#Ah the joys of jealousy

[romancemedia]

Azure and Sett get jealous seeing the other with Nina

[sleepylittlestarwrites]

♡ ∩_∩ („• ֊ •„)♡ ￣U U￣ ⤷ with that smirk still shining bright, xavier leans in close, breath hot against the shell of your ear as he whispers, “if you really consider yourself lumiere's biggest fan…” pulling back just enough to hold your eyes, his next words brush ghost-like across your parted lips: "then maybe it's time we put your devotion to the test…” ✰ pairing: xavier ⤷ fem!reader

✰ cw: mdni, graphic sexual content, loosely based on xavier's midnight whispers card, spoilers to twilight's dawn myth, oral (f&m receiving), marking (bites/bruises/hickeys), possessive behavior, no protection, teasing, overstim, evol used to restrain reader, edging, overstim, multiple orgasms, aftercare, angel/sweet girl/baby used

• my thoughts about this man are so out of control lately please send help 😩

• wc: 7.6k 🌸

• tags: @kodaswrld & @issysh3ll - as always; thank you for the dividers! :))

Xavier's jaw clenches tightly as he watches you paw through yet another delivery of Lumiere memorabilia, your face lit up with childlike glee. He’d vowed, years ago when he first shed this persona, that he’d never don it again. That a part of his life, crucial as it may have been, was best left in the past.

And yet here he is again… playing dress-up for the woman who owns his very being. Not out of some sense of nostalgia, but because seeing you happy matters more than his own stubborn pride.

But he’s practically frozen against the wall, his piercing gaze tracking your every movement as you lose yourself in his past persona, those delicate fingers skimming over plastic and plush, full pink lips forming soft ohs and ahs. Gods above… could anyone look more adorably enthusiastic?

Every genuine reaction makes some long-buried part of Xavier sit up and take notice. Love and resentment, joy and jealousy intertwine until he can barely tell them apart at all. He ends up having to look away, fighting hard to regain his usual composure as he fidgets with the Lumiere costume's too-tight collar, suddenly feeling very young and very unsure. As if the person he truly is, flaws and all, could never measure up to some polished version propped up on a pedestal.

The urge to call out, to demand your attention and adoration for the man standing right in front of you, is nearly overwhelming. But pride keeps him rooted in place, fists clenched at his sides. When he finally feels calm enough to speak, his tone comes out more juvenile than intended, petulant and insecure. 

“Is that seriously more interesting than me?” 

Great… now he sounds like a bratty teenager jealous of his own reflection. 

But Xavier just can’t seem to help it… A full-blown sulk begins to build, turning his features even younger-looking, almost boyish in their wounded vulnerability.

You saunter over to him with a knowing grin, a little Lumiere plushie tucked under your arm. “So cutee!" you tease gently before pressing the plushie right up against his face. “I'm really not sure which one I prefer—the brooding Deepspace Hunter or his gentle, dashing counterpart..." Your voice is coated in mirth, but genuine affection shines bright in your eyes. 

Xavier just stares down at you for several long seconds, pupils blown slightly with unexpected emotion, adam's apple bobbing as he swallows hard. Then, faster than you'd think possible, given the tight outfit, he plucks the plushie from your grasp and hurls it unceremoniously over his shoulder. Cerulean eyes bore into yours like laser-beams as he stalks towards you with slow, measured steps.

Your mischievous demeanor falters at the change in his own, and instinctively, you start to backpedal, your bare feet sliding across the hardwood floor. But your retreat is short-lived as your calves bump against the sofa's edge behind you.

In an instant, you find yourself effectively caged, trapped between the soft upholstery and Xavier's muscular body as he looms over you. Jealous energy vibrates off him in waves, but his eyes hold a playful glint, too, as if daring you to push this tantrum of his further. 

“So let me get this straight…" he murmurs, his soft voice seeping into your very bones. One hand comes up to cup your jaw, tilting your chin up to meet his smoldering gaze head-on. 

“Lumiere is gentle and dashing… and I’m… what?” Leaning in, he skims his mouth along the shell of your ear, warm breath sending shivers racing across your skin. “Harsh? cruel? … a beast barely restrained?" 

His teeth graze your pulse point, applying just enough pressure to hint at the wild animal lurking beneath the civilized facade. And in the next breath, he’s placing a butterfly-soft kiss on your lips, his touch lingering as if savoring the taste and feel of you. A slow smile curves his sinful mouth when he finally pulls back, just far enough for air. It sends butterflies fluttering wildly in your stomach as heat coils tightly in your lower belly. 

He cups your face tenderly with both hands now, the pad of his thumb tracing the curve of your bottom lip, tugging it down just slightly. Then, softly, so quiet you barely even catch it... “Who do you like more, me or Lumiere?”

A breathless giggle escapes your lips, the sound ringing clear and bright. Without hesitation, you press impossibly closer, every curve molding perfectly against the hard planes of his body. Your fingers come up to toy with the intricate design decorating his collar, tracing abstract patterns as you admire the work up close. 

“Who do I like more? Really Xay? That's like asking me to choose between two perfect halves of a whole!” you murmur dreamily, a coy smirk playing at the corners of your lips as you boop his nose. "Lumiere and Xavier are two incredible men rolled into one stunning package… how could I possibly pick?"

Xavier just narrows his eyes, a silent warning flickering in those piercing blue depths as he watches you. He allows your slender fingers to thread through his silvery locks, gently kneading his scalp as you nuzzle your cheek affectionately against his own. 

“Besides… isn't praising Lumiere just another way to sing your praises? I adore everything about you… every part. The brave hero, the incredible hunter, the devoted lover..." you purr, your lips brushing maddeningly close to his ear. “and right now, I'm especially loving this side of you… the adorably flustered man I get to tease mercilessly.” 

At your words, a flash of irritation and flustered embarrassment passes over Xavier's features. His brow furrows, creating adorable creases as he fixes you with a sharp, pouty glare. But the effect is somewhat ruined by the deepening blush on his ears, spreading prettily down to his cheekbones. 

That red-faced expression only spurs on your giggles, nails lightly scraping against his scalp as you pepper feather-light kisses along his jawline.

“But I have to admit, dummies who get jealous and sulk like this... well, they just happen to be my absolute favorite,” you finish with a tender smile.

As you pull him close, tucking his face into the crook of your neck and stroking his silvery hair, Xavier remains still for a long moment. Then slowly, hesitantly, he curls his arms around your waist and holds you tight. He buries his face in the softness of your hair, breathing in the comforting scent of your perfume. And when he finally lifts his head, the frustrated lines etched into his face are gone, replaced by an expression of pure, radiant joy. 

“I guess even dummies can get lucky sometimes," he murmurs, voice thick with emotion. 

At first, his kiss is gentle, almost reverent, like he's worshipping your lips with his own… But as he loses himself in the taste and feel of you, passion begins igniting in his veins. One large hand cradles the back of your head, fingers tangling in the silky strands as he angles your face to deepen the kiss. His tongue delves past your parted lips, stroking along yours in a dance that leaves you breathless.

As the pressure of his lips against yours builds, the hand on your upper back slides lower, gripping your hip hard enough to bruise as he rocks subtly against you. It’s a long while before he breaks away with a quiet groan to press a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down the column of your throat. Sucking lightly on your pulse point, he pauses to savor the way it flutters wildly beneath his lips. 

“Tell me again…" he murmurs against your hammering heartbeat, nipping sharply before soothing the sting with a flick of tongue. Xavier seems to be drinking in every minute reaction, memorizing the flush of your cheeks, the space between your parted lips, the desperate arch of your back. “Tell me I'm your favorite… that I’m the only one who can make you feel this good.”

As you pant softly, he takes advantage of your parted thighs to press closer, letting you feel the thick ridge of his cock nestled against your most sensitive spot. One calloused palm slides down to grip your ass, kneading gently as he uses the leverage to increase the pressure and depth of his thrusts. 

A choked moan slips past your lips, the damp patch on your panties growing with each delicious roll of his hips. Your fingers fist in his jacket, nails digging into the fabric as you cling to him desperately. “You're my favorite, Xavier! There’s no one else for me, only you…”  

The words tumble from you in a heated rush before his lips capture yours again, swallowing the rest of your declaration. There's no mask up, not right now, only raw Xavier laid bare before you. He tastes of need and adoration, all bottled up with that pinch of jealousy that only makes you fall harder.

Slowly, reluctantly, he pulls back, a string of saliva briefly connecting your mouths before snapping apart. For a moment, he simply takes in the sight of you—flushed cheeks, kiss-swollen lips, hair mussed from his questing fingers. Then his gaze zeroes in on the form-fitting bodice of your costume, stretched over your heaving breasts. 

With a low hum of approval, he’s reaching out and gripping the hem of the jacket, the same white and blue as his own. And in one fluid motion, he yanks it down, freeing the plush swells from their confines. He drinks you in like a man starved before dipping his head to trail open-mouthed kisses along the elegant line of your collarbone, teeth grazing lightly over your racing pulse again. 

“Much better,” he murmurs, thumbs circling the undersides of your breasts as he helps ease the top down a little further. The cool air of the room pebbles your nipples, drawing a full-body shiver from you. “I guess these ridiculous costumes aren't entirely without merit after all…”

You whimper quietly, squirming in place as he starts up with his teasing, aching for his direct touch. Leaning in, he drags his tongue along the curve where your neck meets your shoulder, tasting the salt of your skin. Teeth nip lightly before he soothes the sting with a balm of lips and tongue. All the while, his hands map every dip and swell of your breasts… except the throbbing buds crying out for attention.

“So responsive for me already…” The vibrations of his soft voice send tingles across your bared skin. "You want this so much… want me. I can see it in the pretty flush of your skin, hear it in the needy little sounds you make…”

Desperately, you arch into his teasing touches, presenting yourself to him like a cat in heat seeking attention. “You're so mean, Xavier! Why do you always have to do this…" The breathy accusation falls from your kiss-bruised lips, but even as the words leave you, you're pressing closer, always craving more. 

Ignoring the blatant arch of your body, Xavier continues on. His gentle grip shifts you so you're bathed in the comfortable glow of the nearby lamp, and with a soft laugh that fills the room, he begins peppering little kisses and hugging you close, simply enjoying the warmth of your embrace.

The breath hitches in your lungs as you feel his mouth hot against your breasts next, nibbling and suckling a path around the sides, leaving a littering of love bites in its wake. Each draw and tug of his lips sends a jolt straight to your center. Moisture pools between your thighs as he drives you mad with desire, still skipping over the spots most in need.

Desperate and whimpering, you try weaving your fingers into his silky hair, seeking control, pushing his head down further. 

“Please…” escapes your lips unbidden, coated in frustration and longing, “I’m really really sorry about the Lumiere stuff, Xavier… just please, stop teasing me…”

Finally tearing his mouth away from your heated skin with a wet pop, Xavier tilts his head back to meet your pleading gaze. His lips are pink and glossy, silver hair sticking up in different directions from your desperate clutching, eyes burning with the force of his own barely leashed hunger.

“How am I supposed to resist teasing you when you look at me like that?" His voice is a low rasp, roughened with arousal. “So cute and begging so nicely…”

But, your desperate pleas fortunately seem to undo the last threads of his control. He captures your nipple between his lips, suckling greedily. His mouth is molten, setting nerve endings alight as he tongues the stiff peak, licking and lapping endlessly as if your nipple is the sweetest treat. Occasionally, he grazes the bud with his teeth, worrying the sensitive flesh before retreating, only to return for more. All this as he looks up at you through those long lashes.

“Like this, angel?” Wrapping his hand around your neglected breast, he plucks at the nipple, rolling and pinching until you wiggle and whine, overwhelmed by sensation.

“Yes! Yes, just like that please don't stop..." Pleas dissolve into incoherent mewls of bliss as your body sings with the pleasure only he can conjure.

Suddenly, cool air kisses your spit-shined buds as Xavier leans back slightly, breaking contact. But before you can wallow for long, he plucks sharply at your left nipple, fingers capturing and giving a teasing pull. 

"So..." Dragging the word out curiously, he props up on his elbow beside you, absently tracing random patterns along your collarbone and shoulder, a blatant distraction tactic judging by the smug curl of his grin. 

Your dazed eyes narrow at him suspiciously, immediately catching that all-too-familiar glint of mischief lurking in his features. You've been with this man long enough to recognize the warning signs—a playful quirk of his lips, the idly roaming fingers dancing across your skin. It spells trouble.

“... ‘so’ what?”

With that infuriatingly attractive smirk still shining bright, Xavier leans in close, breath hot against the shell of your ear as he whispers, “If you really consider yourself Lumiere's biggest fan…”

Pulling back just enough to hold your eyes, his next words brush ghost-like across your parted lips: "then maybe it's time we put your devotion to the test…”

Leaning over without breaking eye contact, long fingers brush against yours as he plucks the shimmering Lumiere mask from beside you both with practiced ease. The sleek material cups effortlessly over eyes, hiding half his face in shadow. His pale hair falls artfully around the silver, contrasting beautifully with his those cerulean orbs.

Your heart pounds frantically against your ribcage, palms growing slick as your mind races along with your slack-jawed shock. This has to be some sort of trick… right?

Seeing the intent smoldering in those blue depths, you realize it isn't. But wide eyes still search Xavier’s face warily, the question dropping from your lips before your brain can censor it: "Is… is this a trick?”

Moving with feline grace, Xavier slowly pushes himself up to standing, eyes continuing to hold yours. Bathed in the lamp's warm glow, he looks every inch the storybook hero. But the heated gleam in his gaze and the set of his jaw promise a passion far beyond any g-rated adventure.

Fingers hook into the waistband of his fitted slacks as he gradually lowers the zipper in a tantalizing descent. Breath held in anticipation, your focus narrows to the widening slit of fabric. With agonizing slowness, he parts the material further until his hardened length springs free, proud and pulsing.

“Are you going to try and pretend this isn’t what you’ve always wanted?” he murmurs, his soft voice sending delicious shivers down your spine. “To be taken by Lumiere himself, to fulfill that secret fantasy…”

“...I… y-yes. I mean, I… guess so…” Your breathing grows ragged, a rosy flush spreading from the tops of your cheekbones as reality crystallizes. This truly is happening… you, wide-eyed in rapt awe, as the literal stuff of your fantasies comes to vivid life before you.

“That's my girl." The words are like silk sliding over your oversensitized nerves, setting every cell alight. A single step brings Xavier close enough that the heat of his body wraps around you like a lover's caress.

Tendrils of Light begin to coalesce in the space between you, glowing with an ethereal softness. A strangled moan punches out of your chest as they paint an intricate latticework across your flushed skin, igniting phantom sensations with each trailing brush and stroke. Hypnotized, you watch their mesmerizing dance, scarcely daring to breathe lest the spell shatter. The light pulses brighter, almost in tandem with the rapid thrum of your heartbeat, visible through the gossamer strands artfully webbed around the swell of your breasts.

The trance shatters as your chin is gripped gently, head tilted back to meet a blue stare smoldering with desire hotter than any cosmic flame. Precum beads at the flushed head of his cock mere centimeters from your face, a pearly droplet teetering precariously at the slit. Acting purely on instinct, you flick your tongue out, chasing the bead with the tip and savoring the salty tang bursting across taste buds starved for his flavor. 

“Just like that, sweet girl... clean every drop for me," Xavier murmurs as your tongue swipes over the drooling crown again, smearing it against your parted lips until they glisten obscenely with the evidence of his arousal. The tendrils constrict almost imperceptibly, squeezing a little whimper from your throat.

“Open up for me… want to fill this pretty mouth..." The tip nudges insistently at your bottom lip, and you part them obediently on a shuddery exhale. The head slides in easily, but no sooner have you adjusted to the heavy weight than he’s surging forward, invading the velvety softness of your mouth.

Your eyes flicker up to meet his gaze, watery and unfocused, straining to remain open as you relax your jaw to accommodate his girth stretching you wide. He sets a slow, deliberate rhythm—not punishing or brutal, but assertive and deep. Gentle thrusts that still manage to brush the back of your throat with each roll of his hips.

“Shh, it’s okay... breathe through your nose. You're being such a good girl for me, you know that? taking me so well.” 

Gentle hands cup your face reverently as he glides deeper, thumbs brushing over tear-streaked cheeks soothingly. Pulling nearly all the way out leaves you gasping before sinking back to the hilt, the thick shape of him pulsing heavily on your tongue. Over and over, he sets this sensual pace, talking quietly between each plunging roll of his hips.

“Gonna mark up this pretty throat next... make sure everyone can see who you belong to...”

Angling your head slightly to one side, he increases the depth and speed just a touch. Breath saws ragged in your nostrils as you focus intently on maintaining relaxed suction, tongue dragging lovingly along every thick vein and ridge. Glowing tendrils continue to wind across your chest and breasts, tightening as your body writhes from his touches.

“So beautiful like this... Look at these perfect tits, just glowing and bouncing…”

The erotic view proves too tempting to resist. Xavier’s free hand darts out to roughly palm one breast, thumb strumming rapidly over the pebbled peak as he hilts inside your stretched lips with a guttural groan. Pleasure zings through you from breast to core as he alternates strokes and squeezes in time with shallow thrusts.

The silhouette of the Lumiere mask, all shiny and silver against the dim lighting, accentuates his striking features. Watching him manipulate your face like a toy in that costume nearly shatters the little composure you have left. Each low groan sends streaks of heat coursing through you and leaves hearts in your eyes when they lift to meet his own.

Those hooded orbs explore Xavier as he is in this very moment: bulging muscles underneath perfectly tailored clothing that contours every inch of him with perfection... The play of desire on his face and that touch of wickedness he hides away, peeking out when he smirks down at you…

And the sight of your glossy pink lips stretched obscenely around him, eyes glazed with desperate desire locking onto his...

It's enough to unravel the last threads of Xavier’s own restraint. 

The Lumiere mask reflects your flushed features below him as he tightens his grip, fingers knotting almost violently into your hair as his pace becomes erratic, the rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh echoing in the otherwise silent room. Drool spills from stretched, bruised lips with each vicious snap of hips ramming deep, the obscene squelch of fluids filling your mouth proof of what you do to him.

“This is where you were meant to be... Lumiere's pretty little angel, choking herself on my cock.”

Panting harshly through flared nostrils, you brace trembling hands on his thighs, seeking grounding as he hilts inside to the root with one final ruthless snap. Ecstasy contorts the beautiful features behind the mask, eyes crossing briefly as his cock pulses and jumps erratically along your tongue. At last, he tenses, head thrown back in rapture, shaft swelling before erupting directly down your spasming throat in thick spurts.

Muscles flutter desperately, trying to milk him for every drop. Through the hazy pleasure of it all, you feel the constricting coils of light loosen their grip one by one before dissipating entirely into glittering specks in the air around you both. In the next instant, he's pulling out to let the last few ropey strands paint glossy lines over your puffy lips and heaving tits.

He doesn't give you even a second to catch your breath before strong hands yank you upright, lips crashing together in a filthy kiss as you practically melt into him. Then he’s scooping under your thighs and back, lifting you effortlessly into a cradling hold that leaves you feeling impossibly cherished.

Instinctively, you wind your arms around his shoulders, holding on as the room tilts around you. Taking advantage of the access granted to his neck, you pepper the sensitive skin below his ear with feathery-light kisses, nose nuzzling into the crook. Hums of satisfaction vibrate against his racing heartbeat as you lap at the salty skin with little kitten licks and grazing nibbles, savoring his addictive flavor. 

Each steady footfall carries you towards the plush expanse of the bed. Fingertips stroke soothing patterns over the dip of your lower back, the contact shooting shivery tingles through every nerve ending. “Almost there," he murmurs soothingly when a small, needy whimper escapes you.

Tenderly setting you amidst a tangle of sheets in rich purples and golds, the bedding pools like liquid stardust around your form. Sitting back on his heels, Xavier’s heated gaze rakes appreciatively over your disheveled state—cheeks flushed, lips deliciously swollen, chest heaving with quickening breaths… A single long finger traces the elegant line of your collarbone before continuing its journey downward, skimming over rapidly beating pulse points.

“I want..." His quiet, soothing tone wraps around you like a caress. “Want to worship every. single. inch.”

Large palms settle at your hip bones almost innocently, fingertips playing idly with the gleaming gold buttons dotting the front of your costume. They work the remaining fastenings open torturously slow, voice a reverent murmur in the scant inches between you. “So achingly perfect…”

Continuing this methodical disrobing like unwrapping the finest gift, he eases fabric lower, leaving small fires in its wake. 

He lets his fingers linger as he reveals each new expanse of skin, savoring every touch as he bares you little by little. Your breath hitches and releases in shallow puffs, back arching reflexively to offer more of yourself. When, at last, the garments puddle at your waist, riveted eyes track hungrily over the swell of breasts tipped with rosy peaks swollen and raw from his touch. 

They pause to linger on the pretty column of your neck, the graceful line of collarbones and your belly rising and falling with quickened breaths. That wandering fingertip blazes trails of tingles down each curve and dip like he’s reading Braille. But Xavier holds himself in check, not touching where you need it most...not yet.

Icy-blue irises laser-focus on the scrap of lace hugging your hips in the exact same shade. Desire swells like honey pouring through his veins when those hips twitch restlessly, silently begging him for more. 

The bed creaks softly beneath his weight as he leans in closer, thumb gently tracing the apple of your cheek before cupping the whole side of your face, voice soft and barely there. "I still don’t feel like I deserve you. I don’t know if I ever will, but… I'll worship you until the very stars burn out."

Just as the words are perched on your tongue, preparing to tumble out like the most earnest prayer— "Of-of course you—MPH!" Your fervent protest transforms into an answering moan garbled by the sudden crash of Xavier’s lips against your own.

Large hands map every curve feverishly as the kiss turns hungry, dominant, tongue delving past parted lips to stroke along yours as if learning the tastes and textures of your mouth for the very first time. Thumbs sweep reverently over arches of brows as he pours every ounce of emotion into the clash of mouths and teeth and swirl of tongues.

Breaking the kiss slowly, tenderly, his breath mingles with your own heated exhales, fanning across your slick, tingly lips. Light starts to peek out from his palms as he pulls back, drinking in the sight of your disheveled form sprawled across the mattress. 

Those glowing white tendrils, soft as silk yet impossibly strong, begin to coil slowly across the bed to gather around small wrists. With careful precision, they loop and twist, easily sliding along sweaty skin until finally binding the delicate bones snugly above your head.  An appreciative sigh leaves you, already drunk on sensations real and ethereal, dancing across your sensitive skin.

As the coils come for your legs, you instinctively make to move closer to them, but Xavier is faster... Before you can react, his Light winds smoothly around your ankles, the coolness causing you to shiver slightly. Up and up it climbs, curling and twisting, creating intricate knots as it progresses. 

“Need better access." Xavier's soft voice rings out, holding a hint of playfulness as he slowly, expertly binds each leg separately. Gossamer tendrils slither from ankles to thighs, pulling them back towards your chest.

In the end, you're spread open before him, knees bent with feet flat to the mattress, completely accessible for his viewing pleasure. The bindings allow no shame or modesty, all soft folds laid bare, just inches from the edge of the bed.

You can practically see light dancing in Xavier's eyes as he steps back up beside you, fingers trailing whisper-soft over exposed skin, mapping every curve without actually touching you.

Until: “Now about this pretty little neck..." Large hands frame the area in question, thumbs stroking up and down the sides reverently. Then his hot breath is scorching across the column of your throat as fingers skim the outsides of your bound arms before hovering over your rapid pulse. Goosebumps rise in the wake of the ghostly touches, your body desperately craving more contact. Nipping sucks start to follow tender kisses that feel like starlight trailing over your skin until your cries become muffled by his own needy groans.

Dizzy, lightheaded with pleasure and the fog of sheer want, you can only whimper when he pauses suddenly, dragging open-mouth kisses over sweat-slick collarbones. “Hurts, hurts so good…”

"I know it does," he whispers brokenly, blue eyes boring into yours, darkened to pools of near ink with barely restrained hunger. "It hurts like hell every time… the needing, aching... this desperation consumes me."

When probing fingers reach the apex of your thighs, your breath stutters audibly, back trying to bow in a futile search for more. You find none though as calloused pads hover mere millimeters above your swollen clit, flirting with the aching bud while you squirm within the confines of the ethereal bonds.

“Shh, it’s okay…” That low rasp soothes even as his fingertips press harder, pinching lightly and rolling with the most perfect pressure. “I’ve got you, I promise.”

Xavier watches, mesmerized, as your body responds intensely to each touch—the pink petals of your sex swelling further, glistening wetly as arousal collects in the small slit and trickles down quivering inner thighs. It's enrapturing—the way your breath comes faster and more frantic, punctuated by helpless mewls of need meant only for him. 

He repeats the motions, varying the rhythm and pressure like an instrument under his fingers—a maestro coaxing the symphony of your responses.

Obliterated by sensation, every nerve alight and sizzling, you tremble on the razor's edge of overstimulation—body wound tighter than a coiled spring ready to snap. But then your focus zeroes in on Xavier as he leans in, head of shining hair dipping between your splayed thighs… The world whittles down to nothing but the teasing of hot breath over sensitive skin and the first long, languid lick through weeping folds that wrenches an unhinged scream from your throat.

Spluttered prayers and breathless moans intermingle, turning filthy and wanton—"oh god oh fuck yes! just like that baby I'm—AHHH!!"  They build steadily as he eats you out with clear relish, pretty eyes peering up through dark lashes, heavy with sinful intent. That wickedly talented tongue laps and thrusts, delving deeply as he swallows every overflow of arousal with shameless enjoyment.

But it's the erotic visual he presents that really sends you flying—that perfect porcelain profile silhouetted by gentle lights, sculptural features set in intense concentration as he services you so thoroughly beneath the Lumiere mask.

Your head thrashes mindlessly against the pillow, spine arching as he plunges mercilessly inside tight, fluttering walls. Soft mewls transform into choked sobs of bliss as he fucks you with his entire mouth, the obscene sounds filling your ears and driving you mad. Each flick and thrust winds you tighter and tighter until you're certain you'll break apart.

But just as the tell-tale tension begins to coil and spark urgently in your lower belly, signaling your impending release—Xavier pulls away abruptly. Disoriented, body shuddering and craving his touch, your hooded gaze locks onto him, silently begging for more.

