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mochiwonz Ā· 2 days ago
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āœ‰ļøŽ - you're my match-a ā™”
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š“Æš“‚ƒ content : fem!reader x bestfriend!ni-ki , bestfriends to lovers (boring trope - i know but its one of my faves so </33) , fluff , realization of feelings , this is a cutee fic :3 , reader LOVES matcha , ni-ki is so sweet
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š“Æš“‚ƒ note : i actually really enjoyed writing this !! ni-ki rly strikes me as someone that would obviously hint at his liking for you and play it off but never confess boldly. (also pls lmk who u want to see next for the "type of bf" series too :p)
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Honestly, you're a matcha addict. You have matcha every day, seven days a week. And of course your bestfriend, ni-ki, knows how much you love your matcha. Like, he knows your exact order - a large matcha latte with medium sugar, less ice, and organic milk. He's the person that gets it for you most of the time, anyways. Since you're busy with your studies, and he's just out and about and in the dance studio most of the time. But he doesn't mind it at all, he likes doing things for you. Why? Because he's your bestie, duh. Actually wait, no, it's because he likes you.
Of course, you're blissfully unaware of his crush on you. That's just how you are, you think he's just doing these nice gestures for you because he's your bestie. Ni-ki has a love and (mostly) hate relationship with the word "bestfriend" because on one hand, he's happy that you guys are close, but he wants to be more to you. He wants the title of your boyfriend, not your bestie.
Anyways, it's 9pm on a Saturday night and you're at home studying with music blasting in your headphones. You felt like something was off for the past 4 hours, but you couldn't really tell what it was. And - oh, you hadn't got matcha yet. But, it was already so late and the nearest cafe was too far to walk to, especially at night.
And it's as if ni-ki knew, because he texts you "hey y/n, had ur matcha today?" Smiling a little, you text back "hiii nini, no not yet :(( ive been busy studying and lost track of time..."
You wait a few minutes for a response from him, and nothing. Hm, that's not like him, but you just shrug it off. You still have to study for your upcoming exam anyways. Once again, you allow yourself to get lost in your studying and music.
It's been about an hour, around 10pm and - *knock knock* huh? Who would knock on your door at 10pm at night? Slowly walking to the door, you hold your breath.
"Y/n you there??" you hear from the other side of the door.
Oh, you could recognize that deep voice anywhere, it's just ni-ki. Wait - what was he doing here?
Opening the door, you're ready to question him. But instead, you're caught off guard with ni-ki in a grey hoodie, white tank, washed out jeans and two matcha lattes in hand. Oh, that's why he's here. And you felt your heart melt a little at the realization.
"Oh my god nini, you couldn't have texted me? I thought you were a murderer or a weirdo" you tell him, giggling a little. He smiles down at you and there's a weird feeling in your stomach. Confused, you just shrug it off and tell him to come inside.
Once you were both inside, he hands you the matcha latte. "Couldn't have you be sad, so I had to run to the cafe since it was closing soon. That's why I forgot to text you, sorryy" he explains in a sweet tone of voice, while sipping on the matcha latte.
That's when it hit you, he doesn't do this for you all the time just because he's your bestfriend. Ni-ki likes you - and you think you might like him, too. That would be the only explanation for the weird feeling in your stomach - butterflies.
Realizing you forgot to say thank you, you tell him "Thanks for this nini, you're too nice to me you know?" And in response, he just smiles sweetly at you and there goes the butterflies again. Fuck.
"Of course y/n, you're my girlll" he says playfully. However, it does something to you that it usually doesn't do. He calls you his girl sometimes, and you always thought it was just friendly and nothing like that. But now, it means something else to you.
Choking on your matcha a little, you put it down and just stare at it. So many thoughts are running through your head, and it doesn't help that you've been studying the whole day and whole night. You aren't functioning like you usually would.
Concerned, ni-ki walks over to you and pats your back. "Hey, you okay? Is the matcha not good? I can-" he tells you but you cut him off.
"Nini why do you always do this for me? You always get me matcha, you remember my order, you always make sure i'm happy. Like, do you like me or something? Because I honestly think I have feelings for you." you say while fidgeting with your rings, blurting out your thoughts.
You look back up at him, and he looks shocked. Eyes wide and mouth slightly agape.
"Wait, wait - y/n, you like me?" he asks, voice laced with shock.
"Yeah.." you mumble in response, only now realizing what you just said. God, your heart is beating out of your chest. You quickly look down just to make sure it actually isn't.
"Oh my fucking god y/n, you don't know how love I've been waiting to hear those three words come out of your mouth. You know, I would never go out of my way to get matcha for someone at 10pm, let alone whenever they need it, I only do it for you. I do it for you because I like you so much, I'm surprised you only noticed now" he tells you while staring into your eyes, the same eyes he can't help but think about 24/7.
Taken aback, you just sit there staring at him. Wow, has he always been this beautiful? You've been taking this beautiful face for granted, fuck. Swiftly, he sits down next to you and picks you up and puts you onto his lap.
"May I have the honor of being your boyfriend, miss y/n?" he asks you playfully and you smile at him.
"Hm...what if I said no?" you ask him, reciprocating the playful energy.
"Y/nnnn" he whines. You find yourself melting when he pulls you closer and rests his head in the crook of your neck.
"I'm just playing nini, of course you can be my boyfriend" you tell him while brushing your fingers through his beautiful blue-ish black hair.
Happy, ni-ki suddenly jumps up and picks you up with him, twirling you around like a princess. After setting you back down, he wraps his large arms around you and brings you into his embrace, inhaling your perfume.
"Hey y/n? You know what?" he asks you, and you can hear by his tone of voice that he's about to pull out a corny joke.
"What?" you respond, laughing a little bit.
"I think you're my match-a...get it?" he says, already laughing to himself.
God, him and his corny ass jokes. Guess he's the man that you're stuck with now! (and you're quite happy that it's nishimura riki <33)
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unoriginal-starwalker Ā· 16 hours ago
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ok. ok ok. hold on. this is gorgeous and i need to react to everything.
him being made of silica makes sense, although it's funny to imagine that he's made of styrofoam since that's what his real-life statue was made of on the inside lol
the color-changing chromatophores? so cool! and make a lot of sense with my thoughts of Euclydia and Bill's parents! the angsty possibility that the reason Bill keeps drawing them as only red and blue triangles because he only remembers them as the way they were soon before he 'broke out' of Euclydia - angry and distressed/sad. (i didn't come up with this idea, but idk where i saw it - lmk if you know who did!) it's so funny imagining them like the Boov from the movie Home, involuntarily changing colors based on their emotions - that possibility is ripe with goofy scenarios.
yeah, Euclydian's skin being black makes sense with the Theraprism clothes and stuff, I just think it's funnier if he does wear socks and gloves lol
ALSO YEAH it's killing me that we don't know for sure the texture of Bill's hands!!! In the video "How Not to Draw Grunkle Stan" there's a 3D model of Bill and his hands/arms look kinda fuzzy, but that's far enough removed from canon it probably only counts if you want it to.
oooh coelom! I've just gained knowledge! I love fluid-filled cavities!!
his eyelashes being antennae makes a lot of sense, and the retracting and stuff? very cool. we love making animation inconsistencies into lore - this triangle never has a consistent number of eyelashes lol
DUUUDE. "His lashes get longer and he flutters his eyelid more near Ford, probably because he enjoys his smell." AGSHDFHDSHFDS??? HELLO?????? BILLFORD SHIPPERS EATING GOOD TONIGHT
In the Book of Bill, on the page about destroying/liberating Euclydia, Bill says he hears "this loud buzzing in my ears", so theoretically he does have ears somewhere?
in regards to tasting and having a tongue, as far as I know we've never seen Bill with a tongue in canon, although i do subscribe to the headcanon that he has one
okay yeah the way his limbs and those muscles work makes a lot of sense, both the regular human movement & cartoony wiggly stuff! (also, Ford spotted!) i love the little illustration of him with his limbs retracted in his shell :3
lol i love "fictional geometric shaped people"!
"The guy has a thing for teeth" <- you are so right, he's a freak <3
the way his mouth works makes a lot of sense! it's so cool!!
"I also have no idea whether they have an anus and if itā€™s just one. This is just something I canā€™t tell you." <- lmao understandable
oh yeah he does like starch doesn't he? yeah he would not care about it being unhealthy lol, that's so him
oooh yeah breathing between his bricks! dude yeah and the voice echoey thing having an anatomy explanation??? especially knowing that you can recreate Bill's voice effect by copying the audio twice, pitching one higher and one lower! and the 'demon voice' being vocal fry makes a lot of sense too!!
"That's why Bill seems to glow when he speaks - he's actually vibrating." <- COOLEST THING EVER??? COOLEST THING EVER ALERT?????? IDK MAN I JUST THINK THIS IS REALLY COOL!!!!!
finally the us government did something good. giving us info about how bill's blood works
omg the heart diagram is so cool - i don't know nearly enough about cardiology to say how accurate it is but IT IS COOL
i think euclydians being cold-blooded makes sense, i've read a couple fanfics where bill 'photosynthesizes'. i just like characters who are cold-blooded (see: Janus from Sanders Sides) because then you can make them lay on warm rocks in the sun and have a joyous time. i'm normal
i love the complete anatomy chart you made of him!!!! your honor, forget obliterating that twink, i want that triangle dissected!
ok. there were my insane ramblings. i am SO excited for the remaining parts of this!!!! i love it when people apply super scientific knowledge to the silliest things, i am HERE FOR IT!!!!! THANK YOU FOR MAKING THIS MASTERPIECE!
Speculative Biology of Euclydians (and Bill Cipher) part 2
Part 1
So this part is what you've all been waiting for, it took so long, but you'll quickly understand why. This part is:
The Biology of Bill Cipher
As always, this analysis is based on two assumptions:
Before Bill Cipher became a demigod, he was a biological, living organism and so were the rest of his species.
Even after Bill Cipher became a demigod, he still retained some physical characteristics of his biological form.
And a fair content warning: This contains anatomy illustrations. This isn't anything gory, but there are people who are squeamish, so you've been warned.
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And without further ado, let's begin.
External structures
Euclydians are animals with a very specific shape. They have a shell in a form of a geometric shape and four limbs. Bill is an equilateral triangle, so my analysis will be just on triangular Euclydeans.
They have bilateral symmetry. This type of symmetry is characterized by having a left and a right side placed like mirror images of each other. Humans and majority of Earthā€™s animals also have this feature.
Bilaterally symmetrical organisms usually have a distinct head region, because of a process known as cephalization. This process moves the animalā€™s brain and sensory organs towards one end of the body ā€“ the head. Euclydians have a head. Itā€™s the ā€œtip of the pyramidā€ on Bill and thatā€™s where the eye and other sensory organs and brain are located.
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Finally, Euclydeans are segmented. Their segments are clearly visible as those weird brick lines on their body. Bill also often separates his body into three segments. This is a part of his god powers, but it tells us that Euclydeans have three major body segments, Iā€™ll call them the tip, the middle and the base. Each segment contains specific organs.
Euclydeans are invertebrates. And yes, I know this image exists, but this is just Billā€™s trolling. Heā€™s making fun of human classrooms where we often find skeleton models. That skeleton wouldnā€™t even be functional, because it doesnā€™t have any joints in arms and legs, so it wouldnā€™t be able to move. And it has a hole where the brain would be, so you know, the fucking brain would fall out.
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It was outright stated that Bill has an exoskeleton. Having both external and internal skeleton would be a big waste because you have two systems that do the same thing. Besides, the way Bill's limbs move is much more similar to an invertebrate. His shell is also somewhat bendable which would not be possible if it was made of bone. And the eye-mouth complex that Bill uses to eat would also be completely impossible with a set of vertebrate jaws.
Euclydean shell (or exoskeleton) is nothing like anything here on Earth. Itā€™s most likely made out of silica combined with proteins. I say this because Bill turned to stone when he died and he also likes to eat glass, which is pure silica.
The exoskeleton is made out of several parts. It has a front (ventral) and back (dorsal) part. Both the front and the back part of the exoskeleton are made out of head region (the tip) and three layers of ā€œbricksā€ which are just segments of the exoskeleton.
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The front tip is probably made of more protein and elastic tissue than the back, because Bill has a very expressive ā€œfaceā€. This means that he also has quite complex facial muscles. The back of the head is probably the hardest part of the exoskeleton because it protects the brain. Bricks are in the middle since they have a very important role in speaking and breathing, but also allow the shell to bend.
Can Euclydeans change color, or is it just Bill Cipher using his god powers? Well, since he changes his color on instinct, I think they could! Bill can change color to black, yellow, red and blue. This means that he has a complex system of chromatophores ā€“ cells that contain little sacs full of pigment. When the sacs inflate, the body appears to be the color of the largest sac, whilst those deflated are invisible. Color changes depending on the pigments contained in inflated sacs. In Bill, the pigments are red, blue and yellow. Yellow is the standard color, it signifies neutral or content emotional state. He turns red when he's angry or wants to look intimidating and blue might signify fear, despair and cry for help. Black is the color of Euclydeanā€™s skin, so when they look black, itā€™s because all pigment sacs have deflated and the transparent shell allows us to see the skin underneath.
And yes, Euclydeans have black skin. I know some people say that Bill wears thigh high boots and long gloves, but to me, that doesnā€™t make any sense. Like, that image of him in Theraprism is showing him with clothes over his supposed gloves and boots. Why would they make him wear sneakers over boots? And why baby Bill has yellow hands? Well, thatā€™s something Iā€™ll tell you in the next part where Iā€™ll talk about babies.
Anyways, the skin is black, but we have no idea what it feels like. Seriously, so many people shook hands with Bill and nobody wrote down how his skin feels like! But we know that he has fingerprints. That means that he has very sensitive fingertips and that those little paws were made for grabbing things. Also, Bill doesnā€™t have any growths on his skin: no nails, hairs, scales etc. I know a lot of people love to draw Bill with claws, but he doesnā€™t have claws, not even in his most eldritch form. His fingers always remain small and soft. The legs have no fingers and the skin of the sole of their feet is probably thick.
Internal Structures
Coelom
Coelom is one of the most important organs, that you probably donā€™t know you even have! Itā€™s a fluid filled cavity whose role is to separate internal organs from the muscles of the body wall. This allows organs to move and grow independently of your muscles and it also protects and cushions them against impact. In humans coelom is complex and itā€™s made out of pericardial cavity (around the heart ā€“ allows heart to pump blood), pleural cavity (around lungs ā€“ allows lungs to expand while breathing) and peritoneal cavity (around digestive system ā€“ allows for expansion and movement of digestive organs).
I believe that Euclydeans also have some form of a coelom. Coelom is even more important in invertebrates, as thatā€™s where their immune system is and it can also serve as a supportive hydroskeleton. Since Euclydeans have a hard shell, they need the protection around their organs. Every shelled animal on Earth has coelom for that reason. They also need room for the food they eat, since the shell canā€™t expand and their limbs can enter the shell, so they need room for that too.
2. Nervous system
Euclydeans have a vast range of emotions, capability to communicate using speech, body language and even color shifting. They are as intelligent, or more intelligent than humans. They have a highly developed eye and other senses and all of this requires a nervous system. We saw Billā€™s optic nerve when his eye got pulled out during Weirdmageddon, so he does have a nervous system, but I can't tell you how exactly it looks like.
Thereā€™s one part of Bill that I bet is similar to human - itā€™s his brain. Bill claims that he can take control over any being a long as they have neurons. This is his god like power, but then, why just beings with neurons? Well, most likely, because he has neurons too and kind of understands how they work. Maybe his brain even produces similar neurotransmitters as ours, so weā€™re easy to control with them. The brain is in the tip of the pyramid, slightly above eye and it likely has a lot of neurons and a very complex structure. I canā€™t tell you how exactly is his brain organized, but since he's bilaterally symmetrical, itā€™s very likely that it has hemispheres. He likely also has two neural cords, like most invertebrates, and those run down the dorsal (back) side of his body
3. Senses
Euclydeans have camera lens type eyes. Now here I can only speak of Bill, since we havenā€™t seen any other Euclydian. Billā€™s eye is large, placed in the center of his ā€œfaceā€. It has eyelids with ā€œeyelashesā€ (more on them later) and produces tears (Bill cries after his break up with Ford). The pupil is slit and vertical and there is no iris. However, there are muscles that can change the shape and dilation of the pupil. The eye looks similar enough to human that I can confidently say that he has cornea, lens and sclera. The eye is filled with refractory fluid and has some form of retina in the back. Billā€™s eye changing color and being used as a projector or to shoot lasers are all parts of his god powers, however, it is possible that his species has a tapetum lucidum, a reflective layer of cells which help animals see in low light conditions and also makes the eye glow in the dark. Bill has color vision and he claims that he can see every part of the electromagnetic spectrum, but I think that's a part of his god powers. However, Euclydeans definitely could see in color, since their alphabet was basically a color code and they also use colors to express emotion.
Since Bill has fingerprints, we can confidently say that his fingers are the most sensitive part of his skin. Bill can feel through his shell too, just like every shelled organism ever (that's why he used Ford as a backscratcher). Tactile senses are very primitive, so Eucliydeans could feel cold, heat, pain, pressure, vibration and everything else just like we do.
Bill has a sense of smell and he even says which scents he finds attractive. This could mean that sense of smell plays a big role in reproduction of Euclydeans, but where is it located? Well, on the eyelashes. Except, those are not eyelashes, they are antennae. Bill has total eight of these antennae, 4 on lower and 4 on upper eyelid. They are very soft and sensitive, so he can retract them inside the eyelid. He does that when he feels threatened, so itā€™s probably a fight or flight response. His lashes get longer and he flutters his eyelid more near Ford, probably because he enjoys his smell. They are also located close to the mouth, so thatā€™s how he samples the scents of the food.
Euclydeans have great hearing. They communicate vocally, sing, Bill can play the piano, so obviously, they hear. But I have no idea what they use to hear. It could be the bow tie, since it does look vaguely ear shaped, but it's possible that the bow tie isn't actually an organ. In that case, they could have an unknown structure inside them or they could just use their thin exoskeleton to catch sound vibrations.
They taste using their long tongue.
4. Muscles and movement
We have seen Billā€™s muscles and they are striated skeletal muscles like mammals and insects have.
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As the shell is kind of bendy, there is a lot of muscles underneath it. Those are the muscles of the body, they also move the face and bricks while speaking. The limbs have muscles too and two kinds at that.
When Ford shoots through Billā€™s hat (which also a part of him) it is shown that inside of it are strange bone-like structures. These are not bones, since they arenā€™t articulated, but muscles do connect to them. They kind of remind me of echinoderm ossicles, but they donā€™t really look like them. This is another fully alien structure and Iā€™ll call them anchors.
You know how Billā€™s limbs can both bend just like human arms and legs, like he has elbows, wrists, knees and ankles, but they also bend like goofy rubber-hose cartoon anatomy? Well, thatā€™s because there are two types of muscles in them. There are muscles attached to the anchor points and subcutaneous muscles.
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Anchor points are located in the same places as joints in humans. Muscles that attach to them are long and strong and they are used for regulated, precise movement. The subcutaneous muscles (the one we see in his Weirdmageddon image) are used to bend the limbs in every other manner. They are not attached to anchors, but to the skin, so they resemble muscles of octopus arms. They are shorter and less strong, but when they act together they move the limbs in coils. These muscles are also responsible for squishing the limbs inside the shell when they are hidden.
Bill has incredible control and dexterity of his muscles, especially in arms and fingers. Even though his paws are soft and small, he can use them pretty much as efficiently as humans use their hands.
Possibly the strongest muscles in Bill's body are his jaw muscles, so let's talk about those jaws.
5. Eye-mouth complex and the digestive system
Having your eye used for feeding seems wild to us, but this adaptation is seemingly common in fictional geometric shaped people, as it has convergently evolved in Flatlandā€™s inhabitants as well. And, speak what you like, but Euclydeans canā€™t choke on their food, so they have it better than humans.
I donā€™t know what Flatlanders eat, but Euclydeans are definitely predators. Now, I know that Bill sometimes depicts himself with human like teeth. The guy has a thing for teeth, especially molars, but he doesnā€™t have mammalian teeth. In every image where he opens his mouth that was not made by him, we see that he has cone shaped sharp teeth, like a predator. These teeth are great for biting and subduing prey, but they suck at chewing. Euclydeans canā€™t chew, so they they feed by swallowing chunks that they bite off, or swallowing their food whole if itā€™s small enough.
Here I depicted how this ā€œeye-mouth complexā€ functions:
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Euclydeans have a stomach in the middle of their body, but I have no idea what goes after it. My best guess is that they have a branching intestine. Our flattest organisms (flatworms, sea stars and brittle stars) all have this type of intestine. It basically means that, instead of just going like a tube, the intestine branches into different parts of the body. I also have no idea whether they have an anus and if itā€™s just one. This is just something I canā€™t tell you.
Since Euclydeans are capable of eating a lot of various things, I expect that they have accessory digestive glands (thatā€™s liver and pancreas in humans). Strangely, despite the fact that his anatomy indicates a predator, Bill likes eating starch (pasta, empanadas, sandwiches etc). Most carnivores are unable to digest starch, so I went with god powers, but he ate sandwiches when he was a kid and had no god powers. So, we have two options. Either Euclydeans are omnivores (which, with those teeth, I doubt) or the animals on their planet store their excess calories as starch, not fat, so predators evolved the ability to digest it. If the second one is true, then Bill eating pasta is like your cat eating pure butter. Itā€™s probably not healthy for him, but I donā€™t think heā€™s a guy who would give a single crap about that.
6. Breathing and speaking
In The Book of Bill, Bill says that ā€œdumb trapezoids and rhombuses were sucking up his rightful oxygenā€. This means that Euclydeans are aerobic organisms ā€“ they breathe oxygen. Their skin is dry, so they don't use it for breathing and they also speak, laugh and sing. All of this tells me that they have lungs.
I believe that their lungs are located near the base where the bricks are. The gaps between bricks have little tracheae that lead to the lungs. Bill most likely breathes in from his back side and breathes out from the front. The air is probably forced to travel through small crevices inside the lungs so that it can exchange the oxygen with blood. We donā€™t know whether Euclydeans exhale carbon dioxide, but they probably do, since they can eat our food, so they probably have similar metabolism to us Earthlings.
Since Euclydeans can speak and laugh, they probably have some kind of a diaphragm. In fact, I think they have two! Their voice has an echo, which means that, most likely, their lungs donā€™t always expel air at the same time. Air expelling causes the bricks to vibrate which produces sound. Thatā€™s why Bill seems to glow when he speaks ā€“ heā€™s actually vibrating. This action is also controlled by muscles. Depending on which row of bricks is vibrating and how many of them are involved, Bill changes the pitch and tone of his voice.
And the growling noise? Well, when Bill uses his demonic voice, he is doing one of two things. He is either using his god like powers to modify his voice, or thatā€™s just how Euclydian vocal fry sounds. If you donā€™t know what vocal fry is, itā€™s produced when the vocal chords are vibrating slowly and they become out of sync. This produces a very specific sound and that sound can be made voluntarily. Thatā€™s how Mongolian throat singing works. Similarly, Euclydeans could slow down the rate at which their bricks vibrate and make them out of sync to produce that menacing ā€œdemon voiceā€ as a threat display.
7. Circulatory system
We know how Euclydean blood looks like. Itā€™s silvery and kind of seems like it glitches. It also contain chemicals that can make humans sick. This means that Euclydeans have much different blood from animals on Earth, but it certainly serves the same function. Itā€™s used to transport nutrients and oxygen through their body.
Since the agents from The Book of Bill were able to draw his blood, itā€™s clear that Bill has a circulatory system and a closed one at that. The closed circulatory system means that blood vessels end in capillary nets and donā€™t open inside the body cavity like they do in molluscs and insects. If the agents used syringe to pull Billā€™s blood and he had an open circulatory system, they could actually collapse the entire thing as they would pull his organs as well. Thatā€™s why I believe that he has a closed circulatory system.
Closed circulatory system requires a heart and I believe that Billā€™s heart is located between his lungs, like ours. I have no proof that his heart looked anything like in the illustration, but I looove cardiology, so I did all this just because I wanted to draw a weird heart. I donā€™t think Euclydeans have a super complex four chambered heart like we do, they most likely have two or three chambered heart. The heart separates lung and body circulation and regulates their blood pressure.
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The capillary nets are all located in important places: lungs where they exchange oxygen, intestines where they absorb nutrients and brain where they feed the neurons. Euclydeans have a rather large brain, so it probably uses most of their calories and oxygen.
8. Other systems
I canā€™t tell you anything abut Euclydean excretory system. I donā€™t know whether they produce urine or not, if they have kidneys, nephrocytes or something completely different. I genuinely have no idea.
They have to have an immune system because they are multicellular. Every single multicellular organism including sponges and plants has some form of an immune system. I believe Euclydeans have something similar to coelomocytes - a very common type of immune cells in invertebrates which reside in coelomatic cavity.
I'll talk about reproductive system in Part 3!
Are Euclydeans warm or cold-blooded?
This was a very tough one, because they could be both, but I am leaning more towards cold-blooded. They have very little muscle mass and heat is produced within the muscles via trembling or metabolic heat (heat released in various chemical reactions in the body). When an animal has very little muscle it isnā€™t used for that. Even mammals like sloths who have significantly reduced muscle mass become dependent on the surrounding temperature. Also, Euclydean flat shape can easily distribute heat they absorb, so they wouldnā€™t need to waste energy making their own. On top of that, Euclydeans donā€™t wear clothes, which can be a cultural thing, sure, but they could also not wear clothes because they need their skin exposed so that it could absorb heat.
Here's how Bill Cipher's complete inner anatomy looks like:
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There, I hope you enjoyed this! I'll see you hopefully next week to tell you about Euclydean reproduction and development.
Thank you @ok1237 @unoriginal-starwalker and @chrystalitar for your support :D
(Also, I hid Ford Pines in one of the anatomy illustrations. Can you find him? Click on the images for better quality!)
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celestie0 Ā· 2 months ago
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gojo satoru x reader | oneshot smut [18+]
title. around the clock
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Hooking up with your little brotherā€™s babysitter? That sounds more like a bad porno than a sensible decision.
į°” pairing. babysitter/boxing au - underground boxer & babysitter!gojo x college student!reader (f)
į°” summary. when underground boxer gojo satoru becomes a little strapped for cash, he gets a day job as a babysitter for a five-year-old kid named yuuji who most definitely has adhd (but thatā€™s besides the point). the kidā€™s mom gave gojo two rules, and two rules only: donā€™t accidentally kill my son, and do not flirt with my daughter. heā€™s pretty sure heā€™s got a good hold on the former, but heā€™s got no self control over the latter.
į°” warnings/tags. 18+, fem!reader, smut, casual sex, lil bit of fluff, lil bit of crack, slight age gap (readerā€™s 22 & gojoā€™s 27), cum play, creampie, unprotected sex, praise kink, slight degradation, gojo is a sleazebag that cares?, sort of porn-coded smut except thereā€™s a lil bit of lore so itā€™s kinda porn w plot, uhh having sex with risk of getting caught, gojo beats people up at night & then plays father figure to a 5 y/o during the day, mentions of violence/alcohol/drugs/blood/cigarettes
į°” word count. 12.6k
a/n. hiiii friends jeez it feels like FOREVER since i've posted some good ol' smut (still has plot tho xd)...hopefully you enjoy n see ya at the bottom! lmk if i missed any warnings! if you asked to be tagged but didnā€™t get tagged itā€™s bc you have your tags off aaa :( even when some ppl tried to fix it i still couldnā€™t tag them iā€™m sorry!!
alsoooooo so very much love to @starmapz for beta reading this for me :ā€) really helped me w my posting nerves haha. she is also a wonderful jjk author pls go check out her works!! šŸ’• ART CREDITS: @/3-aem
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2:34 pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): heyy um iā€™m sorry if this comes off kinda rude i just am kinda bad with this but i was wondering if you could text my mom for questions about yuujiā€™s care instead of me?
2:46pm Gojo Satoru: Oh 2:46pm Gojo Satoru: Yeah, sure
2:34 pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): sorry i know my mom doesnā€™t know much ab how to take care of him bc i was the one that took care of him for a while but i just really want to separate myself from that guardian role now that iā€™ve transferred to NYU yknow? :/ i think itā€™s not my place anymore. i just wanna be big sis now haha
2:46pm Gojo Satoru: I get it. Sorry if I was making you uncomfortable with my texts
2:48pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): no no not uncomfy by it, thanks for looking after him. itā€™s just iā€™m kind of busy n stuff so it can be distractingĀ 
2:49pm Gojo Satoru: Ok, got it
2:52pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): and it was kind of an issue with his last babysitter
2:53pm Gojo Satoru: Oh?
2:55pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): yeahhh like he would keep textinf me n stuff uhh kinda weird thingsā€¦ i told my mom about it and she was super pissed so she fired him
2:55pm Gojo Satoru: Weird things?
2:56pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): yeah he was always ā€œaccidentally sexting meā€ n like he sent me a dick pic once sooooo yeah
2:56pm Gojo Satoru: Who tf 2:56pm Gojo Satoru: Iā€™ll go beat him up
2:57pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): oh no no its fine lol 2:57pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): please dont beat anyone up 2:58pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): iā€™m not saying youā€™re like him tho i just think maybe less texting unless its an emergency okay?
