the team as soon as you can prove yourself to Strauss. Without a Gideon to vouch for you, that could take a while, and yet you're never jealous of Spencer skipping a few hurdles to get here.

If anything, you admire him. “They don't understand our bond, that's all. And together we're hard to beat. Isn't that right, Spence?”

Perhaps Spencer shouldn't be jealous. You don't call Hotch by anything so saccharine, after all.

#spencer reid #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fluff #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid oneshot #spencer reid scenario #spencer reid drabble #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfiction #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #criminal minds fic #criminal minds x reader

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norrisleclercf1 · 1 year

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Mini Sainz

Pairing: Dad!Carlos Sainz x Reader x Son Santi

Rating: PG

Warnings: Pregnancy, pregnant reader, reader feels big because she’s so pregnant, dad carlos is adorable, fluff

Words: 2.7K

A/N: if anyone knows why I named their son, great minds think alike

"I'm a whale." You moan, annoyed, tired, just exhausted all around.

"You're not a whale. You're pregnant." Lando snickers as he walks past you, making sure you are as comfortable as someone who could be 9 months pregnant.

"Lando, I'm serious. I can't even see my own feet or anything." You whine, stabbing your fingers into your side to stop the sharp pain you feel, disappearing when you put pressure on it.

"Maybe, you shouldn't come to the Grand Prix." He ponders but stops seeing your harsh glare.

"It's his home race. Besides, I want to be around him." You huff, fixing the fan next to you.

9 months pregnant, and in Spain, it was not a good mix. It wasn't hot, just fantastic, but to you, it felt horrible. Never would you be pregnant in the spring or summer again. This was the last time.

"Yes. I know Y/n. You'll see him soon." Lando comforts you, pushing the fan closer as he watches some sign of improvement.

"Uncle Lando?" A small voice pulls Lando's attention from his best friend to his godson.

"Santiago? You should be taking your nap." Lando moves to the 5-year-old and picks him up with ease.

"Mama in pain?" He asks, resting his head in the croak of his uncle's neck, worried about his Mama.

"A little bit, buddy. But, it'll be okay when we see your Papa." The smile that covers the boy's face melts Lando making him even consider for a second having kids.

"Mama doesn't like being away from Papa. Should we call?" Lando snorts, knowing damn well that you didn't like your husband away from you this far in your pregnancy.

"No, we're about to leave anyways. Let's get you dressed, okay?" He asks the little boy nodding as Lando takes him to get dressed.

Lando returns with your first child, and you snort, seeing bright orange.

"Carlos is going to kill you." You giggle, seeing Santiago wearing a Mclaren shirt.

"Ehh, he owes me anyways. I'm taking care of a toddler and a very pissed-off pregnant you. I get the kid wearing my shirt." Lando shrugs. If you weren't so tired, you'd smack Lando into the next century.

"Help me up, you dick." You whisper, knowing Santiago is in his repeat everything he hears phase.

With ease, Lando moves beside you and helps you up, resting a hand on your back and stomach. Feeling a little thump against his hand, Lando smiles; the kid was going to be a trip.

"Alright, Sainz's, let's go!" Santiago squeals and runs to you but stops short, knowing you can't pick him up.

"Uncle Lando! Up!" Santiago declares, making the Mclaren driver smile, and you roll your eyes.

Arriving at the paddock, you wince, feeling that sharp pain again, but take a deep breath, and it goes away again. You knew you should be worried about those pains, but the baby wasn't due till the end of the month, so you still had a couple weeks before they were expected.

"Why does my family look like yours?" Santiago squeals and wiggles out of Lando's arms and rushes his father.

"Papa!" He screams, Carlos scooping him up before the little one can fall.

People liked to call Lando the second husband because he was always helping you. But he was your childhood friend, Carlos's best friend, and the godfather to your son. He was family.

"Ooh. Easy big guy." Carlos coddles, kissing his son's cheek before immediately handing him off to Lando and at your side.

"Corazón? Are you okay?" Carlos asks, seeing the discomfort on your face. But the moment he touches you, it fades away as you lean into your husband's body.

"Now I am." Carlos moves to support you on your side and walks you down to the Ferrari hospitality building.

"Why is my angel wearing a Mclaren shirt?" You snort loudly, seeing Lando chase the little boy, both matching.

"Lando dressed him. Besides, give him this one. He's staying in Spain to help us when the baby arrives." You touch Carlos's cheek, who just nods but already planning on how to switch the shirts later.