A smirk curves plush lips as his gaze rakes hungrily over your disheveled form—glazed eyes, heaving chest, thighs trembling and glossed with evidence of his attentions. Instinctively, you try to surge forward only to remember your bonds, the ethereal bindings the only thing keeping you anchored to the bed rather than throwing yourself wantonly at him.

“Please, Xavier…” The plea falls from your lips like honey—rich, sweet, and utterly debauched. "I need you... please… no more waiting today!”

A strangled gasp escapes you as the head of his cock nudges insistently at your dripping entrance. Melted blue irises collide with your own wild gaze, both blazing with lust. 

“I can't wait today either… but I want to feel you cum around me,” Xavier murmurs, the raw admission sending liquid heat flooding your core. He lines up, rubbing the broad head through your slick folds to coat himself in your copious arousal. The added glide makes every brush against your swollen bud positively electric.

An erratic burst of sparks ignites along every nerve as you feel him start to push in with agonizing control. You throw your head back with a guttural moan, vision tunneling, seeing stars. The exquisite burn as he stretches you open borders on too much… teetering that sharp edge between pleasurable and delicious discomfort.

"F-fuuuck……" the breath leaves you on a groan as he hilts in one smooth stroke, burying himself to the root inside tight, silken heat that grips him like a vice.

His palms grip your hips bruisingly, blunt nails digging into tender flesh as he stills, allowing you to adjust to the intrusion. His forehead comes to rest against yours, eyes alight with adoration as they drink in the rapturous expression playing out across your face.

You're able to wiggle and press close enough for your soft breasts to flatten against his chest so you can capture his lips with your own, exploring his mouth with tender lips and twining tongues. When you finally break for air several long moments later, you murmur breathlessly, “You… you feel incredible inside me… so big and hard… stretching me so perfectly...”

Panting heavily, you start to truly put up a struggle in your restraints, desperate to wrap your limbs around Xavier, to draw him impossibly closer. Bound hands ball into fists, tugging helplessly at the luminescent cords. 

As if sensing your urgency, the light unravels and dissipates into those pretty shimmering specks, freeing you from its luminous confines.

“I need your hands on me... please..." Xavier rasps, fingers threading through your hair as he holds you close, cradling the back of your head tenderly. He rolls his hips slowly, starting a deep, sensual rhythm that has your eyes rolling back.

Your arms come up instinctively, slender fingers threading through the silky strands of his own silvery locks.

"I missed touching you," you confess softly, the whispered words brushing against his ear as your thumbs caress his jawline reverently. "Missed feeling your skin..."

His eyes flare with emotion at the declaration, vulnerability flashing in their depths before lust rapidly eclipses all else. He lets them shut slowly, melting into your touch as your fingertips trace the angular planes of his face—skimming over his high cheekbones, the slope of his nose, the stubborn set of his jaw.

Beautiful doesn't even begin to cover it… otherworldly perfection seems a far better descriptor. As if he was carved by the hand of a master artist who poured an immense amount of skill and care into each plane and angle. 

“I really like it when you look at me like that,” Xavier admits, one hand coming up to cup your own cheek, thumb sweeping tenderly over the flushed apple.

The intimate caress combined with the softness of his voice sends pleasant shivers racing down your spine. Tilting your head further into the touch, eyelids fluttering, you nuzzle against his palm like an affectionate kitten seeking more pets.

Xavier leans in with the sweetest smile, forehead resting against yours again as delicate fingertips skim lightly up your arm.

"Do you have any idea what you do to me?" His words are rushed and urgent, almost desperate. 

Blushing beneath the open adoration shining clearly in those celestial blue eyes, you bite your lip shyly as your heartbeat thunders in your ears. 

"I- like in a good way?" your tentative question emerges, voice breathier than usual, roughened by emotion and barely restrained desire.

"A very good way," he assures swiftly, firmly, the conviction brooking no argument. His hands map the delicate curve of your face with aching tenderness, committing every feature to memory through touch alone. “It’s the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt…”

Those palms sweep lower to explore the elegant column of your marked-up neck before slowly sliding over collarbones to wrap around the sides of your ribcage. 

"It's just that... I have trouble keeping my hands off you sometimes…"

"Then don’t." Your slender fingers lace behind his neck, nails lightly scraping against nape hairs as you anchor yourself firmly. “Don't ever stop touching me, Xavier," you continue fervently, a deep blush staining your cheeks as your gaze remains locked unwaveringly on his. "I never want your hands off my body..."

An easy, genuinely happy smile unfurls across Xavier's face at your impassioned plea, his eyes crinkling adorably at the corners. 

“Never ever…?”

Right as his questing hands make contact with the swells of your breast, you gasp sharply at that single, possessive squeeze. Quick as a snake strike, Xavier dips his head, tongue sneaking out to lap at the puffy skin before heat envelops the sensitive bud completely. 

He swirls, suckles, lightly grazes teeth, teasing the captive peak ruthlessly as fingers mold and pluck at the neglected twin. “You fit in my hands like you were made to fill them. As if you were crafted by fate herself just for me..." 

Your trembling hands make contact with the edge of the delicate mask covering the upper half of his face, and with a muffled groan, you grip the satin ties and yank sharply. Delicate knots give way to your desperate strength, and the ornate accessory tumbles carelessly to the floor beside the bed.

Nails dig crescent indents into the bunched fabric of his elaborate jacket next, trying to peel it away from his body. "Please, I want... I NEED you, Xavier… Only ever you." The broken confession escapes as your body writhes urgently against his, legs wrapping tighter around his hips.

In stunned disbelief, Xavier goes completely still inside you, the breath seemingly frozen in his lungs as your fervent declaration crashes over him. Seconds tick by before a joyful smile begins spreading slowly across his face.

"It's settled then," he says softly, the words low and full of barely restrained elation, blue eyes shining with warmth as he gazes down at you. "Just you and me, always and forever."

One large hand cradles your head like the most precious treasure, thumb delicately tracing the curve of your cheekbone and jawline. With the other set of fingers, he begins methodically undoing the fastenings of his jacket with steady motions that hide the excited tremor beneath the surface. Only when he absolutely has to does he pull away, leaving lingering traces of slickness on your inner thighs.

He shrugs the garment off slowly, revealing a pristine white dress shirt underneath. The crisp cotton does little to conceal the muscular expanse, each movement accentuating the defined ridges and planes of his abdomen.

Holding your gaze prisoner in those mesmerizing pools of cerulean blue, he begins popping open each fastening, baring more skin one by one. And, as if in a trance, you watch transfixed, gaze shamelessly devouring every inch. 

Finally the shirt slips off completely, and gravity pulls it down strong arms before letting it puddle on the plush carpet below, pants following soon after. The words 'God-like' and 'Adonis' spring easily to mind...

Xavier takes swift advantage of your stunned silence. Hands find your wrists, lifting your arms above your head to pin them to the mattress as he settles his full weight back over you. Hot, open-mouthed kisses blaze a fiery trail down the column of your throat, deliberately grazing pulse points until he reaches the valley between quivering breasts.

A strangled moan spills from your parted lips as Xavier notches the thick head of his cock against your entrance once more. The tip catches on your rim before slowly sinking in to the hilt with a drawn-out groan.

"Ungh fff... s-so b-big," you whimper, inner walls fluttering weakly around the invading girth stretching you so deliciously.

"I know baby, take it for me," Xavier murmurs, voice strained with barely controlled hunger. One hand snakes under the curve of your knee, hauling your leg higher and forcing you open wider.

Each measured slide out causes your pussy to clench desperately, reluctant to let the hard heat go. But he pushes back in relentlessly, stoking the flames within your core to searing new heights with deep, forceful snap. Wet schlicks and muted grunts echo obscenely through the suite each time he bottoms out. Your back starts aching sharply as shockwaves of pleasure crash over you.

"Yes! Ahhh yes, right there!" the cry tears from your throat on an ecstatic sob.

“Oh god… getting so tight…" Xavier groans helplessly, drinking in the erotic symphony of your cries as he thrusts hard enough to rattle the headboard against the wall.

Determined fingers work feverishly between your thighs, thumb flicking circles against your swollen clit in time to the relentless piston of his hips. Each plunge batters you open wider, dragging along your sensitive front wall until sparks burst behind closed eyelids.

With a sharp snap, he angles just so, grinding deliberately against that magic bundle of nerves nestled deep. Pleasure blooms molten hot and electrifying as another bone-jarring climax slams into you.

"That's my girl… cum on my cock," Xavier commands breathlessly, his own release drawing his balls up tight to his body. Beads of sweat trickle between sculpted muscles straining with each thrust as he chases his high. He relentlessly fucks you through aftershocks, pushing in and pulling out, over and over with increasing urgency, and soon he matches your moans echoing through the room. 

Your world narrows down to the exquisite sensation where you're joined, to the feel of silk sheets beneath you. It’s like every move he makes ignites nerve endings, pushing you rapidly towards yet another crest…

"Shh, I've got you. Just one more for me, okay?" his words flow over you soothingly as large palms caress your shaking limbs, easing you through the tremors wracking your frame.

Burying his face in the crook of your neck, Xavier sucks harshly at the tender skin there, making intense heat build rapidly beneath your navel again as you spasm wildly around his thickness.

"I'm getting close," he grits out between clenched teeth, hips snapping erratically as his control hangs on by a mere thread. Fingernails bite crescent moons into the meat of your ass as he yanks you into each jarring thrust.

Unable to formulate any response beyond keening whines and incoherent pleas, you simply surrender yourself to the storm of sensation engulfing you. 

Writhing beneath him, sweat-slicked thighs tremble as a particularly devastating roll of his pelvis grinds against that swollen knot of nerve endings dead center in your spasming cunt. The dual stimulation proves to be your complete undoing.

"Yes! Ohhh yes, Xavier!" Your scream rips from a raw throat as the most intense climax yet washes over you. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes violently against your senses, dragging you under its surf without mercy.

Gritting out a hoarse shout, Xavier hilts himself to the absolute base with one final, shuddering grind. Then thick ropes of his hot cum paint your clenching walls in long spurts, each pump seeming to pull another answering ripple from your thrashing body. His hands fist almost painfully in your hair, keeping your glassy gaze pinned to his.

Eventually, the last weak pulses taper off into lazy flutters and he collapses against you, breathing ragged as you both struggle to catch your breath. It takes a while before trembling arms can shift slightly to ease some pressure, the new angle allowing his gaze to trace lovingly over your features.

"My beautiful girl..." Palming your face, thumbs carefully brush away the tears of overwhelming ecstasy trailing paths along your flushed cheeks. Tender presses of lips chase away the remaining stray droplets, the gesture speaking of intimacy on a soul-deep level.

Xavier reluctantly detaches at last and reaches for a nearby washcloth. Soaking the fabric with soothing aloe vera, he carefully dabs and strokes it along your sweat-glazed skin, being sure to tend to your trembling thighs one-by-one with dedicated focus. 

Carefully parting your folds, he rinses away the copious amounts of your mingled fluids with feather-light touches until even the faintest aftershocks subside and your abused body starts relaxing.

Then he collects you in his arms and shifts until he's laid back against the pillows, holding you tucked securely against his chest.

Long limbs twine around yours, spooning you in a protective cocoon from behind. One large palm fans out over your ribcage, resting directly above where your heartbeat thrums sluggishly in the aftermath. The other comes up to stroke gently through tangled locks, nimble fingers working out snarls with surprising patience.

Tilting your head, you find yourself ensnared once again by that unfathomably earnest azure stare. The emotion burning in its depths makes your chest constrict painfully even as warmth floods through your veins. Slowly, reverently, Xavier's hand slides from your hair to cup your jawline. Calloused pads of fingers trace along the underside just barely, savoring every inch of flushed, fevered skin.

“This right here... having you in my arms, the trust you constantly put in me… means everything to me. More than I can adequately express," His voice comes out rough with emotion, dripping sincerity as he peppers tender kisses along your shoulder. "But the way you love all of me unconditionally? Even the parts I struggle to accept myself... you take it all in stride and adore it completely... It’s the most precious gift you could possibly give me."

A bright, adoring smile graces your lips despite the overwhelming emotion suddenly clogging your throat. Turning his palm upward, you lace your fingers through his much larger ones, squeezing gently.

"All of you, flaws and perfect bits alike—there isn't a single part of you I don't cherish."

The breathless words carry unshakable devotion as a pretty blush stains your cheeks pink, heart swelling almost painfully in your chest. It's a feeling akin to falling—exhilarating but also terrifying because you know he’s the only person who can catch you. 

As your breathing finally evens out, drifting closer to the hazy edge of slumber, Xavier nuzzles further into your neck. Warm breath ghosts goosebumps across your sensitive skin as he releases a heavy, sleep-laden sigh.

"I love you too… so much,” he mumbles adorably, each word slurring slightly with encroaching unconsciousness.  Strong arms tighten imperceptibly around your waist, tugging you flush against his front.

Then, a fuzzy yawn takes hold as he blinks heavily like he’s trying to fight the overwhelming rise of fatigue. Long lashes flutter shut briefly before cracking open one last time to meet your own dozy gaze. 

"We'll take a nice looong nap..." Xavier trails off, blue irises glazing over as his mind starts to wander, already halfway checked out. "...and later I'll worship this gorgeous body alll over again..."

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See you on the podium, sweetie!

*pairing: Lee Heeseung F1 Ferrari driver x PR

*trope: only one bed-bad boy Heeseung?

*driver: Lee Heeseung=Charles Leclerc

*synopsis: Being the PR of Ferrari has always been one of your biggest dreams but you would never have expected to find yourself working with Lee Heeseung, the representation of the driver that no sports PR would want to have: flirts with all the girls, is always paparazzato to parties around the world from MonteCarlo to Bali, breaks the heart of his fans miliary both because it is really beautiful and knows that he is but also for his aura untouchable because he is the chosen in house Ferrari. But there is a secret that is coming more and more to the surface, he can't sleep peacefully for months now both because of the countless haters he has in social media but also because he doesn't win a race for almost 6 months and from a driver Ferrari everyone expects more from him. What if the PR of Ferrari was the only one to calm him and put him to sleep? a shared bed, various hotels to travel around the world, beautiful tracks and countless podiums to win...

*tags: A lot of tension,fluffy, pervy Heeseung, a lot of humor, teasing, kissing, sucking, shower sex, unprotected sex (don't horny people) minor don't interect + 18, fingering, pubblic scenes,masturbation, pet names (sweetie, PR,good girl) (Hee) jealousy, possesion

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Heeseung has just stepped out of his red-hot car, his eyes are tired but full of determination and while he takes off his helmet he sees his companions or "friends" on the podium while they spray rivers of Champagne and take a thousand photos for various social content with their trophies. He is trying to hide his frustration after another disappointing race by coming in P4, while reporters surround him when he enters the post-race space of the reporters. You were always flawless in your role as PR, and you make your way through the crowd with a firm step, a smile that hides a veil of sarcasm. As soon as Heeseung sees you, he smiles and looks up at you with his hair ruffled by sweat and helmet, trying to keep his "womanizer" attitude under control.

«Here’s my favorite PR, you’re always by my side, Y/n. I was wondering if this time you would cheer for me, or if I would see you clapping your hands for your little friend Jake or whatever for Jay» He said, leaning towards you as you were going to get in line to answer the questions of an Italian journalist.

"You don’t look like someone who needs my support, if you want I’ll show you how many girls cheer you up on ig sending you pictures at the osè. Rather, it seems you need a miracle both for how you drive and for your appearance. But don’t worry, I’m good at fixing things...at least those that aren’t about your ego." Heeseung smiled maliciously leaned on a slab leaned his head and looked at you with a defiant expression

«Ah, my ego. I didn’t think you liked it so much. Or maybe it’s just that you’re afraid I’ll win, so you should stay up like 24 hours a day to check every social or your mailbox if you find some pictures of me with not only my prize but also with girls and I do some shit?»

You took a step closer and looked him straight in the eye

"I don’t care to be in the middle of the action, Heeseung. I’m interested in you winning, finally, and bring a little joy to this team that works its ass every weekend. But the miracle you’re referring to is becoming more difficult. You are tired, aren’t you?"

«I’m not tired, Y/n. Just frustrated. I want to win for Ferrari, you know. But... it’s not easy.» closed his eyes for a moment because he was tired and could not wait to lie down on the plane.

«It’s not easy... when things don’t go as they should.»

You sighed and looked at him, he looked like a helpless puppy put in a cage of lions who would eat him and did not help the thick dark circles under his eyes.

"I know. But the pressure won’t help you run faster. Neither will your ego. Maybe you should just take a break... and maybe sleep a little since you haven’t slept more than 8 hours?"

Hee looked up at the sky and with an ironic smile said to you

«Yes, because sleep is the solution to all my problems, right? It’s not like I’ve been trying to sleep for the last couple of months... I tried natural herbal pills, medicines, anti-stress pillows, hypnosis, sleeping with Jungwon, sleeping in the motorhome, and other shit»

sighs and shakes his head

«But, of course, you keep giving me advice and making fun of me. I’m sure that another 'everything is fine, surely this evening you will be able to sleep' on your part will do me miracles.»

"I never made fun of you Heeseung and you know better than me that I’m worried about you. But since you’re so stubborn, maybe you should stop being a superhero and accept that even champions need a shoulder to lean on. You’re human too, Heeseung and sooner or later you’ll find a solution to your insomnia problem and you need to sleep at least a couple of hours even on the shoulder of a random person."

«So, are you suggesting that I fall asleep on your shoulder, Y/n? Weren’t you the one who didn’t want to be touched by anyone, would you grant me such an honor?» he looked at you amused as you raised your eyes.

"You’re a lost cause, Heeseung was a way of saying what I told you to sleep on someone’s shoulder. But don’t worry, if you want to fall asleep on my shoulder later in the plane, go ahead"

Heeseung looked at you amused and raised his hands in surrender

«Okay, okay, I give up. Let’s do it then. But if I can finally sleep, I’ll buy you a ticket for a concert of those Korean bands that you listen to.»

You opened your mouth slightly surprised by how much she knew about you and smiled but in a genuine way.

"Let’s give it all Heeseung, there is nothing to lose!"

The plane is almost empty, with a few team members sitting in the back of the cabin, some chatting, others resting. You were sitting by the window, immersed in reading a romance book that they were all talking about on #Booktok. The soft light of the plane illuminated the pages and your face was focused, as if you were living every word of history. Heeseung was sitting across the row and bored himself to death. He needed a distraction, so he got up and stood by you and took a sneak peek at the book.

«So, Y/n.. another of your love novels? I hope Prince Charming comes soon to save you because otherwise, you will find yourself at 50 years old still fantasizing in your house in the countryside full of cats»

"Are you always so sarcastic, Heeseung? Better to stay in a house full of super cute and cuddly cats than having a person like you in the house! You better not have your ego ever come up to the level of one of these books' protagonists, or you will never find your white horse or sword fighting to save your princess." You said without lifting your eyes from the book but with a funny smile

Heeseung made a gesture of stabbing his heart and looked at you with a grin.

«But come on, Y/n! Let’s be clear. Do you think that the Prince Charming of these books is really what happens in a relationship? With broken hearts and promises of eternal love? Please, what you read is practically unreal in this society»

You finally raised your eyes, raising an eyebrow and looking at him badly.

"I guess you’re more realistic. Instead of waiting for the prince charming, maybe you should accept that you are not invincible. And a Ferrari is not enough to change who you are, I know that inside you hide a boy with a thousand fears and that it could be the "prince charming" for at least one girl out there if you open your eyes and behave like a normal guy and not a womanizer." You said, touching slightly the part of his heart covered by a wide sweatshirt

Heeseung laughed, shaking his head and staring at you

«I wouldn’t say that I’m a 'prince charming' type, but at least I’m a driver. And with my talent when I have the high-performance car I’ll be the king of the track and maybe of history. There is no white horse, only racing tires and a roaring engine.»

You were slightly amused by his answer and returned with your eyes on your book.

"Ah, well, everyone has their way of feeling like a hero, but this year there is another hero on the track and that’s not you but Sunghoon with his Red Bull. But you can still think it’s all that easy if it makes you feel better."

Heeseung slightly leans to see the title of the book and looks for it on the internet and starts laughing reading that is a sport-romance about a hockey player and a kind of singer and the trope is "Enemis to lovers and Tutoring". While he was reading he felt his eyes getting tired and he hands his face and is jealous to see you so alert and focused even after countless hours of work.

«I will pretend not to have read the plot Y/ n, meanwhile I comment that it will be another book where the boy is perfect and has 0 weak points and represents perfection»

"If you think I’m looking for perfection, then you don’t know me at all, Heeseung."

With a fun air, moves a little closer to you, trying to peek better at the pages and have the opportunity to observe you.

«So what are you doing with these books, Y/n? It seems that you are waiting for your 'knight' but you know better than me that he does not exist in real life»

You looked at him for a moment, amused but also a little annoyed by his insistence. He moved even closer and kept on making jokes until you closed the book and looked at it with defiance.

"You’re unbearable, Heeseung. I read these books to escape from reality and find some peace and to have some laughs for what happens in these super romantic books but someone named Lee Heeseung does not leave me alone"

Heeseung raises his hands in surrender, but he can’t help laughing. After another minute of silence, he realizes that you had put on headphones and you were leaning with your eyes closed at the window and his expression softens, although it still does a little cynical fake.

«Okay, okay, enough with the jokes. Just... you’re right. I’m tired, and maybe I’m talking in vain. But seriously... a little rest would not hurt me.»

You felt his sincerity hidden under his facade, you can not help but shake your head.

"It was just a joke, Heeseung. I know you don’t like the idea of admitting that you need a break. But if you want to sleep, maybe you should get comfortable, instead of being condescending with me. Try to close your eyes and relax a little we have almost 3 hours more flight"

Heeseung, who has never liked to admit that he is vulnerable, tries to appear uninterested. But, after a few more minutes of tension, without thinking too much, it lets go and leans on your shoulder inspiring your sweet scent but at the same time floral.

Heeseung sighed, almost whispering.

«All right, all right... I give up. I don’t expect miracles... but maybe a little sleep.»

You were not completely surprised by that gesture but you looked at it for a moment and you said nothing. It’s more of a spontaneous gesture from Heeseung, who finally seems to admit he needs some peace.

After 10 minutes you were listening to Taylor Swift and chanting it in your head until you felt a slight breath next to your neck and opened your eyes and watched Heeseung sleeping, who breathed with a relaxed breath and even his face seemed relaxed rather looked completely abandoned to his sleep. You looked at him incredulously and a small smile formed on your face, and at that point, Jungwon, his teammate who had seen the whole scene from the other side of the plane, came up with a look of pure surprise.

<< Can’t believe it... really. This is a miracle, maybe we found the right cure or person for Heeseung. We were all completely stupid or unaware you were always here with us>

You looked slightly at Jungwon and I did no with my head

"I didn’t do anything he's just tired, Jungwon"

Jungwon shakes his head, watching Heeseung sleep peacefully for the first time in weeks, and looks at you with a grin.

Heeseung wakes up slowly after 3 hours, stretching with a slight groaning. He slept like he hadn’t done in weeks, but as he moved he felt a discomfort around his neck. He sits better in the seat and looks down...only to realize that his arm is wrapped around your waist. Even worse, her head is practically resting on your breast.

It freezes and the eyes open. His mind runs fast, trying to figure out how to make up for it and how he got to sleep leaning on you for hours. The image of him, sleeping in that position, seems compromising: He, the "great flirt", now transformed into a puppy that clings to you as if you were his pillow.

«Oh, my...sorry! I don’t know how... I didn’t mean to... I mean, it wasn’t intentional!» pulling out the arm with an unnatural speed

you had been motionless not to wake him up and you looked at him with a mixture of irritation and disbelief.

"It’s not like you can use people as a human pillow, Heeseung. I hope you slept well at least because I... don’t."

Hee looks at you with fawning eyes, a little embarrassed but sincerely sorry.

«I swear, I didn’t notice! It’s... well, you were comfortable and I hadn’t slept like this for an eternity...»

Before he can say anything else, the sound of a giggle interrupts him. Jungwon, sitting a short distance away, turned with a funny expression and a smartphone in his hand. It’s not hard to guess that he was watching the scene for a while.

<< Well, good to know. The solution to your sleep problems was not complicated Hee: you only need Y/n next to yourself as a human pillow!>> With a mischievous smirk looked at you and Heeseung

You gave Jungwon a look that could burn up a Ferrari engine, but he doesn’t seem to be the least bit intimidated. On the contrary, he turns completely towards you by placing his chin on a seat, ready to continue teasing.

"Don’t put yourself in it. It’s enough to put up with him, let alone you."

He raised his hands in surrender but with a glaring

<< Hey, come on Y/n, it was just a joke. But seriously, look how he’s been born again! I haven’t seen him this calm in months. Maybe your problem is already gone, Y/n is a kind of sleep talisman."

Heeseung, still red in the face, tries to answer but he gets stuck, clearly in trouble. He doesn’t know how to react: on the one hand, he would like to continue to be a bad boy, on the other hand, he feels like a child who has been caught in the act.

«Stop it Jungwon. It’s not like that! It’s not my fault I fell asleep and Y/n was just... there.»

<< Ah, sure. 'Just there.' So much 'just there' that you were wrapped like a koala around her. >> he said with a clever smirk

You were unaware of the situation and got up from your seat with a strong gesture, the book under your arm. She’s tired of both and ready to leave that embarrassing scene behind.

"Fantastic. You are a dream team I understand why everyone says that you are made for each other as a duo in Ferrari. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going to prepare myself mentally for a new race weekend, who knows what dramas will come out." You said looking at Heeseung in particular

Jungwon turned to Heeseung and spoke

<< You know, I think Y/n could really be your medicine. Or at least, your antidote against insomnia. >

«But stop... It’s not like that. It was comfortable. And then maybe you’re right. I don’t know how, but I slept well."

Jungwon takes another photo with his phone, this time of Heeseung who seems thoughtful, and shakes his head laughing.

<< I don’t know, Hyung. I think Y/n is your good luck pillow. Maybe we should patent it as part of the team>>

«Come on, Jungwon. Let’s get off and stop taking pictures before Y/n finds you and destroys you.»

As they head for the exit, Heeseung is surprisingly in a good mood, despite the embarrassment. He would never admit it openly, but for the first time in a long time, he feels rested and even a little happier.

Montreal GP (Canada)

The afternoon light is perfect. The clear sky reflects on the calm water of the river, creating a dreamy backdrop for the Prada photo shoot. Heeseung and Jungwon, dressed in elegant suits and luxury shoes, pose with a surprising naturalness for two F1 drivers.

