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monzabee · 8 months ago

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prison for life - mv1

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Summary: The one where if anybody hurts you, Max is going to prison for life.

Pairing: max verstappen x pregnant!reader

Word Count: 3.9k

Warnings: fluff, pregnancy, mentions of throwing up, cursing, kinda angsty in some places, jos verstappen

Author’s Note: hi, hey, hello!! i’ve been in such a max mood recently that is actually shocking to me, but i just needed some fluffy anything after working on smutty pieces for weeks. i got this idea in my dream and honestly i think it turned out better than i could’ve imagined!! feedback is always appreciated, and my requests are currently open if you want to check that out, i hope you guys enjoy! good morning, noon or night wherever you are, xoxobee

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If you would have to choose a word to describe Max, it would be ‘overprotective’, because that’s what he is. It’s not a bad thing, per say. He isn’t overbearing or controlling at all, but he is simply overprotective. And if you thought he was overprotective when the two of you were dating or when you first got married, you have to admit that you were not, at all, prepared for his protectiveness when you told him that you were pregnant. Apart from his initial meltdown over becoming a dad, or rather becoming like his own father, Max has been pretty chill about the whole thing – with the exception being your safety, of course. The underlying problem isn’t the fact that you’re some sort of daredevil because you’re not, the problem is the fact that Max believes that everything is out to get you.

The olives you wanted to eat for breakfast? Choking hazard.��

The candles you bought for the living room (to be purely decorative, but still)? Fire hazard.

The pool lounger Victoria thought would be a cute addition to the pool? Drowning hazard.

The seatbelt in his car that is surprisingly tight? Could be all three, according to Max, given the right (or wrong) circumstances.

So, yeah, maybe he wasn’t that scared of becoming a dad, but he was surely scared of you being in danger. That’s why you agreed to stay back for the most races this year – you knew he didn’t need to worry about you or your baby’s safety on top of the stress he had to deal with during the usual racing weekend. That was until you realised how much you would miss your boyfriend after almost a month of not seeing him due to a triple header. And so, you did the thing any person with a common sense would do – flying out to see him without telling him beforehand, because what’s the fun in that?

The sheer look of shock on his face might be the funniest thing you’ve ever seen when you meet him in his driver’s room, but of course Max doesn’t share the same sentiment as you. Because all he chooses to focus is the fact that you were on a plane – a 0.23% risk out of very 7.7 million flights each year, but still. He spends at least half an hour, just checking you over and assuring himself that you and the baby are fine; at some point he decides that you need to go to the nearest hospital to get an ultrasound just to make sure the baby is okay, but you tell him to fuck off and calm his tits down in the kindest way possible. And that’s how the two of you end up on the small couch in his driver’s room, with his arms around you as you lay between his legs, his hands splayed on the swell of your stomach as he caresses the skin through the fabric of your dress. His voice is low as he tells you about his day, mostly media duties since it is only Thursday, and how he thinks putting a cat tree in the nursery is a bad idea (that was your idea initially, but you can see how having two rumbunctious cats hang out in the nursery could cause problems).

“I also thought about something else,” he mumbles, suddenly busying himself with the flower pattern of your dress instead of looking at you.

You raise your brows slightly, motioning him to continue, but let out a huff when he doesn’t do so right away. “Come on,” you whine softly, “tell me what it is Maxie.”

“I don’t want him to get into karting.” His words are soft, mumbled, and most definitely final. You know how Max can be when he puts his mind into it, and this particular topic has been a discussion in your household ever since the two of you found out that you were having a boy. “I don’t want him to go through what I went through.”

Letting out a soft exhale, you motion Max to six next to you on the couch. “He won’t,” you assure him, voice soft as you give pleading looks at him, “you’re not your father, Max.” He gives you a look that basically begs for you to not dwell on the topic, but you continue despite the look he gives you, “And what if he wants to get into karting? Are you going to tell him no?��

Max tries his best to ignore the knowing look you give him, knowing very well that he won’t be able to ever say ‘no’ to his son, who already has him wrapped around his finger. “I might do that, you never know.” He grumbles, hiding his face in your hair – though the soft giggles coming from you manages to put a soft smile on his face. “You’re supposed to agree with me, you know, we have to be a united front.”

“We’ll discuss it when the baby comes, until then, I’ll be the voice of reason.” You emphasise, poking him at his bicep to convey your point. “You feel better now?”

“Kinda,” he murmurs, leaving small kisses onto the exposed skin of your shoulder as he keeps on murmuring against your skin, “I would feel better if I knew you stayed in bed all day, relaxing.”

With that, you choke a loud laugh, and motion him to stand up as you try to do it yourself – though, of course, he has to help with the baby bump being in the way of you doing any sort of physical activity. “You’re funny, let’s go get me ice cream.”

The only response you get back is a confused look from your husband, his head tilted to the side as he eyes you warily. “What does that have to do with anything?”

“Um, excuse me?” You raise an eyebrow, “Your son,” pointing to your stomach, you emphasise your words, “is craving ice cream right now.”

Max’s eyes soften instantly, and a smile creeps across his face. He nods, taking your hand gently as he helps you up. “Well, if my son wants ice cream, then ice cream he shall have.”

You giggle as you both make your way out of the driver’s room, Max's hand never leaving yours. The paddock is bustling with activity, but for a moment, it feels like it's just the two of you, cocooned in your little world. As you approach the nearest concession stand, Max’s protective instincts kick in once again. “Is this ice cream stand safe? How long have they been here? Do they have the proper health certifications?”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Max, it’s ice cream, not a five-course meal. I’m sure it’s fine.” He sighs but nods, deciding to trust your judgment. After all, you did manage to fly all the way here without incident and somehow alerting him. You both get a generous serving of your favourite flavours, and as you sit down to enjoy your treat, you feel a sense of normalcy and contentment wash over you.

Max watches you with a tender expression, his eyes filled with a mixture of love and worry. “I know I can be overprotective,” he says softly, reaching out to brush a stray hair from your face, “but it’s only because I love you so much.”

You smile, leaning into his touch. “I know, Max. And I love you too. But sometimes, you need to trust that everything will be okay. We’ll figure things out together, just like we always do.”

He nods, his gaze shifting to your belly. “You’re right. I guess I need to talk to my mom.”

“Why?” You ask, tilting your head to the side in curiosity.

“Well, she promised me she’d look after you but you’re here, so I think we need to have a talk about not keeping secrets from each other.” He mumbles, dragging a hand down his face.

You laugh, nudging him playfully. “Oh, Maxie, who do you think helped me with my bags at the airport? Your mom is unsurprisingly a strong woman.”

He chuckles softly, shaking his head. “I should’ve known better than to think you’d stay put for a whole month.” He sighs, but there’s a smile playing on his lips. “Alright, but next time, at least let me know you’re planning something. My heart can only take so much.”

Max feels a lot better after tricking you with ice-cream into at least staying put withing the Red Bull hospitality for the day as he gets through his media duties. Max feels a lot better after tricking you with ice cream into at least staying put within the Red Bull hospitality for the day as he gets through his media duties. He periodically checks in, making sure you're comfortable and well-fed. Each time he sneaks a glance your way, you catch him with a knowing smile and a roll of your eyes, and he returns it with a wink. He knows that there is absolutely no reason for him to be checking on you as much as he does, because you’ll be fine in the cool hospitality suite with enough water to keep you hydrated for years, but he can’t help but worry about anything and everything going wrong. And his worries prove to be true when he sees the one person who he definitely doesn’t want around you.

“What are you doing here?” He asks the approaching figure, “I thought you were not going to be coming to this race but the next one.”

“Given the drop in your performance in the last few races I thought I should be here for... support.” His dad supplies, eyes finding you behind his son’s back on one of the couches in the hospitality, “And I can see the reason for why you’ve been distracted lately, what is she doing here?”

Max scoffs, crossing his arms on his chest protectively, “She’s my wife, she is more than welcome to be here.”

“She’s also a distraction, Max,” his father points out, “you’re going to lose your focus if you keep–”

Since Max is faster than his father where it matters the most, he cuts him off before he can say anything further. “Leave, I don’t want you here.”

Max’s father looks taken aback, his eyes widening momentarily before they narrow into a scowl. “Excuse me?” he says, his voice low and dangerous.

“You heard me,” Max replies firmly, his stance unwavering. “I don’t want you here if you’re going to criticize my wife and stress me out, or worse, stress her out.”

“You’re being irrational,” his father argues, taking a step closer. “I’m just trying to help you stay focused.” Seeing that his son is not going to back down anytime soon, he points a threatening finger towards him. “I’ll be back on race day, but you better be ready to put in a winning performance,” his father finishes, his voice laced with finality. He turns on his heel and walks away, leaving a tense silence in his wake.

Max sighs deeply, running a hand through his hair as he watches his father disappear into the crowd. Looking back at you over his shoulder, talking to some interns from the social media team, he can’t help but feel the dread of you having to face his father – which gives him another reason to somehow stop the two of you from running into each other during the weekend.

On Friday, Max’s luck decides to do him a favour as you tell him that you’re not feeling well enough to go to the track with him for the qualifying, and though it is true that he wants you to be with him, he also realises that this will give him one less thing to worry about. He knows how stressful it can be for you to navigate the bustling paddock and deal with the crowds, especially with the added pressure of possibly encountering his father.

“You rest up, okay?” he says, his voice full of concern. “I'll be back as soon as I can. If you need anything, just call me.”

You nod, giving him a reassuring smile. “I will, Max. Good luck today. We'll be cheering you on from here.”

Max leans down to kiss your forehead gently as he mumbles into your skin, “I love you.”

“I love you too,” you reply, your voice soft and comforting, “be careful out there, okay?”