Getting to the building, you notice Santi isn't next to Lando and feel that panic, but it slams shut when you see a familiar brunette holding your son.

"No, Uncle Charles! Uncle Lando said we'd match today." Your son's cheeks puffed out; in that way, he pouts.

"You're a son of a Ferrari driver. You don't want to hurt your Papa's feelings, right?" He asks, which gets a slap on the back of his head from Lando.

"Don't manipulate the boy, you douche." While Charles lets out a string of curses, you watch the exchange, Carlos, paying no mind to keep an eye on you.

"Yeah, douche." The laughs stop as you all face a red-faced Santiago, who looks ready to cry.

"Santiago Sainz Vazquez de Castro." Wincing at Carlos's harsh tone, your son's eyes grow wide and watery.

"Apologize to Uncle Charles right now! You don't use that type of language. Do you understand me?" Santiago's bottom lip starts to wobble, and your heart breaks for your baby. Santi looked up to his father so much and rarely got in trouble with him. So when he did, this would make Santi cry.

"I'm sorry," Santi whispers, hugging Charles, who chuckles and pats the boy's back.

"It's okay, Santi. I know you didn't mean it." Charles kisses his head and sits down, dragging Lando away so Carlos can talk to his son.

Crouching down, you watch as Carlos turns Santi to look at him. They're twins, if anyone wanted to contest the father of your child, put Carlos and his side by side, and you've got a mini-adult Carlos before you.

"Santiago, why are you in trouble?" Carlos asks as Santi sniffles, wiping away his tears with his little hands.

"Because I said a bad thing to Uncle Charles." You try not to cry too. Fucking hormones. Santi rarely cried, so seeing his little face, red and tear-stained, you wanted to hold him close.

"And what do we not do?" Carlos sighs, holding Santi's tiny hands in his own.

"Say bad things that can hurt people." He mumbles, looking his father in the eyes. Carlos's tough father act breaks automatically seeing his little boy's face.

"Come here." Carlos pulls Santi into a hug and stands up, rubbing his back as Santi wraps his arms and legs around his father as best as he can.

"Let's get some cold air for your Mama, yeah?" Carlos asks, following you into the cold air.

"This is heaven." You moan, reaching a private area and sitting down as slowly as possible.

"Can we get a fan?" Carlos asks one of the workers, who eyes you and nods, going down to hunt a fan for you.

"Mama," Santiago whines, climbs onto the couch and puts his head on your stomach.

"Yeah, baby?" Fingers pushing back those gorgeous Sainz's locks, so happy he got Carlos's eyes and hair.

"Is baby being bad?" He asks, touching your stomach while Carlos sets up the fan to blow right on you.

"No. I'm just.....big." You groan, trying to stop the flash of pain on your face, but Carlos sees it anyways.

"You're not big. Stand up." Carlos helps you stand and moves to stand behind you.

Wrapping his arms below your belly, he starts to lift, and you practically melt right then and there as the weight is lifted off.

"If I could marry you again, I would." You moan, making Carlos smile, loving the pleasure that covers your face.

"Do me a favor?" You ask, Carlos nodding as he would do anything you'd ask.

"Of course, Y/n. What is it? Is it the baby? Is it time?" Mind running faster than he can keep up, but you cover his hands under your belly, soothing him instantly.

"Take Santiago with you." Carlos lets your stomach down slowly before facing you, confused as hell.

"Carlos, I can't give him the attention he needs right now. When the baby comes, we won't be able to pay much attention in the beginning. Besides, he idolizes you, Carlos. Take him to the garage, and let him sit on the pit wall. Let him run wild. Give him the best day of his life." You plead to look at your son, who watches the TV and squeals, seeing Uncle Charles beside his car.

"Santi? Want to spend the day with me?" Carlos asks; without an answer, Santiago takes off but stops and runs back. Getting on his tiptoes, he kisses your stomach and whines holding his arms up. Carlos lifts him up, and Santi kisses you before kicking his feet and taking off.

"Bye, Mama! Bye, baby! Be good!" He yells and takes off, Carlos cussing and rushing after his son.

Carlos catches up and swoops the boy up, making him squeal in delight as passersby smile at the father and son.

"Where to first, mi vida?" Carlos asks, tickling the boy, who laughs more.

"There!" Seeing the bright green that catches his eye, knowing who he wants to see.

"Want to go there?" He settles Santi in his arms and walks into the Aston Martin garage.