3:00pm Gojo Satoru: Are you sure because I will totally go beat him up for you
3:01pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): NO I DONT WANT YOU TO BEAT ANYONE UP FOR ME 3:01pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): also no offense but you dont look like you could beat someone up
3:01pm Gojo Satoru: WHAT 3:02pm Gojo Satoru: Tf you mean ā€œno offenseā€ thatā€™s literally the most offensive thing you could say to a guy
3:04pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): yeaa i mean you have muscles ofc but in the ā€˜ohhh i wanna look good for instagramā€™ way and not like real man muscles yknow
3:06pm Gojo Satoru: Ok princess next time you visit home and go on one of your stupidly large grocery hauls Iā€™ll make sure you carry all those groceries in by yourselfĀ 
3:06pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): NO 3:07pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): I WAS JUST JOKING 3:07pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): YOURE SO STRONG TY FOR ALWAYS CARRYING THE GROCERIES INSIDE 3:08pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): PLEASE KEEP CARRYING MY GROCERIES INSIDE
3:09pm Gojo Satoru: Nah 3:09pm Gojo Satoru: Should we be texting right now? Iā€™m not sensing any emergencies here
3:11pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): pls. my groceries :(
3:16pm Gojo Satoru: Iā€™ll let the kiddo know you say hi šŸ‘‹šŸ¼Ā 
The irony of it all was that, if Gojo really wanted to, he absolutely could beat the shit out of someone. And he has, hundreds of times, pseudo professionally. Although that isnā€™t something heā€™d admit to you, out of fear that you might relay that info back to your mom who would then become mortified that sheā€™s entrusted her five-year-old sonā€™s life to the hands of an underground boxer.Ā 
But he needed the money. A night-time job didnā€™t really make daytime money, not when they could easily replace him with the next dude the second he gets knocked out of the ring more than twice, let alone if he let it happen once. And although he sometimes made large sums, it wasnā€™t stable income. He needed a back-up plan, and so babysitting it was.Ā 
The babysitter working nights at unsanctioned dojos and gyms located in the back of cartel blocks, knocking teeth out of men twice his size, would put any decent mother into a coma or induce some episode of syncope, hence why it wasnā€™t something he put on his resume before he got hired. Not that he even needed to provide a resume; your mom seemed desperate to cover the position as fast as possible, that promotion at work was moving faster than she wanted to, and Gojoā€™s beneficial attribute that he possessed as a candidate to look after her son, compared to all the other potential hires, was that he had a penis.
He likes the kid. Yuuji. Heā€™s got kind of a short attention span, and makes Gojo weary of his age. Hold up, that makes him sound like heā€™s geriatric, heā€™s really only the ripe old age of twenty-seven, but the immortality and infinite stamina that a five-year-old boy has on him is enough to have him huffing and puffing at the end of every single evening shift he takes on with the rascal.Ā 
Fighting is all sprint, and no stamina. Sure, there might be some more seasoned boxers that might disagree with him, but for someone as young as him in the field, itā€™s the tactic heā€™s been forced to gain. If he draws a fight on for too long, he'll get killed by a forty-two year old man with steroids clogging up his adipose tissue and enoughĀ  testosterone to grow a full-body beard by the time the sun starts to set. No, his strategy is to knock them out within the first fifteen seconds. Use their weight against them, and whatnot. A tactic heā€™s found has worked, since heā€™s been undefeated thus far.Ā 
He can never wrap his head around it. The drug lords that run the rings whoā€™ve gained millions the night before from selling crystal meth only to lose it all the night following in the second Gojo hooklines a solid punch to their betting boxerā€™s chin, making them see God & their Momma before they tap out (if theyā€™re even able).
He doesnā€™t pocket much money from it, not anything compared to what the men who bet on him end up making at least, but itā€™s a decently solid sum. How lucrative it really is depends solely on what he thinks the value of his life is.
Itā€™s not unheard of, boxers dying in the ring. Turns out, rich drug dealers care very little about the sheep theyā€™ve captured to perform their entertaining little stunts. But Gojo wasnā€™t doing all of this to feel some sense of work-life pride, no, it was just sustenance. When basic needs are not met, humans resort to the most animalistic of all behaviors, and while heā€™s not proud of what he does, he canā€™t deny the fact that itā€™s turned him into an adrenaline junkie that gets a rush in his veins every time he knocks a jaw loose.
But balance was key. And hence why heā€™s a boxer by night, babysitter by day. For at least four days a week, he gets to pretend heā€™s the kingā€™s most trusted appointed knight, or heā€™s the radioactive tyrannosaurus rex that wants to tyrannize all the other dinosaurs, or maybe heā€™s the evil power ranger (he always forgets which color that one was) that is determined to make the world a living hell by smashing mr. potatohead against the bunk bed post a billion times for all the other toys to see. Or whatever other imaginative hyperfixations Yuuji imposes on him in the later afternoon once heā€™s had his bowl of spaghetti-Oā€™s and is ready to play. Lately, the kidā€™s been really into space. Theyā€™ve got all sorts of space toys these days. Back in Gojoā€™s day, he just had a good olā€™ Buzz Lightyear.
ā€œOne rule, thatā€™s it: donā€™t accidentally kill my son. Actually, one more rule. Donā€™t flirt with my daughter.ā€Ā 
Thereā€™s a part of Gojo that believes your mom kind of knows heā€™s up to shady shit at night, otherwise why else would she clause for him to not flirt with you if she didnā€™t read the slight swell to his eye and the healing gash across his cheek as anything other than this boy is trouble and I want him nowhere near my too-good-for-him daughter of reproductive capacity since thatā€™s the exact tale of how I became a single mother in the first place. Or maybe he inherently looks like heā€™s up to no good? Heā€™s not sure which angle is more offensive, and which one was more flattering. Well in any case, she entrusted Yuujiā€™s life to him, despite acknowledging the plausibility of harm, and that means she overall thinks positively of him, right? ā€¦ā€¦right?
The first night he met you, it was awkward to say the least. Gojo spends most of his nights performing deadly stunts for middle aged men with potbellies, and most of his days hanging out with a five-year-old (one who heā€™d argue is his only friend at this point). Sure, heā€™s got some people he sees occasionally back in his high school hometown when he can brave hearing about how everyoneā€™s in college now or doing a masters or theyā€™re working respectable nine-to-five day jobs meanwhile he has to lie to his Pops that heā€™s been working in insurance for the past two years. Listen, in fairness, he probably makes the same amount of money as an insurance broker would anyways, but he canā€™t exactly own up to the identity of his craft.Ā 
Anyways, the point is, heā€™s not used to seeing other people his age anymore. Thereā€™s the occasional hook-up with girls he hasnā€™t seen since Mrs. Tracyā€™s homeroom period back in sweet two-thousand-sixteen, or his twice-a-year hangout with Suguru where he only learns the day of where he's visiting from since the guy moves around more than Gojo can keep up with. But save for that, he mostly just sees your mom and then Yuuji.Ā 
So seeing you standing in the kitchen for the first time when he went to put Yuujiā€™s half-finished GoGurt back in the fridge was startling to say the least. When the sight of a woman startled him, he knew he needed to start getting out again.
You were on your tiptoes, reaching up to grab at something over the fridge, and wearing these ridiculously short shorts to where he could see the curve of your ass, his line of sight trailing down the skin of your bare legs. He couldnā€™t see anything of your form above your shorts, given you were wearing an extremely baggy t-shirt with NYU on it in big bolded university letters. As far as he knew, you were a senior at NYU, studying psychology, made deanā€™s list consecutively for the past three years given the way your mother posted all your stellar transcripts up on the fridge (he gets that sheā€™s proud of her daughter, but doesnā€™t that kind of stuff usually end in grade school?) But other than that, it was all the information he had on you.
ā€œHere,ā€ he said, pressing his front to your back, maybe just to get a feel, as he reached over to you to finally grab the box of cereal you were swatting for, the one that he purposefully placed at the back because Yuuji learned how to climb counters recently. ā€œIs this what you want?ā€
He had heard you gasp, spinning around on your heel fast, staring up at him with wide eyes like you werenā€™t expecting some random man to be in the house right now, and your first instinct ended up being to grab the knife out of the kitchen knife block and lunge it straight at his torso.
If it wasnā€™t for his boxer reflexes, heā€™d have ended up at the ER that evening. Or dead. All depending on the strength you could pack into a stab. But instead, he deflected it, though not without a gash to his torso through the fabric of his shirt, one that you spent the rest of the evening profusely apologizing for and eventually mending to with cotton balls and neosporin.Ā 
ā€œI didnā€™t know you were my little brotherā€™s babysitter,ā€ you mumbled with a small wince on your face as you dabbed ointment on the wound while he pulled the hem of his shirt up to his shoulder. Heā€™s never had an injury tended to before. It was nice.
ā€œItā€™s fine, I get it, totally acceptable response to seeing a random dude in your house.ā€
He remembers the curl of your eyelashes while you stared down at his bare upper half, something he imprinted on his memory rather than the concern in your face as your fingertips traced the scars across his chest. He hoped they made you feel better about the one you just slashed into him, because after all, what was one more?Ā 
He knows he shouldnā€™t have, but he kissed you that night. Two minutes before your mom came home, and right after you bid him goodnight with one more apology, he backed you up against the door of your bedroom, his hands on your hips pulling you towards him, and his lips pressed against yours. Something seamless, from candid conversation that was heading towards an end, to full fledged making out against white-painted wood, his teeth nipping at your lip and he wondered just how touch-starved those university boys were leaving you given the desperate way youā€™d clinged to his shirt for dear life as he deepened the kiss.
The moment only lasted one minute and fifty-seven seconds, and in the remaining three, your motherā€™s key pushed into the front door and he had to pull away. Always, on the dot, 10PM, she was home. It was how he knew he had two minutes left to make a move in the first place.
So much for no flirting.
6:57pm Gojo Satoru: Bahahah I accidentally forgot where yuujiā€™s epipen is 6:58pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo] 6:59pm Gojo Satoru: Turns out this can-o-soup was just covering it in the cabinet
7:01pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): ??? why did you need to find his epipen
7:08pm Gojo Satoru: Oh he accidentally took a bite of my pad thai 7:09pm Gojo Satoru: I freaked cuz I thought it had peanuts in it but I remember I asked for it without anyĀ  7:09pm Gojo Satoru: shitā€™s crazy
7:10pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): WHY THE FUCK DIDNT YOU TEXT ME????????
7:12pm Gojo Satoru: YOU SAID YOU DIDNT WANT ME TEXTING YOU UNLESS IT WAS AN EMERGENCY ?
7:13pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): SATORU YOU THOGHT HE ATE SOMETHING W PEANUTS IN IT AND YOU FORGOT WHERE HIS EPIPEN WAS THATSS A FUCKIGN EMERGENCY
7:15pm Gojo Satoru: THE KID IS DOING FINE HES ALIVE JESUS LEAVE ME ALONE 7:16pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo] 7:16pm Gojo Satoru: See. heā€™s chill 7:17pm Gojo Satoru: with intact airways might I add 7:18pm Gojo Satoru: Also isnā€™t he a little too old to still be watching baby sensory videos?
7:20pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): yeah my mom thinks he has adhd :(
7:22pm Gojo Satoru: oh
He tried to keep his word though (although he doesnā€™t recall ever giving it) out of the respect he had for your mom. She was a hard-working lady, single mom of two who went from working three jobs to now being a major administrator at a big law firm near the outskirts of town. It was an underdog story if heā€™d ever heard one, and he loved an underdog story.Ā 
But a little texting here and there wouldnā€™t hurt, right? Or so he thought, until you told him to cut it out with the contact. Maybe you were just trying to be the good one in this situation. After all, hooking up with your little brotherā€™s babysitter? That sounds more like a bad porno than a sensible decision. Still, heā€™ll eventually get your replies to his which shirt should Yuuji wear to the park? and look, the toothfairy gave him the butt of a joint and a couple thumbtacks for his front tooth. heā€™s ecstatic texts, although in a less timely manner than before when you werenā€™t trying to preserve propriety. And when youā€™d occasionally visit every other weekend, heā€™d do his best to keep his hands in his pockets, and youā€™d fill up your nights with hangouts with your hometown friends to avoid spending too much time with him at the house. A silent agreement to not fuck each other, it was.Ā 
4:55pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): send pic of yuuji pls i miss him :(
5:04pm Gojo Satoru: [sent a photo]
5:08pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): IS THAT BLOOD?!?!?!?!
5:09pm Gojo Satoru: chillllllll itā€™s fake. Weā€™re working on his halloween costume
5:09pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): WHY DOES IT HAVE BLOOD?!?!?!?!?!?
5:10pm Gojo Satoru: He wants to be a baby xenomorph and I'm his parasitic host. You know that iconic chestburster scene from the old school alien movies? yeah
5:12pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): satoru please for the love of god just dress him up as a dinosaur or something
5:13pm Gojo Satoru: Iā€™m not the one that came up with the idea, okay? It was him
5:14pm yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): because you let him watch adult swim with you before putting him to bed. youā€™ve deranged his brain.
5:14pm Gojo Satoru: He needs it. Builds character.
Gojo was living a double life, and if someone asked him, heā€™d say it was less of a Clark Kent way and more of a Bruce Wayne way, although in reality, he knows itā€™s close to neither. Heā€™s no superhero with a concealed identity fighting crime, heā€™s a con artist thatā€™s tricked a hard-working woman into hiring him just because heā€™s trying to save up enough money to get the fuck out of this godforsaken town, given heā€™s not knocked dead before then for the crimeā€™s amusement.
But Yuuji looks up to him now. And Gojoā€™s grown attached to him too. He taught the kid how to tie his own shoes and piss inside the actual toilet like a real man. And that kidā€™s the only thing thatā€™s made him question any of this. Maybe thatā€™s what dads feel, suddenly held to all this impossible responsibility and the pressure to stop doing stupid shit so that youā€™ll stick around to see your kids get older. The thought that there are eyes on you now, eyes that are innocent and hopeful and learning, and because they know nothing at all, you feel the responsibility to protect them from everything. For fucks sake, remind him to never become a dad.Ā 
ā€œDo you like my sister?ā€ Yuuji had asked him out of nowhere one afternoon after he just got home from preschool, stacking a blue cube over a yellow one at the dining table.
ā€œUhh,ā€ Gojo starts. He wondered if your mom had put a wire on the kid, so his answer was as diplomatic as he could manage. ā€œYeah, sheā€™s cool. Youā€™ve got a cool sister.ā€
ā€œBut. But.ā€ Yuuji stutters, trying to find his big boy words. He stretches up higher to reach the top of his stack of blocks, but he only has so much arm real estate at the age of five. ā€œDo you like her like you wanna kiss her?ā€
Gojo grabs the block from the kidā€™s hand, for a moment questioning Yuujiā€™s decision to want to put a blue block over another blue block, but he figures aesthetics are the least of a kidā€™s concern, and so he places the block where Yuuji wanted it.Ā 
Why does the kid know what kissing is anyway? Do kids know that kind of stuff at that age? Isnā€™t a kiss to a five-year-old just something their mom gives to them before they head off to preschool for the day? And not something that happens between adult men and women? Maybe he should stop watching that adult swim in front of him.
ā€œNo. I donā€™t want to kiss your sister,ā€ he says, again, because he is suspicious of a wire. It was a lie and then some, because he wants to do a lot more than just kiss you.
Gojo lifts the RedBull he was nursing up to his lips and watches Yuuji in the corner of his eye as the kid stares at his growing stack of blocks with a concentrated expression on his face, his chubby fingers squeezing tightly into little round dimpled balls, like heā€™s putting together all his tiny brain cells together to form another coherent thought before turning to face Gojo on the chair.
ā€œItā€™s ok. You can kiss her if you wanā€™ed to. You can marry her too,ā€ Yuuji says.
Gojo almost spits out his RedBull. He barely manages to swallow it, a broken cough immediately leaving his throat when some of the liquid goes down the wrong pipe and heā€™s smacking a fist against his chest to knock the sanity back into himself.
ā€œWhere the fuā€”ā€¦where the flip did that come from?ā€ he asks, blinking back tears from the rasp in his throat.
Yuujiā€™s small shoulders sulk as he sits back on his heels. ā€œI want a papa.ā€
Oh fuck that hurt. Jesus christ, there was nothing more sad than that. Yuuji has literally never known what itā€™s like to have a dad, since his had left before he was even born. Gojoā€™s not really close to his old man by any means, but he had still been a fatherly figure in some pivotal moments when he had needed it growing up. Kids need their dads. And heā€™s seen enough people lose their way without one to know that the value of them is really underestimated.
Heā€™s also kind of shocked that Yuuji really did think of you as his motherly figure. Maybe since it had always just been him and his dad, Gojo learned how to self sustain from a young age, and he and his dad became accustomed to just looking after their own interests to avoid the headache of tending to one another. My land is my land, and your land is yours, and there was the occasional Saturday night spent together with his dadā€™s millions of beer bottles emptied dry on the carpet in front of the 1992 box TV as the two shared a greasy pizza from the place down the street. That was the extent of family solidarity that he knew.
But he canā€™t imagine being barely eighteen and having to take care of your little brother all by yourself because your mom was too busy trying to put food on the table and was too poor to hire a babysitter. Your mom tried so damn hard to keep you away from the single teenage mother life, but somehow ended up giving it to you by proxy in the end anyway. It was no wonder you wanted space now that Yuujiā€™s a little older and your mom can afford a babysitter. No matter how much you might love your sibling, being their effective guardian out of pure necessity had to have taken a toll.
Gojo clears his throat before he speaks. ā€œBuddy. If I married your sister, weā€™d be brothers. I wouldnā€™t be your dad.ā€Ā 
Yuujiā€™s eyes light up at the word brother. ā€œBrothers? Me and you?ā€
ā€œYeah. Bros.ā€
The kid giggles, all bubbly with cheeks rounding fully and eyes sparkling. Gojo reaches out to ruffle at his hair before Yuuji gets down onto one stubby leg at a time from the chair then bolts towards the kitchen.
ā€œJuice!!ā€ he yells somewhere around the corner out of sight.
Gojo sighs, staring at all the toys he pulled out for Yuuji to play with, all left in a scattered mess across the table. He gets up out of his chair and heads towards the fridge. ā€œYeah, yeah. Iā€™ll get you your juice, you little demon.ā€
The conclusion he comes to, and it might read like an obvious one, is that kids donā€™t really know the reality of life, hence why adults hide so much from them.Ā 
This is what he thinks of tonight when he wraps his worn out boxing tape around his hands and his wrist, tightening it with his teeth, and he can smell the sweat and grime from them. The back of the underground gym had an old dated locker room, and as Gojo stretches his neck side to side while sitting on the stiff metal bench, he eyes the peeling red paint of the locker in front of him, blurring vision making it look like spilt blood.Ā 
His phone pings with a text. He shuffles inside his duffle bag to look for it while his other hand scratches at his bare chest.
1:07am yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): hhhhhhhhhiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii 1:07am yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): omgomgomg sor y iā€™mĀ 
He blinks at the screen, confusion flashing across his face. He types one letter, but then he sees three dots and a speech text bubble in the bottom left, so he waits for you.
1:09am yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): i drunk :(
The corner of his mouth ticks up slightly.Ā 
1:09am Gojo Satoru: Yeah I can tell
1:10am yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): at a apartyyyy
His eyebrows raise slightly, the thought of you tipsy on some frat party couch flashing through his mind, yet of all things you could be doing at that frat party, youā€™re texting him? Must be a really boring party.
1:11am yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): whyyy are you aawake?
1:12am Gojo Satoru: Couldnā€™t sleep 1:12am Gojo Satoru: Donā€™t you have a midterm in the morning?
1:14am yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): wtf hwo do you knwo that
1:15am Gojo Satoru: Your mom keeps your schedule posted on the fridge
1:15am yuujiā€™s sister (no flirting): im so fucked;ā€™;(((
He snorts. Heā€™s got a bit more life experience than you, five-ish years to be exact, more than enough time to master the no-hangover hangout, but just before he can offer you some advice, he sees another text from you.Ā 
1:16am yuujiā€™s sister (no flirting): can i tell u smethingĀ 
His gaze flits up to the ceiling briefly, and he hears commotion outside the thick walls of the locker room. The previous fight was over, and fast. The guy mustā€™ve been knocked out in under twenty seconds tops, which means that Gojo was next up against whatever superbeast just beat him up.Ā 
1:17am Gojo Satoru: Sure
He stands up, placing his phone down on the bench before he flexes the muscles in his arms a couple times to get the blood flowing into them. And thereā€™s the noise of another ping. Actually, four.
1:14am yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): sonetimes 1:14am yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): i thikn ofĀ  1:14am yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): when u kisse me 1:14am yuujiā€™s sis (no flirting): *kissed me
His eyes widen slightly, irises dry to the ashy cigarette smoke from outside lingering in the air, and his heart rate picks up a bit. An adrenaline junkie with close to no fear in his veins due to the way his amygdalaā€™s been fried to a crisp from years of boxing, yet heā€™s got his breath hitched from the memory of your soft lips against his. It makes the blood rushing through the muscles of his arms rush somewhere down south instead.
Loud banging on the door of the locker room jolts him out of his trance, and heā€™s stiff around the edges once more.
ā€œSatoru! Youā€™re up, man,ā€ he hears Danny, the fight coordinator, yell at him from the other side of the heavy & poorly-installed steel door.
Gojo sighs, glancing down at the texts on his phone. To respond, or not to respond. Youā€™re off your face, clearly chatty from the alcohol, and he knows for certain youā€™ll regret every life decision youā€™ve ever made once you wake up in the morning and see the self sabotaging behaviors youā€™ve engaged in tonight. He knows that responding to you might put you at ease rather than straight up ignoring you, but the feeling will pass, and he has a match to win with no more room left to stall.
He makes his way out the locker room, pushing past the crowded halls of people underneath dim flashing club lighting, some dudes angrily jerking to face him when he pushes past them with a stiff shoulder, only for their eyes to widen when they see just exactly who pushed them.Ā 
Thereā€™s strippers in the ring, doing some routine for pre-match, and Gojo narrows his eyes at the man he sees laying back over the rubber boundary rope, head tipped back up to the ceiling with a wicked grin on his face. So that was his opponent? Heā€™s never seen the guy before. Was he from a different district? Different district talent was tough, you had no background info on them, while theyā€™ve been preparing to be here for weeks. Hence why boxers tend to do better when they visit a different district than they do in their own. There have been rules made to limit these types of fights, mostly over outrage that it was unfair to bid on them, but they were also usually more entertaining to watch. Gojoā€™s got a sick feeling to his stomach as the strippers clear the ring.
ā€œHey,ā€ Gojo calls out, grabbing Danny by the back of his collar and dragging him towards him and away from the girls stepping down onto the floor, ā€œwhatā€™s in for this fight?ā€
Danny glances up at the ceiling. ā€œTarpā€™s bettinā€™ tonight, so it canā€™t be anything less than ten grand for you. Iā€™d say tops fifteen?ā€
Gojo narrows his eyes further, then glances off into the ring again. The man stands up, and Gojo gets a better look on his face. Heā€™s got short hair, neon green in color with a dark fade underneath and tattoos all over his face. But those eyes. They were freakishingly red, and it made him uneasy. He knows the type. The type of boxers that do this to genuinely hurt people for thrill. Make no mistake, Gojo understands heā€™s made himself out to be like that too, gaining some kind of rush out of this profession, but this type of fighter was different. The type to literally continue smashing a dudeā€™s face into the floor until theyā€™re a bloody mess even minutes after the winning call, and no referee to stop it because thatā€™s the kind of action the spectators wanted.
Danny reads his line of sight. ā€œThatā€™s Gale. Newtonā€™s new boxing toy. Came outta nowhere about a month ago. Heā€™s undefeated so far in his district, and Newton specifically wanted to see you up against him tonight,ā€ Danny tells Gojo, resting his elbow up on his bare shoulder. ā€œChances are heā€™ll compete with Tarp for final bid if you win this one. Iā€™m talking twenty-five grand in the next if you can knock him out in this.ā€
ā€œUh-huh,ā€ Gojo acknowledges, rolling his shoulder so Dannyā€™s elbow falls from it. Forget the money, he just wants to make it out of this alive.
He sets his foot up on the square, ducking through the dividing boundary straps and the tacky caution construction tape that the gym thinks creates an exciting ambience. He hears the static of the speakers as the announcers call out Gojoā€™s name, then this other guy, loud bass club music booming through Gojoā€™s chest as he tries to take a few deep breaths through the thick air of this low-ceiling arena.Ā 
The dim overhead lights flickered, casting shadows over the makeshift ring, and the crowd pressed tight around at every perimeter area, yelling and pushing, one even tosses a beer bottle on the square and it shatters, spreading glass all across, a few shards reaching Gojoā€™s feet and he looks down at them with a shudder. A fight immediately breaks out in the crowd over something related or possibly entirely unrelated, and heā€™d have no way of knowing as he swipes the shards away with his heel.
The influential men always sat up on higher seating, off towards the back in their own VIP section where they suck in the smoke of fat cigarettes and peer through 100% tinted sunglasses to assess the boxers theyā€™ve bid thousands on. The light reflects off the golden grills of their teeth with every snarl at any passerby that gets too close, like a lion in its den. Thatā€™s what the sanction was called. Lionā€™s den.
Gojo sighed, eyeing the twisted grin of this Gale guy across from him. Was that his real name? Usually, foreign district guys get nicknames. Gojoā€™s always thought the nicknames were tacky, and heā€™s accumulated some of his own over the years, but to his ears, none of them ever really landed, although The White Fox admittedly was kinda nice. Reminded him of throwback shooting games.Ā 
He sucked a breath in through his teeth, holding his hands up in front of his chest in weak fists, storing energy in them in the form of pure anticipation alone, and then the bell rang.
His opponent lunged towards him immediately, fists flying in a barrage of reckless strikes, and Gojoā€™s eyes momentarily widened in the briefest moments of hesitation he had been allowed before ducking and dodging every one of this guy's shots, then jumping a step back to create distance.
Fuck. He was fast. Not just boxer fast, athlete fast. There was a difference. And it wasnā€™t a good one to be up against.
Gojo picked up light on his feet. He couldnā€™t win this one fast, that much was certain. One single careless or reckless move, and heā€™ll get tackled. He knows that by the malicious look he sees on that guyā€™s face, grin wide like heā€™s some cannibalistic beast.Ā 
Stepping back towards the center, Gojo purposefully set himself up for Gale to swipe a vicious hook towards his head, before Gojo last minute ducked down, crouched to the floor, and swung his leg out to knock the guy off balance by his ankles, and he falls onto his back with a loud thud!
Thereā€™s a moment of momentary silence from the crowd, right before Gojo put the man in a torso-lock, twisting him in a way a human body should absolutely not be twisted, hearing the grunts of pain and the crack of spine even through the shouts of the crowd.
He can hear it. Kill him! Knock his fucking teeth out! Snap his neck like a goose, man! FIN-ISH HIM! FIN-ISH HIM! FIN-ISH HIM!
He feels like throwing up.Ā 
Gojo looks up at the referee, who wasnā€™t really a referee, just there to run the clock when there was action and only barely stop it before near death. ā€œThis is enough, right?ā€ he asks.
The referee nods. ā€œ1-0, next round.ā€
Gojo lets go of his opponent, leaving him there to heave for a moment before he gets up onto his feet again. Just needs one more, and heā€™s a winner. Ten grand in his pocket, and he wonā€™t have to come back here for a couple weeks.
Gale gets up, swiping at the spit that had trickled out the corner of his mouth down to his chin, and he had an enraged look on his face. The second the bell rang for the second round, he exploded forward towards Gojo with even more fervor than before, gritted expression with a thirst for violence fueling the storm of punches he was throwing towards Gojo but he tried to remain calm, light on his feet, swiftly duck and avoid before he can find another opportunity to clear a sharp, clean jab right to the ribsā€”
sometimes, i think of when you kissed me
Gojo misses his strike, leaving his guard wide open, and Gale takes the opportunity to land a solid punch straight to his jaw, sending his mouth guard flying straight out of his mouth into the air, and knocking him backwards onto the ground with a thud and then he finds himself staring up at the rusting metal ceiling and a ringing in his ears that almost matches the roar of the crowd.
His head is in a haze, dizzy like where one second could feel like a millennia. He feels a soreness underneath his chin, a pain that radiates to his mouth, and he briefly swipes his tongue over his front teeth to make sure he still has all of them.Ā 
What the fuck was that? That intrusive thought. Thereā€™s no intrusive thoughts allowed in life or death situations, not when he was always just one smash to the head away from a permanent concussion. But, fuck, he canā€™t help it. Canā€™t help thinking of you. Even when his vision has gone blurry and he should really be weary about what happens next in this ring, his mindā€™s just thinking about you, at some frat party, tipping back shots of tequila and waiting for a text-back in response to your tipsy ones. Were you even waiting up on him? Have you already passed out on the couch, or were your friends dragging you back to your dorm? Or are you fucking some other dude right now? Has he got his hand up your top, squeezing at you, sleazily feeling you up before spilling beer all down your shirt, and are you kissing him back with the same enthusiasm, your phone now somewhere long slipped between the cushions of the couch and out of sight?
Even though itā€™s still sore, he tenses his jaw. Grinds his teeth, even. Tasting blood somewhere along the line of his gums, he realizes his lip is split. He licks at it, the flavor of copper more rich on his tongue, and he clenches his fists tightly. Whyā€™s he thinking of that right now? It just pisses him off, the thought of you with some other dude. Maybe thatā€™s what he needs to win this fight. Spite. Although heā€™s not sure why the guy across from him at the ring has to pay for it.
He lifts his head up off the ground, and while it felt like years he had been down, a glance at the timer tells him itā€™s only been a solid four seconds. A solid four seconds that his opponent had to fully charge a lunge towards him with the look of death in his face, raising his elbow up into the air in time with his leap, ready to come straight down, and Gojoā€™s eyes widen at the sight above him from where heā€™s still lying on the wood.