Max has one goal throughout qualifying, and to his team principal’s dismay, it is not being on pole. His one and only goal is to get the session done with as quickly as possible and get back to you as soon as he can. After the session ends, he barely waits for the car to come to a stop before jumping out and heading straight for the hospitality suite. His team notices his urgency but knows better than to question it once he tells them he’ll pay whatever fine the FIA will give him for missing his interviews.

Bursting through the door, Max finds you resting comfortably on the couch, a cup of tea in your hands. The sight of you immediately calms his racing heart. “Hey,” he says softly, walking over to sit beside you. “How are you feeling?”

You smile up at him, still in his team gear and the hat he almost never takes off, the warmth in your eyes easing his worries. “Better, now that you're here. How did it go?”

“Starting on pole,” he replies, mostly in a mumble, taking your hand in his. “But all I could think about was getting back to both of you.”

You squeeze his hand, your expression tender. “I'm proud of you, Max. You did great.”

He leans in, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “Thanks. Let's just relax for the rest of the day, hm? I want to hold you to make sure you’re not getting out of this bed until tomorrow.”

“You know, I would be happier about this proposal if it was until different circumstances,” you sigh, earning a laugh from him as he pulls you towards his chest, being careful not to spill your tea, of course. Why? Because it is a safety hazard, of course.

As you settle back into the bed together, Max feels a sense of relief wash over him. The stress of the day melts away in your presence, and he realizes how much he needs these quiet moments with you to forget all about the outside world and focus his energy on what actually matters instead.

The next day, feeling much better, you prepare to join Max at the track for the race. He’s still concerned but reassured by your determination to support him. As you arrive at the paddock together, Max is more attentive than ever, keeping an eye out for his father in hopes of trying to prevent the two of you running into each other. Navigating through the bustling paddock, Max keeps a protective arm around your waist, and a hand on your bump whenever the two of you stand somewhere talking to someone, guiding you through the throngs of people. His eyes constantly scan the crowd, his jaw set in a determined line. The other drivers and team members greet you warmly, and you return their smiles, feeling the anticipation that surrounds you.

“Max, relax a bit,” you whisper, squeezing his hand as you notice the tension in his posture.

He glances down at you, his expression softening slightly. “I just want to make sure everything’s okay.”

“I know,” you reply, reaching up to stroke his cheek, “but we’re here to enjoy the race and support you. Try to focus on that.”

He nods, taking a deep breath as both of you make your way to the Red Bull hospitality area. The team welcomes you with open arms, and you settle into a comfortable spot where you can watch the preparations for the race. He asks one of the interns to keep an eye on you, which he thought he was being sly whilst doing it, but you of course catch him in the corner of your eye. That’s when you realise the man walking towards him, your eyes meeting in nothing short of disdain for each other.

You stiffen slightly, your hand tightening around Max’s hand as he turns just in time to see his father approaching, his protective instincts kicking into high gear as he lets go of your hand and decides to wrap his arm around you protectively instead.

“Max,” Jos says, his tone neutral but carrying an underlying condescension. “We need to talk before your race begins, walk with me.”

Max's grip tightens around you for a moment before he reluctantly loosens his hold. “What is it, Dad?” he asks, his voice steady but tinged with irritation.

Jos's eyes flicker to you before focusing back on Max. “I wanted to discuss strategy, but I can see this isn't a good time.”

Max's jaw clenches, his protective instincts on high alert. “If it's important, we can talk here. I’m not leaving her side.”

Jos sighs, clearly frustrated. “Fine, if that's how you want it.”

Max’s arm remains firmly around you as his father steps closer. “Make it quick,” Max insists, his tone leaving no room for argument. If other people were to see your eyes moving from one Verstappen to the other, they’d probably think you are watching a tennis match, though the situation in front of you is certainly more tense than that.

Jos glances at you once more before addressing Max. “I just wanted to remind you to stay focused. Pole position is a great start, but you need to keep your head in the race.”

Max's eyes narrow, and he lets out a scoff, “I know how to do my job, no need for reminder. Anything else?”

Jos shakes his head, his expression a mix of disappointment and resignation. “Just don’t let distractions cost you the win.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” Max hisses, taking a step towards his father as he gently pushes you behind himself. You have to put a hand against his chest to slow him down, though that doesn’t prove to be a sufficient prevention method. “I already told you; she is my wife, and he is not going anywhere so you better get that into that damaged brain of yours.”

“Max,” you try to plead with him, “please, not before your race.”

He gives you a look over his shoulder for a short moment before turning back towards his father. His jaw is set as he looks at the man in front of him. “I’ll only tell you this one more time. When she’s here with me, you don’t show up. If you do show up, you don’t come near her, you don’t talk to her, you don’t even look at her.” Another step taken towards his father has you tightening your hold on him, but he still manages to convey his message. “Try something like this again, and you won’t be in my life anymore let alone my son’s.”

Jos's lips press into a thin line, his eyes darting to you briefly before settling back on Max. “Fine,” he repeats, his tone colder. “Just remember what’s at stake every time you get behind the wheel.”

Max stands his ground, his eyes locked onto his father's, unwavering. “I know exactly what's at stake, and I don't need you reminding me. Now, if you’ll excuse us, we have a race to focus on.”

It’s not the first time Max has stood up to his father, not by any means. But you can tell that this time affects him in a different way. The weight of the words exchanged and the implications for their future relationship linger in the air. You can feel the tension radiating from Max as he watches his father walk away, and it takes a moment for him to relax his posture and turn back to you. “Please tell me something that will calm me down so I don’t somehow do something that would put me to jail.”

“Okay,” you singsong, quickly positioning yourself in front of him so that you can fix him with a strict look on your face. “You are not doing something that will put you into prison, period.”

“I’m going to need a very good reason because all I want to do right now is follow him to his car and punch him.” Unfortunately for you, the way his jaw is set is a telling sign that, no, Max would actually do something like this given the circumstances.

“There is no sim racing in prison.” You try to provide, giving him a weak smile.

Max's lips twitch into a small, reluctant smile at your words, the tension in his jaw easing slightly. “No sim racing in prison, huh? Do you honestly think that would keep me from doing something stupid?”

“I panicked!” You exclaim, hitting him on his chest lightly as he laughs at you silently. “How are you supposed to help me raise our son,” you point to your stomach to emphasise your point, “if you’re in prison, huh?”

Max's smile grows wider, the tension in his posture finally starting to melt away. “Okay, okay, you’ve got a point,” he says, placing his hands on your shoulders and looking into your eyes. “I need to be here for both of you. But it’s so damn hard to ignore him.”

You reach up and cup his face in your hands, your eyes soft and filled with understanding. “I know, but you’re stronger than him. And you have more important things to focus on. Like winning this race and getting me more ice cream on our way back to the hotel.”

He takes a deep breath, nodding slowly as he lets out a soft chuckle. “You’re right. I can’t let him get to me. Not today.”

“Exactly,” you say, giving him a reassuring smile, “I usually am.”

Max laughs, the sound lightening the mood even more. “Yes, you usually are,” he agrees, pulling you closer for a brief kiss. “Thank you for always knowing how to calm me down.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” you say, resting your forehead against his. “Now, go out there and show everyone what you can do. We’ll celebrate with ice cream afterward.”

“Deal,” he replies, his eyes twinkling with affection and determination. With one last squeeze, he lets you go and turns towards his team, his focus now fully on the race ahead. “But I feel like I need to let you know that I would definitely go to prison for life for you.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “Don’t you have a race to win, Verstappen?”

He grins, giving you one last kiss before heading off to prepare for the race, giving you a grin over his shoulder as he starts to move away, “So, I’ll get the rest of that kiss after the race, then?”

“Yeah, Max,” you let out a breathy laugh, your eyes not leaving his for a moment, “after the race!”

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justauthoring · 1 year ago

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I really like your Tokyo revengers He’s Taken scenario. What if it happened in reverse where someone told the boys that they would be a better fit for reader <3

TOKYO REVENGERS - UM, SHE'S TAKEN?

includes: manjiro "mikey" sano, hanma shuji, baji keisuke and kazutora hanemiya all include xfem!reader!

a/n: this is so late but i felt i should actually do a request for once :) and i always love me some jealous boys!

MIKEY:

The audacity of this man.

That was all Mikey could think.

Did he not know who he was? Did he not know who you were dating? The Invisible Mikey, Toman's Leader and the most handsome boy you knew?

Clearly not.

Frowning, Mikey watches with barely concealed disdain as your classmate (the one you’ve been complaining to him about for weeks now) follows you outside of the school. He couldn’t always pick you up from school with Toman business and the like, but today he’d made sure he’d be able to after you’d texted him the day before that your annoying classmate had proceeded to take his infatuation with you a step further and follow you out of school. It had taken you great convincing to get him not to ‘walk you home’ as he so eloquently put it – stalking more like it – and though you’d tried to play it off, Mikey knew how scared you were.

The second your eyes fall on Mikey making his way over to you, he sees the instant relief that floods through them. Despite everything, Mikey can't help but feel slightly smug at that, hands shoved nonchalantly in his pockets as he crosses the distance over to you.

"Y/N-channn!" He calls out, arms stretched out towards you and with a single brief glance at the boy next to you, you all but race towards him, allowing yourself to fall into his arms. Mikey hates the way he feels you shake slightly beneath his fingertips, and he throws a not-so-subtle glare the classmates way, who – as he figured – is glaring right back at him.

"Y/N," the classmate calls, and Mikey's eyes narrow at his familiarity when regarding you. "Who's this?"

You lean back from his hug, and Mikey can see you look rather annoyed at the question – clearly, you've told him this before.

