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˚₊ 𖤓☽˚At the garden, general ? ˚₊ 𖤓☽˚.

pairing : general! max verstappen x fem reader x betrothed duke! lando norris

part : this is the first fic of the regency series

tw : set in regency era, discrimination against women, max has troubles with his dad, angst, talks about infidelity

a/n : AHHH THE SERIES FINALLY BEGINNNN, please do comment and give feedback, it’s the first time I am starting such a big project so it’s great to see feedbacks!

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The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting golden rays across the blue dusty eyes of General Verstappen, his troops in tow, riding along the unpaved path that wound through the estate of Verstappen Hall. Dust stirred beneath the hooves of their horses, a lingering testament to the journey they had undertaken from the distant battlefields of the north. As they approached the grand gates of his family’s estate, a swell of emotion surged within him, battling the exhaustion that clung to his bones.

“Home at last,” he murmured, his voice thick with the weight of longing. He felt the familiar pull of nostalgia as memories of his childhood flooded back—sunlight filtering through the ancient oaks, laughter ringing out during summer picnics when his sister would cry seeing the broken flowers and the scent of blooming roses wafting from the gardens which he once tried sneaking for his childhood love.

As they rode through the arched gates, Max’s heart raced with anticipation. He could see the sprawling façade of Verstappen Hall in the distance. The estate was a symbol of their family’s legacy, one that had served the monarchy for generations. His grandfather was a first lineage general, breaking the tradition of goldsmiths of the Verstappen lineage. Jos Verstappen, Max’s father followed his own father’s footsteps, currently serving as the military advisor to the King while his own son, Max Verstappen served as young and budding general, retuning after a successful campaign in the north.

As they dismounted, the stable hands rushed forward, eager to tend to the horses. Max took a moment to collect himself, smoothing the creases in his coat before stepping toward the grand entrance. The sound of his boots echoing against the marble floor felt foreign yet comforting.

The door swung open, and a rush of warmth enveloped him. There, standing in the entryway, was his mother, Lady Verstappen. Her eyes, a striking shade of blue that mirrored his own, widened in disbelief. She rushed forward, her arms outstretched, and Max felt the weight of the world lift as he embraced her.

“Max! My champion!” she exclaimed, her voice trembling with joy. “You are home! Oh, how I have prayed for your safe return!”

“Mother,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “It is good to be home.”

She pulled back to examine him, her hands resting on his shoulders, her eyes taking in the changes in the boy she raised, the unkept hair, the gruff stubble, the cracked hands, all signs of the hardships her son endured to be the best, “You have changed so much. The war has taken its toll on you, hasn’t it?” He offered a wry smile, attempting to mask the scars that lay beneath the surface. “It has, but I am here now. That is what matters most.”

As they stepped inside, the warmth of the hearth welcomed him, the familiar scent of woodsmoke and roasting meat filling the air. The flickering light of the candles cast a soft glow across the room.

His father, General Verstappen, emerged from the adjoining room, his expression a blend of pride and strictness, not allowing himself to fully grasp his happiness and relief of his son returning home, “Emilian, I see that you have returned!” His father’s voice boomed as he crossed the room, gripping his son’s arms firmly.

Max stood still, feeling the weight of expectation settle upon him. His doings always fell short, perhaps if he had endured a few more scars, his father would have said the words he longed to hear. Before Max could respond, the door swung open again, and his younger sister, Victoria, rushed in, her cheeks flushed with excitement. “Maxie! You’re home!” she cried, throwing her arms around him. “I missed you so much!”

“I missed you too, Vic,” he said, chuckling as he lifted her off the ground. “You’ve grown since I last saw you.”

“I have!” she beamed, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “But I have so much to tell you! There’s been talk of the Regency, and—”

“Victoria Jane!” Lady Margaret interjected gently, a note of playfulness in her tone. “Your brother has just returned from war. Let him catch his breath first.”

Max chuckled softly, grateful for his sister’s outburst. “It is quite all right, Mother. I would love to hear all about the Regency.”

Victoria’s eyes lit up. “There will be a grand ball! All the lords and ladies of the court will be in attendance. I heard that the Prince will even make an appearance!”

Max’s heart sank slightly at the thought. The ball promised a night of celebration, yet it also signified the expectations that would soon weigh upon him. He had always felt the pressure to uphold the family’s reputation, and now, with his return from war, it seemed that burden would only grow heavier.

“Indeed,” General Verstappen said, his voice grave. “And it would be proper for you to attend, Emilian . The King will expect to see you there, representing our family.”

Max hesitated, glancing at his mother, whose expression was one of keen interest. “Mother, I—”

“Yet, you are a Verstappen ,” General Verstappen stated firmly. “You must show strength and resilience. The Regency will provide an opportunity to showcase your valour and to remind the kingdom of your service. I don’t remember my son being a coward, seeking his mother for moments to shed his tears or express his tiredness.”

“Very well,” max said finally, a hint of resignation in his voice. “If it is what is expected of me, I shall attend.”

Victoria clapped her hands, her excitement palpable. “Oh, it will be wonderful! You will look so dashing in your uniform! Everyone will be so proud of you!”

As the evening wore on, the family shared stories and laughter, yet Max found himself retreating into his thoughts. The hearth crackled with warmth, but his heart felt heavy. He gazed out the window, watching as the last rays of sunlight faded into twilight, and shadows danced across the estate.

“Maxie?” Vic’s voice broke through his reverie. “Are you all right?”

He turned to her, forcing a smile. “Yes, Vic. Just lost in thought, I suppose.”

“Do not worry,” she said, her youthful innocence shining through. “You will see that the Regency is not so dreadful. There will be music! And dancing! And perhaps even a chance to meet a lovely lady.”

Max chuckled, a genuine smile breaking through the mask he had worn. “Ah, a lovely lady, you say? And who do you propose I dance with, sister? Maybe you have someone in mind for who shall be your sister-in-law ?”

“Anyone, really! You are a hero, and the ladies will flock to you!” Victoria laughed, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “You cannot hide from your duty forever. I need to be aunt before I turn 18 !” Max just started at her in disbelief, a little smile creeping in his face, while his sister tried to control her laughter, the thought of being an aunt consuming her.