ā€œShitā€”ā€ he cusses, rolling his body over to the side so that the dude falls straight down onto the floor rather than elbow Gojo in the fucking ribs, and then he gets back up on his feet.Ā 
Stakes were high, he has to end this, he has to end this now, and he flexes the muscle in his right bicep, channeling everything he has into this one blow, and before Gale even really has a chance to turn around and face him again, Gojoā€™s already three-fourths set up a knockout undercut that he drives straight up the guyā€™s chin, with so much force it has him lifting up off the floor, a vertebrate stretch to his spine before heā€™s sent flying backwards and slammed against the tight rubber lining of the ring to where he was half hanging over it.
The room fell silent for a split second, then erupted in a roar as the referee fell to one knee beside Gale, checking him for any semblance of consciousness, and when he found none, he waves the match off.Ā 
Gojoā€™s eyes flit up towards the lionā€™s den, the only opinions that he really needed to care about were sitting in those mahogany chairs with glasses of scotch swirling around in their hands, and he sees some of them looking straight at Gojo before leaning towards one another and discretely talking about something he canā€™t make out because he doesnā€™t know how to read lips.
He feels someone tug at his arms from behind, pulling him to crouch down and he balances back on the balls of his feet. He glances down through the ring at the floor. Danny was leaning against the wooden surface of it. ā€œDude. Go.ā€ He jerks his head towards Gale, who still laid there sprawled across the now stretched out rubber perimeter bands. ā€œGo fuck him up. Knock a few more teeth out, I donā€™t know, get some more blood out of him.ā€
ā€œWhat?ā€ Gojo huffs, yanking his arm away from Dannyā€™s grip. ā€œThe fuck are you saying?ā€
ā€œI told you, man, Newtonā€™s here and heā€™s got his eye on you. Go give him a show,ā€ Danny says, ā€œdo it.ā€ And when he sees clear frustration on Gojoā€™s face he sighs. ā€œTwenty-five grand, consider that, will you?ā€
Gojo sneers at the man, an awful taste in his mouth as he spits blood towards Dannyā€™s feet. ā€œGo fuck yourself on his cock if he wants a show that bad.ā€ And then he ducks underneath the bands and hops back down onto the floor, pushing past people who were trying to grab at him and pull at him and lift him up and even throw him down until he made it through flashing hallways and back to the locker room.
He shuts the door behind him, sliding the bolt lock into the frame so no one can follow him inside, and then he leans his weight back against the chilling steel before tipping his head back until it hits the surface too.
He lets out of a few deep breaths, then stares down at the sting he finds over his knuckles. Red and blistering from the last punch he delivered, and heā€™s almost certain he broke a bone in his hand. Fuck. It was bleeding across the cuts, too. He had to figure out a way to get it all healed by tomorrow, as if that was humanly possible, just because he doesnā€™t want Yuuji questioning him about it.
Yuuji. For fucks sake, when has he ever thought about the kid this much? When has he ever thought about much of anything when heā€™s out here or in the ring? Heā€™s a babysitter by day. Heā€™s a ā€œpartā€ of your family when the sun is up and normal functioning society is breathing their lives into the clean air. Thatā€™s it. Heā€™s no five-year-oldā€™s caretaker in front of all these primetime drug lords, and he certainly shouldnā€™t be thinking of you when facing big, burly men heā€™s aiming to rough up, all within the dead hours of night. So then how come these thoughts are on his mind at all times, twenty-four-seven, around the clock?
He heads further into the locker room, glancing down at the bench where heā€™d left his phone, then picks it up, neck craned all the way down to glance at the screen as he holds his phone by his hip because he doesnā€™t have any energy to pick it up any further towards his eyesight.Ā 
He sees your messages. You never sent any follow-up ones, just your horrendously typed out sonetimes, i thikn of when u kisse me *kissed me across the span of four texts, and Gojo runs a tired hand down his face.
He tips his head back to groan at the ceiling, guttural with no basis other than a release of all the pent up frustration of every sort, then he types in a couple messages to you,
3:23am Gojo Satoru: Thatā€™s nice 3:24am Gojo Satoru: I think about fucking you all the timeĀ 
ā€”and then tosses his phone into his duffel bag to call it a night.
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Youā€™re awoken to your alarm blaring heavily, and you whack your arm across your nightstand table beside your tiny twin-size bed to hit the snooze button, then rub your eye with a loose fist while smacking at the residual taste of alcohol you have on your tongue.Ā 
ā€œMmā€¦ā€ you mumble to yourself. And then the thirst hits you. The overwhelming, intense, unquenchable thirst that leaves your mouth feeling like the Sahara desert before you grab your twice-dented Hydroflask from the nightstand, twist the cap off and chug about twenty ounces of water in one breath.Ā 
You let out a deep exhale and fall back into bed, your hand resting on top of your water-filled tummy, and you stare up at the ceiling of your dorm.Ā 
Last night was horrible. You knew you shouldnā€™t have gone to that frat party, especially given you have an exam inā€”you checked the time on your phoneā€”about an hour, and an hour was not enough time to recover from the raging hangover headache thatā€™s pounding through your head. But your roommates insisted you went, and so go you did. You never knew what to expect, always torn between shaving your pussy before you go or throwing on a stained pair of sweatpants to keep the guys away instead. Sometimes, it was a combination of both. But last night, you ended up drinking more than you usually do, and that always led to poor, poor, poor decisions, in which all the sense of pride you had in yourself was washed down with the puke that you hurled into the upstairs toilet.Ā 
You grab at your phone again, briefly seeing that your friends had sent you some photos from the night. You immediately swiped off to the side to dismiss the notifications, because as far as you were concerned, you never wanted to see those photos in your life.
And then, in the briefest of moments, you saw a familiar name in your notifications that made you heart skip a beat.
Gojo Satoru (yuujiā€™s babysitter)
With an immediate gasp, you pulled your phone to your chest and held it there, blinking up at the pale yellow ceiling, your heart picking up in rhythm.
Oh fuck.
That was right.
You drunk texted him last night.
You drunk texted your little brotherā€™s hot babysitter.
Fuck.
Mortified was an understatement, possibly because you donā€™t even remember what you said, and so you donā€™t even want to see what he replied with.
You groan, rubbing both your hands across your face then kick your sheets back with your feet like a child having a temper tantrum because you were so embarrassed you had even texted him at all last night. I mean, he was hot. A little older than you, really gorgeous eyes, tall, and, yeah, you gave him shit for the Instagram muscles thing, but thatā€™s only because you thought heā€™d find it cheeky that you were trying to humble him despite the fact that heā€™s more toned and ruggedly sculpted than any other man youā€™ve ever met. You didnā€™t want to have a flustered schoolgirl attitude because it would just seep through to his ego.
In any case, he was hot, there was no denying it, so can you really blame yourself? But still. There was collateral with this. You had to see him every other weekend. He knows your family, even your extended since they invited him to Thanksgiving dinner a couple weeks ago. A high-risque drunk text recipient if he ever was one (of course he has been, look at that face). Why couldnā€™t you have just drunk texted ECON160 guy from last semester who Clit DJā€™d you underneath your desk at the back of the lecture hall instead?
The thing that made you nervous about Gojo Satoru was that he was just soā€¦confident? Like, in that I was raised to be this way confident and not that I fought inner demons my whole life to barely end up this way confident, yā€™know? Never had to fake it ā€˜til he made it, he just was. At least that was the kind of energy you got from him, and unfortunately for you, it was nerve wracking but enticing all at the same time.
You sigh. ā€œStupid. Stupid. Stuuuuuupiiiiidddddddddddd. You. Are. So. Stuuuuuupiiiiddddddd,ā€ you sigh, running your hands through your hair to grip at the strands.
You pull your phone away from your chest, and finally brave yourself to read the texts from your notifications screen, but not without blurring your vision a little to further stall. And then you finally refocus it to read them. The first one you see has you gaspingā€”
3:24am Gojo Satoru (yuujiā€™s babysitter): I think about fucking you all the timeĀ 
It has heat spreading across your cheeks, and you blink at your screen, then quickly swipe up to read the previous messages with rushed glides of your index finger on the screen to see that he had sent it to you in response to your barely coherent texts about how you still so often think about that time he randomly pressed you up against the door of your bedroom to kiss you that night you first met him.
I think about fucking you all the time
At 3 in the morning? He decided to send that text at 3 in the fucking morning? That was the devilā€™s hour. Whatā€™s he trying to tell you?Ā 
Oh come on, youā€™re not stupid. And you know he isnā€™t either. The sexual tension was palpable, it was there since the day you two met and you almost stabbed him, and also everytime you were visiting the house, and his shoulder brushes against yours when heā€™s trying to get past you in the kitchen, or when youā€™ve got Yuuji in your arms and the kid is clinging to Gojoā€™s sleeve because he wants him near him at all times. Thereā€™s even sexual tension over the phone, in those stupid texts he sends you all the time about meaningless child care stuff, and honestly, those little updates made your day.
Butā€¦ you donā€™t know much about him, and your mom would kill you if she ever found out you wanted him. And sheā€™d probably pulverize him if she found out he ever made a move on you. Cremated without leaving a trace behind would be an understatement. She thinks heā€™s no good and she thinks youā€™re too good. You know sheā€™s warned him before to not get close to you, as if she was pre-emptively expecting him to try to get in your pants like it was some canon force of the universe, hence why heā€™s probably so fucking awkward around you whenever sheā€™s there too. Like if he accidentally got caught staring at your ankles, your mom would light him on fire, so heā€™d rather not risk it by just avoiding looking at you at all.
Your mom has always been protective of you. Your father was a deadbeat, one she thought she loved, only to watch him leave. And she had to raise a baby all by herself. He re-entered your lives right before you graduated high school, knocked up your mom again with Yuuji, and guess what? Left again without a trace. To be doubly humiliated by a man is a fate you wouldnā€™t wish on any woman, but thatā€™s exactly what your mom went through. It was a wake-up call for her, though. No more living paycheck to paycheck like you had been your whole lives up until Yuuji was born. The kid doesnā€™t even know how lucky he is with everything he has right now. Your mom worked her way up the corporate ladder and made something of herself and now you guys were comfortable, so it was safe to say she had some sort of right to look after her daughter, of whom she simply doesnā€™t want to follow in the same naive footsteps of her youth.
You get it. She wants to break the generational cycle. But it made being with men tough on all fronts, let alone dating. You could never bring a guy home because heā€™d never be enough, even if he cured cancer or could make you orgasm while doing a sixty-nine handstand. And while her overbearing paranoia over what you do or where you are or who youā€™re with has since dimmed slightly since you officially moved out to finish your last year of higher education at NYU, you can still feel her disappointment from a hundred miles away when youā€™re making out with some random frat guy on his beer-stained couch at eleven AM on a Tuesday.
But you got to college. Youā€™ve already made it this far. Youā€™re on deanā€™s list. You graduated high school as salutatorian. Youā€™re the most highly decorated cello player in the state. You won Miss County pageant when you were sixteen for your philanthropic efforts towards feline leukemia. You did online community college for three years so you could stick back after high school and help your mom raise Yuuji, which meant that you had to forfeit your scholarship to Cornell. Youā€™ve spent your whole life being good, you just wanna be bad for a little bit.
And if bad meant fucking the hot and mysterious babysitter, then so be it.Ā 
You pick your phone up, begin blasting what the hell by Avril Lavigne on your dorm room bluetooth speaker, then type a message to him that saysā€”
10:34am you: do it then
ā€”then shove your phone under the sheets and belt out the lyrics aaaall my life iā€™ve been good, but now, ahhhh iā€™m thinkinā€™ what the hell!!! while kicking your feet and clutching your pillow.
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Gojo has no clue what divine entity has overcast their gratuitous spirit over him on this blessed Monday afternoon, but heā€™ll thank them for it later once his balls are empty.Ā 
Heā€™s got you on your back, sprawled across the couch in the living room, the first fuck being a rushed one that you offered him with before he has to go pick Yuuji up from circle time at preschool, which wasnā€™t ideal, but heā€™s delirious at the sight of you underneath him right now. Your little NYU shirt, a tighter one this time, bunched up over your bare breasts, otherwise entirely naked other than the flimsy panties dangling at your ankle, and the view of the tip of his cock looking hot and heavy against the velvet of your cunt, slowly pushing in, feeling the warmth of your walls squeeze around him paired with the sweet moan that leaves your lips, makes him fall forward with a bracing hand dug into the cushion by the side of your head because the sensation feels so fucking good he can hardly keep himself upright.
ā€œFuck, youā€™re so tight,ā€ he grunts, pushing himself in further to try and bottom out but heā€™s still got a couple inches he needs you to take, and so you curl your hips upwards towards the cieling to make more room for him, practically putting yourself into a mating press and soon enough heā€™s balls deep, ā€œyou on any birth control?ā€
ā€œUh-huh,ā€ you moan, eyes closed and head tipped back with one hand squeezing your own tit.
ā€œI can cum inside then, yeah?ā€ he asks you, pushing your knees to your chest, slowly drawing his hips back and you squirm underneath him.
ā€œLetā€™s get there first, and then weā€™ll discuss,ā€ you breathe out.
ā€œIā€™ve been there for the past ten minutes, baby. I could cum at any second with the way you look and feel,ā€ he informs you flatly, because it was just the truth and you had to know it, then he feels himself twitch inside, slowly working up to a languid rhythm, almost fearfully like your momā€™s going to pop out somewhere around the corner with a camera crew ready like one of those retro TV shows just to humiliate him on national television for not keeping it in his pants like sheā€™d told him to.Ā 
ā€œHarder,ā€ he hears you whisper, and he rolls his eyes shut to just focus on the feeling. The feeling of your nails grazing down the skin of his chest and his abs, tracing the scars heā€™s collected over the years, and he feels you tightening around him. He leans down to kiss you, fucking you properly now with the squeak of the couch springs echoing across the room, your hums of moans seeping through his lips until heā€™s fully taking them on with an open-mouthed kiss of sloppy tongue.Ā 
The fact that it was wrong felt right to him, and he realizes in this moment heā€™s lost all sense of control. He wasnā€™t just an adrenaline junkie that liked to rough up dudes, he was an adrenaline junkie that wanted to fuck you against all better judgement or moral compass. The way your tits were bouncing, the slap of skin on skin, his balls slapping against your ass while you wrap your legs around him tighter, all convincing him that any consequence made it worth it.
ā€œGood,ā€ he groans the praise, pinning your hands above your head as he rams his hips against yours, your cute moans and squeals sounding like literal music to his ears and he feels heat spread all the way up his neck, ā€œgoooood, keep squeezinā€™ me like that, fuck.ā€ He slows down momentarily, just to take a moment and watch, really look and see the way his length disappears inside of your pretty self with every push forward, and then he works back up to a relentless pace that has you tipping your head back with a slack jaw and eyes closed tightly shut, sprained expression of pleasure spread across.
ā€œOh, oh my god, Satoruā€”ā€ you mewled and he felt dizzy from the sound of his name from your softly parted lips.
ā€œFuck, Iā€™m gonnaā€”ā€ His hand finds itā€™s way between your legs, calloused pads of his fingers brushing against your clit and you jolt underneath him, gasping as your hand shoots out to dig your nails into his bicep for purchase. ā€œIā€™m gonna cum, better tell me where you want it.ā€
ā€œIn me,ā€ you moan, ā€œnowhere else.ā€
He presses his mouth against your cheek in a lazy smile, ā€œAtta girl,ā€ he drawls before pushing your ankles down as far as theyā€™d go near your ears, folding you in half and then reigns all hell into your cunt. He should really care a bit more about your pleasure, but testing your flexibility like this with both his hands holding you down was doing sinful things to his brain, and besides, you had yourself covered with the messy circles you were rubbing over your clit. It was hot to see that too, your nimble pretty fingers so close to the place where he was pounding into you.Ā 
ā€œOh shit, shit, shitā€”ā€ he grunts when starts to see blistering white in his vision, balls straining with a pleasure that was almost painful. The moment he finishes feels like hot flashes in his brain, a heat like the cum he begins to paint inside your walls in time with your release, thrusting over and over and over, each one more staggered as he lets off a long, drawn out groan that comes from deep within his chest with the feeling of you milking him dry and the sound of you enjoying every second of it. He canā€™t remember the last time he came this much or this hard and even after coming down from the high, he feels the remnant pulse of your orgasm around his now half-flaccid dick.
He leisurely pulls out, hearing you let out a soft whimper as he marvels at the sight of his cum slowly dripping out of you and down towards the couch, before he scoops it up with a couple fingers and pushes it back inside. You grip his wrist tightly, but you werenā€™t stopping it, that motion of him plunging it all back into you.
ā€œWant a taste?ā€ he asks, casually.
ā€œMhm,ā€ you nod, face looking flush.
He pulls his fingers out of you, coated with sex, then plugs your pussy with the fingers of his other hand because he kinda likes the idea of you walking around all day with him inside of you, so he doesnā€™t want it getting out. Heā€™s then pushing his other fingers past your lips, pleased to find heā€™s met with not even so much as a grazing of teeth, and he grins, ā€œbet you take a dick in your mouth as good as you take it down here.ā€
Your furrow your brows at him, the pout of your lips seen in the way they were puckered to lick his fingers off clean, and when you release the suction with a smack of your tongue and his fingers were wet from your saliva now, his eyes narrow with desire. You push his face away with the heel of your palm to his forehead. ā€œFlattery wonā€™t make me suck your dick.ā€
ā€œAlright. So? How is it?ā€ he jerks his chin towards your face, pushing against your hand with his forehead until heā€™s hovering over you again, ā€œtaste good?ā€
ā€œItā€™s cum, Satoru.ā€
He shrugs. ā€œBad?ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ you say, and you canā€™t make eye contact, ā€œgood.ā€ You sigh. ā€œHot. I donā€™t know. Salty, sweet. Iā€™m the sweet. Youā€™re the salty. And this conversation is obscene.ā€
He kisses you, capturing your lips softly, tongue darting out to taste whatā€™s on yours. ā€œI like it that way. Dirty. Nasty. Obscene, whatever.ā€
Thereā€™s the slam of a car door heard from the driveway, and the two of you instantly make eye contact with round eyes.
ā€œSaā€”ā€ you stutter, ā€œSatoru.ā€
He gets up off the couch in a panic, and heads to the window of the living room fully butt-ass naked, then peers through the blinds to seeā€”
Your mom was making it up towards the front door, rustling with her keys in her purse. And the last thing he sees before he turns around to face you is her pushing the keys through the lock.
ā€œShit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,ā€ he cusses, finding his boxers off of the floor, hopping on one foot with his cum & slick coated dick flapping around and slapping against his thighs unceremoniously as he tries to get one leg in through them and then the other. Youā€™re trembling as you hook your panties back into place, pull your shirt back down your torso, and even in his extremely panicked state, heā€™s still sad he canā€™t freely stare at your tits anymore. Youā€™re rummaging for your skirt in a haste, looking everywhere for it, and he finds it underneath the coffee table before tossing it to you and then he side-to-side hops towards the coat closet while he pulls his sweatpants up over his ass, in time for you to quickly run and shut the door of the closet closed just before the front door of the house swings open.
The inside of the coat closet is dark, barely enough space in there for a six-foot-four two-hundred-and-twenty pound man, but itā€™s better than being balls deep inside his bossā€™s daughter on the couch when said boss just came home from work.
He hears conversation on the other side of the door, albeit muffled, and he presses his ear to it to hear better while he tucks his dick into his boxers from where it was hanging over the waistline.
ā€œMom! Youā€¦youā€™re home so early,ā€ he hears you squeak out.
ā€œYes,ā€ your mom says, ā€œThe rest of my meetings today are online, so I figured Iā€™d come home when thereā€™s less traffic.ā€
Gojo feels you lean against the coat closet door.
ā€œI see, I see, how was your day at work?ā€ you ask with a tremble in your voice.
ā€œFine.ā€ And then nothing. The silence could mean that was all she had to say, since your mom wasnā€™t really a woman of many words, or it could be a silence that means sheā€™s suspicious about something. ā€œDarling, why is your skirt flipped up and tucked into your panties? Your whole butt is showing.ā€
Through the wood of the door, he hears you softly gasp. ā€œOh, um, I just went to pee. Mustā€™veā€”ā€¦mustā€™ve got caught when I pulled it back up.ā€Ā 
ā€œI see,ā€ your mother says, and Gojo can hear her dropping her heels down near the shoe rack at the entrance. ā€œYou know, I really donā€™t like those short skirts you wear often. Maybe itā€™s just your generation, but I think it looks tacky and cheap.ā€
ā€œMom,ā€ you say, in as stern of a voice as you can manage without sounding embarrassed.
Your mother sighs. ā€œIn any case, where is Satoru? I still would like him to go pick up Yuuji. I donā€™t have the patience to sit in preschool & daycare traffic right now.ā€
ā€œOh gosh, I donā€™t know,ā€ you chirp, and then he hears you let out a small oh no before you lean even more weight against the door, this time somewhere lower, and he realizes youā€™re pressing your ass against it. His eyes narrow with a small frown, and then he realizesā€” his cum must still be trickling down your thighs. You couldnā€™t put your panties on fast enough.Ā 
Shit. Thatā€™s hot. A little fucked up, but hot. He feels his dick harden against the fabric of his boxers, and he rests his forehead against the door, fringe stuck to his forehead with sweat as he slips his hands down his sweatpants and then gives his cock a firm squeeze. The thought of you discretely swiping his cum up your inner thigh and smearing it against your thin panties so your mom doesnā€™t catch sight of it dripping down your legs has him slowly working up to a rock-solid erection, and he almost lets out a broken grunt from the feeling.
ā€œWhat?ā€ your mother says, ā€œwhat do you mean you donā€™t know?ā€
ā€œIā€™ve just been watching TV this whole time,ā€ you say, ā€œlast time I saw himā€¦he wasā€¦um, in the backyard pulling weeds?ā€
He lets out a small scoff through his nose at your cover-up. Cute. And not bad.Ā 
Your mother sighs loudly, and he glances down at the strained veins on his dick as he tugs it through his hand, the tip rearing and appearing flushed and dripping with precum. God, you were just on the other side of this door. Less than a few inches away, and heā€™d be inside of you.Ā 
ā€œIā€™m going to take a shower. Go find him and tell him to pick up Yuuji soon. But before then, change into something less revealing,ā€ your mother says in a more or less detached tone, and he can hear the stomps of her footsteps up the stairs from above him in the coat closet.
The two of you wait at least a solid minute, and just when the coast is clear, he hears you turn the knob of the coat closet and slowly crack it open.
ā€œOkay, I think sheā€™s in the shower, I hear the water running,ā€ you whisper at him, ā€œyou can go nowā€”ā€ You glance down towards his groin, your jaw dropping. ā€œWhatā€”ā€¦Satoru, why the fuck is your dick staring at me right now?!ā€ you whisper-hiss at him.
He pulls you into the coat closet, pushing your front against the door to where it clicks shut, and you gasp when his hands pin your wrists crossed behind your back and his dick presses into the plush of your ass.
ā€œYou talkinā€™ to your mom while your pussyā€™s stuffed full of my cum was the single hottest thing thatā€™s ever grazed my lizard brain,ā€ he tells you, flipping your skirt up and hooking your panties to the side, his index finger briefly brushing against your entrance to find it still leaking from the way your walls were pulsating from his words. And then he aligns his tip to your entrance. ā€œNow keep quiet while I do this, ā€˜kay?ā€
ā€œOhā€”ā€ you gasp, your cheek pressed against the door as you arch your back and push your ass out for him, ā€œokayā€”ā€ you say, barely vocalizing the first syllable before heā€™s already stuffing himself inside of you with one solid glide of a push, making you yelp loudly and he has to instantly cup a hand over your mouth.
ā€œShhhhhh,ā€ he hisses at you, immediately starting to pound you from behind, ā€œtold you toā€” fuuuck,ā€ he catches sight of his length covered with a mix of your glassy arousal and his white cum, now starting to cream at the base of his cock, ā€œjesus christā€”ā€ he breathes out, squeezing the flesh of your ass harshly with his other hand and you let out another yelp, ā€œI told you to fuckinā€™ keep quiet.ā€
ā€œIā€™mā€”mff,ā€ you muffle against his palm, ā€œIā€™m trying but,ā€ your hips move back in time with his, ā€œfeels good, feels too good,ā€ you mewl, and his hand desperately yanks up the fabric of your shirt so he can squeeze at your breast.
ā€œYeah?ā€ he grunts, hypocritical for telling you to keep it down when he was slamming his hips against your ass with so much fervor he wouldnā€™t be surprised if the sound was reverberating across the entire house, ā€œyou like it when I fuck you while your momā€™s all clueless just up the stairs?ā€ His rhythm falters, feeling his release building, and his hand reaches in front of you to rub your clit, making you drop your head against the door with tightly closed eyes. ā€œGetsā€” youā€”wet, doesnā€™t it?ā€ he torments you, his lips near your ear as he slams his hips against you harshly with every enunciated syllable.Ā 
ā€œMhm, mhm,ā€ you easily agree, or maybe thatā€™s because itā€™s all you can really articulate, and he angles his hips up so his balls slap more fervently against your clit, making you scream into his palm while he picks up the pace of the circles he draws on your clit and in one, two, threeā€” beats of his pounding heart, he feels you come undone around his cock, gushing wetness leaking out of you, he can feel the mess of fluids splattering on the skin of his thighs due to each of his heaving thrusts as he cusses out a fuuuuuuckkk before spilling his cum inside of you, a short-lived and thicker release this time that has you mewling from overstimulation, and in a few following thrusts, heā€™s given you everything he had to give.
His eyes open, he wasnā€™t even aware he had shut them in the first place, and he glances down at where the two of you were joined. Rings of arousal coat the length of his half-pulled-out dick, and the second he retreats all of it, a bulging push of his cum seeps out of you, dripping and pooling all over the hardwood floors.
ā€œHoly shit, I wish I could take a picture of this,ā€ he says, taking a step away to commit the sight to memory, your legs trembling and still slightly spread, ass pushed out and when you wiggle it a little, he lets out a huff of an exhale because he just canā€™t believe how sexy you are. Are all college girls like this? Heā€™s never been to college, his old manā€™s been trying to get him to go for years, but maybe this is what finally convinces him.
ā€œNo pics,ā€ you breathe out once you catch your breath, standing up straight slowly, ā€œthatā€™s my one sex rule.ā€
He takes a step closer to you, flipping your skirt back over your ass while you shimmy your shirt down to cover your chest. ā€œThatā€™s the only rule you have? Anything else goes?ā€ he asks.
You spin around to face him, his eyes briefly flitting down to the still exposed skin of your midriff. ā€œI have a feeling Iā€™d be making up more specific rules if it was with you.ā€
He smiles, his hands grabbing your hips before pressing you up against the door again. ā€œI also had a rule. It was to not fuck you. Wait, no, to not flirt with you. Which, technically, I didnā€™t do.ā€
You blink your eyes at him. ā€œYouā€™re kidding, right?ā€
ā€œWhat?ā€ he asks, genuinely confused, ā€œI didnā€™t.ā€
ā€œHuhā€”ā€ you scoff, ā€œhow do you think we got into this situation in the first place?? You didnā€™t just say wanna fuck? You were insufferably flirty with me.ā€
ā€œNahhh nah nah nah nah, baby, thatā€™s not flirting,ā€ he tells you, thumb running circles over your hips, ā€œthatā€™s, likeā€”ā€¦I donā€™t even fuckinā€™ know how it worked on you to be honest, I was just being stupid.ā€
ā€œOh okay so Iā€™m stupid.ā€
ā€œI never said you were stupid?ā€
ā€œWell you said you were being stupid so me falling for it must mean Iā€™m stupid.ā€
ā€œPshhh. Youā€™re cute. Pulling weeds, by the way? Adorable.ā€
Your hand slowly roams up the front of his shirt, the fabric bunching at your wrists until you uncovered up to his collar bone, and you stare at his skin. He tries to not let the way his heartā€™s beating faster show through the heave of his chest.Ā 
ā€œWhy do you have all these scars, anyway?ā€ you whisper to him.Ā Ā Ā 
ā€œToo many girls tryna stab me,ā€ he tells you.
You roll your eyes. ā€œSeriously.ā€ Your thumb traces the one you had left on him.Ā 
ā€œIā€”ā€ He stops himself.
Does he tell you? Should he tell you? What, just because heā€™s seen you naked and you took his dick like a queen heā€™s supposed to open up to you about these things now? He doesnā€™t know. Maybe he could? Maybe you already suspect what he does at night. And if not, at the very least, Iā€™m an underground boxer might make you think heā€™s hot? At the very worst, youā€™ll report him to the cops and heā€™d get fired as your little brotherā€™s babysitter then thrown into jail, but not before the busted cartel gets him first.
ā€œMaybe Iā€™ll tell you some other time,ā€ he says, his hand wrapping around your wrist and pulling it from his chest, ā€œno hyper personal details until youā€™ve had my dick in your mouth at least once or twice. Thatā€™s my one rule.ā€
You snort. ā€œI couldā€™ve guessed that rule from a mile away.ā€
He hums. And then thereā€™s the sound of steps creaking down the stairs above the two of you.
You both make eye contact, eyes widening, internally yelling at each other: how the fuck did we get into this situation twice?!
This time, Gojo opens the door and stumbles out of the closet, leaving you inside of it, just in time for your mom to come down the stairs.
