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cheeeeseburger · 7 months ago

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I'm an Aston Martin

Fernando Alonso x Reader

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A/N: English is not my first language, apologies for the mistakes. Enjoy!

Even at 25, crossing the street was scary. People were driving so damn fast these days. Most drivers didn’t stop to let go you anyway. You were getting impatient, waiting on the corner in your short dress, all dolled up for a fancy dinner. You had gotten a few wolf-whistles already, and a car even honked.

Finally, a very expensive looking car stopped for you. As you were walking, you looked to your left to wave to the nice driver as a thank you. You nearly stopped dead in your track. The driver was a fine ass man. He was handsome and he looked a lot older than you, which clearly shouldn’t have that much of an effect on you. He lowered his gaze to get a good look at you, and he gave you an appreciative nod. Maybe your had pre-drink a little too hard, because you blew him a kiss as you finally crossed the street. You smiled to yourself as you entered the restaurant. This small interaction definitely put you in a good mood.

This dinner was starting to get more and more fun. People were now leaving to go to the dancefloor, and you made your way to the bar to get a drink, just to let loose a little. You accidentally bumped into a wall, which was actually a very sturdy man.

“Oh, excuse me sir!” The man turned around. Holy shit. It was the attractive man for earlier, at the crosswalk.

“Don’t apologize, princesa.” He looked so much hotter now that he was close to you. He had to be at least 15 years older than you, which was a nice bonus.

“It’s you!” was all you managed to reply. He smiled at you. The driver from earlier had an attractive face, and his suit made him look dashing.

“It’s me? Were you expecting me?” He flashed a cocky grin. This man was handsome, and he knew it. You blushed.

“You’re the guy who let me cross the street earlier! Thank you so much for being a gentleman.” You batted your eyelashes, going full-on flirty. This man was way too fine for you to resist the temptation.

He leaned in to whisper in your ear. “I only stop for pretty girls, princesa. But when they get to close, I stop being a gentleman.” You shivered. Goddamn. This was a thousand times better than your ex’s poor attempt at foreplay.

You managed to keep your cool, even though you were starting to get hot all over. “It’s okay, gentlemen are overrated anyway.” You put your hand on his arm. He stared at your eyes for a few seconds, clearly in a fight with himself.

“How kind of you to entertain an old man like me, princesa. Let me buy you a drink as a thank you.” His words made your heart drop in your chest. Did he really think you weren’t attracted to him?

“I assure you, sir, that you’re the one doing me a favour. Being here with a man as attractive as you, talking and laughing is doing wonders for my ego.” It was you turn to whisper in his ear: “Talking with you is also great for my daddy issues. Imagine what sleeping together could do to me, huh? It would be better than therapy.” He flushed. Okay, was this a new version of yourself? Were you finally able to talk seductively to a man you found attractive and not make a fool of yourself, for once?

“Princesa, this is all very flattering, but you’re way too young for me.” You didn’t even know his name, but you were already falling for this man who clearly needed to take a good look at himself in the mirror.

“It’s funny, I think I’m perfect for you, actually.” He laughed at that, and you flashed him your best smile. A connection was definitely forming, because it seemed as if the world stopped. There was only you, him, and something else that was just starting to blossom.

“Why don’t I buy you a drink and I let you go after, huh?” Feeling bold, you put your hand on his cheek.

“Oh baby, you’re never going to want to let me go.” He chuckled and put his hand on the small of your back to lead you to the bar.

(He in fact never let you, and he even put a ring on it to make sure you stay. But you didn’t know that at the time.)

“Tell me, princesa, what’s your drink of choice?” Fernando asked you. People around you were staring at the pair you were forming. Was this guy famous or something?

“I like an Amaretto sour!” He ordered one as well as a whiskey for himself. He paid, and you kissed his cheek as a thank you, letting your lips linger to the corner of his mouth.

“Interesting choice, hermosa. You seem so sweet, not sour at all.” You took a sip of your cocktail, and his eyes did not leave your lips for a second. “Don’t worry, handsome. I can still be very sweet. I just need to balance that sweetness.” You winked at him. This time, it was your turn to stare as he drank his whiskey. He was throwing his head back a little, and it made your imagination run wild with fantasies. You wanted to lock your arms behind his strong neck, and maybe leave a few hickeys there, too.

He laughed. “I like you, princesa. It’s scary because I don’t know anything about you.” His gaze lingered on your body, trying to gather information on you. The only thing he knew for sure was that you were the most stunning woman he had ever seen. And also, the youngest woman he had flirted with in a long, long time.

You felt butterflies all over your stomach when he mentioned liking you. This man was doing something to you. You answered: “Don’t be scared, lover boy. I feel the same, and I don’t even know your name. And I need to know so I can scream it later, when you take me in your bed.” You let your hand run all over his arm.

He looked up at the ceiling and started praying quietly. “Dios mio, hermosa.” He seemed to have trouble breathing. “You were right, I don’t know how I’m going to let you go.”

“How about you start you start by telling me your name, huh?” You squeezed his hand in yours and you gave him a reassuring smile.

“Okay. My name is Fernando Alonso. What’s yours, princesa?” Even his name was sexy. Alonso? That rung a bell. Didn’t that Charli xcx song mention that name?

“Fernando. Fernando. Fernando,” you repeated, liking the way his name rolled of your tongue. Apparently, he liked it too, a little too much. His eyes were full of desire.

“Stop that. It sounds too good. Tell me yours.” His knuckles were white. It was fun to see how much power you had over this near stranger.

“I won’t tell you, Fernando, because I’m afraid you’ll stop calling me princesa. I happen to like the nickname very much, Fernando,” you replied, making sure to insist on every syllable in his name. He raised an eyebrow, and he grabbed your arm and held it tight.

“I see what you’re doing, little girl. But this isn’t a game anymore” He put his hand around your waist and pulled you close. “I understand now why you’re attracted to me. You need someone older, someone to guide you. I could help you with that.” You felt heat rise everywhere in your body, his dominant words and his touch making your toes curl in your high heels. You had never felt his lips on yours, yet you were craving them. This man was driving you crazy, and nothing not PG rated had happened… yet.

With difficulties, you replied: “Then do it, please. You can do anything you want to do to me.” It was like something switched in his brain. All the restraint he had left his body. Fernando grabbed your arm and lead you all the way to a darkened corner. You were immediately against the wall, and his lips crashed against yours. You didn’t care that this was in public, and that this man was getting stares everywhere he went. Right now, the attraction between you two was the only thing on your mind.

Your fingers were twirling his hair to get a better grip on him. He put your leg around his waist, and you arched your back against him. You felt a bulge against your thigh, and that sent heat to your core. Were you really busy making out in public with a hot older man? If this was a dream, it was a damn good one, and you didn’t want to wake up.

“I’m going to take care of you, princesa.” Your moans replaced words. “Such a good girl, responding to my touch.” You nodded, and he wiped the lipstick off your swollen lips. Your legs were already shaking. You unbuttoned the first few buttons of his dress shirt, then pulled him by the collar.

“Fernando, please. I need you so bad, that I don’t even care if you take me right here, right now.” You had never wanted anyone else so badly. There was something special between you two, because otherwise you would have never felt so strongly about someone you just met. You started to leave little love bites all over his neck and jaw, practically begging him to fuck you.

He grunted at your words. “I would love to have you in front of everyone, but I don’t like to share. But I can’t wait, either.” You shivered. You didn’t know you had a thing for exhibitionism. He started to palm your body, and it felt like your skin was on fire every time he touched it. Fernando bit the strap of your dress and pulled it aside with his teeth to suck on that spot.

Thinking was hard. Replying was even harder. “Then fuck me in your car, where it all started.” He stopped what he was doing to immediately lead you out of the room. “That’s a great idea, princesa. Such a smart girl. I’m going to be very good to you. Keep it up.” You practically glowed at his praise. You felt special, because everyone was looking at the famous driver escaping the party with a pretty girl on his arm. Your dishevel hair was a pretty good clue as to what you were doing.

“Are you famous or something?” you asked.

He walked faster. “Don’t worry about it, hermosa.” A secretive man. Umm. He grabbed his keys from the valet, not bothering to get him to bring up his car.

Fernando was practically running in the parking lot to get to his Aston Martin, and you were following him, laughing. It was a very romantic moment. Somehow, it felt natural, casual even. There was a familiarity with Fernando that you had never observed with anyone else before. Your little walk was sometimes interrupted by him stopping in his tracks to stun you with kisses.

Finally, you got to his car. “Oh god. This is it. This is where I first saw you, and where I first noticed you were hot as fuck.” He laughed and pushed you against the hood.

“Don’t worry, princesa. I noticed you too. I saw how beautiful you were. I’m glad that I stopped for you, but I’m also mad, because every other car had to stop, and they all had the time to admire you while you crossed the street. I want to keep you for myself.” Fernando kissed the spot on your shoulder where the strap had fallen.

“Are you this possessive of every woman you just met?” You felt like the siren statues on ship, except that you were on a very expensive car. Just like a mermaid, you had lured him. Just like a sailor, you were drunk, but it wasn’t the alcohol that made you lose all your senses, it was him.

He chuckled and his large hands grabbed your waist. “Just with beautiful ones.” A wave of jealousy suddenly hit you. Had he done this before?

Fernando moved his attention to your neck, on which he left a trail of kisses and hickeys all the way to your jawline. He really was a possessive man, marking you as his. You balanced yourself on the hood of the car because you weren’t sure if your legs would be able to hold you any longer.

“I hope I’m the most beautiful of them all, then.” It was your turn to get possessive, which was crazy because three hours ago, you had never seen the man in question. You wrapped one leg around his waist to pull him forward. You felt his bulge, but there was too much fabric between you two, and you desperately rubbed yourself on him to try and get some friction to ease the heat between your legs. Fernando held your chin in his hands and put his thumb on your lower lip, forcing you to look at him.

“Of course you are. No one compares to you, princesa.” Oh, his words were too good, and you started to suck on his thumb.

“You’re too nice. Let me get you a treat, in exchange. Give me your jacket.” Confused, Fernando took of his suit jacket and gave it to you. With the jacket in your hand, you switched sides so he was the one resting against the hood.

You felt the fabric between your thumbs and winced when you saw that it was high quality. “I hope it wasn’t too expensive, because it might be ruined after this.” You put the jacket on the ground, and you went down on your knees.

“Dios mio, hermosa. Are you really going to do this here, outside?” You looked up at him and smirked. “Are you shy? Afraid of moaning too loudly, of everybody hearing you screaming?” You palmed him over the fabric of his pants and unzipped them.

In response, he pulled your hair and brought your head closer to his bulge. “Careful. You asked for it.” He removed his dick from his pants, and you started to suck on it.

Goddamn. You had enough material to suck on for days. You used your hands for the base, and you took as much as you could in your mouth. Fernando gripped your hair to push you forward. He was right, you had asked for it. Tears were stinging your eyes, but you didn’t mind them at all. The only thing you were focused on were his words of praise.

“You’re doing so good, princesa.” You heard a car door closing somewhere in the parking lot. You gasped and stopped what you were doing. “Don’t worry about it, hermosa. Keep it up, you’re doing so well.” He tilted your head, and you continued sucking on his length, his praise only making you ache more to please him.

When he felt he was about to come, he pushed your head back, but you returned to your original position and swallowed every last drop, your hand going back and forth for good measure.

Still on your knees, you looked up at him and licked your lips: “Did I do good?” Fernando put his hand under your chin. “You were perfect, princesa.” He helped you get up, giving your ass a small slap when you bent to pick up his jacket. You really hoped there were no cameras in the parking lot, but you kind of wish there were at the same time. The thought of everyone seeing you sucking his dick made you feel something down there. It was the kind of video you would like to watch again and again.

“Now it’s my turn to give you something, sweet girl.” Fernando spun you so your back was once again against the hood of the Aston Martin. His lips were on yours in an instant, and his hands were busy palming up your whole body, giving special attention to your breasts. He pinched your hard nipples that were showing up underneath the fabric of your dress between two fingers. You were moaning so fucking loud; it was like you were paid to do it.

“Shhh, we don’t want to get caught,” Fernando said, placing one hand over your mouth. Your plea and your cries were muttered, but if they weren’t, the whole neighborhood would have heard you begging the hot Spaniard to please get inside of you. Even though this man was a near stranger, you two understood each other perfectly, it was like you were in synch. “Now, princesa. Do you want to do this right here, or inside the car?”

You didn’t hesitate for a second: “Here. I can’t wait. Please, please, please, Fernando. You have to get inside of me.” He grunted at your eagerness, then took both of your arms and raised them over your head to pin them on the hood, near the windshield. You were on display on the hood, a dessert for him to enjoy, a sweet treat for him to devour.

“You want this so badly, little girl. After what you did for me, it’s only fair that I give back to you.” Fernando went down to your jaw and left a trail of kisses all the way to your cleavage, where he pushed aside the fabric of your dress to give you hickeys in the valley between your breasts. You wished you were in front of a mirror to get a better view of him savouring you.

His hands were busy lifting the hem of your dress and drawing circles higher and higher each time on your thighs. When you felt his fingers through the thin fabric of your underwear, you let out a moan that was good enough for a porn movie. You were holding on to the hood for dear life when he put one finger inside of you, then two.

“Oh my god, Fernando, oh my god!” you nearly shouted, panting. You must have done something good recently because you had never experienced anything as good before.

“If you keep it up, princesa, the whole fucking parking lot will hear you. So be a good girl and keep quiet.” Anything for you, hot stranger.

“I just need to have your dick in me so bad. I saw how big it was, and I need you to fill me up.” He shut you up with a kissing frenzy that left your lips swollen and your mind fuzzy.

“Who am I to refuse anything to such an angel?” He parted your legs and removed your underwear, letting it fall on the ground. Somewhere in his pocket, he found a condom and rolled it on.

Just the tip was enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh god. I don’t think it’s going to fit!” He laughed, but you heard him let out pained noises. You had just given him a massive ego boost. Slowly, inches by inches, he managed to make it fit.

You wanted to scream at each thrust, but he always kept you quiet with a kiss or his hand over your mouth. In the back of your mind, you were thinking about the huge risk you were taking, fucking a stranger in a public place and all, but all you could focus about was the way he felt inside of you. You were gripping hard on his shoulders and on the car to stay standing up, because your legs were oh so very weak.

“That’s it, take it all in, princesa. You’re so perfect, all put on display for me. Thank god I let you cross the street earlier.” He caressed your hair and whispered words of praise in your ear that you would think about every time you used your vibrator for at least the next 10 years.

You were about to give in to your orgasm. He had found the perfect pace for you. In fact, everything he did was perfect for you. It was sad to think you would never feel anything this good ever again.

When you came undone, your legs started to shake uncontrollably, and you slipped of the hood. Fernando held you in place as he did a few other sloppy thrusts as he was himself finishing.

You both stood there, panting, appreciating the beauty of what you just did.

"I think I know why you're famous. You must be a pornstar, because you sure fuck like one." He chuckled and his lips lightly brushed your bare shoulder. "Don't be silly, hermosa. I'm not in this business. But I do ride for a living." Ok, that just left you more confused. Fernando softly kissed you.

“Now, princesa, do you think you could give me your name?”

#f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fic #formula 1 #f1 #fernando alonso x reader #fernando alonso x you #fernando alonso

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valeskalikespickles · 2 months ago

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SEX POLLEN

request by anon

word count: 941

summary: Eddie and reader were locked in a room with a scientist who died from a major heart attack. When reader knocks over a jar of sex pollen she and Eddie can't hold back anymore.

DISCLAIMER: I don't usually write smut.. so i'm terribly sorry if this is bad. I did enjoy writing this though, it was a fun experiment. Whoever requested it thank you!

Gender: FEMALE

Eddie Diaz X fem! reader

Warnings: SMUT MDNI

So being locked in a room with Eddie after being exposed to sex pollen was not on my 2024 bingo card.

We were helping this scientist who had a major heart attack, I turned around too fast and knocked over a small jar. Eddie yelled at me but how the hell was I supposed to know it would just make us horny as shit? The victim died, we were doing cpr for about 25 minutes and Eddie ripped me off of the guy after saying he was gone. I never do well when we lose someone. Kind of makes me feel like I failed at my job. When I tried to kick out of his arms, that's when I knocked the jar over. We went to leave and found that it was completely locked down. Dude had like 6 million different security measures and the team was working to get them down. We put him under a sheet and slid him into a different room so we wouldn't have to stare at a dead body for God knows how long.

About twenty minutes after I knocked it over I rolled my head back, I could definitely feel the effects. I was trying not to pay attention to it, the burning sensation in my core but to be honest it was getting harder and harder. My cunt had never been this soaked, looking over and seeing Eddie with his head thrown back as he also tried to fight it didn’t help. My hand reached down, slipping into my pants and into my panties.. Slowly working around my clit. Eddie was staring now, looking at me with a look I’d never seen on his face before. “May I?” He made his way over to me and I nodded, he slid his hand into my pants and let out a quiet groan.