You were there as always on the go: setting up contracts, managing fans huddled behind the barriers, and overseeing every detail to ensure everything went smoothly. But as you turn, you notice Heeseung with an absent-minded look, sitting on a chair between one shot and another. The fatigue is on his face as the makeup artist approaches him with a flirtatious smile. Gently, he fixes his hair, then bends slightly to attract his attention.

'Looking forward to seeing you on the track, Heeseung. You’ll be great as always. Maybe you could bring me a special pass?'

Heeseung looks up, but can’t even pretend to smile. He puts his hand on his face, sighing.

«Yes, sure... thank you. But first I have to sleep at least five hours in a row without waking up if I want to be great on the circuit.»

The makeup artist, surprised, laughs nervously, thinking she is joking.

Well, then stop going out and about! That’s why you’re so tired, right?'

At those words, Heeseung slightly straightened up on the chair and looked at her with a serious expression, almost exasperated and a little annoyed because he wanted to be remembered as a Ferrari champion not as an obsessive from the parties.

«I haven’t been to a party in weeks. The last time I saw a club, they were still playing songs from last year. My problem is not dancing too much... it’s that even when I’m still, I can’t turn off my brain.»

The makeup artist seems to not know how to respond, and she quickly moves away, a little embarrassed.

On the other side of the set, Jungwon, who witnessed the scene, burst into a low-pitched laugh. You were engaged with a contract, lift your eyes in time to see Heeseung lean tired on the chair.

<< Hyung, I can’t believe it. You were so rough on her! You’d usually be the first to flirt with me, but I know your charm is slowly disappearing. >>

«Ah, yes? Flirting? Not even the way that word is written, Jungwon. I’m too tired to even think about it.» He said, standing with his hair and slapping himself on the face to wake up,

Jungwon keeps laughing but the joking tone fades when he sees how exhausted his teammate is. You approach him by observing.

"Heeseung, maybe you should take a day off after this shoot. It wouldn’t help anyone to see you collapse on the track Sunday, I’ll cut you off at a small event in Montreal"

«Thank you, Y/n. But every time I try to rest, it seems to me to waste time. As if I was wasting an opportunity to improve, I could train or I know how to watch the telemetry of the machine but the problem is that I am exhausted.»

You crossed your arms, looking at him with an expression that is halfway between reproach and understanding.

"You’re not wasting anything if you take care of yourself. And for the record, you look more dead than alive. Even the products and make-up artists of Prada cannot cover certain dark circles."

Jungwon laughs again, trying to lighten the atmosphere.

<< Y/n is right. Maybe you should seriously ask for a set of Prada pillows made extra-sized for you, maybe those help you sleep better. >

Heeseung giggles slightly, shaking his head. Despite the fatigue, he is grateful for the presence of the two. He would never admit it openly, but Jungwon’s irony and Y/n’s concern help him to keep his feet on the ground.

Heeseung stands up and stretches and looks at you.

«Don’t worry, I’ll sleep. Sooner or later and when I’m well rested before I beat all the competition on the track and then I’ll go to celebrate, Y/ n is for a while that there are no dramas about me or gossip!»

The free practice had gone surprisingly well. Heeseung had found a good pace, the team was satisfied, and even the journalists seemed less insistent. However, as he walked in the paddock towards the Ferrari camper, he looked like a rag. The dark circles were deeper than ever, and his movements showed how tired he was.

In the living room of the camper, Jay and Sunghoon were waiting for him and both had noticed that something was wrong, but they also knew that Heeseung hated to admit his weaknesses.

'Hey, Hyung. I got to show you something. Maybe I’ll give you some advice on how to be Pole tomorrow.' said Jay smiling with a grin

"I hope it’s a new race strategy because everything else is a blur."

Jay hands him the phone, showing a photo taken by Jungwon. In the image, Heeseung sleeps soundly with his head resting on your shoulder, his arm around your waist, while you look completely stiff and visibly uncomfortable.

'Look at this. The real winning strategy: it’s the human cushion. Maybe we should add it to the race plan for Sunday.'

Sunghoon, sitting a short distance away, bends forward to look at the picture better, bursting with laughter.

<< Oh my God, Hyung, you’re like a baby who can’t sleep without his favorite blanket! >>

"It’s not what it looks like! It was just... boh, a coincidence. I was tired and she was there."

'Sure? Because you don’t look so random in this picture. You look rather... comfortable.'

Sunghoon with a clever smile

<< Maybe you should do a scientific experiment. You know, to see if it’s your antidote. But to do it right, you should sleep with it. And I mean really sleep, not do the usual things you do with girls>>

Heeseung looks at him with an expression between amused and disoriented.

"You two are impossible. And no, it won’t happen. It’s Y/n, okay? She hates me enough without me asking her that."

But later that night, as he looked at the clock at 10:30 p.m., something stuck in his head. He really needed to sleep, and against all logic, he couldn’t get out of his mind the possibility that you could help him in some absurd way.

With a sigh and against his "values", he stood up and headed for the door of your room. Knocked twice, then leaned on the doorframe with his usual flirtatious grin, trying to look casual despite the heart beating hard and opened the door, crossing his arms and looking at him suspiciously

"What do you want, Heeseung? It’s late. Shouldn’t you be sleeping already?"

Hee bowed his head, a Playboy smile.

«I was thinking... maybe you want to keep me company. You know, let’s talk, read one of those romance books or something.»

You stared at him, raising an eyebrow. You know that tone and smile, and you usually can’t stand it but there’s something different in his eyes: there’s no usual security, and under that mask, he looks really tired and vulnerable.

"Heeseung, spit the toad. Why are you really here? I don’t think to talk about books."

«Okay, okay. You’re right. I just... can’t sleep, and the last time, on the plane, I slept so well. And I thought maybe...» he looked down, scratching his neck.

"...that sleeping next to me might help you again. I understand?"

«More or less. But don’t get me wrong! Nothing else, only of course if you also do not want to try something as beautiful as me. But this evening I just want to sleep. I swear.»

You would want to kick him out because you can’t stand him but at the same time he seems hurt if he came to you, one of the few people who stood up to him and that you didn’t fall into his flirtations. You sighed and opened the door to let him in.

"God, what am I doing wrong to deserve to see it 24 hours a day? If I agree, promise not to snore and not invade my side of the bed. If I catch you touching me"

Heeseung raised his hands in surrender and smiled at you

«Promised. I’ll be more discreet than a cat»

"If I regret this decision, I swear you will never see a contract signed by me again."

Heeseung smiles as he enters the room, but this time it’s a genuine smile, lifted. Maybe for once, she will let herself be helped.

You were standing in front of the bathroom mirror, with a seemingly endless collection of bottles and creams arranged neatly on the shelf. The Weeknd resonates in the background from your phone, filling the environment with the sensual notes of "Earned It".

On the other side of the room, Heeseung was leaning against the bathroom door, watching you with a funny curiosity. He’s not sure what he’s looking at: the complex skincare routine or you with only a slightly wide shirt and short shorts that made him go crazy.

«Are you sure you want the ticket for that Korean band of K-pop? Can I give you all this, god how much money are you spending on skincare, are you sure that everything you’re putting on your face is not... excessive?»

You raised an eyebrow while gently smearing a cream on your face

"Heeseung, if you could understand something more than soap and shampoo, maybe you wouldn’t have the skin of a 12-year-old under stress. These steps are necessary."

«Don’t overdo it. My skin is perfect as it is. But, tell me, is this all for me? Are you trying to impress me or is it for your future prince charming?»

You puff silently but can’t help but giggle as you grab another bottle.

"For you? Don’t make me laugh. I do it for myself and when I’m old I won’t need to get my face punctured. Although maybe you could learn something instead of standing there humming The Weeknd like a teenager in love."

Heeseung pretends to be offended, taking a hand to his heart.

«First of all, The Weeknd is also one of my favorite artists. Second, I’m not humming... I’m singing with passion.»

With a mischievous smile, he begins to hum the refrain of "Earned It", emphasizing the words with an overly intense look towards you:

«Cause, girl, you’re perfect... You’re always worth it... » Isn’t this a perfect song for both of us? You know, with your obsession for perfection and my natural charm?"

You stopped for a moment, staring at him with an expression that was somewhere in between fun and disbelief.

"Maybe you mean it’s a song about how hard it is to win someone’s favor? Yeah, maybe he’s in. But trust me, you’re not exactly the romantic protagonist he describes."

Heeseung laughs and leans over the sink next to you, staring at you as you put on eye cream with extreme precision.

«You know, if I were your romantic protagonist, I would be much more convincing than those perfect guys that you read in your books, I could make you feel the same things they make their "loved ones" feel but in a real way. And you wouldn’t need all these creams, I would make you shine naturally!»

You stared at him with an exasperated expression, but you could not help blushing slightly.

"Can you stop flirting for five minutes? Amazingly, you can find the energy to say this nonsense even when you seem on the verge of collapse."

Heeseung chuckles, raising his hands in surrender.

«All right, all right. But I know that underneath you like this whole Y/n thing, and you’d be super bored working with people like Jay or Sunghoon, right?»

You didn’t answer, just turning off the bathroom light and heading for bed. And he still follows you smiling.

As you lie down, with Heeseung visibly calmer but also a little stiff, you observe him from the underside.

"Why do you seem so uncomfortable? Has anyone ever asked you to just sleep with someone or do you always chase them away before trying to sleep?"

Heeseung moves slightly, staring at the ceiling. It’s hard for him to admit things, but you don’t let him out.

«It’s not exactly... what I’m used to.»

You can’t help laughing, covering your mouth with a hand so as not to wake up any neighbors.

"Relax, Heeseung. I won’t jump on you. You can relax for once in your life."

He turns to look at you, with an expression between the amused and the mortified.

«Thank you for the reassurance. Not that I was afraid! , you would rather sleep with a wolf than with me knowing you, Y/n»

"No, of course. You’re not afraid of anything. Except maybe to admit that sometimes you need someone."

That phrase leaves him speechless for a moment. But as he closes his eyes and finally lets go, he realizes that Y/n may be right.

The morning light was filtering through the window, illuminating the hotel room. You had been awake for a few minutes, but it hadn’t moved yet. You were held back by a strange feeling. Perhaps it was the weight of Heeseung’s arm that, while sleeping blessed beside you had moved too close to your breast.

You sighed, trying not to think too much. You simply had to move it without waking him, that’s all, and gently took his wrist, but at that moment Heeseung moved.

Instead of walking away, he murmured something incomprehensible and pulled you even closer to him, as if you were his personal stuffed animal. His hand, meanwhile, slipped under your shirt caressing the skin of your side in a distracted way, until its fingers reached your back, gently touching your spine.

You felt a shiver all over your body. It was a completely unexpected feeling and not to happen especially with Lee Heeseung.

"I can’t believe it. This is a nightmare. "

He, meanwhile, was sleeping soundly, with a puppy-like expression completely unaware that his head was resting close to your neck, the messy hair touching your skin and tickling you. You tried to move a little bit more but the grip tightened slightly and you held your breath. Heeseung moved slightly, his face sinking a little deeper into his neck.

«Where do you think you’re going?» He murmured in a husky voice, still soaked with sleep.

You felt a shiver running down your back. "I didn’t want to wake you," you whispered in a neutral tone.

He chuckled softly, a low laugh that vibrated against your skin. «Don’t worry... I wouldn’t wake up for anything in the world if it wasn’t for you.»

You looked up because even in the early morning he was flirting and there was always that usual pinch of mischief in his voice. Before you could answer, you felt his hand slip under your shirt, so slowly that it seemed studied.

"What are you doing?" you asked, trying to keep his cool.

He caressed your side uncovered, the touch light but enough to make you feel the skin burning. «I’m thanking my miracle cure» he replied. «I haven’t slept so well in months... and you made it all possible.»

You stiffened, but you did nothing to stop him. You felt Heeseung’s hand move gently as if he were trying to memorize every line of your body. The warmth of his fingers was almost hypnotic, and for a moment you let go, closing your eyes.

«You know, you should relax more often» he continued, his voice soft and sweet. «You are not like the others... And I like this.»

"Don’t be stupid, Heeseung, they’re not like those perfect models you hang out with. And anyway, I don’t like physical contact, so..."

Before you could finish the sentence you felt his slightly calloused fingers touch a cape and unintentionally you raised your back and he lifted his head, his dark eyes staring at you with an unexpected seriousness. «Don’t say nonsense», he slowly lifted your old pajama shirt and began to kiss you from the navel with light kisses until they reached your breast with one hand he squeezed it slightly and then laid his lips and started to tease you; he would lick it, slightly nibble it and hold it for you «You are beautiful, Y/n. More than you can imagine. And I don’t want you to get paranoid about these things, do we understand?» you nodded your head and Heeseung kept leaving little kisses all over your body and with his big hands he held one side of you and the other always a tit

You looked down, trying to hide the blush that was coloring your cheeks. "Heeseung..."

«Shhh» interrupted you, placing a finger on your lips. «I’m not flirting. Not this time, god this breast is made for my big hands and I want to make you feel like my dick is already hard just because of you, Y/n.»

You look uncertain, But there was something in his expression that made him soften and he laid slightly above you with a quick movement he rubbed his length into your pussy still covered by some short shorts and succinus misery was hard, and for those few seconds. You heard it could have been imagined that it was also great. "Look, if you want to thank me, do it by winning on Sunday, okay?"

He laughed softly, a laugh that seemed to dispel all tension. «All right, boss, but if I win I want something in return» You saw how he looked at your whole body and after a while stood up and winked at you before leaving.

Heeseung, who has just left his P2 qualification, heads to the interview area with contagious energy, ready to do his usual show. He’s smiling, charming, and was terribly annoying to you.

You were a few steps away from him, with your phone in hand, recording every word to avoid misunderstandings or fractions that could turn into tabloid headlines. But as Heeseung was getting in front of the cameras you knew he wanted to make a show.

The first journalist hands him the microphone, smiling.

Journalist 1 :

"Heeseung, you missed the pole by a few tenths. Do you think the race step will be enough to turn things around tomorrow?"

Heeseung :

'Sure, tomorrow I’ll give it all. But if you want to know my strategy in detail... I promise that I’ll explain it to you, as long as it brings me luck.'

The emphasis on the word "luck" is accompanied by a wink that makes half of the room laugh. You snort loudly, attracting the attention of one of the press officers who looks at her confused.

With the second journalist, however, Heeseung is at his best.

Journalist 2 :

"Tomorrow will be a tough race. Sunghoon seems to have an advantage, but do you think it will be a duel between the two of you?"

Heeseung :

(with a mischievous smile)

'My duel is always with Sunghoon, but you know what? If I had you by my side at the wall box, I would win without problems.'

You put down the phone with an incredulous expression, mumbling.

"Eight hours of sleep and he’s already turned into the usual serial flirter. I should have kept him awake."

When Heeseung comes back to you, visibly satisfied with himself you stare at him.

"Congratulations on the qualification, Casanova. But if you don’t win tomorrow, I swear I’ll take that microphone and make you eat it."

«Calm Y/n, you should be as refreshed as you were this morning with me! It was just to keep the atmosphere light, in this place they are all so boring and obsessive with the coldness of Sunghoon."

You slapped him lightly and pursed his keys.

"Relax, of course. Too bad I have to answer your fans in delirium on Twitter.»

You were a bundle of nerves sitting in the Ferrari box watching the race of Heeseung. From the start, Sunghoon had taken the lead, taking full advantage of the straight speed of his Red Bull but Heeseung, however, kept calm, studying every corner of the Circuit Gilles Villeneuve, known for its technical braking and the famous "esse" of the Casino.

The decisive moment came in the last ten laps, when a small collision caused two cars to come out and the Virtual Safety Car came out that allowed Heeseung to switch to softer and fresher tires. Upon returning to the track Hee flew with his red fire car and showed all his power and agility, bend after bend began to gnaw the advantage of Sunghoon.

With three laps to go, the overtaking reached the final chicane just before the Champions Wall. With a breakaway at the limit, Heeseung joined Sunghoon and, despite fierce resistance, took the lead in the race with an impeccable trajectory.

Crossing the finish line in first position, you had tears in your eyes because it was 6 months since you did not win and the whole team hugged you and you ran under the podium.

On the podium, his smile was brighter than the sun reflecting on the gold trophy. He sprayed champagne with a contagious energy, wetting Sunghoon, who laughed defeated, and Jungwon, who occupied the third step. You watched from the edge of the track, crossing your arms but with a smug smile.

"He’s finally back to win, at least now he’ll stop tormenting me for how much he missed winning." You muttered in a low voice

When the celebrations on the podium ended, the group headed towards the river near the circuit, a special tradition to celebrate Canadian Grand Prix victories. The crowd of fans had already gathered along the banks, shouting and cheering as the drivers and team approached the water.

Heeseung was euphoric, almost in a trance. With a sure gesture, he unlaced the top of the pilot’s suit, letting it fall on his hips and with a fluid movement, he also took off his shirt, revealing his sculpted chest and toned muscles under the sunlight.

The crowd exploded in shouts and applause, as dozens of phones took photos and recorded videos.

You stopped suddenly when Hee took off her shirt and your eyes were fixed on the slightly tanned skin but especially in his toning muscles that covered all of his toned body.

"Oh. My God. Really? Did he have to take off his shirt? Wasn’t the Playboy smile and the Greek statue body enough? This is ridiculous, tomorrow there will be all the social media invaded by him." you said in a low voice not making you heard from anyone.

You tried to look away, but your eyes inevitably returned to follow every movement of Heeseung. The sun was shining on his skin, and the champagne drops from the podium were still visible. He ran his hand through his hair, wet and messy, before approaching the edge of the river.

Heeseung turned to you with a provocative smile, having noticed your eyes following him before he jumped into the river and yelled at you.

«Y/n! What are you doing there all serious? You’re not judging me, are you? Come on, admit it, this physique is not bad, right?»

"I’m not judging you. I’m just trying to figure out if you have a social media contract, since every move you make ends on the net!"

Heeseung gets up, diving into the water with a spectacular dive. When he emerged, he passed his hands over his face and hair, casting another amused look, and winked at you.

When he got back to the small wooden pier he came close to you who had a light towel and looked at you with a smile that would have made thousands of his fans crazy but it was only for you at that moment and with a little laugh she undid her head and small drops of water mixed with champagne they flooded your body and a slight redness took possession of your cheeks and you thought:

"This guy will drive me crazy. And not in the professional sense of the term."

«So? Have you seen something that you like?»

"Yes. Your suit, which for some reason you’re not wearing. Do you want a tip? Get back to putting it on, before someone makes an awkward photo montage."

Heeseung laughed

«You’re too stiff, Y/n. Should you relax a little bit by maybe taking a bath... with me?»

You pointed your finger at his still-wet chest.

"Keep it up, Heeseung, and you’ll see that the next bathroom is with the whole PR team, but to save yourself from trouble."

«All right, all right! Only because today you were my medicine even off the track.»

When you returned to the hotel, you promised yourself to ignore him for the rest of the day. But as he walked before you, you could not help but take one last look at his carved back.

"There is no hope. This guy is a continuous temptation the red devil."

It was Saturday night and you were finally enjoying some relaxation at home, away from the chaos of paddocks, interviews, and especially Heeseung. You had dinner with your friends and after weeks of going through the circuits, you felt like a normal person for a moment. But, of course, your phone decided to remind you who you really were: the PR of the most problematic (and irresistible) driver of the moment.

While your friends were laughing at another joke you saw the phone screen light up with the name you feared most: "Heeseung".

With a heavy sigh, you already know that you would never spend a quiet evening.

"What do you want, Hee?"

On the other end of the line, Heeseung seemed agitated, almost desperate and there was music in the background.

'Y/n! Thank goodness you answered. Look, I went out with Jake and Jay at the Twiga, just to relax a bit, nothing like that... but a paparazzo caught me with a glass of wine while talking to a fan.'

You closed your eyes, holding back an exasperated groaning

So? Where’s the problem, Heeseung? It’s not the first time you've ended up in these situations, by now people know that you have lived off the track and that you go to have fun and I doubt it will be the last.'

'Y/n, it’s not like it seems, and don’t get mad! I was just having a chat, I swear. The fan came over, asked me for a picture, and then he said something to my ear. But I promise you, nothing strange! Just that, you know how paparazzi are, It seemed... well she was kissing me"

You feel a mixture of frustration and resignation grow inside you.

"Heeseung, I don’t need to know the details. Really. You can do what you want with girls, it’s not my business but I’m just tired of this situation..."

On the other side, there was a moment of silence. Then, Heeseung spoke in an unusually serious tone.

'Y/n... Nothing happened. Really. You know I don’t want to ruin everything with this nonsense especially now that I’m adjusting the rhythm on the track." You got up from the restaurant table, away from your friends to find a quiet corner.

"So, if there was nothing, why are you calling me? You know I’ll do what I always do: I’ll fix the situation, I’ll make the photos disappear, and keep your image intact. But, honestly, I’m starting to think you enjoy making me feel bad, every time I’m not with you you always do one."

On the other side of the line, Heeseung looked almost wounded.

'This not so. I know I give you a lot of work, but I didn’t want this thing to come to you. I just... I trust you. And I don’t want you to think bad of me.'

"I don’t think badly of you, Heeseung. It’s my job. Only... sometimes it would be nice to spend a Saturday without having to make up for something."

Sorry. I do. I’ll make sure it doesn’t happen again."

"All right. Send me everything: photos, videos, anything that can help me solve it. And, Heeseung... Maybe next time you won’t get too close to anyone, even just to talk. You know that it takes one click to blow up the internet."

Heeseung laughed slightly but in a sincere tone

"Promise. Thank you, y/n. You’re the best, you know?"

"I know. And now leave me alone, I want to finish the evening without any more surprises."

All right, all right. Good evening...and don’t think too much, see you in Belgium.'

You hung up and snorted, god could not stand it when it was like that and the words of Jay resonated in your head << You know that Mercedes is looking for a PR for next season, if Heeseung makes you work even when you shouldn’t think about it because I don’t cause trouble and my other teammate too>

Spa Gp (Belgium)

The Friday and Saturday passed quickly, between technical briefings and free practice. Spa was a track that gave many riders the creeps, but Heeseung loved it. The fast curves, the slopes, the iconic Eau Rouge: it was everything he loved about racing and gave him that adrenaline that made him vibrate with its light.

When the time came for qualifying, Heeseung looked like a man on a mission. The atmosphere in the paddock was tense, dark clouds over the circuit threatened rain, but he was as concentrated as ever. He got into the car, ready to give his all and take another pole position because he was a magician in the dry ride.

In the first fast lap, he had already shown that he was fit. He was clean, precise, and almost surgical in his trajectories and his radio engineer was enthusiastic.

Engineer :

"P1 for now, Hee! Great job, but Jay is behind by a tenth."

His second lap was even more impressive. He passed the Eau Rouge with the gas completely open, the car seemed to dance under him. In the final part of the track, under a sky now black as ink, he managed to gain more fundamental milliseconds.

When he crossed the finish line, the clock was clear: he was in pole position.

Engineer :

"P1 ! Pole position! Heeseung! You’re a monster!"

Heeseung banged his hands on the steering wheel for happiness and when he turned on the radio he shouted 'P1 baby! The car is a lightning bolt I can’t wait for tomorrow to fight for victory.

At the finish line, Heeseung raised his fist as he stepped out of the car in victory, while everyone in the Ferrari pit was exploding with cries of joy.

After qualifying you were back in the Ferrari motorhome, watching the replay of Heeseung’s lap. It was amazing, as always. But you couldn’t share the team’s enthusiasm.

When he came back, still euphoric, he approached you with that smile that usually could melt anyone.

«So, my favorite PR what does she think about the ride? Impressive, right?»

He passed you to go up in his motorhome with crossed arms.

"Yes, it was a good lap. But we’ll see tomorrow in the race. Pole doesn’t count if you don’t take the result home."

Heeseung froze, slightly surprised by the coldness in your voice.

«Wow, you are the queen of the tifo, eh? Come on, Y/n a little enthusiasm! I gave everything today and it’s not everyone to pole at Spa!» You raised an eyebrow, keeping your icy gaze.

"Heeseung, you know that what you do on the track is great, and don’t need me to tell you, you’re fated and if it’s not this year next year you’ll be fighting for the world championship."

He stopped, surprised by your voice. He had noticed the hardness of your words and never had seen you so distant.

«Come on, don’t do that. What’s wrong?»

You were unable to hold back, opened the door of his motorhome room, and entered both.

"You’re treating me like a puppet, Heeseung! Every weekend it’s the same! You get what you want, flirting with everyone, and you always get in trouble, the executives of Ferrari call me to solve your problems even during weekends off. I’m tired of being your PR!"

Heeseung tried to approach, but you stopped him with a cold look.

"I want to look around. Maybe it’s time I had a chat with someone like Jay or Sunghoon, see if in Mercedes or Red Bull they treat me as a person and not as a slave of your ego."

Your words struck Heeseung like a stab. His heart stopped for a moment, and an unexpected wave of jealousy swept over him without warning. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. The idea that you could look around, away from him, drove him crazy.

Hee this time approached you and with a low, furious voice said to you

«Don’t make me say what I think. Don’t test me.»

He had an expression of anger on his face and you did not back down, rather challenged him with your gaze with the same intensity. The tension between you was palpable, the air seemed to overheat. Then, in a sudden and determined movement, Heeseung grabbed you by the wrists and pushed you against the wall.

«If you think that someone else looks at you like this or that you deserve in their life you are wrong, now I’ll show you what it means to be with me, Y/n.»

His warm breath touched your skin, and you were paralyzed for a moment. But there was no fear in his eyes. Only anger and frustration.

"What do you want from me, Heeseung? Why can’t you treat me like a person?" And I pushed him slightly to run away from him

His body was contracting, but at that moment something in Heeseung snapped. He wanted you, only you, and felt the anger grow inside him like a fire. He came even closer, so much so that his breath felt caress your skin. Then, without warning, he kissed you with force.

The kiss was intense, almost violent as if trying to communicate everything we could not say. Heeseung’s mouth moves against yours with a rush that surprised you but however much you wanted to resist, you couldn’t ignore the attraction between you two, that tension that had bound you from the beginning.