ā€œSatoru. I was looking for you,ā€ she says as she rounds the post. ā€œHave you picked up Yuuji? He has to go for his swimming lessons soon.ā€
ā€œAh, nope, was just about to head out,ā€ he says, letting out a cough to diffuse tension, ā€œsorry, I wasā€”ā€ he points his thumb over his shoulder to behind him, ā€œā€¦pulling out some gnarly weeds.ā€
She narrows her eyes at him. ā€œI see. Well, thanks. If you want, I can add a gardening stipend to your paycheck. Let me know.ā€ And heā€™s not sure how to respond because heā€™s not sure if sheā€™s joking.Ā 
He heads out the door, the keys to your momā€™s minivan in his palm as he throws them up into the air and catches them a couple times. And just before he gets inside the car, he turns on his heel to face the house and pulls his phone out of his pocket to type in a message for you.
3:22pm Gojo Satoru: Send over those me-specific sex rules soon
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[the end]
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a/n. hope u enjoyed im shitting bricks posting this bc i haven't posted a oneshot smut since february but thanks so much for reading i appreciate u!! i got way too invested in the whole underground boxer thing šŸ˜‚šŸ˜‚ but the fact i managed to keep everything under 12k is an accomplishment to me bc if u read my other fics you know iā€™m a yapper LOL i have another kind of a similarly written smut oneshot n itā€™s a lil angsty (totally different au tho) iā€™ll probs post that one next but yea i really like, hmm, i really like exploring entire characters within a short amount of time i enjoy writing the obscure lore drops xd itā€™s been kinda fun so far anywho much loveee hope to see u around! <3
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sleepyjuice Ā· 3 months ago
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toxic!rafe will blow your phone up the second you post something on instagram that heā€™s ā€˜iffyā€™ about.
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you posted a photo dump which consisted of some random photos of the beach, some of your friends, one of you and rafe of course, but the one that had rafe seeing red was the last slide, which was you in a bikini. he texted you several times at first, and while you were literally typing your response, he called you. your fingers were typing so fast to respond to him that you accidentally declined the call, and he did not like that. you immediately went to call him back, but another text from rafe rolled in, saying ā€˜fuck you donā€™t talk to me weā€™re doneā€™ you sighed loudly, knowing damn well he was talking out of his ass right now, so you sat back and waited for the inevitable next string of texts to roll in. which they did, only seconds later.
rafe <3: do you get off on making me mad or something
rafe <3: like iā€™m racking my brain trying to understand why you do the things you do and thatā€™s all i can come up with
rafe <3: and i see at least 4 guys have already liked your post like thatā€™s crazy to me?? thought i told you to block all the guys that followed you?? of course you didnā€™t
rafe <3: also who even took that pic of you??? bc i know damn well it wasnā€™t me so who the fuck you posing for with your fucking ass and tits out? WHAT THE FUCK
rafe <3: DO NOT PUT YOUR SHIT ON DO NOT DISTURB answer me rn.
rafe <3: nah itā€™s cool actually iā€™m gonna go hit up my other gfs so you have a good night.
you rolled your eyes at that last text, deciding to fully turn your phone off. you knew he would likely try to text or call you again very soon but you didnā€™t want to deal with it right now. this wasnā€™t your first rodeo, you knew nothing you could say to him right now would calm him down, so letting him freak out on his own was the best method to his madness.
three hours had passed since you turned your phone off. you had caught up on some reading and turned on your current favorite show, but found yourself interrupted by a knock at your front door. you expected it to be rafe, but instead it was a large bouquet of your favorite flowers and a gift bag. you glanced around to see if rafe was lurking around, but saw nothing. when he freaked out over text and was able to reread his actions, he usually waited a bit longer to show his face as opposed to a verbal argument.
you brought the flowers inside and set them on the counter before grabbing the card attached to the side of the bouquet.
sorry we argued. you are so beautiful and i love you so much. got you a little gift and sent you some money for food and i set your appointment with your nail girl for tomorrow at 10. love you forever baby -rafe
you couldnā€™t help but smile just a little. the flowers were beautiful and the note was pretty sweet, so you chose to ignore the part where he said ā€˜we argued.ā€™ you didnā€™t get a word in, but you let it slide. especially after you opened the gift bag to see the new dior bag you had been wanting.
you hurried to turn on your phone, immediately seeing a $500 apple payment from rafe as well as a new text from a few minutes ago.
rafe <3: hope you like the flowers and bag baby. love you! :)
you: i love them. thanks rafe, love you too
rafe <3: good to hear. lmk what you end up getting for dinner and iā€™ll pick you up tomorrow to take you to your nail apt. canā€™t wait to see you baby
you would order yourself dinner that was obviously way less than $500, but you would send rafe a picture and thank him again. youā€™d facetime him before bed and conversation flowed like nothing had even happened just hours before. heā€™d ask you what color nails you were getting, tell you funny stories about the old men at the country club and excitedly plan what you two were going to do the next day. the cycle seemed like it would never end, but you often forgot about the bad when he was talking so sweetly to you and all you could think about was how excited you were to see him tomorrow.
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redcherrykook Ā· 2 months ago
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ā”€ā”€š™š spot me instead- gym jealousy request
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content: gymrat!JK x gymrat!reader, jealousy, public sex, bending over, choking, mirror sex, ass-guy JK, unprotected sex, creampie
note from cherry: i hope that didn't disappoint cloud anonie, i know u said he doesn't do anything until they r alone butttt i rlly like this scanrio!!! LMK IF U WANT A DIFF VERSION ILY
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"Yeah good job on that babe, you're getting so much stronger" jungkook says with a broad smile after you just finished your bicep curls, having upped the weight by 2kgs from to weeks ago
"Thanks" you reply, pressing a kiss to his cheek,
He looks around for a second, hoping to see the same man's eyes watching
That guy had been here for almost all your late night sessions, carefully watching you with that burning gaze of his,
Jungkook isn't a stranger to his girl being oggled at, the gains have been showing after all that work
He did keep an eye out for him though, noting to wrap his arm around your waist more often whenever he was also there
His favorite part about always working out with you was your smile after accomplishing a new set of weights or an extra rep,
His second favorite is the sweaty, flushed look on your face and the way your chest rises in the tiny sport bras you'd wear
He teases you too, sometimes omitting the shirt, sometimes flexing even when it wasn't necessary
Without being able to spot the guy this time, jungkook just resumes his chest press, laying down on the angled bench and watching your plump ass move while you walk off to the back, probably searching for an unoccupied smith machine
He smiles to himself, starting his set like he normally would
However, when he comes back up, his jaw immediately clenches
"Hey, i've seen you 'round here. You look pretty strong" the tall, short haired male says to you
Although kook can't hear the words, the imagine of you in the mirror, smiling while looking up to the muscle mass in front of you is enough to ruin his mood
What is that jerk saying to my woman?
"Ah, thanks" you reply, trying to stay polite when you can see the anger boiling inside jungkook from having caught a little glimpse,
His stare is so strong, you can practically invison his tongue pressing the inside of his cheek, or the way his eyes sharpened
"Anyways, mind spotting me pretty?" the guy asks, a smug smile on his face,
You're about to make a face and dismiss him, your boyfriend however, was way faster
"I'm not usually a fan of guys calling me pretty, but i'd love to spot you"
Jungkook's reply has you trying to hold in a laugh, his broad back in your view, blocking you from the flirty guy's gaze
The guy scoffs, "woah, easy there"
Jungkook steps closer, tilting his chin up to him slightly,
The tone of his voice is stern, so much so that it sounds like a warning, and you just know,
you're gonna get to feel his jealousy pounded into your pussy once this guy left
Knowing Jungkook, he wouldn't mind doing it in front of him either
"Listen, you stop eye fucking my wife and we have no problem, if you talk to her one more time, you're not gonna want to come back here"
Embarrassingly enough that is what it takes for the guy to leave without another word,
It is also enough for the wetness between your legs to rise, probably flooding your light blue leggings with a wet spot between your tighs
"God you're so sexy when you're jealous" you tell him, stepping back to be in front of his Cleary pissed of expression,
You slide an arm down his chest, creeping under the hem of his shirt
"Over to the bench, bend over, you need to he reminded who you belong to" he mutters, landing a harsh smack to your ass,
Not in the mood to piss him off even more, you agree, quickly scooting to the bench
With this time of the night, the small apartment gym wouldn't have any visitors to catch you,
Or so you had hoped, the thrill of it clearly overweighing any and all rationality
You're met with your face in the mirror, folded in half over the angled bench,
Jungkook throws his shirt over to the side, slapping your leggings covered ass once more
"These fucking tight, tiny pants are doing nothing to hide what's mine" he groans, his large palms groping at your cheeks before ripping the leggings down to your knees
He licks his lip as you keep watching him through the mirror, his hands massaging at your ass and smacking it after each soft touch
"You're mine understand? This is my ass, my little cunt, you're all mine"
His hand wanders down to your thigh, slipping between them to rub your clothed entrance with his fingers,
"So fucking wet, i knew you'd like this baby, you just love this don't you?" He says, rubbing his thumb against the soaked material of your underwear before also ripping off your panties,
You moan, head falling down on the edge of the bench,
"Keep watching, see who's gonna fuck you this good" he says, his voice breathy and growly as he spanks your ass once more, having already pulled out his heavy, needy cock from his pants
He pumps it a few times, holding eye contact with you in the mirror, slapping his tip against you a few times
You bite your lip softly, small whimpers leaving your lips while your hands clam around the sides of the bench, eyes almost fallen shut from anticipation,
When he does push himself in, he's merciless, hard thrusts rapidly collding with your skin
"Yeah, take this cock baby, mine, my little pussy" he grunts, slapping your ass repeatedly while you try your best to keep watching his face, twisted in pleasure so beautifully
The bench rocks, lewd slapping sounds echoing around the empty gym,
He keeps pounding into you, harshly fucking his possesiveness into you,
All you can do is moan and take it, too good to even beg for mercy,
Suddenly, when Jungkook reaches that sweet spot right, hitting it with every hard thrust of his hips, you're no longer able to keep your head up,
Jungkook is quick to catch on, his tattooed arm making its way to the front, hand grapping your throat and squeezing it tightly
You let out a loud, strangled moan
"Keep watching who's fucking you so good, keep your eyes on me" he mutters, cursing out under his breath,
Your eyes look back over to the mirror, his buff arms flexing with every muscle, large hand wrapped around your throat and his pumped chest glazing with sweat, all on display for you to admire
Both of you are close, chasing after that knot in your lower stomach to finally burst,
The grip on your throat tightens,
"Say it pretty, who's fucking you this good?"
"You! Jungkook! Jungkook" your voice cries out, cheeks flushed and sweaty while your eyes are in constant connection to his proud gaze in the mirror,
"Thats right baby, who does this little cunt belong to?" he asks again, this time, you need to take a second to reply, your orgasm so so close in reach that it's hard to talk when you're filled to the brim with his thick cock hitting every spot,
"Who's tight little pussy is this?" Jungkook repeats, his groans becoming louder inside your ears
"Yours! Yours kook all yours, fuck please please" you begin to beg,
Once he lets out a last single "fuck..mine.." you can feel his cum filling up your walls, coating you in himself,
His thrusts slowing down with your high coming down on you as well,
Both of you pant, he stops moving his hips and presses a couple kisses to your shoulder, then softly up your neck while removing his hand from your throat
"Mhm.. kook that.. fuck" you breath out with an exhausted chuckle, resting your head on the bench
Jungkook laughs too, spreading your soft cheeks to reveal your swollen cunt leaking with his milky cum, lazily dripping down between your legs
"I know baby.. fuck, you're all mine. Gonna take you home and eat you out yeah? Deserve a nice reward after i was so rough on this pretty girl" his finger reaches down to press on your clit, lips already pressing small kisses on your ass before moving his tongue down to taste himself on you
"You can't imagine how much i love you" you say while moaning softly
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alvojake Ā· 7 months ago
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i need tattoo artist jungwon and reader is his client, also his ex-girlfriend
怌notes怍 : thank you, anon, for blessing my inbox with this beautiful request because it left me thinking of tatted jungwon for days šŸ˜µā€šŸ’«
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Inked Hearts | Y.JW
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怌paring怍 : tattoartist!exbf!jungwon x fem!reader 怌word count怍 : 4.9k
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怌synopsis怍 : it has been a few months since you and jungwon had a huge fight resulting in you breaking up; though things ended poorly, you still craved his touch. then you realize that you still have a tattoo appointment with him, dreading it. you just decide to push his buttons, not fully expecting it to end with you bending over the bed.
怌genre怍 : smut
怌warning怍 : cussing, biting/marking, fingering, begging, choking, slight hair pulling, size kink, dom!jungwon x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy), orgasm denial, edging, slight overstimulation, multiple orgasms, creampie, manhandling, petnames (babydoll, baby...), the reader is a brat, clit play, teasing, rough sex, both the reader and jungwon are kinda toxic, public(ish) sex, bulge kink, lmk if I missed anything!
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It had been almost a month and a half since you and Jungwon had broken up over a petty little argument that some jealous girl in the club started. All because she couldnā€™t get Jungwon to budge when hitting on him. So what does she do? She spills her drink all over your outfit, then gets one of her guy friends to ā€˜helpā€™ clean it up. All while making sure Jungwon was watching the whole time, this guy not so discreetly put his hands all over your chest.
The whole thing resulted in Jungwon yanking you away from Mr. Handsey and blowing up right outside of the club. He didnā€™t give you even a chance to explain what had happened, which only pissed you off. So you ended up yelling right back at him, embarrassed and hurt that he didnā€™t even bother giving you a chance to explain then goes and starts shouting hurtful things right outside where prying ears could easily hear.
It was safe to say that you never returned to your shared apartment that night, or any night, really. You only showed up when he wasnā€™t home to gather the things youā€™d need to crash at a friend's house until further notice.
Everyone told you that it would all blow over, and you would be able to talk it out with him. However, you knew he was too stubborn and your pride too large for either of you to step up and apologize first. This brings you to your current situation, staying with friends and working part-time at the very club that started this whole mess.
You didnā€™t really want to be working in the same place that ended your four-year-long relationship, but itā€™s not like you had much of a choice. It helped pay bills and kept you from going hungry. Though you canā€™t say, you valued your job enough to not jump over the counter every time you saw the little wench that ruined everything. The only thing holding you back was sitting behind bars until someone could come and bail you out. If they did.
Jungwon was still a sore spot for you, especially when you would drive by his tattoo shop. The very shop where he gave you your very first tattoo. The same shop that you were sure he had you bent over or on top of about every surface he could. Fucking you so good you saw stars and leaving your legs shaking. It brought back memories you wished you could relive, but then you remembered everything, and youā€™d be damned if you were going to be the first to apologize.Ā 
But you never received a call nor a text of any kind from him, sure that he had blocked you. Thus leading you to believe that everything was actually over and youā€™d never see him again.
Or so you thoughtā€¦
ā€œSon of a fucking bitch!ā€ You exclaimed, nearly flinging yourself off of your bed, phone clutched tightly in your hand.
ā€œY/n language!ā€ your current roommate, Karina, shouted from down the hall. Rolling your eyes, you threw your phone on the bed and stood on your feet. Not even two seconds later, Karina was peeking into your room, fixing her septum. ā€œWhat happened, though? Anything juicy?ā€
You couldnā€™t help but give her a deadpan stare, you loved her, but her incessant need for any gossip was one thing that damn near drove you up a wall.
However, you just let it slide this time because you needed someone to rant to. ā€œI fucking forgot that I had a tattoo appointment with Jungwon today.ā€ You groaned, flinging yourself backward onto your bed while Karina stifled a laugh.
ā€œDamn, babe, looks like the world is really against you.ā€ She smirked at you, her eyes scanning your face catching the conflicted emotions that swirled in your eyes.Ā 
Karina would be lying if she said she didnā€™t enjoy seeing you like this; it was a taste of your own medicine, really. You were one of her closest friends, but anyone with a pair of eyes could tell that you sucked at communication and then blamed it on the other person. Was she rooting for you and Jungwon to get back together? Definitely. Was she also rooting for the possibility that Jungwon or someone would do something about the attitude youā€™ve had? Fuck yes.Ā 
ā€œAre you still going to go?ā€ Karina asked as she looked down at her nails, making a mental note to repolish them when she had the chance.
With a sigh, you brought your hand to your forehead, rubbing the crease between your eyebrows. ā€œIā€™m gonna have to. Jungwon is the only one that I know that can ace this design.ā€ Groaning you slapped the palm of your hand against your forehead, ā€œfuck it, Iā€™m going, worst comes to worst Iā€™ll just let Jay do it.ā€
Karina hummed, looking up at you through her lashes, watching as you hastily searched your wardrobe for a suitable outfit. She had to bite back a smirk when you pulled out a black lace bra and matching underwear. As much as you say youā€™re dreading running into your ex, your actions tell a whole other story.
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You made it to the tattoo studio well before your appointment was meant to start; youā€™d rather be super early than late.Ā 
Walking inside, you were greeted by the receptionist youā€™ve known since Jungwon hired her a year or so ago. Her lips were covered in a huge smile, showcasing her smiley piercing.
ā€œY/n, oh my god, itā€™s been forever! How have you been?ā€ Belle greeted you as she stood from her seat, rushing over to engulf you in a hug.
ā€œHey Belle, Iā€™ve been okay.ā€ You patted her back softly before she moved away, her eyes shining brightly, ā€œis Jungwon here?ā€
Belleā€™s eyebrows scrunched together, confused about your usage of Jungwonā€™s full name. She hadnā€™t been aware of the breakup, thinking that you had your own personal matters to attend to, which is why she hadnā€™t seen you.
ā€œHe went out to grab a few things, should be back soon.ā€ The new voice caused your head to turn, catching sight of the tall, dark-haired male standing in the doorway, the light reflecting off of his eyebrow and lip rings. ā€œHow have you been holding up pipsqueak?ā€Ā 
ā€œOh, you know, another day in paradise.ā€ You shrugged, and Jay chuckled at the sarcasm dripping from your words, ā€œAnd what have I said about that damn nickname?ā€
ā€œAnd Iā€™ve told you countless times to get used to it; itā€™s not goinā€™ anywhere.ā€ He shrugged with a smirk, causing you to glare at him. ā€œIā€™m surprised Won didnā€™t cancel the whole appointment; heā€™s been huffing and puffing about it all week.ā€
You couldnā€™t help but roll your eyes, ā€œof course he has.ā€Ā 
Jay laughed at the sour expression that had taken over your features, knowing that you werenā€™t much different from Jungwon with the whole ā€˜being the bigger personā€™ bit. Even if the two of you were locked in a room, he doubted youā€™d apologize to each otherā€”at least not verbally.
Which is why Jay took it upon himself to clear out the studio as soon as you were back in Jungwonā€™s room. Giving you two the chance to ā€˜talkā€™ it out and saving everyone in the studio from the trauma of hearing it all happen. However, he needed something that he knew youā€™d use that would essentially set Jungwon off.
ā€œWell, if it makes you feel better, Iā€™m free if youā€™d rather me do your tattoo,ā€ he suggested, and he could see the hope gleam in your eyes. Too bad it was just a front. There was no way in hell that Jungwon would let anyone else do your tattoo, especially another guy, not with where it was placed.
ā€œIf he gives me too much hell, I might just take you up on that offer.ā€ You huffed, crossing your arms over your chest, unknowingly pushing your breast up.
The sound of the bell above the door caused him to avert his gaze, already knowing who had just walked in.
Jungwon walks in, and his eyes instantly fall on you before flickering over to Jay, who had been in mid-conversation with you. His face sours at the sight of you just standing there, more so when he notices the thin shirt you are wearing, as well as the skirt that sits just barely below your ass. Noticing his presence, you look over before rolling your eyes at the glare that harbored his face, already growing annoyed with his face.
You turn away, opening your mouth to talk to Jay once more. However, you are cut short when Jungwon walks in front of you, setting things down on the reception desk.
ā€œIs your memory that bad that you forgot where my room was, or were you just waiting for an escort?ā€ His tone was snarky as his eyes flickered over to you, eyebrow quirked up. He couldnā€™t help but smirk at the annoyed expression that painted your face beautifully. If there was one thing he loved almost just as much as fucking you, it was getting under your skin, riling you up.
ā€œI do not ne-ā€ ā€œHey Belle, put these in the back for me, will ya?ā€ Jungwon just cut you off leaving you standing there looking at him with a flabbergasted look, jaw clenched tightly.Ā 
Jay stood off to the side, watching with an amused gleam in his eyes. If he wasnā€™t sure, then heā€™s definitely sure now. It wasnā€™t just any normal tension between the two of you. No, it was just straight sexual tension. He then looked over at Heeseung, who had just looked up from his phone, motioning towards the door. The purple-haired male nodded before motioning to the others discreetly.
ā€œCome on, Dory, let me show you the way since you obviously donā€™t remember.ā€ Jungwonā€™s words struck a cord, and it took everything in you not to blow up. Your dark eyes watched Jungwonā€™s back as he walked into the main room, taking a deep breath deciding that he wasnā€™t worth the humiliation. So you waved softly at Jay before following after your ex-boyfriend.
Walking into Jungwonā€™s room, you could easily tell that he was annoyed, especially when he shut the door with such force that it shook the walls a bit. Rolling your eyes once more, you walked over to the counter, leaning back on it.
ā€œYou know, if youā€™re so pissed about doing my tattoo, Iā€™m sure Jay would love to do it for me.ā€ You bit back a smirk as his jaw tightened, the veins in his neck starting to pop out. A sense of pride filled your chest, knowing that you were slowly getting under his skin.
ā€œShut up and take your shirt off.ā€ He hissed through gritted teeth, turning his body to face you. His eyes bore into you, making a chill go down your spine. The same stare that he would give you moments before he pinned you to the next surface and ā€˜taughtā€™ you a lesson. Normally you would have thought that it would disgust you after everything, but no. It left your body burning, sure that your panties were already getting soaked.
However, you werenā€™t about to give him the satisfaction of winning. No, he was going to have to make you.
ā€œYou know thatā€™s not how you would talk to a client, plus the least you could do is turn around.ā€ You sassed him, crossing your arms over your chest once more, a smirk spreading across your glossed lips.
It took Jungwon two seconds flat to move in front of you, hands against the counter, caging your body in. His warm breath fanned your face as he inched closer. Your heart lept in your chest at the sudden proximity, and your stomach did flips as his scent filled your senses.
ā€œItā€™s not like I havenā€™t seen you in less. Take it off before I tear it off.ā€ He growled, the sound sending a wave of heat right to your core.
Keeping your composure, you stood straight, brushing your nose right against his, finger poking his chest. ā€œLast time I checked, you said you didnā€™t want to see my tainted goods.ā€
In the blink of an eye, Jungwon had his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to elicit a whimper from you.
ā€œThe only thing ā€˜taintedā€™ about you is that damn attitude.ā€ His voice was low as he pulled you closer to him, his lips ghosting over yours. Your eyes stared up at him, pupils blown wide, and Jungwon wasnā€™t stupid; he knew you were doing this to get a rise out of him. A smirk then spread across his lips, sending a shiver throughout your body, ā€œhow about you listen and lose it, orā€¦ā€ he closed the gap between your bodies. Your heart lurched when you felt his bulge against your stomach. ā€œAm I gonna have to fuck it out of you like old times?ā€ The sinister gleam in his eyes was enough to tell you what the answer was.
ā€œWonā€¦ā€ You breathed out, voice hoarse from his hold. Your body was becoming uncomfortably hot, and the ache between your legs only grew as the seconds passed.
Jungwon chuckled, ā€œOh, so itā€™s Won now? Not Jungwon or asshole?ā€ His fingers tightened a bit more, causing a gasp to fall from your lips. Then his smirk faded, and his eyes darkened, ā€œOn the bed, give me any more attitude, and you wonā€™t be cumming, babydoll.ā€ His grip then fell from your throat, allowing you to breathe properly.
You bit your tongue to suppress the smirk on your lips as you walked over to the bed, climbing on top. Laying back on your elbows, your legs parted just enough to give him a peek at your black underwear.Ā 
ā€œAre you sure you can restrain yourself? I mean, it has been a while.ā€ Your lips quirked up as you stretched your foot out, brushing over his growing erection. Amusement gleamed in your eyes as his jaw tightened, his eyes darkening even more.
Jungwon grabbed your ankle, pulling it to his side before slotting himself between your legs. Your breath hitched in your throat as he grabbed your hip, pulling your body flush against his. Your body shivered at his touch, goosebumps littering your skin, and the arousal pooling in your panties grew even more.
ā€œMissed my touch that much, huh?ā€ That cocky smirk found its way back onto his lips, causing you to roll your eyes.
ā€œYeah, right.ā€ You huffed, staring up at him, but Jungwon wasnā€™t stupid. He knew your body like the back of his handā€”every little thing that made you tick, all the places that would have you like putty in his hands. He knew that you were craving him just by the look in your eyes when you walked in.
ā€œReally?ā€ He leaned down, his lips ghosting over yours, eyes boring into yours. ā€œBecause your body is telling me otherwise.ā€ His fingers found your clothed core, pressing down, feeling your slick soak through. Your jaw clenched shut trying to keep from letting any noises out, you werenā€™t about to give him the satisfaction.
ā€œHow do you know itā€™s for you? I mean, Jay does loo-ā€ Before you could even finish your sentence, Jungwon had his ring-clad fingers wrapped around your throat. Squeezing hard enough to elicit a squeak from your lips, eyes staring up at him with a glare.
ā€œFinish that sentence, I dare you.ā€ He growled, his eyes challenging you and normally you would have just kept your mouth shut, but right now? You wanted to push his buttons until he snapped, that little voice in the back of your head telling you that you didnā€™t have to obey him.
He wasnā€™t your boyfriend anymore, after all.
Your lips curled into a smirk, eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips for a split second. ā€œI was saying that Jay looks more than capable to fuck me stupid.ā€
Then, just like that switch flipped in Jungwonā€™s brain, his eyes darkened with a rage youā€™ve never seen before. His hand around your neck released its grip before he leaned back far enough to strip himself of his jacket, revealing his inked skin. You looked up at him through your eyelashes, hands itching to touch him. However, before your hands made contact with his skin, he had your wrists in his hand, pinning them above your head.
Jungwonā€™s dick twitched in his pants as he took in how small your hands were in comparison to his. Really just how much smaller you were compared to him altogether. He loved it, loved how easy it was for him to trap you in place. Loved how easy he could maneuver your body to whatever position he wanted. He then realized just how much he missed having you pinned underneath him.
ā€œBabydoll, we both know that no one can fuck you stupid like I can.ā€ He chastised you before leaning down and pressing a kiss against your jaw. Your body squirmed under his, the heat making you feel lightheaded. The need for some kind of friction was almost overbearing.
Jungwon relished in the way your hips were moving against his, listening to the soft sounds that left your lips. His free hand then moved from your hip, finding your clothed clit, and pressing down harshly.
ā€œFuck!ā€ You cried out, your nerves shooting shockwaves throughout your entire body. His hands were rough on your body, sending your mind reeling. ā€œWon, wait- shit, please be gentle.ā€ You whined out as his pace picked up, making your body jolt. Tears are already pricking at the corner of your eyes.
Jungwon chuckled darkly before he bit down on the junction of your neck, ā€œYou want gentle? Wrong fucking address.ā€ he growled before moving your underwear to the side, sliding a finger into your tight hole with ease.
Your mouth fell agape as soundless moans fell from your lips, and your body shivered. It had been far too long since youā€™ve experienced anything like this, and it was turning your brain to mush.
ā€œLook at you, Iā€™ve barely done anything, and youā€™re already about to cum.ā€ He berated you as he slipped another finger into your soaping cunt.
ā€œJungwon!ā€ You cried out, nails digging into the palm of your hand. Your whole body felt like it was on fire, and the knot in your stomach tightened unimaginably as his fingers brushed against your sweet spot.
Your eyes rolled back, legs twitching on either side of his hips as his fingers coaxed your climax closer. Jungwon smirked against your skin, knowing you were close to the way you were squeezing his fingers like a vice. Your moans of his name were music to his ears, though what he wanted was for your ability to make coherent sentences completely useless.
Just as your high was about to crash over you, Jungwon pulled his soaked fingers from your pulsating pussy, making a loud whine fall from your parted lips.
ā€œFuck! Youā€™re such a fucking tease, you know that?ā€ You cried out, meeting his eyes as he pulled away from your neck.
ā€œYou didnā€™t think Iā€™d let you cum that easy, did you?ā€ He smirked, keeping his eyes on yours as he stuck his drenched digits in his mouth. You whined, wiggling under his grip as frustration bubbled up in your chest. ā€œBe a good girl and beg, then I might let you cum.ā€
You couldnā€™t help but scoff, eyes glaring up at him. ā€œIn your dreams, pretty boy.ā€ You spit out, jaw clenched tightly. Eyes watched as he just shook his head, a sinister smile on his lips.
ā€œDonā€™t worry, baby, youā€™ll be begging for me by the time Iā€™m through with you.ā€ His fingers then slipped back into your slick cunt, his pace relentless. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep your noise down while he worked his slender fingers into you.
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The pattern continued for what felt like hours. Jungwon would work you close to your climax before ripping it away. Tears were spilling from your eyes, smearing your makeup from the frustration of not being able to cum.
You had lost count of how many times heā€™d denied you, but you knew that you could only handle so much more. The underwear you had been wearing had been tossed off in the room somewhere, leaving your arousal to pool on the bed beneath you.
The skin of your neck and chest had been painted in deep red and purple blotches as well as bite marks. Your pupils were blown wide as you stared up at him. Your walls clenched around his fingers once again as another orgasm built up in your gut.
ā€œWon-ā€ You were cut off by a choked moan as he denied you yet another orgasm; sobs racked your lungs as you wiggled under his hold.Ā 
ā€œAwww, is my poor baby getting frustrated?ā€ He smirked, eyes studying your expressions as he slid his fingers back into your puffy cunt. His pace was quick, making sure he added extra pressure to your sweet spot, knowing that you would fold sooner rather than later.