"Mikey," Mikey cuts in dryly, "her boyfriend."

And he must really not know who Mikey is because he has the gall to laugh.

"Boyfriend?" Haru laughs, mockingly and loudly, head thrown back as you cast a quick glance up at Mikey in uncertainy, trying to gauge he's reaction. Truthfully, Mikey looks unphased. "I thought you were joking about that, Y/N."

And then Haru steps forward, moving towards you; "I mean, you and me make a much better–"

It happens in a flash. Suddenly, you're no longer in Mikey's arms and rather set gently behind him, Mikey’s body blocking your view as Haru's hand that was outstretched towards you is now tightly grasped in Mikey's fist. A quick glance at Haru's face, and you can tell that Mikey's grip is tight, his face twisting with pain.

"Did I forget to mention?" Mikey smiles, "I'm also the leader of Toman."

Haru's eyes widen and he looks scared–well, shitless.

Mikey's grip tightens, finding the way all colour leaves Haru's face rather amusing and the way the panic wells with pain as Mikey bends his arm to the point of just being about to break.

"Now, what was that about you and Y/N-chan being a better match?"

"I was wrong!" Haru cries, voice pitching pathetically, "I'm sorry! I didn't mean it!"

"Don't apologize to me," Mikey shrugs, "apologize to Y/N-chan for making her so uncomfortable for the past few weeks."

Slowly, Mikey takes a step back, allowing you to fall in the view of Haru again, who, near crying, falls to his knees. "I'm so sorry! Please forgive me!"

Cheeks red slightly in embarrassment, you turn to Mikey.

He lets go with ease, Haru falling to the ground with one last cry, before Mikey makes his way to you, pulling you back into his arms with a wide grin.

"Let's go eat!" Mikey calls out with a cheer, snuggling into you. "I want you to feed me!"

HANMA:

"I mean, you're no good for her."

There's a beat. One long, single beat of silence before Hanma can't hold himself back anymore and he burst into laughter.

You, whose stood next to him, looks at him in disbelief, eyes widening as Hanma all but cackles in response to Asahi's words. Asahi, to be fair, looks just a stunned, and with a frown, you step towards your boyfriend, tugging on the sleeve of his jacket.

"Shuji!" You hiss, grip tightening on him.

He falls quiet at that, letting his eyes drift across you briefly, taking in the worried look in your eyes and the laughter stops at that. Hanma lets his eyes fall back on this boy, Asahi apparently, and the frown deepens – you were scared of this guy? He looked like wind might blow him over.

Besides, didn't you trust him to protect you?

A single glance back at you, and you're still throwing worried glances at Asahi, shuffled close to his side.

Guess he had something else to prove then.

"That's funny," Hanma finally speaks up, letting his eyes fall on Asahi with disinterest. "Hilarious actually." But all the humour has left his body, and Hanma simply stares back at the boy with a straight face.

Asahi falters, just slightly.

"I-I mean, you're a deliquent!" He calls out, gesturning in front of him at Hanma, before his eyes fall on you. "I mean, surely you can see that being with him will be nothing but a bad influence. If you were–"

Hanma steps in front of you, blocking you effectively from him.

"You don't get to talk to her," Hanma states rather bluntly.

Asahi turns to him, lips parting.

"You're not worthy enough to talk to her, pipsqueak. So let's keep this between you and me, huh?"

The air changes, thickens, and although you can't see it, you can practically sense as Asahi grows nervous, registering the glint in Hanma's gaze as he stares him down.

"I mean, surely, if you knew I was a... what did you say? Delinquent." Hanma snorts, "you think you'd have the brains to realize I'm not someone to mess with. And I don't take kindly to idiots like you trying to tell me who my girl should or shouldn't be with."

Hanma takes a step forward then, towering over the boy whose skin has grown pale, eyes flooding with fear as he stares up at Hanma.

"I especially don't take kindly to you scaring my girl either."

"I-I–"

Grabbing Asahi by the collar of his jacket, Asahi falls silent as Hanma pulls him up until he's standing on the tip of his toes, kicking his feet beneath him.

"But it seems I screwed up too, huh? My girl shouldn't have to be afraid because she should know I'd never let anyone touch her, let alone look at her if they made her uncomfortable."

There's a pause and Hanma's gaze grows wild as his fist slowly raises beside him, Asahi's cries of panic and pleads of mercy simply a background noise.

"So it looks like I gotta show her why."

BAJI:

"You're loud."

Well, Baji guessed he couldn't necessarily argue with that.

"You're rash."

That, too... maybe.

"You're not very smart."

Uh, ouch.

"You act without thinking. It could get Y/N hurt."

Okay, well that was just rude.

You were always Baji's top priority.

Well, that and fighting. But, still.

"I think I'd be a much better fit for her."

Baji should've figured this is where the conversation was going. Letting his eyes drift across the boy stood in front of him, he takes in the sight of his Toman uniform. He doesn't readily recognize the boy, so he's certainly not in his division.

Ballsy, he'd admit.

But stupid nonetheless.

He's probably in Mitsuya's division, Baji laughs to himself.

Well, not for much longer.

"I'll take your silence as a sign you agree with me–"

"I wouldn't jump to conclusions," Baji chuckles, grinning down widely at the boy. "What makes you think you're so great for Y/N? I know she's happy with me."

Lips parting, the boy pauses; "what?"

"You listed off all the reasons why you think I'm not a good fit for her, right?" He quirks a brow, and the boy nods. "So, tell me why you think you're a good match for her. You win, I'll break up with Y/N. And if you lose... well, needless to say." With a wide grin, Baji cracks his knuckles, baring his fists down at the boy.

The boys eyes widen, and he fumbles for a second, before he steels himself, inhaling deeply.

"Well, I'm smart, for one–"

"Wrong," Baji cuts in, "Y/N doesn't like smart guys. Why else would she have gone for me?"

Faltering, the boy shakes his head; "w-well, I'm a good cook–"

"Y/N prefers cooking herself," Baji shakes his head. "It's her passion."

Cheeks redenning, the boy rushes to add; "I-I'm! I'm strong!"

Baji just laughs; "not as strong as me. You're not even a vice captain of Toman!"

Thoroughly embarrassed, the boy hesitates, face bright red.

"Looks like you lose," Baji sings, stepping towards the boy. "I mean, if you really knew Y/N, you'd know the most important thing."

"W-What?"

"That none of that matters because she loves me!"

"You can't just–"

He never finishes what he's about to say before a fist makes contact with his cheek, knocking him off his feet and sending him straight to the ground.

Baji glances down at him with a blink.

"Strong my ass."

He makes a move toward him, before;

"Keisuke!"

Eyes lighting up, Baji spins, grinning at the sight of you. "Y/N!"

You fall in front of him, eyes flickering from the boy groaning on the ground back to him, "did you get in another fight again?"

Baji shrugs; "the guy deserved it. Not much of a fight either.”

And your eyes fall back on the boy on the ground and there's a flicker of hope where he thinks you might help but, but then after a moment you follow Baji's lead, shrugging, letting him take your hand in his before leading him off.

Guess Baji was right – you really did love him.

KAZUTORA:

"I mean, didn't you go to juvie?"

Frowning, Kazutora glares at the man, Daiki as he'd introduced himself as, in front of him. He was apparently a co-worker of yours, though Kazutora's never heard you talk about him before.

Stuck at this party your work was holding for you as a celebration for the promotion you'd received and your excellent work at the company, Kazutora had gotten a whole half hour of your time before you'd been whisked off by two woman, you offering an apologetic smile over your shoulder in response.

At the time, Kazutora hadn't minded – this night was for you after all and he wanted you to enjoy it.

Now, though? He desperately wanted to leave.

"How do you even know that?" Kazutora asks, his patience thin.

"I did some research when Y/N mentioned your name," Daiki shrugs. "Of course, when she mentioned you she hadn't mentioned that."

It's obviously meant as a jab. But Kazutora knew you weren't embarrassed of him – at least, he'd been pretty sure of that.

"Well, it's not really any of your business is it?" Kazutora cuts in, barely able to contain the snide in his tone. He barely liked socializing with people anyway, especially strangers, but he'd gone for you and because he wanted to be apart of your celebration. It was the least he could do after all you'd done for him.

But now he wishes he’d stayed home if he had to continue dealing with this guy.

"Still," Daiki insists, "aren't you embarrassed? I mean, such an upstanding woman... it's a wonder why she ever chose you."

"I chose him because I love him for him," you cut in and Kazutora’s eyes widen, glancing over his shoulder to see you making your way over to him. You look absolutely stunning, dressed in a floor length Y/F/C dress and when you notice his eyes on you, you smile at him, before it falters as you turn back to glance at your coworker. "But I hardly think that's any of your business anyways."

You fall next to Kazutora, wrapping your arm around his waist as you fall into his side, and the second you do, you squeeze Kazutora's side, and he realizes you're trying to reassure him.

"Y/N–!"

"Honestly, Daiki," you breathe out, voice coming out purposely exasperated as you roll your eyes. "I've had this conversation with you multiple times. I am happily in a relationship and your obsession with my personal affairs is strange and inappropriate. Given my promotion, I could easily have you fired."

Kazutora watches as the man's eyes widen, cheeks bleeding red as he shakes his head; "my-my apologies. Please, you don't have to go that far. I'll... I'll make sure I stop."

You raise a brow, holding the man with bated breath for a moment, before you nod. "Just don't let it happen again."

Daiki scurries off without another word, desperate to get away and Kazutora watches as you let out a sigh, shoulders falling as you shift, coming to stand in front of him, hands falling on his hips.