"Abeulo Fernando!" All the mechanics turn their heads, some laugh seeing who screamed that, as Fernando groans, hating being called that by the mini Sainz.

"Are you ever going to tell your son to stop calling me that?" Fernando asks, accepting Santi into his arms, who lays his head on his shoulder.

"No, because we all know it pisses you off." Carlos chuckles and watches how relaxed his son is.

"Where's Y/n? Has she had the baby already?" Before Carlos can answer, Santi does for his father.

"The baby is being mean to Mama. Mama said she's a whale. Uncle Lando said she wasn't but has a tummy like a whale Abeulo Fernando. Why is that?" The boy leaves the two Spaniards sputtering as he rattles off what he had heard this morning.

"Well...your little sibling is growing. Your Mama had the same tummy when you were there. But she doesn't have a whale tummy." Fernando laughs at Carlos's disbelief.

"Don't ever say she has a whale tummy. Okay, Santi?" Carlos presses, knowing the absolute mess the hormones would make you if your angel called you a whale.

"Abeulo Fernando? Are you going to win today? That'd be awesome if you did!" Lance laughs, walks past them, and claps Carlos's shoulder.

"Wearing a Mclaren shirt and wants Fernando to win. Are we sure that he's yours?" Lance laughs, making Carlos rolls his eyes and take Santi back.

"Okay, yeah, we're leaving." Carlos groans as Fernando and Lance make fun of him on the way out.

"Papa, you'd win anyways. It'd be cool for Abeulo Fernando to get the smaller win." Santi explains, Carlos promising he wouldn't cry hearing those words.

"Thank you, mi vida. Want to see Uncle Lando or Uncle Pierre?" He asks and sees his baby's eyes brighten.

"Uncle Pierre." Shocked at his choice, having thought by his reaction he'd pick Lando.

Walking closer to the paddock, Santi wiggles wanting to let down. "Okay, but hold my hand, mi vida." He urges, but Santi shakes his head no.

"I'm a big boy." He whines, and Carlos thinks this over and sighs, putting his hand on his back and leading him to Alpine.

"Well...look who is here." Pierre laughs and goes to pick up Santi like always, but the young boy steps away, confusing the French men.

"Uncle Pierre......is Kika here?" The young boy asks, face red and looking away.

"Umm.....yeah, she's over there." He points out the model watching the mechanics work on the car.

Santi takes off and tugs on Kika's pant leg, getting her attention as she melts, seeing Santi's smiling face, and picks him up.

"He picked you over Lando. If he was here, I thought he'd want to play with you and Charles. Guess...I was completely off." Carlos explains as Pierre laughs.

"Little man is growing up. Wanted to talk to Kika more than me. Actually....proud of him." Carlos glared, hating that his son already has a crush at age 5.

"Don't encourage this. Y/n will kill you." He watches Santi laugh as Kika walks around the garage and onto the pit wall so Santi can see the track.

"How is she? Charles and Lando said she looks.....ready." Pierre chooses his word carefully as Carlos is one to be very protective when it comes to you being pregnant.

"She should've stayed home, but everyone is here, so she's at the hospitality and can be somewhat comfortable," Carlos explains but stops the conversation when Santi comes running up with a smiling Kika behind him.

"Papa! Papa! Can we? Can we?" He asks as Kika pats his head and explains how she said that Pierre and her could take Santi for a couple nights when the baby arrives.

"Mi Vida, I thought you wanted to stay with Uncle Lando? It'll hurt his feelings if you change your mind." Santi ponders on it and looks at Kika.

"But...Papa.....I'm always with Uncle Lando." He whines, and Kika giggles while Pierre rolls his eyes.

"Okay, let me talk to Mama about it, and if. And I mean if she's okay with it. Uncle Pierre and Kika stay at the house with you and Uncle Lando?" He asks

Santi squeals and hugs his Papa, Kika's legs, then hugs Pierre, who smiles.

"Am I going to have to be worried about a 5-year-old stealing you now?" He asks Kika, who rolls her eyes and slaps his chest.

"Stop, he's adorable, besides it's hard to say no to those big brown eyes." Kika shrugs as Santi talks with a mechanic. Carlos checks his watch and curses, seeing he's got to get ready for the 3rd practice, and walks up to Santi, picking him up.

"Come on, Santi, we've got to go. Say, thank you to everyone." Santi yells his thanks as Carlos walks to the Ferrari garage.