He gently pulls your hair with one hand and holds your jaw with the other, deepening the kiss, practically sticking his tongue in your mouth and establishing dominance from the beginning, Your hands fall on his muscular shoulders and you draw him closer to you and your hips come desperately close to his to quench your thirst. It is a huge boost to his ego of Heeseung when he hears you moan something indestructible and with his big brawn lifts you slightly and puts you in the small raised bed where before the race they did the massages, you slightly spread your legs with one hand and stands between you two. You had the perfect hair, the cherry lip dye that you used to use in your face, the chest that lifts and lowers, and the icing on the cake for Heeseung was to see you wearing a bra as sexy and red as his car as well as his favorite color.

« Fuck, did you do it on purpose to wear this bra? Who would have thought that my PR wore sexy braces so short that she didn’t look like a good girl anymore.»

Heeseung had begun to attack your neck, his lips clinging to every inch of your skin and leaving beautiful red marks. You would tell him to be careful not to make them too evident but you were in a state of trance and pleasure when you felt a hand of Hee come down where your little skirt was to slightly pinch your thighs full, Until he made little circles inside your already slightly wet panties and starts rubbing against his hand, not caring how Hee couldn’t help but smile as he moved his lips towards your full bosom.

He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you as close to him as possible before catching one of your nipples in his mouth and slowly pulling him into the tufts that he had long for his mullet haircut.

"I am not your property, Heeseung. You do not own me. I will never be." You heard a light laugh coming from the boy who was sucking your nipples in his closet and this time he pinched the flesh of your thigh and screamed from pain but also from excitement. " Heeseung"

Hee laughed and his hands found the edge of your red Ferrari skirt that you had to use as a uniform during the summer gp and thanked the stylist for giving him this opportunity to touch you thanks to that skirt.

«Mmm, if you weren’t mine you wouldn’t be here moaning my name Sweetie! See your panties wear my favorite PR» Heeseung saw that you had a red lace outfit even underneath your panties and formed a grin bowed slightly and took one of your legs if he put it over his shoulder and with his fingers slightly calloused you he moved his panties and smiled when he saw you were already totally soaked for him.

You leaned against the cold wall while Hee put two fingers in. At first, he was slow and careful. He wanted to give you the chance to back off if you didn’t feel comfortable enough to do all this with him but when he realized that you really wanted it, he allowed himself to relax and start his work. His steady rhythm did not last long: every second that passed, he pushed only faster, wishing to hear you groan again and again. He kept looking up from your chest, watching your expressions and smiling to himself as he alternated sucking your breasts, especially your full and hard buds, and left marks everywhere in your body. You began to move your hips towards his hand, desperately chasing even more pleasure.

His fingers went deeper and from your mouth came sounds that Heeseung was ecstatic and thought every time he touched himself when he thought of you.

«Tell me,» said Heeseung. You heard it but did not answer. «What it’s like to get fingered by a guy you can’t stand but at the same time that makes you feel all these feelings and we’re doing it where everyone could hear or see us, Y/N!» you have silenced Hee by quickly pulling his hair, your free hand clings to his shoulders, your nails are embedded in the skin exposed by his toned and muscular physique for the many hours of training.

"Hee...it’s so beautiful" you replied moaning and the boy next to you was overwhelmed with adrenaline and groans for praise. You were soaked and with the thumb tickled even more your clitoris and did not stop giving pleasure just as you were about to reach orgasm Heeseung believed that he came too while he felt liquid wet boxer shorts and had slightly hard balls. It hides its face in the hollow of your neck, now stimulating your clitoris with its thumb and making you go into a frenzy.

«Come for me», mumbles right against your ear. A shiver runs through your back before you succumb and the knot in your stomach melts. Heeseung kept you while you were coming, trying with all his might not to go with you because not only would it be embarrassing but also because you would surely have made fun of him.

Heeseung pulled out his fingers once you calmed down. You smiled because you still did not have the energy to talk and say what you thought about everything that happened in that closet...nor did you have the energy to do anything else. Heeseung smiled at you with a grin as he was busy wiping his fingers using his mouth, naturally and winked at you and his look became darker, more intense, and without saying a word, he slowly released it. He pulled down your skirt and went to get the shirt that he had taken off and put it back on you as if you were his favorite doll and put in your ear gently a fluttering tuft that you had in your hair and slightly lowered to your ear and said «It doesn’t end here, Y/n. You are mine and you will be forever»

In Belgium Heeseung won the race and in Hungary, things went well for Hee came p3 but Y/n did not want to sleep with him or stay next to him for that 2 gp pretended that nothing happened between them two and stayed as much as possible with Jungwon. In Holland, Hee felt very tired and wanted to sleep with Y/n but both he and she were embarrassed and they were mostly stubborn, which was a disaster for the Ferrari in general Hee went crashed and when he came back in his boxer pissed and looked coldly Y/n, He absolutely wanted to talk with you but before there were the briefing and interviews to do and when he arrived in the room was exhausted and slept and no 4 hours, on Sunday they arrived in the points area miraculously both him and Jungwon. He just wanted to relax and find a way to talk to you and perhaps knowing all your habits knew where you were at that time and a small smile took possession of his face.

He knew you were probably in the pool, as you often did after a hard day, trying to relax. When he arrived he saw you swimming smoothly, your arms drawing elegant lines in the water, fully concentrated as if you were trying to clear your mind. Heeseung watched your body move, as usual, but this time it wasn’t just admiration. There was desire, anger, and a strange feeling of possessiveness that he could not suppress.

He approached slowly, his heart beating fast and when you noticed him you stopped looking at him with that mix of confusion and challenge that he liked so much but now it seemed more difficult to face. Without thinking too much, he took off his shirt, despite the back pain, and immersed himself in the water with determination. Every fiber of his body cried against his physical state, but he wanted you close.

«Don’t run away, Y/n. I’m tired of playing these games»

You tried to get away but Heeseung reached out, took you by the wrist, and held you firmly. His warm breath touched your skin and you felt a shiver run down your back. You were trapped, but not in the way he thought. It wasn’t fear, you were confused by all the feelings you had for him.

«Why don’t you look at me? I won’t let you go and you know it. I want to see you give in.» You stared at it, and the beating of your heart increased while your body struggled between the desire to escape and the attraction that felt growing. Then, without warning, Heeseung came even closer, his hands touching you gently, but with an intensity that left no doubt. It slid down your skin, from arms to hips, and you couldn’t help but feel that sensation.

«You are mine, Y/n. You always have been, only you don’t want to admit it.»

His words were a sweet poison, a game you no longer knew how to play. You felt Heeseung’s hands touching you in a possessive way, as if he wanted to mark you as if he wanted to remind you that despite your attempts to get away from him you had never been truly free of him.

You tried to push him away but Heeseung wouldn’t let go. With a quick movement, he kissed you. It wasn’t a sweet kiss, but a violent one. His lips pressed against yours with urgency, while Heeseung’s hands went into your legs and carried them around her waist. You pushed him slightly, but he, with a cry choked by desire and frustration, pulled you even closer and you tied your arms around his floor.

«Don’t pretend that it doesn’t drive you crazy. I know what you want. I can see it in your eyes.»

You looked up and started to pull his hair slightly while he sucked your neck and bit it slightly and between the breathless breaths you said:

"You can’t... you can’t... not with me, I don’t want to be another one of your stupid awards. I’m more than this Heeseung."

Heeseung kissed you again, but with a fierce rage as if he was trying to take possession not only of your body but also of your soul.

«I need you Y/n, not as my prize but as my girlfriend. God, from the first day I saw you, you drive me crazy, you’re the only one who can hold my head, the only one who hates my flirting, and the only one who can understand me and see not only the F1 driver but also my most vulnerable part» You felt your heart beat like crazy and you did yes with your head and while accompanying you in his room he never took off his hands from your body and when you reached his room immediately pushed you into his large bathroom where from the large window of saw all the panorama of the city and the sunset in the darkness.

You could feel the heat radiating from his body, feel his gaze crossing your face. His eyes stopped on your lips and smiled again, With the air of fun and when he put you under the jet of water shivered a little until you felt the big hands of Heeseung soapy gently all over your body and made you a small soap bubble by pressing lightly a jar of soap to relieve the tension between you two and when he saw you laugh slightly he hugged you and washed your hair gently. «God, how good it is to feel the bath foam I use on you Y/n, I can not wait to fuck you and to smell your scent against mine» he leaned forward, catching your lips in another kiss and you moaned needy in his mouth, pressing your hips against his and he unlaced the little triangle costume you had and when your breast came out with one hand he held you still and with the other started to bite your sensitive bud both because of the excitement but also of the hot water coming down and It gave you slight chills After a while he moved to release the piece under your bra and bent slightly. You groaned as his teeth sank into your thigh, giving a strong sucking so as to leave its mark. " I guess I won’t wear skirts and shorts so soon I’ll have to put on the autumn uniform even with 30 degrees..." You didn’t mean it because God, wanted everyone to see the signs that he left for you.

«I guess not, every time I saw you in that red-hot skirt I always felt my cock getting hard because of you» he growled as he left you some more lollipops along the inside of your thighs, enjoying how you were writhing under him and groaning his name.

His tongue slid along the outer part of your pussy, flattening against the length, then sliding his tongue up and down the crack, plunging just past the entrance to your core. The little jolts and tremors that flowed through your body, together with your choking moans and high-pitched whimpers were absolute perfection for his ears, and Hee turned off the hot water and buried her face as deep as possible. It was intoxicating, the taste of your pussy, sweet and slimy with your excitement, and practically drooling on it was seriously fucked by your body, how you moaned his name, how you teased him every day, and how only you could understand it and have it all for yourself.

«I thought you couldn’t stand me or to be honest that you hated me at the beginning of the F1 season but now look at you are here moaning my name» You pulled Heeseung’s hair slightly and said, "I never hated you, but sometimes you’re so damn annoying that it’s hard to be your PR or stand by you."

"God, please," you complained, the voice that grew faint in a slight groan at the end as Hee ate your soggy pussy as if there was no tomorrow. Until then you had forgotten what pleasure was. His long callused fingers surrounded your wet pussy hole, pushing past your folds to massage against the tensed muscle with every dive of her mouth.

"Hee is even more beautiful than last time, please!" Your back bowed against the cold shower tiles, eyes closed and a low moan in your throat, your body quickly reached the point of no return. «Come for me, Sweetie, only for me»

You pushed your hips forward, rubbing you but you were ripped from that moment of pure bliss when he stuck a long finger inside you and shoved it back and forth quickly pumping it.

His name slipped from your lips in a whisper, his fingers stopped half-thrust. Your pussy was shaking around his finger and kept moving his hand through the bedtime shocks, letting the moment of bliss last as long as possible, watching you keep on wailing and wailing as you came.

«You are so beautiful, Y/n», he whispered as he slowly kissed your lips, his eyes kept wandering up and down the length of your naked figure and he turned on the water and trembled at the contact next to him. " I need you, Hee, please" You started to pump slightly its length and smiled at you «Mm, my favorite PR that asks me to be his, who would ever have thought that my impure dreams become real?» He smiled and leaned forward again, kissing you with small kisses on the neck. His free hand wandered on the lower part of your back caressing your bottom.

«Do you trust me?» you made a sign of yes and slowly took you in his arms and slammed you against the cold shower tiles and slowly with a dry push slid its full length inside you in one single strong and decisive blow and you yelled slightly for the cold contact of the wall and its length within you.

"Hee" you mumbled his name, your legs were wrapped around his hips, and his cock kept diving into you, encountering your desperate whimpers as your hands clenched around his strong biceps that held you tight. Heeseung cursed and dropped his face in your neck and drops of boiling water fell between your bodies and moved a lock of hair from Heeseung and groan pressed against your neck when he took another push.

«Holy shit, why we have not done it before, this body, this pussy is made only for and for no other man» You writhed in place as his hand was clinging to your thigh and around the curve of your back. "Heeseung".

«Fuck Y/n, say my name again, like that. You’re so fucking beautiful with my dick inside of you.» His forehead leaned against yours, nibbling your lower lip, and told you something you would never think of hearing in your life «I love you so much, you make me crazy from morning to night, only you can» He pushed his hips into your tighter hole stronger.

"I love you too, I don’t know...how it happened or when" his lips kissed you avidly, passionately, moving as sharply as her thrusts, Water slippery and you felt his thumb tickling your clitoris, and small moans of pleasure came out of your lips when with a sharp push hit your G-spot.

«Let go, Sweetie, come everywhere on my dick like a good girl you are!» It takes a couple of long, powerful thrusts before you find yourself yelling his name, coming hard on his dick. Your hips are contracting as his cock is sticking deep inside you, The sperm splashes into you and you feel so good after so long after a while Heeseung comes out of you and holds you against his chest, and leaves you some slight caresses that start from the bottom of your back to reach your hips.

«Are you all right? Or was it too much for you, sweetie?» Look up slightly and see him for the first time with a sincere smile, his hair all ruffled and attached to the forehead and with red cheeks because of the heat.

"it was perfect but don’t get your head in the sand, already your ego is big enough, and maybe something else too" You looked slightly down embarrassed, and after a little bit felt Heeseung’s hands take your face and kiss you with lips. «I have to tell you a secret but also you, don’t get too excited» You looked curious and felt his breath next to your ear and said «You’re better than a race won on the last lap»

OMG🌹 i hope you enjoyed this story. Heeseung in my head gives me too many vibes from Ferrari driver, comments are appreciated and also reblogs.

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Secret & Sacrifices

Toji zenin x reader

summary, "Y/N, a famous actress, fell in love with Toji, a regular civilian who works as a mechanic. They had a baby together, but Toji ended up breaking up with her because he wanted her to live her life to the fullest and was tired of keeping their relationship a secret. Years later, Y/N is engaged to someone else, but she still loves Toji, who now has a new girlfriend. Despite their past, their love for each other remains.”

Tags; Toji x reader, Actress au, Actress x Mechanic, Lovers to Strangers, Hollywood, Celebrity, Parenting, Romance, Drama, Heartbreak, Reconciliation, Fame, Secret Relationship, Working Class, Taboo, Sacrifice.

Warnings; 18+, fluff, angst, smut, actress au, partying, drinking/alcohol, drug usage, romance, jealousy, cursingz

Notes: the tag-list is open! also sorry for any spelling erors too lazy to proof read…

WC; 7k words!

You had everything you could ever want in life.

A successful career as an actress, a beautiful child, and a loving boyfriend, Toji Zenin. He was the one who made you feel like a normal person, treating you with kindness and respect.

He was your pride and joy, the man who swept you off your feet and gave you the most precious gift of all - a child. Despite your parents' disapproval of your relationship, you never let that affect your love for Toji. He was the man of your dreams, the mechanic who came to your rescue when your car broke down one night. It was love at first sight, with his tall and muscular frame and that alluring scar on his face.

This man was the love of your life. The mechanic who you met when your car broke down in the middle of the night. No other cars were passing by except his and he had the courtesy to stop by and help you fix it. When he first came out of the car you were star struck. His tall and well built frame catching your attention and that immaculate scar of his.

The man who came to fix your car in the pouring rain was not only kind and nice, but also considerate. Despite being drenched himself, he made sure you didn't get wet and even told you to wait in your car while he worked. You were skeptical of the idea of love at first sight, but when you saw him, you knew it was real. He was handsome and had a charming smile that instantly caught your attention.

He recognized you immediately, as anyone would. After all, you were the famous face of Japan in the acting world. He spent hours working on your car, determined to fix it without charging you anything. You insisted on at least buying him a drink or paying him for his time and effort in the cold rain.

He refused to charge you anything for his services, but you insisted on buying him a drink or at least paying him for his time and effort. He kindly declined your offer and simply smiled before leaving in his own car.

Days went by, even years went by and you still hadn’t found out who he was. You were 23 when it happened and now you were 25. Sitting down in the park you read your book, sunglasses pinched between your nose and a black hat on top of your head.

These days were your quiet days, the days you could sneak out and sit in the park. Watching kids play and families have a day out with their kids. You drank your water, watching people run past you or jog with their dog. Smiling, you were grateful for this time to relax and escape the hustle and bustle of your busy life as a famous actress.

Suddenly, a dog came bounding towards you, its tail wagging excitedly. It jumped up on you, licking your face and wagging its tail even more. You couldn't help but laugh as you petted the friendly dog. Just then, the owner came over, apologizing for his dog's behavior.

"Ah, excuse me, is this your dog?" you ask as the friendly golden retriever jumps up and licks your face. You wipe the slobber off and look up to see the owner, a man with kind eyes and a familiar face. Suddenly, it hits you, this is the guy who helped you with your car two years ago.

"Oh my gosh, it's you!" you exclaim, standing up and removing your sunglasses. "I can't believe it, I've been wanting to thank you for so long. You really saved me that day."

The man's face lights up with recognition. "Yes, I remember now. You're that famous actress, aren't you? The one who was stranded on the side of the road?"

You nod, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Yes, that's me. And you're the kind stranger who helped me. I never got the chance to properly thank you."

The man bows his head in respect. "It was nothing, really. I'm just glad I could be of assistance."

You smile, grateful for this chance encounter. "Well, I would love to repay you somehow. Can I buy you a coffee or a drink sometime? I'd love to catch up and get to know you better."

The man hesitates for a moment before giving in. "Sure, that would be nice. Here, let me give you my number."

As he scribbles down his number on a piece of paper, you can't help but feel excited for the possibility of a new connection. Who knew that a simple act of kindness years ago would lead to this moment? You thank him and promise to reach out soon before he bids you farewell and walks away.

You had gone out for drinks with him, catching up after not seeing each other for a while. As the night went on, you found out that he had recently broken up with his girlfriend. Despite the heartbreak, he still maintained his belief in kindness and treated you with nothing but genuine care and generosity, not even charging you for any of the drinks.

As you talked, you couldn't help but admire his posture and the way he spoke. You couldn't deny the attraction you felt towards him, especially when he wore that black button-up shirt with a few buttons undone, revealing his toned chest.

The club you were in was one of the hottest spots in town, filled with A-list celebrities and no paparazzi in sight. Feeling bold, you decided to flirt with him and he reciprocated, flashing his charming smile and cracking jokes that made you even more intrigued by him.

As the night went on and a few more drinks were consumed, he placed his hand on your thigh and complimented how stunning you looked in that tight red dress. Your cheeks were flushed with a rosy hue, and his were as well, both of you feeling a bit buzzed but still aware of the intense chemistry between you. It was clear that you both wanted the same thing - each other.

Before you knew it you were walking hand in hand through the city streets, the anticipation and excitement grew between you and your mystery man. You couldn't wait to get back to their apartment, knowing that this was going to be a night to remember.

His hands were exploring every inch of your body, sending shivers down your spine. You couldn't resist the intense desire you felt for him, and you were desperate for him to take you.

As you stumbled into his bedroom, he asked for your consent, making sure you were comfortable with every move he made. But you were beyond caring about anything else but him. You gave him permission to do anything and everything he wanted with you.

He wasted no time in fulfilling your desires. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses and gentle bites. Your moans filled the room as he moved lower, his hands exploring every curve and dip of your body. As he reached your core, he teased you with his tongue, making you squirm with pleasure.

You couldn't hold back any longer and you begged him to take you. With a smirk on his face, he entered you, filling you with pleasure and ecstasy. The two of you moved in perfect rhythm, lost in each other's touch and moans.

After that day, you both couldn't get enough of each other. Every day, he would come to your house after you finished work, his hands clutching a bouquet of beautiful flowers and a box of chocolates. You could see the excitement in his eyes as he saw you waiting by the door, smiling and inviting him in. As he entered, he would throw the flowers down on the counter and practically pull you into his arms. You could feel his strong hands squeezing your ass, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

The soft skin of your ass was no match for his strong grip, and you couldn't help but moan as he devoured you with his kisses. It was like a ritual, but one that you never got tired of. His disheveled hair, evidence of a long day at his shop, only added to his charm as he rushed to see you. You were his drug, something he couldn't keep his hands off of. And you were more than happy to let him have his way with you, losing yourself in the moment as he fucked you numb.

You couldn't believe how much your sex life had improved in the past few months. It was like every time you were together, a new position was unlocked, as if you were collecting new ways for him to pleasure you. And he was an expert, his hands always finding new ways to make you moan and writhe in pleasure. Whether it was squeezing and fondling your breasts or using his long, skilled fingers to fuck you senseless, he knew exactly how to make you scream his name.

But it wasn't just about the amazing sex. You two also went on dates constantly, whether they were small and private or extravagant celebrity parties. You loved showing him off to all of your friends, feeling proud to have such a handsome and charming boyfriend by your side. And everywhere you went, people couldn't help but stare and admire the two of you together.

Life was good, and you couldn't imagine being with anyone else. This was your perfect relationship and you were living your best life with your amazing boyfriend.

The two of you had been in a loving relationship for a year now, and the idea of starting a family together had been on your minds for quite some time. After much discussion, you both felt that the timing was right and decided to have a child together. You even took a break from your busy filming schedule to fully focus on this new chapter of your lives.

You remember spending countless days tracking your ovulation and planning out the perfect time to try for a baby. And eventually, all of the hard work paid off and you were blessed with a beautiful baby boy, Megumi. The joy and love you felt in that moment was indescribable.

Toji was by your side the entire time, never leaving your side as you went through the labor pains. He held your hand tightly, tears in his eyes as he shared in your pain and wanted to take it away from you. He was your rock, constantly reassuring you that you were doing an amazing job and that he was there for you every step of the way.

As you pushed and struggled to bring your baby boy into the world, Toji never left your side. He kissed your forehead, stroked your hair, and whispered words of encouragement and love. And when you finally heard your baby's first cries, tears of joy streamed down both of your faces as you held each other and your newborn son. It was a moment that you would never forget, and one that only strengthened the love between you and Toji.

Crying as he heard the babys cries and watching as you sighed in relief. Staying with you the whole time as the doctors took your baby to clean him up.

“Mm so tired,” You said whispering, you felt pain all over you and your body was sweating profusely. You were in the verge of dying and the doctors immediately took you to the emergency room. Watching as your boyfriend held your child and had tears brimming in his eyes as you were rolled away in the bed.

When you brought your child home it was like a dream, Toji by your side and a beautiful baby boy aswell. People knew about your baby but not about the father. You wanted Toji to have privacy and not get harassed by paparazzi.

You spent your days in bed cuddled up with your boyfriend and your baby. He would always take care of him, changing his diaper and feeding him the breast milk you froze prior. He would cook for you, even thought all he knew what to cook was soup or making a simple sandwich.

He was the one taking care of you, making sure you got everything you needed. Extra blankets, medicine and helping you shower. The first time he saw you, you were terrified. Scared that he wasn't going to find you attractive since you just had given birth.

He treated you with kindness, taking days off work when you were feeling sick. He was like an angel sent just for you.

Monday picnic days were your favorite, going out in the park with your boyfriend and baby. Megumi cooing on your leg as you ate the sand while prepared hy Toji. His arm was wrapped around your waist, peppering kisses around your face.

As you spread out the blanket in the park, you couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment. The warm sun was shining down on you, the birds were chirping, and your boyfriend Toji was setting up the picnic basket. You laughed as Megumi excitedly crawled towards the basket, trying to grab a sandwich before it was even unpacked.

"You're just like your momma, always hungry," Toji joked, ruffling Megumi's hair as he handed him a sandwich. You smiled at the sight of your two favorite boys, a perfect day for a picnic.

As you sat down to eat, Toji wrapped his arm around your waist and pulled you in for a kiss. "I love you," he whispered against your lips.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with love for your little family. As you took turns feeding Megumi and sneaking bites of food for yourselves, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these simple moments.

"Hey, let's take a family photo," Toji exclaimed, pulling out his phone. You all huddled together, making silly faces and capturing the joy of the moment. As you looked at the photo, you couldn't help but feel grateful for these Monday picnic days. All of you, Toji, Megumi, and yourself, were smiling and laughing, enjoying each other's company.

Little did you know, paparazzi were lurking nearby. They snapped pictures of your little family, capturing the love and happiness that radiated from all of you. But these photos would later be used in an article that would ruin your relationship with Toji.

Life was good until that article was released. You had just come home from an award ceremony, feeling proud and accomplished. As you placed your bag down and kicked off your heels, you walked over to your baby's crib. You checked on Megumi, watching him sleep soundly. He was the one good thing that came out of this relationship with Toji.

But lately, things had been tough. You were constantly fighting, and you were tired of it. It seemed like every time you made plans to go out or have a date night, something would come up and you would have to cancel. Toji was tired too, the baby was stressing him out, and not having his girlfriend by his side was making it worse. It seemed like the paparazzi were the only ones benefiting from your relationship.

Your friends had been asking why your boyfriend hadn't proposed yet, even though you had been together for two years and had a child together. But the truth was, your relationship was struggling. Work had been overwhelming, with the stress of balancing your job and being a new mom. Your maternity leave had caused your contracts to pile up, adding even more pressure to your already hectic schedule.

You rarely had time to see your baby and Toji, let alone spend quality time with your partner. And when you did come home, you would often find him already in bed, your son sound asleep. His once playful and loving demeanor had turned distant and cold, his eye bags getting worse from the lack of sleep. And to make matters worse, you hadn't been intimate at all, adding to the growing divide between you two. It was hard to accept, but it seemed that having a child had caused problems in your relationship with your boyfriend.

The final straw for Toji was the day he saw you on TV, snuggled up with Megumi while the baby slept peacefully on his chest. His hand instinctively went behind his head as he reached for the remote, turning up the volume to watch your speech as you accepted the award for best actress of the year. You were stunning in a white silk dress, no doubt from a high-end designer. A wide smile graced your face as you thanked everyone, including your family and your "Babyboy" Megumi.

But Toji couldn't help but feel a twinge of hurt as you failed to mention him. It wasn't because you didn't care, but because he had asked you not to. He didn't want the world to know that he, a simple mechanic, was dating the most famous actress in Japan. He didn't want you to be judged or ridiculed for being with someone of lower status. As he watched you on TV, he couldn't help but wonder if he had made the right decision in keeping your relationship a secret. But in that moment, he couldn't deny the love he felt for you, even if it meant sacrificing his own pride and happiness.

And as he watched the tall, white-haired man wrap his arm around your waist and hug you tightly, Toji could feel a twinge of jealousy and anger bubbling up inside him.

He recognized that man all too well - the asshole actor who had come to Toji's mechanical shop and demanded a refund for his car's motor, claiming that Toji's work was subpar. And now, he was your co-star in a romance movie, which made Toji's blood boil even more. He hated the idea of you filming intimate scenes with someone else, even if it was all just acting.