"I'm sorry about him. He's been... annoyingly persistant about asking me out for the past bit. I thought he'd have stopped when I reported him last week but when I saw him talking to you just now, I realized he hadn't."

Kazutora glances down at you, meeting your gaze.

You understand what he's trying to say before he even does; "nuh-uh," you shake your head, tugging him closer to you. "Don't let a word that idiot says get to you. He's just a pervert anyways. He spends half of his time looking down my shirt and I would never want to be with someone like him over you."

Biting his lips, Kazutora smiles softly; "I love you."

"I love you too," you grin, before slipping your hand into his. "Now, come on, I want to introduce you to my friends."

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tulip-room · 7 months ago

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✧.*Makes You Look Stupid*ೃ༄

"You want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid." "Yes, I do."

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The relationship between you and Gojo was…interesting to say the least. Somewhere between friends and something more but nothing less. You would fight and tease each other daily, hair tugged, faces red, eyes narrowed. But there were also moments where the world seemed to slow down.

Moments where he would come back from a mission and would immediately start towards the door of your dorm. He would knock twice and then his head would rest against the cool and grainy surface of the wood. Your knuckles would tap the door twice and he would lift his head for you to open the door. This had become a ritual for the two of you. He would slink into your room and you would turn the lights off.

He would lay down on your bed, not bothering to take his glasses off, and wraps his arms around your pillow. You shake your head and sit down next to him, he lifts his head up and you pluck the glasses from his face and gently sit them on the bedside table. You didn’t talk. There wasn’t a need. Your fingers just slowly carded through his hair until he fell asleep. It didn’t matter what time it was when he appeared, your door was always open. Even if you weren’t there because of your own missions.

In the morning he was always gone and everything would go back to how it usually was. If your other friends new what was going on didn’t mention anything, at least to either of you. There were looks thrown to each other and reading comments that never quite reached your ears.

“Is it throw things at Satoru time again?” You asked with a smile and picked up a pencil. Your other friends also had objects in their hands. Geto tossed the eraser in his hand a few times and nodded.

“Yeah, he says he’s figured it out.”

“I just like throwing things at him. Helps me get my frustration out.”

“Your sexual frustration?” Shoko teases and pokes you as you roll your eyes.

“I don’t have sexual frustration.” You gag a little bit and throw the pencil towards Gojo. It stops before it hits him and he throws you a shit eating grin.

“Gonna have to try harder than that if you want to hit something.” He lets out a fake yawn and it’s Geto’s turn to throw his eraser. It too stops before hitting him. “Really? I mean come on guys, is that all you got,” he crosses his arms behind his head and leans back as he closes his eyes.

The three of you share a look and roll your eyes. “Oh wow, how cool. Your technique does what it’s supposed to do,” you say in a monotone voice and shake your hands.

“Aww, don’t get mad just cause you can’t hit me.” He pops his head up to look towards you. “Here, I’ll let you get one punch in.” He taps his cheek with a smile and brandishes his face towards you.

“I’m going to lose it guys.” You sigh and cross your arms. Shoko and Geto let out small laughs and pat your back.

“You scared?” He pulls his glasses down a little bit.

“Let’s let those two figure it out.” Shoko says towards Geto and the two of them slip away. You let out a scoff at Gojo’s words.

“And what pray tell, should I be scared of Satoru?”

“Who’s to say? Obviously something if you’re not going to hit me.” You roll up the sleeves of your uniform and match over to him with a sneer on your face. You grab the collar of his jacket, slightly surprised that you could, and push him into the wall. He looks down at you with a smirk. “Is that all?”

“One of these days I’m going to shut you up.” You glare up at him and his smirk makes you want to hit him even more.

“And how are you going to do that?” He puts his hands on his hips.

“Knock you out.”

“Just face it, you want to kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid.” He playfully puckers his lips towards you. You let out a groan and tighten your grip on his jacket.

“You’re right.” Huh? He opens his eyes so he can properly look at you. “Yes, I do. One thing you got wrong though. I’m gonna kiss you stupid.” He lets out a small yelp as you pull him closer, his hands finding their way to your waist. You stop before your lips touch and he can feel your breath against his lips. Your noses brush and if you looked away from his lips you would see just how flushed his face is.

“What are you waiting for?” His voice is uneven and breathy. His breath hitches when one of your hands goes up to cup his face.

“Can I kiss you?” He never thought that sentence could sound so hot. But here he is, the sun beating down on the two of you and the leaves rustling and threatening to fall from the tree. He nods minisculely. Head just barely moving. “Tell me.”

“Kiss me.” He says it so quick one would almost miss it. “Please.” It’s so breathless that it makes you stop. You smile and close the rest of the distance between your lips. He sighs the minute your lips touch and his hands tighten against the fabric of your uniform.

He never thought much about how someone else’s lips felt against his own. Now, all he can think off is memorising the way your’s feel against his. Your lips are slightly chapped, likely due to the weather. The way you kiss him is greedy, taking everything he will give you. Your body feels warm against him and his glasses have slid down and are now bumping against you. You pull away and he finds himself leaning towards you.

His chest is heaving and he’s not sure he’s ever been this breathless before. His glasses are balanced precariously on the tip of his nose, threatening to fall off. You take them off of his face and smile at him. “Hi.” Voice barely above a whisper.

“Hi,” he whispers back and his thumb makes gentle circles on your skin where it’s found its way under your shirt. The front of him is cold despite the warm weather since you’re no longer pressed against him. “You’re right. I think you did kiss me stupid.”

“Clearly not enough if you’re still able to make sentences.”

“I guess you’ll have to try again then.” He says it like a challenge but really it’s a wish. He could kiss you for hours and never get bored. Maybe he will.

Needless to say, when he gets back from missions there’s something else added to your routine. He kisses your lips once and then places his head on your chest while you press kisses to the crown of his head. Besides kissing, nothing much changes. If you want him to shut up you grab his face and pull him into one. Shoko and Geto are unsure if they’re happy with this arrangement yet or not. On one hand Gojo shuts up. On the other, the two of you are now kissing with little care for anything else.

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rkiveslibrary · 27 days ago

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You Are My Crush, I Got A Crush On You

Summary: Namjoon's clumsiness causes you to make a soup and an unexpected snowstorm causes you to stay the night. What could possibly happen when you are left alone to spend a night in the same house as your crush?

Word Count: 8.4K

Paring: Namjoon/Reader (Seokjin is also a minor character and there is a flashback that includes all the boys)

Rating: 18+ MDNI!

Tags: PWP, reader is Jin's little sister, Namjoon's clumsiness strikes again, Yoongi locking himself out of the studio strikes again, mention of Seventeen though they aren't characters in this, Reader has a crush on Jihoon (same) flirting, POV switch, playful banter, flashbacks, stuck in a snow storm, slight fluff, mentions of boners, smut, porn, hinting of female masturbation, male masturbation, jerking off, blowjobs, hand jobs, cum swallowing, poor Joon is so pent up, mentions of eating pussy but no actual eating pussy

Authors Note: This has been on my mind for far too long and there have definitely been a lack of Namjoon fics in the fandom so I decided to finally sit down and write this. Also it's purely self indulgent because yes I have a big crush on Namjoon and also Jihoon from SVT. Thank you for reading and I do have a part two planned just once again I have to get the motivation to sit down and write it LOL.

Normally workouts make you feel good, strong and powerful

But today’s workout made you feel like your body was a block of solid cement.

You walked out of your workout class pushing your sweaty hair back the best you could while searching through your overcrowded gym bag for your car keys.

Once you finally found them at the very bottom of your bag and slid into your car you let out a weary sigh.

All you wanted to do was go home, shower, sit on the couch, and do nothing for the rest of the day, however, you knew as important as it was to move your body, it was also important to fuel your body and your lackluster groceries would not get you through the next couple of days, so a quick grocery run it is.

Lucky for you, the grocery store was only a six-minute drive from the gym, so you cranked up your pump-up playlist and put the car in drive.

Right as you stopped at a red light, the song that was playing was cut off by a loud ringing. You stared at your car display to see that your older brother was calling you.

You were instantly worried. He never called you for anything unless it was an emergency so you turned down the volume and answered on the third ring.

“What’s up is everything okay?” You asked slightly panicked as you made a left turn and flipped your visor down so the sun didn’t blind you as you drove.

“Hello to you too my dear sister.” He said, his voice smooth and teasing which caused you to roll your eyes.

“You only call when something is seriously wrong. So what happened?” You repeated as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel.

“I can’t call my sister and want to chat?” He asked as you rolled your eyes again.

“No Jinnie you usually don’t so sorry for me thinking you were in danger. Now what’s up? If you don’t answer I’m going to hang up on you. I’m busy driving to the grocery store and you did interrupt one of my favorite songs.”

He laughs as you huff.

“And what song would that be hmm. If you say a Seventeen song I’m going to be the one hanging up on you.”

“What do you want Jin.” You interrupt because okay yes. You were listening to a Seventeen song.

“My sister. My only sister listening to another band besides mine. Wow, I’m hurt.” He teases as you pull into the grocery store parking lot.

“Jin I know you didn’t call me to tease me about my wonderful music taste now what do you want?” You asked throwing the car in park and gathering your things.

“Wonderful? Which one of Jihoon’s masterpieces was it this time?” He asked as you drummed your fingers against the steering wheel again in impatience.

“Jin I’m serious I just got out of a workout class and I still need to get groceries. I just want to go home and shower so please cut to the point of this call.” You whine as you hear him laugh.

“Grocery store! Perfect that’s what I was calling about anyway.” He says and you can almost hear him grin over the phone.

“I’m not buying you groceries if that’s what you asking about..” You argue.

“No that’s not it. Can you make some dumpling soup tonight? I kind of need it.” He says as you cock an eyebrow.