“Shit you’re so wet.” He whispered, I reached over and palmed at his bulge. “What if they find us too soon?” I moaned out quietly as he stuck a finger into me as I jolted backwards. “I don’t even care.” He whispered, kissing my neck slowly.

“You- You're supposed to be mad at me for this.” I stammered, hands finding their way into his dark hair. He shook his head against the crook of my neck. “I can’t be mad when the only thing I’m thinking about is fucking you senseless.”

He removed his hand and I let out a small whine. “Hold on, sweetheart. I’m just getting you more comfortable.” He slid my pants off along with my panties. He grabbed me by the waist, picking me up from the ground and sitting me on the counter, positioning himself in between my legs and throwing each one of my legs over his shoulders. He slowly licked the slick off of my cunt, looking up at me as he did so.

“Look at me, amor..” He whispered, the vibrations of his voice sending a shiver down my spine. I looked down at him, I swear I could’ve came right fucking there. His eyes were brown but they were always the prettiest eyes I’d ever seen.

He held eye contact with me, licking and sucking at my clit. I closed my eyes for a moment and he stopped, “Fuck.” I whispered, looking back down at him. “Keep looking at me, I wanna see those pretty eyes when you cum.” He spoke softly, his voice rugged. I nodded weakly, looking into his eyes as he continued to suck on my clit. He slid his tongue into me and I yelped, “E-eddie.” I whispered, grinding against his face. Before I knew it I was sweating and I was pushed to my max. My back arched and my mouth flew open, a loud moan leaving my mouth as he continued to tongue fuck me while I rode out my high. I pushed his head back with a shaky breath. He looked up at me, his mustache soaked with my slick.

He stood up and immediately started kissing me, making me taste me on his mouth. I moaned against him as he slid his belt off with ease, he took his cock out and pumped it a few times. “What do you need?” I whispered, taking his cock in my hand. “Your mouth or to be inside of you.. I don’t even care.” I could’ve sworn he whimpered a little bit. “How about both?” I lowered down to my knees, “Just this first because I need to taste you.” I licked the head of his cock, his head lolling back and I stopped.

“If I had to look at you, you have to look at me.” I licked at the large vein in his dick, him whimpering again and nodding as he maintained eye contact with me. His eyes were enough to make a girl weak in the knees.. If I wasn’t already. I took as much as I could of him into my mouth as possible, bobbing my head as his large hand entangled into my hair.

At some point, he was a moaning mess, “I’m gonna cum.. Please.”

I gave him a look of ‘do it’ and he did, his cum shooting into my throat in warm ropes. He decided he wanted to fuck the shit out of my on the counter, which I let him do but shit he was so pretty when he came.

Eventually we finished and got dressed, I walked over to him and kissed him slowly. “We should do that again sometime.” I laughed and he rolled his eyes. “Let me take you out on a date first.”

#911 imagine #eddie diaz x reader #smut #female reader #one shot #straightsmut

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ultravioletbrit · 2 months ago

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“taste” - Jegulus microfic - @into-the-jeggyverse - 688 words

“holiday movies” - 25 Days of Jegumas - Day 9 - @noblehouseofgay

“I’m not saying they’re cinematic master pieces, I’m saying they can be annoyingly captivating.” James flops down on the couch.

“I think what you’re saying is that you have terrible taste in holiday movies.” Regulus sits down beside him.

“It’s not like I purposefully watch them.” Regulus gives James a skeptical look. “Oh, come on. You’ve never been flicking through channels and stayed on one of those movies just a little too long?” James holds his hand up indicating ‘a little’ with his thumb and forefinger.

“No…” Regulus bats his hand away but he’s also avoiding eye contact.

“See!” James calls him out. “There’s something about them that draws you in, just for a minute.”

“Maybe I stay on the channel just to see how ridiculous it is?” Regulus poorly defends himself.

“Sure…”

“They’re always so over-the-top predictable.” Regulus rolls his eyes. “The jaded guy that hates Christmas happens to be the only one that can ‘save Christmas’. Spoiler alert, he saves Christmas.” Regulus mocks.

James chuckles. “Or the over-worked city girl who comes back to her hometown and remembers the ‘true meaning of Christmas.’”

Regulus is quiet for a moment, then in a much softer voice he says, “Or the childhood best friends who realize they actually have feelings for each other.”

James turns to look at Regulus and he’s looking down at his lap, fidgeting with his fingers. “Yeah, that one’s the worst.” He whispers and turns to fully face Regulus. “It’s so unrealistic. How could they not know?”

Regulus hums and he’s so quiet that James wouldn’t hear him if they weren’t sitting so close. “How could they know each other for so long and never see what’s right in front of them?” Regulus keeps looking down for a moment before his lifts his head and makes eye contact with James.

James smiles softly and holds eye contact for a minute. “And there’s always that moment where they make eye contact, and everything clicks.” James slightly leans towards Regulus.

Regulus nervously bites his bottom lip for an excruciatingly long moment but never breaks eye contact. “And they think… maybe this is what they’ve been missing all along.” He whispers weakly, hesitantly.

James’ smile grows just a little but he’s also cautious as he lifts his hand. “Then one of them does something that might be a little too affectionate.” He tucks a curl behind Regulus’s ear and his hand lingers on his cheek. “Just to test the waters, nervous the other character might not feel the same way.” He lets his fingers settle on Regulus’ neck as he brushes his thumb over his cheekbone.

Regulus leans into his hand and James can see so many different emotions flash in his eyes. He closes them and takes a deep breath and when he opens his eyes, they’re fierce and vulnerable at the same time. “And the moment gets really intense, because you know they feel the same, but they’re also sort of terrified. Because if they cross that line, everything could change.”

James nods in understanding, but his smile is still growing, and he moves even closer to Regulus. “But what if they realize everything’s supposed to change.” He whispers and it’s barely a breath, a secret just for them. “What if everything starts to make sense and they realize… they realize they’ve actually been in love this whole time… or at least one of them has.”

Regulus’ finally lets his smile grow as he leans closer to James when he whispers. “I think they probably both have.”

James beams and Regulus bites his bottom lip trying to hide his own growing smile. They gaze into each other’s eyes for several moments, letting years of emotions pass between them.

Eventually, James breathes the smallest chuckle. “Then they stare at each other for a really long time, and you want scream, ‘just kiss already’, because you know it’s going to happen.”

“But it’s just so cliché.” Regulus rolls his eyes fondly as he leans in.

“Yeah, things like that never happen in real life.” James' lips brush against Regulus’

“Never.” Regulus closes the last sliver of space and finally presses his lips to James’.

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kiestrokes · 1 month ago

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Day 22: Jung Wooyoung | NSFW

▸ Idol: Jung Wooyoung of ATEEZ ▸ Rating: NSFW. Mature (18+) Minors DNI. ▸ Genre: active WIP, foreplay, sexual tension, feelings, slice of life. ▸ Vibe: this was the first ever fic idea that I had for ATEEZ back in 2023, I just was trying to find a plotline for it, aside from just a WooSan!threesome. College bestie Woo, hot neighbor San, eventual smut. Parts are loosely based on my funny irl experiences of my 20's. And I mean loosely, I didn't fuck any of my friends. ▸ Warnings: language, miscommunications, feelings of betrayal, bisexual struggles, soft angst and hurt feelings.

Sexually Explicit Content: sexual tension, consented kissing, over the clothes touch of the vagina, cuddling, idk there's nothing really here imo.

🗝️ Note: Has not beta-ed by me or anyone else. THIS IS A WIP! (it is being posted for my wipmas.) It is not complete; this is very much a rough outline/first run through. So I consulted my big three @chans-room @minisugakoobies @minttangerines for the special version of todays WIP-mas. Thank you kindly for putting up with me. Enjoy the king prawn meme edition of this 🤗 full text version at the end for those the photos won't load for!

Disclaimers: This is a work of fiction; I do not own any of the idols depicted below.

「 25 Hours: Hard, Soft and WIP-mas Masterlist 」

College friend Wooyoung. You’re in a coed dorm. You first meet Woo making out with another guy and just assume he’s gay.

The two of you go about your blooming friendship with no hiccups. He’s affectionate and cuddly with everyone so it never lingers in your mind to be more. Him sleeping over, cuddling, morning woods, dirty dancing, kisses.

Until you’re graduated and moved into an apartment together. You’re in the kitchen doing something. One of Wooyoungs causal partners compliments your butt and you’re surprised.

Wooyoung speaks up “right? She has a fantastic ass.”

“Since when do you look at my butt?”

“I’ve always looked at your butt.”

You shrug it off knowing how hyper sexual he is. Until you’re at a holiday party and see Wooyoung come out of the bathroom with a woman.

You’re confused.

One of your friends asks you why, you explain Wooyoung is gay.

“Well yes he’s bisexual.”

“What?” They laugh thinking you’re joking, “wait you didn’t know? I thought you two were” they hand motion.

You blink confused and text your college roommate. They confirm, informing your Wooyoung has given them several orgasms. The room spins and you excuse yourself. Leaving on your own.

Stumbling up your stairs since the elevator is broken. You slip on something and the new neighbor catches you.

Wooyoung comes running up then, greeting the neighbor and taking you into your apartment.

You blurt out “you’re not gay?”

Woo puts your shoes away and turns to you confused.

“Of course I am.”

He gets down on his knees to help you of out your tights like always. You stop him.

“No Woo you’re bisexual.”

He smiles at you, “yes silly.”

His smile slowly falls as you stare deadly at him. “Wait- you didn’t- how?”

He sits back, fingers braced on your calf for balance.

“Can we just go to sleep?”

You stand, after brushing his hand off. Wooyoung catches your wrist.

“Wait are you mad at me?”

You sigh, “no im just confused, we can talk about this tomorrow.”

His thumb traces circles over your pulse. “Ok.”

He leans in to give you his usual goodnight kiss and you pull away. The hurt written on his face. He lets you go to bed. The next morning he’s peaking in. You call him over and he wastes no time climbing in and cuddling you.

“I thought you knew.”

“It’s my fault for being so focused on my studies.”

“No!” You lay there listening to his heartbeat.

“Are you disappointed?”

“Why would I be disappointed?”

“Everyone loves a gay best friend. Bisexual is like the knock off verison.”

Woo looks sad, you sit up to look down at him.

“Bisexuals are definitely not the knock off gays. You can’t help what gender or non gender you’re attracted to.”

He reaches up to stroke your bottom lip, “you didn’t let me kiss you goodnight.”

You tug his hand down.

“It’s just a little different right now.”

Woo nods.

Things are kind of back to normal.

Both of you are crushing on the hot new neighbor. You haven’t let Woo kiss you goodnight. He’s sad but respects your boundary. Until it boils over one night and you two fight.

“I just miss kissing you goodnight.”

“You fucked my college roommate but never me, was I not good enough.”

Wooyoung gapes at you, hands tugging on his hair at the temples. Gets up. Paces and comes back.

“You were beyond good enough. So good I didn’t want to risk losing the friendship we were growing.”

You stare at him and then he scoots forward to take your hands in his.

“I never fucked you because you’re so much more than a causal lay to me.”

You nod. You let him kiss you goodnight that night, it’s like everything snaps. There’s a gasp and then Wooyoung has you pressed into the wall, more than a goodnight kissing you. You cling to him and his hand trails down your body. Heel of his hand pressing into your clothed cunt.

“Ahh Wooyoung” you gasp into the side of his neck.

And he backs off. Bracing a hand on the wall next to you.

“Sorry sorry. I’ve just been so worked up about our relationship that I haven’t gotten laid.”

He kisses your cheek and heads to bed without another word.

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seresinhangmanjake · 2 years ago

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One of Many Firsts

Dad!Jake "Hangman" Seresin x female reader Drabble

Summary: Eve found a new guy and Jake isn't thrilled.

This is based on an idea from @xoxabs88xox that was sent ages ago. Sorry it's so late.

Oh, Baby series

Words: 500

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Jake likes enjoying his peaceful afternoon. He got the day off from work, he spent the entirety of the morning in bed with his wife, his son is sleeping peacefully in his crib after an exhausting few early hours with his grandmother, and now all that's left is to wait patiently for his baby girl's return from kindergarten. Seeing her face and hearing her excited voice when she greets him at the end of the day never fails to swell his heart.

Until today.

"Daddy, I got married!" Eve shouts as she runs down the hall and jumps into Jake's awaiting arms. "Just like you and Mama!"

His brow pinches as he hoists her up with his hug. "I'm sorry, what now?"

He hears a chuckle, and with his daughter wrapped in his arms, Jake turns to face you. You grin, having finally caught up to your wild child that is so used to sprinting after her father.

"Married?" He questions as he sets Eve on her feet. "I didn't approve of that."

You walk over and he accepts your kiss just before you say, "I've been informed that Billy Fisher is the lucky boy."

"Fisher!" Jake snaps, eyes flicking back and forth between your amused ones and the sparkling green pair that matches his own. "Absolutely not. My daughter will have nothing to do with a Fisher boy. They're wild! Bound to be troublemakers."

"Troublemaker?" Eve repeats the word with curiosity.

"Yes, baby girl."

With a snort you say, "Jake, those boys are five and two years old."

"And I can sense it already," he grumbles, plopping down on the couch. His fingers rub deep into his forehead as Eve scrambles onto his lap.

"Look, Daddy! Daddy, look!"

He lifts his hand from over his eyes to find five tiny fingers wiggling in his face. Around the fourth dainty digit is a thin ring of pink construction paper. It's jagged at its edges and poorly taped together, but it does the job.

A boulder settles in his stomach.

"Yea, no," Jake declares, looking at you.

You chuckle again, crossing your arms. "Jake…"

From the long look you give him he eventually surrenders. "Alright, fine," he sighs. Then he sits up a bit straighter on the couch and stares his daughter right in the eye. "But first of all, a paper ring is not good enough for you. Do not accept less than you deserve. And second…"

He hesitates, taking another breath when Eve tilts her head in question. "Nevermind, just go play. We'll come get you when it's time to leave for ice cream."

"Ok!" She yelps and hops down, disappearing up the stairs.

When you're sure she's in her playroom, you ask, "What was second?"

Jake shakes his head. "It's too early to explain divorce to her."

"Oh, don't worry about that," you begin, walking closer and taking the free spot on his lap. His arms instantly curl around your waist. "You know our daughter. By next week, she'll have forgotten all about it."

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ihavethedreamies · 1 year ago

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Best Friend's Brother | Doyoung [NSFW]

Kim Dongyoung (Doyoung - NCT 127)

Rating: M (18+) MDNI

Word Count: ~5.3k

Pairing: Doyoung x AFAB!Reader

Genre: Reader-Insert, Smut, Some Plot, Friends to Lovers

!!This is smut…if that much isn't clear you should probably leave now!! MDNI!

Warnings: She/Her Pronouns used, Small Age Difference (Like 5 years, reader is 19 and he's 24), Swearing, Kissing, Oral (M! Receiving), Fingering, Spanking (once or twice), Unprotected Sex (Use a condom! She's on the pill)

Author's Note: I wrote this a long time ago and had it saved somewhere else and totally forgot about it till the other day, lol. I Beta-ed it myself but there might be some errors still.

Revised (1/31/25) - I forgot to change the name to (Y/N), so I fixed it!

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You’ve always had eyes for your friend’s brother. It’s nearly impossible not to given the fact that he is simultaneously the cutest and hottest thing on the face of the Earth. There are times where Doyoung will smile or laugh, and your heart melts; then other time he’ll get angry or annoyed, and that look…makes your ovaries explode. His broad shoulders and narrow build appeal to more than the ripped guys you meet at the gym. You always wondered what he has hiding under his baggy clothes though, because every time you’re at the pool, he either doesn’t get in or wears a shirt… Though, the wet fabric clinging to his body doesn’t leave too much to the imagination. The worst part though is that your best friend knows everything. And she teases you mercilessly for it. She’s never been disgusted by your crush on her brother; however, she has requested to never see anything between the two of you. Fat chance at anything ever happening though; to him, you’re like another little sister. You have been friends with his actual sister for many, many years and he probably still sees you as the toothless six-year-old that hit him in the head with a plastic baseball bat. It wasn’t on purpose of course, but he and his sister have never let you live it down.

Luckily, since he’s five years older, there’s never been a point where you two were at the same school. You aren’t sure you could have handled all the stares and attention he got from other girls, because he for damn sure got it. You remember one Valentine’s Day the amount of chocolates and notes he brough him from school. The year after you had decided to make chocolates for him yourself, but when they turned out horribly misshapen -still tasty- you at them all yourself.

Little does he know; you have a framed picture with him on your vanity… But not in a creepy way. It’s from a few summers back when your group of friends had gone camping, and he went along with some of his friends to basically act as a chaperone. Therefore, there were other people in the picture, not just you and him. Your favorite part of it is that he’s standing behind you with that beautiful smile, his hand resting on your head. Right after the picture was taken, he had ruffled your hair then dispersed with the rest of the group. That night, several of your friends flirted and joked with his, but you and he sat off to the side, watching the shenanigans. You both had been exhausted but would have been teased relentlessly if you went to bed early, so you sat together under a tree watching the fireflies. It wasn’t until much later that you found out you had fallen asleep on his shoulder, and he too fell asleep, with his head resting on yours. Rumor has it, your best friend has a picture, but she refuses to show you. She claims she needs it for when she does something otherwise unforgivable and needs an out.