But what angered Toji the most was the fact that the public saw you and Satoru as the "It" couple, even though you weren't even dating. The movie had made millions, and the audience was convinced that you and Satoru were the perfect couple, solely based on your on-screen chemistry. It was ridiculous and infuriating to Toji, who knew that no one could ever come close to loving you as much as he did.

So yes, Toji was fucking jealous. Toji knew that Satoru was a successful and well-known actor, and he couldn't help but feel inferior in comparison. He looked down at his son, Megumi, and thought about how different their lives would be. Megumi would grow up with a celebrity mother and most likely follow in her footsteps, while Toji would always be just a small mechanic working on cars.

But it wasn't just jealousy that consumed Toji's thoughts. He also felt guilty for feeling this way. He knew that you deserved to live your best life and be with someone who could offer you more than he could. You were a beautiful and ethereal actress, loved by fans all over the world, and he was just a simple mechanic. As he watched you on TV, he couldn't help but admire your talent and grace, knowing that he could never be like that.

But as much as it pained him, Toji knew that he had to let go of you. He couldn't keep holding onto the hope that one day you would choose him over someone like Satoru. He knew that you deserved someone who could give you the world, and he couldn't be that person. So with a heavy heart, Toji came to terms with the fact that he had to let you go, even though it broke his heart to do so.

As you walked up the driveway, your heels clicked against the pavement, the sound echoing off the nearby houses.

You couldn't help but feel your heart beating a little faster as you held the hand of your fiancée, Satoru Gojo. You were both carrying a handful of gifts for your son's 3rd birthday, your first time back at your ex's house since your split 2 years ago.

You were dressed casually in jeans and a tight black top, but your fiancée looked effortlessly stylish in a white polo and jeans, with a Versace belt adorning his waist. As you approached the front door, you took a deep breath, trying to calm your nerves. You knew that this meeting was important, not just for your son, but also for your ex-boyfriend, Toji.

Satoru was the perfect partner, always treating you with love and affection. He would surprise you with thoughtful gifts and take you out on romantic dates consistently, making you feel loved and appreciated. When he proposed, you were overjoyed and eagerly said yes, excited to spend the rest of your life with him.

However, as time went on, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and sadness whenever your son mentioned his father's new girlfriend. You tried to push these feelings aside, but they only seemed to grow stronger with each passing day. Maybe it was because she was just a regular person, working at a flower boutique across from Toji's mechanical shop. You couldn't help but compare yourself to her and wonder if she was better suited for Toji.

You decided to do some digging, wanting to know more about this woman who would now be a part of your son's life. But to your surprise, you couldn't find anything negative about her. In fact, she seemed like a genuinely kind and caring person. She spent her free time volunteering at charity events, using her earnings to donate to various organizations. You couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration for her, and maybe even a bit of guilt for feeling jealous in the first place.

Walking into the house that was once yours and Toji’s, the house were you raised your son until he turned one and a half years old. You felt tears brimming as you continued to walk into the house, passing by the picture frames, pictures of only your son and Toji. Your face no where to be found at the home were you used to wake up every morning, your son and boyfriend cuddled up with you.

The house that was your only source of peace and freedom. The house were you weren’t judged from. Now that you were engaged to Satoru you couldnt help but wonder what it wouldve been like, to be engaged to the father of your son Toji.

You immediately noticed the changes in the house. The once familiar couches and rug were gone, replaced by new, modern furniture. The house that used to bring you comfort now felt foreign and unfamiliar, much like your relationship with Toji.

As you made your way to the backyard, you saw everyone seated at different tables, chatting and enjoying the food that Toji's new girlfriend had cooked. Your heart sank as you realized that you were no longer a part of this family gathering. But then you saw your son, your beautiful baby boy, running towards you with a big smile on his face.

"Mommy!" he exclaimed, his arms open wide for a hug. You couldn't help but smile as you bent down to embrace him, feeling his little arms wrap around your neck. He was getting taller and it pained you to know that you were missing out on so much of his life. Toji had taken custody of him, claiming that you were too busy to raise him, and it broke your heart.

"Hi my love," you whispered as you lifted him up, his head resting on your shoulder. Satoru, Toji's brother, stood next to you and gently patted your son's head before going to place the gifts on the table. As you looked around at the happy faces of your former family, you couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and longing for what used to be.

You walked with your son, feeling but feel a pang of sadness and nostalgia as you saw Toji's back facing you. He had his arm around his new girlfriend's waist, the sun casting a warm glow on both of them. You couldn't deny that they looked good together, with their matching black short hair and easy smiles.

It had been months since you last saw Toji, and while he still looked the same, there was something different about him. He didn't have that same look on his face that he used to have when he was with you, the one that made your heart skip a beat. You couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy as Toji's girlfriend turned to face you with a bright smile.

"Hello! Nice to finally meet you," she said, extending her hand towards you. You hesitated for a moment, staring at her in disbelief. Taking her hand, you shook it firmly before responding,

"Hello, I'm Y/N. And you are?" Your gaze then shifted to Toji as he turned around, his smile never faltering as he introduced her

“This is Saori, my girlfriend.” He smiled at her before looking back st you watching as your gaze turned to something else not wanting to watch your ex boyfriend be all happy about his new girlfriend.

She was absolutely stunning. You couldn't help but admire her, even though you wanted to hate her for being with your ex. As Toji smiled at her and then at you, you couldn't help but look away, not wanting to see him so happy with someone else.

But as you stole glances at Saori, you couldn't help but notice how she seemed to light up the room. She was wearing a beautiful yellow sundress, adorned with delicate flowers, and it suited her perfectly. Her hair was styled in a cute and carefree way, showing off her flawless facial features.

You wanted to say something, anything, but your words were stuck in your throat. Your fiancé, Satoru, wrapped his arms around you possessively, a smirk on his face as he looked at Toji. "So this is the father of my step-son," he said, his tone slightly mocking. You could feel Toji's eyes on your hand as Satoru interlocked his fingers with yours, rubbing his thumb over your hand.

You stood there, watching your ex with his new girlfriend, you couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. But at the same time, you couldn't deny the fact that Saori was absolutely beautiful and seemed genuinely kind. You couldn't bring yourself to hate her, even though you wanted to.

Toji didnt know why he hated seeing you with him, maybe it was because he called it, he knew this was going to happened or simply because deep down he knew saori could never be you.

You smiled at them and excused yourself walking towards the table where all your friends sat. Satoru followed you like a lost puppy, not knowing anyone who came to the party besides his soon to be step son

Toji was so fucking jealous and he didn’t know why. Maybe it was because he had always called it, predicting that this would happen, or maybe it was because deep down he knew Saori could never be you.

Making your way to the table where your friends sat, you couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. They were your closest companions from acting school and they always knew how to make you feel better.

"Y/N!" Utahime practically jumped on you, squeezing you so tightly that you felt like you couldn't breathe. She was your pride and joy, your best friend who you had met during acting school. Despite the awkwardness of the situation with Toji and Saori, being with your friends made you feel at ease.

You smiled warmly at your friend, Utahime, she was beaming with excitement as she saw you, and you knew it was because of the news you were about to share. You motioned for your fiancé, Satoru, to come over and he smiled back at you before making his way to your side.

Utahime gave him a quick once-over before her eyes landed on your left hand. "Not let me see that ring!" she exclaimed, giggling as you held out your hand to show off the stunning engagement ring that Satoru had chosen for you.

As Utahime oohed and aahed over the ring, you couldn't help but feel a sense of happiness and contentment wash over you. Satoru was the love of your life, and you were grateful to have him by your side. He placed his hand on your back and pulled you closer, kissing the top of your head affectionately.

Utahime's expression turned serious as she looked at Satoru. "I swear, Satoru, if you ever hurt her-" she started, but he cut her off with a laugh.

"I would never do that to her," he reassured her, his eyes filled with love as he looked at you. "She's the love of my life." You playfully hit his arm, scrunching your nose at him before leaning into his side.

From afar, the heartbroken man watched as you and your fiancee stood together, admiring each other with love and happiness. He couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and pain as he saw you both, knowing that he could have had that kind of love with you.

Toji gazed at you, remembering the days when he would come home from work and see you with your newborn son. He would watch as you read a book for new moms, taking in every moment with your child. He could still hear your laughter and see your smile as you cuddled with your son, a sense of warmth and contentment radiating from you.

His mind then drifted to the times when you would surprise him with his favorite chocolate chip pancakes, your laughter filling the room as he devoured them with delight. Your joy and love were infectious, and he couldn't help but feel grateful to have you in his life well at least before he ruined everything.

But now, as he stood there, he could hear your laughter once again, but this time it was directed towards your fiancee. Saori handed a piece of cake to your son, his eyes lighting up with excitement.

Saori's eyes followed Toji's gaze until they landed on you, the woman he still loved. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and insecurity as she watched the way he looked at you. It was obvious that he still had strong feelings for you, despite their relationship.

She had always known about your past with Toji, but she never brought it up. It was like the word "love" was forbidden in her household. From the moment she met Toji, she could tell he was kind and sweet, and he still was to this day. But lately, she had noticed a change in his behavior. Maybe it was because of the announcement of your engagement that made him realize he was truly losing you.

She watched as Toji's gaze lingered on you, his eyes filled with longing and regret. And for a brief moment, he caught your gaze and the intensity of his stare made Saori feel like she was intruding on a private moment between the two of you. You glanced at him for a split second before looking back at your fiancée

His heart skipped a beat, a feeling that he had almost forgotten. It was a feeling he used to get when he saw you, and now, inexplicably, it was happening again. As you stood in front of him, he couldn't help but notice the softness in your eyes for a split second. It was a look he had not seen in a long time, a look that gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, you still loved him.

But he knew he couldn't hold onto that hope. He had made his choice when he let you go, and now he had to live with the consequences. As he walked into the house, his footsteps echoed in the empty hallway. It was the same hallway he used to walk down with you, hand in hand, laughing and talking about your future together.

Stopping himself, he placed a hand on his face, trying to push away the memories that were flooding back. He had to stop thinking about you and let you go. He had moved on, started a new relationship with Saori, someone who brought happiness back into his life after he broke up with you.

But deep down, he knew that he would always have a special place in his heart for you. You were his biggest regret, the one that got away. He regretted letting you slip out of his grasp, and now he was left with only memories of what could have been.

Walking into the kitchen, he opened the fridge and grabbed a glass bottle of beer. Popping the cap open, he took a sip of the sour liquor. It was a taste that he associated with you, as it was your favorite drink. He couldn't help but think about how much he missed you, how he would wake up in the middle of the night wishing the one he slept with was you and not Saori.

But he knew he couldn't turn back time. He had made his choice, and now he had to live with it. He took another sip of the beer, trying to drown out the thoughts and memories of you that were constantly haunting him. He had to let you go, for his own sake and for yours. It was time to move on and accept that you were no longer a part of his life.

Placing his half-empty beer down onto the cool marble of the kitchen cabinet, he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. His motivation was slipping, and he knew it. He hadn't been working as hard as he used to, and it was starting to show. The only thing that still drove him to push harder was you. The thought of coming home earlier and seeing your beautiful face was the one thing that kept him going.

He was lost in his thoughts when he heard the loud stomps of heels approaching him. As he turned to see your body charging towards him, he couldn't help but feel confused. That confusion quickly turned to surprise as you slammed a piece of cake down on the countertop in front of him.

You crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow at him, your eyes locking onto the beer in his hand. "Really, Toji?" you scoffed, "Are you letting your fucking girlfriend feed my child cake now?" Your tone was accusatory, and he couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt. But as he looked at you, he couldn't deny how fucking beautiful you looked in that moment. Despite being upset with him, he couldn't help but admire the way the light caught your features and the fire in your eyes.

"It's cake?" he asked, a glint of confusion his eye. You rolled your eyes, knowing exactly where this was going.

"Sato-," you began, but stopped yourself before saying his name. "Toji," you corrected, your arms falling to your sides. "You know how Megumi gets if he eats too much sugar," you reminded him.

Toji's heart broke when he heard you refer to your fiancée instead of him. "Did you just say his name?" he asked, trying to cover up the pain with a chuckle. A small grin curled onto his face, but the hurt in his eyes was hard to miss. "Didn't know you two were fighting so much," he teased, trying to lighten the mood.

But you weren't in the mood for jokes. You scoffed and shook your head, "Believe what you want, Toji. But please tell your girlfriend to not give my son sugar unless I say it's okay," you said, your voice firm. You couldn't help but give him a once-over, taking in his figure with a mixture of longing and sadness. Then, without another word, you turned to leave.

But before you could take another step, you stopped in your tracks. You turned back to face Toji, wanting to say one last thing. "And you should really stop drinking," you said, your voice softer now. "I don't want Megumi to have an alcoholic father, like I did," you confessed, before turning and walking away, leaving Toji alone with his thoughts and regrets.

He walked out back to the party, the sounds of laughter and music filling the air. As he made his way through the crowd, he couldn't help but feel a sense of emptiness inside. But then, he saw his son running towards him with a big smile on his face, and he couldn't help but feel a spark of joy. As he knelt down to hug his son, he couldn't help but notice the familiar features in his face.

He saw a glimpse of both of you in his son's face - the same eyes as yours, the same smile as his. It was like a piece of both of you were still together, living on in your son. Tears welled up in his eyes as he placed his hand on Megumi's chubby cheeks, feeling the softness and warmth. In that moment, he felt a wave of emotions .

He may not have you by his side anymore, but he had your son - a reminder of the love you shared and the memories you made together. And for that, he was grateful.

He may have lost you, but he still had a piece of you with him, and that was enough to keep him going.

Notes; was listening to Glimpse of Us by Joji and it inspired me to write this mini series.. It’s prob gonna have like 5 chapters max since it’s a small series! anyways wrote this at like 3 am welp.. Dividers by @/cafekitsune !!

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Relationship: Joel Miller x f!Reader

Content: Explicit sexual acts, Jackson!AU, no use of y/n, jealousy and angst, mentions of alcohol consumption/intoxication, kissing, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, soft dom Joel (lowkey)

Summary: It was difficult, but Joel had to set a boundary, one he's having trouble adhering to. And back in Jackson, things aren't any easier. When an old friend comes around, it muddies the waters. Joel tries his best to assure you that it's not what it looks like, but you won't be easily swayed.

Word Count: 5.4k +

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The ride back to Jackson was much brighter than your journey out. Fluttering in your chest kept you on edge, buzzing down to your fingertips, coursing through you like small bursts of lightning. All over one simple kiss.

Though it had been anything but.

Twenty minutes ago, Joel had you pinned on the wooden fence, moving his lips in tandem with yours, shattering your plaguing tension. Joel wasn't sure when, or if, he'd have made a move if he didn't seize that opportunity. He would've cursed himself if he hadn't tried.

And to his surprise, you had given him everything in return. You accepted his kiss with a dying thirst, and the passion had been for him. Someone, knowing so little of his sins, of his regrets, would give their love so freely. Someone wanted him.

His hands gripped the reins as the edge of Jackson came into view. He had a thousand things to say but didn't know where to begin.

He detested that it had to start here.

He spoke up finally, breaking the calm silence, "Listen, I think we should talk."

It didn't take you by any surprise. Even still, your heart sank.

You made the daunting choice to face him, inviting the conversation. You were asking for the dagger of newfound love to pierce your chest, for it to carve you open.

"Okay," you replied, coaxing your voice into neutrality.

The effort was in vain. There was a tightness in your throat that couldn't be shaken. Your voice shrank, barely coming out as a squeak. The sudden shift didn't go unnoticed by him. What expression of joy that had been there before had been replaced with worry. Joel's eyes averted to the ground. He hated this. Knowing that he spurred on this whole... situation, and worse, that he'd be the one to shatter the hope.

And fuck, the look on your face.

Joel made himself bear it. This was his punishment.

He sighed, "This... what happened back there.." He gestured between you, his words failing him.

The birds chirped happily around you, the only sound filling stagnant space. His half-dead sentence hung with his head. With aching pain in your chest, you finish it for him. You stilled your expression and resolved yourself to turn away. The words feel distant as you say them. They weren't yours - borrowed from the times you'd been through this before.

"It was a mistake."

He was thankful you weren't able to see him wince. Joel digested the words, but showed no agreement to them. He refused to let that be the truth. His breath came out slowly, exasperated.

"You got a habit of finishin' people's sentences, y'know that?"

The jab would've made you laugh were it not for the hole in your chest. And despite the effort made to lighten the mood, the pang of regret in Joel's chest grew.

He continued, voice terse, "If you think it was a mistake, then we can forget it. But, regardless-" he stopped himself, searching for the gentlest words. A way to make this painless.

"It can't happen again."

Telling yourself it was a mistake had not made it true, and had not prepared you for those final words. They were a death sentence.

You still held the lead, but you no longer feel his stare, the occasional glance. You were thankful for the distance, for the small amount of privacy it gave you to let welling tears fall. Jackson loomed even closer, just minutes away if Belle were to go at full speed. A frantic urge tore at you to race ahead, like breaking away would erase what happened - like it would take back what was already said and done.

There were a million things to say, but you knew it wouldn't change his stance. You mustered a small, simple nod. Joel didn't expect much after a blow this low. He understood the silence, for whatever reason you needed it - he anticipated anger, hoped for it, even. Welcomed it. It would give him closure after the shitshow he created.

If you left, forgot about all this trouble he caused, Joel could shift his focus elsewhere. It had been a futile effort since you came to town. You were a distraction. The worst kind.

It was enough justification, Joel thought, to be okay with this. To let things between you go stale. Untouched.

Dismounting Belle back at the ranch relieved your body, but your mind and heart were different matters. Joel dropped from his horse without a word, already started on the process of unloading his gear. You watched him as he's turned, noting a lower slump to his shoulders.

You shifted your attention back to Belle, mindlessly disassembling her gear. Your fingers fumbled dumbly with the buckles of her saddle, new tears blurring your vision. The silence between you and Joel this morning had been uncomfortable, but this....

Silence like this was far too heavy. It held too many unspoken words, and even more questions.

The quiet was no longer an issue when a new voice rung around the stables, cheery and bright.

"Joel!" It was the voice of a woman, "Oh my gosh, back already?"

You peered around Belle just in time to see her arms wrapping around Joel's neck, giving him a close hug. The stranger let out a delighted giggle before she nestled her face into the crook of his neck. Joel murmured something inaudible that broke the embrace.

Her small talk was empty save for obvious flirtations, her voice turning whiny and playful as she spoke. You couldn't help but cringe at her sickly sweet tone, the incessant pushing. Joel said very little, but that stupid grin never fell from her face. Her wide, green eyes drank him in. As if you weren't even there, ten feet away, privy to it all.

Bitch.

With an undetected sneer, you finish unloading and take Belle's lead in hand. You settle your rage to simmer beneath the surface while you lead Belle out of the stables.

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This was the last thing he needed right now. But here she was, thrown around his neck unashamedly, as if she'd been waiting so impatiently for his return. A slap in the face, compared to the situation he'd put you in an hour ago. You had truly been waiting for him. It had to be some sort of cosmic joke.

Joel placed a hand on her shoulder and gave a wry smile.

"Wasn't gone that long, Georgia."

Her eyes brighten hearing her name on his lips. The smile she wore was a stab to the gut. It shouldn't be her that was beaming, welcoming him, showing concern for his safety. Hers was not the face he wanted to fantasize about throughout his day. To come home to.

He patted her shoulder, hiding his contempt with a softer, weary smile, "Pretty tired after today, sorry. Not really feelin' it."

This wasn't the first time Georgia had been this doting. But the openness of it irked him, especially with the present company.

"Hmmm.... Sounds like someone needs to unwind," she suggested, lips tugging into a smirk. A serpentine look with her eyes crinkling proudly while a greedy smile formed. She always had a deeper motivation. He saw that spark igniting in her mind.

In the past, they had shared their need for intimacy - they fulfilled that need many times. She was a nice enough girl, he supposed. Joel thought it would be simple. No strings attached.

If he didn't turn her away soon, there was no telling how this evening would go. His need for a distraction almost tempted him into agreeing, but a flare of guilt in his chest instantly washed away the idea. It was unfathomable to think of this woman when you were so close by. And not when he was trying to still the feelings you'd brought about for him.

He stiffened, crossing his arms over his chest, "Tonight's not the best night. Gotta do a raincheck this time."

Even still, her smile didn't falter. If there was one thing she was worst at, it was taking a damn hint.

Georgia's eyes dart to the horse that started to leave the stables. She covered her mouth to stifle a giggle, her eyes wide in amusement. She whispered to him, pointing to the horse and who was guiding it outside.

"Uh oh, apparently we had company~"

Joel knew of said 'company'. Glaringly so.

He steeled himself as he joined Georgia in watching you leave. He noted how she watched you go with satisfaction, how her smile grew once you rounded the corner. Her joy was in such stark contrast to the anguish that flooded through him, seeping into his bones.

You didn't look back as you left.

I'm lost in admiration Could I need you this much? Oh, you're wasting my time- "You're just - just- just wastin' time-" you sang out, the lyrics slurring together. You refused to let yourself wallow, so you opted for the best way to forget. Alcohol.

It was better than dealing with stupid Joel and his stupid rules.

Plus, it detached the meaning of the lyrics, the ones about being overwhelmingly in love, being completely enamored with someone, unable to be without them. The cassette tapes you had collected were few, but Tears for Fears were a classic you played the most often.

"Something happens and I'm head over heels-" you sang out, swaying your hips with the beat. A brief fantasy flashed in your mind of Joel joining in from behind, holding you while you danced and sang. You envisioned him singing along, his voice low and gentle, even though you'd never heard him do so.

Yet the lyrics carried you away alone. You closed your eyes, letting the rhythm take you, a cup of mead in hand. Granted, it was probably a poor decision for Pete to give you a whole bottle to yourself, probably worse for you to have downed two glasses. But you felt free right now, blissfully ignorant to the outside world.

Until it came, quite literally, knocking at your door.

The rapping broke you out of your dancing. You panted softly as you paused the cassette player, the room growing uncomfortably still in the silence. Perhaps you kept the neighbors awake with your singing. Frosted glass on the front door revealed a familiar silhouette, making you freeze. Heat coursed through you as you reached for the handle, pulling the door open just enough to see your visitor.

Joel stood at the top of the steps to the house. He wore his usual serious expression, though it eased at the sight of you.

Whatever confidence the mead gave you earlier had vanished - the sudden appearance was sobering enough on its own. Your flushed cheeks were clear evidence of how you were dealing with this afternoon, that you wanted to forget what happened. Joel clenched his jaw, remorseful yet again. He was causing this, but had been desperately searching for a solution, in his own way. Unfortunately, 'his way' hadn't earned him many favors in the past. Joel knew that his abrasiveness would wear you down, your bright spirit, that light in your soul. If that didn't, then learning of his past certainly would - the heinous things he'd done to survive, the lives he'd ruined. They hadn't all been guilty, either, so the validity of 'survival' was in question. Those years held the most regret. Now he stood on your doorstep, carrying this invisible burden. He straightened his spine and squared out his shoulders, shifting nervously on his feet.

Maybe seeing you was the worse option. Maybe he was rubbing salt in the wound.

You straightened, frantically building your composure. Blush crept onto your cheeks as you greeted him in your bedclothes, glass of mead still in hand. Your oversized shirt and sleep shorts did little to help you look presentable and ready for the unexpected company.

"Hi," you greeted softly.

The smile you were longing to see was back. A rare softness had returned to Joel's features. He placed his hands on his hips.

Joel smiled down at you, his gaze tender, "Evening."

His damned voice could get you drunk on its own. That intoxicating Southern accent was as sweet and deep as whiskey.

The hair on the nape of your neck stood on end. This was the exact opposite of what you wanted. You needed the space and freedom to forget about Joel, and he landed at your doorstep.

He'd changed out of his old clothes, his hair tidier than before. Though he wasn't close enough to tell, you swore you caught a brief whiff of cologne. And here you were, in your pajamas, hair loose and unbrushed, completely unprepared.

You stammered, "Do- uhm... do you want to come in?"

Affection shone in his eyes at your flustered state; he gave you a once over, chuckling slightly. Joel prepared himself for this - truly prepared himself, in ways he hadn't done in months. Hell, he even found himself putting on cologne. He'd just gone to change his shirt, but the thought of seeing you after the fiasco from earlier had him fully prepared. Fully presentable.

There was a beat of silence that let Joel's eyes wander over your form. His gaze burned through your thin sleep shirt, roving over your bare legs with a greed that slipped through the cracks in his composure.

You stood in front of him with wide eyes, holding yourself around the waist, a new type of vulnerability you hadn't yet shown. He eyed the way you bit your lip, his focus whisked away by desire. Your outfit didn't help suppress Joel's imagination, either - it was the most exposed you'd been in front of him. He found himself selfishly taking you in, fully and properly.

Those shorts did no favors in hiding the curves of your thighs; your shirt did even more disservice to his willpower. It was thin, too thin. It hung off one shoulder to reveal your collarbone to him, hanging loosely at your chest, displaying your nipples poking against the fabric.

He snapped back to attention, clearing his throat before making his way inside, "Sure, thanks."

The door snapped shut behind you, keeping you and Joel in the new stifling proximity. You motioned generally to the space.

"Make yourself at home," you told him, the awkwardness slowly easing away. You made for the kitchen sink to return your half-downed glass of mead, breathing away your nerves. Joel took the cue in his own way, finding himself leaned comfortably against the kitchen counter, feet away from you.

His stare had hardened. You braced for another lecture.

"What happened back at the stables, I-"

Reintroducing the events erupted jealousy in your chest, and the residual buzz from the mead aired it out. You snapped, though the hurt was still evident in your cracked voice. There was no time for small talk. There could be no casual 'how was your day?' after what happened.

"Who was she?" Your demand struck him. He knew this would come.

Joel pressed his lips into a thin line before answering.

"Her name's Georgia. We've been friends for a while." He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops, avoiding your stare. He didn't want to confront the reality of his words, how they would pain you.

The words were chosen carefully, cherrypicked to be as vague as possible. He didn't want to explain Georgia when all he wanted was to dissolve her from his memory. Didn't want to see the hurt in your eyes, searching to understand.

It wasn't enough for you. It was a bullshit answer.

"Friends is the right term for it?" You pressed. Joel's eyes dart to yours before he pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing.