As another orgasm built up, your eyes rolled back, and your will was slowly diminishing. Your chest was tight as you anticipated him to stop once again.
And he did.
You cried out, pleading with him with your eyes, but he wanted to hear you. You knew that you were going to have to swallow your pride if you were going to get what you wanted.
A gasp fell from your lips as he pressed against your clit, moving in tight circles. Your head fell back as you tried to form a coherent sentence.
ā€œWon- fuck, please donā€™t stop. Iā€™m sorry, Iā€™m sorry.ā€ You panted, eyes meeting his darker ones.
He leaned down, kissing the corner of your lips before trailing to your ear as he sunk his fingers back into you. "See, that wasnā€™t so hard, was it, baby?ā€
Pleas and whines fell from your lips as he continued to work into your core, tears blurring your vision. Hoping that he wouldnā€™t stop this time, that he would actually give you what you wanted.
But just like before he pulled away just as it was about to crash over you.
Before you could even whine about it, he let go of your hands, pulling your body off of the bed, flipping you over before bending you over. A choked moan fell from your lips when he landed a harsh smack on your ass before rubbing the red spot.
ā€œSince you asked so nicely, Iā€™ll let you cum babydoll.ā€ He smirked, hands tracing up your thighs and under the skirt you were still wearing. His thumb pressed against your slit, watching as you clenched around it.
ā€œWonnie, please fuck me already.ā€ You whined head turned to look back at him. Eyes glazed over with lust, the only thing on your mind was having him fucking you so good that you saw stars.
He unzipped his pants before tugging them down, letting his dick spring free. Your mouth watered at the sight, hips subconsciously wiggling in anticipation. He chuckled darkly before pumping himself a few times, then grabbing your hip in his other hand. He teased your entrance with his tip until you were a whining, begging mess.
ā€œWell, if you want it so bad, then you better start taking it.ā€ Without another word, he bottomed out in one go, causing a pitiful squeak to leave your lips.
ā€œW-Won-ā€ Your words caught in your throat as he started thrusting into you at a bruising pace, not giving you a chance to adjust. His hand gripped your hips so tightly that you were sure there would be bruises by the next day.
Another choke moan spilled from your lips as one of his hands snaked around your waist, fingers finding your sensitive clit. He circled the bundle of nerves harshly in time with his thrust causing your body to jolt and a cry to fall from your lips.
You buried your face into the hard cushions of the bed, hoping to muffle some of your noises, suddenly becoming acutely aware of where you were. You prayed that no one could hear anything that was going on right now. However, Jungwon didnā€™t care who heard. Actually, he did care because he wanted everyone to know who you belonged to, especially Jay.Ā 
He grabbed a handful of your hair, pulling your body up, your back flush against his chest as he continued to plow into you. Your moans grow louder as the position changes.
ā€œFeels good, huh, babydoll?ā€ He chuckled as his hand snaked around your hips, pressing down on the small bulge in your lower stomach. A choked cry fell from your lips as he pressed down, making you feel him even more, ā€œYou really wanna tell me that Jay can fuck you just as good as I can? Hmm?ā€Ā 
You shook your head frantically, knowing that no one would be able to get you like this but him.
ā€œFuck, fuck, fuck Jungwon!ā€ You screamed out the worry of other people hearing completely gone from your mind.
He continued to pound into your abused pussy, his tip kissing your cervix with each thrust. The pressure of his hand on your stomach was making your mind fuzz as moans and whines of his name fell from your lips.
ā€œGonna cum already baby?ā€ He growled in your ear as he snapped his hips into yours, hitting spots that only he had claimed for himself. His grip tightened on your waist as he angled his hip a bit more.
ā€œHoly shit!ā€ You cursed loudly, your eyes rolling back as he hit your sweet spot dead on. Your mouth fell open as your head lolled back, drool spilling from the corner of your lips.
A high-pitched squeak left your mouth when he brought his hand from your stomach to your clit, rubbing harshly. All of the pleasure and your impending orgasm were causing your legs to start shaking and your mind to go blank.
ā€œThatā€™s it, babydoll, give it to me. Make a mess on my cockā€ Jungwon knew you were close, switching his position once more until you were crying over his dick, moments away from your orgasm. He pressed wet and hot kisses along your exposed neck before biting down in time with his fingers on your clit.
Silent moans fell from your lips, and your vision turned white as your orgasm tore through your body. Jungwon groaned into your skin as you clenched down tightly on him, but his pace didnā€™t slow, easily throwing you into overstimulation.
ā€œW-Won- fuck!ā€ Your whole body was trembling as continuous waves of pleasure washed through your body.
ā€œFuck. Iā€™m almost there; just hold on.ā€ His harsh and gruff tone had switched to soft and borderline whines, causing your mind to almost combust.
His once harsh pace was starting to become sloppy, erratic, and uneven, a telltale sign that he was close. His hips still snapped into yours harshly, which was bringing you closer to another orgasm.Ā 
ā€œFuck, fuck, fuckā€¦ā€ You whine out, nails digging into Jungwonā€™s forearms, trying to ground yourself as another climax washes over you, nearly taking your breath away. Tears were spilling from the corner of your eyes, falling down and drenching Jungwonā€™s shirt under your head.
ā€œFuck, Iā€™m cumming. Youā€™re gonna take all of it, babydoll, got it?ā€ He growled in your ear but didnā€™t give you a chance to respond before he was pumping his load into your womb.
His hips jerk a few more times, fucking his cum back into you before falling to a complete stop.
Heavy breathing filled the room as you both stood there, trying to catch your breath. Jungwon pressed soft kisses over the swollen spots on your skin where he had bit down. Coaxing you back down from your high, fingers drawing shapes on your hips.
ā€œWonā€¦ā€ You breathed out, blinking your eyes a few times to clear the tears before glancing up at him.
ā€œThere she is.ā€ He chuckled softly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. The feeling made your heart flutterā€”you had missed this, you had missed him.Ā 
Then everything came flooding back, the hurt following. Swallowing thickly, you pulled yourself away from him before searching for your underwear with shaky legs.
ā€œY/n, what are you doing?ā€ Jungwon asked, fixing himself before making his way towards you.
ā€œThis shouldnā€™t have happened, weā€™re not together anymore.ā€ You told him, your eyes looking everywhere but him.
Jungwon could hear the hurt in your tone, and he knew you were right about the not being together part, at least. However, he wasnā€™t about to let you walk away from him again no matter how upset he was then, he knew now.
ā€œBabyā€¦ā€ His hands found your waist, pulling you into his chest, causing your heart to lurch.Ā 
ā€œJungwon, let me-ā€ ā€œNo, please listen to me. Iā€™m sorry I was such a dickhead.ā€ He breathed out, arms wrapping around your smaller frame, ā€œI should have let you explain but instead I just let her words cloud my mind and I know thatā€™s not any excuse, but Iā€™m sorry I truly am.ā€ His words sunk into your skin, and tears brimmed in your eyes once more. ā€œLet me make it up to you. Give me a chance, please baby.ā€
You inhaled shakily before turning your head to look back at him, ā€œFine, but only if we go to that one restaurant I like.ā€
Jungwon couldnā€™t help but chuckle before peppering kisses all over your face, ā€œWhatever you want, baby.ā€
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slut me out | njm x fem!reader
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i.e you needed to give your situationship the time of his life after seeing his instagram story.
word count: 2.8k (not proof read)
content warning: situationship, open ending, smut lol, oral (m. rec.), fingering (f. rec.), explicit sex, unprotected sex(no!), creampie, lmk if i missed anything thanks!
author's note: two fics in one day! can we believe this LOL. would you guys be surprised if i said that i have a mark one that i'm hoping to finish and it'll be queued up for tomorrow morning/afternoon. i hope you all enjoy this fic and as always, dedicated to my crazy and delusional bffs. likes & reblogs are appreciated as always. requests are open till october 5th! i'm still working on my jay fic, and hoping to have that out by tuesday!!
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ā€œyouā€™re fucking crazy,ā€ you said once the phone picked up after the first ring, ā€œyou can delete that story, i saw it.ā€
jaemin let out a hearty laugh, ā€œhmm? but jisungie looks so cute, what if one of my followers wants me to put them on with him?ā€
you jeer, fingering hovering over the red button on the screen, ā€œyou definitely couldā€™ve posted him without making sure your shirt is unbuttoned and they can see the chain that i bought you peeking through. what if theyā€™re crazy like me?ā€
ā€œdonā€™t worry, nobody has you beat in that department.ā€ jaemin added quickly, ā€œyou can come over if you want.ā€
did you want to? absolutely. you needed to rock his world so hard that it was likely to be rated a category 9.5 earthquake.
ā€œyou can come to me,ā€ you quipped back, ā€œand hurry up, i dont have a lot of patience. donā€™t change either.ā€
ā€œyouā€™re so demanding,ā€ jaemin whined, a glint of playfulness evident in his voice, ā€œi have to stop at my other hoeā€™s house first, but iā€™ll be there.ā€
ā€œnot even funny.ā€ you hung up the phone, rolling your eyes.
focusing back on your room, you jumped up in a panic. you needed to change and also pick up the clothes you had thrown all over the place.
realistically, you didnā€™t know if jaemin was kidding about seeing somebody else first, but if he wasnā€™t, you had about twenty minutes including traffic before he got to your place.
you shoved all the loose piece of clothing into whatever drawer or laundry basket they would fit into. doing a once over your room, you were satisfied with what you were able to do.
looking at your floor length mirror, you didnā€™t care too much about what you had on. a big t-shirt with snoopy playing baseball on the front.
easy access for jaemin, but you should probably change your dingy halloween panties from victoria secret into something cute.
perhaps pink? that seemed on brand for tonightā€™s theme.
you were digging through your underwear drawer looking for that lacey pink thong you got from the mall a few weeks ago when you heard a knock on your door.
ā€œfuck,ā€ you said, slamming the drawer shut to no avail and rubbing your hands down your hair to smooth out any frizz, ā€œfuck.ā€
the knocking got louder, causing you to practically trip on air as you ran to grab the door.
ā€œtook your sweet time letting me in,ā€ jaemin pouted. leaning against the doorframe when you opened it, ā€œthat mad at me?ā€
rolling your eyes, you pulled him in by his silky pajama shirt and closing the door behind him, ā€œguess she wasnā€™t that good if you got here within the same hour of calling.ā€
jaemin smiled, dropping down onto your couch and sliding his shoes off, ā€œiā€™d say she was pretty damn good if i got done quickly and iā€™m not here.ā€
you crossed your arms, scoffing at his comment and began to walk to your bedroom.
ā€œyouā€™re such a dick.ā€
ā€œi heard that,ā€ he said, jumping off the couch to chase behind you, ā€œi'm just kidding y/n, you know it's just you."
"are you sure? cause you keep making comments about other girls, are you trynna compensate? i don't care if you see other people."
jaemin laughed at you for the nth time this evening, making you want to just slam your bedroom door in his face and lock him out, but unfortunately for you, seeing jaemin in those pink pajamas and gold chain sent you into borderline ovulation.
you grabbed jaemin by the arm, leading him to sit on your bed and standing between his legs.
"it's just you," jaemin reassured, a hand coming up to rub your hip gently, "just like driving you crazy 'cause i know you're really fucking insane."
jaemin got a whiff of your secret cloud perfume as you leaned down and kissed his neck gently.
"i'm going to turn you every way but loose tonight," you whispered into his ear, teeth grazing the shell of his ear, "and i'm gonna show you how insane i am over you."
a shiver went down jaemin's back as you kissed down his neck and to his adam's apple, making sure to suck dark marks into his skin before placing your lips on his.
his arms wrapped your waist, pulling you down into his lap as he deepened the kiss. your hands found their way entangled into his brunette locks, moaning as he slipped his tongue into your mouth.
the two of you fought for dominance over the kiss, though jaemin just wanted to put up a good fight before letting you win.
you then slipped your tongue into his mouth, removing your hands from his hair and moving them down to his shoulders.
you gently pushed him back and onto the mattress, letting your fingers skillfully undo his pajama shirt, enjoying the smooth silk under your fingertips before pulling the shirt open.
jaemin pressed his hips up, hoping to get a small bit of friction on his growing erection and moaning when you rut your own hips down.
pulling away from the kiss, your chest heaved as you did a lookover his body. his plush lips swollen and glossy with spit, dark splots decorating his skin from earlier, his own defined chest moving rapidly as he tried to catch his own breath.
"you look so pretty under me, jaem," you complimented, your fingers dancing across his exposed collarbones and down his gold chain, "a sight only i should be allowed to see."
jaemin exhaled heavily through his nose, "a sight only for you. . please, don't stop. i want you. . i need you so badly, y/n."
how could you deny such a request from a pretty boy completely at your disposal? you weren't a cruel or dumb woman, so of course you'll comply.
you leaned down to attach your lips to his collarbone, biting and sucking gently as you made your way down his chest.
moving the pink fabric away, you let your tongue teasingly flick at his nipple to elicit a whiny moan from his mouth before taking his nipple between your lips.
"fuck y/n," he groaned, "that feels so good."
smirking to yourself, you pull off and stand up. the boy's eyes widened, trying to hold back another whine because why did you pull off? and why are you standing?
"c'mon," jaemin said, voice cracking slightly, "don't be a tease."
"a tease?" you titled your head as he sat up on his elbows, "if you beg, i'll consider."
a bright red hue cascaded over jaemin's face at your request, but he couldn't get any more pathetic than he already looked.
"y/n," he pleaded, "please do something. i am so undeniably hard, and if i don't feel those pretty lips or pretty hands wrapped around my dick that i know you love, i will implode and you'll be out of a bomb dick appointment and home."
a laugh escaped, jaemin really knew what to say to make you give into him. it's why you liked him honestly. he was funny and charming, and did in fact have a great dick that drove you insane. you used to be normal before he stuck his dick in you.
jaemin reached forward, grabbing your hand and placing it over his boner. that action alone could've made you cum in your panties because pathetic jaemin was probably your favorite jaemin.
you instinctively wrapped your fingers around it the best you could while it was restrained in those silky pants, slowly jerking him off and watching a bead of precum stain the fabric.
"see how hard i am?" he asked, breathily, "all for you. all because of you."
stroking your ego was one of the many things jaemin was good at, so you decided to play nicely and give him something to relief this tension you could feel growing in his body.
"take 'em off," you said, releasing his cock from your grip, moving back to give him room, "show me that pretty dick, jaem."
if you weren't standing in front of him, you were sure he would've fell face forward onto your carpet from how fast he was trying to get his pants down and off his hips.
once they were at his thighs, you leaned forward and placed a chaste kiss on his lips before sinking down to your knees.
you were face to face with jaemin's cock, the tip an angry shade of red and precum still leaking from his slit.
spit began to pool inside your mouth the longer you looked at it, and you stuck your tongue out to swipe the precum dribbling from his cock.
jaemin moaned out, hands gripping the sheets beneath him, ā€œstop. . put it in your mouth.ā€
you furrowed your eyebrows and looked up, ā€œdonā€™t make demands.ā€
the brunetteā€™s jaw ticked, one hand coming up to your hair and the other grabbing the base of his dick.
he pushed your head back roughly, tapping the head of his cock on your lips and smearing more precum across, ā€œdonā€™t be a fucking tease.ā€
your eyes widened in surprise at the switch in jaemin's demeanor, but instead of giving him a hard time, you complied by opening your mouth for him.
without hesitation, jaemin shoved his cock into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat which caused you to gag and tears well up in your eyes.
"don't get sensitive now," he mumbled, swiping the tears from your face, "now be good and suck. show me why you're my favorite."
his favorite? you should been his fuckin' only like he said you were earlier. what is up with the inconsistency? he's gonna piss you off.
you used your tongue to lick the under part of his cock, pulling off to leave just the tip in your mouth.
jaemin's grip on your hair tightened, trying his best to let you have control, but wanting nothing more than to just fuck your throat until you're sobbing.
you pulled completely off his cock, bringing your hand to jerk him off while you used your tongue to lick a stripe on his balls and gently suck.
the brunette's eyes rolled back, a string of moans and high pitched whines leaving his throat as you continued to toy with his balls.
whenever your hand reached the tip, you would squeeze every so slightly, causing him to fuck into your hand.
jaemin was close, and you could tell by the way he was whimpering and trying to chase your hand.
you looked up at him, smiling to yourself before pulling off his dick completely, basking in his borderline sob at the loss of contact.
"why did you stop?" tears welled up in his eyes, feeling like he would explode, "you're so fuckin' mean."
cooing, you wiped tears away from his eyes like he did earlier, "cause i knew you were close, jaem."
he sniffled, grabbing you and pinning you down onto the bed in one swift motion.
sometimes, you forget how strong he can be, causing you to get even more wet if that was possible. your panties were sticking almost uncomfortably to your cunt, and you were hoping he would do something to relief that soon.
too lost in your own thoughts of pleasure, you didn't even realize jaemin was pulling your t-shirt up until the cool air hit your nipples.
he used his lithe digits to roll your perked nipples around, causing you to squeal at the contact.
"love the panties," jaemin teased, using one of his hands to snap the waistband against your skin, "so cute and so soaked. god, you really get off from anything as long as it's me, huh?"
"you fuckin' wish," you tried to bite, but it came out as a whimper when he pressed his hand against your core, allowing for some friction of pleasure.
"shhh," he said, "can't even muster an ounce of niceness when i'm about to fuck you?"
jaemin flicked your nipples, smirking at your almost pained moan before moving down to take your underwear off, eyes watching how they were sticking to your sopping cunt, "so wet for me, hm?"
you nodded your head in compliance this time, "all for you."
he swiped a finger up your slit, bringing it to his mouth and licking it clean, "taste so sweet, but act so so mean towards nana, wonder why that is?"
you huffed, hooking a heel behind his thigh and pulling him close so his cock would make some contact with your cunt, a noise escaping your throat when the tip came into rough contact with your clit.
"that needy? what was it you said earlier? beg. beg for it, dumb whore."
degrading was something you and jaemin never tried, but with how effortlessly it slipped out of his mouth, you wish he would've done it sooner.
"jaem," you grinded against his cock, "please fuck me, y'know you want to. please, i need it so badly."
jaemin just looked at you unimpressed, dragging his cock up and down your cunt, looking at how you falter when his tip catches your sensitive bundle of nerves, "beg more."
you wanted to burst into tears, he knows how much you want him, he can feel how wet you are and probably at more slickness slipping out as he teased you, "nana, please put it in. i'll stop being mean, promise. i need your cock--i need you. please fuck me."
his left hand came up to smooth your hair out, smiling all his pearls at you as he slowly pushed the fat tip of his cock into you, finally.
jaemin slowly pushed himself into your cunt, moaning at how easily you took his cock, letting his hand fall from your hair and place pressure on your clit.
"it's like you were made for me, fuck" he gritted his teeth, thrusting shallowly into you, "taking me so well every time, your cunt just fuckin' sucks me in.. ha."
all you could do was moan in response, eyes rolling back when jaemin's gold chain smacked you in the nose, "fuck, too good."
jaemin rubbed your clit roughly as he picked his pace up, hips snapping against yours as your arousal ran down your thighs and his balls, creating a wet sound between the two of you.
you clenched around jaemin's cock, letting out high pitched noises of pleasure as he fucked you harshly, the knot in your stomach tightening and traveling down your pelvis.
"fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck" you cried, placing your hand on his lower abdomen and trying to push him away, but he quickly snatched it and held it above your head, "jaem, fuck, please, it's too much."
jaemin ignored your pleas, "y'know you can take it, stop trying to run from it."
when jaemin snapped his hips harshly once more, you felt that knot in your stomach break and ecstasy overtake your senses.
you couldn't even muster the feeling of embarassment from how good you felt when liquid practically sprayed your thighs and jaemin's abdomen.
the boy tapped the head of his cock on your clit, groaning loudly as you continued to squirt before roughly showing himself back into you.
"jaemin," you squealed, back arching up, "i can't! i can't."
"you can," he said, fucking you harshly, feeling himself getting closer and closer, "and you will take this dick. you wanna whine about other people havin' it so bad, take it, slut."
with jaemin fucking you so soon after an intense orgasm, all you could do was sob and mumble his name. it wasn't going to take you long to cum again, and jaemin could tell about how you were clenching on his dick.
your fingers dug into his shoulders, creating red crescents as his chain smacked you over and over again, his orgasm approaching any second.
"i'm so close, angel." he whined, his thrusts starting to stutter and slow down, "fuck, can i come inside please?"
"o-of course," you nodded your head, your own orgasm approaching once more, "please cum in me."
one more snap of jaemin's hips and he let out a loud moan, stilling himself as white hot ropes of his cum began to fill you and create a creamy ring around his cock, "fuck, you were too good."
he began to thrust slowly to ride out your orgasms, kissing your forehead and whispering sweet praises into your ear.
once you pushed his chest away to let him know he was overstimulating you, he pulled out completely and laid next to you, chest heaving rapidly.
"y/n." he turned on his side, "i really do like you."
you smiled, grabbing his hand and intertwining your fingers, "i really like you too jaemin."
he pressed a gentle kiss to your cheek and pulled you closer to him, "it's always been just you."
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AMERICAN MONEY ā˜… LOGAN SARGEANT
PAIRING āœ¦ logan sargeant x fem!reader
SUMMARY āœ¦ after a trip to the miami grand prix, and some meddling from your sister and her boyfriend, you manage to capture the attention of a certain williams driver [ SMAU ]
WARNINGS āœ¦ cursing
NOTES āœ¦ reader is british & lives in london. reader is also a uni student. the fc i've used is brooke flecca, but feel free to picture whoever you want! this fic is based off of the song American Money by BƘRNS. i included a couple of easter eggs for future smaus in the series in this chapter, lmk if you spotted any ;)
SERIES āœ¦ interlinked masterlist [ ft various other drivers ā€” this fic can be read as a standalone OR as apart of the series! ]
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user1 STUNNER
user2 such a beauty in all three oh my days
user3 PLEASE SEND ME THE LINK TO THE CAMERA!!
yourusername check your dms x
user4 WHAT A BABE.
yoursister photography credits?? šŸ˜”šŸ˜”
yourusername yeah yeah whatevs
oscarpiastri and lighting credits?
yourusername shut up pastry no one cares šŸ—£ļø
user5 Y/N LOL
user6 wait why is oscar piastri in her likes...
user7 her sister has been dating him!!
user6 ahhh i see!!
user8 are you from tennessee?
yourusername ewwww rogue man in my comments GO AWAYšŸ¤ŗšŸ¤ŗ
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yourusername WE ā¤ļø ICE CREAM (& miami beach)
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user10 GORGEOUS GIRLIES!!
user11 ice cream flavors šŸŽ¤
yourusername bubblegum 4 me & sherbert 4 y/s/n šŸ˜‰
user12 THEY'RE BOTH GORGEOUS OH MY DAYSSS
user13 the sea looks so perfect omg
user14 they're in miami for the gp???
user15 y/s/n probably dragged y/n along with her šŸ¤£
yourusername that's exactly what happened šŸ˜‚
yourfriend AWOOGA
yourusername KISSES FROM ME AND Y/S/N šŸ’‹šŸ’‹
yoursister we love miami šŸ’˜šŸ’˜
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logansargeant need a tour guide? šŸ˜šŸ˜
yourusername if you're as annoying as oscar is then no thanks ā¤ļø
logansargeant oscar pisses me off too
yourusername okay offer accepted! šŸ˜
oscarpiastri WHAT.
yourusername YOU LITERALLY TRIED TO SELL ME??
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yourusername miami, you've been a blasttt šŸŽ†šŸŽ†
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user16 PURPLE IS YOUR COLOURRR!!
user17 color* BUT YES!!
user18 AMERICANS BOOO IT'S COLOUR
user19 COLOR* šŸ¦…
yourusername GUYSS it's colour.
user16 EXACTLYY
user20 the mclaren flag šŸ¤£
yourusername she's a loyal babe @/yoursister
user21 LOGANNN??
user22 okay someone needs to find out who this girl is and why logan has been in her likes and stories.
user23 tf is this cia agent bullshit leave them be šŸ¤£
oscarpiastri i notice you aren't dripped out in mclaren merch, y/n?
yourusername im not associated with that sorry
landonorris just say you hate me
oscarpiastri no it's me she hates
yourusername guys guys guys. no need to fight. i hate both of you EQUALLY šŸ˜Š
logansargeant had the best time with you!!
yourusername can't relate actually. only stuck around for the normal fanta šŸŠ
logansargeant oh?
yourusername JOKES šŸ˜
yoursister šŸ‘€šŸ‘€
user24 @/yoursister YOU'RE ALL OF US RN.
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user28 @/logansargeant brooo come be her other half!
user29 @/logansargeant SAVE HER NOWWW
user30 @/logansargeant chain!
user31 @/logansargeant
user32 @/logansargeant
user33 @/logansargeant
user34 @/logansargeant
user35 @/logansargeant
user36 okay but why is no one talking about how beautiful she is hellooo?? enough about a MAN let's talk about this WOMAN.
user37 RIGHTT??
yoursister y/n i think you broke the internet
yourusername whoops???
oscarpiastri 10k likes and i'll make logan call y/n šŸ„°
oscarpiastri I DIDN'T THINK IT'D ACTUALLY GET 10K LIKES WHAT??
user38 so when's logan calling y/n??
oscarpiastri coming soon šŸ‘Š
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yourusername how come every time you come around šŸ—£ļø
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user42 MY LONDON LONDON BRIDGE WANNA GO DOWN
user43 absolutely iconic
user44 SHE'S IN THE UK??
yourusername baby i live here haha ā¤ļø
user45 YOU'RE SO FERGALICIOUSSS
user46 it's giving absolutely everything it needed to give
user47 no logan???
user48 im sure y/n and logan will meet up again soon, they just have very busy lives, what with y/n just finishing her final year at uni & logan being a literal f1 driver
yoursister so did my invite get lost in the post or
yourusername idk, it wasn't me who was busy in austria with her boyfriend so!
oscarpiastri why am i always brought into these conversations
yourusername because i hate you
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yourusername a doggie, a logie and spaghetti šŸ˜
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user51 SHE CALLED HIM LOGIEEE IM WEAK IN THE KNEES
user52 CUTIES FR
user53 THE DOG AWWW
user54 they match together so perfectly
user55 omg y/nlogan CONFIRMEDDD!!
user56 this post is everything to me and more
yoursister is this your definition of a soft launch
yourusername boo the internet already caught us basically making out at silverstone what's the difference
user57 Y/S/N HAHAHA
oscarpiastri i won't say i had a part in this buttt...
yourusername thanks for trying to sell me oscar.
oscarpiastri no problem!
alexsgf ANOTHER FEMALE IN THE WILLIAMS PADDOCK šŸ”„šŸ”„
yourusername when you leave alex for me should i pretend to be shocked
alexsgf well, yes
logansargeant @/alex_albon oh dear
alex_albon this was always going to happen. we should've prepared in advance šŸ˜”
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yourusername officially dating a uni graduate šŸ„³šŸ„³ couldn't be prouder ā¤ļø
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user58 felt her aura from ten scrolls away WOW
user59 RIGHT? she IS the moment
user60 slide 2 šŸ„ŗ
user61 petition for y/n and logan to become dog parents
yourusername @/logansargeant please please please
logansargeant i'll consider it
yourusername a win is a win šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļøšŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø
user62 she's suchhh a babe omg
user63 they're too cute together
yoursister treat her good, sargeant.
logansargeant will do ma'am šŸ«”
yourusername logan she's younger than you?? and also im allowed to do this spiel with you, not the other way around?!
yoursister he's the new boyfriend now, not oscar šŸ¤·ā€ā™€ļø
yourusername LOGAN THAT SLIP OF ME EWWWW DELETE DELETE
logansargeant you look beautiful either way ā¤ļø
oscarpiastri ewww ruining my feed delete these comments please
yourusername don't be fooled guys, im only dating him for that american money šŸ„³
logansargeant she's kidding.
yourusername being a uni student is expensive to be fair
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Enough For You - Lando Norris
: Lando Norris x Reader
: All Y/n wanted was to be enough for Lando
: Series Masterlist
: Main Masterlist
: Author's Note - I had been so busy with work that this kept on getting delayed but anyways it's finally here! lmk what you think.
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Yourname: Running around the city with my favourite papaya boy (Osc yk it's always you he paid me to say that)! At this point I deserve an award for how many years I've put up with your antics <3
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oscarpiastri: Wow so this is what betrayal feels like (It's okay i know I'm your favourite, let little Lando Norris have his fun)
-> landonorris: i- bitch please I'm older than you
-> yourname: @/landonorris shhhh let the grown ups talk
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landonorris: oh please you love it!
-> yourname: do I now?
-> landonorris: šŸ˜
-> User73: THIS SEXUAL TENSION AHHH!!!!!
-> User21: And then they say "we're just friends" ya just friends my ass
User93: Hmm so Lando spent his only day off during race week with y/n....interesting
Y/n waved as she watched Lando drive away from her doorstep. Today had been like a fever dream. When Lando called her, asking to spend time with her, Y/n was over the moon. It was like wishing for something and having it come true. As she entered the house, she got a text from Lando:
Lando šŸ§”: I had a lot fun! thanks for keeping me company today!