As the fire crackled and the family continued their joyous reunion, Max felt a flicker of hope igniting within him. Perhaps the Regency would provide a distraction, a moment to breathe away from the memories that haunted him. He resolved to put aside his burdens, if only for a night. As laughter and stories filled the air, Max realised that perhaps he could embrace both his past and his future. He would return to the battlefield of society, prepared to navigate the complexities of life beyond the conflict and as the night wore on, a sense of hope blossomed within him, mingling with the flickering shadows of the hearth.

The days passed in a languid rhythm, the golden sun rising and setting like a well-rehearsed actor on the stage of life. Max sat in his chambers, a cup of tea cradled in his hands, the fine china clinking softly as he rested it on the delicate lace tablecloth. Reading the newspaper was a rare leisure he allowed himself, awaiting the royal decree for his next campaign, till then he shall enjoy his mother’s and sister’s frugal attempts to get max to give them a child to fawn upon.

“Max, you must come and help us!” The voice of his sister, broke through the tranquil moment, her brow furrowed in distress as she swept into the room. She was a whirlwind of energy, her pale blue gown swirling around her like a stormy sea, the fabric catching the light with each hurried step. Max could see the servants rushing behind her, holding crates of gowns, each one customised to enhance Victoria’s aspect of getting a better suitor.

“Vic, what can possibly be so urgent that it requires my assistance on this fine day?” Max replied, a teasing smile playing on his lips. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes crinkling as he saw his sister pace around the room. He very well knew that Victoria wanted him to choose the gowns and hand gloves, one which can possible capture a young suitor. A feeling of jealousy passed over him, the thought of another man touching his little Vic, unsettling.

Vicotria stopped, hands on her hips, her eyes flashing with determination. “Mother is in quite the state, and we must finalize the arrangements for the regency ball. It is a matter of great importance, and I cannot manage it all by myself!”

“Indeed, the ball,” Max mused, feigning a yawn. “Surely, the entire ton shall be there, adorned in their finest silks, all in a frenzy over the latest gossip.”

“Oh, Maxie, must you be so insufferably lazy?” Vic huffed, her patience wearing thin. “It is not merely gossip, but our family’s reputation at stake! If we do not present ourselves well, how shall the world see us? Not only that, I am 17! It’s my debutante, you very well know how much influence you have on my suitors, if I go unselected, the prospects of me getting a good family is-”

At that moment, their mother, entered the room, her expression grave as she surveyed her children. “Victoria, my dear, do keep your voice down,” she chided gently, though her eyes glimmered with the same urgency. “And Max, you must not lounge about like a lazy lord. You are a general, after all. Your sister is correct, the suitors will want Victoria after they sense that her brother is general favoured by the King.”

Max raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Mother, I assure you, a general requires his moments of laziness. Vic is just 17, she has a good 5 years before her regency goes to waste. I assure you she will make you a grandmother before I do so."

Victoria just looked with disbelief at her brother, unshed tears swimming in her eyes, before rushing out of the room, throwing away the pearls and fine gloves she adorned, clearly saddened by her brother’s lack of interest. “You do not understand a lady’s debut Max,” Lady Verstappen insisted, her tone firm. “You must understand that with your rank comes responsibility. In a society like ours, a girl’s only way of serving is through her husband or through becoming a scholar. You know your father, he never let Victoria touch a book, if she doesn’t get a good suitor, her life may as well be sealed. Your presence at the ball is essential.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair, the golden strands catching the light. “Very well, I shall grace the event with my presence. But I cannot promise to enjoy it.”

“Enjoy it or not, you will participate,” Lady Verstappen said, a hint of triumph in her voice. “We shall need you to engage with the other gentlemen, to show our family's strength, if not for enjoyment, for Victoria at least.”

On the eve of the ball, the household bustled with activity. Max stood at the window of his chamber, gazing out at the twinkling lights strung throughout the gardens. The moon hung high, casting a silvery glow over the estate, illuminating the faces of the servants as they hurried about their tasks. His mother was busy with preparing Victoria for her debut while his father was going through the prospects of her future husband, a list already drawn of who shall Victoria interact with and who shall be tossed.

The grand ballroom of the Regency shimmered like a jewel under the light of dozens of crystal chandeliers, each facet reflecting the laughter and chatter of the evening’s revelry. The air was thick with the mingling scents of roses and lilacs, their perfumed elegance wafting through the expanse of polished marble floors. Men in uniforms and diamond struck tailored clothes and ladies in flowing gowns moved gracefully, their figures swirling like the very music that filled the air, a delicate waltz playing softly in the background.

Victoria, radiant in a gown of soft lavender silk, glided across the dance floor, her laughter a sweet melody that mingled with the music. Her light hair was adorned with pearls, and the sparkle in her eyes shone brighter than any diamond.

“Look at her, Max,” Lady Verstappen said, her proud gaze fixed on her daughter. “Is she not the most beautiful creature in the room?”

Max nodded, taking a sip of his drink, a deep, rich claret that did little to quell the apprehension brewing in his chest. “Indeed, Mother. She is lovely,” he replied, his voice low and steady, betraying none of the concern that gnawed at him. “But I wonder if this attention is all it seems to be, she is still so very young.”

“Let her enjoy herself,” his mother urged gently. “You were young once too, my son.”

Max chuckled dryly, his gaze unwavering as he watched Vic twirl, her laughter ringing out like a bell. “I was, but I was not in the company of fortune seekers.”

As the music swelled, Max felt a presence beside him. He turned to see a lady standing there, her gown a deep emerald that accentuated her striking features. Her hair, a cascade of golden curls, framed her face beautifully. She regarded him with a keen, searching gaze.

“General Verstappen, I presume?” she said, her voice smooth and melodic.

He straightened slightly, taken aback by her directness. “Yes, that is correct. And you are?”

“A lady who was told by her betrothed to not to talk to men ” she replied, extending her gloved hand. “I could not help but notice you standing alone while your sister dances. I thought it rather uncharacteristic of a man of your standing.”

Max took her hand briefly, feeling the warmth of her palm. “I prefer to observe. The world of balls and dances has never been one I enjoy indulging in.” Max turned his attention to the lady, a brief smirk on his face, “And where shall be this protective betrothed of yours? I must say he won’t be pleasant after watching you talk to me while I caress your silk clothed hand.”

“He must be somewhere, a political alliance waiting to be signed”

“Were you also one of the political papers signed?”