One day you are over at her apartment, both of you studying on a hot late-spring day, the open windows allowing for a nice breeze to waft through. Her apartment is settled above their aunt’s bakery and therefore she gets a discount on rent. Since their aunt and uncle have no children themselves, Doyoung is set to inherit the business in a few years. On nice days, they would sit outside and offer samples and coupons to people walking by and his beautiful face always draws people in like flies. It’s honestly amazing to listen to him chuckle and converse with customers, but also distracts you from your studies. Often, your friend catches you, eyes closed, reveling in listening to him while you daydream.

“Yah! Get to work.” She taps the end of her pencil on your notebook

“Sorry…” You snap out of it and get back to taking notes. Summer break is approaching, which means so are finals. Not too worried about it, you realize you might gain a reason to be if you continue to drift off into Doyoung land. It soon becomes closing time for the bakery since it only stays open until about 6pm this time of year. You decide to take a break and get off the floor to pace her apartment. The remnants of the food you had delivered have been put in the refrigerator and the dishes have long since been picked up by the delivery boy. Opening the fridge, you scan through it, feeling a bit snacky but not sure what you want. You also have a bad habit of opening the fridge when in the kitchen even if you aren’t hungry. Going to the small balcony, you lean on the railing to watch Doyoung sweep in front of the store and wipe tables down. The sleeves of his white button-up are rolled up above his elbow and his jeans are perfectly hugging-

“How’s studying going?” His voice startles you and your eyes move from his ass to his eyes. He’s looking up at you like a curious bunny and it’s the cutest freaking-

“Uh, it’s going.” You huff a small laugh awkwardly, hoping he hadn’t caught you staring.

“Do you need any help?” he asks, and you blink back. Should you take the opportunity? You really don’t need the help… You glance behind you at the pile of books and papers on the table, as well as his sister conked out, drooling on her homework.

“Uh, yes please. I’ll be right down!” You call as quietly as you can for him to still hear you but not wake her up and shuffle back inside to grab your study materials. Your sandals flop on the stairs as you descend the outside staircase and move to meet him out front.

“Let’s go sit inside, it’s a bit cooler.” He smiles and motions for you to follow. He closes the doors, flipping the sign to ‘closed’, and you find a table. There are only three small tables inside, so you have to put some of your stuff on the windowsill next to you. He removes his apron -dear lord his buttons are struggling- and moves the chair from across to next to you.

“What class are you studying for right now?” he asks.

“Advanced World History.” You aren’t exactly having trouble, but it is the hardest class you need study for. His eyes widen, then he blinks at you.

“You’re, what, a second year? I could have never at nineteen…” He shakes his head.

“Can you now?” you ask, and he laughs. Your heart thuds so hard it’s like she fell over the railing of a balcony.

“I can try… I should have asked what class before I offered.” He huffs a nervous laugh.

“Well, maybe you can just help me go over the study guide. You know, make sure I know what I’m talking about.” You hand him a green-paper packet and he turns his chair to face you better, leaning back into it. He begins to go over questions, and you answer, but he trips you up. You had memorized them in order, and he’s reading them off at random. This means you have to actually know what the answer is instead of relying on repetition.

“Daeng! Try again!” He eyes you over the top of the paper playfully. You crinkle your nose, thinking.

“You’re so cute…” he whispers, but you hear it. You head shoots up to stare at him, and realization crosses his face that he said that out loud. You expect him to brush it off as some little sister thing, but his cheeks and ears turn a bright red.

“I’m cute? Me? No, no, you’re cute.” You have no idea where the confident flirtation came from, but you’re dead serious. He blinks at you again.

“Cute.” You point at him, your deadpan stare and serious tone catching him off guard. He clears his throat nervously and won’t meet your eye.

“Next question.” You wave the situation off, screaming inside. It’s like you’re having an out-of-body-experience, and your filter’s been removed, letting him hear your instinctual thoughts.

“You really that I’m cute?” He puts the paper down, sitting up straight.

“You are the cutest thing on the face of the Earth.” Once again, you are completely serious. His whole face blooms red and he brings his hand to your mouth, trying to hide his giddy smile.

“Come on, keep going, we didn’t finish.” You push the paper toward him, but he just glances at it.

“Questions.” You poke the paper.

“How long have you thought I’m cute?” He puts his hand down; the embarrassment dissipates and turns to smugness.

“Forever, continue.” Paper is shoved. Finally, he picks up the packet and when his face is hidden, you release a rush of air to try and calm down.

“One a level of one to ten, how cute am I?” Man, he’s like a dog with bone. You roll your eyes.

“Eleven.”

“How long have you liked me?” That throws you off a bit.

“I never said I liked you-“ You try to play it off; he puts the packet back down.

“You think I’m cute?” He smirks.

“Puppies are cute, bunnies are cute, you are cute. In what world does that mean I like you?”

“Why do you have the hoodie I ‘lost’ a few years ago in your closet?”

“H-how do you know about that?”

“Saw it in a picture on your story when you were modeling the animal onesies you and my sister got to match.”

“It could have been any red hoodie…How do you know it’s yours?”

“I didn’t…not until now. Plus, it’s way too big.” He smirks and your violent intentions flare to life.

“You little shit!” You scold and he guffaws. You’re sure your face is as red as that sweatshirt.

“How did you even get it?” He questions and you exhale harshly.

“I was at your house when it was just your me and your sister. We had ordered pizza, but I was in my bathing suit since we were playing with the hose outside in the heat. The doorbell rang and I was not answering the door in my school swimsuit, so I grabbed the first thing out of the clean laundry I could find.” You share and he hums.

“Just you in my hoodie, hm~?” His gaze changes and you aren’t sure how to feel.

“Oh, hush, pervert…” You mumble, glancing out the window at the setting sun. You hear the chair scrape on the floor, then feel him standing next to you, close enough you can feel his warmth. Turning to glare up at him, your neck cracks having to bend back so far. He’s so close… If you breathe too deeply your chest will brush against him; that thought makes your breath hitch. Do not breathe. However, the air is stolen from your lungs when his hands, his beautiful hands, cup your jaw.

“Can I kiss you?” He whispers, his lips already slightly touching yours.

“Ye-“ You can’t even finish your acceptance as he instantly latches onto you. You whine, any sass draining from your instantly. Carefully, you lift your arms and clutch his shirt above where it’s tucked into his jeans. His hand moves from your jaw to the back of your neck, deepening the kiss, his other hand running down your arm and settling politely on your waist. Doyoung finally pulls away and your breath comes out harsh, sucking in air. After your lung’s respite, he’s on your again, this time his tongue sneaks past your lips and brushing over yours. You gasp and he swallows it, backing you up till your back hits the wall and your hands leave his side to clutch the fabric over his chest. Once again, he pulls away right as you need to tap out for air. A small trail of saliva connects your lips, and he licks over his own, breaking the connection. He moves to bend down, most likely to kiss your neck, but you stop him.

“We can’t, not here. Your sister could come down any minute. At least let me get the rest of my stuff. We can go to my place, it’s closer.” You whisper and he backs up a bit.

“Don’t you live in a dorm?”

“Yes, but my roommate works nights.” You’re still so close that your lips brush as you talk. He grunts, backing up, and you move toward the door so fast you almost slip. Your left sandal comes partially off, and you fix it, before shuffling rapidly out and upstairs again. Being as quiet as possible, you enter her apartment and grab your other things, shoving them in your bag. You bump your leg on the table as you move around and fight back a grunt. His sister is still asleep, so you lay a blanket over her shoulders and shut the windows, hitting your leg again on the other corner of the table. Coming down about five minutes later, you see he’s behind the counter when you renter, probably finishing last minute business. You shove all of your study materials haphazardly into your bag and then wait patiently for him to finish. You’re sure you look extra sexy with frizzy humidity hair, panting like an old dog with two still-forming bruises on your shins. He goes into the back then comes out with his own bag and smiles innocently as he meets you.

“Ready?” He whispers directly into your ear, and you want to scream YES! But you refrain.

“Yep.” You try to stay casual, and he chuckles. He leads you outside and across the street to his car. It’s nice, not super fancy, but still pretty nice; it’s a dark blue with black leather seats. You’re not sure your bare, sweaty thighs would love the upholstery. Getting in, you throw your bag in the back along with his and before you can reach for your seatbelt, he’s doing it for you. Right as he clicks it, he gives you a brief peck on the lips. He goes to start the car, and your hand flings out to rest on his arm.

“Wait… I need to know, what- how do you feel about me?” You don’t want this to be a one-night stand, a fling. You’re pretty sure this is more than a crush, could be full-on love, and you don’t want your heart broken. Especially not by him, anyone but Doyoung. His gaze turns to you, soft, and he sighs.

“Honestly, it was last year that I realized what’s going on. It was your birthday party at the noraebang, and you were singing with one of the guys there, I don’t remember his name. Anyway, it was a romantic duet and despite the fact that he could, and you cannot-“

“Hey!”

“I couldn’t stand seeing you so close to another guy. Watching you struggled to read the prompter because your contacts weren’t the right prescription, was just so freaking cute. Then, you smiled at me so brightly when the song ended, at least I saw it that way… I only wanted you to smile at me like that. I’ve been hiding it, because I didn’t think you would want to go out with your friend’s big brother…” He taps awkwardly on the steering wheel, giving you a sheepish look.

“My dude, that is the most popular trope in fanfiction, you realize that right?”

“Really?”

“Yeah, that and a daddy kink-“

“Okay, thanks, that’s all I need to know!” He sighs again.

“I really, really like you.” He finishes and you bring your hand to rest on his, wrapping your fingers around his, resting them on the center console.

“I really, really, really like you.” You emphasize the third really, and he smiles sweetly, leaning in to kiss your forehead.

“If this is too fast for you-“

“I have been waiting years for this. Drive!” You point forward and he laughs, doing as you say. Once you get to campus, you direct him to the parking lot nearest your dorm building. There’re still people walking about in the dusk light, and you grab your stuff and his hand, leading him inside. Going up to your floor, you drag him down the hall, awkwardly nodding to your neighbors. They’re gawking at Doyoung, and it pisses you off. You grumble as your keycard refuses to work the first time, getting more upset that you’re letting them eye-hump your man… In reality it’s probably more because there’s a dude there, not what he looks like. You finally see the light turn green and hear the lock click open. Shoving the door open, you yank him inside. Throwing your bag on the floor, you use your card to enter the room as he looks around the tiny dorm living room. Another room was across from yours where two other girls lived.

“Don’t worry, these walls are really soundproof.” You reassure, shutting the door as he enters.

“How do you know that?” He smirks and you roll your eyes.

“Because if one of them ever brings a guy, I don’t hear anything. You motion vaguely. While your room is clean, bed-made, you panic upon seeing your rabbit stuffed animal on the bed. You grab it, its name may or may not be Doyoung, and yeet it into the closet.

“What are you hiding?” He teases and you close the door to the closet, before being backed into it.

“Nothing.” You try to cover the act by resting your forearms on his shoulders, linking your hands behind his neck. He hums suspiciously, bumping your forehead with his, before very softly kissing you. It’s different from before, this feels more like love than lust. It makes your head swim more than the previous kisses. He pulls back after a much shorter time, and he runs his hands over your frizzy hair.

“You’re beautiful.” His soft voice makes you want to cry.

“So are you,” you bring him down to your level again and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you so close you can feel the buttons of his shirt dig into your stomach. One hand drifts to you short-clad ass and grips. You let out a gasp and his tongue once again invades your mouth when he kisses you; he’s the best kiss you’ve ever had. You also have a feeling he was about to be the best in other ways too. Disconnecting your lips, he moves down, laying wet kisses and sucks onto your neck. You let out a shaky exhale as he sucks over your pulse. You know the position he’s in is probably not comfortable, having to bend over so far due to his height.

“Move to the bed?” You offer and he lays one more kiss on your neck, then pulls back to allow you both to move. You barely sit down on the bed before he pushes your lightly onto your back and crawls over you. He stares warmly down at you for a second, then shoves his knee between your legs, grinding his thigh into you.

“Ah!” You moan softly as his lips reattach to yours. He dominates the kiss and you’re totally fine with it. As his tongue wraps around yours, your hands fly to the buttons on his shirt, shakily undoing them as quickly as you can.

Much to your disappointment, he’s wearing a white tank top underneath, hiding his bare body. He breaks the kiss to then remove his shirt and…fuck. Just seeing his bare shoulders does enough for you… While to many that may not be sexy, that’s the most of Doyoung’s skin you had ever seen. He smirks at your gawking, watching your reaction as he removes the tank top and lets it fall to the floor next to the bed. Despite the fact that you’ve neither heard of nor seen him work out, he’s nicely toned. For a man who likes to lie in bed all day, he has a nice body.

“Your turn,” he argues when you try to kiss him again. You swallow, nervous, but nonetheless sit up to remove your own tank top. You’re in a sports bra underneath, super sexy, and you hesitate, but then remove it as well. Instantly, he’s on you. He manhandles you to wrap your legs around his waist, and his lips latch onto a nipple. You sigh at the feeling, never really that sensitive there, but since it’s him, you actually shiver a bit… He lets go with a pop and you feel a surge of adrenaline, pushing him off. He lands on his back, using his elbows to prop himself up. Before he can question you, you straddle him, running your hands over the smooth skin of his chest and stomach,

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to see you like this.” You whisper, and he huffs in amusement. As you stroke his skin, his hands grasp at you, linking his fingers through the belt loops of your jean shorts. With a handle to hold onto, he pulls you down and grinds up into you. Since you’re both wearing denim, there isn’t a ton of sensation, but the act itself makes you both groan. You can tell he’s getting harder by the second, and you’re sure your underwear is already ruined. He continues to grind up into you, making your hands falter.

“Okay!” You declare, climbing off of him just enough to move down the bed and fumble with his belt. He seems shocked, but when he tries to protest, you shoot him a glare. You rub his cock through the fabric of his boxers, salivating slightly. Finally, pulling him out, you gasp, staring at him. While not absolutely huge, he’s bigger than anyone you had been with before.

“(Y/N)-“ Doyoung’s thoughts drop off when you run your tongue up the length of him. Unfortunately, no moan or groan comes out, but he does let out a harsh exhale. You have no idea how long you’ve wanted to do this, and no one, not even him, is going to stop you. Not that he wants to stop you. After a few more licks and kisses, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and begin to descend. Finally, he lets out a light groan and it sounds heavenly. You can’t get all of him in your mouth without using your throat, so that’s what you do. When your lips meet the skin of his pelvis and you swallow, his arms give out and he flops onto his back. His gorgeous fingers dig into your scalp, gripping your hair but not moving you. You swallow again and begin to bob your head, taking him to the base each time. He’s getting louder and his noises make you moan.

“Fuck!” He curses at the vibration, so you do it again.

“(Y/N), if you don’t stop, I’m gonna cum-“ He warns. You don’t stop; you want him to cum down your throat. Continuing, if not increasing your pace and sucking strength, he lets out a whining moan and thrusts up slightly as you feel his cum shoot down your throat. Swallowing it all down, you slowly pull off as he catches his breath. He looks up at you as you make sure to get every drop that had spurted around your lips. Seeing this does something to him and he shoots up, pinning you down roughly against the bed. You squeak in surprise as he rapidly undoes the button of your shorts and yanks them off. He pauses at your panties; they have little ducks on them. He gives you a look, to which you shrug, and then those too are yanked off. You watch as he takes his fingers and runs them up your soaked slit. You moan, eagerly anticipating him fingering you; his hands are just so-

“Doyoung!” He suddenly shoves a finger inside you. He quickly finds your sweet spot, surprisingly so, and the pleasure shakes you. Without warning he adds another finger, scissoring them as you try to catch your breath. He hovers over you, waiting till you get enough air for him to kiss you. When you can finally breathe easily, his lips attach to yours, his tongue wrapping around yours. You’re in heaven, and he isn’t even fucking you yet. You aren’t sure you could handle the pleasure. He leaves your lips, and you throw back your head, the pleasure of his now three fingers building rapidly.

“Oppa, I’m gonna cum.” You moan and something about the pet-name gets to him, and his movements intensify, his thumb moving to your clit.

“Then do it,” he orders, and you see white. He continues his assault, helping you ride out your orgasm. Before you get too over-stimulated, he pulls his fingers out, bringing them to his mouth to suck your juices off. You gape at him, body feeling limp. By that point he’s completely hard again, and he spreads your legs, placing one knee up over his elbow, rubbing the head of his cock your still twitching hole.