Smiling to herself, Y/n made her way into her bedroom. There at the vanity mirror was a photo of her and Lando from when they were 18 years old. It was the night they both went for a bonfire with some of their friends. It was also the first time Y/n realised that she was madly in love with Lando. She doesn't know if it was the melted marshmallow that he somehow managed to get in his hair or the fact that he noticed her getting cold amongst so many people at the bonfire and offered her his hoodie, a hoodie that she still wears to this date, but somehow, surrounded by friends, all Y/n could see was Lando, sitting on a wooden log, looking back at her from between the flames that rose from the wood.Ā 
As she got ready for the night Y/n got another text from Lando:
Lando šŸ§”: Just got home
Lando šŸ§”: Again thanks for today, everyone I called was busy or just didn't want to go. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't been there
And the bittersweet feeling was back again. For Y/n, Lando was the sun; he was the center of everything. There was not a day that went by without him not being on her mind - their impromptu coffee runs, their inside jokes, their stolen glances. Yet every time Y/n let herself believe that something was going to happen between them, she was always met with disappointment. It seemed like she was always a convenient option for Lando. Someone he'd come to when he had no one around but would easily disregard when he found someone more exciting. Y/n thinks about all those times she spent crying because she felt used. About the time when Lando threw her a birthday party and then proceeded to spend the entire night hitting on almost every girl present at the venue. The worst part is that Y/n wasn't even mad; instead, she was sad about the fact that she wasn't one of the girls. All she would ask for at every birthday wish, every 11:11, every rainbow she saw was for Lando to finally see her.
Y/n could feel herself get emotional, so she decided to browse through her phone, when she got a notification on Twitter.
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LN4Updates: Lando Norris in today's twitch stream!!
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User32: hmm ok let me quickly just go and bleach my entire head šŸƒšŸ»ā€ā™€ļø
User43: He does seem like he would like blondes more
-> User51: What do you mean?
-> User43: Idk blondes are prettier, they seem to have more fun and lando is the kinda guy that enjoys that ig
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-> are you perhaps maybe idk just taking a wild guess here could be absolutely off dying your hair b****e??
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One thing that Y/n was extremely grateful for in her friendship with Lando was being able to befriend George. Over the years, he had become like a brother to her, and because of George, she also got to know Carmen. She was like a breath of fresh air, and Y/n doesn't know how she would manage her life now without Carmen by her side. The moment they met, it was like they had known each other their whole lives. Carmen was always protective of Y/n. All those times that Y/n found herself crying over Lando, Carmen was always there with her, consoling her. She knows that Carmen wants the best for her and that she's disappointed that Y/n is dying her hair to make Lando like her more, but how can she not? The boy of your dreams likes blondes more, and she would do anything to make him like her. Looking up at the mirror, Y/n stared at her tied-up brunette locks. In the reflection, she caught sight of a book kept on top of her table. She let out a bitter chuckle, remembering the time Lando had posted that book and talked about how impressed he was with it. Like an idiot, Y/n got that book and read it word for word, in hopes that Lando would think that she is smart and that they have more in common than he might think. Instead, Lando barely even registered her comment about the book; he was more focused on the waitress who was taking their order.Ā 
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User88: umm hello since when did you go BLONDEEEEE šŸ‘±šŸ»ā€ā™€ļø
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landonorris: SPEEDCO is out now on quadrant.gg check it out!!! Also watch me and ria slay
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Lando quickly posted a story before he kept his phone back and continued to talk to the girl in front of him. George, Lando, Charles, and a couple of other drivers had decided to go clubbing before race week, and so here Lando was surrounded by friends, enjoying himself. So lost in his conversation, Lando did not notice three pairs of eyes on him. From afar, Y/n, Carmen, and George watched Lando interact with some blonde girl. The three of them had decided to come together for the club.
Y/n felt like laughing at her fate; no matter what she does, he still won't pay attention to her the way she wants him to. Even with her now blonde hair, he was still talking to someone else. Lando made his way towards the trio with the girl from earlier. "Hey, mate, how's it going?" he asked George before turning towards Carmen and saying, "Carmen! It's always a pleasure to see you. You look fabulous, by the way." Lando turned towards Y/n and gave her a nod before taking a sip from his drink, not bothering to say anything else.Ā 
"Good mate, don't you want to, say, compliment Y/n too?" George asked, having seen the look of hurt on Y/n's face when Lando didn't say anything about her. "Nah mate, yk it's just Y/n; she's not the compliment type," Lando said before laughing and throwing an arm around Y/n's shoulder.
Pain, hurt, and embarrassment. That's all Y/n felt under Lando's embrace. She could see the girl from earlier smirking at Y/n after Lando's comment. Suddenly she felt hot, the kind of hot that makes you want to disappear entirely. Carmen saw right through Y/n's fake smile after what Lando had just said. She knew Y/n needed a moment alone, away from this scene and, most importantly, away from Lando. "Y/n I wanted to go touch up my makeup. Would you accompany me to the restroom?" Carmen said and grabbed Y/n's hand, pulling her towards the restroom.Ā 
George and Lando went to the bar to get another drink when George said, "You know, that was kinda mean back there." Lando looked at George, confused. "What you said to Y/n," said George. Lando just shrugged and said, "Yk, how it is with me and her, we're always like this." "Do you know she likes you, like more than a friend?" George couldn't help himself; he knew he'd hear from Carmen and Y/n about this, but he just couldn't control himself. "What?" Lando looked at George, a little shocked. "Ya man, she does. Idk why you keep on chasing these meaningless girls when you have someone as amazing as Y/n by your side, and what for some hours of pleasure?" George said this before he took a sip of his drink and looked at Lando. "Why didn't she say anything?" George just shrugged at that. Lando's mind went back to all the interactions they've ever had, trying to piece together a moment that might confirm this theory that George had just blurted out.Ā 
Meanwhile, in the restroom, Carmen was trying to calm down Y/n "He's just stupid; don't listen to him. You know how many people have come up to try to talk to you today. Don't let him ruin your night," said Carmen. Y/n running hands through her hair, "Ya, but none of them were him, and now he just went ahead and embarrassed me in front of everyone like that." Taking a deep breath, Y/n said, "I think I want to go home. Ya, I'll see you tomorrow for the practice." With that, Y/n rushed out of the restroom and towards the exit.Ā 
Lando saw Y/n leave in a rush and followed her. "Y/n,"Ā  "Y/n wait up." She heard Lando's voice but continued to make her way towards the exit to book a cab for herself. "Wait up, where are you going? And are you booking a cab? It's not safe to take a cab this late," Lando said as he caught up with her at the exit. "It's okay; I'll manage just fine. You can go back to the party now," Y/n replied bitterly before typing in her address. Just as she was about to confirm the cab, Lando took her phone from her hand. "WHAT?" Y/n said a little louder than she had intended to, making a few people look their way. "I'll drop you; please, let me," Lando said before he took her hand and led her to his car.Ā 
The journey was filled with silence; not a single word was exchanged between the two of them. Not even a single glanceā€”well, not from Y/n at leastā€”because Lando kept looking at her every few minutes or so. Growing tired of this weird air in the car, Y/n asked, "Do you want to say anything?" Lando just looked back at her without saying anything. "If not, then please stop looking at me again and again," Y/n said. "I can't help it; you look absolutely stunning," said Lando. Y/n scoffed at that comment before saying, "Oh, why the praise? I thought I wasn't the compliment type." Lando internally regrets saying that now. "Look, I know that you like me. George told me," Y/n felt her heart drop, waiting for Lando to continue, to tell her that he was not interested in her and that she could never be his type- "And I want to give this a try," said Lando, breaking her from her thoughts. "Whatt?" Y/n, not believing her ears, asked again. "What do you mean by you want to give this a chance?" Lando stopped the car at the traffic light before turning to look at Y/n. Taking a hold of her hand, he said, "I want to see where this goes. We have such great chemistry, and everyone else also seems to think the same. I want to give us a try." "So, what do you say, Y/n, L/n? Will you date me?" Lando looked at Y/n, expecting her to answer; what he didn't expect was for her to pull him in for a kiss. It was only when the car behind them started honking that they pulled away from each other. Lando drove Y/n back to her house. The car was filled with silence again, but this time, rather than tension, it was filled with this newfound excitement.Ā 
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landonorris: Another week, Another race!! let's make the most of this one šŸ§”
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User22: Ummmm so are you not gonna talk about how YOU'RE KISSING Y/N
User01: Ofc betrayed by my favourite driver šŸ’”
Yourname: Let's get podium this week
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Formula1Updates: Sebastian Vettel bids farewell to Formula 1. Lewis Hamilton organized a celebratory dinner in honor of the legendary Vettel. All drivers gather together with their wives/girlfriends to celebrate the fantastic journey of Seb. Here is a photo of all the drivers outside the restaurant. Click the link in the bio to learn more!
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User22: The end of an era!!!
Y/n looked around at all the people that had gathered here to celebrate Seb. She had not known him for that long, but when she needed him; he was there for her. It is funny how they first met; it was the race after Y/n's birthday, and Lando had invited her to the paddock as a way to make up to her for ignoring Y/n during her birthday party, which he threw. Y/n was so excited to spend time with him, but all that excitement died down when she got to know that Lando had also invited some of his other friends. Still, she tried to get along with everyone for Lando's sake but it was of no use. Lando barely exchanged a few words with her, instead he spent his entire time with his other friends, which included a bunch of models from Instagram. Y/n remembers how she had gone for a walk in hopes to make her self feel better when she ran into Seb. He just had a way with people, upon seeing her Seb immediately knew something was wrong and what was meant to be a quick 5 min walk to clear her mind turned into a 2 hour ranting session for Y/n. Rest is all history, since then Seb sort of took Y/n under his guidance, always giving her advise when she needed it.
Y/n felt someone stand next to her, and when she turned, she was face-to-face with the man of the evening himself. "Not getting bored, are you?" Seb asked Y/n while giving her a little nudge. "Of course not, just sad that I won't get to see you in the paddock anymore," Y/n said as she let out a sign. Gently pulling her in for a side hug, Seb said, "I see you got the guy!" This caused Y/n to turn her attention to Lando. There he was, the boy she had fallen in love with a long time ago, falling in love with her too. It was as if he could sense her gaze, because at that moment Lando turned to look at Y/n and smiled at her before going to talk to more people present at the party. "Yes, now you no longer have to listen to me mope over him, huh?" Y/n said as she smiled at Seb. "Just know that if he ever breaks your heart, I'll slash his tyres," Seb playfully threatened as he took a sip of his drink. Y/n laughed at his comment before excusing herself to go talk to Alexandra and Carmen.
After a while of chatting, Y/n started to wonder where Lando was. Making her way around the room, she saw him talking to some brunettes. So many people were invited that Y/n had no clue who most of them were. As she made her way towards Lando, she saw the girl raise her hand to fix his hair. Y/n could feel jealousy brewing in her. Quickly making her way towards him, she threw an arm around his waist and greeted him. "Hey, babe, where have you been? They are about to serve dinner; I thought I should come and get you," Y/n said as she looked at the girl in front of her. "Oh yeah, let's get going. I'll talk to you later, Luisa. It was lovely meeting you here, and again, you look amazing. Have a great night," Lando said as he wrapped his arm around Y/n and started walking towards the dining area with her.Ā  Y/n forced herself to smile; she told herself that it's okay; Lando is with her now. All these meaningless compliments to other girls are not going to do anything to change that. At the end of the day, she gets to go home with him, not them, and that's enough. Y/n knew there was no point in dwelling on this; it was not going to do her any good, and if she brought it up, it might cause a fight between them. So instead, Y/n turned her attention to the food in front of her and the people around her. Taking part in their conversation, so she could forget the thoughts plaguing her mind.
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yourname: Too many memories, too many people to tag! What a dinner it was Lewis! Gonna miss having Seb around šŸ«‚
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sebastianvettel: Gonna miss terrorizing mclaren with you @/Yourname
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lewishamilton: Thank you Y/n <3 Really glad you we're able to make it
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User68: Okay but way hasn't Lando commented???
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landonorris: Had one of the best trips in Dubai!!! Can't wait to visit again šŸŒµ
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maxfewtrell: Best part was when you fell from the camel šŸ˜‚
-> landonorris: what the hell mate!! you were supposed to keep that a secret
User01: Shirtless landooo šŸ¤¤
User48: Omgggg Lando and Luisa look so cuteeeee
-> User03: Dudee he has a gf why would you ship him with her??
-> User48: Honestly I think they look better together
Y/n felt hurt and disappointed. Boys trip! That's what Lando had said, so when she saw him post pictures with Luisa, she felt her heart sank. For a moment, Y/n was still ready to ignore this; maybe she was there at the same time, or maybe they did plan to go. Who cares? She trusts Lando, and that's all that should matter. But all the comments under his post talking about how he looks better with Luisa and how Lando and Y/n should have never gotten together made her question everything.
Unable to think straight, Y/n called Lando:
Lando: Hey, babe (he greeted cheerfully)
Y/n: (For a second, Y/n wanted to forget about all of this and just not make things worse between them) Hey Lan, How was the trip?
Lando: Oh, it was great. I had so much fun; the boys and I went on a safari and all too!! It was just amazing
Y/n: Oh, did the boys have fun?
Lando: Yes, it was honestly one of the best trips I've ever been on
Y/n: Why was Luisa with you guys? (Y/n went straight to the topic, tired of beating around the bush)
Lando: (hesitant) What do you mean, she came on the trip with us?
Y/n: You never told me she was also going. Why did she go anyway? I thought it was just an "all boys trip," or is Luisa one of the boys now?
Lando: What do you even mean? Of course not. Luisa came because I invited her. That day at Seb's dinner, we had such a good conversation that I asked her if she wanted to come with us. I mean, what's the big deal anyway?
Y/n: What's the big deal? The big deal is that you failed to mention to your girlfriend, who is still me, that you were going on a trip with another girl who, by the way, you met a couple of weeks ago. And now you're telling me you invited her?? Do you see why I am having a hard time trying to wrap my head around this?
Lando: Honestly, you're making a bigger deal than it actually is. Ya, so I invited her. It's not like I fucked her or anything, and forgive me if inviting a friend on a trip is a crime.
Y/n: A friend I'd still understand; she's not your friend Lando, and if anything, you should have asked me to come and not her!
Lando: Is that what the problem isā€”you're jealous I didn't invite you? Honestly, Y/n that's just pathetic, even for you. Your constant need to be around me 24/7 is so annoying sometimes. Do you ever think that maybe I invited Luisa because I can't stand this clingy behaviour of yours? But, of course, you'd never think about how you might be at fault here. I just feel like you can never be satisfied, like ever. Every time I talk to a girl, you have an issue. I mean, if it's such a huge issue, then let's just end things. That would make things a lot simpler for the both of us.
Y/n: No, wait, I didn't mean it like that. I'm sorry if you felt like that. I had no idea that you were feeling like that. I swear, I don't have an issue with you interacting with other girls. It's just all these comments online that have been getting to me.
Lando: You know, they always say random things. People ship me with any beautiful girl they see me with, but that doesn't mean that it will come true. You should be so easy to control that even meaningless comments get to you.
Y/n: Ya, I'm sorry
Lando: It's okay. Now, what are you doing tonight? There is a party I want to attend, and I wanted to know if you'd like to come with me
Y/n: Oh, nothing, I'm free. Pick me up at 8?
Lando: You got it! Anyway, I should get going.
Y/n: Bye, I love yo-(Lando hung up before she could finish)
Signing to herself, Y/n opened her chat with Carmen
Y/n: Hey, sorry to inform you at the last minute, but something came up and I won't be able to make it tonight. (Y/n felt guilty about ditching Carmen on their movie night. She knew if she told her the real reason, Carmen would be extremely upset with Y/n, but more than that, angry at Lando)
Carmen šŸ¤Ž: Is everything okay??
Y/n: Ya, ya, everything is fine. I just remembered this thing I had to complete that I forgot because I kept on procrastinating.
Carmen šŸ¤Ž: Ofc you'd do that šŸ¤¦šŸ»ā€ā™€ļø How many times have I told you to use the planner I gave you? It would make life so much simpler for you
Y/n: Ikkkk I'll use it again next time!! I swear šŸ«¶šŸ»
Carmen šŸ¤Ž: Good šŸ˜Œ
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LN4Updates: Lando Norris and Luisinha Oliveira were spotted in the Mclaren vicinity. The two previously went on a trip together to Dubai. Fans on Twitter are convinced that these two are seeing each other and that Norris and Y/n L/n have broken up, but there is no confirmation from all the parties involved. From what we can gather, Norris and Oliveira seemed to have a friendly conversation. Some fans present at the race claim that they saw Norris being a little more affectionate towards Oliveira, but nothing can be said for certain. Is this the end of Norris and L/n, or is there more to the story?
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User20: NOO don't tell me they broke up!!!
User82: Honestly I kinda knew this was gonna happen. I mean Y/n is not really Lando's type. I was really surprised when they had announced they were dating
-> User08: Okay but who asked you for your opinion?? They are perfect
-> User77: I'd have to disagree. Lando and Luisa are more compatible you just don't want to accept the fact that lany/n are not that great
Y/n was fuming. She felt as if someone had slapped her right across the face. Even after letting Lando know about her concerns and reservations about him hanging out with Luisa, he went ahead and did it again. Was this the reason why Lando urged Y/n to take a break from the constant travelling? So that he could have Luisa in the paddock with him? Y/n was disgusted; she felt used and discarded. She changed everything about herselfā€”her hair, the way she dresses, the way she talksā€”hell, she even started to go to his stupid parties with him to make him like her more. There is always a breaking point in everyone's life, and Y/n had reached that.Ā 
Y/n could feel hurt and anger taking over when she heard the front door of her house open. Lando was home from the race. Without wasting a second, Y/n barged into the living room, only to find Lando relaxing on the couch. "How dare you!" Y/n screamed at Lando. If she wasn't so mad, she would have laughed at Lando's confused expression. "What? What do you mean?" asked Lando. "Don't play dumb with me. I told you how I felt about her, and yet you still invited her to the paddock." Y/n could feel tears pricking her eyes. "What? Luisa? How many times do we have to go through this? At this point, I might as well date her. Because clearly, that's what you think I am doing anyway. You might as well make your wish come true," Lando finished. "I hate you, Lando Norris. I fucking hate you so much. I changed everything EVERYTHING for you. I wanted to be like all those girls you usually like. I changed the way I wear makeup; I changed my freaking hair color because you said you liked blondes more in a stupid stream." Y/n let out a shaky breath before continuing. "When you told me you wanted to give us a try, I was so happy. It felt like the universe had finally heard my prayers. I was so happy that I spent the entire night lying on my bed with a huge smile on my face. You know, I always feared that this would happen. I knew that you'd leave me the second you'd find someone more exciting," Y/n said as she wiped the tears streaming down her face. "I had no idea you felt like this," Lando said. For a second, he almost sounded genuine, like he finally saw how his actions had affected Y/n. "I'm sorry you felt that way," Lando said as he looked back at her. "It's a little too late for sorry now, Lando. You have done the damage," Y/n said. "I said I was sorry. Why can't that be enough for you? What do you want me to do? Stop talking to every girl I ever see." Lando said, getting frustrated with how things were going. "I should have known that this was just a waste of time. I would have had such an easy life if George hadn't opened his big mouth and blabbered about how my life would be much better if I just gave you a try and stopped chasing after meaningless pleasure. If only I had known that I was just choosing one meaningless pleasure over another," Lando said as he finally let his frustration take over. Y/n couldn't take it anymore. "Get out! Just get the hell out of my house. I don't want to see your face ever again. I regret the day I met you. I regret it with every fibre present in my body," Y/n said as she watched Lando leave her house, but not before slamming the front door shut.Ā 
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User02: Wait does this mean that Lando and Y/n are no longer together??
-> User54: Did you not see the story Lando posted the other day?? I think that was enough to confirm that šŸ’”
User98: He used lyrics from loverrr!!!! this boy is down bad
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User82: I'm happy that he is happy but isn't this too soon? like he just broke up with Y/n. I mean the least we can do is wait for a month or something not just a few days!!!
-> User66: That's so true! I was thinking the same thing. I mean unless....This has been going on for a while! That's the only explanation cause why else would he jump into a new relationship so quickly??
-> User82: I mean it could be! Do you think this is why George unfollowed Lando??
Y/n saw Lando's post, confirming that he was with Luisa. Y/n hated that girl. She had everything Y/n could have wanted, and she didn't even have to change herself to get Lando's attention. Tired of feeling sorry for herself, Y/n made her way to her bathroom. Standing in front of the mirror, all she could see was a part of her that she no longer liked. A pathetic part of her that tried everything just so she could get a boy to love her longer. Frustrated, she got into her car and drove to the salon she always goes to. It was about time she felt like her old self again, and the easiest step in that direction was getting rid of the sad blonde locks that covered her head.
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F1Gossip: Bye bye Lando! Y/n L/n, the former girlfriend of Lando Norris, was spotted getting cozy with singer/songwriter Shawn Mendes. The two reportedly first met when they were doing a campaign together for Tommy Hilfiger. Ever since the announcement of Norris's new relationship, L/n has become radio silent. Apart from posting a single story and work-related content, L/n has left her fans guessing about what's been going on with her life. Neither Mendes nor L/n have commented on the paparazzi photos that captured them looking anything but friendly. Is there a new couple on the block or are they "Just Friends?" Stay tuned for more updates on this situation!
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User11: Ohhhh not the "Just friends" shadeeee šŸ«¢
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shawnmendes: Nothing to see here, just me, my beautiful girlfriend, and our little baby šŸ¦®
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Yourname: The most perfect family I could have ever asked for <3
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carmenmmundt: When do i get to meet the most handsome boy in the world???
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georgerussell63: The baby in question is a grown ass dog that tried to chew my shoes the other day
-> Yourname: Your fault, should have just let him bite you instead šŸ˜’
-> georgerussell63: šŸ˜Ø
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AllthingsF1: Trouble in paradise? Lando Norris and Luisinha Oliveira were seen engaged in a heated argument right before today's qualifying. This comes at a time when Norris has been going through a rough patch these past few races; from constant crashes to DNFs, Norris can't seem to catch a break. Is this off-track drama affecting his performance, or is this simply a coincidence? Some also believe that this could also be the result of Y/n L/n announcing her new relationship. Could this be the downfall for Lando Norris, on and off track?
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F1Tea: Lando Norris is out of the race again! After yet another crash, the chances of Norris and McLaren doing well in the championship seem to be decreasing, race by race. Many fans blame Norris for getting distracted and not performing at his best. Some believe that this poor performance is the result of issues Norris has been facing in his personal life. After his breakup with Luisinha Oliveira, Norris has not been coping that well. Norris also seemed to like a few tweets (now unliked) about his relationship with Y/n L/n. Norris broke up with L/n a few months ago, after which the two have not been in contact. He also immediately got together with Oliveira after their breakup. It's about time that Norris gets out of this slump he's been going through if he wants to hold on to his Formula 1 dream.
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Y/n closed her phone when she heard the front door open, following which she heard a loud bark, and before she knew it, through came her little fur baby, ready to give her all the cuddles in the world. She looked up from her spot on the cough and saw Shawn enter the room holding up a bag of muffins. "Blueberry?" Y/n asked with a hint of excitement in her voice. "You know it! I saw it on my way back and knew how you were craving these. So I got a bunch of them," Shawn said as he kept the baked goods on the counter and made his way towards the couch. "What happened?" Shawn asked, noticing how Y/n looked a little distracted. "Nothing; I just got a text from Lando," Y/n said before looking back at Shawn. "Why? Did he say anything stupid? If so, let me know, because then he'll have to deal with me," Shawn said as he stroked Y/n's leg. "No, he just said he misses me. You know, if I hadn't met you and realized what being in an actual relationship is like, I actually would have gotten back with him," Y/n said as she petted their dog, who was exhausted and almost asleep after a morning run with his dad. "But I am glad that I found you. I have never felt more like myself than when I am with you. I just want to say that I love you so much and I love our little family," Y/n finished. Shawn quickly got up from his place and tackled Y/n. "I love you too. So much, you won't believe it, and I can't wait to expand our little family," Shawn said, smirking at Y/n before he started peppering her face with kisses. Laughter was the only sound that filled the L/n-Mendes household as they spent the rest of the afternoon talking and watching old movies.
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(I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time! I like be better when I'm with you šŸ©µ)
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Lando looked at Y/n's story, and all he felt was pain. Not only did he lose a person who truly loved him, he also lost one of his best friends. Being with Luisa was exciting; it made him feel young and full of life. The idea of settling down seemed so foreign back then that Lando couldn't have cared less about how his actions might have affected Y/n. He knew it was wrong to flirt with multiple women, even though he was in a committed relationship, but all of that felt like nonsense to him back then. But as he lay in bed, sad and alone, Lando realised just how much of an impact Y/n had on his life. He lost the girl, and now he's on the verge of losing his career as well. Lando felt a tear roll down his face. One became two, two became four, and before he knew it, he was full of tears. There was nothing Lando could do; he laid the bed with all his actions, and now he has to sleep in it. Tired of it all, Lando finally let sleep take over him, hoping that when he wakes up later, his heart will feel a little lighter.
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propertyofwicked Ā· 5 months ago
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SMITTEN - LN
ln x reader, platonic!grid x reader SMAU
based on this request āœ§ my inbox is open āœ§
warnings: none, just a little swearing throughout - also she's a short one
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maxverstappen1 losers?? i think you mean losers and three time world champion, no?
ā¤· yourusername they're not mutually exclusive
charles_leclerc proud of everything you've achieved mon amour
ā¤· yourusername youā€™re just glad i left karting so that i stopped kicking your ass
ā¤· charles_leclerc we raced in different categories?
ā¤· yourusername the points dont lie leclerc
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ā¤· francisca.cgomes leak them
ā¤· pierregasly bro??
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mclaren thank you for babysitting! šŸ§”
ā¤· yourusername id say anytime but the curly haired one kept asking "why" after every sentence :/
ā¤· landonorris babysitting? nah, milf training comment has been deleted
ā¤· landonorris ā€¦.why?
ā¤· yourusername not sure what i did in a past life to deserve this
ā¤· username3 yo anyone else see the deleted comment? someone pr train this man pleeeease
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ā¤· username1 "lovely" šŸ‘€
username5 working hard or hardly working?
ā¤· yourusername working flaccid.
oscarpiastri šŸ§”
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yourusername taking a break from being your favourite journalist to become the ultimate stray cat whisperer
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francisca.cgomes you look so gorgeous meu bem ā¤ļø
ā¤· yourusername i am nothing compared to you kiks ā¤ļø
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ā¤· username5 i refuse to believe this is real
ā¤· oscarpiastri pretty sure i just heard him meow honestly
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ā¤· charles_leclerc lando please stop you're embarrassing youself
ā¤· maxverstappen1 no charles, let him cook
ā¤· charles_leclerc this is going to end badly
ā¤· maxverstappen1 thats what im hoping for
ā¤· yourusername you guys are being so mean
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ā¤· yourusername ma'am??? im 2 years older than you not 20
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username3 test drive? THE CAR OR LANDO?
ā¤· username12 that is not lando - surely???
charles_leclerc its june 24th.
ā¤· pierregasly he's only gone and done it
ā¤· charles_leclerc i fear i will never recover from this
ā¤· yourusername french speaking men really are the most dramatic.
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georgerussell63 right well that's just cruel y/n. please violate lewis JUST ONCE
ā¤· yourusername lewis didn't have a habit of running me off the track repeatedly
ā¤· georgerussell63 that was ONCE. 14 YEARS AGO.
ā¤· yourusername that's a strange way of apologising
ā¤· username14 sometimes i forget she used to kart with like half of the grid
ā¤· username14 like girly out here interviewing her childhood friends every week
mercedesamgf1 i feel like we need context for the last image, y/n
ā¤· yourusername there are some things you will never know, admin
landonorris come back to mclaren tf?
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username4 lewis actually took part in social content? don't give me false hope i beg of u
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landonorris milf.
ā¤· yourusername im not a mother??
ā¤· landonorris *yet.
username3 wait how short is she? 'cos lando is not that tall i SWEAR
maxverstappen1 don't you mean...cougar?
ā¤· yourusername you wanna talk to me about age gaps rn?
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ā¤· yourusername it still can be babygirl
ā¤· lilymhe say less
ā¤· alex_albon no please do say more - if im losing my girlfriend id like a full explanation
ā¤· yourusername my hairline is still intact?
ā¤· landonorris devoured.
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sescoups Ā· 6 months ago
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favorite coworker - choi vernon
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word count: ~5.3k (i'm so sorry)
summary: vernon is your favorite. he just gets you. of course you can't resist him - not that you would ever want to.
a/n: this is definitely NOT proofread, and i'm sorry. idk i just have the fattest crush on vernon, honestly i can't be held accountable
18+, MDNI!!! warnings under the cut <3
warnings: oral (m. receiving), making out, creepy old man (he doesn't do anything, he's just a creep), mention of vomit, lmk if i missed anything! <3
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ā€œWait so hang on, you mean to tell me youā€™ve never what..? Gone down on a guy?ā€
ā€œOh yell it out, why donā€™t you,ā€ you groan, smacking your forehead into the counter. Thank fuck you just cleaned it.
Vernon is your coworker at the record store in the middle of the city. Heā€™s super chill, does what heā€™s supposed to but doesnā€™t stress out or get pissy if youā€™re having a bad day and work slowly. Heā€™s great. Heā€™s justā€¦ a bit unaware of his surroundings, a lot of the time. Youā€™re lucky only two people are in the store at the moment, or you would have simply passed away.
ā€œSorry, sorry,ā€ he says, holding up his hands in a gesture of peace. ā€œI just kinda canā€™t believe it? I mean, youā€™ve had sex for sure, right?ā€
ā€œYes, Vernon.ā€ You roll your eyes and glare at an old man who is shamelessly looking you up and down. ā€œIā€™ve had sex before. Just not a lot, I guess. And why is it so hard to believe?ā€
Had he been looking at your face, your raised eyebrow might have tipped him off to the fact that he should drop the topic and back off. Unfortunately, in typical Vernon fashion, he was doodling nonsense on a notepad, so he missed it completely.