The lady let out a soft laugh, her eyes crinkling, “ General you do have a good sense of humour but I must say the truth lies in what you speak.”

“But isn’t that what you want? A lady wants? Protection, title, a suitor worth riches ?”

The smile disappeared on the lady’s face, her jaw clenching, “Not all of us have the liberty to choose what we dream of General, why are you here? If you are so disinterested in finding a lady who wants your title and riches.”

“To protect her,” he replied, his fingers pointing towards her sister . “The world can be a dangerous place, and I’ve sworn an oath to keep her safe.”

The corners of her mouth turned down slightly, “And yet, she must carve her own path, even if it includes the occasional misstep. Is it not our duty to allow them to grow?”

“Not when those missteps could lead to heartbreak or ruin,” he countered, his voice firm. “You do not understand.”

“Perhaps I do,” she said, her tone shifting to one of anger. “But perhaps you underestimate the strength of your sister, or a lady perhaps. She is not a porcelain doll to be kept on a shelf, General.”

Max and the lady were just staring at each other’s eyes, the blue ones seeking the motive behind the brown ones while the brown ones deceptions anger, of being misunderstood yet once again by men.

“Am I interrupting something?” Victoria softly said, trying to see through the intense stare between his brother and the mysterious lady.

“Your brother and I were just having a delightful conversation,” The lady said, her smile not doing justice to hide her anger. “ I am afraid I must take my leave, lovely meeting you Lady Victoria, General.” The lady just bowed and left, her anger causing Max’s heart to stir, wondering where did he go wrong? Was offering a lady protection through title really that bad ?

Victoria just raised her eyes, looking curiously at her brother, “Did you just engage or rather should I say fight with the future Duchess of Belmore ?”

“Duchess of Belmore ?”

“She is Lady Y/N Cecil, betrothed to Duke Norris of Belmore, they are the most powerful regent couple if you may presume.”

“The Cecil household is related to the monarchy, the Lady of the household is the cousin of the King, then why do they need the Norris household ?”

Victoria just sighed, patting her brother’s shoulder “It’s not Y/N who wants it, It’s the Cecil in her name who wants the marriage, she has never even met Lando, yet look at the those two, acting like lovebirds, Lando gets a pretty face, the Norris household gets a monarchy relation and well the Cecil household gets more power, a good alliance right?”

Max glanced at where Vic was pointing, the lady who he was talking to was now in the embrace of the Lando, or rather Duke Norris, politely laughing on her betrothed's words while he just talked to other dukes.

“And what does Y/N get?”

“The ill fate of being born as girl.”

Max kept staring at the couple, observing every move of Lando, how his fingers were wrapped around Y/N’s waist, his beard slightly scraping her cheeks when he leaned to speak, the slight tremble in her hand when she held Lando’s hands.

Y/N looked up, interrupted by a servant offering her wine, she politely took the glass, taking a sip, the red wine going down her throat as she met the blue eyes. The eyes speaking more than words could, the blue and red in her system igniting a fire, something her betrothed couldn’t suffice, no matter how many county’s he offered or diamond crosses he decorated her with.

Max just smirked, not breaking the eyes contact, “Simply lovely that I chose to be a general Vic, but I feel this lady is going to meet me more often than I would want.”

Max would often go out of the house, much suprise to his mother and sister. He would catch glimpses of Y/N, the small smiles passed, the way her eyes would convey her messages when she was wrapped around Lando. Max would deliberately go her estate late at night, sneaking in the garden, where she would be waiting for him with a dish she had baked for him. It became a tradition, for what started as a banter, Y/N seemed to enjoy his company.

Days passed, it was silent night, Max who was now in the parlour with his tipsy friends. He leaned back in his chair, a glass of fine whiskey in hand, surrounded by his loud friends, all engaged in the light-hearted banter that followed a seductive dance given to them by the hostess, the friends howling like young lads seeing a girl’s legs for the first time.

As the dance continued, Max’s gaze drifted towards the entrance of the parlour. There she was—Lady Y/N, or rather, the figure of a man who bore an uncanny resemblance to her. Dressed in a tailored suit with a cravat that could have belonged to a dandy, she glanced around the room, her eyes darting as if seeking refuge from the spotlight.

“Excuse me, gentlemen,” Max said, interrupting the banter. He stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the floor. “I must… attend to something.”

“Max, where are you going? The game’s just getting good!”His close friend, Lord Riccardio, or Danny Ric as they called him.

Max just gave a sly eye to Danny, and made his move, his eyes locked onto the figure of Lady Y/N. He made his way through the crowd, dodging the odd glass of whiskeys and drunk lords. With determination, he approached her just as she slipped into a shadowy corner of the room.

“What are you doing here? That too dressed as a man!” he exclaimed, his voice a mix of anger and annoyance.

She turned, her eyes wide with surprise, but quickly masked it with a sly smile. “Ah, good sir! I am out for an evening stroll. How dare you follow me”

Max closed the distance between them, pinning her against the wall with a playful smirk. “A stroll is it? I’d say you’re more of a runaway bride, I wonder how would Norris react, seeing his bride pinned so seductively against me.”

Her eyes sparkled with mischief, and she raised an eyebrow. “And you’re more of a brute than I remember. What do you want, General? Are you going to arrest me for being too handsome?”

“Handsome? Is that what you call it?” Max teased, noting the exaggerated puff of her chest. “I thought you were busy being the Duchess of Belmore.”

“Ah, but one must have a little fun before being shackled to a life of estate duties and endless tea parties,” she replied with a wink. “Besides, I can’t resist a good masquerade or a man.”

Max slipped his hands to rest on her waist, the long coat she wore doing nothing to hide her petite figure of a woman, “ And what if he finds out Y/N?”

“Well this is not the first thing you are stealing away from him.” She leaned closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Oh, I do hope he finds out. It would make our wedding a great deal more interesting, don’t you think?”

He held her hand, before leading her away from the ally, going down to the guest abode down the ally, booking a room before leading her inside. Inside the confines of the four walls, the two of them could escape their own reality, one bound in her hand by that diamond band.

Max chuckled, plopping down on the bed. “You’re insufferable. You know that, right?”

“insuffersble and rather clever, if I do say so myself. Besides, it’s not my fault you’re so easily distracted by a pretty face,” she quipped, her eyes gleaming with challenge.