“Oh, please-“ You encourage, and he slowly begins to ease into you. The stretch stings a bit, but the overwhelming feeling and emotions overpower it. As he slowly gets deeper, you try desperately to not cum again so soon. Having Doyoung inside you, finally, was better than you’ve ever dreamed. He’s finally in all the way, barely bumping your cervix; you feel so full.

“G-give me a second.” You grip his biceps, controlling your breaths to get used to the feeling. He kisses over your face as you get used to him, ending with a soft peck to your lips.

“Ready?” He questions and you nod. He starts slow, barely pulling out, before going as deep as he can, grinding his pubic bone against your clit, your breath hitching each time.

“More.” You plead and he smirks. He hitches your other leg up as well then begins to thrust harder, pulling out halfway before slamming back in. You can already feel your orgasm building, it makes your head swim; nothing has ever felt so good. He continues the half-thrusts and after a particularly hard grind, you come undone again. It shocks both of you and he halts his movements as you clench around him. His brows furrow at your tight walls fluttering, trying hard to not cum himself, he wants to give you the most pleasure he can before he finishes. Once your orgasm has calmed, he begins he slow pace again, quickly building speed and you practically scream when he begins to fuck you in earnest. You’re practically bent in half as he looms over you, pounding you into the mattress. Your hands fly up to grip at his bare back, nails dragging and leaving red welting scratches. Doyoung groans at the feeling and digs his own nails into your thighs. The slight prick of pain excite you, more than you thought it would. That’s something to explore later though. All of a sudden, he pulls out and you exclaim.

“What-?” With much more strength than you thought he’d have; he flips you over onto your hands and knees. You barely keep your balance before he slams back in, knocking your arms out from under you. Your front half falls to the bed, and you grip the sheets to hold on for dear life. He’s deeper now, each thrust ramming the head of his dick against your cervix. Tears prick at your eyes; the pleasure so intense you’re almost not sure you can handle it. Then, his hand comes down harshly on your ass and you yelp.

“Fuck, do that again please~” You plead, and you can practically hear him smirk. He lands another hit on the other side this time, most likely leaving a big red handprint. The somewhat flimsy wooden bedframe provided by the college rocks, the headboard knocking into the painted brick wall. If you weren’t being fucked out of your mind, you’d make a mental note that despite the unsteadiness, a lot of students have probably done something like this. That alone proves the resilience of the beds. Your hands above your head are gripping your sheets hard and his hands leave your hips to cover yours. He links his fingers with yours, his thrusts getting slightly off rhythm. As he fucks his cock into you, he buries fully back into you each time, more of your braincells floating away. Nothing else comes to mind but your impending orgasm.

“Doyoung…gon-gonna cum~” You whine.

“Me too, hold on a bit, princess,” he grunts, leaning over you more, one arm wrapping around your middle, so his hand lays on your lower stomach. His thrusts get shallower, but no less deep, pressing on your tummy to heel him inside you.

“Cum inside~” you tell him and he almost outright stops.

“I’m on the pill, please, cum inside~” You plead, and he swears several times, grinding into you. When you feel his hot cum shooting inside, it knocks you over the edge. You see stars and swear you black out for a few seconds. When you come to, he’s pulling out and great deal of fluid flows down the inside of your thighs.

“You squirted~” He informs, and you barely register what he says.

“Huh?”

“You soaked me.” He chuckles and you prop yourself up to look back at him. You gape at the very obvious splatter of wet covering his lower half.

“Shit! I’m sorry, I’ve never done that before!”

“Shh, it’s okay, it was hot.” Doyoung chuckles and you sigh in relief. You slowly let your body fall to the bed till you’re lying on your stomach.

“Where’s the bathroom?”

“Second door across the living room.” You wave your hand, already feeling drowsy. You listen as he partially clothes himself, pulling his underwear and pants back on, then leaves your room. Since you don’t hear anything, you assume your roommates are not home and he comes back with a warm, damp washcloth. He’s incredibly attentive and helps you clean up. Slowly, you sit up as he throws the towel on your dirty laundry. He picks his shirt up off the floor and hands it to you.

“I have clothes to change into…” You point at your dresser, and he shakes his head.

“Please~?” He gives you a smug look and you narrow your eyes at him. Snatching the shirt from him, you button it up and you smile at how the fabric pools over you. The sleeves go past your hands, and you could practically wear it as dress and still be decent enough to go outside. He sits on your bed, and you stare at each other for a bit.

“Will you be my girlfriend?” he asks, almost sheepishly. You furrow your brow dramatically.

“What kind of question-? Yes, of course!” You glare and he laughs, tackling you. Since you’re on a twin sized bed, you both can barely fit. He presses his back against the wall and hugs you so close to him there’s still a good four inches of bed at your back. You bury your head in the crook of his neck and reach to pull the comforter over you two.

“What about when your roommate comes home?” he asks as you cuddle. You glance behind you at the clock.

“I’ll text her; she can sleep on the couch.” He reluctantly lets you get up to retrieve your phone. You stand, texting, and he admires you in just his shirt.

“Be nicer if it was red…”

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spidermans-l-o-v-e-r · 9 months ago

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Strawberries and Cream presents: ✨A Day with Buck✨

Pairing: Buck x reader

Word count: 3.7

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Notes: This is literally born from the fact that I think chapter 3 was going to be close to over 9k if I didn’t do some serious editing. I literally took the end of chapter 3 and made it the beginning of chapter 4 🤣🤣 p.s it’s me again this was all in vain it’s still that long

Buck is a cuddle monster.

He clings to you as you lay in bed, your arms crossed over your chest. He’d made you get in bed with him, said you guys used to share as kids anyway and that he’d stay to his own side.

Literally 10 minutes later he was curled into your back, and five minutes after that he had his arms wrapped tightly around you. This was so him, even as a child when you’d share a bed with him and Maddie you’d wake up to his legs over you and his head on Maddie’s stomach.

“Buck?” You poke at his arm, It’s around noon now. Eddie had dropped you off that morning with a kiss to your forehead and a promise that he’d text you when he woke up.

“Hm?” He groans softly, opening one eye. He looks up at you, giving you a sleepy grin “What’s up kiddo”

You roll your eyes at him, turning in his arms to shove him away

“Get your fat paws off of me, I have to pee” You whine, clawing your way out of his arms. He rolls over, letting you go and grabs his phone. You come back a few minutes later and he doesn’t look up

“Did you spray before you left?”

“I literally just peed!!”

“Pfft yeah okay sure. Miss Stinkypants”

When you were a child you’d accidentally soiled your literal diaper while you were in your car seat on a road trip and Buck never let you live it down. After 20 something years he still called you Miss Stinkypants even Maddie had done it a few times and both of them died laughing every time. Who needed siblings when you had these two

1:25 pm

Buck is sitting on the couch when you come back down from the bedroom, he’s playing animal crossing and cleaning up his island

“Charge your switch we can play together” He nods over to the charger in the wall and you grab yours from the coffee table, plugging it in. He proudly shows you around “BuckTopia” and all of his favorite villagers. Though he’s waiting to get rid of Hippeux, he hates him. He loves Bea and Fauna and he’s got a love hate relationship with Canberra. Eventually you show off your island, “Faeton” and he’s incredibly impressed.

“God it must have taken years to lay all of those paths” he gasps, staring at your pink walkways

“The initial lay down? God yes. But you know after that I just find 12 piece paths and overwrite the original 12 and it lays itself!”

You two spend the next 45 minutes running all over each other’s islands, beating each other with nets, and trying to hit the button at the same time so your little characters are dancing together.

“You know I’m glad they added this” Buck stretches his arms in the air, following along with the group stretching session

“It’s ridiculously cute” You agree, as you both bend forward and then push your chest out

2:10 pm

“I don’t think you’re ready for this. You’re so not ready for this” Buck bounces on the balls of his feet, and shakes out his arms.

You turn and kick his butt “I don’t think you’re ready for this!” You taunt him and he swings at you playfully, trying to smack you.

The game counts down and you and Buck start dancing in sync. You hadn’t played Just Dance in forever and apparently someone did like his life depended on it.

“I’m gonna kick your ass” He says in a singsong voice, Toxic by Britney Spears plays on the screen as the two of you dance along. He’s not even breaking a sweat

“You play this one a lot don’t you?” You ask him, panting a bit. He flashes you a shit eating grin and shakes his butt

“Oh I’m sorry, I have no idea what you mean” His voice is sweet and angelic as he’s hitting perfect nearly every time.

“With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slippin' under

With a taste of a poison paradise”

He turns to you with a whip of his head and you burst out laughing, singing with him.

“I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that you're toxic?”

2:45 pm

“So like… what is going on with you and Eddie?”

Buck holds his hand still for you as you paint his nails, his eyes covered with slices of cucumber complete with a hydrating face mask.

“I don’t know, if I’m being honest” You sigh and blow on his nails softly. Your hello kitty headband keeping the hair from your strawberry face mask

“I do really like him” you blush “But I’m not sure if I’m ready to take that step you know? Like what if he thinks I’m messy? I think? He likes me? But he doesn’t know about my past relationships and like what if that’s too much baggage?”

Buck rolls his eyes carefully under the cucumbers, dear god you two.

“Eddie has relationship baggage too Y/N. And you don’t like him any less do you? Even if you don’t know his?”

“I guess you’re right…” You say shyly, taking his other hand. “Same pattern or opposite”

“Opposite. And actually there’s something else we need to address”

“And that is? Sassy pants” you pull his hand closer and start painting

“You slept over and I haven’t heard any of those details yet”

“Okay promise you won’t tell him I told you?” He can practically feel your excitement, he takes one of his cucumbers off and bites into it

“Promise”

“He woke up hard” You blurt it out, dropping his hand.

Buck lurches forward, the other cucumber flying off his face “He what?!”

You squeal and nod your head fast “I- I was awake a bit sooner than I let him know and oh my god Buck. Oh. My. God. He’s-“ you look around like for some reason he’s gonna hear it “he’s huge” you whisper

Buck snickers, blowing on the nails on his other hand “Yeah I know we had a whole drunken measuring contest it was the funniest thing in the entire world. Are you telling me you felt it?”

Your cheeks flush even more and you nod your head slowly “Yeah…but that’s not even the whole of it because we started having a pillow fight and-“ you stop for a second, and Buck gestures wildly

“And?!?!”

“Okay but this part is embarrassing to tell you!”

“You once had to hold my hand while I got an anal exam because I was pushing too hard when we were younger. I don’t think anything is as embarrassing as that.”

You laugh hard, your body shaking as you wheeze and fall into the couch, remembering when you were teenagers. He was mortified the entire time because the nurse was cute as hell. Of course they had to be cute.

“Okay!” You wipe your eyes carefully and giggle a bit before taking a deep breath “Okay. Okay. We had a pillow fight and I ended up on top of him and I kind of just… did something? Like it was just supposed to be a joke I swear!!”

“What did you do!”

“I kind of sorta ended up grinding on him”

Buck’s mouth drops wide open and he just stares at you. You groan loudly in embarrassment and fall back on the couch

“What did he do”

You cover your face with your hands and Buck starts beating on your leg

“What did he do?!?!” He yells and you kick at him, fighting back

“He moaned! Okay god he moaned!”

Buck squeals, which is impressive to say the least and you roll off the couch in embarrassment

3:45 pm

“He moaned, can you believe that?!”

You, Buck and Maddie are on the couch eating lunch. She came over to drop off some stuff for him and brought lunch for the three of you. Buck spent the last 20 minutes retelling all the details you’d told him, and Maddie is listening with wide eyes.

“And you two didn’t do anything else?” She asks, stabbing at her chicken

“How many times do I have to tell you guys! No! We ate breakfast and that was it!” You stab at your own, glaring at the two of them and they’re both giggling at you

“You guys are literally so cute I could die” Buck sighs “I can’t wait to be related to Eddie it’s gonna be so fun”

Maddie laughs at him “Oh my god, you’re gonna scare her!”

“Related?! That’s not too fast?! I don’t even know his middle name!”

“He doesn’t have one. I’m thinking maybe a spring wedding? Or fall. You hate the heat which is hilarious considering he’s a Texas boy”

“Imagine Eddie with a cowboy hat” Maddie says

Buck perks up in his seat “With his shirt off? I’ve got a picture of that actually”

You all crowd around his phone as he goes through his “Eddie” folder. He’s got a lot of pictures of him. “Have you ever seen him shirtless? You need to see him shirtless”

“I literally slept with him shirtless” you mumble and Buck’s hand freezes. You slap your hand over your mouth and he and Maddie immediately pounce, screaming

“You! Left! That! Shit! Out!” Buck yells at you and Maddie points an accusatory finger

“What were you wearing?!!”

4:45 pm

Buck drags you to Target. Okay so it’s not really dragging when Target is literally the best place on earth and you’re eager to go with, he had to pick up some stuff for dinner. After dramatically singing all the way there you stop at the Starbucks first. You’re looking up at the menu from afar when someone covers your eyes

“Guess who”

He says in a weird high pitched voice

“My 7th grade math teacher?” You giggle and Buck snorts

“Wasn’t he a dude?”

“That’s a horrible guess, why would you guess that” Eddie snickers as he pulls you into his chest and hugs you. Your cheeks flush and Buck watches the two of you, all giddy and trying to hide it

“Can you quick stalking us” Buck pulls him away from you and you turn around, looking up at him. He looks relaxed in a white tank top with a flannel on and jeans. God it’s a good look on him too, those quarter length sleeves are to die for.

“We literally have each other on life 360? It’s impossible not to stalk you. Not that I actually was. Just needed a few things”

“Do you have Y/N?”

Buck takes Eddie’s phone from his back pocket

“No? Are you- you’re gonna- yeah okay sure”

Eddie rolls his eyes as Buck turns his back to them to add you

“Anyway… how are you? Having a nice day?” His hands rest on your shoulders before pulling you into his chest again for a hug

“Miss you, pretty girl” he says quietly, running a hand over your back.

Your cheeks flush as you bury your head in his chest “Miss you too…and yeah we’re having fun! Just like old times” you smile up at him, your chin on his chest.

He strokes your hair, just…looking at you. It makes you nervous inside, a good kind of nervous.

“You know what you want? I’ll get it for you”

“Oh no- no that’s okay” You say quickly “I got it”

“Actually I’ve got it” Buck hands Eddie back his phone and pulls you into his arms protectively

“No Eddie’s allowed, we talked about this” He scolds him and Eddie rolls his eyes, putting his hands up

“I know, I know I’ll back off. I’ll see you later cutie… and Y/N” He makes a little face at Buck, and you snort before waving at him

“See you later”

“See you later” Buck mocks you in a high pitched voice as you order your drinks. You punch him in the side and he laughs, dragging you over to go wait at the end

“So what are we having tonight?” You ask as you awkwardly and a bit embarrassingly climb into the cart. Buck holds it down for you as you get comfy

“Just spaghetti and meatballs, I know you miss my recipe”

You sigh dreamily when he hands you your drink and pushes the cart “Oh god you’re right”

“Exactly”

He walks around the store, pushing you along and throwing ingredients at you instead of into the cart and snickering as he does it.

“Would you stop that!” You yell as you catch the Parmesan before it smacks you in the face

“Do you know how long it’s been since I was able to torture you? Honey I have years to catch up on!”

“Okay well you know what, don't go crying to Maddie like you always did when I get you back. And I will get you back Evan”

“I’d like to see you try”

Payback comes in the form of giving Buck a wedgie in the parking lot.

Maddie calls you 15 minutes later.

5:25 pm

“You think Eddie will like his tamagotchi?”

You’re sitting in the front seat of Buck’s jeep as he drives over to Eddie’s house. You’d found the cute little toys and bought the newest ones. Yes they cost a pretty penny but Buck chipped in and you guys bought three. One for each of you

“I think he’ll like it because it’s from us” He chuckles, pulling into Eddie’s driveway. He stops the car, leaving it running.

“Remember, in and out. We still have to make dinner”

“Aye aye Captain” you salute him as you jump out. Before you even raise your hand to knock, the front door is opened. Eddie leans against the frame, crossing his ankles.

“I didn’t… even-“ it’s embarrassing the way you gape at his chest. He’s shirtless now, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

He holds his phone up, shaking it “Buck texted. Whatcha doin here sugar cube? Miss me that much?” He slips his phone back in his pocket, crossing his arms over his broad chest and you know you’re drooling and you also know, in your heart Buck absolutely set this up.

“I uh…I-“

Eddie snickers and steps away for a second, coming back with a hoodie on.

“Use your words, Princess. Focus now”

Oh god he’s such a little shit

“Oh neither of you deserve shit!” You say, shoving the gift bag in his hands and practically running back to the jeep. Buck is laughing his ass off as he drives away with you punching him in the side

5:55 pm

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6:03 pm

You giggle as you stare at the picture on your phone, you never actually expected him to play with it, which is stupid considering you bought it for him. Buck is making you babysit his while he makes dinner. You’re both tempted to buy one for Chim.