“You don’t sound sick Jinnie.” You say suspiciously.

“Oh no it’s not for me. Well, I’m going to have some of course but it’s for Namjoon.”

Namjoon

Oh.

Your heart began to beat wildly as Jin explained.

“So he stepped right instead of left and almost smacked into Jungkook. He ended up on the floor with a swollen wrist and ankle. He’s been at home for the last six days pouting because the company doesn’t want him to do anything at all until he is healed.”

“Soup won’t heal a sprain Jin.” You remind him pulling up your phone to add the ingredients for the soup to your list.

“I know but I was hoping it would make him less grumpy. He’s being a major baby right now trying to do everything on his own and I figured the soup would make him feel better. But I want none of that online recipe stuff I want you to make Eomma’s recipe.” Jin explains.

“Okay fine but on one condition.” You say as you mentally plan everything out.

“Which is?” Jin asks.

“I bring it to him.”

You can already hear Jin’s whining but you cut him off.

“No. No way Jinnie! You are going to have me make this soup and you're going to drop it to Namjoon and take all the credit like you always do. This soup takes hours no way am I going to let you take credit for it.” You say as you disconnect the Bluetooth in your car and hold the phone to your ear as you exit to grab your reusable bags from the back.

“I wasn’t going to do that!” He protests.

You raise an eyebrow.

“Okay, fine you can bring it to him and eat with us. I guess. God, you are so dramatic sometimes you know.” He says still whining as you bite your lip.

“You do know I haven’t forgotten when I spent all night making chocolate cupcakes for your comeback and you took all the credit for them.” You remind him as you close your trunk and lock the car.

“That was ages ago! Forgive and Forget and all that crap.” He says as you let out a laugh.

“Never Jinnie. Now I’ll text you when it’s done and you will text me his address got it.”

After much whining Jin agrees and when you hang up the phone there is a bounce in your step as you enter the grocery store armed with reusable bags and a vision.

---

Three Years Ago…

You had cleaned the entire house for Jin. You knew he would be having the boys back here after the award show and the second you walked in your eyes nearly fell out of your head when you saw how downright gross it was.

After over an hour of cleaning, you began to prep the food for them. Nothing too crazy as most of it was catered in but you still managed to make a cheese platter and a fruit tray as the award show was playing in the background.

When BTS won you cheered and danced around the kitchen, your eyes happily falling to the TV and pride bloomed in your chest when you saw Jin and the others walk up to the stage.

However, your eyes didn’t stay on your brother for too long as they drifted to Namjoon and you bit your lip. God did he ever look good in his tight-fitted clothes, with his hair pushed back and a slow sweet smile on his face as he let Jungkook take the award.

Your crush on Namjoon started way before their award days, it started when Jin called your parents and told them he was signed on to a company and was going to be a K-pop idol. A week later he let you and your parents come down to the dorm to meet the other boys and your eyes landed on Namjoon.

Tall, Lanky with a slow easy smile he shook both your parent’s hands and when he shot you a wink you nearly melted to the floor.

But nothing ever came from it.

You were always Jin's little sister and he was Namjoon. The boys got busy, your life got busy and you hardly saw them unless it was at performances and even then you never got a moment alone with Namjoon though he was always polite and pleasant to you.

Tonight would be the first time you would be alone with them in years and you were feeling both a mix of nerves and excitement.

Hours later the food had arrived and you were just finishing setting everything up when the door banged open and you heard seven different voices talking at once as you smoothed down your sweater and tried to look busy in the kitchen.

“WE DID IT!” Jin called out as he rounded the corner and wrapped you in a one-armed hug that had you smiling up at him.

“Thanks for cleaning and getting everything set up! Take some food before you go yeah?” He said as Taehyung smacked Jin’s shoulder and clicked his tongue.

“She came over, cleaned your dirty place got everything set up and you're sending her away? No way! She parties with us tonight. Champagne?” He asked you with a playful smile on his lips Jin rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. Instead, he began piling food on his plate as the others followed suit.

An hour later you were sitting on the couch next to Jin and Hoseok as the boys replayed the night for you. They were a little bit more than tipsy but you were feeling just buzzed as you cut yourself off at one drink.

You didn’t want to make a fool of yourself in front of them

Especially not in front of Namjoon.

So you took your time sipping your champagne that probably cost more than your rent as you listened to them tell the story.

“Then after we won the award Mingyu came up and hugged us. Well, almost all of Seventeen did which was super cool but because there are so many of them it was like we were being mobbed.” Jungkook said with a cute bunny smile.

Your eyes shifted to Jin as he grinned at you mischievously.

“Don’t you dare Jin” You warned under your breath as he grinned and the others fell silent.

“We should have asked Jihoon to come back and celebrate with us.” He teased as you nudged him hard making him almost spill his drink.

“Wait why?” Jimin asked eying you both as you shot Jin a death glare.

“My dear sister here has the biggest fattest crush on him. You’d think having a brother in BTS would make her more loyal.” He teases as you put your drink down to cover your face with your hands in embarrassment.

You knew you were blushing, you knew the tips of your ears were red as the boys all giggled around you.

“It’s not about loyalty! I just think he’s very smart and talented and I like his music, their music so sue me!” You argued back as Jin threw his head back and laughed.

“So that’s why you had posters of him on your wall...because you admire his talent?” Jin teases wiggling his eyebrows as you try to pinch his arm but he dodges out of the way.

“It would be weird to have a poster of you on my wall and you know it Jinnie!” You say sweetly back shooting him daggers with your eyes

“We could set this up you know,” Taehyung said as he sipped his drink, his eyebrow cocked in mischievousness that made your stomach turn.

“No no! Stop I don’t want my baby sister dating Jihoon. Or any K-pop idol! It was a joke!” Jin scolds as the others laugh and now take their turn to tease him.

“You were the one to bring up the crush!” Jungkook reminds.

“Jihoon is very talented you have good taste.” Yoongi teases with a wink and you blush wildly.

Everyone thinks Yoongi looks like Jihoon so the comment makes you smile.

“I happen to share a birthday with Joshua I’m sure he and I could get the ball rolling.” Taehyung teases as Jin throws his hands out.

“No! Guys! She’s not dating any K-pop idol thank you very much. She’s my baby sister I don’t even want to think about her dating at all!”

“I mean I could call Mingyu. He’s tall and handsome I’m sure he would be honored to help.” Jungkook chimes in as the room erupts in laughter.

“No no! Don’t encourage her! We are supposed to protect her not throw her to the wolves!” Jin argues.

“Come on they are all nice!” Hoseok chimes in as he raises his glass to you in silent cheers and you can’t help but grin.

“I agree with Jin. We shouldn’t.” Came Namjoon’s diplomatic voice as you turned to him and he was staring at you with such intensity it made you swallow hard.

The room fell silent as Namjoon spoke and your eyes widened as he reached for his drink and spread his legs wider showing off his thick thighs in those damn dress pants that you loved so much.

“She’s been ours since day one. We don’t share. Seventeen can find their own good luck charm.” He says, successfully ending the conversation with a sip of his drink.

The rest of the night is filled with laughter and teasing at the other’s expense thank god and as you make your way to the kitchen to refill your glass, this time with water Namjoon joins you.

“Need a refill?” You ask as you try to calm your shaking hands as you hear the other erupt into loud giggles in the other room.

You had never been alone with Namjoon in a room before and it was making your skin prickle and your heart pound.

“Yeah, maybe just some water.” He says smoothly holding his glass out to you as you fill it.

“I meant what I said earlier you know. You’re ours. We don’t share.” He then does something that takes your breath away.

He tilts the glass to his mouth and takes a slow swallow and you watch as his throat bobs and you grip the counter.

When he removes the cup from his lips he shoots you a wink, the same wink you saw all those years ago except now he is tall and buff from all that working out and his chest is straining behind the fabric of his tight shirt and it takes everything in you not to jump him right here and now.

“Joon! While you are in there get us the chips!” Hoseok calls out as Namjoon immediately steps away and you can’t help but notice the blush staining his cheeks.

He reaches above your head for the cupboard that the chips are in as you inhale his expensive cologne.

“God you smell so good.” You mutter out before you can stop yourself.

His eyes flick to yours and a small smile appears on his lips.

“You do too baby.” He says before shooting you a smile that shows off those dimples and turning to join the boys in the living room, giving you space to catch your breath.

---

Namjoon was miserable.

He was stuck at home with nowhere to go and nothing to do and he couldn’t even leave his damn couch because of his ankle.

He was tired and bored. So incredibly bored.

Normally a healthy male who was home alone and bored would jerk off but he was unable to do even that due to his damn clumsiness.

His right wrist was still swollen and the doctors told him no activity using that hand for two weeks which meant he had to learn how to do everything with his other hand which made him feel even more clumsy and stupid.

Three days in, he tried jerking off with his left hand but the whole thing was messy and uncoordinated and left him more frustrated than before so he just gave up.

Namjoon tried to pay attention to the TV and not to the fact he had not jerked off in almost a week. If he even thought about his cock he knew he would get hard and it would probably never go down.

Lucky for him his phone rang to save him from his thoughts and he saw Jin’s face on the display.

He turned down his TV and answered on the third ring.

“What’s up Jin?” He asked with a smile

“How are you holding up Joon? Climbing the walls in boredom yet?” Jin asked.

“Almost. Yoongi hung up on me an hour ago because I wanted him to walk me through the song he was working on because I was so bored. I think I asked him too many questions and he got annoyed.” Namjoon pouted as Jin laughed.

“Well I have a solution to the boredom and to make you feel better. I’m a genius I know.” Jin boasted.