“Pretty face? You’re wearing a disguise! The only pretty thing I can make out are the eyes begging me to take them out the disguise ” he shot back.

“You take them and the next thing you know our names being plastered on the society’s disgrace board” she retorted, her confidence unwavering.

“Touché,” Max conceded.“But what’s your plan? Sneak in, make a mockery of your fiancé, and then what? Run off to join the parlour, wearing those tiny codices of clothes and rubbing against Lords?”

“Now that’s an idea! I’ve always fancied myself as a dancer,” she replied, her grin widening.

Max eyes reflected anger, or what you could say a glimpse of jealousy, “I would rather have me being bankrupt for you than seeing those naked men throw money at you. Perhaps I should rescue you from your fate and sweep you away.” Max said, his hands closing in her neck.

“Bankrupt? I will take my chances with Duke. Besides, we are just friend right ?” The words tasted bitter on her tongue, and she knew they were a lie. They both knew it.

“Just friends?” Max echoed, his brow furrowing. “Is that really what you think we are?”

She hesitated, feeling the weight of his gaze on her. “I mean… we are. We meet, we talk, we laugh. That’s friendship, isn’t it?” She tried to sound convincing, but the tremor in her voice betrayed her.

“Meet? I sneak in to see you, we talk behind the bushes so as no one catches us, is that what friends do?” Max replied, his chest heaving with the unsaid feelings.

Y/N bit her lip, her heart hammering in her chest. “I don’t want to complicate things, Max. Not now. Not with him looming over us.”

“Complicate things?” Max's eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of frustration and hurt flashing across his features. “Is that really how you feel? That what we have is just a complication? Is it about the higher title he has? The higher county’s he has?”

“No! That’s not what I mean. Max, you can be shunned if people found out you are perusing a married woman.”

“Yet to be married and I am pursuing ? Am I the one baking for myself ? Am I the only one at fault ? Last time I remembered, a kiss is not something you can just do with one person.” Max replied, getting up from the bed, the comfort long forgotten.

The anger in his voice made her ache. She wanted to reach out, to close the distance between them, but the fear of crossing that line held her back.

“What are you so afraid of?” he pressed gently, his tone softening. “You’re afraid of him, but what about us? Don’t we deserve a chance to explore this? To see where it could go?”

The temptation to confess her feelings was almost overwhelming, but the fear of the consequences stopped her. “I don’t know if I can do that, Max. I don’t want to hurt anyone, especially not him. He’s… he’s important to me too.”

Max’s jaw clenched slightly, and she could see the struggle in his eyes. “He is important? Your family attended his importance! Your family gave you away to bear his heirs.”

The walls seemed to shrink around Y/N as his words sank in, each syllable a painful reminder of her reality. “You don’t get to say that!” she shot back, her voice rising in defiance. “You don’t know what it’s like to carry that burden. It’s not just about him. It’s about my family, my duty—”

“Your duty?” he interrupted, taking a step closer to her. “What about your happiness? Your dreams? You’re just going to sacrifice everything because they expect you to? Here I am giving you an option for a life you want.”

“a life I want ?” she echoed incredulously, spinning to face him. Her voice trembled, the weight of her feelings spilling over. “And do what? Throw everything away? All for some fleeting sense of love? You don’t understand the stakes here. I’d be disowned, cast out… I’d lose everything I’ve ever known.”

Max took a deep breath, his frustration palpable. “So you’d rather live a lie? Is that what you want? To be miserable for the rest of your life just because it’s what they want? To bear his heirs, to be a pawn in their game? To throw this unnamed feelings?” His voice broke slightly, and Y/N could hear the pain behind his anger.

it all became too much. The weight of his words, the intensity of the moment, the raging storm inside her—it spiraled into a whirlpool of emotions that she couldn’t contain. With a swift movement, she brought her hand up and slapped Max across the face, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room.

“There’s nothing between us, Max!” she shouted, her voice breaking again, but this time with a mix of anguish and rage. “It was a mistake! It was all a mistake! I should have never approached you at the ball!”

“Why can’t you just trust me?” he replied back, desperation creeping into his voice. “Why can’t you see that I’m not going anywhere? I want to be here for you. I want to fight for us.”

“Fight for us?” Y/N repeated. “What is ‘us’ even supposed to be? A series of stolen moments in the shadows? A relationship built on your fantasies while I drown in my reality?”

The words fell from her lips, a final confession, a desperate attempt to sever the ties that bound them. She turned away, unable to face the pain in his eyes, the anger and sorrow that mirrored her own.

Then why can’t you let it go?” he asked, his voice strained, barely above a whisper. “Why does it still hurt you?”

“Because it matters!” she snapped, her anger flaring again. “It matters too much! And I can’t keep pretending that it doesn’t!”

Then stop pretending!” he urged, stepping closer again, his presence overwhelming. “Stop pretending you don’t want this, Y/N. Stop pretending you don’t want me!”

“Want you?” she laughed bitterly, shaking her head. “I want to want you! But it’s not that simple! This isn’t a game, and I’m not a pawn you can move around!”

Max had enough, he just pulled back, running a hand through his sweat-stricken hair, leaving her alone in the ally, before turning for the last time “ I loved you, Y/N. I am ready to fight Norris, just say it now, just say yes and I will leave my title, my everything to be with you.”

Y/N held back her tears, a small ‘no’ escaping her lips. She saw Max turn around and leave, her knees finally giving out and the sobs the she held back for long flowing freely.

The preponed wedding of the Duke and Duchess of Belmore caused the buzz in the society. The grand drawing room of the estate was abuzz with laughter and chatter, the air thick with the scent of blooming roses and freshly poured champagne. Yet, in the midst of this joyous celebration lay a heart torn. Y/N stood at the center of it all, adorned in a gown of ivory lace that flowed gracefully down to the polished wooden floor. Her eyes sparkled with delight, but deep inside, a storm brewed, threatening to engulf her.

As Y/N caught sight of Max across the room, her heart raced. He looked dashing, clad in a tailored suit that accentuated his tall frame, yet his expression was stormy. A mix of anger and disbelief played across his features, and the moment their eyes locked, a silent understanding passed between them.

“Max,” Y/N whispered, stepping away from the gathering. She felt an invisible pull towards him, her heart aching for the man she once thought she would spend her life with.

But before she could reach him, Max turned his back, his shoulders tense. “I can’t do this,” he muttered, his voice barely audible over the music of the party.