6:45 pm

“Have you considered moving in with me?” Buck asks as he serves you both a plate of spaghetti you frown a little and set the tamagotchi down on the table

“Yes. If I’m being honest. It seems… a bit more ideal than sharing a house with a married couple and a baby… but you don’t really have the space for me here and before you say it- there’s no way in hell I’m making you sleep on the couch! This is your house Buck”

“First of all,” he puts Parmesan on your spaghetti and pushes the plate towards you “I honestly wouldn’t mind the couch if it meant you staying here. Please Y/N that is an option and I’m willing to make that sacrifice for you… maybe we can share the bed! We’ve had to before, we know we can. Second of all, please don’t shut me down right away. But have you given any thought as to staying with Eddie? Like have you actually? Because that’s a really good option. What if you went between our places? You know… part time there, part time here. You’re not a burden Y/N. Not in any way, shape or form.”

“I feel like one, sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t have come here” You tell him, playing with your spaghetti, twirling it on your fork. “In all honesty Evan?… I want to move in with Eddie. He’s the best option, I know that. But it seems so serious making that move and I’m very nervous about what it could do to whatever the hell our friendship is. I don’t… have many friends Buck, you know that... I never have. I don’t want to lose him because we can’t stand living together”

“I really don’t think that’s going to happen. He’s really serious about you taking his spare room Y/N. It’s just collecting dust at this point. Hell, what if I moved in with him instead! And you took this place? I sleep on his couch more often than I do here” he says, chuckling a little as he digs in to his spaghetti

You’re a bit stunned to say the least. You love the studio. But kicking Buck from his own place is too much, and you know your cousin would do it for you in a heartbeat. It’s been a long time since anyone has done anything for you out of love.

“You know I love you and Maddie right?” You say a little teary eyed and he coos softly at you, coming around the table and hugging you

“Oh come onnn…don’t cry” He says softly, smiling “You’re gonna make me cry! Just think over your options and let us know what you decide okay?”

8:19 pm

You’re sat on the couch, your legs in Buck’s lap. He’s carefully painting your toenails to match your fingernails.

“Okay explain to me again why Simon is pretending like he can’t get Daphne pregnant?”

He asks as he blows softly. You tilt your head to him carefully, trying not to muss up the pink clay mud mask you’ve got on.

“Because he doesn’t want kids cause of his shitty dad and since Daphne hasn’t had sex or even been taught about it she doesn’t realize homie is just pulling out”

Buck nods slowly, turning back to the screen. Your phone rings and you grab it awkwardly, putting it on speaker

“Hi Eddie, you’re on speaker” you say, your words a little garbled with the inability to move your face as much

“Hey Sugar cube, hey Buck”

“Eddie this better be good I swear to god” Buck threatens him as he pauses the show. You giggle a little and you can hear Eddie scoff.

“I was actually calling for you, asshole. You didn’t answer your phone”

“I’m busy”

“Doing what?”

“Painting Y/Ns nails. This requires precision, asshole. What did you want?”

You giggle at them as you hold your phone out for Buck and he makes a little face at you

“You’ve never painted my nails” He says, sounding hurt

“You’ve never asked” Buck sasses him back

“Fine Buck, will you paint my nails”

“If you come here literally right now? Yes.”

“Bro, bet”

“Wait I’m not-“ before you can say anything Eddie hangs up. You sigh and set your phone down, crossing your arms over your chest

“I thought you wanted today to be just us” you say, your eyes narrowed. “And i'm not dressed! I don’t even have a bra on!”

“Okay, first of all, it’s my house, my rules, you wear whatever you want. Second of all…Does it bother you? Cause we can call him back. I just…. He’s my best friend and I miss him”

You lay back on the couch, laughing “Can’t go one day without your bestie huh?”

“They call us Buddie for a reason”

You decide to put one on just in case

8:54 pm

Eddie doesn’t just come over, he brings snacks. He opens the door, letting himself in, because of course he has a key

“Honey I’m home”

He shucks off his shoes and tosses his coat down. He sets the bags on the coffee table and starts taking things out, chips and pretzels, some candy and a couple different ice creams he puts in the freezer.

You move your legs from Bucks lap and Eddie sits in the middle of you two

“Bestie” He nods at Buck

“Sugar cube” he winks at you

Buck holds up four different face masks and he picks the refreshing pomegranate mask and you put a matching headband in his hair. Buck paints the mask on and the three of you curl up on the couch together, he wiggles his fingers at Buck who smirks and takes his hand, starting on his cuticles

“You wanna pick the color?” He asks, leaning his head on your shoulder. You smile at him when he hands you the box of nail polish and you start to rummage through it. You grab two colors, one that matches Buck and one that matches yours and hand them to Buck

10:32 pm

Eddie holds both you and Buck as you cry into his chest over Anthony’s dad. He tears up a little too

11:42 pm

“Why can’t I just be the judge?” You groan softly as Buck puts the joycon around your wrist

“Because we dance together as a family”

Both boys school you in just dance and they laugh about it and make fun of you when you throw popcorn at them.

Watching Eddie dance to “Treasure” by Bruno Mars is fun and it’s even better when he sings it to you. You’re halfway convinced Buck is picking all the dances he’s good at just to impress you because he doesn’t miss a beat

12:27 am

Buck goes to the bathroom, and you dance to “Havana” with Eddie, he doesn’t have to stare into your eyes the way he does, but he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

Buck watches quietly, leaning against the wall. The song ends and Eddie pulls you up his body, still staring into your eyes, his hands holding your waist firmly. Your heart is beating out of your chest and not just from the dance

“Man, I told you learning this dance was gonna come in handy one day!” Buck fist pumps the air and you groan loudly, crashing against Eddie’s chest

1:30 am

Buck clings to you and you cling to Eddie as the three of you pass out in Bucks bed

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welikeimagines-andfandoms · 2 months ago

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100 Random Dialogue Prompts pt. 2

1. “Was there a ‘please’ in there?” “No” “Then get fucked.”

2. “You don’t scare me. Just let me take care of you, let me make you feel good.”

3. “Oh look, mistletoe.” “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” “Who says I don’t want to?”

4. “Come here, sweet boy.”

5. “Stop being so stubborn! Just let me take care of you.”

6. “Oh, poor baby.”

7. “Hey, I’ve got this show/match/game coming up and just wondered if you’d like come along. You don’t ha-“ “I’d love to. I’ll even make sure to cheer the loudest.”

8. “You know, I’ve never danced for a(n) elf/dwarf/supe/Jedi/Witcher before.”

9. “If you harm even a hair on their head, there will be nowhere you can run or hide where I will not find you.”

10. “Y/N does like you.” “No she doesn’t, she never flirts back.” “She doesn’t know you’re flirting.” “How?!” “Because she’s self conscious and shy.”

11. “Why do you call me ‘sweetheart’?” “Because of that cute smile you give me whenever I do.”

12. “Am I a bad kisser?”

13. “If you were mine, I’d treat you the way you deserve.”

14. “Fuck, baby, you have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”

15. “I’ll protect you, sweetheart.”

16. “Why the fuck would you not want me to see you naked? You’re fucking stunning.”

17. “Can I braid your hair?”

18. “You’re doing so well for me, sweet boy.” “Yeh? I’m a good boy?” “You’re my good boy.”

19. *rips item of clothing while trying to get you naked* “I’ll buy you more.”

20. “I’ve got you, it’s okay.”

21. “Don’t touch me!”

22. “You just let (character) take good care of you, sweetheart.”

23. “They really don’t realise how gorgeous they are, do they?”

24. “You planning on staring at me all night or are you gonna buy me a drink?”

25. “Are you a good kisser?”

26. “Can I paint your nails?”

27. “Come dance with me”

28. “How dare you raise your hand to a lady!”

29. “Why do you have nail polish on?” “Because I love my daughters, you prick.”

30. “I’m not drunk, you’ve just very swirly and pretty.”

31. “That’s no way to speak to a lady”

32. “Grab me again, and I’ll grab your head and smash it against the table.”

33. “Yeh not so easy to fight someone when they’re not a woman half your size is it?!”

34. “Maybe it’s not them that I want.”

35. “Nice guys like you shouldn’t have bad days.”

36. “No underwear? Naughty little girl.”

37. “No guys worth all that crying.”

38. “Freaky goth chicks are always kinky, man.”

39. *hand on pregnant tummy* “Keep talking, she likes your voice.”

40. “Let mommy/daddy see your pretty pussy, baby.”

41. “In heels you’re taller then me.” “I’m sorry.” “No, it’s hot, I like it”

42. “Porn has lied to you, you’re hot as fuck.”

43. “There you are, darling; I was beginning to worry.”

44. “Are you okay?”

45. “Why do you love me?”

46. “You should see the other guy”

47. “You really don’t see how he looks at you, do you?”

48. “I don’t know what you just said but it sounded pretty. Keep talking.”

49. “Jus-just hold me.. please.”

50. “It’s funny when you take your heels off how much you shrink”

51. “You deserve better then me.” “There is no one better then you.”

52. “Need me to kiss it better?”

53. “I thought I lost you”

54. “Don’t worry, no one can see us out here.”

55. “It’s not a date.” “Yes it is!” “It’s a date?… Oh my god it’s a date!”

56. “Please don’t deny me the pleasure of seeing your gorgeous face”

57. “I might not be exactly ‘boyfriend material’, but I do care for you and I want to look after you.”

58. “Why do you have that ring in your nose?”

59. “Let us take care of you”

60. “Having fun without me?”

61. “It’s my turn to take care of you.”

62. “I made it myself so sorry it’s no-“ “I love it.”

63. “Stop trying to fuck me, you’re unwell!”

64. “I shouldn’t be here actually, because I’m so gorgeous that the police want to put me under arrest”

65. “I’m cold and my muscles hurt” “yes you said that already”

66. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to moan like that, you’re just so warm”

67. “If you want me, if you want me to fuck you, make you feel good, nothing has to change between us. I will still respect you and you will still have a place here. So do you want me to fuck you or not?”

68. “It is not sweet that I’m still a virgin.” “Well it’s cute then.” “That’s worse!”

69. “That’s the first time I’ve ever seen your eyes light up like that. I like it.”

70. “That’s no way to treat a lady”

71. “I need you, baby, I need you so bad!”

72. “So, are you gonna take me on a date or…”

73. “I’m not avoiding you, I’m avoiding everyone; don’t think you’re so special”

74. “Hurry up and cuddle with me!”

75. ”I don’t like your brother! I like you, you idiot!”

76. “Please don’t deny me the pleasure of tasting you, my love”

77. “Why are you always so cheerful?!” “Well it’s better then being miserable like you!”

78. “Did (character) just say ‘please’? And ‘thank you’?!”

79. “Don’t you dare fucking talk to her like that!”

80. “I just want to be everyone’s friend but they don’t want to be my friend and it makes me sad. Why are people mean to me?”

81. “Are we gonna stay here or are you gonna take me back to your room so I can scream your name?”

82. “I kissed (character)…” “You what?!”

83. “Yeh I’m having a good time. I was thinking of heading to my room though, if you wanted to join me”

84. “These damn shoes.” “Please, allow me.” “What a gentleman.”

85. “I’ve got you, it’s okay, it was only a dream. I won’t let anyone hurt you.”

86. “Do you have any idea what those Polaroids did to me?”

87. “So did (character) waste his money getting us all those seperate rooms since I’m just gonna sleep with you, baby?”

88. “You want me so bad don’t you?”

89. “Tell me I’m pretty” “You’re pretty fucking annoying”

90. “Did you just moan?”

91. “Don’t get all paranoid; she is genuinely just that sweet to everyone”

92. “I figured someone should get you a cup of tea for a change”

93. “When we get out of this car, I’m gonna hug you, and kiss you, and I’ll never be able to let go”

94. “You’re her father you have to think that way” “Well if I could take out someone else’s eyes and replace them with my own I would, but to be she’s beautiful”

95. “If you want me that badly, you’ll beg”

96. “I’m so hard it hurts. Please, please”

97. “I lost our baby! It’s all my fault! I’m sorry, I’m sorry!”

98. “Look I love you, babe, but you are being a real dick lately. What’s going on?”

99. “He making you feel good, sweet girl?”

100. “Are you on your period?” “Yes, and if you keep talking, I won’t be the only one bleeding”

#prompts #random prompts #writing prompts #dialogue prompts #fan fic #fan fiction

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whyse7vn · 1 year ago

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NIGHTMARE BLUNT ROTATION-

[ot7 x reader]

JIN DAY ☠️

8 participants - 8 online

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hobi: jin lit one up for you at exactly 12 am 🙏🏻

namjoon: you have a problem

hobi: ok but so did everyone???

y/n: we said we were smoking at 12 pm not am…

hobi: but that’s now??

yoongi: exactly

hobi: so i’ve been high by myself this whole time

what the hell guys ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️

jimin: jungkooks so gone

tae: rip 💓

jk: i cabt feel my face

but did i even have a face to begin with

tae: bro

jk: bro

jimin: watching the weed corrupt the youth in real time

this is crazy

jin: i’m seeing shapes

jimin: and the seniors

jk: are you born with the face or is the face born with you??

yoongi: one minute in and almost half of you have lost ur minds

yikes

tae: glass half full or half empty??

jk: is there even a glass

tae: omg…

y/n: happy birthday jin 💜💯‼️

jin: what the fuck????????????????

so you used the 100 emoji for what

do you think ur funny

cuz i’m telling you ur not

you’ve never been funny

not one bit

not a big bit

not a small bit

and definitely not a huge bit

y/n: ok….

jin: shapes

jimin: namjoon did you fr smoke???

y/n: HE DID

isn’t he a good boy

just like we told him to

did i have to hold his hand? maybe but he did it and i’m so proud

tae: so did i

am i a good boy

am i?

yoongi: shut up

namjoon: yeah i did

it’s not a big deal

i’ve done this before

jimin: yeah but not with US

this is going down in history 💜💜

namjoon: ur saying that like we’re all together rn

if anything i’m getting high with y/n not all of you

jimin: we are together in spirit

jk: or are we spirit in together

hobi: tomorrow x together

y/n: soobin’s birthday tomorrow

yoongi: fuck soobin

tae: am i a good boy?

jin: hexagon

hobi: i’m not even that high rn

jimin: that’s what happens when ur an addict i think

hobi: i’m not an addict

y/n: name a day you haven’t been high go

jk: 10th november 1412

hobi: ok just cuz i can’t think rn doesn’t mean ur right

jimin: gws addict

hobi: ur mad i can smoke you all out if i wanted to

jimin: yeah yeah whatever

tae: good boy am i?

yoongi: jin 31

y/n: crazy

jk: happy 21st

jin: thank you jungkook ❤️

jk: but when we say thank you who are we really thanking is it YOU or is it the you in thank you

hobi: did you do coke again be honest

jimin: where is namjoon gone

y/n: he’s on the floor staring at the ceiling rn

yoongi: is he dying?

y/n: maybe idk

hobi: just give him like 5 minutes

he’ll be fine

tae: good boy?

jk: tears of children

do you hear the children

jin: 25th birthday bash

y/n: what happened to 21st

jin: just turned 25

jimin: 250 😭😭😭😭😭😭

jk: dont cry jimin

don’t cry

do not

tae: @y/n

@everyone @all @bts @superjunior @yeontan @minions

jimin: wow this weed crazy

starting to feel hit

yoongi: weak

tae: can somebody comfort me i’m crying

jk: children are being held

some aren’t

the bigger issue is that we have no water

tae: thanks guys

namjoon: holy shit

hobi: welcome back bro

jin: i could run 427 marathons right now

yoongi: are you all fr…

hobi: be honest yoongi did you actually smoke cuz ur killing the vibe rn

yoongi: i’m not killing the vibe

hobi: u are

yoongi: not

hobi: y/n

y/n: leave me alone

hobi: y/n tell him he’s killing the vibe

yoongi: y/n tell him i’m not

namjoon: y/n kiss me

jin: y/n run

jk: what do we mean when we say run

jimin: run bts idk

jin: run over bts

namjoon: kiss bts

yoongi: kill bts

tae: crocodile bts

y/n: what

hobi: bts

tae: bello

minion langue

bello is minion for hello

am i a good boy

yoongi: you need therapy

tae: NO

jin: the government is coming for us

tae: say sike rn

i’ll cry

please say sike

oh please

jk: meow meow meow

namjoon: its like been reborn

jk: happy birth ❤️

jin: it’s my birthday

hobi: what about soobin

y/n: that’s tomorrow

jimin: who is soobin

yoongi: ugly

tae: he’s not good boy

jk: what is space

jin: big

jimin: LOL

space is so you

jin: whale

jimin: don’t talk about urself like that

ur beautiful

sorry i’m lying

ur pretty mid

namjoon: mid??

what’s mid?

yoongi: idk

jimin: jin

jin: are you calling me middle class rn

jk: fell in the middle of class once

was so sad

people laughed

but what does it mean to laugh

to fall

to conquest

hobi: conquest????

you mean conquer

tae: conker

jimin: what

y/n: what’s wrong with being middle class?

jin: nothing

i’m just not that

tae: ok like we get it you have money shut the hell up

good boy not u i’ll tell you that

namjoon: did that sentence make sense or am i just that high rn

jk: do fish have water inside their bodies

like cuz we have air inside ours

so do they have water in theirs

cuz water is their air

hobi: wait

yoongi: one conversation at a time pls

i fr can’t even comprehend this rn

hobi: the real question is when we go in the bath does water like go inside our bodies or not

jk: omg………..

does it????????!

tae: are we fish

jin: fishing

let’s do that

super tuna all the good stuff

namjoon: i like tuna

y/n: tuna is gross

jin: did you like my song about it

y/n: super tuna over the astronaut any day of the week

the astronaut a flop lowkey

jin: ok i didn’t ask for all of that

tf is ur problem it’s my birthday

tae: ok but if she said ur song flopped it flopped

jin: ok??? but at lest i wrote my song

i didn’t see ur name in ANY of the layover credits

yoongi: woah

namjoon: that’s crazy actually

tae: look here you old FUCK

y/n: hehe

tae: ur 31 years of age

31.

you have bigger problems rn

stop arguing with young people cuz ur sad ur turning into dust with every step

maybe instead of being a jealous bitch

you can go on a self healing journey and maybe you’ll finally find happiness in ur extremely long life

that or you kill your self

pick one cuz i’m sick of you

y/n: LMAO old fuck was crazy

jk: are we fish

hobi: octopus

jimin: octopussy

namjoon: ew

jin: WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

jimin: too pretty 😓

jin: you just weight

wiat

wait

y/n: wait by dino

jimin: jin friends with dinos

y/n: he is?????

wait whose dinos

i’m talking about dino

jimin: me 2

y/n: lee chan

jimin: what

y/n: ?

lee chan

jimin: bangchan?

y/n: bangchan?