ā€œWell I mean, youā€™re hot,ā€ he said before finally looking up at you. He started tapping his pen against the counter, leaning his weight on one hand against the counter. ā€œYouā€™re also pretty open about your life in general, so I just figured two plus two equals one, you know.ā€
ā€œWhat the fu- Vernon. Think about what you just said.ā€
ā€œOh fuck. Yeah I deserved to fail math in high school.ā€
You burst into laughter at his words. This is exactly why you love Vernon, and why heā€™s your favorite coworker. Youā€™re laughing so hard you barely manage to greet the new customer who just entered the store. Your coworker is smiling, satisfied with his ability to make you laugh.
The old man who is still eyeing you, now with extra focus on your boobs, comes up to the register just as you manage to sober up from your laughing fit. You clear your throat and turn to face him, giving him a tiny smile in the spirit of customer service. Apparently a mistake.
ā€œExcuse me, sweetheart,ā€ he starts, running his tongue over his front teeth in what you suspect is supposed to be a seduction attempt. ā€œWould you mind maybe showing me some of the records you have in the back?ā€
The smile leaves your face immediately, and youā€™re about to absolutely emaciate him when Vernon cuts in to make sure you do not lose your job over some smarmy geezer.
ā€œShe cannot, sir. Itā€™s store policy. Soz.ā€
You hold your snort in, but barely. The old man huffs and glares at the man next to you, crossing his arms over his chest. Honestly, youā€™re curious at this point. Youā€™ve never seen Vernon handle confrontation - again, very chill dude - but you also know he is very protective over his friends.
ā€œI wasnā€™t talking to you,ā€ the old man says with an eye roll. ā€œI was talking to the pretty young lady.ā€
His smile sends a shiver down your spine, and you take a deep breath. The old man watches your boobs rise and fall. Seriously, fuck this guy. You force the customer service smile back on your face because you actually really like and need this job, and decide this sack of shit isnā€™t worth it.
ā€œHeā€™s right, sir. Itā€™s against store policy, and Iā€™m currently on register duty. If there is a specific record you wish to see, we can look it up in the system.ā€
ā€œIā€™ll keep looking for a whileā€¦ in case you change your mind.ā€
The way he winks at you makes your blood boil, and itā€™s a wonder your teeth donā€™t crack from the pressure of your jaw. The man walks away, and so does Vernon. He canā€™t really kick the guy out unless he does something physical, so you donā€™t know what heā€™s trying to do. Soon, though, your confusion melts into amusement and glee as you watch your coworker follow the man around the store, loudly dissing his music taste whenever he picks up a record. He keeps walking just a little bit too close for comfort, and after about three minutes, the man gives up.
You take huge pleasure in the way the man skulks out, hands in his pockets and back hunched over as if heā€™s trying to get away from something - or someone. Returning to the register, Vernon grins to himself and resumes his doodling without a word. You shake your head in amazement before going to help the other two customers in the store.
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The next time youā€™re working with Vernon, you have the closing shift. Usually only one person is supposed to stay back after closing and clean up, but you just received a large shipment of vinyls that need to be sorted and placed into protective sleeves, so the two of you are working overtime together.
Itā€™s a pretty slow shift, and the two of you pass the time by playing music for one another and guessing the artist and the title. Youā€™re much better at it than he is, but only because youā€™re good at memorizing things; he has a far more varied music taste than you, and would easily have won had he remembered more than two song names and five artists. As per the terms of the game, the loser has to go out to get the dinner you preordered from a restaurant down the street. Itā€™s not far, but itā€™s raining, so youā€™re glad to be exempt.
While your colleague is gone, you close out the register and sweep the floor so you only have the vinyl sorting left after youā€™ve eaten. The break room smells like wet dog and Doritos, so you bring two chairs out together with the foldable table that youā€™re going to use to sort the vinyls. Since no one is in the store anyway, you can people watch through the windows while you eat.
Vernon comes back in just as you finish setting up, soaking wet from the pouring rain. You coo at him when he shivers, and he shoots you a playful glare. He ends up holding his glare for all of two seconds before a wide smile stretches across his face.
ā€œI left an extra shirt here at some point, do you think it smells like teenage boy?ā€
You escape the break room with two plates and some utensils in hand, laughing at his question and probably unfortunate fate.
ā€œBecause of the proximity to the break room? Probably. That shit is unavoidable.ā€
He grimaces before taking his jacket off, hanging it on a hook behind the register. He disappears to change while you plate the food, humming to yourself. You try not to think about how heā€™s probably half naked right now, and turn your attention to the fact that he most likely will smell atrocious to keep your head on straight.
You do love Vernon. Heā€™s a great coworker, obviously, and heā€™s a great friend too, but thatā€™s not really the full extent of it. Youā€™ve been battling your crush on him for months now, because itā€™s pretty clear that he isnā€™t interested in you. Besides, if you ever did date, things would get awkward at work if you broke up. No, he is one of those people who should stay firmly at armā€™s length. Unfortunately.
Your thoughts are interrupted by a loud bang, making you jump a good foot in the air.
ā€œWhat the fuck, Nonnie?ā€
ā€œSorry,ā€ he grimaces, checking that the door he managed to fling directly into the wall hadnā€™t done any damage. ā€œI tripped.ā€
ā€œOnly you, Vern,ā€ you sigh. ā€œWell, food is ready to go. Letā€™s eat!ā€
The meal, consisting of some kimchi jjigae, rice and side salad, passes by in relative silence. You occasionally hum in content, and Vernon often slurps his jjigae really loudly which prompts you to giggle. He always looks glad to have amused you, and you need to look away often in order to control your emotions.
ā€œDude,ā€ he groans after his third serving, ā€œIā€™m so fucking full.ā€
ā€œIā€™m not the one who got an order for five people, genius,ā€ you groan back, your own stomach feeling like a water balloon. ā€œSo good though.ā€
ā€œSo good,ā€ he nods earnestly.
You canā€™t stand to look at him like this; you need something to do with your hands. So you stand up and stretch, which actually does help the food settle in your stomach a bit. Your hair, tied in a bun to avoid getting any food in it, comes down to release some of the pressure on your scalp, and then you feel ready to get started.
ā€œTake all the time you need, man, but Iā€™m gonna start on the first box. I want to get home before dawn, if I can.ā€
He flashes you a thumbs up and slumps against the table to enter into a food coma. You scoff at him and shake your head before clearing the dishes from the table. Thank God you have a dishwasher in the break room.
You bring out the first box and start sorting it, referencing the list you have as you go to take inventory. Itā€™s repetitive work, but itā€™s kind of soothing, too. You do your best to make the plastic of the vinyl coverings crinkle as little as possible, wanting Vernon to rest for as long as he needs to. Three servings of kimchi jjigae would make anyone drowsy.
The first sign that he is still alive comes ten minutes later when he starts drumming a random rhythm on the table. You snort when you recognize the rhythm, pausing with a vinyl halfway into its covering.
ā€œYou canā€™t drum the melody to Dun Dun Dance, Vernon.ā€
ā€œI can do whatever I want,ā€ he protests weakly, cheek still pressed firmly against the table surface. ā€œBut nicely done. What about this one?ā€ He drums out another rhythm, and now that you know itā€™s a melody heā€™s following, you recognize it quicker.
ā€œThatā€™s Candy by H.O.T.ā€
ā€œNice.ā€
ā€œYou gonna work or rest, bud?ā€
Vernon whines at your words and rolls his head to rest his forehead against the table instead. You wait patiently as he gathers the strength to sit up properly and kick a box of vinyls over to him when he seems more alive.
ā€œLife isnā€™t fair,ā€ he pouts, ā€œI just did so much work eating all that food, and now I gotta do more?ā€
ā€œItā€™s like that,ā€ you agree absentmindedly, marking off a stack of vinyls on your list. ā€œCan you turn on some music, please? The silence is creepy.ā€
He nods and connects his phone to the store speakers, choosing the playlist the two of you created together on a similar night of overtime. After that, the two of you slip into a rhythm together, unpacking vinyls, checking the list, and then putting them into a protective sleeve. Itā€™s mostly silent aside from the music, and sometimes Vernon drums along to the beat on the table, but itā€™s comfortable. You kind of donā€™t mind spending a few hours like this.
When youā€™re two thirds through the stack of boxes, you both decide to take a break. Your saint of a colleague brews some coffee, and you hop onto the checkout counter to browse through your phone while your brain cells take a well-deserved rest.
ā€œBless you,ā€ you say as you accept a mug full of coffee. ā€œWeā€™re making pretty good time today, eh?ā€
ā€œYeah,ā€ he agrees, taking a sip and wincing at the scalding temperature. ā€œWe havenā€™t really been talking, so.ā€
ā€œThat jjigae really took you out, huh?ā€
ā€œOh yeah.ā€
You grin at him and blow gently over your coffee. Itā€™s still too hot to drink, as evidenced by the steam rising from it, but the smell alone is kind of waking you up. Vernon grabs your attention by clearing his throat gently, and you turn to look at him. Heā€™s fidgeting a bit with a pen left on the counter close to your thigh.
ā€œI, uhā€¦ I wanted to say Iā€™m sorry about that dude the other day. The creepy one. I probably should have kicked him out, but I didnā€™t know if I couldā€¦ā€
Your heart melted a little in your chest. It was obvious he had been carrying this around with him, mulling it over and worrying about it. About you. It was endearing, and dangerous for your heart. You bit your lip and placed your coffee mug on the counter next to you.
ā€œItā€™s okay,ā€ you say earnestly. ā€œHe sucked, and I was uncomfortable, but you still made him leave. I didnā€™t feel like I was in danger or anything, so donā€™t worry about it.ā€
ā€œI just feel like itā€™s partially my fault, for kind of yelling about the fact that youā€™ve never sucked a dick before.ā€ Youā€™re incredibly grateful that you werenā€™t drinking coffee at that moment, because you definitely would have spat it out all over the floor. His bluntness never ceased to surprise you. It was unbearably adorable. ā€œI should be more aware of my surroundings, especially when talking about something sensitive like that.ā€
ā€œWell,ā€ you start, pausing thoughtfully. ā€œI donā€™t really think that man would have acted differently either way, to be honest with you. Men like that are justā€¦ like that. I also donā€™t really care who knows Iā€™ve never given a blowjob before. It doesnā€™t matter, at the end of the day. I havenā€™t done it because I havenā€™t slept with anyone whoā€™s dick I wanted to suck, and thatā€™s all. I just wish I knew how sometimes, you know?ā€
He shuffles his weight around at your words, shifting from foot to foot. Heā€™s still fumbling with the pen on the counter, but now his fingers are clumsier than usual. You glance up at his face only to find him staring into empty space in front of him. You figure you made him uncomfortable with your oversharing.
ā€œSorry. That was TMI.ā€
ā€œNo,ā€ he answers quickly. ā€œWe share everything. I told you when I threw up on Seungkwanā€™s lap and cried because I felt bad, didnā€™t I?ā€ You smile at the reminder and nod. He finally meets your eyes again. ā€œI was just thinking, you know.ā€
ā€œWhat about?ā€
Vernonā€™s mind is the most fascinating thing to you. The way he thinks is so out of the box and different, and so beautiful. He has shown you the lyrics he writes for his friend Jihoon sometimes, and theyā€™re so poetic you find yourself turning them over in your mind for days afterward. And the best part about it is that he always answers you when you ask whatā€™s going on inside his head. He grants you access to his thoughts and feelings, and itā€™s the greatest gift youā€™ve ever received.
ā€œWell. I donā€™t know if this is going to come off as creepy or not,ā€ he warns, ā€œbut I was thinking likeā€¦ Maybe you should just get it over with.ā€
ā€œGet what over with?ā€ Your eyebrow rises as you ask the question, and his furrow in response.
ā€œI just mean that you could know how to give a good blowjob, if you wanted to. You could justā€¦ pick someone to sleep with. And ask them to teach you. You know?ā€
ā€œNonnie,ā€ you start, and your bewildered tone makes him shrink a little. ā€œYou really believe the best of people, donā€™t you?ā€
ā€œWell- I mean yes, but I didn't mean you should just sleep with anyone. You could just pick someone you already know.ā€
His words give you pause. You have plenty of friends in possession of a penis, but the thought of sleeping with most of them feels kinda gross. The one exception isā€¦ Well, Vernon. And you sincerely doubt that he is offering himself up. So you do what you always do and make a joke to force your mind away from the thought of sucking on your friendā€™s dick until he cums for you.
ā€œWhat, are you offering?ā€
ā€œI mean, yeah,ā€ he shrugs.
You stop breathing. He is actually, genuinely offering to teach you how to suck dick. More specifically, his dick. The one that has been the star of many of your more illicit fantasies. You want to say yes so badly, want to finally get the experience of being something more to him, but you also donā€™t want to get ahead of yourself. Butā€¦
The room is silent while youā€™re thinking. You feel his eyes on the side of your face, feel the way heā€™s cataloging every emotion that overtakes your features, and you swallow harshly. Your heart is beating out of your chest and your hands are shaking, and your brain is running a mile a minute with no end in sight.
Then Vernon places his hand on your thigh. His touch is warm but light, ready to pull away as soon as you want him to, but itā€™s enough to bring your soul back into your body and get a grasp on your thoughts and feelings. You bite your lower lip and breathe in deeply before letting it go. Yeah, youā€™re doing this.
ā€œI uh, Iā€™m going to need some guidance,ā€ you say, and you almost miss the way your friendā€™s eyes widen at your words.
ā€œO-Of course. And if you want to stop at any time, just like, tell me, yeah?ā€
You smile at the comfort his words bring you. ā€œYeah.ā€
There is silence once again, but this one is heavy with a different kind of tension. You both know whatā€™s happening, but you donā€™t know what your next move should be. Technically, you should be working and saving anyā€¦ other activities for your own free time, but you donā€™t think waiting is something youā€™re capable of at this point.
He is the one to make the first move, placing his half-empty mug on the counter and placing himself between your legs. His hands find a place on your waist, bunching the fabric of your shirt slightly. Sitting on the counter means youā€™re a little bit taller than he is, but you really donā€™t mind it. He holds your gaze for a few seconds before his left hand lifts to cup your face.
ā€œAre you okay with kissing?ā€ His voice is a bit deeper than normal, and you would be lying if you said it didnā€™t make heat pool between your legs. ā€œI understand if not, but-ā€
You interrupt him with a gentle kiss. His lips are pillowy against yours, smooth and plump. You thank your past self for bullying him into using chapstick, because you can honestly say that this might be your favorite kiss ever.
Vernonā€™s hand moves from your jaw to rake through your hair, and you moan a little when his fingers catch a little in the back. He responds by stepping even closer to you and sliding his entire arm around your back, your chest pressing against his deliciously. The only thought going through your mind is the fact that you are kissing your favorite coworker, and how you really, really want to bury his cock in your throat.
He chases after you when you pull away slightly to catch your breath, and you donā€™t even mind that the oxygen deprivation is making you dizzy. You slump against him a little when he tugs on your hair again, and you move to return the favor. As soon as you pull on the hair at the back of his neck, he forces himself to pull away and gulp down some air.
His eyes are glazed over, his lips slick with a mix of your and his saliva, and his chest is rising and falling where itā€™s pressed against yours. It's painfully attractive. He rasps out a quiet groan and leans his forehead against yours. You love the feeling of his harsh breaths hitting your face and answer back with your own.
You feel like youā€™re in a bubble, because the world around you feels muted and time feels like it has stopped moving. You wouldnā€™t be surprised if the earth had stopped spinning.
ā€œSorry,ā€ he breathes. He buries his face in the crook of your neck and inhales your scent. ā€œI just really wanted to do that.ā€
ā€œStop apologizing,ā€ you respond, bringing your hand onto his head to scratch at his scalp. ā€œI liked it. Maybe a bit too much.ā€
Your words bring a whine out of Vernon, and he squeezes you tighter. Youā€™re still on top of the counter, but you can feel his bulge against the inside of your thigh. It twitches against you every time you tug at the ends of his hair, and it makes you smile.
One of your hands snakes down and cups him through his jeans. He reacts strongly despite the thick material separating you. His willingness to show you how good you make him feel make you fall for him all over again. As if he wasnā€™t already perfect enough.
ā€œY/N,ā€ he gulps when you move your hand against him, ā€œweā€™re taking this at your pace, and I can go as slowly as you want to, but I think I might go insane if I donā€™t get these pants off.ā€
You giggle breathlessly as you pull away from him, and he forces himself to take a step back from you. You lean back on your hands, your knees still spread from where he was standing previously. Heā€™s distracted for a few seconds before he finally remembers to unbutton his jeans and tugs them down his legs.
The bulge had been apparent through the jeans, but you can truly tell how hard he is when they come off. The way he twitches in his boxers is so obvious you almost feel bad for him. You decide itā€™s time you follow through and receive your lesson.
You hop off the counter and slide onto your knees in front of him. Itā€™s unfair how attractive he is even from this angle, you think, and slide your hands up his thighs. Youā€™ve given handjobs before, so itā€™s not exactly your first time touching a dick, but the goal is different now. This time, your hands are just the warmup and not the main event. Youā€™re just hoping you can bring him some sort of pleasure in spite of your inexperience.
ā€œTell me how to start,ā€ you whisper up at him. He blinks a few times at the sight of you before sucking in a deep breath.
ā€œYeah,ā€ he rasps. His throat is already dry with anticipation. ā€œI uh, I mean everyone is different when it comes to this stuff, so uh-ā€
ā€œJust teach me what you like, Nonnie.ā€ Your hands are massaging his thighs, nails digging into his skin every now and then. Whenever they do, you can feel him shudder.
ā€œO-Oh, okay,ā€ he breathes, sounding broken already. ā€œI prefer skipping the handjob first, I guess. I really l-like the feeling of licking, especially at the tip, and uh-ā€ He is becoming redder by the second. ā€œOne step at a time. Uhm, start by removing my boxers.ā€
You nod obediently and slide your hands up to his lower tummy, watching the expressions of pleasure as they take over his face. You assume you will never get to do this again, so you do your best to burn it all into your mind for later use on lonely nights spent with your vibrator. He shudders again when your nails scratch his skin lightly. Your fingers curl around the hem of his underwear and tug.
His cock is beautiful. Itā€™s pretty long, curving slightly towards his stomach, and the tip of it is a perfect shade of peach. Your mouth waters at the thought of getting to taste it, and you eye the drop of precum spilling from the tip. You gently shuffle closer, but he stops you.
ā€œSorry, youā€™re fine, I just need something to lean against,ā€ he explains when you look at him in fear of having done something wrong. He maneuvers you both so that heā€™s leaning against the counter you were sitting on not five minutes ago, and youā€™re in front of him.
ā€œWhat now, Nonnie?ā€ you ask, his eyes shutting and chest expanding to accommodate a deep breath.
ā€œYou should probably just uh, stroke me a few times first. Then uhm, then you can do whatever you want.ā€ You blink at him a few times, trying to indicate that heā€™s supposed to be teaching you how to do this. For once, he gets the hint. ā€œLike I said, I uh, like licking. When you take me in you just have to make sure not to like, bite me. Other than that, you can take it at your own speed and depth - for your comfort, of course, but Iā€™m also not picky.ā€
You admire the flush decorating his cheeks and neck. He looks so good like this, towering over you and looking at you like you hold the answer to his ultimate pleasure. You try to convince yourself that you do, that you will be able to listen and follow his guidance well enough that this will feel good for him. You decide that you will.
Raising your right hand, you grip him tightly in your fist. It makes him suck in a breath, and you feel the muscles in his thighs tense up. You pump him a few times, going slow and using his precum as lube. Itā€™s not enough, of course, but you will move on soon.
ā€œFuckā€¦ā€ he heaves, leaning back onto the counter even more. He looks into your eyes and swears again. ā€œPlease, sweetheart, as soon as youā€™re ready, I-I want-ā€
You cut him off by pressing your tongue against the head of his dick. The flavor is salty and a little bit bitter, but it tastes like heaven. Your eyes briefly slip closed as you continue kitten-licking at his slit, and he lets out a winy moan. You open your eyes and look at him, only to find him with his head tilted back to look at the ceiling.
ā€œHow is this?ā€ you pause to ask, continuing before heā€™s had time to answer.
ā€œGood, baby,ā€ Vernon answers through his labored breathing. ā€œSo, so good. Keep going, youā€™re doing great.ā€
The praise bolsters your confidence, and you give a long lick from his base to his tip. The motion makes him moan again, so you repeat it a few more times. In no time at all, his cock is covered in a mixture of your saliva and his own precum. You decide itā€™s time to try and take him in your mouth - both because youā€™ve teased him enough, but youā€™re also too impatient to wait anymore.
His tip breaches the heat of your mouth , and you find you have to open your jaw quite a bit to accommodate him. A punched out groan leaves him, and one of his hands comes down to tangle in your hair. When a strand of it falls in front of your face, he gathers your hair into a makeshift ponytail at the back of your head.
You love the weight of him on your tongue, and dare to sink down a bit lower. He hits the top of your mouth. You gag around him, and he gently pulls you off of him to check on you.
ā€œYou okay? You donā€™t have to keep going,ā€ he reminds you. It only serves to make you more determined to make him cum down the back of your throat.
ā€œWhat can I do better?ā€ you ask while stroking him in your hand. You still want to improve.
ā€œHonestly?ā€ he wheezes, his hips jumping of their own accord. ā€œYouā€™re doing great.ā€ You glare a bit at him, and he smiles down at you apologetically. ā€œSorry. But you are doing great. Maybe try sucking a bit more? Not just placing me in your mouth.ā€
You nod and sink right back down on him. His noises of pleasure are never-ending, and they only increase in volume as well as frequency once you properly suck around him. You bob up and down on him, his hand clenching in your hair as heā€™s doing his best not to fuck your throat. Youā€™re making it pretty hard.
ā€œPlease, baby, Iā€™m gonna fucking- Where do you want me to cum?ā€
His voice is hoarse and strained, and his grip on your hair has grown so tight itā€™s stinging your scalp. You savor the pain and rub your thighs together, mewling around him. You grip his ass and push deeper to signal for him to cum in your mouth, and itā€™s not a second too soon because he immediately spills his seed into you.
Vernon cums so much that some spills out onto your chin, but you diligently swallow what you can. He tries to keep his eyes on you, but his vision quite literally whites out as he reaches his high, so his eyes screw shut without his permission. You, on the other hand, couldnā€™t tear your gaze from him if you tried. Heā€™s beautiful when he cums, his eyebrows scrunched in what almost looks like pain and his jaw slack in awe. His thighs tremble, and youā€™re glad heā€™s leaning against the counter so he doesnā€™t collapse onto the floor.
ā€œFuck, how are you so good at this,ā€ he heaves out when his vision returns. You just smirk up at him, some of his cum still covering your chin and lips.
ā€œI had a good teacher,ā€ you tease back. Your voice is raspy after bobbing on his cock, and he finds it painfully attractive.
He notices the way you clench your thighs together and realizes youā€™re still on the floor. Heā€™s quick to bend down and help you to your feet. As soon as youā€™re in front of him, heā€™s kissing you. He doesnā€™t care about the cum transferring from your chin to his, nor the fact that his softening dick is still out in the open; all he can think about is that he wants to pay you back for what you just did for him.
ā€œNonnie,ā€ you breathe between kisses, and instead of pulling away it makes him kiss you harder, faster, deeper. He loves when you call him that. He reluctantly pulls away when you push gently against his chest, though. ā€œWe should finish the-ā€
ā€œI need to eat you out, baby. Please, please let me.ā€ His interruption surprises you, and so does his suggestion. He must see your confusion, because he quickly clears things up for you. ā€œI want to, because I like you so much. I promise to ask you to be my girlfriend after this, but please, let me eat you out first.ā€
ā€œOkay, but Nonnie-ā€ you say, but he interrupts you with a passionate kiss as he mumbles thanks against your lips. ā€œNonnie.ā€ He sighs and pulls away, resting his forehead against yours. He closes his eyes to stop himself from jumping you again, and you smile. ā€œIā€™ll say yes right now. I want to be your girlfriend. Is that okay?ā€
He kisses you so deeply you lose track of where he starts and you end, but youā€™re just so glad to be kissing him again you probably couldnā€™t have figured it out anyway. You donā€™t talk much more that evening, and you definitely donā€™t get home before midnight, but at least you go home and fall into bed together. Maybe his inattentiveness was a blessing, after all.
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chiikasevennn Ā· 6 months ago
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Ironically Horny
Sung Jinwoo x Fem!Reader
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Warning(s): SMUT, 18+, YK THE DRILL šŸ™„šŸ˜  (i hate writing but woowoo x reader/oc writers are not that many and it kills me), ugly writing i did not proofread anything, aphrodisiac, no plot just porn, belly bulge, lmk if I'm missing smth else! Thanks
A/N: guys, idk what i'm doing /srs, so please bewareā€”I might be insane as I wrote this. I'M LOOKING AT YOU. This ain't canon ok? Also, [N. Name] means nickname!! Guys, pls comment....
"Huā€¦ angh!" You clenched the bedsheets abrasively as you realized that indulging feeling kick in your lower belly again.
A bulge continuously vanished and reappeared with each thrust this bastard, Sung Jinwoo, gave you. With a numb mind, you looked at the headboard with your eyes remained moist with tears as the raven haired man ruin you completely with his cock.
He was big. A bit too big.
"Jin'oo, ahā€¦ hic," your head attempted to raise but failed and fell flat against the pillow. The sound of his grunting made you weak although you knew this sort of act wasn't romantic at all.
Jinwoo flipped your body, making you view his rock-hard and impressive absā€”but he realized that it was completely useless as you clearly couldn't even see it properly as your mind had gone blank long ago because of his relentless pounding.
In the stillness of the night, his rough shoving echoed through your bedroom. Jinwoo watched you cry, you, who was always tough-looking.
Jinwoo traced his fingers along your neck and placed a hickey there. He did it once, twice, and before he knew it, he couldn't stop until he realized he finally came again for the nth time.
So, how did you guys end up like this? Wellā€”
"What theā€”I-I'm poisoned?" Your displeasure was clear as Jinwoo looked at you, and it appeared that you were looking at your system albeit not visible in his eyes.
"What do you mean?"
"System said ordinary potions wouldn't work, not to mention, I'm no healer either."
"What?"
You contemplated the words written on the blue screen despite the multiple times you've analyzed it. When new words began to appear and soon you understood, your face went pale.
"[Name]?" Jinwoo had never seen you like this before. He felt a knot of worry twisting in his stomach. It was so unlike you to be this troubled.
"Jinwoo, please kill me."
"What???"
He saw your lifeless eyes, as if you failed to accept something too deep. "Kill me. Living is already humiliating enough."
"What's wrong with you? What did the system say, anyway?"
"I'dā€¦" cheeks burning in mortification, you ended up crouching. "Oh, Lords, this is so fucking embarrassing. The hell." You whispered the last part.
You cursed like a mantara and Jinwoo watched as you slowly lost your mind.
"Justā€”" he almost sighed. "What does it say?"
"Iā€¦ I have toā€¦" The other player had never once witnessed you falter with your words nor look as if you wanted to disappear right this instant. "Sexā€¦ Do intimate shit. Ohā€¦? ā€¦! Fuck, it also told me it's not poison, but an aphrodisiac!"
Jinwoo was speechless.
"... Where in the world am I gonna find a sex partner?"
That was a problem, until he offered himself.
He was just beingā€¦ helpful.
Your body trembled. Letting out a strangled moan, your eyes began to be coated with tears as you recognized Jinwoo's hot spill inside of you beginning to form.
He was a quick learner, once he grasped how much touching your clit and hitting that sweet spot slightly above pleasured you, he didn't back down. No, not after he was told that possible complications might arise if he didn't help you sooner. Not to mention, there was a time limit. A time limit that he had to cum inside you (he was given 2 hours to spill his seed inside for at least 7 times, just what the fuck?) to cure whatever dilemma that monster had thrown at you. It was ridiculous.
Initially, he didn't think it'd work in one hundred and twenty minutes, but after he'd made you cum and squirt for the first time, God knew how much he wanted you right then and there.
One more to go. Jinwoo pulled you closer to his pelvis, not daring to pull his cock out. Sweat was all over the two of you, but he had no time to stop, for he only had 10 minutes left to finish this.
He unexpectedly stopped his plan momentarily when you whined. What? Had he lost track? Maybe you were starting to get uncomfortable since he'd been rough on you for almost two hours. He should stopā€”
"Jin'ooā€¦" you sobbed softly. He swore he'd never seen anything so beautiful before. "'t hurtsā€¦ Hurryā€¦ D-don't stopā€¦ Please."
He looked down at you like a predator and breathed heavily at the sight of you. He sat up, shoulders broad as he held your waist, his dick twitching inside you. Was he getting worked up? Fuck.
Ablush crept up to his face at your adorable begging, but he knew you were out of consciousness as we speak. If you keep nicely pleading him to fuck you, then he might not be able to stop.
He scrutinized your gorgeous body that he secured in his hold. Jinwoo tried to push his dick deeper to which you cried atā€”and seeing that bulge on your lower stomach made him slightly (so) proud. It was nice that he could touch something that could stand as a proof that he was inside you.
"Youā€¦" He leaned down and kissed your temple. You grabbed his cheek and caught his lips into a deep kiss. Jinwoo wasn't able to help himself but return the gesture with equal reason.
The raven haired man didn't pull away until he felt your breath running out and again, he blushed red as he gazed at your panting situation.
He ruined you in a good way.