Y/N felt her heart torn, seeing the man she loved standing right in front of her, seeing her get married. She was led inside in a room, told to wait for the ceremony to begin.

“So this is it then? You’re just going to go through with it?” Y/N’s head snapped back at the voice she would recognise even in her dreams.

Y/N felt her heart shatter as she realized the truth. “I don’t want to lose you, but I can’t fight this battle. It’s already been decided for me.”

Max stepped back, his expression darkening. “Then there’s nothing more to say,” he said coldly, the warmth in his voice replaced by a chilling distance.

“Max, please…” she pleaded, reaching out for him, but he pulled away, the space between them growing wider.

“What do you want me to do? Wait for you my whole life while you put on a show as a duchess? I can’t do it anymore. I gave you chance, you just had to say a yes. Goodbye, Y/N,” he said, his voice distant and filled with sorrow. With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing alone in the room, the silence in the room suffocating her.

Max was sitting with his family at the chapel when the groom arrived. The music began again, signaling the entrance of the bride. But there was no bride—only an empty doorway waiting for someone to walk through. The commotion erupted, with the Norris family demanding answers while the Cecils sent their guards to apprehend their unfilial daughter. The guests were equally shocked, absorbing the chaos around them. Max was utterly confused as well when he felt someone slip something into his coat pocket. He looked around in confusion before opening the note, a slight smirk forming on his face as he read the note.

“Meet me at the same garden, General Verstappen?”

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nofingjustaninchident · 10 months ago

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Helloo!!! im in such a Jason Grace era these days and fics for him are SO limited in the fandom?? its actually super sad. i loved your previous jason fic smm, Would you consider making a Jason x fem!reader where Jason just has a veryy bad day, he gets overwhelmed by everything and everyone, and he just cries into reader's arms and she comforts him?

i feel like he deserved to just cry it all out atleast once, considering the amount of pressure the poor boy has had from everything :( so i would lovee to read about that!

⛧° as long as we're together °⛧

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content: jason grace x fem!reader

warnings: angst but then it’s fluff, kinda short, cursing, 5’3 (1,60m) reader, life in New Rome!

a/n: HA LOOK WHO’S POSTING TWICE IN JUST ONE DAY???? hehehe i love this request so much my boo deserves more in his life i don’t fucking care.

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Sometimes it’s just too hard to be Jason Grace.

The mighty son of Jupiter. Pontifex Maximus. Counselor of the Zeus cabin. Juno’s Champion. Hero of Omlympus. Centurion of the Fifth Cohoort.

The titles were endless. And so was the work.

And everyone, and i mean everyone, counted on him for various things and reasons.

“Hey Jason, are you coming to capture the flag?” Annabeth asked, every week.

“Hey superman, come to bunker 9!” As always, Leo wanting to show him some new cool tricks or projects.

“Oi, sparky! Can you help me pick an outfit for my date?” Piper would ask him.

He was just so tired. He just wanted to tell them all to fuck themselves.

But he would never. He was too noble to do that. He just wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he knew his friends were needing him and he was… well, being a human and an young adult, taking care of his own stuff.

So when he got home from another endless day, back to his shared apartment in New Rome and to his beautiful girlfriend, who made him his favorite dessert - brownies with caramel and peanuts -, he broke down almost instantly.

Obviously, you ran towards him, scooping him in your arms - which was a difficult task, since he was almost a whole foot taller than you - but you did it anyways, pulling him close to your body, letting him sob in your shoulder as you tried to soothe him.

You had never seen him cry like that, clinging on you for dears life. Once again, he was never one to show his real feelings to anyone, not even your or Thalia.

You scooted him in your arms, rubbing soft circles at his back while you whispered small ‘shh’s and ‘it’s gonna be okay’s in his ear, the both of you say in the floor of your cozy apartment.

After a few minutes of compulsive crying, your shoulder and the upper part of your white tank top completely soaked in hot, wet tears, he finally calmed down - at least a little.

“Hey, honey.” You finally whisper into his ear as he pulls away from your embrace, eyes all puffy and red as he sniffles and wipes his tears with the back of his hand.

“Hey..” He mumbles, his tone low and cracked as you kept caressing his hair smoothly. You caressed his hair and gave a soft and gentle kiss so his cheek.

“Are you okay?” You were answered with a soft nod of his head as he scooted closer to you, snuggling against you warm body and keeping his head on your chest. He looked like a five year old child, and that made you smile. “Do you want to talk about it?”

“No.. not now. Is that okay?” He asked, his voice all mushy and muffled by his cheek tightly pressed against you body.

“Of course it is, my love. Do you want to eat? We have pasta with that sauce you like.” She said between little kisses in his eyes, his cheeks, the bridge of his nose and his lips. “And i made you your favorite brownies.”

“Mmhmm…” He let out a content mumble, finally pulling away from him and giving you a kiss on the lips. “After that i… after that i’ll talk to you, ‘kay?”

“‘Kay. But you have to eat before. Come on, i’ll help you get up.” She said as she got up and held out her hand for him to grab.

You finally got on your feet, and you turned around to reheat the food. When you were at the oven, he wrapped his arms around your waist and nuzzled his face into your neck, breathing heavily as he kept the closest he could to you.

Soon, the food was on the table, and the doorbell rang. It was the girl that walked with your dog. You thanked her and pulled Thor, your golden retriever, inside the house.

He immediately went to Jason, wiggling his tail and giving him the biggest licks in the world while the blond laughed.

You smiled at the sight. You knew that he was obviously hurting with something, and you were going to discover with what, but, right now, he just needed some love.

You gave him just that, as you ate together chilling and chatting about your days, you talking more than him.

He helped you with the laundry while you washed the dishes, and the chores were finished very quickly. You went back and cuddled up on the couch, a massive ball of fur, aka your dog, resting comfortably between you two.

You heard when Jason sighed and felt his shoulders shaking, showing his impending collapse, once again. You cyy it deles him closer to you as he cried and cried. His sobs were the only thing heard in the house.

Ten minutes later, when he was calmer, you were stroking his hair in the softest way you could, making sure he would be ready to talk.

“I-i’m just so… tired. Of everything and everyone. It’s- i know it’s selfish, but i can’t help but want to just… ran away. To just stay with you and Thor and give up on the rest of the world.” He said, his words are muffled and smudgy as he holds onto you.