“I think you have to tell me what it is before you can call yourself a genius.” Namjoon pointed out as he shifted on the couch so his arm was propped up better and put Jin on speaker.

“Well you see growing up whenever I was sick my eomma would make dumpling soup to make me feel better,” Jin explains.

“I’m not sick though. I don’t think a hurt wrist is the same as a common cold.” Namjoon points out as Jin lets out a long drawn-out sigh.

“You and my sister are so similar it’s scary you know that.” He points out as Namjoon straightens up on the couch.

“What does this have to do with your sister?” He asks trying to keep his voice steady.

“Well, I called her and she just so happened to be at the grocery store so I asked her very politely if she could make some soup. Her one objection was she had to be the one to bring it because she thought I would take all the credit. How rude right? Just because of those cupcakes ages ago….”

Namjoon was no longer listening as a memory as clear as day came into focus.

Alone with you in Jin’s kitchen

Caging you in

Flirting with you

The way you blushed

The way you told him he smelled good.

How you looked at him with stars in your eyes.

“So we are going to come by and drop it off tonight. And she’s coming to eat with us. Sorry.” Jin said snapping Namjoon from his thoughts.

“Uh yeah. Yeah sure.” Namjoon stammered as he felt his cock start to thicken from under his sweatpants.

Well fuck.

“I’m going to come over early and clean a bit sounds good?” Jin asked as Namjoon ran a shaky hand through his hair trying his best to focus on the conversation and not on how quickly his cock hardened at the thought of you.

“Yeah sure Jin. Sounds good.” He says not even listening to Jin anymore as his thoughts run wild.

“Don’t get up and try to do it yourself Namjoon I’m serious the company will kill you if you get hurt again!” Jin scolds as Namjoon lets out a small huff.

“I’m okay Jin. I’m not that bad.” He reminds as Jin lets out a laugh.

“Sure Joon.” He says voice dripping with obvious sarcasm.

“I’m going to shower and I’ll be there in an hour to clean okay? If I find you off that couch cleaning there will be hell to pay.” He reminds as they both say their goodbyes and hang up the phone

Namjoon looks down at his cock, hard and leaking in his sweats and he lets out a weary sigh. He only had an hour until Jin came over, he only had god knows how long until you came over so Namjoon did what he had to do. He clumsily pushed down his sweatpants and jerked off his cock with his left hand trying his best not to think about you and the crush he has had on you for years.

---

By the time the soup was done and you had loaded it into your car the drive was the least of your worries.

You had changed your clothes at least three different times and tried your best to mix looking cute, but also not like you were trying too hard into one outfit.

You followed the GPS and took your time driving down the quiet streets towards Namjoon’s place.

By the time you arrived, you were even more nervous as you parked your car and blew out a shaky breath.

It was just Namjoon. He was kind, patient and charming. This was not a date. This was a friend dropping off soup for another friend. That was it.

The door opened as Jin came out to greet you and he grabbed the soup from the backseat as you gathered your purse and slung it over your shoulder.

Jin entered like he owned the place but you were more careful and shy as you slowly took off your shoes at the front door and headed inside, almost immediately soothed by the scent of Namjoon everywhere.

You found Jin in the kitchen placing the soup on the stove and turning it on to heat it and your eyes fell on Namjoon who was lounging on the couch scrolling his phone.

His hair was short and messy in an endearing kind of way and he was wearing a soft green sweater and sweatpants that made you swallow hard.

God, did this man have to look good in everything?

He finally looked up and his mouth curled into a smile as he greeted you, eyes crinkling and dimples poking out as he raised his good arm in a wave.

“Grab us bowls will you the soup is almost heated,” Jin asked as he stood in the kitchen stirring the soup with one hand on his hip.

“I-uh.” You stammered as you didn’t want to intrude and go through Namjoon’s stuff.

He shot you another smile.

“It’s okay you can put your coat anywhere and the bowls are in the cupboard on the left, near the sink. The spoons are in the drawer right under and Jin remember, she doesn’t practically live here like you do. She has manners.” Namjoon teases as you grin and get to work taking off your coat.

---

By the time the soup is ladled into bowls and Jin has told Namjoon for the third time to sit down and stop trying to help, you are more than ready to eat as Jin hands Namjoon a bowl and a stack of at least fifty napkins and sits on the couch next to him leaving you to sit in the armchair on the other side.

You don’t mind though as the armchair has a cozy throw blanket that you immediately throw on your lap and snuggle into.

You let the boys talk and get caught up as you eat your soup. You are more than happy to just listen and not add much to the conversation as you find Namjoon’s place soothing and comfy and you take your time looking around and letting their soft voices fade into the background.

Just as you all finish eating Jin’s phone rings and he frowns when he sees the display.

Without a word he puts his now empty bowl on the coffee table and answers it, leaving the room and heading down the hallway to get some privacy.

“Any idea what that’s about?” Namjoon asks as you shake your head and try to strain your ears to listen in.

“Secret girlfriend?” You ask as Namjoon’s lip twitches and he shakes his head.

“Not that I know of.”

“Hmm.”

“What about you?” Namjoon asks as your eyes snap back to his and you can feel your cheeks heat up as you fiddle with the blanket.

“Are you asking if I have a secret girlfriend?” You tease playfully as Namjoon grins.

“A secret girlfriend, boyfriend, whoever. I don’t judge.” He says honestly as you hear footsteps coming and you both look up to see Jin hanging up the call and grabbing his coat from the kitchen table.

“Woah where are you off to in a rush?” Namjoon asks as Jin pockets his phone and runs a hand through his hair.

“Yoongi called me. He locked himself out of his studio. Again. And he tried the password so many times that now he needs the master key. I swear to god he’s as bad as you Namjoon.” Jin huffs as he puts his arms through the sleeves of his coat and zips it up.

“Um excuse me I have never locked myself out of the studio thank you,” Namjoon replies smartly as you stifle a small giggle.

“Yes, but you are sitting on the couch with a hurt ankle and wrist so…” His voice trails off as he shrugs.

“Listen I hate to do this but I have to help Yoongi so are you able to help Namjoon? Clean the kitchen for him and help him to bed?” Jin asks as your eyes bulge and Namjoon remains silent on the couch.

“I can take care of myself hyung,” Namjoon says in a small voice as you feel your cheeks heat up and images flash through your mind of Namjoon unable to do things such as brushing his teeth or changing into sleep clothes.

And if you have to help him with those things

Oh god.

“Namjoon please just accept our help. Her help. Sorry to do this to you but he’s our leader and we need him back as soon as possible. I’m tired of being in control of everything. Do what she says Joon. I’m serious. I’ll call you tomorrow.”

With that he gathers his things and leaves you both alone in the silence of Namjoon's house.

The air feels thick with tension and you swallow hard as you remember the last time you were with Namjoon.

He stares at you and you flush under his heated gaze as you quickly stand from the couch and gather the bowls and spoons bringing them to the kitchen to begin to clean.

---

Namjoon couldn’t believe his luck.

This was the first time in a very long time he was alone with you and that thought alone made his heart skip.

He watched as you moved around his kitchen with ease. No longer the nervous shy girl who was there before but now you acted as if you knew where everything was and you looked so at home in Namjoon’s kitchen that it made him think thoughts that he knew Jin would kill him for.

Like how nice it would be for him to come home after a long day and have you cook for him

How nice it would be to put his arm around you and pull you into his side.

How nice it would be to rip down your leggings and fuck you against the kitchen table.

Namjoon grits his teeth and tried to look anywhere else but your ass as you leaned down to look for take-out containers to store the leftover food in.

His cock was rapidly thickening and he cursed himself for not being able to jerk off earlier as he still felt clumsy and foreign using his left hand.

“Joon where are your containers?” You ask sweetly as Namjoon grabs a pillow to cover his aching hard-on and lets you know they are one cupboard over from where you were looking.

You hum to yourself as you clean the kitchen and Namjoon recognizes the song right away as a song by Seventeen.

Yes, he had kept a closer eye on them and their activities since that night Jin admitted your crush.

He felt protective of you that was all.

By the time the kitchen was clean Namjoon’s dick had softened and you grabbed for your coat.

“Wait where are you going?” He asked from the couch as he put his phone down and stared at you with a small pout he knew would make you melt.

“I-I mean I made you dinner, I cleaned, I-I thought Jin was kidding about the helping you into bed stuff?” You say as you shift from foot to foot.

“You cooked and cleaned for me and have been amazing. I’m not going to kick you out that would be rude. You can stay if you want. I don’t mind.” He says as you shoot him a nervous smile.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to impose.” You ask but he can tell you like the idea as you are already sliding off your coat and putting it back where you found it.

“You made me dinner. I owe you. Come sit we can hang out.”

You smile as Namjoon pats the couch next to him and you curl up as if it is the most natural thing in the world.

Once you both decide on a movie and you help Namjoon put it on because he is still clumsy with his left hand you throw a blanket over you both and Namjoon grins at you.

“You can move closer you know. I’m not going to bite.” He teases as you nod and slowly but carefully move closer to him.

Namjoon lets out a small laugh and takes control as he positions your body so you are leaning your head on his chest and his arm is around you.

“Mmm, that’s better.” He says as the movie starts and he hopes and prays you can’t feel how hard his heart is hammering under his sweater.

So many nights he dreamed of you being in this position. In his arms, cozy, comfortable and safe and now that he has it he prays it will never end.

---

Did Namjoon pick a movie that was long so he could have you in his arms longer?

Maybe.

By the time the movie is done, it is way past ten and when you check your phone your face crumples into a frown.

“What is it? What’s up?” Namjoon asks as you slip from his embrace and he misses your heat immediately.