Santi watched the world around him; Carlos knew his nap time was getting close, so he tried to keep the little guy awake until they reached the garage. Walking in, everyone cheers, seeing their youngest member, who just waves and buries himself into his Papa's chest.

"Alright, Mi Vida, I have to get ready now. But, I'm gonna give you to Uncle Charles. Think you can stay awake until I come back?" He asks, hoping he doesn't fall asleep.

"Yes, m big boy Papa." He whines from the movement of his Uncle Charles grabbing him.

"Try to keep him awake. If he falls asleep on you, you won't be able to escape." Carlos rushes and heads to get ready as Charles and Santi stare at each other.

"Wanna sit in my car?" He asks, seeing new energy come to the boy as he nods. Charles smiles and gently places the boy in the number 16 Ferrari as he crouches down, explaining everything.

Carlos returns and stops watching his boy be so happy to be here.

"Uncle Charles.....are Mama and Papa going to be busy with the new baby?" Carlos moves out of sight to hear what they're talking about.

"Yes, but that's why Uncle Lando, Uncle Pierre, Kika, and maybe I will be here in Spain to be with you," Charles explains, knowing Santi was brilliant and telling the truth was better for him.

"Is Papa going to be doing this with the baby too?" Santi asks, lowering his head.

"What do you mean?" Charles asks, confused about what the toddler is thinking.

"Papa and I do the races, but with the new baby.....they'll take my place," Santi whispers, and Carlos swears his heart stops as Charles takes a deep breath, unsure how to answer.

"Santi...you're me...you're Mi Vida. I promise to keep doing this with you when the new baby comes. No one..will take that away from us." Carlos promises as Santi stares at his Papa and nods his head.

"Papa?" Santi asks, making Carlos hum as he pats Charles back, who stands up next to his teammate.

"Can I take a nap now?" Carlos laughs and leans over, picking up his son.

"Yeah, Santi. You can nap now." Santi nods and lays his head on his father's shoulder before his cheeks puff out, and he falls asleep.

"He's asleep on you, man," Charles whispers, but Carlos waves him off.

"Let me enjoy this, man. He's growing up. Oh, did I tell you that he's got a crush on Kika?" Carlos asks as Charles busts out laughing. The two Ferrari drivers talking as Carlos holds his little baby close, soaking in this moment.

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Since we're feeling subby guys tonight: catching best friend!Eddie adjusting himself when he sees you in a cute dress and taking care of him like the good boy he is xoxoxoxo @munson-blurbs

bug I hope this is everything you wanted it to be 🤗

You’re brushing out the wrinkles in your dress with your hands, frowning slightly in the mirror. You don’t think you look bad, but you’re just not sure if it’s the right outfit. Huffing, you swing the bathroom door open, stomping into your best friend’s room to get his opinion. His bare back is to you, and you swallow, getting ahold of yourself before speaking.

“Eddie, what do you think of this dress? I’m just not sure if I love it and I might go back to the other outfit with the skirt-” you ramble, Eddie turning around from where he’s rummaging through his closet.

He stops in his tracks, eyes widening for half of a second as he takes in all of you. His mouth is slightly agape as he stands there, a shirt hanging loosely from his one hand.

“Hello?” you snap your fingers, far too frustrated with the task of selecting an outfit to have patience for his antics. “If you don’t like it you can just tell me, you’re never afraid to be honest any other time,” you rest a hand on your hip now, waiting for him to say anything.

He realizes then that he’s been standing there like an idiot, straightening immediately. “What? No! Sorry, I- uh- you look great,” he says, his voice going higher pitched at the end, and he mentally smacks himself for it.

“Right. That was convincing,” you say sarcastically.

“No nooooo no no, I’m serious,” he says, regaining a bit of composure now. “You look… really good in that.”

You eye him quizzically, looking back down at your body and holding out the fabric at the hem of the dress, deciding. You look back up at him, just barely catching the way he adjusts the awkward bulge that’s formed in his sweatpants.

Your eyes go wide, arms crossing over your chest as you try to fight off a smug little grin.

“W-what?” Eddie asks, scratching the back of his neck, trying desperately to keep his cool. He didn’t think you’d catch him, figured he could rush into the bathroom to change before you clocked his totally obvious boner.

“Are you fucking hard right now?” you ask, your tongue pressing to the inside of your cheek as you chuckle.

“No,” Eddie denies, holding his shirt in front of his crotch. Way to make it discreet, loser.