The term was empty as Joel's feelings for the other woman. He didn't spend much casual time with Georgia; he didn't enjoy her company. In truth, she was irritating - her only humor was harsh jokes, she was too invested in drama. But she was available at the time.

He should've waited. He didn't want to believe anyone else would come along, let alone as alluring as you. If Joel knew Georgia would've become such a pain, he wouldn't have entertained her to begin with.

His eyebrows knit together, "Do we really have to do this right now?"

"Yes, Joel," you hissed, "You're not gonna bullshit me - I already know. I know she's not a friend. People who are 'just friends' don't... act like that." You quote the words in the air. The anger had bubbled over the surface, just as Joel had anticipated.

In contrast to your outburst, Joel stood unyielding in his story.

He began, "We have history, alright?"

Your face flashed to frustration, but he continued, raising a hand to stop you. "It's been over a year. She had it out with her fiancé couple weeks back - she's just... dealing with it in her own way."

You scoffed, "So, you're fucking someone else's fiancée. Nice, Joel."

Joel's features hardened. His morals had been perpetually grayscale, so he didn't pay mind to the consequences of his choices. Georgia had been his escape, his secret, and now his biggest mistake.

"Was. Was fucking."

You countered, "Like that makes it better."

Joel doesn't expect his correction to change your feelings, but it's something. You snapped your mouth shut, exhaling deeply as you followed his suit, leaning against the kitchen counter. You took a deep breath before carrying on.

"So, what changed?"

It could've been a one word answer if Joel had the balls to admit it right then. His efforts had been to avoid complication. But he knew what he said next could shape everything.

So he opted for honesty. A vulnerable admission. The slight numbing in his fingers and pounding heart made him feel young again, in a way. He hadn't felt this jittery in decades. Joel wrung his hands together, nodding once. He'd made his choice.

"You came to Jackson."

Joel recalled the day you approached the massive gate, hobbling from a sprained ankle that wouldn't heal properly. He took watch from the wall, observing Jackson's newcomer from the vantage point, watching you depart with Maria. Despite your obvious injury, you kept a smile on your face, being grateful to have found safety.

It wasn't until your first group patrol that he saw you again. That time you were closer, and he was finally able to make out your features. Your wide eyes and a growing blush gave him a warm confidence. None of the other newbies had looked at him like that before. But, that time as well, he turned away.

He would be a fool to do it again.

"Things changed when you showed up, and I've been doing my best to keep things normal. I wanted to think that, at first, it was just some... y'know, mild flirting. And I liked that, I really did," Joel slowly inched closer as he continued. "I tried tellin' myself that it was nothing, but I can't find truth to that anymore."

Your legs turned to lead, unable to move, unable to deny him. Each nearing step heated your stomach, flipped it over itself, and shot your heart to your throat. Joel now stood inches away, pinning you against the counter like he'd done at the fence.

"I tried convincing myself a lot of things. That you wouldn't feel the same, that maybe I was misreading things, or maybe it was all just- just some dumb crush, or whatever." It felt stupid to say it, but that was the feeling. A crush.

It was laughable, an old man like him feeling that young love again. Yet, here was someone who could consume his full attention with a single smile. You had a depth of feeling and care that he couldn't measure up to, not in a lifetime. There was no undoing his damage.

You didn't share that belief.

Your eyes flickered to his as you raised a hand to his cheek. The scruff of his beard itched into your palm, your fingers carding into the salt-and-pepper hair. His skin was weathered and warm, tanned from years under the Texas sun. The crinkles around his eyes displayed both his age and his affection. They tightened a certain way when he smiled - you wondered if he knew that about himself, the simple beauties of him. Subtle details that only one in love would notice.

You lowered your voice to a whisper, "Well, do you think you have it figured out now?"

His stare lingered on your lips too long. As good as his poker face was, Joel's eyes gave his desire away. Your gentle touch thawed out his hardened look. He sighed softly.

Joel knew that his answer would seal his fate. He would have to accept any 'complications' that followed.

Wordlessly, Joel dipped his head lower, brushing his lips tentatively over yours. Your hand slipped behind his head to draw him in, to take those last few millimeters and shove them aside, to take it all.

You released a wanton moan past Joel's parting lips. He took it on with his own low groan - a deep, possessing noise that pooled heat between your legs. It was Joel's body pressing you to the counter that kept you stable, but his adventurous hands did you no favors. He broke his mouth from yours, panting.

"Do you have any idea how hard this's been for me?" His breath was hot against your neck, slowly creeping to your ear. "With all your damn teasin', it's been hard to hold myself back. Shit, I tried."

His words melted your core. You shifted your thighs together to find the evidence of your desire, just how wet you'd gotten.

A warm, open kiss landed under your jaw, making you shudder. A small moan left you involuntarily. Such a bright, mystifying, intoxicating sound that had Joel breathless against your skin. His hands found your waist, gaining purchase on the fabric of your shirt, tugging desperately at its hem.

You bucked your hips forward, only to find a growing bulge in Joel's worn jeans, firm and warm against your belly. Drool pooled in your mouth at the feeling of him, and your hands itched to reach downward.

Joel's hands cupped under your ass, kneading into the soft flesh before he hoisted you up and onto the kitchen counter. The biting cold of it pressed into your legs, quickly replaced with Joel's warmth gliding over skin, each shuddering breath coursing through you.

His mouth worked down to your collarbone, his sentences were broken between kisses laid along your collarbone.

"You knew it, too, didn't you, sweetheart?" Kiss. Joel's hands still idly toyed with the hem of your shirt, slowly inching his fingers under it. You throw your head back against the cabinet, rolling your hips forward as invitation.

"You knew what you were doin', flirting with me like you've been-" He lowered himself down, kissing over the fabric of your shirt, letting it stand between you for now.

Greedy hands crept up your thighs, igniting your skin along the way. Tightness grew in your abdomen while he moved along, planting hot kisses across your chest. Joel worked meticulously to deny you and keep you waiting for more. His mouth landed kisses below a nipple, then on the right, then on the left, before repeating the moves on the other breast.

He didn't leave you unattended. Joel cupped your neglected tit, working it slowly in his hand, reaching for your perk nipple. His fingers work it thoroughly, pinching and twisting, listening to your beautiful noises.

"Joel," you cried out, your hands finding his broad shoulders. His muscles flexed and stretched under your fingers, his chest rising and falling in time with your hurried breaths.

This is what he'd been wanting to hear: you saying his name. Not from Georgia, not from anyone else's lips. And now you laid here beneath him, uttering it like it was holy.

It was music to his ears.

Joel hummed lowly, the sensation reverberating through your entire being. A teasing warmth played with your nipple - Joel's tongue had come out to play. He laid it flat against the sensitive bud, still through your thin shirt, but it gave little barrier. You could still feel his tongue circling your nipple before lapping slowly, drawing out a new shuddering moan. He groaned beneath you with great satisfaction.

"That's it, sweetheart," Joel murmured, "lemme hear you. Tell me how good it feels, baby."

With your senses alight, you couldn't form words. Instead, you let out another cry as Joel caught your nipple between his teeth. He chuckled softly at your noise, replying with a gentle smack on your ass. This was far more tender than how he'd normally be. It would be his biggest lesson with you - restraint. Until you told him otherwise, he'd tread carefully.

Your hips widened to invite him closer, yet Joel left the distance as it was, taking the opportunity to bring his hand to your front. His mouth found yours once more with great desperation, as if the only clean air was what you shared. His teeth tugged at your lower lip, pulling away just enough for you to start to whine.

"Joel," you whimpered weakly, "Joel, I need more."

The request lit a fire in him. It was more than just permission, you were just as deprived as he was.

"More?" repeated Joel. You nodded quickly. He leisurely stood with a wide smirk, towering over you, his hand gliding lazily along your inner thigh. Joel mirrored himself on the other side, working his hands up the inside of your legs, so close to finding home. It's hardly enough, and yet too much. Your legs splayed out on either side, quivering, as you look up at Joel.

The neediness of your expression would've had Joel undressed in seconds, but he needed to take his time.

His gaze stripped you bare. He met your eyes as one of his hands meandered up your thigh, securing its spot at the waistband of your shorts.

Joel spoke idly while he hooked his rough, calloused fingers at the band, "Needy lil' thing, aren't ya?"

There was no time or breath to reply. Your breaths began to shudder as Joel used both hands to work your shorts down. The seconds feel like hours, but neither of you are willing to rush this. After holding back and stifling your feelings, this is what you deserved.

Quickly, Joel's lips wander down your neck, just as he helped you shift your legs out of your sleep shorts, slowly but surely. You kicked them off, letting them fall at Joel's feet, baring you before him.

He didn't know how to place it, but keeping your shirt on added to the seduction, still having part of you hidden from him until later. Another surprise would be waiting for him. For now, there was work to do.

"Don't worry, honey, I'll give you watcha need. I'll take good care of you," cooed Joel, who now led his index finger further up your thigh. It wasn't until he broke away that the praise began to flow.

Holding your thighs splayed out, Joel hissed through his teeth. Your pussy was on full display for his viewing, bare and dripping. He dropped to his knees before you, leveling himself at your entrance, his parted lips inches away from your needy hole.

He exhaled, parting your slit with a thumb. You were beyond what he imagined. Your pussy pathetically clenched down on nothing, desperate to be filled.

"Ain't that a pretty sight," Joel teased, suddenly running circles on your clit with his tumb. You whimpered into your palm, trying to stifle your sounds.

Pleasure coiled persistently in your stomach, creeping up your spine. Joel eyed your cunt as it trembled under his touch, smiling in awe - he'd never seen a body so beautiful.

Joel observed your writhing under his touch, memorizing every movement, burning them into his memory. Which touches made you arch your back, which ones made your thighs tremble. Your body, all on its own, ached and throbbed for him. He was the luckiest man alive.

And that desperate, pleading look on your face... God damn him.

This was far beyond what he had anticipated for this visit. If he had a lick of sense in him, Joel would've stayed at his own place. But even as he sat on his couch with his guitar on his knee, you wormed your way into his train of thought. Hell, you were the damn conductor of it. It wasn't until the sixth slip-up that Joel resolved himself to do something. The thought of you infiltrated everything - his work, his hobbies, his sleep.

Sleep had been most difficult, given that Joel pictured you there, too.

He couldn't have predicted this outcome, though. Joel leaned closer to your needy pussy, hovering his mouth over your swollen clit, relishing in the small moans you produced. His hands found your waist and gripped securely, testing the security of your position.

"Joel, please," you begged softly, "I can't take this anymore."

Your whining brought out a low chuckle from him, to add to your frustration. You groaned, bucking your hips forward. If he wasn't going to give you what you needed, you'd do your best to take it.

The grip on your waist tightened. A warning.

You looked down to find his stare intently on yours, his eyes overcast with lust. Speechless at the scene before you it was impossible to move, to look away. Joel kept your stare as he parted his lips to reveal his tongue, dipping lower and pressing it flat against your clit. The warmth was an instant, white-hot pleasure that drew your body into him.

"Oh, fuck-" you gasped. Joel hummed happily against your clit in response, swirling his tongue gingerly. He tested your waters once again, switching directions and rhythm, slipping his tongue around the entrance of your cunt.

He broke away with much protest on your end. Before you could utter a complaint he melted you once more.

"You sound so goddamn beautiful," muttered Joel. "You have no idea how many times I thought about this, pretty girl."

You mewled at the praise as Joel introduced a finger at your entrance, tending to your deprived hole as he showered you again.

"The number of times I pictured this moment... it's almost shameful. But I just couldn't help myself," he inched his finger deeper with each pause, drawing out your hissing breath. "And believe me, I tried to fight it back, but then I'd see you again, and it started all over."

With that, Joel curled his finger to greet your sweet spot. Crying out, you bit into your hand.

"Awh, what's wrong, sweetheart? You feelin' shy?" Joel teased darkly, "Don't want the neighbors to hear how good I'm making you feel?"

He savored the sound that fell from your lips, and he added a second finger. Curling masterfully like before, you were slowly stretched around him, walls fluttering as the coil in your belly tightened. Joel worked his fingers dutifully, angling deeper, he needed to hear you again - fuck the neighbors, let them find out. They'd get a good show, that's for sure.

His fingers' occupied state let Joel stand again, his lips and mustache glossy from your slick. A sly, devilish smile was your only sign to prepare yourself. Joel watched your face contort as he found a quickening pace. There was an obscene harmony filling the room - your sweet noises, and the sound of Joel's fingers plunging into your pussy.

"Hah.... hah... fffuck... Joel-"

"I know, pretty girl, keep it up. You can do it."

"I can't... I think I-I'm gonna... hah... I'm gonna-"

He commanded, "Give it to me, sweetheart. Show me whatcha look like when you fall apart."

You were pushed to the edge, and Joel sent you tumbling over it. Your climax slammed through you with a barrage of stars scattered across your vision. The world around you muffled, and while you couldn't make out what Joel said, you could see the satisfaction on his face.

Slowly, the world came back, and your breath began to slow. A satisfied grin plastered on your face, your body sated and languid. Joel tilted his head, smirking. The question begs an answer.

"Oh, honey, what am I gonna do with you?"

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"Sometimes I think you don't respect me." He says with tired eyes, as if he's about to fall asleep.

"And that's because?"

"Because... you do these things, that I've told you upset me, yet you can't seem to cater to my needs just for once."

"That's because, general. Your needs include me staying by your side all the time and not talking to any other human being that isn't you. I think those, ah "demands" are fairly unreasonable." You lash out at him, speaking through gritted teeth.

He could roll his eyes in this moment.

"You're twisting my words," He hums again, seemingly uninterested. "The only thing I asked from you, ___. Is to stop batting your pretty little lashes at every man you encounter every time you want something." His gaze drifts up to you, quickly, sharp. "I do not want to be in the need to mark my territory like some kind of wild animal."

"Maybe I do that because I want you to mark your territory." You answer with a humorless chuckle.

"Mmm-hmm, whatever you say." He stands up, pushing his chair out of the way with a little more strength than he would've liked to. "If you excuse me, this conversation is boring me quite a lot, and I've got better things to do than deal with your... strange ways of toying with me."

You both sigh once you are out of each others sight.

He tosses and turns in bed, unable to sleep even when his eyes hurt and his lids feel heavier and heavier. He stares at the ceiling, the image of you evoking both anger and sadness into his mind.

Why can't you just behave?

The next couple of days are awkward, you don't cross that many words. Only polite greetings, nods of acknowledgement as a response to waves of a hand.

The third day, you're inside his bedroom. His large hands over your figure, he's so tall, you wonder just how is he able to fit through doors without hitting himself in the head most of the time. The thought is amusing enough to make you smile as he peppers kisses all over your neck.

"You're making me loose it, ___." He whispers, his tongue traveling from the nape of your neck to your jaw. "I want to... pin you down on the bed and fuck you until all you can do is think of me." He groans, hiding his face in your chest, his voice muffled as he speaks. He's always so blunt, not worrying about embarrassing words or lewd comments, you fluster at this. "I only restrain myself because I can't stand it when you nag me about bruises and hip pain."

"It wasn't my intention to bother you, general."

"I know," His eyes fix on yours again, half lidded. He traces the curve of your back, his fingers digging into the soft skin. "But maybe bruising you and leaving bite marks all over you is the only way to mark my territory over you, at least enough for you to behave." He smirks. "You're quite pliant once you get a good fuck from my behalf."

"Shut up," You push him away, covering your face with your hands. "I don't want to have to wear turtlenecks all year just because you're jealous."

"Then I guess there's another solution." You look at him through your fingers, his sword is laying next to him, he traces the blade with his calloused fingers. "Would you let me cut my name into your soft skin?"

Your eyes widen, and you try to take a step back. You shake your head in disagreement once your back hits the cold wall.

"No, what?" You ask in disbelief. His expression darkens, he gives out a tired smile.

"I just think there's no other way for you to love me."

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As the sun dipped low in the sky, casting a warm glow over the bustling city streets, you and your boyfriend strolled hand-in-hand, your hearts filled with the giddy excitement of new love. You both had only started dating a few years ago, but the honeymoon phase was still in full swing. Every moment together felt like a whirlwind of passion and discovery.

You two decided to take a break from your usual routine and visit a quaint café nestled in the heart of the city. Its cozy atmosphere and soft jazz music provided the perfect backdrop for an intimate conversation. As you settled into a corner booth, you noticed a familiar face across the room. It was an old friend from high school, someone you hadn't seen in years.

"Hey, is that my friend?" You exclaimed, your eyes lighting up with recognition.

Todoroki, with his stoic demeanor, followed your gaze. His heterochromic eyes narrowed slightly as he observed the man. Your friend was tall and charming, with a playful smile that could light up any room.

"Yeah, I geuss so," Todoroki replied, his voice calm and composed. "You two know each other?"

You couldn't contain your excitement as you reminisced about the good old days. "Oh, we go way back! We were close friends in school. I haven't seen him in ages!"

Todoroki's expression remained neutral, but a hint of possessiveness crept into his voice. "I see. And what brings him here?"

Before you could respond, your friend had already spotted you and was making his way over with a broad grin. "Well, well, if it isn't my long-lost friend! You look even more stunning than I remember!"

You blushed at the compliment, feeling a rush of nostalgia. The two friends embraced warmly, laughing as they caught up on the years that had passed. Todoroki, ever the composed gentleman, sat back and observed the reunion.

As the conversation flowed, you and your companion reminisced about old times, shared jokes, and laughed uncontrollably. Todoroki's gaze grew more intense, his jealousy simmering just beneath the surface. He wasn’t used to sharing your attention, especially with a man as charismatic as him.

"So, what brings you two lovebirds out today?" he asked, his eyes darting between you and Todoroki.

You giggled, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Just a casual date. We're enjoying the city and each other's company."

He winked playfully. "Ah, the honeymoon phase. Enjoy it while it lasts. But remember, variety is the spice of life!"

Todoroki's jaw clenched ever so slightly at the suggestion, his stoicism momentarily slipping. "We're quite content with our arrangement, thank you."

You sensed the tension between the two men and decided to steer the conversation in a different direction. "So, what have you been up to all these years? Last I heard, you were traveling the world."

As the café buzzed with laughter and chatter, Todoroki's jealousy simmered like a pot about to boil over. He watched as you and your old pal engaged in playful banter, your laughter filling the air. The sight of your joy with another man ignited a fire within him—a possessive desire to remind you that you were his and his alone.

The conversation flowed effortlessly, and before you knew it, hours had passed. You and him exchanged contact information, promising to catch up more often. As your friend bid his farewells, Todoroki stood, his tall frame exuding an air of silent authority.

"Let's head home, my love," he said, his voice a low, husky whisper. "I think a punishment is in order."

You, intrigued by his sudden intensity, followed Todoroki out of the café, your heart racing with anticipation. The walk back to your shared apartment was filled with unspoken tension, the air crackling with electricity.

Upon entering your cozy sanctuary, he wasted no time. He pulled you close, his strong arms wrapping around your waist. His lips found yours in a hungry kiss, demanding and possessive. You melted into his embrace, your body responding to his unspoken claim.

"You are mine," he growled against your mouth, his breath hot on your skin. "And I intend to remind you of that fact."

His hands roamed freely, exploring your curves with a sense of urgency. He traced the outline of your breasts through your dress, his thumbs grazing your hardening nipples. You moaned into his mouth, your body yearning for more.

Todoroki's fingers deftly unbuttoned your dress, revealing your luscious curves. His eyes darkened with desire as he feasted upon your beauty. He pushed the dress off your shoulders, letting it pool at your feet, leaving you standing before him in nothing but your lingerie.

"So beautiful," he whispered, his voice thick with lust. "But I want all of you."

He guided you towards the bedroom, his hands never leaving your body. As you reached the bed, Todoroki pushed you gently onto the soft sheets, his eyes burning with intensity.

"Spread your legs for me," he commanded, his voice low and raspy.

You complied, your heart pounding with anticipation. His gaze fixed on your exposed pussy, wet and glistening with desire. He knelt between your thighs, his breath hot against your sensitive skin.

"I'm going to show you who you belong to," he murmured, his fingers tracing your folds, eliciting a soft moan from your lips.

Todoroki's skilled fingers danced over your clit, teasing and tantalizing. He slid two fingers inside your dripping wetness, curling them to find your sweet spot. You arched your back, pushing against his hand, pleading for more.

"Please, Sho," you begged, your voice breathless. "I need more."

With deliberate slowness, he added a third finger, stretching you, filling you with a delicious fullness. His thumb continued to work your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.

"You like that, don't you?" he growled, his voice a mix of pleasure and dominance. "Feeling my fingers deep inside you, claiming what's mine."

You could barely form a coherent response, your body trembling on the edge of release. "Yes, yes, I do," you managed to whisper.

Todoroki's fingers quickened their pace, his thumb applying firm pressure to your clit. Your body tightened, every nerve ending tingling with anticipation.

"Cum for me, my love," he urged, his breath hot on your neck. "Let me feel you come around my fingers."

His words were like a trigger, sending you over the edge. Your back arched off the bed as a powerful orgasm ripped through you. You cried out, your body trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

Todoroki didn't stop, continuing to fuck you with his fingers as your orgasm subsided. He wanted to prolong your pleasure, to imprint the memory of his possession deep within you.

As your body calmed, Todoroki withdrew his fingers, leaving you breathless and satisfied. He climbed onto the bed, his eyes smoldering with desire.

"Now, it's my turn," he said, his voice filled with hunger.

He stripped off his clothes, revealing his chiseled physique. His cock, hard and throbbing, stood erect, ready to claim you once more.

"I want to feel you around me," he growled, positioning himself at your entrance.

You eagerly spread your legs, inviting him in. Todoroki thrust forward, filling you with one smooth motion. Your bodies moved in perfect harmony, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through you.

"Yes, take me," you moaned, your nails digging into his back. "Fuck me, Sho!."

He complied, his hips moving in a steady rhythm, each stroke hitting your sweet spot. His hands gripped your hips, guiding him deeper with each thrust. Your bodies glistened with sweat, the scent of sex filling the air.

At this point, he didn’t care about the events that happened beforehand. You felt too fuckin’ unreal. "You feel so fucking good," he grunted, his breath coming in short gasps. "Tight and warm around me."

You matched his rhythm, your body moving in sync with his. The pleasure built, intensifying with every stroke. Todoroki's cock, slick with your juices, slid effortlessly in and out, driving you both closer to the brink.

"I'm close," you whispered, your voice hoarse with desire. "I want to cum with you."

Todoroki's eyes flashed with determination. "Together, my love. Cum with me."

He quickened his pace, his body tensing as he neared his release. You felt his cock swell inside you, and with a few final, powerful thrusts, he came, filling you with his hot cum. The sensation sent you over the edge, your body convulsing in a powerful orgasm, milking every last drop from his throbbing shaft.

You lay entwined, your hearts racing and your bodies glistening with sweat. Todoroki's punishment was fulfilled, and you were left in no doubt as to whom you belonged to.

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For the new years prompts- sirius and the friend kissing one except maybe throw some good old jealousy angst in there? Like maybe reader comes to the party either with someone or with the hopes of convincing a specific someone to be their new years kiss- only for that plan to backfire and maybe that person either isn't interested or they're with a date or something- so sirius swoops in and is like you know what you really wanted this so let's just do it for fun (but in reality he's head over heels for reader and is screaming in joy on the inside)

Hehehehe I did some cute lil fluff with a hint of jealousy angst. Thank you for the request ❤︎ ❤︎

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A midnight kiss

Sirius Black x Fem!!reader

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cw: fluff, two (2) swears, smoking

The Marauders’ New Year’s Eve party is already in full swing by the time you arrive. You know you’re late, and not in the fashionable sense. From outside, you can hear the music pulsing. It only gets louder as you open the door, entering a living room that’s packed with familiar faces. You immediately see your friends and head over to them.

“You made it!” Lily exclaims loudly to be heard over the music. 

She pulls you into a tight hug.

“Is… he here?” you say into her ear. 

You would’ve whispered it but decided against it, given the volume of the room and the smell of alcohol on her breath. She pulls back, nodding eagerly. She spins you around, leaning on your for support, and spots across the room. 

Amos Diggory is attempting to talk to a girl you recognized but didn’t know the name of. You don’t like how she keeps leaning in closer to him. Out of nowhere, his arm is around her shoulders as he leans in closer to her face. You turn away before you can see too much.

“Did they come together?” you ask Lily.

“No. He came in with a few other guys.”

You nod and scan the rest of the room. You decide you need a little bit of liquid courage if you’re going to try to pull Amos away from the girl as it got closer to midnight. You give Lily a smile and squeeze her shoulder before going to find the drink table.

You don’t notice Marlene disappear from Lily’s side as you walk away. Marlene made her way to the back patio, where Sirius was smoking his way through a pack of cigarettes. 

“She was just late, you git,” she says, leaning her head out the door. 

Sirius turns his head briefly. He had jumped through several hoops to absolutely ensure that you would be at their party. You were friends with Lily, Marlene and the rest of the girls, but you had other friends. Sirius had talked to James and Remus, who in turn carefully asked the girls about your plans, if you had any. With a little bit of finessing, the boys convinced the girls to get you to the party. So when you hadn’t shown up, Sirius’ heart sank.

“She’s here? Like now?” 

His hand rests near his leg. He’d drop his cigarette the moment Marlene confirmed your presence. 

“Yeah,” Marlene says with an annoyed breath. “That’s what I said, innit?” 

The cigarette falls from his hand and he squashes it under his boot. He immediately goes for the door, but Marlene is still standing in his way.

“You should know, ah, don’t shoot the messenger, but she’s hoping to kiss Diggory at midnight.”

The hopeful smile that had been on his face moments earlier is gone. He had gone through all that work to get you here and you had your eyes on a different guest? He shakes his head in disbelief. 

“What could she possibly see in that bastard?” 

Marlene shrugs as she moves out of the way to let Sirius back into the house. He feels that he needs to find you. He needs to get you under his arm for the countdown to midnight. He weaves through all the people in James’ house. He finds Lily first, but she lost sight of you when you went to get a drink and now she’s looking for James. You’re not at the drink table when Sirius gets there. He regrets not asking Marlene what you were wearing, at least that would’ve made it semi-easier to spot you. 

You aren’t trying to avoid Sirius. You don’t even know that he’s looking for you. Clutching your drink tight to your chest in between sips, you mill around the party. You never stand in one spot for too long. You know you know people at the party, but there’s no one to dance with and without Lily, Marlene or even Mary in sight, you have no one to talk to. So you keep walking and nursing your drink. You don’t even realize you finished it until you go to take a sip and come away with nothing. You circle back to the drink table and you’re suddenly not thirsty any more.