You don’t answer him and instead make your way to the window where you pull the curtain and groan when you see the world has been covered in a thick layer of snow.

“When the hell did it start snowing?” Namjoon asks as he stretches his arms above his head and fumbles for his phone to check the weather.

“My app said it’s supposed to snow all night into tomorrow. Shit driving is going to be a nightmare I better start my car.” You announced as you fish in your purse for your keys.

“Spend the night here. You can’t drive in this.” Namjoon says as he watches as you pause and the cutest blush coats your cheeks.

God he loves when he flusters you.

“I-I mean making food for you is one thing but spending the night?” You stammer looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

“Come on it’s safer this way. I can’t have you driving in this and Jin would kill me if I did let you drive in this. I have spare rooms. Spend the night.” Namjoon almost pleads.

“Maybe I should call Jin to make sure it’s okay with him? I’m okay with it I just…. he’s my brother you know- I don’t want to- you know.” You say as you run a hand through your hair and still look all flustered.

God if Namjoon wasn’t hurt he would get off this couch right now and assure you it was more than okay by pinning you to the wall and kissing you,

“Call him and see what he says. I really don’t mind though.” He offers as you shoot him a small smile and leave down the hall to make the phone call.

Namjoon does his best to tidy things up while he waits for you to come back.

He hopes and prays that Jin comes to his senses and lets you stay.

Not that he controls you but Jin could be very protective of his sister sometimes and Namjoon gets that.

But that doesn’t stop the butterflies from erupting in his stomach when you come back and tell him that Jin liked the idea and was glad that you would be staying because you could take care of Namjoon and you wouldn’t be driving in this storm.

“Come on let me show you the bedroom. I’ll loan you some clothes too.” He says as he gingerly gets up from the couch and hobbles over to you, slightly limping.

“Oh god, should you be walking? Should we just sleep out here?” You ask panicked as Namjoon chuckles low in his throat.

“I can’t walk long distances but I can walk. Just don’t mind that I hobble like an old man.”

You crack a smile.

“Well come on old man show me my room.”

---

You stare at the clothes Namjoon picked out for you and you bite your lip.

He gifted you with one of his tee shirts that was plain white and would be so large on you that it would be a dress.

It was kind of him to also give you PJ bottoms but you knew they would never fit you anyway so you opted for just the top.

You peeked out the window to see the snow falling hard and fast and you gulped when you realized you would have to face Namjoon wearing only his shirt because you promised to meet him in his bathroom so he could give you a spare toothbrush.

You felt blush coat your cheeks as you recalled the phone conversation with Jin.

He told you that you MUST stay with Namjoon tonight because no way in hell would you be driving in an unexpected snowstorm.

He was spending the night in Yoongi’s studio because he got trapped there during the storm and didn’t feel comfortable driving.

“Well, I’m glad it’s Namjoon. He will take good care of you and keep you safe. He’s a good guy like that.”

Jin’s words echoed through your mind as you padded across the floor in your socks and slowly cracked open the door.

You made your way down the hall and saw Namjoon already standing at the sink in no shirt and workout shorts.

Well fuck.

His back was wide and perfectly muscled and you felt your throat go dry when his eyes found yours in the mirror.

The smirk on his face let you know he knew you were staring.

Well. Fuck.

“Thank you for the clothes. I didn’t bother with the pants I didn’t think they would fit.” You say softly as you enter the bathroom and stand next to him, already grabbing the spare toothbrush and trying your best not to stare too hard at his defined chest as you put toothpaste on the brush.

“Mm, no problem. You look good in my clothes.” He teases as you both get to work brushing your teeth and you try to ignore the throbbing between your legs and the handsome man next to you.

Once teeth were brushed and everything was put away you turn to Namjoon.

“Again thank you for letting me stay. I appreciate it Namjoon. I’m going to be honest I’m scared to drive in the snow so you saved me in more ways than one.” You admit with a shy smile.

“I’m always happy to help. As I said before you are ours. We take care of what is ours.”

You feel your stomach turn and your heart pound under his shirt as you stare up into his beautiful face.

Your eyes flick down to his lips and you wonder what it would be like to taste them. To push him against the bathroom sink and devour him.

“Goodnight.” He says softly as you snap out of your thoughts and nod at him before leaving the bathroom and heading back to your room.

Your heart is pounding.

Your body is thrumming with a need that cannot be ignored any longer.

You hop on the bed, slide under the covers and slide your hands between your legs.

---

Namjoon is hard

Achingly, embarrassingly hard

And the thing won’t fucking go away.

He’s been staring at the ceiling for the past hour trying to get his body to calm down, to go to sleep and to stop being so goddamn horny.

But his cock is hard and leaking and his balls ache and he lost count of how many times he let out a frustrated groan.

He thought about everything he could that would make his cock soften but it seemed tonight was the night his body was fighting back and he was still hard as a rock and frustrated as the night went on.

It didn’t help that he knew you were just down the hall, wearing nothing but his shirt which thank god you didn’t notice the instant boner he got just from you walking into the bathroom only wearing that.

Fuck you looked so good in his clothes.

It drove him insane.

Namjoon pushed off the covers as his body felt too hot, too wound tight and he shucked off his shorts for good measure letting his hard cock smack against his stomach.

He tried to jerk off with his right hand but the pain in his wrist was too much and after a minute or two he had to stop.

He thought about flipping over and humping the bed like a horny teenager but honestly, that would involve him propping himself up on his arms which he was unable to do because of his wrist.

God damn this was frustrating.

The wind howled outside and he craned his neck to see it was still snowing. He hoped it would be a massive snowstorm. Enough to leave you inside with him long enough for him to make a move, to do something, to say something.

Namjoon was about to give up and turn off the lamp so he could hump the mattress like a horny teenager when there was a knock at the door.

With his good hand, he pulled his shorts up and scrambled to cover himself with the blankets his cock twitching as he knew exactly who was standing on the other side of the door.

“C-Come in,” he called out as you slowly opened the door and stood there, hair messed, eyes wide and only wearing his shirt.

You were a vision.

“Sorry did I wake you?” You asked pulling his shirt down further as Namjoon sat up against his headboard and made sure to bunch the blankets so you couldn’t see the tent from his hard-on.

“Nah I couldn’t sleep.”

You nodded still standing at the door unmoving.

“What’s up? Jin didn’t ask you to check to see if I’m getting enough sleep did he?” Namjoon joked as you shot him a soft small smile and seemed to shake off some of your nerves.

You obviously came here for a reason and Namjoon hoped it was the same reason he was thinking.

“I couldn’t sleep either. Your house is beautiful Joon don’t get me wrong. But it’s also kind of spooky at night.”

“Want Koya to keep you safe?” He asks as he reaches beside him to hold up the giant Koya plush he received ages ago that now has a permanent spot on his bed.

You smile.

“I was thinking you could keep me safe. Nothing against Koya of course.”

Namjoon smiles and pats the bed beside him.

“Come here I’ll keep you safe.”

He gleefully watches as you close his door and slowly walk over to him. Up close he can see your nipples pebble through his shirt and he realizes you don’t sleep with a bra on.

His cock gives an interested twitch and he grimaces when he feels precum ooze over the head of his cock.

“Thanks, Joon. I’m sorry I’m not usually a baby like this. I just don’t like storms of any kind.” You admit as you slide under the covers.

“It’s okay I get that.” He says softly as you bury your face into his bare chest and he feels you wrap your bare legs around him.

This makes the whole thing so much better but also worse because now his cock is absolutely throbbing between his legs and all he can think about is fucking you.

You both lapse into silence as the storm rages outside. The wind is howling and the snow is falling and Namjoon holds you tight and stokes your hair and admires just how good you look in his arms.

“Namjoon?” Your voice comes out small and when he looks down you aren’t looking up at him, instead your eyes are locked on his cock which is achingly hard and clearly tenting the bedsheets.

“You’re hard.” You point out as Namjoon closes his eyes and feels his body heat up in embarrassment.

Fuck it wasn’t supposed to happen like this.

“I uh-please don’t think I’m a pervert or anything I just- it’s been awhile and with my wrist I can’t and- fuck I’m so sorry this is so embarrassing.” He stammers closing his eyes tight.

“Let me take care of it.” You say after a solid minute of him rambling.

His eyes pop open, his cock twitches again and he stares at you with wide eyes and lips parted.

“Please Joon. You let me spend the night. You protected me from the storm it’s the least I can do.”

---

You wanted to laugh at the look on Namjoon’s face after you offered to take care of his obvious hard-on.

The poor guy looked like he had been hit on the head with the dazed look he was giving you.

“I’m sorry repeat that? I think I misheard you.” He says mouth still gaping open.

You don’t bother to repeat what you said, you know he heard you so instead you bring your hands down to the covers and stroke his hard cock, feeling the thickness and girth against your palm.

“Holy fuck.” Namjoon hisses as he scrunches his eyes up in pleasure and grips the sheets tight.

“Can I see you Joonie? I think I can do better without all these blankets.” You ask as his teeth bite into his lip and before you have a chance to remove the covers he grabs the back of your head and pulls you in for a kiss.

The second his lips meet yours you melt into his arms as he kisses you with such passion and heat that it makes your core throb as if you didn’t get off to the thought of him an hour ago.

His hand tangles into your bed head and he pulls you closer, kissing you as if he can’t get enough as if he had been holding back just as much as you have.

'“God I’ve wanted to do that forever.” he mutters against your mouth.

“Me too. Fuck Joon I want you so bad you have no idea.” You whine as you pepper kisses against his jawline and down his neck.

“Me too but I think you do have an idea how bad I want you.”

You giggled and slowly peeled off the blankets to expose his body to your eyes.