LEE chan

hobi: australian

naurrrr

yoongi: isn’t that the ninjas guy?

y/n: lee chan? no??

jimin: what

y/n: pls don’t tell me wait

him

jk: pls don’t tell me wait is a long name

is he american?

namjoon: so whose austialian then?

hobi: naur it’s me mate

howdy

jin: howdy?

are you a cowboy?

hobi: turn on the bbq jin mate

oh naur where my brolly gone mate

tae: ninjas

i like ninjas

lego ninjago

kai 😍

y/n: kai?

pretty girl you like peaches kai?

tae: not a girl but thank youu 🫶🏼

jin: i don’t know dino

i don’t fuck with seventeen like that the hell

their like ew

why would i talk to a bitch called dino

that’s stupid

jimin: seventeen???

who the hell talking about seventeen rn??

y/n: us

jimin: bangchan is in seventeen???

y/n: no?

jimin: ??

y/n: i’m taking about LEE CHAN

jimin: tf is lee chan?

y/n: dino

jimin: dino?

dinosaur

what

hobi: g’day mate

jk: no i can’t feel my toes rn 😞

tae: sorry for ur loss

jk: but is it a loss or a gain

have i gained the ability not to feel my toes or have i lost it

jin: the hexagon is back and bigger

jimin: ur bigger

y/n: sighs

namjoon: she smells so good

yoongi: ?

jin: can you guys sing happy birthday to me please

tae: happy birthday to you

hobi: oy wahnna sie hahppy buhthdie t' yah

jk: birthday birthday day birthday song

y/n: birthday by ten??

or by somi !!!

or happy birthday to you by nayeon

or the one by joy

yoongi: isn’t then ten one about sex?

jin: sing that one

yoongi: ew no

jin: why the fuck would i be talking to you

yoongi: ???

tf is that supposed to mean

jin: that i wouldn’t fuck you

yoongi: ok??

jin: ok

yoongi: why would i fuck YOU

jin: i’m hot

yoongi: you’re you…

jin: exactly

yoongi: no

jin: ?

what are you trying to say rn

cuz it can’t be that you think i’m ugly

yoongi: u make me want to throw up

jk: when ten said got no self control cuz i want it all so ima make you feel like tonight’s ur birthday

what did he really mean

tae: maybe he meant that hes got no self control cuz he wants it all so he’s gonna make you feel like tonight’s ur birthday

hobi: oy croy on moy buhthdie

he wants me to croy

fucking bugger mate

well pissed

y/n: what the fuck are you saying

tae: is ten 10 cuz if he is why is he singing about sex

jimin: ben 10

jk: he’s singing about a birthday

yoongi: birthday sex

y/n: by jeremih

hobi: crikey she thinks she’s me mate

she bloody not

jin: square

namjoon: square up

y/n: come at me

namjoon: hits you

(with my lips)

(on your lips)

(gently)

y/n: wow

jimin: um

tae: i love when you rp joon

jk: what is rp

jin: real pussy

hobi: love a cheeky bit of puss mate 😝

yoongi: never say that again

ever

like i’m fr

hobi: puss

cheeky fucking puss mate

yoongi: ur so lucky i can’t drive rn

hobi: cheeky mate xxx

naur the weeds getting to ya hey?

can drive the old tin can anymore?? right shame mate rigjt shame

jin: what langue is this i’m so confused

tae: with great power comes a cold heart

y/n: that is not the quote

tae: says who

y/n: facts

tae: requesting a fact check not by nct haha !!!!!

get it lol

fact check nct

LOOOOOOOOL

heh

wait

nct.

nct….

it’s not funny anymore

i hate nct

FUCK nct

i’ll kill nct

nct count ur days

namjoon: i’m so horny rn 😭

jimin: okay!!!!!!!

jin: ??

y/n: oh

tae: good boy

yoongi: getting high with you all has actually been the worst experience ever

jk: did we get high or did the high get us

jin: the high definitely got you

tae: ok but ur the one whose seeing shapes the end of the day not jungkook

jin: i’d rather see shapes lthan lose my mind at the end of the day

y/n: you have lost ur mind tho?

jimin: so have you?

y/n: and YOU think you’re any better rn

jimin: yeah…

yoongi: you all can’t handle weed how about you shut up now

hobi: idk why ur acting like you’ve not been effected mate

i knaur for a fact mate if we were all together rn ur hands would be all over a certain someone haha lol wink mate

and mate i definitely knaur you can’t even stand up right rn daunt act like ur better i see straight through ya mate

yoongi: you know nothing

and look at you

talking in that annoying “australian” accent

ur just as high

hobi: mate i would talk like this bloody sober

and i think ya knaur that don’t ya?

it’s ourkay to admit ur a little off ur head righ nour mate its okay mate

we won’t judge

yoongi: shut up

hobi: you see

sorry forgot the mate

you see mate

i knaur you all like the back of my bloody hand ok

joon the horny high

kook the stupid bloody questions and logic high

tae the sensitive and kinda a freak high

jin is like a paranoid

yoongi touchy and all muscles seem to stop working in your body high

jimin dumb ass bitch high

y/n my sweet silly giggly high

yoongi: ur wrong

hobi: yoongi mate

it’s natural to feel exposed when you’re this type of information mate

don’t think about it too much

just breathe

yoongi: i am breathing fuck off

jimin: IM NOT DUMB HIGH WHAT THE HELL

y/n: do i giggle???

namjoon: a lot baby

been giggling this whole time

goes straight to my dick

hobi deleted a message

hobi: ok namjoon stop taking!!! go take a nap

you WILL regret this

made me stop don’t my accent and everything

sighs it’s hard being the only REAL smoker in this world

namjoon: yolo

jk: is yolo yo low

or yeow loh

tae: hugs and kisses are needed on nights like these

jimin: am i dumb high fr…

i could name all 17 us states rn

don’t play

yoongi: 17?

y/n: seventeen

jin: fbi is coming for us

hobi: how about everyone goes and takes a nap!!

that’s such a real and cool idea

wow well done hoseok

thank u hoseok ur really cool

aw thx u too!!!!!

jimin: ur the dumb one you weed addict

hobi: yess so real so true

got to sleep jimin!!!

jimin: whatever kys i’m going out

hobi: harsh

but i don’t think that’s actually a good idea you should like stay inside lol

y/n ur still and joons house right?

y/n: YEAHHH

we are laying on the floor together i do think he fell asleep tho

hobi: yeah ok i’m omw

everyone drink some water take a nap sober up

next time we will definitely be smoking together irl geez who knew you were this weak ☠️☠️☠️

will save me the stress

cant even enjoy my high anymore sighs is this what joon feels like sober

this is kinda hell idk

tae: am i a good boy?

hobi: GO TO BED

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prettypinkporkchop · 5 months ago

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Hiii, how are you doing? I love your writing!! Do you think you could do a Seth x reader where they’re like 25 and have been together since like 17 and he proposes?

Emily places the shirt over your chest. "This is so cute!" She says.

You look over the shirt that is NOT meant for you. "Eek, Emily, I appreciate your help but this is not it." You giggles. She rolls her eyes and puts the shirt back on the rack. "Fine, missy." She giggles.

"Why are we even shopping?" You start looking at the stacked jeans. You find a pair you like but leave it there, not wanting to spend $100.

"Because Seth is taking you to Hawaii. I figured that short pink shirt would make you look beachy." She smirks.

You have bathing suits and shorts. Wouldn't that be enough? If it were up to you, you'd just wear what you got. You're in this clothing store that looks like old ladies and milinial mothers shop.

"Emily, Seth makes sure my closet is full. I'll be good. Can we go back to the strip? I want to go get that cute hammock!" You grab her arm and beg her.

She sighs and then laughs. "Okay, okay."

You guys head back to all of the other stores you had seen things to bring to Hawaii. Honestly, you're super excited about this trip! Alone time with Seth? Lord, that only happens at the house. Sam let Seth take this as a vacation off duty!

You and Seth live together. You two have since you turned 18. You've been the happiest person since you met him that day at the graduation party.

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You chew your gum very hard to keep your ears from popping as you go up and up and up. Seth has a good grip on your hand. He's smiling over at you. Your heart is racing. You can't believe you're on a plane!

You guys land and head to the hotel in Honolulu. Seth stands at the desk, getting you two checked in. The desk man hands Seth the key, and you guys make your way up in the elevator.

At the door of the room, Seth looks at you and smiles. "Are you ready?" He asks.

You nod your head quickly with anticipation. His hand meets the door, and he slowly pushes. It is a big room with a big bed. The bedding is white, and the walls are beige. There are two sliding glass doors on the other side of the room. The blinds are pulled open so you can see the pure blue water and soft white sand.

You're in awe and walk inside. You set your bag down on the floor and walk to the glass, staring out at the ocean.

"There's so much I want to do here! What should we do first?" You turn to Seth. He's standing close right behind you. He has a small smile. A piece of his hair falls. You lift your hand up and tuck it behind his ear.

"You want to go swim? I have reservations for a restaurant." He says.

"Seth, this is perfect. I love you." You lean up and kiss him softly.

He kisses you back and grabs your waist. You pull away and look up at him. "So, swimming?" You move toward your bag, digging through it to pull out your bathing suit.

Seth stars laughing and does the same thing.

You guys walk across the street to the water. You're standing on top of a few dark rocks. You guys step down. Your feet hit the sand, and you gasp. "This is NOTHING like Forks!" You say in awe.

Seth kisses your cheek and grabs your hand, leading you to the water. There are people there, and you can see some I the distance surfing.

After a while of swimming and seeing the sea life, you step out, tired from the beaming sun. You grab your towel and wrap it around you. You look up but don't see Seth. You start to panic a bit and quickly turn around behind you where the rocks are. Something shiny catches your eye.

You bend down and touch the shell. You're in awe.

"What do you say?" You jump and turn to see a shirtless and wet Seth.

Your stomach does a million flips. You never thought this day would come. After years of waiting, it was so worth it with this proposal.

You jump on him and hug his neck, and the tears start to come out. "Yes! Yes! Yes!" You squeal.

He holds onto you tightly and mumbles in your hair next to your ear. "You're my everything. Thank you for making my life worth living. You make the chaos seem easy. I love you."

You start to cry harder and pulp away and look at him. "My Seth, I love you so much."

He sheds a single tear and then bends down to grab the shell. He takes the ring out and puts it on your ring finger while looking you in the eyes.

The rest of the time there, you guys spent it exploring, swimming, and lovemaking in the hotel room.

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You run out of the truck toward Emily's house. She stands outside with open arms. You run up to her and give her a big hug.

"Did you have a good time?!" She asks.

You nod your head and pull away from her. She grabs your face and smiles. "You have beach face!" She looks over some of the pink and tanning on your face. Then she grabs your hand and looks at the ring.

"Congratulations! I knew you'd say yes!" She smiles behind you toward Seth. "Mister was very scared. He planned this whole thing." Emily giggles.

"You knew?" You ask.

She nods her head. "Everyone knew! Come on! Let's call the others and join here for a celebration." She gently pulls your hand and you guys make it inside.

#twilight #embry call #jacob black #jared cameron #paul lahote #sam uley #seth clearwater #twilight wolfpack #leah clearwater #quil ateara #seth clearwater x reader

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frakts1ya · 25 days ago

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love talk ft. qian kun

• wc : 0.8k •

You weren't planning for today to end up like this. No, not with you starting your day in a boring meeting. You went to your favorite coffee shop and bought your usual coffee order, then you left and took the subway to the building your meeting took place in.

The elevator went up slowly, slower than usual, but you didn't say anything about it. The elevator had some problems, and you were used to it. It never stopped on you.

The meeting took your mind off the elevator anyways. You were on the verge of falling asleep, your boss's monotonous voice like a lullaby.

It went downhill from there. You got in the elevator alone, which was about to close until someone opened the elevator. He slightly bowed as a way to apologize, and you nodded your head back.

The elevator went down to floor 26, then 25, then 24, until it stopped. You pressed the zero button again, but the elevator didn't move.

You looked at the man who was in the elevator along with you: dark brown hair, piercing eyes, and a clean suit.

Oh, that guy. The man in the elevator with you was a friend of your boss, running another section of the same big company. You remember him being in the meeting with you, someone whispering to him the entire time.

“What do we do?” You asked, slumping down in one of the elevator corners.

Instead of responding, the man quirked an eyebrow up at you. “No… English.” He took out his phone and typed in Google Translate reading out loud, “I'm fluent in Chinese and Korean. I just don't know much English, sorry.”

You were fucked. You also took your phone out and typed, translating your words in Chinese. “We're stuck here until the firefighters come, we need to press the emergency button. What's your name?”

The man answered out loud this time, “Kun, and you?” Also, as you said, he hit the button on the elevator that called emergency services.

“Y/n. Nice to meet you.” You held your hand out, and he shook it.

“Nice to meet you too.” Kun wasn't that bad at English. Like he said, he knew some words. But was it enough for you two to communicate? Probably not.

You and him stared at each other for a while. You were going to say something else to him, but then the signal on your phone disappeared. “Shit!” You exclaimed, trying to hold your phone up, “There's no signal!”

You slumped back on the floor, Kun deciding to sit next to you. His hand rested on your shoulder. “It's going to be okay.”

“You think so?” You murmured, head in hands. Kun nodded in response.

You had no idea how long it would take for the firefighters to arrive. What if you died here? Okay, you're overreacting, but it could happen?

Kun mutters something in Chinese, which you don't understand. You turned to him and cocked your head in confusion.

“你很漂亮, you're pretty,” he repeated.

Your face heated, a goofy smile on your face as you averted eye contact. “You're quite handsome too, Kun.”

“Huh?”

You were going to rip your skin off. If it wasn't obvious you were embarrassed earlier, it definitely was now. “You're hot.”

“Ah.”

An awkward silence filled the elevator. Kun rested his hand on yours, opening his mouth to say something but hesitating.

“Can we stay in touch after?” You ask, pointing to your phone.

“Sure,” He replied, inching closer towards you. “我喜欢你, I like you.”

“I like you too.” Your eyes met his icy blue ones, and as if the world stopped, your lips approached his until they were touching.

He dragged you onto his lap, deepening the kiss. Even when you felt lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, Kun only pulled away to whisper praises you don't understand.

"Kun, more, please," You whined, hands grabbing onto his shoulders to give yourself some kind of balance.

You and Kun were so lost in each other you didn't hear the elevator doors being forced open. “Are you two okay?” You immediately pushed yourself off him, but the damage is already done.

“Yes, we're fine. Thank you for saving us,” You said. Both you and Kun looked disheveled, but the rescuers didn't seem to question it.

Kun pointed at your phone, “My number?”

You handed him your phone, watching as he typed his contact in his phone. “Call me.” He winked before running off.

Your heart skipped a beat at his final statement. At least he knew that much English?

#hoshii writes #wayv x reader #wayv #qian kun #qian kun x reader #nct x reader #nct

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MDNI 18+

(Trent Lane x FEM!reader)

KINKTOBER DAY 2; (student/teacher, mutual masterbation, break up)

WC; 1.3k

CWs; (teacher/student relationship, guitar lessons, mutual masterbation, fingering, slight squirting(?), porn without plot, loosely edited, mentioned trent/monique, light praise)

You were seated on the bed, watching your instructor's skilled fingers strum a simple note. His rings were a nice contrast to the wood of the guitar.