“I know, baby… You shouldn’t work yourself out. You’re doing too much. More than you should, and you know that. You have too much work.” She said, kissing the top of his head.

“I just- i can’t let them just, you know, alone. It’s.. i can’t.” The son of Jupiter said, crying more.

“Honey, they won’t be alone. We have Reyna and Frank and Percy and lots of other people that you can use some help from. You’re not alone. Ever.” She said, reassuringly.

“But-“

“No buts. You’re gonna take a week off, and we’re just gonna hang out here, together, with Thor. No works, no college, no Pontifex Maximus stuff. Just y/n and Jason. And that’s not a request.”

He mumbles something but snuggles closer to you. “Fine. As long as we’re together.”

a/n: i’m literally so proud of myself bro, i got to do two, TWO works today. i’m evolving boos

#postcards from leah #jason grace x reader #jason grace x y/n #jason grace #jason grace x you #percy jackson #pjo #pjo hoo toa

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ninelieswithme · 3 months ago

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Forgot to add this 😭😭

The ain fell relentlessly against the windowpane of the small apartment.

The moon hung low in the blackened sky.

the only sound coming from the muted hum of the city beyond the window.

Chris, a dedicated BSAA agent, who was off a mission at the moment was cuddled up with his dear.

You :).

The chain wrapped tight around you ankle, wrists tied together, while Chris cuddled your drowsy form.

Your warmth providing a sanctuary from the horrors that terrorised poor Chris’s mind.

Muscles twitching as if fending off invisible foes.

This night, however, felt different.

As you drifted deeper into sleep.

Chris stirred restlessly at first, a solitary whisper of dread creeping through his mind.

The familiar visions of oozing flesh and ravenous, undead creatures clawed at him, their teeth digging into his skin.

Guts spilling while he only watched while they devoured his body, while the dream shifted..

You..

But it was different instead of the zombies being forgotten they stayed, Chris yelled and screamed while the creatures clawed and ripped at your soft flesh.

Hearing your synthetic screams, tears welling in your eyes while you fakily called for him within his mind while Chris had to watch.

Seeing you get devoured over and over again.

His heart couldn’t take it, he screamed out as if it would do anything, while they bit and teared at you.

Till your body was soaking in guts and gore, eyes full blood splattered all over you.

With a deep, shuddering breath, Chris’s eyes cracked open.

His eyes frantic searching for you as if you died.

There you were, hair wild across the pillow and her lips slightly parted in slumber.

He quietly thanked god, squeezing you tighter.

Nose pushed into you neck, inhaling your scent..

Fuck you smelt good right now

Chris growled his hands around your hips grew more painful.

You unconsciously yelped at the feeling your ass grinding down on him.

Bitting his lip he bucked gently into you.

His some what hard cock grinding against you.

You back gently arching while he ground into your plush ass.

“God baby..”

Those nightmares were worth it.

Hastily he pulled his boxers down, cock springing out, the red tip pushing against your clothed pussy.

Chris hissed pulling your panties to the side, two fingers shoving into your tight walls.

Cunt dripping on his fingers.

His cock beading with pre.

Lips feverishly peppering your neck in kisses and bites.

While he stretched your pretty cunt out.

Your mules and whines getting his cock hard as always.

His light beard chaffing at your collarbone.

His cock whining and weeping for your heat.

His fingers vigorously pounding into your wet cunt.

The juices covering his fingers.

Your moans grow louder, Chris gently nipping at you, his tongue dragging across your shoulder to neck.

Finally, pulling his fingers out hastily, his tip teasing your hole.

In a swift motion his strong hips bucking deep into your cunt.

The tip kissing your cervix.

His head berried in your bed hair while he smirked.

Your eyes lidded finally opening.

“Hay.. Sunny”

He cooed cock jabbing your womb.

Eyes opening quickly, only Chris growling his hold on your hips more aggressive.

“Wow easy there girl, just me”

You gently moaned ass grinding on his v line.

“C-Chris?”

You said hasily.

He smirked grinding his cock against your walls.

“Mhmm that’s me~, and your??? Princess”

He teased gently caressing your hips as if he didn’t abuse them a moment ago.

His kissed more primal like his grinds.

“Keepin me all warm aren’t ya sweet thing”

He cooed his thrusts more deep strokes while he fucked your cunt.

Juices coating his v line.

His cock disappearing into your folds.

Balls slapping against your ass.

“So fucking warm..”

He hissed leaving marks from his wake, his cock twitching.

Cock speeding up, sweat connecting the two of you.

Your moans growing louder.

“M’should go back to bed baby, I’ll take good care of you”

He said tenderly, holding you close while his cock thrusted deep inside you.

You body sweating while his thrusts grew more aggressive, cunt dripping.

Feeling your cunt squeeze, his thrusts growing more frantic.

The two of you moved together, bodies finding a rhythm, Chris’s cock sliding in and out of your pussy, their skin slick with sweat and passion.

Your hands gripped the sheets, urging him deeper, your nails digging into your palm as pleasure consumed you.

"Fuck C-Chris”

You panted, voice hoarse with desire.

"Harder..."

Chris obliged, pounding into her with passion, his balls slapping against your ass with each thrust.

Your pussy clenched around him, milking his cock, driving him wild with ever lasting lust.

He felt his own orgasm building, his balls tightening with the need to release.

"I-I'm gonna cum, baby,"

Chris grunted, his voice strained.

"I'm cumming so fucking hard for you."

He growled cock twitching, his hot cum shooting deep into your pussy, bulge noticeable.

Pussy milking every drop of his cum.

Clinging to each other, bodies shaking, riding the waves of pleasure together.

You turned to him, his cock staying stiff and ready for another, your lips capturing his.

Hips bucking into you, earning a yelp.

“Ready for another babydoll?”

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snnynatural · 11 days ago

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“inspirational reading- dean, you could've gone to the nearest tj max and read their live laugh love quotes there. or even ask my cheesy ass!” ………blinking again, “you owe me a tampon with how expensive they are.” she was silent again, “…….do you have a picture?”

"what the hell--?? for what?? needed some inspirational reading. figured i'd find it on the back of your tampon box. turns out? i was sorta right. oh! you're missing a tampon. sammy's sleeping with it shoved up his nose. no parts of this have anything to do with each other.. promise."