"Let's finish this, all right?" He kissed your temple so sweetly. "I'm sorry, I have to go rougher since we only have a few minutes left, but I can't risk any future difficulty happening to you, [N. Name]."
You nodded eagerly, and before you knew it, you were being pounded into oblivion again.
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reidsworld Ā· 3 months ago
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Parties
Summary: Spencer, Reader's boyfriend, gets jealous of the Readers family friend at a party.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader
Category: Smut
Content Warnings: fake blood, fake knife and axe, Spencer being jealous, cursing, kissing, hickeys, semi-public oral sex(m receiving), face-fucking, praise/degradation, I think that's it, lmk if I missed anything! ā€” you are responsible for the content you consume, if you are not comfortable with any of these warnings or are a minor, DNI!!!
Word Count: 1.7K+
A/N: For the readers parents house I was envisioning something like the Mikaelson mansion from TVD. The reader is described as having longer hair w/ curtain bangs! This is also my first fic so sorry if its bad lmaoo
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Walking onto the jet, you sat next to Penelope, across from Spencer. This case had been a hard one, Hotch had Penelope come along as you needed all hands on deck.
ping!
You sigh taking out your phone to see a text from your mom.
Mother Call me, please.
"What's wrong, Sweets?" Penny asks, concern lacing her tone.
"Nothing, my mom is just trying to call me and I really don't want to deal with her right now." You reply with a groan. You click on your Mothers profile, hitting the call button. She picks up right away.
"Sweetie, let your team that they're invited to this year's Halloween party. Your father and I agreed on the Friday- the 25th, but we would appreciate your input on the date. It starts at 8 PM" she says into the line.
"Alright, the 25th sounds good. If we have a case I might not be able to come," you say with a fake-disappointed tone, praying that a case came up on the day of the party.
"Your father and I are excited to see you so please try to be there."
"Well I can't really control when serial killers decide to strike but you know, I'll try!"
Sighing, your Mother speaks, "Don't be like that honey, your father and I are very excited to see you. If it's any encouragement to come, Julius will be there!"
"Alright fine, I'll try my hardest to be there." you say, smiling at the name.
You exchange 'goodbye's' and 'I love you's' with each other before you hang up.
ā€œWhoā€™s Julius?ā€ Morgan asks with a smirk, drawing your attention to rest of the team whoā€™s staring at you. Spencer couldn't help but feel jealous at the way you smiled at this ā€˜Juliusā€™ person.
ā€œHow did you-? And youā€™ll meet him at the Halloween party my parents are having on the Friday 25th at 8 PM. No extremely scandalous costumes or my parents will probably never invite you guys back.ā€ You say with a laugh.
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Luckily, on the day of the party there was no case. Even so, you had asked Hotch to get off early as you needed to get ready for the party and be there early, as per your parent's request.
Once he agreed, you rushed home and showered before getting ready. You wore a black velvet strapless body-con dress that cut mid-thigh. You had fishnet stockings and black gloves that reached just below your elbows. There was a knife strapped to your leg as well. You had your hair down, styled with curtain bangs.
Once you finished getting changed, you put on dark red lipstick, mascara, and did cat eye eyeliner. Finally, to complete the look, you grabbed the scream mask and rested it to sit securely on top of your head as if you had pulled it up to reveal your face.
You grabbed a small black handbag and put on some Doc Martens, heading out the door to your parents mansion.
Once you got there, their mansions was decked out with Halloween decorations. You parked your car in the garage and went inside.
"Y/N, sweetie, we missed you so much!" Your mother greeted as her and your father hugged you.
"I missed you guys too. And I love the costumes." You said when you pulled away from the hug, referring to their matching Gomez and Morticia Addams costumes.
"Thank you," your father smiled.
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It was 8:45 and most of the guests had arrived, so you decided to go and mingle.
You were standing by the food when you heard a voice come from behind you.
"You look good, baby," Spencer said, giving you a kiss on your temple. You looked up at him. He held a fake bloody axe in the one hand and he was wearing a suit with a clear rain coat on top of it. He had his hair slicked back and fake blood splatter covered his face.
"Thank you, you make a hot Patrick Bateman," you winked.
"Well hello gorgeous." You turned to see someone that you hadn't seen in years.
"Julius! Hi, oh my gosh, donā€™t you look handsome. It's so good to see you." You smiled, hugging him. He was dressed in a orange jump suit with handcuffs on one hand. When he pulled away, you could see him check you out.
"It's good to see you too, love," He grinned.
Spencer would deny being jealous of how low Julius had his hand on your back, of how you smiled and hugged him. But who was he kidding, he was incredibly jealous. So, he stepped forward, wrapping an arm around you, smirking.
"Aren't you gonna introduce me, baby?"
You smiled, knowing exactly what Spencer was doing, "Spencer, this is Julius. Julius, this is my boyfriend Spencer."
Julius stuck his hand out for Spencer to shake. "I don't shake hands, too many germs. But it's nice to meet you," Spencer said, leaving Julius hanging.
"I'll be back, Spence, I gotta go to the washroom."
With that you walked off into a hallway, Spencer following quickly behind you. When he caught up, he grabbed your arm and pulled you into the laundry room, locking the door behind you.
ā€œSpencer what are youā€”ā€
Your words were cut off as he pushed you up against the door, smashing his lips on yours. His hands roaming all over your body as you threaded your fingers through his hair, tugging on it and earning a soft groan from his lips.
He tugs on your bottom lip with his teeth, making you moan, before breaking the kiss moving his lips down your neck. He lightly bites down on a spot before soothing it with his tongue. He repeats this all over your neck, surely leaving multiple hickeys.
"Fuck, you see what you've done to me? Walking around with that pretty little outfit and flirting with some other guy who would never be able to make you feel as good as I do," he speaks with a low tone, pushing your hips against his growing bulge as his hands grope your ass.
His words make you weak at the knees, the pool in your panties building with every passing second. Spencer's eyes are filled with hunger and lust as he pulls you in for another kiss.
"On your knees," he says into the kiss, lightly pushing you down by your shoulders. You get on your knees, making quick work of taking off his pants.
You slide off his boxers, freeing his cock, precum leaking out of the tip. You grin before licking a stripe up the underside of it, making him groan.
You spread the precum around the head of his dick before taking it in your mouth and swirling your tongue around the head. Spencer's breathing picks up and you start taking more of it into your mouth.
He takes the mask off the top your head, tossing it somewhere in the room. He grips your hair, making a make-shift ponytail. You hollow your cheeks and start bobbing your head.
You swirl your tongue around his dick as you suck harder. He groans and throws his head back, "shit, baby." As you take more of his dick into your mouth, his hips buck, hitting the back of your throat.
You gag around his dick, making him let out a low groan. He looks down at you for approval before he starts thrusting into your mouth.
He fucks your throat, making you gag and moan around his dick. Tears begin to fall at the feeling and restriction of air flow. He pulls back a bit, letting you get some air.
Once you give him a small nod, he resumes his motions. "Fuck Y/N you take my cock like such a good little slut.ā€
You feel his dick begin to twitch in your mouth, indicating that heā€™s close. You look up at him as he pushes in and out of your mouth, moaning so loudly, you're sure people can hear you.
"I'm close," Spencer moans, sloppily thrusting into your throat, hitting the back every time. After a couple more thrusts, he pushes his dick as far into your throat as he can, making you gag. The vibrations send him over the edge. He holds your head still, sending warm ropes of cum down the back of your throat.
He pulls out and looks at you, your mascara is running and your hair is a mess, "you look so pretty like this baby." He caresses your cheek before helping you up onto your feet. He pulls his boxers and pants back on before kissing you on the forehead.
"I love you," you smile at him.
"I love you too."
He picks your mask up off the ground and hands it to you. You take him to the washroom and take out makeup wipes from the cabinet. He helps you take off your make up so you can reapply it.
You both walk out of the room and into the hallway. Just as your leaving you bump into Julius. His eyes flicker down to the dark marks scattered across your neck and Spencer smirks.
"We're leaving now, it was good to see you," You smile at him, holding Spencer's hand.
"Yeah, you too."
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As soon as you got home, Spencer pulled you onto the couch to straddle him. His lips were on yours, engaging in a heated kiss. His hands roamed to the back of your dress, pulling the zipper down and sliding the dress down to your hips.
He unclipped your bra, freeing your breasts. he pulled back, looking down and grinning.
"Are you just gonna stare or areā€”ā€ You were cut off by Spencer's lips on your nipple making you moan. He swirled his tongue around the bud as his other hand kneaded your other breast. You were moaning, running your hands through his hair.
Just as he was about to move to the other nipple, your phone pinged. You groaned and got off him. you walked over to your phone and unlocked it.
Mother Your car is still here...?
Y/N I'll pick it up in the morning, I went home in someone else's car
With that you put your phone down and walked over to Spencer, swaying your hips.
"Now, where were we?"
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A/N: chat Iā€™m rlly debating posting this rn. I wrote it in 2022 and now, 2 years later, I found it in my drafts. I decided to edit it and fix it up a bit. Iā€™m pretty happy with how it turned out, when I first found it, I expected it to be a lot worse lmao. lmk what you think of it!! if no one reads this Iā€™m taking it down cause Iā€™m kinda out of my criminal minds phase lol. Any feedback is greatly appreciatedšŸ«¶
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c0llisiion Ā· 7 months ago
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SIN FOR ME ā€” J.JK
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Pairing : jeon jungkook + f!reader
Genre : smut
ā˜…: request, npr , cnc , older!jk , boyfriendsdad!jk , cheating, pwp , named!bf , misunderstandings , slight manipulation, unprotected sex at the beginning, protected sex later on , bigdick!jk , coming on body , cum eating , dirty talk , name calling/nicknames, slight angst ā€” lmk if i missed any!
W/C: 2,919
A/N: thank you to pookie for requesting this!! I had a hard time with the plot šŸ˜­āœ‹ but i had fun! Thank you sm for requesting! And also sorry 4 going m.i.a i have js been so off šŸ‘ŽšŸ‘ŽšŸ¤§šŸ¤§šŸ„ŗšŸ„ŗ anyways enjoy!!
ā˜†ā‹†ļ½”š–¦¹Ā°ā€§ā˜… This is strictly fiction. Any scenario or situation should not be taken seriously. Please refrain from reading if the topics make you uncomfortable. ā˜†ā‹†ļ½”š–¦¹Ā°ā€§ā˜…
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[edited ver.]
Another day came to an end. A bad end. You were cuddled up with your boyfriend, watching whatever popped up first on your recommended shows. You were hoping to get some action tonight, as itā€™s been a while since you guys had sex. 2 months, to be exact. You were frustrated, of course. He hasnā€™t touched you or done anything to you for two months. That's the longest you have gone without sex. You tried so hard to push away the negative thoughts. Convincing yourself that he was just busy and tired and definitely not fucking some other bitch.Ā 
Ā His parents wouldnā€™t be coming back home for a couple of hours since his dad is always busy and barely comes home, and his mom is most probably out with another broad. So You tried getting him in the mood. Wearing just a tee and some ck thongs. Rubbing against him. Kissing his neck. But nothing seemed to work. He kept pushing you away. ā€˜Not now.ā€™ ā€˜Im not in the moodā€™ ā€˜im too tired, not today.ā€™ were just coming out of his mouth like a broken record. But you still didnā€™t give up! You were determined, but before that- ā€œim gonna go sleep.ā€ You looked up at him, confused. ā€œWhat?ā€ ā€œIm tired, alright? Im gonna go to bed; you can continue watching your stupid show by yourself.ā€ There was venom laced in his words. It hurt you. Your heart sank. He pushed you away before walking up the stairs. You were trying to hold back your tears. How could he do this to you? You scoff. ā€œSeriously? Youā€™re really not even going to ask me to join you?ā€ Your boyfriend turned around and stared at you blankly. ā€œNo. I want some peace and space. Do whatever the hell you want.ā€ And with that, he walked away. You could hear his loud footsteps descend before a loud slam took over.Ā 
You huff and try not to cry. It was too overwhelming for you, and you couldnā€™t help but think about the possibility that he was probably seeing someone else, or else why would he act like this? The waterworks started pouring slowly as you thought about the memories you made with him. Your soft sobs echoed throughout the empty, dark, and cold living space.Ā 
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He was mad. So mad. Finding out that his company just fell into a major controversy after all he worked for was not the cherry on top. Jungkook hastily unlocked his houseā€™s door. It was unusually dark. The only light illuminating the space was the soft kitchen light, which his dumbass son forgot to turn off. He dropped his case and trenchcoat by the door before kicking off his shoes and walked further into his home. He noticed a small figure face-down on the couch, sleeping.Ā 
You were sleeping on your stomach, your head tucked in your forearm, and your hair covered your face. Your shirt was slightly rolled up, and your ass was on full display. Jungkook walked over and took a good look at your body. He needed something to pour his anger into, and so, assuming that it was his wife, he loosened his tie and sat where your foot rested. His hand went up your thighs before resting on your plump ass, cold fingers fondling with the soft flesh. He grabbed a handful before giving your ass a soft slap. He shuffled to hover over you. His hand cupped your pussy. Palm pushing into the wet hole, dampening your underwear. ā€œā€¦Gonna fuck you, okay, pretty? Just stay still fā€™ me..ā€ His voice was low and deep. He was still under the impression that it was his wife. Jungkookā€™s fingers hooked around your underwear before pulling it to the side, exposing your bare cunt. He couldnā€™t see much, but he noticed how his ā€˜wifeā€™sā€™ pussy was glistening in the dark. He circled your entrance with slow movements. Your cunny was getting wet at a quick rate. He swallowed thickly at the soft, warm feeling. Without wasting much time, he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants along with his boxers.
Jungkook was rock hard. His tip glowed a deep red, and pre-cum was already dripping down his slit. Using his strong hands, he gently shifted your position so your ass was up in the air. He placed a couch pillow under your abdomen so you could lay comfortably. He hunched over your small frame, his hand gliding his aching tip over your glossy slit. He breathed heavily. It felt too good. Jungkook slowly started pushing himself in. He was struggling. It was easy to slip inside his wife, but this time? It seemed different. But familiar. Still, he continued moving forward. Maybe some miracle had happened to his wife. Who knows. His eyebrows furrowed as he watched your puffy lips swallow his hard length. You were still in deep sleep. The long crying session took a toll on your energy, so you were not really aware of what was happening to your body. Jungkook's breath gets caught in his throat as he finally stuffs you full. Your pussy clenching around his length unknowingly.Ā 
Jungkook started moving. Rolling his hips gently. He threw his head back at how your sweet cunny felt around his length. Ā It was hard to believe that it was his wife. You felt warmer. Softer. And, of course, much tighter. Nothing compared to his wife. His eyes were squeezed shut, and short, heavy breaths left his lips as you continued taking him in. His hands grasped your plush hips, gripping the flesh tightly.
ā€œMmf-ā€œ you let out a soft whine. Jungkook's tight grasp was enough to give you a bit of consciousness. Soft gasps escaped your lips at every thrust. Your stomach felt weird, and your body was getting hot. You were starting to sweat. ā€œJunwooā€¦ feels goodā€¦ā€ you mumbled in your sleep. You felt something penetrating your sopping walls and immediately thought that it was your boyfriend. Maybe he felt bad and decided to finally give in.
Jungkook's heart dropped. No way. There's no way. His eyes went wide when you mumbled his sonā€™s name. With shaky hands, Jungkook leaned forward and pushed the hair off of your face. Shock and terror spread all over his body. He stared down at you. His hand is still resting on your cheek. You were mumbling incoherently. You nudged your face into his palm. ā€œKeep..going.. please.ā€ You murmured. Jungkook gulped. He didnā€™t know what to do. He was fucking his sonā€™s girlfriend! His thumb brushed the side of your cheek. He felt bad for you. He knew about the fact that his idiot son had been cheating on you for the past 3 months. How could he cheat on such a precious piece? He had to treat you right, even if it was wrong.
You were writhing and squirming under his huge build. Consciousness was starting to hit you. Your body felt hot and uneasy. The feeling was something you had never felt before. It was so much better than what junwoo was giving you. It was suspicious. You slowly lifted your head up, wanting to turn around and see ā€˜your boyfriendā€™. Jungkook immediately stopped and pulled out. He was still rock hard, and his dick hit his abdomen with a loud -thump-. He gulped heavily. You tuck your hair behind your ears and glance at the man who was fucking into you senseless.Ā 
ā€œWhat the fuck!!!!!ā€ You immediately pushed yourself away from him. Cramming yourself in the corner of his Fendi Casa sofa, your thighs shut together. Your eyes first landed on his twitching cock. Oh, it was big. Bigger than his sonā€™s. It was leaking too, and you couldnā€™t help but feel yourself getting wetter. It was so wrong. So, so wrong. You immediately come out of a trance and look at the man in front of you. His shirt was open, revealing his built body. ā€œI c-can explain-ā€œJungkook stuttered. ā€œWhat the fuck mr.jeon???????? How could you just do that to me???ā€ Jungkook's hands were up in defense. ā€œItā€™s not what you think, y/n. I was mistaken too.ā€ ā€œMistaken???? You just raw-dogged me???. You are fucking your sonā€™s girlfriend!!!ā€ Jungkook swallowed hard before looking at you with his dark eyes. ā€œLike itā€™s not the first time i touched you. Be for real right now, y/nā€ he rolled his eyes at your reaction. ā€œYeah! Touched. You have only TOUCHED, me. Its a big difference mr.jeon!ā€ It was true that you both fooled around here and there but that was before you started dating junwoo. And everything ended after you confirmed your relationship with his son who was once your bestfriend.
He was hard af and you felt too good to stop. So there had to be some way to get you convinced. It was about time he told you about his sonā€™s double life. ā€œLook. Thereā€™s something you should know. Your boyfriend or my son has been cheating on you.ā€ He did not want to beat around the bush and just dropped the bomb. Your heart shattered, and you felt lightheaded. Your eyes went wide at Jungkookā€™s claims. You were too stunned to speak and just stared at him. It seemed like it had worked, which prompted him to slowly hover over you, pushing you down softly. ā€œAnd I know about the fact that my whore of a wife has been cheating on me every day." He looked down and watched as his calloused fingers ran up the soft rolls of your abdomen before making eye contact with you again. ā€œYou need this, y/n.. we both need thisā€¦ā€ the last 4 words came out in a hush. His words were so sinister, and he had a shit-eating grin on his face as he watched you process the information. You trembled under his frame. Oh, you definitely needed it. You shook your head before grabbing Jungkook's loose collar and pulling him into a heated kiss. If your now ex boyfriend cheated on you? Might as well start fucking his dad again for revenge.
Jungkook giggled into the kiss and kissed you back. His hand found the back of your head before tightly gripping your soft hair. You whined into his mouth as it started to hurt. Jungkook kissed you further. His tongue tasting the insides of your mouth. He ripped your underwear, making you gasp and whine. ā€œI will get you new ones, pretty, dwā€ he mumbled into the kiss with a smirk. His dick was rubbing against your bare pussy, making you leak. His hips moved incoherently. He loved the feeling of your wet pussy lipā€™s coating his length. Jungkook started aligning himself with your entrance, but before he could shove it in, you stopped him. You broke off the intense kiss. A string of saliva connected your lips to his. Jung Kook looked at you in concern. ā€œWhatā€™s wrong, sweetheart?ā€ You gulped before speaking up. ā€œProtectionā€¦ mr.Jeon.ā€ You avoided eye contact with him as he narrowed his eyes at you. He let out a soft chortle before reaching down and taking his wallet from his discarded pants.
He pulled out a condom from one of the sleeves before chucking the wallet away. He was sitting on his heels and looked at you with a smirk. ā€œPut it on for me, darling..ā€ You nodded shyly as you sat up a bit and took the condom from his hands. You slowly ripped the blue plastic wrapping and pulled it out, all while innocently staring up at him. Your shaky hands gripped the base of his cock, giving it a slight squeeze before focusing on pushing the rubber down his huge dick. Jung Kook watched you with pure lust in his eyes. His hand went to the back of your head before forcefully making you look at him, causing you to whimper at the sudden action. ā€œI didnā€™t know you were such a good girl, y/n..ā€ He gave you a reassuring smile before pulling you to him. Your legs rested on his thighs, and his cock rested on your stomach. The length sat comfortably on your plush tummy. ā€œGonna take me all, baby? Can you do that for me?ā€ You nodded vigorously before slowly moving your hips on his cock for some stimulation. He chuckled at your reaction and hissed as he entered you slowly. now savoring each and every inch of your sweet pussy. You whimpered as you finally felt how big he was. It still hurt, even though he had already dicked you down.Ā 
You stared at Jungkook's face, your eyebrows knit together and eyes swelling up with tears, your lips bitten down hard as you watched Jungkook's face contort in pleasure. Sweat dripped down his body, and soft grunts left his mouth as he inched inside you more. His eyes quickly glanced at yours, and he internally fumbled at your expression. Knowing that he was fucking you was making this experience even better.Ā 
With a quick thrust, he was fully into you. His tip kissing your spongy spot. Your breath was unsteady and faltering as he had you filled to the brim. His fingers were hooked under your chin and you lifted your face slightly so you could meet his gaze. ā€œCan i?ā€ He asked you gently with a reassuring smile. You nodded at his words before grabbing onto his shoulders for stability. Jungkook's hands held onto your waist, keeping you in place. His hips started moving. Each thrust made him grunt loudly. His pace increased as it got easier to move inside you. Your gummy walls were spasming around his length, and he could feel your warmth. Your both eyes were fixated on the way his dick went in and out of you. His cock would form a small bulge in your lower abdomen every time he pushed into you. ā€œYou see that baby? Youā€™re taking me in so wellā€¦ fuck-ā€œ he was cut off as your pussy clenched. You let out a whine at his words ā€œs-sir.. faster p-please..ā€Ā 
That was all Jungkook needed to hear for him to go absolutely feral on you. The way you begged with that voice sent blood rushing straight to his cock. ā€œYeah? My little slut wants me to go faster? I will give anything you ask, baby..ā€ His thrusts got harder and faster. You gripped his shoulders tight, and your eyes rolled back as Jungkook hit your sweet spot perfectly. Sounds of wet skin slapping against each other were echoing throughout the whole area. Your moans are starting to get increasingly louder. Jungkooks quickly covered your mouth before leaning down and whispering into your ears. "don't want your boyfriend to hear how much I'm making you feel good, wouldnā€™t ya?ā€ Tears streamed down your face as his dick abused your hole. Jungkook left wet kisses and purple hickeys on the sides of your neck, going lower and lower. You wrapped your hands around his neck and your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to your body as you writhed and twitched in pleasure. Jungkook's cock was ruining your pussy
ā€œFuck-ā€œ Jungkook's voice got caught in his throat as you clenched around him again. He savoured the warm feeling of your cunt wrapped around his cock. ā€œTaking me so well little girlā€¦ā€ he breathed into your ear in a whisper. Whines after whines left your mouth. His girthy cock, grazing your gummy, warm walls. The grip on your hips got tighter, enough to form visible bruises.
His thrusts were quick and sharp, and it has you seeing stars. You could feel the knot in your stomach reach its peak. He grunted into your neck and lifted his head up to look at you. ā€œGonna cum pretty? Gonna make a little mess for me?ā€ You nodded and whined as his hand left your mouth and reached down to play with your puffy clit. You choked as he started flicking your sensitive nub. ā€œMake a huge mess for me.. I will make sure my idiot son cleans it up..ā€ he gave you a wink before focusing on helping you reach your orgasm. He was almost close too. His grip on your waist tightened, and he continued pounding into you.Ā 
ā€œfuckkk!!!!ā€ Your vision went blurry as you came all over his lower body. Streams of clear liquid coated the couch and his abdomen. Jungkook gawked at the sight, and he was so close to cumming. He quickly pulled out of you before removing the condom. His hand wrapped around his throbbing length, and he started jerking himself off. His head thrown back and mouth agape. ā€œL-look at me baby..ā€ he whispered, and you obeyed. Looking up at him through your dazed state. Eyes glossy, and your face was covered in a thin layer of sheen as you slowly came down from your high. Jungkook opened his eyes, looked at you once, and busted all over your body. Some of his cum even reached your face. A load of his creamy white cum never seemed to stop pouring out of his dick. Your stomach and shirt were stained with the thick liquid. You quickly wiped it off your face, licking it off your fingers as you stared into his eyes with a smirk. Jungkook let out a soft chuckle before reaching down to grab your face so he could kiss you. His lips met yours again, but this time it was more gentle. More passionate. He could taste himself on your lips. ā€œDirty little girl.ā€œ
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A/N: thank you for reading!!! I was not rlly sure abt the topic because its the first time i actually wrote a cnc fic w plot šŸ˜­šŸ§ā€ā™€ļøbut i hope it was upto par!! Also if it seems like the plot gets lost somewhere please ignore šŸ’€āœ‹šŸ˜Ø
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Homecoming SMAU - C. Leclerc
summary: have you ever had a massive crush on your team rival? (smau edition)
pairing: Charles Leclerc x Red Bull driver!reader
fc: various, just pretend they're all the same person
a/n: i kinda love this fic wayyy too much to let it go so soon, so I decided to make a smau version for your enjoyment!
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yourusername: Didn't go how we planned, but grateful to snatch a point. Congrats to Charles for the home race win!
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charles_leclerc: thank you!! can't wait to celebrate later!
yourusername: lmk when and where and i'll be there!!
user1: wdym my two fav drivers are definitely about to get plastered together??
user2: they've been friends since she broke into f1, only makes sense they would user3: yeah "friends" he's been in love with her since he saw her for the first time
user2: no.
maxverstappen1: over/under on how long it takes for her to get ready? line is at 2.5 hours
logansargeant: over
landonorris: over
oscarpiastri: over
redbullracing: over
user4: there's no way she really takes THAT long
logansargeant: you'd be surprised
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f1gossip: some of the drivers out and about in Monaco celebrating Charles' home win!
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user5: whoever let lando dj needs a RAISE
user6: i heard logan and oscar were also there!
user7: is it just me or do charles and y/n look weirdly close together??
user3: im telling you guys there's got to be SOMETHING going on between them
user2: again, guys and girls can be just friends.
user6: it's also a club. they're gonna be packed together
user8: i don't even want to know how much money they spent
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yourusername: wdym i'm now the only one here repping the red, white n blue?? but in all reality, it's been an honor getting to know you Logan, you'll always be my best friend & I can't wait to see what you do in the future!!
but welcome to the grid Franco! you've got some tough shoes to fill
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logansargeant: thank you y/n. gonna miss you <3
yourusername: at least now you wont have to spend the 4th in the UK... again...
francolapinto: gracias y/n! No puedo esperar a ver quƩ trae el resto de la temporada!
yourusername: i have no idea what you just said but yes!!
user9: oh she's just like us
user10: girl is down bad
user2: @/user3 no like from Charles... how are you feeling after this?
user3: by the end of this season i'll be yelling i told you so from the rooftops
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redbullracing: The queen of COTA has arrived! šŸ‡ŗšŸ‡ø
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user11: ugh she's glowing
user12: her austin looks always slay
user3: CHARLES IS BACK IN THE LIKES! I REPEAT CHARLES IS BACK!!
user2: you weren't kidding when you said you didn't give up hope
maxverstappen1: you guys better not be plotting to get me in a cowboy hat
yourusername: pffffft why would we do that??
redbullracing: fine, we'll go put it away...again...
charles_leclerc: if you need someone to dress up, i know a guy
user13: omg stand up king, this isn't even y/n's insta
yourusername: @/charles_leclerc wdym "you know a guy" you couldn't even wear your hat properly
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yourusername: hook 'em šŸ¤˜
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texaslonghorns: it was a pleasure to have you! same time next year?
yourusername: you know it! šŸ«”
texasfootball: thanks for the support! we'll have to get you suited up next year
yourusername: as long as i don't get tackled im yours
user14: awh y/n and charles are already starting to adopt the 2025 rookies
oscarpiastri: i do not need any more siblings
charles_leclerc: thx for showing me the joys of college football šŸ§”
yourusername: anytime charlie!!!
user15: CHARLIE?? girl WHAT?
user3: GUYS ITS HAPPENING!!
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yourusername: P1 baby!! It's always special to race at home and being able to win it means even more! A weekend I'll forever remember ā¤ļøšŸ¤šŸ’™
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redbullracing: congrats y/n!! a win well deserved!
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maxverstappen1: honor to be on that podium with you! let's run it back in vegas
yourusername: only in vegas??
maxverstappen: your ego is gonna get too big if you win everything else
user16: RAH RAHHHH AMERICA šŸ¦…šŸ’„šŸ¦…šŸ’„šŸ‡ŗšŸ‡ø
user17: U! S! A! šŸ‡ŗšŸ‡ø U! S! A! šŸ‡ŗšŸ‡ø
charles_leclerc: congrats on the win!! now, drinks on me tonight?
user18: oh charles grew a pair
yourusername: @/charles_leclerc actually, i think i still owe you for monaco šŸ˜Š
user3: šŸ‘€šŸ‘€šŸ‘€
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f1gossip: newest wag(s)?? charles and y/n were caught making out in a club in Austin. The two, along with the rest of the grid were there celebrating y/n's homecoming win. Cheers were heard from the other drivers as the two shared their moment.
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user19: oh. my. god.
user20: what in the romeo and juliet with a happy ending??
user2: @/user3 go ahead. say it.
user3: @/user2 I TOLD YOU SO. I TOLD YOU ALLLLL SO
user3: I DON'T LOOK CRAZY NOW. I KNEW IT
user21: what does @/redbullracing have to say about this
redbullracing: i'm just glad it isn't one of the mclaren boys mclaren: we wouldn't date you either its fine
want more? @coco-loco-nut wrote a sister story. Check it out!
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