“You think you can handle it if I wear this dress tonight? Think you can keep your composure?” you tease, throwing caution to the wind in terms of this being your best friend that you’re talking to. It’s about damn time you had an excuse to flirt with him.

“I- I… um,” Eddie’s stammering now, his cheeks growing nearly red with embarrassment.

You walk closer to him, taking the shirt gently from his grip. His dick is straining within the fabric of his pants, and you open your mouth in a gasp when you see it.

“All this just for me?” you purr, pressing a hand to his stomach and trailing down slowly. He swallows, hard.

“Y-you’re so fucking beautiful,” he forces out, blush still evident on his cheeks and now his neck.

“Why don’t you take your pants off for me, pretty boy,” you say, voice dropping an octave as you look up at him.

“What?” Eddie asks, nerves clearly heightened as his hands fidget.

“Did I stutter?” you ask, pouting at him. “Take. These. Off.”

Your hand comes down to pull at the waistband, letting it snap back against his skin. He hisses, his shaky hands coming down to slide his pants down his legs.

“Boxers too,” you add, watching his every movement.

And so the boxers come down too, Eddie’s hands tentatively tugging the fabric down. He’s breathing heavily as his cock springs free, fully exposed to you now. He feels vulnerable, having not expected his best friend to see his dick today. The way your eyes widen when you see it, though, is definitely a confidence boost.

“Can I touch you?” you ask, and he nods emphatically.

Delicate hands come down to his crotch, one of them wrapping around the base of him and the other swiping the pre-cum from his pink, swollen head. He takes a sharp breath in, a strangled whine coming from his throat when you squeeze his shaft.

“Let me take care of you, yeah?” you say, batting your lashes up at him.

“W-we’re gonna be so late to Robin’s party,” he rasps, running a hand through his wild curls.

“She’ll understand,” you murmur, smirking when you cup his balls and he groans. You drop down to your knees and Eddie swears he’s about to ascend to a different universe. His cock stares you right in the face, your fingers squeezing the tip and letting more of that pearly liquid leak out.

“You’re really okay with this?” Eddie asks, tilting your chin up gently so you’re looking at him.

“Eds, I’ve been dying to get my hands on you,” you admit, and he feels like his heart is going to beat out of his chest. “Now hush and let me take care of you,” you say, pressing a gentle kiss to his tip.

He curses under his breath when your lips wrap around his cock, one of your hands still gripping the base of him. You let your tongue swirl around him, catching the saltiness of his pre-cum. The sounds he’s making are sinful, pitiful, and relentless, grunts and whines and whimpers tumbling out of him from even the tiniest action on your part. Your knees dig into the carpet, mouth taking as much of him as it can, and your hand pumping the rest of him.

You squeeze his balls, rolling the flesh between your fingers, his hips jolting forward into your mouth.

“Sorry - shit, sorry,” he pants, “-that just feels so fucking good, gonna cum if you keep that up,” he says, his voice strained with all of the effort it’s taking him to not fall apart completely.

You look up at him through your lashes, your tongue licking a long stripe up the underside of his shaft, the tip of your nose brushing it. Your hand squeezes his balls once more, making him twitch and curse. He stares down at you, focused on the way the top of your dress pushes your tits together, thinks about how your chest would look decorated with his cum. Your head bobs on his cock quickly, tongue teasing his slit when it can.

“Fuck, baby, baby,” he moans, fingers tangling in your hair. “I’m gonna fucking cum, please let me cum on your chest baby please,” he begs, the sound of it music to your ears.

“So good when you beg for me,” you say, pulling your mouth away and letting your hand pump him to his release.

A few harsh strokes and his cock is twitching, ropes of sticky cum hitting your neck, your chest, even your chin. Eddie’s breathing is staggered, his chest heaving as you work every last drop out of him. The sight of you covered in his cum is just as glorious as he thought it would be, and he’s sure it could make him hard all over again if he stares for too long.

“Better now?” you ask, rising to your feet.

“Fuck yes,” he says, voice breathy. “You’re fucking unreal.”

“If you’re good, maybe we can sneak off into the bathroom later and have round two,” you say softly, letting his arms pull you close to him.

“In that case, I’ll be so fucking good. Whatever you need is yours, baby,” he replies, heavy-lidded eyes still filled with desire.

“Oh, and I got all the confirmation I needed from you. I’m definitely wearing the dress tonight,” you say, winking at him as you walk back into the bathroom to clean yourself off. “Now get dressed, we have to go.”

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