“Okay. You try, yeah?” Trent hummed softly, holding his tuned instrument out to you.

God. This guy was a fucking babe. How were you supposed to concentrate with him around you?

“Alright…” your tone was soft and unsure, not positive you could pull off the very basic and simple G chord.

It had been like this for a couple weeks now. You came over every Wednesday, or whenever Trent would call and ask if you wanted to come over that day for more practice.

His prices weren't horrible.

25 a lesson. (It was coming from daddy's bank account anyway)

Plus, he was fun to be around. Laid back and soft spoken. He wasn't loud and obnoxious like some of the other 21 year old boys you've met in your short 19 years.

With nimble fingers pressed against the strings, you looked up at Trent for validation about your finger placement. Trent's half lidded eyes met yours, reaching forward and shifting your hand a little.

“There. Now, just, strum. Gently.” Trent instructed, giving you a small reassuring nod.

With a small amount of hesitance, you softly strummed the chords, smiling a little when the right note vibrated back to your ears. Trent gave a tiny nod of approval, his eyes dancing across your pretty features.

“Good girl.” He praised softly, giving you a little grin.

Fuck. That made your pussy weep into the gusset of your panties. Making the white fabric almost translucent and cling to your cunt.

“Hm, we can be done with this lesson. I've got rehearsal at five.” Trent sighed, stretching a little.

You furrowed your brow, looking down at the watch around your wrist, “... it's seven-thirty?”

“Damn it.” Trent huffed, before shrugging with an indifferent expression, “...next time.”

God. You never got the term “the bee's knees”, but Trent was definitely the bee's knees…whatever the fuck it meant.

The next lesson the following week, Trent was more tired than his usual sleepy self. So, like the good little girl you were, you asked what was wrong.

“What's going on? You seem a little upset.” Your words were casual while you sat on his bed and raked his body up and down while he laid on the comforter, staring up at the ceiling. His raven hair was messy, even more so than his everyday spikes.

“Me and Monique broke up last night.” Trent answered, sitting up and rubbing his red eyes from lack of sleep(or a high. Hell if you could tell)

“Again?”

You covered your mouth, realizing it was pretty damn rude to out him like that. But he didn't seem upset and just smiled with a little chuckle that ended with a cough into his fist.

“Yeah. Not very surprising?” He coughed out, looking up at you with a small grin.

You leaned over to grab his guitar, the short skirt exposing those cute little pink panties of yours. Trent could see everything. The chubbiness of your pussy, the little wet patch from your swollen inner lips.

Damnit. Trent crossed his legs, hiding the semi in his jeans.

Honestly, you didn't expect your lesson to turn out like this. But here you were, gently palming the twitchy and leaky bulge in Trent's jeans, listening to him sigh softly in pleasure. His noises were absolutely the best thing you've heard from him. Sure, his little humming while he played a simple tune was cute, but you didn't know he was a whiner.

Trent's lips lightly danced over the soft skin of your neck, kissing and nipping at you. He almost convulsed when you undid his belt and fly. A soft little, teasing suck at your neck was what you were met with when you slipped your hand in his boxers.

Oh wow. He felt nice, pretty damn throbby and weepy. Tugging down his boxers, you set them under his nutsack, making the two chubby balls seem larger at the base of his cock.

You subconsciously spread your legs like a whore when his hand slithered under your skirt, teasing the sopping gusset of your little boyshorts.

Skilled boy, yeah? He knew exactly where that sweet little nubbin was, hiding in those folds and fat of your pretty inner lips.

Pushing your skirt up, Trent tugged your panties to the side, eyeing the soaked heat appreciatively. With quick fingers, Trent spread those pretty lips, almost groaning at the velvety insides of your cunt.

You hummed softly, watching his cock with half lidded eyes while you pumped the hot length. A sweet muffled cuss left your lips when he circled your entrance with his middle finger.

“Tight?” Trent's smooth voice rang in your ears.

“... probably.” Your answer was definitely biased due to it being your own cunt.

“Nice.” He nodded approvingly, slipping a digit in your tight heat, grunting when your channel squeezed his intruding finger.

“A-ah…!” You gasped, stilling your hand, before pumping him with great vigor.

The room was hot and stuffy, the sounds of skin on skin, wet squelches, and soft noises of pleasure filled Trent's room that was usually full of music. Well, this was the music of the devil's tango or Satan's mamba. Whichever it is.

“You're such a good girl.” Trent praised cooly in your ear, thrusting his finger in and out of your pussy, his palm hitting your clit with every push. Your cunt had a great suction on it, swallowing and squeezing him greedily. A second finger slipped in while he curled them up to tease your sensitive g-spot.

You whined in response, rubbing your thumb over the drooling slit on the tip of is cock. A soft grin pulled at your lips when Trent gasped, hips stuttering nicely when you went over it a few times. It was agonizing for him. He was so close to finishing, but he didn't even know if you were close to an orgasm.

“‘M close…” Trent warned, dark eyes searching your eyes for any sort of recognition that you were at the edge.

“Me too…” your voice was soft and breathy, your other hand pulling your sweater up and tugging the cups of your bra down, freeing the mounds of fat chub.

Trent let out a low moan, his eyes zeroing in on those bouncing hemispheres and pert nipples that were begging for his attention. It took everything in him not to wrap his lips around one of your cute nips and go to town on it.

Your thighs were trembling, the cool metal of his rings were almost too hot from the heat of your sweet cunt. You knew you were close, the knot in the pit of your stomach was knotted so tight that it hurt, just begging for it to snap.

God. If Trent knew that this is what just touching and feeling was like with you, he would have already gone all the way during that first lesson.

The knot finally snapped when Trent used his other hand to pinch and flick one of your hardened buds. You accidentally grabbed onto his messy hair to keep yourself grounded while you came with a soft cry of his name, your hand desperately trying to keep pumping him while you gushed around his fingers.

Trent's eyes widened, gasping and thrusting up into your fist while he finished. Spurts of pure white dribbling over your knuckles, your hand and wrist limp while you panted in his ear, almost building condensation on the piercings with your hot breath.

After a few moments of gathering your bearings, you pulled back a little, your noses touching while Trent's lips grazed yours.

Trent gripped the back of your head, fisting your hair and clashing your lips against his. You giggled against his lips, his soul patch tickling your chin.

You pulled away after about a long minute of hot kisses, a bit breathless, “Do you do that with all your students?”

“The cute ones, yeah.” Trent replied, watching your heated form with a smug grin.

#trent lane x reader smut #smut #trent lane x reader #daria mtv #trent lane #kinktober

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Chapter 27:

But the story of us might be ending soon…

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I was lying wide awake in bed, Charles next to me. I stared at the ceiling, head throbbing, mind reeling. I never felt more guilty in my entire life. But it was my own fault. I created this mess.

"Lizzie?" Charles whispered and I flinched, the sheets rustling when he was turning to look at me "Why are you awake?"

"I just woke up." I lied, again.

"Hmm. Are you okay?" he rubbed my arm a little and I sighed.

"Yeah. It was just a lot. You know? I wanted it to be the perfect birthday for you. But in the end I screwed it all up."

"That’s not true, mon amour. It was amazing!" he scooted even closer, cupping my cheek "I was the one who ran away instead of talking to you like an adult! I’m 25 now but acted like a 15 year old."

"You were just overwhelmed… shocked… it’s okay." I mumbled.

"Still… I’m sorry." he kissed my cheek and pulled me into him "It was an amazing evening with all the people I love."

"Almost all the people."

"Almost, yeah but I’ll see them all as soon as we’re not in between races, that’s fine." he whispered and I smiled.

"Yep." he had no idea.

"You know that it would’ve been fine if we just ordered something to eat?" Charles said as we walked up to my flat.

"It’s your birthday and we go out for dinner! Just let me change into something a little more nice than what I’m wearing and we can go." I unlocked the door.

"You look amazing, I don’t know why you want to change… are we eating with the royal family or what?" he sighed and closed the door behind him, slipping out of his shoes.

"No, but with our family." I said and he turned around.

"Surprise!" we all yelled and Charles flinched a little.

"What the…?"

"Happy Birthday, Charlie!" Liam screeched, jumping straight into his arms.

"Thanks Bubba." he was overwhelmed, I could tell "What are you guys doing here?" he walked into the living room, hugging first our Mums, then Dad, his brothers and Sissy.

"Isn’t it obvious? We’re surprising you for your birthday." Arthur rolled his eyes and I had to chuckle.

"Yeah but, I mean… I had no idea."

"No shit Sherlock?" I patted his back "That’s why it’s called a surprise, you know."

"I know." Charles laughed and Liam poked his cheek "What’s up Bubba?"

"We have presents for you!" Liam said excitedly and wiggled in Charles hold, who sat him down "Here!" he handed Charles a present and Charles sat down on the sofa "Open it!"

Charles ripped the paper off and then opened the box, looking inside, he took a book out of the box and as soon as he opened it I saw the tears in his eyes. He flipped through some pages and Liam next to him waiting for his reaction. Charles put the book down and pulled Liam in his lap, hugging him tight.

"That’s the best gift I’ve ever received, Liam. Thank you so much!" Charles whispered with teary eyes.

"You like it?" Liam asked and he nodded.

"I love it!" Charles kissed Liams cheek and Pascale leaned over to have a closer look on the book, gasping a little when she realised what it was.

"Lizzie helped me with it. We kept all the receipts or tickets or postcards from whatever we did together. And then I picked my favourite pictures of us." Liam explained and Charles smiled at me.

"It’s amazing, really. I absolutely love it!"

Liam blushed a little, happily giggling. I walked over into the kitchen and helped preparing the food.

"Thank you guys so much for coming!" Charles raised his glass as we all sat down "And thank you, Lizzie, for organising not just yesterday in the club, but this dinner!" he leaned over and kissed my cheek.

We sat together for a while, eating and talking away, when Liam began to yawn and Sissy left the table with him, making him bed ready.

"Say good night to everyone." she said when they returned and Liam made his way around the table, as soon as he stopped at Charles he climbed up in his lap and snuggled into his chest.

"Can you read me a bed time story? You and Lizzie together?" he whispered and Charles nodded slightly, stroking his back.

"Of course, Bubba." he whispered back and got up, I followed them shortly. When we passed Sissy Liam leaned over and she kissed his cheek, saying good night and then Charles carried him into my bedroom, putting him down in my bed. I grabbed the book with the bedtime stories.

"Okay, what page?" I asked Liam and he turned on his side, snuggling into the sheets, clutching his plushie tight to his chest.

"16." he whispered and Charles smiled down on him, gently ruffling his hair. I opened up the book on page 16 and read the story, watching how Liam fought with all his power to keep his eyes open. But as the story ended, he had lost the battle, softly snoring away. We kissed his cheek and carefully got up, but before we left I opened up a drawer and took out a little present.

"Here, one last gift from me." I handed it Charles and he sighed a little.

"Lizzie, this whole weekend was more than enough! And then the secret trip! Now this! Stop spoiling me like this!" he said quietly, while opening the box, looking inside "Oh cara mia." his voice barely above a whisper as he took out the key, holding it up "Thank you. So much." he pulled me into him, kissing me softly "Feels almost like the key to your heart." he chuckled and I swatted at his arm.

"You’re so cheesy!" I rolled my eyes.

"You love it!" he pulled me in again, looking deep into my eyes.

"That I do."

"What do you mean?" I asked as we boarded the plane, Charles holding my bag for me "Wait, I’m boarding the plane." I put my phone down, showing the flight attendant my ticket.

"Welcome on board, Miss Doetterer. Would you and Mr. Leclerc please follow me." she smiled at us and lead us to our seats "If you need anything, let me know."

"Thank you." we both said and Charles ushered me into the window seat.

"Okay, now." I took my phone out and heard Julie rustling through some paper.

"Netflix. They want to film the Bosch Racing event in Austin." she said and I sighed.

"Just that event? Or more?" I asked.

"Just that event. There will be young kart drivers, a lot of girls, that’s why they want to film it."

"Okay. It’s on Wednesday, right?"

"Yes. I’ll tell you all the details as soon as I see you."

"Alright. See you in Austin. Bye." I hung up, groaning.

"What’s with the event on Wednesday?" Charles asked as he sat down next to me, handing me his hoodie.

"Netflix wants to film it, because it’s an event with a lot of karting drivers, a lot of young girls apparently, so they thought it’s a good idea if that’s being filmed." I sighed while pulling over Charles hoodie, snuggling into my seat.

"I agree. You wanted to use the documentary for exactly that!" he sat down and I nodded.

"I know. You’re right! Doesn’t mean I have to like it."

"Nope. But you’ll get used to it. Faster than you think." he kissed my cheek and I looked outside the window, hoping he was right.

Hoping I really would get used to a film crew filming my every move, that’s why I was nervous when I arrived at the sponsoring event. But seeing all the young kids, boys and girls equally, being so passionate about racing, loving the sport so much, my nervousness faded away in an instant. I did some laps around the track, gave some advice here and there. Told my story, how I made it from karting into F1. When the event slowly got to its end I wanted nothing more than to spend another hour or two with the kids.

"You were amazing! The kids loved you! The sponsors loved you!" Julie said.

"The camera loves you!" Elijah, the unit director, added and I blushed a little "If there are more events like this planned, count as in!"

"We will!" Julie smiled and waved the crew goodbye when I got into our car "Okay, be honest. How was it for you with the film crew? You were a little uncomfortable every now and then?"

"I wouldn’t say uncomfortable, more… kinda nervous how I would look on camera when doing whatever I was doing at that moment…"

"Oh Lizzie! You were amazing! Really! Just be you. Be natural. Don’t try to play a role…" she patted my arm and I nodded, thinking about her words when I opened up the door.

"Charles?" I asked when I walked inside our room, bed empty.

"In here."

I slipped off my shoes and plopped down on the sofa, as the bathroom door opened up and Charles walked out.

"Hey pretty girl." he kissed my head then walked over to the minibar, grabbing a sparkling water, handing it to me before he sat down "How was it?"

"Amazing. I swear these kids were all so talented! It was so much fun!" I said excitedly "There was this one girl, Myra, she was amazing. She wanted to know everything, I swear! She asked so many questions, was so inquisitive! She’ll be an amazing driver one day! Oh and Chloe! She was intuitive! She got in the kart and just went with it."

"Seems like you had a lot of fun, then?" Charles asked and I nodded "How was it to be filmed outside of the track?"

"I was a little worried about how I look on camera doing normal stuff like drinking or putting on a helmet? I was a little too much in my head. But I get used to it, like you said and it will get better from now on. I’m just being myself, not caring about the cameras."

"Very good! Exactly what you need to do!" Charles squeezed my thigh "Did you eat something?"

"Not really, no, you?" I answered and he shook his head.

"You wanna go out? There’s a street food festival just 2 streets from here." he said and I nodded.

"Yes! God yes! Give me a couple of minutes in the bathroom, just to freshen up a little."

"Take your time."

"Lizzie, can you tell us a little what happened back in Japan?" the reporter from CBS Sports asked.

"Umm, what happened in Suzuka can’t happen again. It was irresponsible. Mistakes like this can cost a life, as we all unfortunately know, and the FIA has to react and find out what went where wrong that a recovery vehicle was on track while we were still racing." I answered, although I was 100% sure that this wasn’t what he wanted to hear.

"There was also some drama off the track, with Charles attacking a reporter?" he continued.

"I think attacking is a little exaggerated? No? I mean to be honest it all happened so fast, I couldn’t fully process what was going on. So yeah. Don’t know what to say." I answered honestly.

"What the reporter asked left room for interpretation, did you understood it as an imply to something inappropriate?"

"I don’t know. It’s already 2 weeks ago, I don’t even know anymore what was said." I lied, I didn’t know at all what was said, Charles said I shouldn’t watch it or read articles about it, so I thought it must’ve been something bad. I did what he asked me to. Although I was curious.

"You were asked if you expect your results to be better again after your move to Monaco, where you would be closer to your fellow drivers to spent time outside of the track with them."

"To play paddle and go out to dinner together? Don’t know if that helps, but sure, why not." Fucking Salva Diaz.

"I think it implied a little more than just that?"

"I don’t know. I don’t care. Like I said, it’s two weeks ago, I focus on this weekend. Thank you." I smiled and when I left the media pen I bumped into Charles.

"A lot of questions about Suzuka, no?" he sighed a little and I nodded.

"Yeah but not just the race…"

"What else?"

"You! Punching Diaz! For nothing!" I looked at him and he stopped abruptly.

"What do you mean ‘for nothing’?"

"Charles, he asked way worse stuff before! And then you didn’t snap! Why now?"

"Why now? Why now?" he grabbed my hands and pulled me aside, into a hallway "Maybe because I saw the way you were tense the whole press conference, maybe because I saw how you were trying your best not to faint any moment, maybe because I saw you having a panic attack the moment he looked at you, ready to just spit out another disgusting question to hurt you! And maybe because in my mind he shouldn’t even be there! So yes! When he said you moved to Monaco to be closer to us other drivers to spent some time together, looking like that? Practically sneering? No. I lost it. And I don’t regret it one bit, he had it coming." Charles was furious and I cupped his cheeks.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

"Wh-what?" he was perplexed and I smiled, kissing his cheek.