Amos is busy shoving his tongue down the girl’s throat just a few steps away. 

“Get a fucking room,” you mumble to yourself as you turn away.

You feel your face burning, but you don’t care. No one’s watching you. You push through the crowd. There’s nothing you want more right now than a little bit of space and maybe some quiet. You end up in the kitchen, taking deep breaths and leaning over the island with your head in your hands.

“Hey, you okay?” 

You’d know that voice anywhere. Sirius. 

“Yeah. Fine. Just need a breather.” 

He doesn’t believe you. He had finally spotted you when you returned for your drink, and then he saw what you saw. He would be lying if he said there was a part of him that was happy Amos was already kissing someone else. Sirius leans over the island from the other side, hoping you’ll look up at him.

“I’d have to be daft to believe that you’re fine. What’s wrong, pretty girl?” 

You do look up at Sirius. It’s more for the pet name than his concern. You don’t think you’re close enough with him to warrant being called ‘pretty girl.’ You sigh. The look of concern on his face feels genuine and what would it hurt?

You wave toward the kitchen door that separated you two from the rest of the party.

“Just saw the guy I was hoping would be my midnight kiss necking with someone. No biggie.”

“You’re with a bloke and he’s snogging someone else?” Sirius asks with a raised eyebrow, feigning ignorance. He knew you weren’t dating Amos. 

You chuckle at the question. 

“No, Black. We’re not, me and the guy, we’re not together. I’m just a hopeful. … Thought it’d be fun or something… I don’t know.”

“Nothing wrong with being hopeful,” Sirius says. 

If there was, he’d be in deep trouble, he thinks.

“Do you want someone to kiss? At midnight?” Sirius asks.

“Would it be bad if I did?” you say with a laugh as you bite the inside of your lip. “Always thought it’d be romantic or something. Ring in the new year right…”

“I know I’m not whoever you were hoping for, but I don’t have anyone to kiss. So if you want, we could. For fun, or something, you know?” 

You take his expression in. There’s a smirk on his face in the most classic Sirius fashion. Frankly, you’re surprised that he didn’t have anyone lined up, although you suppose he might be the kind to usually just grab whoever is nearest. You nod slowly.

“Yeah. That’d be… nice. Thanks, Sirius.”

The smirk shifts into a wide smile. 

“Don’t go far then.”

You and Sirius both turn to leave the kitchen when the count down chant begins. For a reason you can’t explain, you stay in the kitchen, not trying to join the rest of the party. Sirius wraps his arm around your waist and you stare up into his grey eyes. The numbers seem to echo distantly. They still register in your brain though. 

When the voices from outside yell ‘Happy New Year!,’ Sirius crashes his lips to yours. You know full well that a New Year’s kiss is usually only a moment. A singular second of lips pressed together to celebrate the beginning of a year. But as soon as you felt his lips on yours, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. You don’t pull back. You let your lips move against his. His grip on your waist tightens as he realizes that you’re not pulling back. You think you could’ve stayed like that for a while

But the sound of cheering and yelling from the party roars back to life and the music is playing louder than before. When Sirius pulls away, his eyes search your face for some kind of reaction. While he is more than pleased with how this turned out, he needs to know what you thought.

His features relax when he sees your smile. 

“I think that’s the best way to ring in the new year, yeah?” you breathe. 

“I’d have to agree.”

You gently run a hand down the side of his face. Maybe you’d find yourself next to Sirius more often this year.

[justawritterwithideas]

law in pink | s.r

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summary: A case takes them to Massachusetts, where you are reunited with your past and the people who carry it.

warnings: a bit of jealousy on Spencer's part, though overall nothing so far in this part.

this story is spencer reid (season 7) x ssa elle woods!reader

words: 1,185 words.

a/n: after a while, I finally bring you the third part of law in pink, the truth is that I've been wandering a lot about what to write, but I finally found it. I want to point out that this "chapter" will be divided in two or three parts (I'm not sure yet), to reward you for your time. Without anything else to add, thanks for reading.

Working in the FBI field always ended up surprising you.

Not because every day was a new adventure, with new cases that could border on the edge of human sanity, but because it could bring you face to face with people from your past.

A new case had dragged you to Massachusetts, where you saw old faces you recognized on your way to the police station.

The conversation with Emily was what was stealing your attention, and even more so when it was about one of the topics you dealt with the most, besides the criminal code, and that was hair care. You had recommended a new product to the woman and she was talking to you about how good her hair looked, it even looked shinier than usual from both perspectives.

"I know! Plus, it's not tested on animals and their products are 100% natural, it's like a little bit of paradise in your hands." You commented sipping from your coffee, placed your bag to the side as you watched Spencer walk in with a folder in his hands and well focused on it.

It was no secret that after his gift it had caused the two of you to connect a little more than usual, and everyone could tell with the little love language gestures you each had on each side, like how every morning you gave him his coffee the way he liked it because you had memorized them or how he took care to save you a spot next to him on the jet where the sunlight would hit so your skin would get the vitamin D it needed for the day.

You quickly pushed away the chair that was in front of the map the opposite had drawn up and watched him sit down, returning to your conversation with Emily. Spencer thanked you with a silent gesture, causing you to smile as you listened intently to Emily converse about the difference in her hair from week to week.

But, their conversation was interrupted as Derek and J.J were entering the room with a box of donuts.

"The breakfast express had just arrived, ladies... And Spencer." The smell of frying and sugar made you immediately turn to the table to see that they had found just the donuts you had been chatting about a couple of days ago.

"Are those the gluten-free donuts? I haven't seen them in years, they look just as delicious as when I was here." Your voice let out a soft sound of joy, approaching the one glazed with pink and had a flower drawn on top. "These are the best donuts you'll ever taste, and it's also suitable for the gluten intolerant."

The sweet taste of the donut made you stir as you brought a hand to your mouth in surprise, it was as if the past had just slapped you in the face.

You turned in the direction of Spencer, who looked quite immersed in his work.

"Spencie." The man looked up at your call. You brought the doughnut close to his face and smiled, letting the scent of your 'Miss Dior' perfume permeate his nose. "Try it."

"Ah, no thank you. I am at the moment somewhat busy, Y/N..." His hand was trying to push yours away, plus you kept watching him with that look that caused Spencer to give you the whole world. "B-besides! I'm faithful to my chocolate donut with sprinkles-"

"With sprinkles on top... Come on, Spencer, I'm not asking you to eat it all, just taste it."

The tasting-not tasting fight they were carrying on was interrupted when Hotch walked in where his face showed quite a bit of annoyance.

"What's going on, Hotch?"

"The suspect's lawyer is in the interrogation room." Commented Rossi, who simply modulated 'he's a jerk'.

"He's coming to talk to us now." Finished Hotch, who was heading straight for a cup of coffee but didn't quite reach for it when a rather annoying voice interrupted him.

You didn't know if it was your imagination or the memories of that place that made you cough, the smell of expensive cologne and mint made you push the donut away from your hands. You set it down on a napkin, listening as it echoed back to that voice that once spoke honeyed words to you.

"Agents, a pleasure. I'm defense attorney, Warner Huntington III."

Where was the closest place to hide from that character? You thought, but you wouldn't let the man you used to call "teddy bear" get you down at that moment.

" Lawyer Huntington, this is the BAU team. Agent Rossi, Morgan, Jareau, Prentiss, Dr. Reid and Agent Woods."

Your gaze connected with Warner's, who let out a gasp of surprise at the sight of you.

"Y/N... Wow, it's been a while, darli-"

"It's good to see you, Attorney Huntington." You commented as you watched him from your position.

You watched him approach you, plus Spencer's body made it so he couldn't take any more steps than intended, well... Spencer's leg was the one that separated you, as he stretched his legs out, separating you both just enough so that nothing of your bodies would rub together in any way.

A safe distance for both of them, thanks to Spencer.

"You two know each other?" J.J. asked, who watched intrigued.

"We were coupl-"

"We were part of the same Harvard Law generation, actually. We both graduated, but we took different paths." You lied in front of them, and they could read it when Warner's face grimaced.

It was clear that the two of you had a bond that was more than close, but the way you didn't want them to find out was the answer to resolving that which the others had to find out until you decided to talk about it.

"Rather, both of us-"

"Counselor, what exactly is the reason you're here?" asked Spencer, who watched from his position, with that feigned smile you already knew how to distinguish.

"Ah, yes. I was coming to introduce myself as the defense attorney, as well as discuss the legal issues surrounding my client." He turned to look at Hotch, who was drinking from his cup with that face that the situation displeased him. "I'd like to discuss a few things with Agent Woods, since we both graduated from Harvard and have the same degree from-"

"Actually, Agent Prentiss is also a Criminal Justice graduate, you could discuss with her along with Dr. Reid in addition to Agent Woods."

The way Hotch had cut Warner off made you let out a small chuckle, thanking in the direction of the major, who was simply giving you a discreet wink.

"Yeah, right. Three's better than one, you're right." Warner's voice wavered a bit before he opened his mouth again. "Good, then I'll come by later to discuss these details, they're calling me from the firm, excuse me."

Silence immediately settled in the room, but before they could blurt anything out, you immediately turned in everyone's direction and blurted out.

"I have a good explanation for this, I promise."

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[bluebirdinhissky]

A best friend's duty is to tease you.

Hyunjin x reader

[Masterlist]

As the music sounded through the whole venue, the lights flashing in sync with the beats, Hyunjin couldn’t help but feel the adrenaline rush through his veins. This was what he lived for: the connection with Stays, the energy that pulsed through the crowd, and the joy of being on stage. Tonight’s concert was no different in that sense but it was special, since it was heir last concert in Asia before their Latinamerican tour. The crowd was electric, and every cheer, every scream, made him feel even more alive.

The moment arrived, the members of Stray Kids started to move from the stage, stepping down toward the barricade to interact with the fans up close. Hyunjin’s heart skipped a beat as he walked down, a wide grin spreading across his face as he made eye contact with the eager fans, their faces full of excitement and adoration. He loved this part of the show, where he could be so close to them and feel their energy and love. He walked along the barricade, smiling and waving, stopping to take a moment to high-five a few lucky fans. The cheers were deafening, but it was the hands reaching toward him that caught his attention. They weren’t just waving, they were reaching, wanting to touch him, to get closer, to feel that connection. It's not like it hadn't happened before, and sometimes he would give in.

He got a bit closer this time. A fan reached out and gently brushed his arm. Hyunjin’s smile widened as he allowed it, giving her a playful wink. It’s all part of the show, he thought, but he couldn’t ignore the little thrill he felt when someone touched him, even in the smallest way. The connection was fleeting, but it felt real, just for that moment.

He moved a little further down, and another hand shot out to touch the back of his head, his hair. Then, another hand. And another. He couldn’t help but chuckle, a little laugh escaping as he leaned into it, painting a flirtatious smile. Ah, they’re always so cute, he thought again, loving how every moment, every interaction felt like a small spark of connection.

As he moved further along the barricade, something caught his eye. It was her. She was standing amongst the crowd, Hannah by her side lost looking at Changbin's direction, but his best friend's eyes were focused on him. He wasn’t sure why, but something stirred in him when he noticed how tense she looked, arms crossed as she watched the fans interact with him.

As he moved still close to his fans, many of them reaching out, eager for a touch. One fan lightly grazed his arm, another touched his shoulder, and as Hyunjin tilted his head to smile at them, a hand slipped to his back. He didn’t pull away. Instead, he allowed the contact, basking in the crowd’s excitement, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that her eyes were on him, burning with something more than just curiosity.

As he climbed back onto the stage, he stole another glance in her direction. She was still watching him, though now there was a slight pout on her lips that he couldn’t ignore. That little sign of frustration, or maybe jealousy, made him smile, a teasing grin forming as he stepped back to his spot. He had to admit, there was something about seeing her like this that made him feel… proud?. Whatever it was, it made his heart race and he couldn’t wait to tease her about it later.

Hyunjin shifted his focus back to the crowd, the music still roaring, but his thoughts were still with her. The way she was watching him, the way her jealousy had sparkled, he couldn’t help but find it endearing. Maybe it was time to give her a little reminder that he was hers, and only hers.

*Later that night*

The energy from the concert still buzzed in the air as Hyunjin walked into his hotel room, shutting the door behind him with a soft click. The lights were dimmed low, and the warmth of the room wrapped around him, soothing him after the intense performance. He tossed his jacket onto the chair and let out a deep breath, a smile creeping up on his face as he glanced over at the bed. There, sitting with an air of quiet tension, was her. It was always so easy to read her. She was good at pretending she wasn’t affected, but Hyunjin knew her too well by now.

“So,” he began as he moved toward the bed, he let his grin widen, knowing exactly what was on his mind, “I noticed something tonight.” Her gaze flickered to him briefly before returning to the floor, and he couldn’t help but laugh softly at how shy she was being. He leaned back, making himself comfortable, but he kept his eyes on her, watching her intently. The blush on her cheeks didn’t escape him.

“Oh?” she mumbled, trying to sound indifferent, but her voice didn’t carry the usual confidence, there was a little nervousness.

“Yeah,” he said, shifting closer, enjoying the way she seemed to tense even more. “You were a little… tense out there, don’t you think?”

“I wasn’t tense,” she muttered, though the way she kept avoiding his eyes only confirmed the opposite. Hyunjin leaned in slightly, getting closer just to see how she’d react. He could feel her pull away just the tiniest bit, but there was something about it that amused him.

“Oh really?” he asked, his voice light but teasing, “well, from where I was standing, it looked like you were ready to fight the entire crowd just to keep them off me.”

She froze, her body tense, and Hyunjin couldn’t help the grin that stretched across his face. He knew exactly what was going on: she was jealous. And that little fact? It made him feel impossibly giddy.

“I wasn’t...” she started to protest, but Hyunjin cut her off with a soft chuckle.

“I think you were,” he teased, leaning in closer, “Didn’t you get a little jealous when they touched my back, or my arms? I saw the way you tensed up.”

Her eyes widened slightly at his words, and she quickly turned her head to the side. The way her lips pressed together in an attempt to hide her expression only made him want to push further.

“I wasn’t jealous,” she insisted, though her voice was barely above a whisper. Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying how flustered she was.

“Uh-huh,” he hummed, letting the silence linger for a moment. He leaned back against the bed, studying her, the mischievous glint in his eyes never leaving. “So, you weren’t upset when I let everyone touch me, huh? Not even a little?”

She didn’t answer right away, her fingers now fidgeting with the sheets in a way that made Hyunjin’s grin widen. She was so cute when she was trying to play it cool.

“Well,” he continued, drawing out the word just to make her squirm, “if you weren’t jealous, then why do I feel like you’re about to throw a tantrum every time someone gets too close to me?”

Her head shot up at his words, her eyes meeting his for a fraction of a second before she quickly looked away again. She was biting her lower lip now, trying to hide the smile that threatened to escape as her cheeks turned a shade darker and Hyunjin loved it.

“I’m not throwing a tantrum,” she murmured, but there was an underlying softness in her voice, a hint of something… endearing. Something that made him want to tease her even more.

“I think you are,” Hyunjin said playfully, his hand slipping up to her arm, his fingers brushing lightly along the soft skin. “But you don’t have to be so subtle about it. I can tell you’re just mad that other people can touch me.”

Her breath hitched at his touch, and for a moment, Hyunjin almost felt like he had her in the palm of his hand. But he wasn’t done yet. He shifted closer, bringing his face near hers, so close that his lips were almost brushing her ear.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, you know that?” His voice dropped lower, just enough to make her shiver. “But you don’t have to worry. No one’s gonna take my attention away from you.”

She went quiet at that, her lips pressing together again as she turned her head slightly, avoiding his gaze. He could tell she was trying to hide the warmth spreading across her face, but it only made him want to lean in and kiss it away.

“Sometimes you're an idiot,” she said finally, her voice barely above a whisper. But there was a softness there, a sweetness, even in her words. Hyunjin smiled to himself, loving the way she pretended to resist but never fully could.

“I know,” he murmured, his hand moving to her waist now, gently pulling her closer. “But I’m your idiot, beastie, and you wouldn’t have it any other way, right?”

He caught the way she hesitated, just for a second, before she finally allowed herself to rest against him. She didn’t say anything more, but he could feel the tension melting away as she settled into his side.

Hyunjin couldn’t help but smile to himself. Yeah. She wouldn’t have it any other way.

[romancemedia]

Jinshi is jealous of Lihaku (1x21)

[mountainficss]

Hi! I was wondering if you'd be cool with hybrid requests??

I've been thinking of dog hybrid seokmin for far too long lately and need to know how you'd make out of that🙏🙏

!! mentions of: dog hybrid!seokmin, marking, unprotected sex, jealousy

ooo i’ve never actually done a hybrid request before! i don’t know much about them, but i don’t mind thinking out of the box at all.

i think minnie would be the cutest little puppy, with brown ears and a matching brown tail. such a friendly and happy baby, just so full of joy no matter the circumstances. he’d be like your personal ray of sunshine, always by your side and improving your mood. would love it when you scratch between his ears, leaning into every touch you give him. he’d be so clingy, literally feels like he’s dying every time you leave the house without him tagging along. but once you get home on he’s all over you, overwhelmed by all the new scents you bring home with you. sometimes you smell like strong coffee or printer paper from your office, but other times he’d catch scents of male coworkers. he’d hate the smell of other men lingering on your clothes, and he’d feel a bitter jealousy. he knows you’re not intentionally trying to get close to other men, so he shoves his envy down as deep as he can. instead he opts to cling to you, attacking you with his kisses and marking your neck with hickeys. you’d lean into his touch, letting him nuzzle against you all he wants. his hands would knead at your sides, licking up the shell of your ear and begging you to let him please you. “please,” he’d whine, nipping at your ear with his sharp canines. “please let me have you. i’ll be good, missed you so much today…” you’d let out a quiet sigh, nodding as he balls the fabric of your shirt in his hands.

his cute tail would wag excitedly as you drag him to your bedroom, immediately undressing him as you shut the door behind you. both of you would tug off each other’s clothes, tossing them carelessly on the floor and flopping down onto your bed in a tangle of limbs. he’d mount you and bury his cock into your heat, twitching uncontrollably when you let out a gentle moan. “i hate when you leave me,” he’d whimper softly, slowly pulling out and thrusting back inside your twitching hole. he’d settle his face into your neck again, licking a stripe up your flushed skin. an eager hand would grab yours, the other snaking up to your chest and groping. you’d wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him in and causing him to fuck you deeper. “i don’t like leaving you either, seokminnie,” you’d smile, reaching a hand up to pet his soft ears. he’d moan feeling your hands on him, rutting into you impatiently. his dirty sounds would turn you on even more, your stomach twisting in arousal and love for him. “i—ah—i s-smell other people on you sometimes when you come home,” he’d choke, pounding into you like he wanted to mark his territory. “m-makes me so jealous…” you’d coo at sweet seokmin, scratching him behind his ears as his tail continues to wag. “then fill me up,” you’d coax, running a hand up and down his back. “make me smell like you again, puppy.” your command would bring him tumbling over the edge, quick thrusts targeting your sweet spot and causing you to finish around his cock. he’d cum inside your heat, fucking you full of his warm seed as he pants frantically. he’d flop down on top of you, holding you close and inhaling the scent of you and him mixed together :(

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[gs29]

Behind the Mask: A Family’s Promise

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Chapter Seven: First Words & Fatherly Jealousy

Ji-ah was talking.

Well, mostly babbling. Strings of nonsense, happy squeals, and little sounds that meant everything and nothing at once. But tonight—tonight—something was different.

It started just after bath time.

You were toweling Ji-ah off, her chubby little body wrapped in a soft, pink towel. Her hair was still damp, her big, round eyes blinking sleepily. Your husband sat beside you, stretching after a long day, his mask and uniform discarded.

Ji-ah reached for you, her tiny hands grabbing at your shirt. And then—

“…Mama.”

Everything stopped.

You froze. Your husband froze. The entire universe seemed to freeze.

You stared at Ji-ah, your heart pounding. “Did—did she just—”

Ji-ah blinked up at you innocently.

Your husband’s jaw dropped.

“No. No way,” he blurted. “Say it again, sweetheart. What did you just say?”

Ji-ah cooed, patting your chest. “Mama!”

Your hands flew to your mouth. “Oh my god.”

Your husband looked betrayed. “Excuse me!?”

Ji-ah grinned up at you, completely unaware of the chaos she had just caused. “Mama!”

Your husband pointed at himself. “Baby girl, I’m right here! What about Dada? Huh? Can you say Dada?”

Ji-ah stared at him.

Then, with a tiny giggle—

“…Mama.”

Your husband gasped like he had been stabbed.

“No, no, no—not Mama! Say Dada! Come on, sweetheart, say Dada!” He gestured wildly to himself. “I exist!”

You, barely holding back laughter, wiped a joyful tear from your eye. “She said her first word.”

“At my expense!” your husband groaned, flopping onto his back dramatically. “I feed her. I hold her. I change her diapers. And this is how she repays me?”

Ji-ah, fascinated by his exaggerated reaction, reached toward him with a happy little squeal.

“…Mama!”

Your husband groaned even louder. “She’s doing it on purpose now.”

You laughed, cradling Ji-ah close. “Oh, she’s totally messing with you.”

Ji-ah’s tiny fingers wiggled in excitement. Your husband sat up again, determination burning in his eyes. “Okay. You win this round, little miss. But you will say Dada.”

—

The War for Dada Begins

For the next week, your husband was on a mission.

Every waking moment became a dedicated attempt to get Ji-ah to say Dada.

During playtime: Your husband, lying on the floor, holding up a toy. “Say Dada, sweetheart. Come on, you can do it.”

Ji-ah: Giggles and throws the toy at his face.

Your husband: “…That’s not even close.”

During mealtime: Your husband, feeding her tiny spoonfuls of baby food. “Here comes the airplane! Say Dada!”

Ji-ah: Opens her mouth for food but remains silent.

Your husband: “I know you can talk. Don’t play me like this.”

Even at night: Your husband, whispering as Ji-ah dozed off. “Dada…? Please…?”

Ji-ah: Peacefully asleep.

Your husband, dramatically: “I have failed.”

—

The Victory of Dada

It happened when you least expected it.

One quiet evening, you were curled up on the couch, Ji-ah sitting between you and your husband, happily playing with one of her stuffed animals.

Your husband had finally given up.

“She’s never gonna say it,” he grumbled, leaning his head back against the couch. “She’s just gonna call me Mama too, and I’ll have an identity crisis.”

You chuckled, rubbing his arm. “You’re still her favorite, even if she doesn’t say it.”

He sighed dramatically. “I knew I should’ve bribed her with snacks.”

And then—

Ji-ah dropped her stuffed animal, turned to her father with her big, round eyes, and said—

“…Dada.”

The world exploded.

Your husband bolted upright. “WAIT. WAIT—SHE SAID IT. SHE SAID DADA.”

Ji-ah grinned. “Dada!”

“Oh my god—yes! That’s me! I’m Dada!” He scooped her up, spinning her around in pure joy. “Say it again, sweetheart! Come on!”

Ji-ah clapped her tiny hands. “Dada! Dada! Dada!”

Your husband looked like he had ascended.

You swore you saw tears in his eyes.

“This is the greatest moment of my life,” he whispered. “Nothing will ever top this.”

You smirked. “Not even when she said Mama first?”

“Absolutely not.”

Ji-ah grabbed his face with both hands, pressing her forehead against his. “Dada.”

Your husband let out a choked sound. “I—I need to sit down—”

��You are sitting down.”

“I NEED TO SIT DOWN MORE.”

He buried his face into Ji-ah’s belly, pressing kisses to her tiny tummy as she squealed with laughter. “Dada loves you so much, baby girl.”

Ji-ah shrieked happily, kicking her little legs. “Dada, Dada, Dada!”

And in that moment, with Ji-ah in his arms and her tiny voice filling the room, your husband knew.

He had won.

The war was over.

And he was the happiest man alive.

[natimiles]

Midnight Kiss (Levi x reader)

Summary: You just want some alone time with your favorite and show him a human tradition for New Year’s Eve.

Words: 2647

Tags: fluffy; romance; first kisses; best friends; friends to lovers; anxious and shy Levi ftw; no pronouns for reader.

Notes: this was queued for my midnight. Happy New Year! May this year bring you happiness and may you have lots of fun with your otome husbands in 2024 too!

The castle sure was lively tonight, with a huge buffet featuring demon, celestial, and human foods and drinks. Demons from all over Devildom were dancing and chatting, and loud music was blasting from the speakers. As ironic as it sounded, this was a living hell for Leviathan.

Party and Levi were two words that didn’t mingle. His social battery was already low. Seated at a table in the corner, his tie was disheveled in an attempt to help him breathe better, and he looked tired. If he could, he’d just leave and go back to the comfort of his bedroom. But he couldn’t, or Lucifer would kill him. Besides, he knew you liked parties, so he was making an effort — he also couldn’t stand the thought of leaving you with his brothers.

Ah, his brothers. Every time Levi saw you walking his way, he felt so happy, but the joy was short-lived. They would always find a way to intercept you, dragging you across the ballroom, dancing and chatting happily. His jealousy soared, and he knew you could feel it through your pact mark because you’d look at him from across the room and give him the sweetest smile. His jealousy would heighten, and he’d pout, aware that everyone around also saw you smiling like that, even though it was aimed directly at him.

He sighed and looked back down at his video game. At least he could try to distract himself with something he liked. Keyword: try. It was too loud, and he stopped every other minute to scan the crowd, attempting to find you, only to discover you were with someone. The last time he checked, it was Simeon who had his arms around your frame, a confident smile on his face while he elegantly led you through the dance — and there was the vicious cycle again.

Levi looked up, expecting to see you still in the arms of another man. He frowned when he noticed you weren’t with Simeon anymore. Scanning the room, searching for everyone he knew you could be with, there was no sign of you. He panicked a little, realizing you weren’t anywhere he could see. He was about to stand up to run around the whole castle to search for you if he needed to, when his DDD started to go off.

“Heeeey, Levi!” Your voice sounded on the other side of the call. “Are you still sulking in the corner?”

“Wha- I’m not sulking!” he protested.

“Yeah, sure,” you snorted.