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snnynatural · 2 months ago

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the squirrel and womb blessing angel: ABSOLUTELY NOT, SIT DOWN SONNY

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heavenlycloud · 1 year ago

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quit: park sooyoung x fem! reader

⛧°。 ⋆༺♱༻⋆。 °⛧

cw// toxic relationships, HEAVY smut, swearing, situationships / fwb, manipulation, crying, NSFW again

men and minors dni!

a/n: i saw this pic of joy while looking for new layout pics and i couldn't help but let my mind wander...plus i've been dying to write something for this song. i'm still getting used to writing nsfw so pls be nice :) feedback would be greatly appreciated since this is my first time posting nsfw on my blog

and you say that i'm the devil you know and i don't disagree. no, i don't see the harm...they say, "you crazy, just leave him, he'll suffocate you" but i wanna be in your arms...

everyone in your friend circle warned you about her. they told you she would do more harm than good. they said she's not genuine, that she's only after one thing, sex. it'd be a lie if you said you didn't believe them because you knew getting involved with her was a disaster waiting to happen. however, there was something about her that was so addicting and you weren't ready to give up the drug that she was...you probably never will be. she's just that damn good.

they say, "no, don't pick up the phone, let them think there's nobody home" but i'm under your spell... 'cause when you call my heart starts to roll, i always want more, it's my heaven, my hell...

your bedroom window blew cool, night air into your apartment as you sat on your bed. you mindlessly ran your fingers along the cords of your electric guitar playing the first song that came to mind. surely the residents in the floors above and below you would complain about being woken up to kiss it better by rihanna, but you didn't care. it was well past one in the morning and you should've been asleep but here you were.

right as you finished the end of the chorus a muffled humming sound came from between your bed and pillows. you didn't even have to check to know who it was, and you definitely knew you shouldn't answer. all of your friends told you to ignore her calls, let her think you're not around so you ignored it. instead of calling again, you heard a loud knock at the front door of your apartment. ignoring the advice of everyone else and your own intuition, you got up and answered the door.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine...

sooyoung stood in the doorway looking like an abandoned puppy with her hair damp and wearing a sullen face. her eyes were red with her tearstained cheeks and swollen lips, "h-he broke up with me..." her voice cracked and she hiccupped between her words, the same ones you heard at least twice a month.

the opportunity to turn her away was still there but when she looked up at you with that same damn pout, it was over. without missing a beat you pulled her into your apartment and closed and locked the door behind you both. you led her to your room where your guitar and amp had been pushed off to a corner, leaving your bed open.

she walked into your arms and gripped onto the back of your shirt as she sobbed, "i-i hate him so much." you pulled her into your chest and agreed, "i do too." sooyoung pulled away from you and bunched her hands in the hem of your oversized t shirt, "i need you, y/n. please... "

i can't quit you, i can't quit you...yeah, i'm gonna regret it... know I'm gonna regret it.

god does she know exactly what to say especially with that stupid pout you always give into. you bring your hands up to hold her face, and gently wipe her tears away with your thumbs. sooyoung leaned into your touch and kissed the inside of one of your palms sweetly. you swiped your thumb across her lip slowly dragging the motion out and she sucked your finger into her mouth. her soft tongue swirled around your skin and you affirmed, "i'll make you feel better i promise. let me take care of you, baby."

when you said, "baby, i just want you to lay me down and we'll fuck the pain away" 'cause skin on skin, i feel nothing but the burning of desire and that's just foreplay...

you pressed your lips against sooyoung's and she melted into your touch with ease. her arms slipped from inside her jacket and you tossed it aside. you found the zipper on the back of her dress and unzipped it slowly, letting the material hang from her body before completely dropping to the floor. she stepped out of the skirt and kicked it aside to another spot on your floor. your lips pressed against her neck until you reached her collarbone where you stopped.

sooyoung whined at the loss of contact and you smirked to yourself in satisfaction. you stood behind her and lifted her chin with your finger to angle her gaze to your wall length mirror. sooyoung stared at herself right as you unclipped her bra and let it fall away. one hand rested on her waist while another on her shoulder. you ran your fingertips down her arm and she let out a soft gasp.

your breath ghosted her neck as you said, "look at how pretty you are." she shyly turned her face into your neck and one hand found your wrist as you moved your other one to her panties. the hand on her chest teased her breast, tugging at one of her nipples eliciting a high pitched sound from her, "a-aah." you smiled and pressed a kiss to her temple, before holding her head up so she could see herself. your free hand slipped into her panties and with the lightest of touches, ghosted her dampened folds.

sooyoung squeezed her eyes shut and you clicked your tongue, "ah ah, look at your reflection. see how pretty you look?" her eyes slowly opened and you began rubbing slow circles around her heated center, ignoring where she needed it that most. sooyoung pleaded softly, "y/n...please." you hummed and dragged your thumb against her clit, making her knees buckle underneath her.

her weight rested on you and you smiled, "so needy and i haven't even done anything....do you know how much i love seeing you like this?" she didn't reply as you continued drawing patterns against her soaked pussy. she looked at you in the mirror and said, "y/n please." you slipped your hands from her panties and admired the sheen of slick. teasingly you brought them up to sooyoung's lips and watched her mouth fall open, just for you to lightly swipe her bottom lip and put your fingers in your own mouth.

you sucked her essence off of your fingers and hummed in satisfaction. watching as sooyoung pathetically licked her bottom lip for the smallest taste of herself, and feeling her sigh in relief against you. gently, you backed her against your bed and let her fall into the plush warmth. she was completely engulfed in your scent making her yearn for your touch even more. she looked up at you with those same doe eyes, searching for any signs of continuing your ministrations.

an airy gasp left her lips as you pressed the softest of kisses along her chest. you brushed your lips across one of her breasts and gently kissed one of her nipples while you free hand traced around the other. sooyoung let out a frustrated grunt as her chest pushed up for her hardened bud to meet your lips which only made you laugh. she breathed out, "please i need you..." you kissed the side of her breast and smiled, "you have me." she shook her head and repeated with more want, "no i need you to touch me."

looking up at her you pressed more kisses along her breast, swapping to the other before you asked, "where do you need me, baby?" sooyoung bit her lip as you sucked on her nipple and tugged on it with your teeth. when she didn't reply, you pulled away and started to move from atop her. in a panicked effort of desperation she snatched your hand into her own, and lowered it to her soaked heat, "here, i need you here." only then did you climb back over her and kiss down her toned abdomen, suckling marks and bites into her plush skin.