"Thank you. Really." I hugged him and he sighed.

"I love you too."

I walked out of the bathroom, drying my hair when I saw Charles smiling at me like the Cheshire Cat.

"What have you done?" I asked

"Why do you think that I’ve done something?" he chuckled and I cocked an eyebrow.

"Because you sit there, smile like that and I’m 100% sure that I heard someone knocking at the door."

"Hmm. Interesting." he got up, walking over and grabbed me by the waist, still a big grin on his face.

"What have you done?" I repeated and he leaned in, brushing his lips against mine.

"Happy release day." he whispered, his hot breath fanning over my lips.

"Release day?" I was confused.

"Check the bed." he pulled away and I walked to our bed. Tears threatening to fall immediately.

"Are you serious? All four?" I turned to look at him and he shrugged his shoulders.

"I heard you talk about them over and over again, saying you couldn’t even decide which one to buy and then they were already sold out… well I ordered all of them in advance." I almost jumped into him "Do you like them?"

"I love them. Not as much as I love you, but yeah close second right now." I kissed him, putting all my love and happiness into it "Every girl out there wants a boyfriend like you! But only I get to have you!" I kissed his cheek and he laughed, walking us over to the bed again, where all four editions of Taylor Swifts new album were waiting for me "You are perfect." I whispered and looked at him.

"Perfect boy for a perfect girl then." he hugged me close "So, which one do you like the most?"

"All of them? I honestly can’t decide. They all look amazing… but if I had to decide? I think the Jade Green Edition… it reminds me of your eyes…"

"Funny… I would’ve chosen the Moonstone Blue Edition, for the same reason, it reminds me of your eyes…"

"I don’t know, the rear was still a little stiff, don’t you think? I mean it was way better than in practice one." I said to Pete as we looked over the data and he nodded.

"Maybe we need to change the set up a little more, but I’m not sure we can do much more, to be honest." he scratched his chin.

"Yeah, we’ll see." I grabbed my water bottle and walked out of the garage when someone tapped my shoulder.

"Oh, hi Paul." I said as and smiled.

"Lizzie. How do you like Austin so far?" he asked and walked with me outside.

"Not my first rodeo here. I tested once for Ferrari here." I said and he shook his head.

"I’m not talking about the track! I mean the city! I could show you around! Show you some really good restaurants!" he smiled at me and I tilted my head "I’m from here, you know."

"What? You’re from Austin? I had no idea!"

"Yep, born and raised, then I left for Europe to travel and stayed in Germany and started working there." he explained "But I’m still up to date with what’s going on here."

"Cool! Yeah maybe if I need some recommendations, I’ll ask you first!" I said and he nodded.

"I could take you on a little sightseeing tour?" he asked and as I wanted to say something Charles walked up to us.

"Hey, I was waiting for you." he said, ignoring Paul completely.

"Yeah, sorry, I was talking to Paul." I said and he turned a little, nodding at Paul, then turning back to me.

"Ready to leave?" he asked me then and I nodded.

"Yup. I see you tomorrow." I smiled at Paul and left.

"What?" I asked as Charles walked next to me, not saying anything, just looking grumpy.

"‘I could take you on a little sightseeing tour‘?" he imitated Paul and I rolled my eyes "Oh come on! If you tell me now that he’s just nice then you’re lying to yourself!"

"Charles…" I sighed.

"Cara mia, he asked you on a date! He is flirting!"

"He didn’t ask me for a date! He just wanted to show me around his hometown!"

"Yeah and just you… no one else from your team would get that special tour."

"Whatever."

"Okay, this is your last chance." Pete radioed.

"Copy."

One last lap. One last time fully focus. I crossed the finish line with a good feeling.

"Currently P3. Good job. We’re waiting for Charles, Max, Hamilton and Sainz."

"Valtteri?"

"P7 for now."

"Max P4. Hamilton P5. Your P3 is safe. Well done!"

"Awesome! Woohooo!"

I steered onto the pit lane, parked in the P3 spot and got out of the car, taking my helmet off after I hugged my team. After my weighing I put it down on the table when Charles drove up to me and when Carlos parked into the P1 spot my face fell for a second, but I recovered quickly, hoping no one and especially no camera captured it. I nodded to him when he passed me and he did the same. That was enough. Charles walked behind him to his team, shoulders tense. There was some trouble going on.

"Lizzie?" one of the F1 officials looked at me and gave me a microphone, pushing me towards my interview with Danica Patrick.

As soon as I was done I watched Charles interview and waited for him before we walked back to our garages.

"Did something happen with your teammate?" I asked him quietly in French and he shook his head.

"No, my last lap wasn’t good enough. And with the penalty I’ll start from P12. That sucks."

"Oh fuck! I forgot about the penalty! I’m so sorry! But hey, now I have the chance to overtake him at the start."

"Do that, but please, be careful… you and him. I don’t want a Ferrari or an Audi out of the race in lap 1." he cocked an eyebrow and I chuckled a little, when I noticed that Charles rolled his eyes, looking behind me. Paul. Waiting half way down the pit lane. Looking at me. Maybe Charles was right and he was flirting after all. I tried to pretend like I didn’t notice him and looked at Charles.

"I’ll try my best to avoid that. I promise!" I laughed and he squeezed my arm gently before he walked inside his garage and I made my way down the pit lane to my garage.

"P2 tomorrow! Good job!" Paul said when I passed him and I nodded.

"Yup. Sad for Charles tho." I said tight lipped.

"Well he’s a good enough driver to make up his positions during the race, right?" his tone a little mocking.

"He will, don’t worry." I walked a little faster and was glad when Felix approached me.

"That was a good last lap! Well done!" he hugged me and I smiled.

"Tried my best."

"P2, is a good position." he threw his arm around my shoulder and we walked inside, leaving Paul behind. I had to talk to him. But that had to wait. For now I would behave like always around him. Focus on the race ahead.

Charles POV:

I talked to Pierre, feeling the champagne seep through my fireproofs and race suit when I saw how Paul approached Lizzie. She didn’t seem to be as relaxed as she usually was around him and I wondered what had changed. Lizzie laughed about something he said, it wasn’t her usual laugh. It was more reserved, but that didn’t stop him from putting his hand on her back, like he wanted to stabilise her, as if she needed it. The way he looked at her, practically undressing her with his eyes made my blood boil. Over the last weeks he was getting way too close to her and I knew the look on his face all too well. Despite what Lizzie said, that he only was friendly and definitely not flirting, she was too naive to see it. And she definitely was too nice to tell him to fuck off. But I was getting more and more agitated by him.

"Mate, what are you staring at?" Pierre boxed my arm and I blinked, rubbing my arm glaring at him "What?"

"I hate that guy! Look at him! Look! He’s almost jumping her right there in front of everyone! He’s always all over her!" I gritted out between clenched teeth.

Pierre looked at where my eyes were still being glued to and chuckled.

"Are you jealous?" he said and I groaned.

"Are you for real? Look at him!" I said.

"I mean yeah, Lizzie is a stunning girl, of course he tries to shoot his shot… and you’re not official a couple so…" Pierre said as Lizzie and Paul disappeared into the hallway.

"About time that he finds out and learns to keep his hands away from my girl!" I spat out and stormed after them. I opened the door and entered the building, I could see Lizzie and Paul in front of me and walked faster.

"…and yeah about that, I mean, my offer still stands, I can give you a little sights-…" Paul began but I interrupted him.

"Here you are, baby. I was looking everywhere for you!" I said loudly, Lizzie and Paul flinching slightly, turning around. Three long strides and I stood next to them, grabbing Lizzie by the waist and pulling her in. Crashing my lips onto hers, kissing her fiercely, one hand still on her waist, pulling her body flush against mine, while the other hand grabbed the back of her neck, pushing her face even closer. As I let go of her she let out a ragged breath and I nipped at her bottom lip, pulling her tight to my side as I turned to Paul.

"Oh, hi! Sorry, I hope I didn’t interrupt anything?" I asked innocently, then I extended my hand, pretending to shake his "Hi, I’m Charles, I think we haven’t met yet?" I said as if I was really thinking about if I knew him or not.

"Yeah, I know who you are, we met before…" Paul stated, staring at my extended hand.

"Oh! Right! Patrick, right? Good to see you!" I said while Lizzie next to me still looked up, confused, but also slightly amused.

"Paul." he almost gritted it out and I slapped my forehead.

"Of course, Paul! Sorry mate! There are just so many of you mechanic guys! It gets quite confusing! I just wanted to say hi to my girl, and tell her that we’ll go out tonight, I reserved us a table at that barbecue restaurant. You know the one you sent me a link to! That’s perfect to celebrate my podium, no?" I kissed Lizzie again and when I pulled away I slapped her butt cheek, which made her squeak, her cheeks were turning pink "Alright, I leave you guys now to it. Baby girl, I’ll pick you up later on. Pat- no, Paul! See you around!" I clapped his shoulder and turned around, walking away, before I stopped again, turning around "Oh yeah, and before I forget it, would be cool if you could keep this to yourself, only a handful of people know about us. Thanks mate!" I grinned and walked out. Pierre waiting for me.

"Oh, I know that look… what did you do?" he asked and I shrugged my shoulders.

"Showed him who she belongs to…" I said and then I grimaced a little "Yeah okay, that sounds wrong af… cringe."

"Sounds like someone is a possessive, little shit." Pierre laughed, clapping my back.

"When it comes to her? Always!" I said and he shook his head.

"Figured that out a long time ago." he wiggled his eyebrows and walked away.

"What do you mean?" I asked him but he just waved me off "Come on, Gasly! What do you mean?"

Lizzie waited at my car, scrolling through her phone when she looked up.

"Oh baby, it’s you." she said mockingly and I grinned, opening the door for her, but she didn’t move "What? No kiss for me? Baby? Or a little slap on the butt? Are you into spanking, baby? I mean we can try if you wan-…"

"Okay, okay, okay! I got it! I was a little possessive and a little jerk… I know, okay? But I just couldn’t stand anymore how he was always looking at you! Touching you! Trying to make you laugh! I had to show him that he can take his flirt attempts and stick them far up his ass." I said and she laughed, biting her lip.

"I have to say…" she began, pushing herself off the car, leaning in, our lips almost touching, her eyes settling on my lips "It was kinda hot, how possessive you were… and that little spank?" she almost whispered, her hot breath fanning over my lips as she chuckled "Can’t say I didn’t like it…" she pulled back and got into the car, my face red and hot.. I closed her door and took a deep breath before I got in the car myself.

"You okay? You seem a little flustered?" she asked me, biting her lip and I groaned.

"You’re the worst, you know that?" I started the engine and she laughed, resting her hand on my thigh.

"Maybe… maybe not." she rubbed her palm over my jeans and the friction she created made it hard to concentrate "Seems like you’re having a little issue."

"No idea what you’re talking about…" I let out, catching my breath when her hand wandered upwards "Lizzie…"

"Charlie…" she said innocently.

"You better stop now. I would like for us to arrive at the hotel in one piece." I said through gritted teeth and she laughed again.

"Hmm… I’m perfectly fine, looks like an you problem to me."

"It turns into a you problem as soon as the door of our room is closed." I grabbed her hand before it made the deadly contact and kissed her knuckles.

"Oh? Is that a threat?" she challenged and I squeezed her hand.

"It’s a promise… baby."

Mexico was a whirlwind. I was constantly feeling like someone was following me. And it was true. The Netflix crew was following me. They filmed my arrival. Dinner with Joris, Dad, JK, Andrea and Charles. Media day. Friday and Saturday. How I FaceTimed with Mum and Liam before the race. My warm up session with JK. Everything. It felt like the only time I had for myself was when I put on my race suit or when I had to pee. Or when I specially asked them to give me some space.

"You look exhausted?" Charles asked, worry evident in his voice, when he stood next to me.

"I’m okay. I just didn’t thought it would be so much, with them following me literally everywhere. It’s a little weird." I sighed.

"It was kinda weird when I opened them the door this morning, that’s for sure." he said and I nodded.

"But I have some Netflix free moments now, so let’s enjoy it." I laughed a little and Charles smiled.

"Yeah. A whole minute of the anthem." he chuckled.

"I take every second I can get, thank you!" I whispered as the anthem began to play. I closed my eyes. Shutting everything out, only focusing on my breathing. A couple of moments just for myself.

"Alright, ready?" Dad asked when I came back from the anthem procedure.

"Yep." I nodded, taking a sip out of my bottle.

"Good luck out there, Lizzie." he side hugged me and gave me a kiss on the head.

"Thanks Pops." I smiled at him and together with JK and the Netflix crew I went to the grid, getting ready for the race. When I was strapped in and checked everything I signalled the all clear to Matt and he nodded. Formation lap and then I took one last deep breath.

Lights out and I pushed the throttle as fast and hard as I could. I steered around George in front of me, making one position up. As we turned into the first corner I braked later then Lando and overtook him as well. I saw the battle between Max and Charles in front, Carlos almost next to me. He fought me off as good as he could and our battle gave George the opportunity to overtake us both. I felt a slight bump and my car was swerving to the left.

"We touched." I radioed.

"No damage."

"Good."

The first 9 laps were a constant battle between George, Carlos and I. Always in each others DRS range, switching positions over and over. The battle ahead of us between Charles and Max looked the same. I managed to stay ahead of Carlos and George for the next lap, getting over a second between us.

"1.1 to George. Keep pushing."

"How far ahead is Max?"

"2.3. Charles 2.4."

"Alright."

I pushed as hard as possible, breaking later than ever before to close the gap to Max, right as I drove out of turn 6 I saw Charles and Max going wheel to wheel with Charles having the upper hand, I inwardly cheered a little, when out of the blue Charles car was spinning out of control, from that moment on everything seemed to go in slow motion, his car going hard over a kerb and the rear got lifted high up in the air, flipping the whole car in the process, as fast as the car was up in the air, it already was down, flipping over and over, thrashing over the grovel until it came, upside down, to an abrupt halt in the wall. That was when my heart skipped a beat. Everything going at a normal pace again. Charles car a red mess in the wall, debris flying around, a dust cloud around the accident site, where I breezed past. Looking over at Charles. I couldn’t see him, too much dust, the car being upside down, hanging partly in the wall. I saw the yellow flags being waved. And wondered why just yellow.

I drove straight to our garage, unbuckled my seatbelt, took out the steering wheel and leapt out of the car, on the screens all over the garage I saw replays of the crash, how Charles car flipped over and came to a halt in the wall.

"Did he say something now?" I asked Matt who only shook his head.

"I’m sorry Lizzie, but no. His engineer and Fred tried to reach him, but no response." he answered and I felt my heart clench. I took my helmet off and threw it on a table, then I grabbed the headset Matt handed me and watched the drama unfold in front of my eyes.

The crane turning the red car over carefully, setting it down, the marshals and medic team jumping in and working on Charles, who didn’t seem to move. I felt a hand on my shoulder and flinched.

"Lizzie, hey. It’s just me." Dad said and pulled me in his arms.

"Why isn’t he moving? And why didn’t he respond?" I whispered and he gently stroked my back.

"Let’s wait until he’s out of the car, okay?" he said and I nodded looking back on the screen, watching as an ambulance drove next to the the crash site. The marshals putting up a barrier out of sheets and I gulped. It was never a good sign when they won’t show what’s going on. I felt tears stinging my eyes. My breathing got shallow. I couldn’t lose him. Not after we finally found our way together. Not after the last months. No, I couldn’t lose him. Dad talked to me but I only heard it ringing in my ears.

"Can’t breathe." I choked out and Dad immediately jumped into action, pushing me down on a chair, JK next to me rubbing circles on my back, trying to soothe me. Julie standing on my other side with a bottle of water, waiting for Dad to come back with my inhalator. As he kneeled down in front of me, shaking it and shoving it into my mouth I tried to inhale but nothing happened. It was empty. I forgot to exchange it this morning.

"Fuck! Lizzie were is the spare one? Lizzie?! Come on! Where is it?" Dad asked and I tried to talk but couldn’t.

My lungs deflating, panic took over. The ringing in my ears got louder, my sight grew dim. Out of nowhere Andrea jumped next to Dad, handing him the inhalator Charles always kept in his backpack, and he shoved it right into my mouth and pushed the button down. I took a deep breath and felt how my lungs unfolded again. I closed my eyes for a second, but before Dad could push the button a second time I jumped up and walked over to the next screen, Charles on a stretcher, lifeless, one medic saying something to the other who checked Charles’ pulse. Then he shook his head. And my whole world began to crumble. Darkness surrounded me. Charles was gone. Dead. And right as I collapsed, the camera panned onto me, broadcasting my break down for the whole world to see.

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Chapter 27 - as a little New Years gift the new chapter a little earlier! Well… that just happened 🙈 but, what happens next?

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