“Hmph, where are you?” He tried to sound nonchalant, but your giggles revealed he didn’t succeed.

“In one of the guest rooms, the last one on the left side.”

“Huh? Why?”

“I had to run and hide to have some privacy.”

“Oh, um… Sorry, should I hang up?”

“Levi, I’m the one who called you!” You laughed.

“Ah! R-right.” He bit his lip in embarrassment.

Your laugh died down, but your tone remained amused. “So should I summon you, or are you gonna come meet me on your own?”

“What?” He asked bewildered.

“Come meet me, Levi! What do you think I called you for?” You chuckled. “Just come on! If you don’t come now, I swear I’ll summon you!”

“No!” He yelped. He could almost see you squinting your eyes and pointing your finger at him, with that mischievous smile of yours. “I-I’m going!” He scrambled to his feet and started to walk, being as stealthy as he could while crossing the ballroom.

“Hurry, hurry!” You sounded excited on the other side.

“I hope no one saw me,” he muttered under his breath while glancing back. He walked through the corridors for a few minutes, as you silently waited on the other side of the call. “Last one on the left, right?”

“Yes! Are you almost here?”

He hummed and strode a little faster until he stopped in front of the door. “MC?”

“It’s open!” You replied with a cheery tone.

He took a deep breath, already feeling his nerves getting the best of him just from thinking about staying alone in the same room as you. He hoped he wouldn’t do anything stupid and ruin your friendship.

“H-hi…” he stammered when he opened the door, peeking inside the room and finding you sprawled across the king-sized bed. Oh, he was already sweating.

“Hi!” You beamed at him. “Wait, we don’t need this anymore,” you giggled and turned off your DDD, placing it on the nightstand. Propping yourself on your elbows, you looked at the blushing demon, still frozen in the doorway. Raising your eyebrow, you shot him a crooked smile. “Are you just gonna stay there?” He shook his head and closed the door. “Lock it, please.”

He did as you told him and looked back at you. You shimmied to the side and patted the spot beside you, inviting him to lie down. He blinked a few times and took a hesitant step towards you. He was sweating even more now. Could you see him sweating? He hoped not.

He quietly sat down and let his body flop backward, staring at the ceiling. You shifted around and lay on your side, gazing intently at him.

“I couldn’t even spend a few minutes with my bestie down there,” you complained in a low voice.

“Y-yeah…” He cleared his throat.

“I wanted to dance at least once with you, but your brothers wouldn’t let me!” You huffed. “Don’t get me wrong, I love you all…” You trailed off, and he felt his body twitch. Again, he knew you felt his pact mark and his jealousy rising. You chuckled and poked his cheek to make him look at you. “But I wanted to spend more time with you.”

He finally glanced at you, his whole face burning red. He bit his lip nervously, and your gaze followed the motion for a second before looking back into his beautiful sunset eyes. You gave him a smile and flopped down on your back again, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath. A few moments of silence enveloped the two of you, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. You were accustomed to being quiet and just enjoying each other’s company or watching the other play something — mostly you watching him play, actually.

“I wanted to be with you when it strikes midnight,” you confessed.

“H-huh? Why?” He turned to look at you, only now noticing your eyes were closed.

He held his breath and stared intently at your face. You were so beautiful; he could look at you for the rest of his life and still be in awe. And you looked so peaceful, so calm, and so unguarded… did you have all this trust around his brothers too? Well, of course, you did, but… was it so intense? He noticed that you looked even more relaxed when it was just the two of you. He attributed it to the time you spent together playing games and watching your favorite shows; after all, you were his best friend, his Henry.

“You’re my bestie!” You opened your eyes and saw him staring at you. He quickly averted his gaze, and you smiled. “I love being with you. You’re my favorite.”

“A-ah, right. And you, um, you’re my favorite human.” He stuttered but managed to express some of his feelings. He wasn’t lying, but his feelings ran much deeper. He just didn’t want to ruin the awesome friendship you two had by making things awkward.

“Human?” You questioned loudly.

“What?” He looked taken aback. “What’s wrong?”

“Am I only your favorite human? Do you have a favorite demon and a favorite angel that I don’t know?” You pouted.

“N-no, it’s just…” He sat up and looked at your upset face. He needed to fix it. “You said I’m your favorite demon, then I said you’re my favorite human.”

“I didn’t say you’re my favorite demon. I said you’re my favorite. And that’s it.” You gazed intently into his eyes, and he felt his heart stop and beat faster at the same time. Was that even possible? Was he dying? Maybe he was already dead, and that’s why he was having such a nice time alone with you.

He opened his mouth; he should say something. He didn’t know if he would be able to form a coherent sentence. Why was life so hard on him? It was unfair how all his brothers could tell you about their feelings and make you smile, while he had trouble expressing himself. It would be so much easier if this were like when he needed to command his soldiers… He had so much more confidence when he had to be an Admiral, but for some reason, he couldn’t project that Leviathan into his relationship with you.

You were still waiting for him to say something, and he was starting to panic. Lucky for him, your alarm suddenly went off.

“Oh, it’s almost midnight!” You sat up with a huge smile, turning the alarm off. “I set it so we could go to the balcony to see the fireworks!” You fumbled to your feet and ran. “Come, Levi!” You yelled, already outside.

He blinked a few times and got up, following you. You were leaning against the rail, propping your elbows and resting your head on your hands, looking expectantly at the always dark sky. He walked to your side, gazing at the sky and then at you.

“MC…” He called sheepishly. You hummed and turned your head to look at him, still resting it on your hands. “You are. My favorite, you know…” He pursed his lips and furrowed his brows, trying to suppress the blush rising on his cheeks.

You giggled. “I know. You’re my Lord of Shadows.” You winked, and he turned quickly to look at the sky.

“And you’re my Henry,” he muttered under his breath. If you weren’t already used to hearing his voice so low, you’d probably miss what he said.

You stared at him for a few moments, biting your lip nervously. You loved Levi more than a friend should, and you had wanted to do something about it for so long. You just hoped it wouldn’t make things awkward.

“You know, Levi,” you whispered, mustering the courage. You turned your body to face him and gripped the sleeve of his suit, asking for his attention.

“What?” He asked and looked at you from the corner of his eye.

“There’s a… tradition in the human world. For the New Year.”

“Hm? What is it?” He asked curiously, turning to face you too.

“When the clock strikes midnight and the fireworks start, we kiss our favorite.”

“Y-you what?” He yelled, his eyes widening and his hand gripping the rail tightly.

“We don’t need to if you don’t want to!” You hurriedly explained, seeing the shock on his face. “I just… I just…” You bit your lip to prevent it from trembling and tightened the grip on his suit. “I just wanted to do it with you,” you blurted out.

“A-are you sure you wanna do this… with me?”

“Yes, Levi!” 

“Is this some kind of joke?” His tone darkened, just as his cheeks got an even redder shade. You knew he wasn’t mad at you; it was just his low self-esteem kicking in. “I won’t forgive you if you play with me like this!”

“What? No!” You smiled. “I really wanna do this with you. Actually, I only wanna do this because it’s you, Levi.”

As if on cue, a loud ‘boom’ echoed in the sky, followed by a series of colorful fireworks. You could faintly hear the demons attending the party screaming and singing, but nothing seemed louder than your heart hammering against your ribs.

Levi still stared intently into your eyes; his thoughts were running wild, and every fiber in his body said you could be pranking him, that you’d laugh at him with his brothers later at how stupid and naive he was. But a tiny part of him still could see the way you were expectantly looking at him, waiting anxiously for him to say something and hoping he’d say yes.

“We can, um, do… this…” He managed to say something, loud enough for you to hear.

You took one step closer to him, still holding onto his sleeve, using it as an anchor. Your other hand laced around his tie, and you pushed him to your eye level, smiling at how lost and sweet he looked right now. You gave him a few seconds to back out and closed the gap between your lips. Levi tensed but forced himself to calm down and relax. His mind screamed, ‘this is real, this is real, this is real’, and he thought he’d go crazy before even kissing you properly.

Your tongue prodded into his mouth, asking to deepen the kiss, and that’s when he realized this was indeed real, and he should probably be doing something else besides being frozen. Your hands slid up and wrapped around his neck in a hug, and he uncertainly placed one hand on your nape and the other on your hips, adjusting your body against his. A satisfied and relieved sigh left him when he finally let himself enjoy the moment.

It was sweet, embarrassing, tender, and shy, like you always thought a kiss with Levi would be. His hands still trembled a little when he broke the kiss to look at you. Your face shone with the lights from the fireworks, your lips slightly agape and glistening, your cheeks flushed, and your eyes… his breath hitched in his throat when he looked at your eyes and the affectionate way you stared right into his.

“Oh, shit…” He mumbled without thinking. You raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him, making the demon stutter his words. “N-not in a bad way! I mean… I-I mean…”

You chuckled and pecked his lips to ease him out of his panic. “You know I can feel your jealousy through your pact mark, right?” He nodded. “And did you know I can discern the different ways you’re jealous?”

“What do you mean?” He frowned.

“When your envy kicks in because someone got a better item in our games, or when you see someone able to do something you wanted to… Or even when you see me with your brothers. It’s all different, and I can tell.”

“Wha- You can?” His eyes widened, and you nodded. “So, um… So you… You know…”

“I love you too, Levi,” you whispered. He opened his mouth to say something, but you knew him well enough to anticipate what he was going to say and cut him off shortly. “More than a friend. Yes, I’m sure. Yes, really sure. Yes, I wanna date you.”

“Very funny,” he pouted. “I wasn’t gonna ask about the date part.”

“Oh, you don’t wanna date me?” You feigned offense. “You just wanted to have your way and leave me?”

“Ah, n-no, no! That’s not what I meant! I just, you know, didn’t think you’d think about it…”

“Well, I do and a lot. But we don’t need to talk about it now, hm?”

“Okay…” He smiled sheepishly. You gazed into each other's eyes for a minute, basking in the happy and loving atmosphere. “Can I kiss you again?” He whispered.

“Please do!”

Your excitement was probably catchy because Levi found himself with a giddiness that wasn’t usually his. It was probably the way you kissed him, cradling his face like the most precious thing in your life. And he probably was. It was a New Year, and he was about to learn some new things, like how to accept your love and make his brain understand that he was worthy.

He had a feeling he’d have lots of New Years ahead to learn even more with you.

He couldn’t wait.

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[night-night-stories-before-bed]

In exchange for two drops of blood

Warning ⚠️; Spoiler for Agatha All Along I guess. Magical baby 👶

Pairing; Tony Stark/Cult Leader!Male!Reader

Summary; You need something from Agatha and Billy, but what you have to offer in exchange makes it impossible for them to say no.

Note; listen, I am in denial okay? Give me back my coven! They all deserve to be brought back to life and live happily together as a chaotic coven!

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The Witches’ Road was as you remembered it. A forest, a path and the feeling of dread filling you as you know you weren't alone. By your side, holding your hand, Tony looked around him with fascination. Ever since you introduced him to your Cult, the man had been curious about everything as it was in his nature. You loved him more just for that.

You stared at him, gaze soft and loving as Tony pointed at something with a big smile on his lips. You pulled his hand to your lips, kissing his fingers.

The duo of witches in front of you stayed silent, studying you. Agatha had pushed Billy behind her, ready to protect the last member of her coven with her life. What a broken soul. Four hundred years of pain, misery and mistakes before being given a loving coven only to lose it all before the end of the road.

Which was perfect for you.

Behind her, Billy looked at you with big curious eyes, his hands grabbing Agatha’s clothes, ready to pull her with him if he decided to run away. What a beautiful sight. Mentor and protegee ready to fight and protect each other.

- “Agatha Harkness, what a pleasure to see you once more. I see that the centuries have left you unchanged.” You said, tilting your head as the teen behind hear leaned a bit more, trying to see you better. “Well, except you found yourself a protegee.”

- “What are you doing here with Stark? I thought he was supposed to be dead.” Agatha replied, pushing back Billy behind her.

- “Ah! As if I would allow Death to keep my beloved away from me. You know me better than that, Agatha. I have bested Rio more time than any mortal can count.”

You saw something flash in her eyes. Jealousy, anger, sorrow… after all, Agatha has lost so much to Death and could never gain the power to win them back.

Your words picked Billy’s curiosity as he looked between you and Agatha. He tried to move again, but Agatha kept him behind her. You could see her hands shaking in fear which pleased you.

- “You know him? Who is he?” Billy asked, chin on her shoulder.

- “Something worse than Rio. A monster that shouldn't exist, an abomination against nature and life itself.” She replied, voice low and filled with disgust. “What do you want?”

- “Two drops of yours and Billy’s blood.”

It is Tony who answers the question, his attention now turned to the duo. His eyes are envious, possessing and you know he desires their blood more than anything else as of now. And what Tony wants, you'll give it to him. Well, you'll give him what he wants after using the blood.

- “I beg your pardon?” Agatha’s voice sounds offended while she stares at you angrily. “If that's a joke, it's not funny.”

- “It is no joke. I cannot use my blood for obvious reasons, Agatha, and I need magical blood.” You told her, raising your hand to stop her from talking. “And I come to offer you something in exchange, something neither you nor Billy can say no to. In my change for two drops of blood each I will bring back your coven, your son and Tommy.”

Your revelation left the duo in shock. Agatha was staring at you, wondering if you were lying or serious while Billy’s mouth hung open and his eyes filled with hope and joy. For only two drops of blood, they could win back all that was lost.

It was too beautiful to be true, and yet it was.

As murderous and cruel as you could be, you never lied or broke a deal. It was in your powers to undo Death and Fate’s will, even tho it would leave you magically drained. But for Tony’s happiness? It was all worth it.

You shared a look with Tony. The genius seemed so hopeful and you knew you weren't leaving without the blood. No. Tony was going to have what he wanted, no matter the price.

- “You can do that?” Billy’s voice breaks the silence.

- “Yes. I've already started the procedure to bring them back, I just need you to fill out your part of the deal.”

Agatha doesn't give the teen any chance to speak and grabs him by the collar before pulling him away. The boy fights back until she whispers something and he caves, following her. You can only watch them speak, sometimes they would stare at you.

By your side Tony grew nervous and you calmed him with soft kissed on his head and whispers of promised that no matter what, you'll get their blood. You'll give him what he desires the most.

Its something you can't give him any more, all the magic and rituals you did taking it away from you. Agatha was right, you are an abomination against Nature. That is why you cannot die or reproduce.

That why you cannot give life.

That is why you cannot give Tony the child he so desires.

After what felt like an hour, Agatha and Billy walked back toward you. They didn't need to speak, you could see it on their face that they were agreeing with your deal. After collecting their blood, Tony held the phial against his chest as you filled your part of the deal. The tears in Billy's eyes, as you began chanting, told you you were doing the right thing.

You almost collapsed as you summoned their dead loved one back to life. But you didn't. Tony’s arm wrapped around your waist helped you stay on your feet as you watched the reunion. Billy and Tommy hugged tightly as the rest of the coven did. Agatha was crying, holding her son tightly in her arms. You could hear and see them laugh and cry as they embraced each other. They were sisters in the craft after all, their found family one once more.

Silently, you and Tony walked away, allowing the witches to celebrate their reunion only for you to collapse the second you were home.

You woke up naked, arms wrapped around Tony’s waist and your nose buried against his side. Above your head, you heard the soft cooing of a baby. Blinking, you listened as Tony whispered sweet words to the baby he cradled against his chest, his free hand caressing your back.

- “Tony?” You called, voice harsh and mind heavy. How long have you been out? When did you give Tony that baby? “What… when…”

You sighed as soft fingers brushed your neck and you looked up, seeing Tony stare at you tenderly as if you had hung up the moon and the stars for him.

- “You are back, finally. You've been out of your mind for the past week, as you thought. You got me worried, you know? While I can never thank you enough for Morgan, I didn't want to lose you.”

You groaned as you sat in bed, resting your cheek on Tony’s shoulder. In his arm, a newborn baby. She was looking at you two with big blue eyes, the same eyes as Tony. She also had his hair.

Yes.

A daughter. You remembered now, gifting him what he had dreamed so much about. You suspected Tony had dream-walked and saw his other self with a baby, but your man had wanted one so much, convinced you'll give him one somehow.

And you did.

- “Morgan… she is perfect. She looks just like you, Tony, and she will break many hearts.” You whispered, raising a finger and stroking her cheek.

The baby cooed again with what seemed like a smile. She was beautiful and healthy.

- “Yes, she is. Thank you. Thank you for everything.” Tony told you, kissing your forehead and face. “I love you two 3000.”

You chuckled softly. Tony loved saying that recently, maybe something he heard in his dreams. You closed your eyes after telling him you loved him too and sighed as you felt his cheek resting on top of your head. After everything, you were happy and felt fulfilled. You had Tony by your side and now you formed a happy family. A family you'll protect no matter the price.

[cigarettesaftersae]

ill like you - 04 love me back

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Series: reo mikage x f!reader | contains : fluff, angst, jealousy, academic rivals, fake dating

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Reo stole a glance at you, and for a brief moment, time seemed to slow. He noticed how your laughter gently flowed from your lips, a sound that felt both infectious and warm. The way your eyes sparkled with excitement and joy caught his attention, as did the delicate lashes on your lower lids, framing your gaze beautifully. You’re perfect, he thought

Perfect enough to fool his parents.

-

The muffled drone of your teacher’s voice blends into the background, a monotonous rhythm that oddly soothes the dull ache of another long day. Your mind wanders, unwilling to focus. Rumors swirl in your head—something about Reo and Nagi starting a soccer team for the school. Supposedly, it’s bringing in funding and recognition, though you can’t help but roll your eyes. Daddy’s money at work again, no doubt. Typical.

Before you can stew in your disdain any longer, the sharp trill of the bell slices through your thoughts. You blink, snapping back to reality just as Yuna bounces up to your desk with her trademark cheerfulness.

“Come on! Let’s go eat. They’re selling pork cutlets at the cafeteria—your favorite!” she says, practically glowing with excitement.

“Alright enough being gloomy.” You push back the sit as you stopd up, walking along side with Yuna. “Why exactly have you been gloomy this whole week?” Yuna question particularly

“School.” An excuse, it was the fact you shared the same crush as Yuna. And how Reo suddenly became friends with Nagi. A very opposite duo you might add.

“You're lying” Yuna say calmly “What..?”

“School has never once stressed you out, I mean maybe if it was exams or a big test. But you're smarter than half the school combined”

You almost forget that Yuna was your best friend, “It’s like you stalk all the students here, maybe even teachers”

“What— I was just looking out for you— y/n!” Yuna’s voice rings to you, echoing in many directions as your head spins around, your eyes blurry. Did you…fall? You’re on the ground…you felt liquid drop from your chin. In reflex your hand wipes it away, only to freeze as your hand comes back stained with crimson. Blood. That’s when the stinging ache flares in your nose, raw and unrelenting. you look up to find Yuna besides you, her reaction seems frighten as her hand shakes around you. Her lips move frantically, but the sound doesn’t reach you. Everything is muffled, like you’re underwater. You felt another warmth engolf you, you look to your right and see purple hair, Reo. That’s when your ears started to work again.

“Ah— I’m so sorry, I didn't see you there— I was running and—”

“Reo…put me down..” you say in a husky tone

“…but you're hurt?” His small eyebrows curl in slight worry

“I’m fine—”

“What are you doing?—Carry her to the infirmary!” Yuna says

“I said I’m fine” the mean tone in your voice was enough to stop everything that was going in motion. The students in the back gathered up like it’s world war 1, the multiple gasp and whispers you can hear from afar even with the pain in your nose.

“Its like I bummed into Casoeh” Standing up you lift your head to lessen the blood thats flowing like crazy. “S-should you be standing up?” Yuna worries

“I’m sure, I’m fine—” Your body lifts into the air, strong arms hold you and you realize it was Reo. “Sorry Nagi, I’ll come to practice late!” Then he zooms away through the halls to get to the infirmary. “What are you—”

“Im getting you to the infirmary”

—

The doctor inspects your injury, flashing a light in your eyes, and bandaging your sollen bloody nose. A sigh left her lips, “You said you felt dizzy, I think you should rest for the day in the infirmary till then. Don't need you coming back here because you passed out.”

“But— I have lessons I need to study for—”

“You won't be able to study them when you're drooling like a baby to sleep” The doctor's sass spits at you like venom “and you, what were you even doing” her attention turns to Reo

A small awkward laugh leaves his lips, “I was— um running in the halls because I was a bit excited”

“Over what Mikage?” Her eyebrow raises

“…soccer?” Reo says slowly

“And here I thought I was gonna be able to go out on a date a hottie.”

“Just tell Yuna I’ll be okay.” You say to Reo as you got ready to lay in bed, he nods and walks away

“You,” the doctor strictly says “you and him dating?”

“Ew no”

“Huh…he’s kinda cute

Gross

—

By the time the final bell rings, the chaos of the day has dulled to a low hum in your mind. You make your way back to your desk, ready to grab your things and disappear from school grounds. The sting in your nose lingers, but you’ve done your best to push it to the back of your thoughts.

As you reach for your bag, the sound of hurried footsteps catches your attention. You look up just in time to see Yuna rushing toward you, her face painted with worry.

“Y/N!” she calls out, her voice trembling slightly. She skids to a stop in front of your desk, hands clutching the straps of her bag tightly. “Are you okay? I’ve been worried sick about you all day!”

You blink, caught off guard by the intensity of her concern. “I’m fine, Yuna,” you mutter, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “It’s just a nosebleed. No big deal…” your voice echos away as you picked up a huge box of chocolate inside your desk and a white to pink tulip taped beside it

“O, is this a secret admirer?” Yuna’s now worried stated transformed brightly at the sight of this weird love confession

The other students whisper from afar, watching as they notice your situation

“Here, don’t want them” You say nonchalantly as you hand it to Yuna

“What— but they’re for you! And Valentines day is coming up this must be a early special and beyond”

“What’s so special about a box of chocolate? There's not even a note, take it or its in waste”

“Fine, only because I like chocolate… the flower is pretty though” You also noticed Yuna’s observation, and how it looked all way too familiar

“…yeah…it's beautiful alright.” Because you're the one who planted that.

-

You rush home, slip off your shoes, and find your mom laying down watching TV, “oh my— what happen to your nose?!”

“Nothing its fine mom, do you remember if anyone today bought a white- pink tulip at the flower shop?”

“No, why do you ask— actually a handsome fellow man did. He even had a huge box of chocolate. It must've been by those fancy brands”

“Purple hair?”

“Uh—why? did the things he bought were for you?”

“No—well yeah but I don't care I gave it to Yuna”

Your mother scoffs offendly at your action

“Now that is just rude”

“Mom, you lost monkey lamp I bought you from a very cool garage sale. Thats even more rude”

“Okay what if this kid was rich, you could've date him and we be at a private beach right now.”

“Well actually he is rich, annoyingly rich..”

“Really..? He's been coming to the shop much often actually…” mom says softly

“What do you mean—? Like since when?”

“For a week or so now”

“Mom!”

“What!”

“That's the kid thats been getting better stupid grades than me.”

“The one you’ve been complaing about ever since school started?”

“Yes that kid..”

“You know, he’s kinda cute”

“Not you too mom…”

“Welp I’m going to sleep”

“So soon? What about our 19s movie Monday?”

“Doctor rules”

—

You stand in front of your desk, frozen. It’s covered by a bouquet of flowers—freshly picked hydrangeas, the kind you helped your mom plant in the garden. You don’t even need a note to know who they’re from, but you feel a pit growing in your stomach.

“Y/N.”

The voice pulls your attention, and you turn to see Yuna standing behind you. Her face is tense, her hands clenched into fists at her sides.

“Oh, Yuna,” you say, trying to keep your tone light. “Look, they’re back at it again—” You motion to the flowers, but she cuts you off.

“Is it true you like Nagi…?” she asks, her voice sharp but trembling.

The air around you freezes. You feel your chest tighten at the sound of his name. “What…?” you manage, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I just…” Yuna swallows, her voice breaking as she continues. “The doodles and love notes you made for Nagi…they had your signature.”

You blink, trying to process her words, when you notice students beginning to pause in their conversations, turning their attention toward the two of you. The heat of their gazes makes your skin crawl.

“Yuna, I don’t—” you start, shaking your head, but she doesn’t let you finish.

“You’re lying to me again,” she snaps, her voice thick with emotion. “That’s all you ever do!”

Before you can say another word, she spins on her heel and bolts out of the classroom, leaving you standing there in stunned silence. The weight of her words, and the stares of your classmates, presses heavily on your shoulders. You’ve never felt more exposed—or more alone.

You bolt out of the classroom, the whispers of curious students fading as you rush down the hallway. You have to find Yuna—you can’t let things end like this. Turning a corner, you nearly collide with Mira, who’s leaning casually against the lockers, scrolling on her phone.

“Mira!” you say, out of breath. She looks up, raising an eyebrow at your disheveled state.

“You told Yuna,” you accuse, your voice rising with frustration. “I specifically told you not to say anything!”

“Whoa, whoa—calm down!” Mira says, holding her hands up defensively. “I didn’t tell her anything, alright? I promised I wouldn’t, and I didn’t.”

“What—what?” you stammer, your anger faltering. “Then… how does she know?”

Mira tilts her head, genuinely confused. “Does Yuna even know for sure? How would she figure it out if it wasn’t me?”

“I don’t know,” you mutter, running a hand through your hair. “I don’t even like Nagi anymore. This is so stupid…”

Mira watches you carefully, then sighs. “You know,” she says slowly, “I saw Yuna talking to Naomi this morning.”

You freeze, the puzzle pieces clicking into place in your head. “Naomi,” you murmur, the weight of realization settling in your chest. If anyone would’ve sent something about your belongings, it would’ve been her.

“I’m gonna go talk to her”

“Do you need me to come with you?”

“No”

You rush through the school, weaving through the crowded hallways in search of Naomi. Every second feels heavier than the last, the weight of Yuna’s words still pressing down on you. Turning a corner sharply, you nearly crash into someone.

“Oh, Y/N—” Reo’s voice cuts through your focus, and you glance up to see him standing there, his usual confident expression replaced with something softer. “I wanted to talk to you about something.”

“Yeah, not now, Barney,” you say, brushing past him without breaking stride.

“Barney—” he echoes, clearly offended. He recovers quickly and steps in front of you, blocking your path. “Wait, just hold on.”

You glare at him, frustration bubbling to the surface. “Reo, I don’t have time for this—”

“I like you”

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