sooyoung spread her legs and let you settle between them, flinching slightly when your hand palmed her inner thighs. you ran your thumb over her heated flesh and nicked the surface with your teeth. by now you could smell how bad she wanted you and she was nearly shaking with desperation. just to put her on edge further, you kissed right against her folds, just missing where she wanted you most.

you coaxed smoothly, "tell me what you want, use your words, angel." sooyoung's voice came out just above a whisper as she said, "your mouth, please." heat flushed over her face when she looked down at you between her legs just in time to see you place a kiss to her clit. her hands flew to the top of your head just for you to slip one of your hands into her own.

the heat of your tongue against her molten center sent her eyes rolling to the back of her head. you laved through her folds hungrily tasting her as if she were the forbidden fruit from the heavenly garden. sooyoung breathily gasped and whined beneath you which sent a wave of confidence through your body. you let out a low moan, "you taste so good..." and it took everything in her to not let go right then and there. one of her hands fisted you soft bedsheets while the other squeezed onto yours, fingers intertwined with your own. when you gave her swollen bud another light suck she held her breath until she couldn't anymore. her body stuttered for a moment and a high pitched moan fell past her lips.

your fingers slipped into her heated core, helping her ride through her high before slowly kissing up her body to meet her lips. the taste of herself lingered on your tongue and filled her mouth, making her moan weakly. you brushed a piece of hair from her face and smiled softly, "my pretty girl." sooyoung's face twisted up at the nickname and she mumbled, "that's what he called me too..." immediately a pit of aggravation filled your stomach and you leaned closer to her, lips barely touching hers, "you're thinking of him when i'm right here?"

out of pure frustration you pushed her lightly away from you and started to get up, not knowing why you even bothered because she was always like this. no matter what you'd done in the past she always ran back to that bum ass man of hers. sooyoung grabbed your hand and pleaded, "no wait- please. y/n i'm sorry i just want you...it's always been you." she was too damn good at saying what you wanted to hear because no part of you genuinely believed her last words, yet you found yourself crawling back over her ready to make her mean what she said.

this time will be different.

we're heading deep inside lives a voice, a voice so quiet. but i can't hear that voice when your heart beats next to mine

you kissed her on her lips again and pushed her back down into your bed as she stared up at you. there was a specific hunger in your gaze that she'd never seen before that had her more excited than before.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you. yeah i'm gonna regret it, i know i'm gonna regret it

sooyoung's legs fell back open as you made your way back into the same spot before, kissing her swollen bud and laughing when she jumped. she rolled her head to rest on her shoulder and whined, "n-ngh i- wait i'm still sensitive..." you looked up at her through a hooded gaze, "i don't care. you look so beautiful under me." you connected your lips to her heated core and sucked harshly. her thighs closed around your head and you pushed them back open with enough force to make her whimper.

your fingers prodded at her entrance, your tongue dragging from her slit up to her engorged clit. sooyoung's hands violently fisted the sheets as she tried to hold out longer. but you were no match for her as you knew her body like the back of your hand. her second climax came and her sweet honey oozed from her center and onto your tongue. you sucked more into your mouth without wasting a drop before holding it there. she watched in near horror as you made your way up to her, tapping on her chin wordlessly.

sooyoung's lips parted and you stuck your sopping wet fingers into her mouth, drool running down her lips. when you withdrew them, you held her chin and tipped her head back slightly before spitting into her mouth. the mixture of your saliva and her slick filled her mouth, and she swallowed it without hesitation. your fingers massaged her soft pussy, making her begin to close her legs again. you looked down at her and said, "be good for me, open your legs." she followed your orders and squeezed her mouth shut as her thighs began to shake.

you looked at the tears that began to fill her eyes, only smiling and rubbing her center harder until her tears fell. she craned her neck up to meet her lips as you began to lean down, but instead you dragged your tongue along her smooth cheek, licking the trail of tears from her face. you laughed as she began to squirm more, beginning to beg, "i- y/n i- something is...i can't please-" you pushed your fingers further into her heated center, letting your thumb lightly bump her clit.

she began to close her legs and you pulled out of her and quickly reached forward. you laughed in her face as tears fell from her eyes and she nearly screamed, her swollen nub squeezed harshly between your thumb and pointer finger. sooyoung begged you, "ah- i- y/n-" you silenced her with a kiss and let her go, watching her sigh of relief only briefly until you pushed back into her.

you looked her in the eyes and told her firmly, "you can take it sooyoungie." her swollen pout and pleading eyes found yours and she repeated to herself pitifully, "i can take it. i-i can take it." you kissed her lips and cheek as you drew her only seconds from her third orgasm, "such a good girl for me huh?" she nodded eagerly as tears fell from her eyes and you kissed them away, "such a pretty girl when you cry for me. my pretty angel, my sooyoung." that moment the last name fell from your lips you felt her walls squeeze your fingers and push them out.

a stream of clear liquid leaked from her pussy as she shook beneath you, her own hand finding her clit and massaging it through her orgasm. you didn't hesitate to go down and lick up her mess, humming at the salty taste that was so uniquely hers. a taste you'd found yourself addicted to, always craving for more.

i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh baby. i can't quit you, i can't quit you, oh babe

sooyoung pushed your head away and you kissed her inner thighs that were still slightly shaking. she had her eyes closed in a fucked out bliss that only you'd ever given her. you smirked to yourself and asked her sweetly, "who's on your mind now, angel?" sooyoung's eyes opened weakly and she hummed, "hmmm? s' you....only y/n. only want y/n." you placed a kiss on her cheek and laid beside her before she curled into your arms, tucking her head into your side. as you thought you'd finally won, sooyoung was beside you smiling to herself because she was the only winner, she always was.

you were only a pawn in her little game but she'd be lying if she said you weren't her favorite player. all this time people told you that she was obsessed with you, the idea of you. but in reality you were addicted to all of her, just another person hooked on the thought of winning the game. always under the impression that you were closer and closer to winning the grand prize, winning her over. but in reality you were just another piece in her puzzle. nevertheless, you'd never quit all that was park sooyoung.

i'm gonna regret it babe, babe, babe, gonna regret it, yeah, i'm gonna regret it...

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