You took in his miles of golden skin and the way his stomach was tensing under your heated gaze. When your eyes fell onto his hard cock you nearly gasped as you saw it straining against the front of his gym shorts.

He was huge

“Holy fuck you are huge Joon.” You say taking your time to run a finger down the length of his cock which has him groaning and his eyes rolling in the back of his head.

“You c-can’t say shit like that to me I’m serious.” He warns as you slowly peel down his shorts so his cock is freed and smacks against his toned stomach.

“And why not? It’s a complement you know.” You coo as you bring your hand to circle his cock and give him long slow strokes as his thighs twitch and he bites into his lip hard.

“Listen on any other day I say sure go for it I’m all for dirty talk. But I haven’t been able to… not since…and it’s you are you’re hot… and I-”

You take your hand off his cock and a high whine leaves his lips as his eyes snap open and look at you.

“Why… Don’t. No. Don’t stop.” He cries out as he uses his left hand to grab your wrist to bring it back to his length.

“Use your words Joon or I won’t continue.” You say sitting back on your heels and taking in the wrecked man in front of you.

“God this is so embarrassing.” He replies ducking his head.

“I haven’t been able to... Since the accident and I’m really fucking horny right now and I’ve wanted you for ages and now you have your hand on my cock and your talking dirty to me and I don’t want to cum too early you know?”

You stare at him in silence so he continues to babble.

“Usually this isn’t a problem I promise but when it’s been over a week since…. you know…it becomes a problem.”

He finally stops babbling to stare at you with wide eyes and a blush that is now staining his cheeks.

“Joonie I don’t care how long you last. I want to make you feel good. That’s all. Let me take care of you.” You say softly as you once again circle his cock and give him slow careful strokes.

“Fuck that feels so- fuck.” He grits out as you continue to work him.

The ache between your legs is growing but you ignore it for now as you try your best to focus on him and his pleasure.

You decide to take it up a notch as you slowly lay down on the bed and begin to press hot kisses to the base of his cock making his eyes fly open and a strangled moan leave his lips.

You take your time kissing up his heated shaft and when you get to the top you deliver small licks to the head of his cock getting used to the taste of him before you swallow him down.

Namjoon is a mess above you. His good hand grabs at your hair to push it away from your face and the growls and moans he lets out are making you wetter than you had ever been as you hollow out your cheeks and begin to move up and down on his cock.

“Fuck I want-I want to- I have to- Fuck.” He cries out trying to pull you off of him before he cums down your throat.

You stop your movements and stare up at him through long lashes as you shake your head and Namjoon chokes out a groan.

“You’re going to? Holy fuck? You don’t have to-” He stutters as you grin and pop your wet mouth off the head of his cock.

“The least I can do is swallow all your cum like a good girl Joonie.” You say as you once again bob your head and suck his cock.

You hallow your cheeks once more and add more suction licking and sucking the head and using your hands to jerk the parts you can’t reach.

Namjoon’s muscles are tensing and by the high-pitched moans he is letting out you know he is close so you focus on fast licks against the precum-soaked head of his cock and Namjoon loses it.

He cries out your name as his long fingers tighten in your hair.

His cock twitches and throbs in your hand as he shoots his cum in your mouth and down your throat.

You can tell that he had been pent up for a while as he cums and cums and you have a hard time swallowing it all.

His cock gives one more weak throb and you pull off and stare up at him, opening your mouth and sticking out your tongue with pride as his hand is over his heart and his eyes are dark and blown wide.

“Holy fucking shit.” He whimpers as you smirk at him and pull the blankets over you both, curling up once again against his chest and hearing his heart hammering under his bare skin.

“Holy fuck.” He says again as he leans down and presses a kiss to your forehead which makes a silly grin appear on your face and you snuggle deeper into his chest as his arms circle you.

“That was incredible. I think you sucked me stupid.” He says with a laugh as you press soft kisses to his pecs and his arms tighten around you.

The room grows quiet as his breathing steadies and you try to ignore the aching arousal between your legs as you stay in his arms.

“Can I return the favor?” He asks after a while, voice low and dangerous in your ear as you can’t help but shiver in his arms.

“It’s okay Joon. You don’t have to.” You say looking up at him and his cute dimpled smile.

“What if I want to?” He challenges.

“You can’t use your right wrist remember.” You tease as he looks down and his lips tug into a frown.

“Oh yeah.”

“Wow, I really did suck you silly huh?” You say with a laugh as you press a kiss to his collarbones.

“Besides I already did earlier.” You admit blushing as you duck your head and his eyes widen.

“Wait what? When?”

“After we brushed our teeth.”

Namjoon stares at you and you grin.

“Listen you were the one standing there half-naked looking like a Greek god while you brushed your teeth. What’s a girl to do?”

He leans down and captures your lips in a soft kiss.

It was nothing like this kiss before and it makes you feel giddy and a little dopey as you kiss him back.

“Besides the fact, it is sexy as fuck that you touched yourself thinking about me, in my spare room, in my shirt there are other ways I can make you feel good.” He promises as goosebumps rise on your arms.

“Oh yeah?” You challenge.

“My mouth is still in working order.” He says with a smirk and a wink.

You stare up at him as arousal pools between your legs.

“Are you sure?” You ask voice barely above a whisper.

“Positive.” He confirms.

Just then the storm picks up force and the power goes out blanketing you both in darkness.

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jacaerysgf · 10 months ago

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Unexpected Surprise

Summary: While attempting to gain the support of the vale, jeyne arryn has plans of her own for the prince.

r.q: Everyone forgets house Arryn😔🤘🏻 baddies of the vale Can you write something w Jace and an Arryn maybe lady Jayne’s little sister or daughter or something? Not a totally unreasonable alliance !! They have the coolest castle and knights also Ms Aemma Arryn ™️ like hello!! (I’m impatient as hell for more Vale coverage in season 2)

w.c: 900+

c.w: baela and jacaerys are not betrothed, arryn!reader jenye’s daughter, FLUFF, just a very cute fic, drabble, not proofread

a.n: IVE HAD THIS DONE SITTING IN MY DRAFTS FOR NO REASON OMGGGG but with the recent jeyne content i felt inspired to write this !! just something super simple <3 HOPE YOU ENJOY !! LOVE UUUU GUYS

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“Im sorry, what my lady?”

“I wish for you to marry my daughter.”

This is not how jacaerys thought this would go. When he arrived in the vale he thought he thought he would have to make simple small talk, present some of the benefits, hells even throw some complements her way in order to convince her. This however had not been in his cards.

“I'm sorry my lady i do not understand.”

“My daughter, y/n remains unmarried, around your age, a sweet girl, agree to wed her and me and my men will bend the knee.”

He blinks. He has no clue what to say to her. Jeyne stands after a moment, “I shall go fetch her.” He watches as one of the guards tries to stop her and tells her he will go retrieve the girl but Jeyne seems determined to go herself and he moves letting her leave. Jacaerys stands awkwardly in the middle of the room unsure of what to do.

He is not too sure he can just flat out agree to a proposal without his mother position, it is not like he is a second son, he is the heir to the queen. The next king, his wife to be the next queen. Yet when he sees you walking into the room, wearing a long dress in your house colors with your mother trialing behind with a pleased look on her face he finds himself wanting to agree to the marriage right away.

You are stunning. Easily the most beautiful women he’s ever seen, sure he hasn’t seen that many women but it doesn’t matter. He watches as you bow and mindlessly nods in acknowledgment, unable to take his eyes off you.

Jeyne looks between the two of you with a satisfied look. “Why don’t you show the prince around?” She gives you a pointed look to which you nod, “Of course i would be happy to.”

He walks over and offers you his arm with a smile on his face and you graceful take it before you begin to walk off with him. Jeyne stays behind and smiles to herself.

“My mother is very forward i apologize to you.” He simply shakes his head, he finds himself look at you instead of the halls he’s supposed to be looking at. “It is not an issue my lady, I rather appreciate it.” You look at him curiously but turn away once you notice he is already looking at you. “Whatever do you mean?”

“Many people speak in riddles, not saying what they mean or truly want, your mother is a rare gem.” You smile at the praise of your mother, “She truly is.”

You lead him outside and begin to tell him about the different plants and different sculptures around the courtyards. He is so charmed by you. The way you light up when you spot something and you begin to tell him of a memory you have, like how your mother scolded you for jumping around in the fountain, or when you almost fell out of one of the window's when you fell asleep.

“You truly love this place.” He can tell. The way you smile at the guards as they walk by or the way you know every detail about everything in the walls. But he sees the way you falter slightly at his words, “Am i wrong?”

You shake your head vigorously, “no no i do, its just i have never been away from here. My mother is a very protective woman, she waves away any suitors, she never even lets me leave the eyrie it is ridiculous!” You realize you're letting your emotions show too much and bow your head, “i am sorry that was out of line.”

He grabs your hands and you look at him with wide eyes. “I understand my lady, my mother is similar, i have truly never traveled to far, i wish to explore, once my mother has her rightful throne i believe i will take the time to see westeros a little bit,” He pauses before he speaks again, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly, “I could take you with me? if that is what you wish my lady.”

He watches as your eyes begin to glow and you beam at him, “truly? oh nothing would make me happier.” He nods and grips your hands tighter, “I shall take you everywhere.”

He does not expect you to throw your hands around his neck and pull him into a hug. He wraps his hands around your lower back, pushing his head into your neck and breathing in your scent. “I will accept your mothers propsal at once. You will fly with me to winterfell.” You pull back and give him an eager look. “Winterfell? Truly?” He nods, “I am to go meet lord cregan stark.”

You can barely contain your excitement at the thought of seeing something that was not the eyrie, especially a place as grand as winterfell.

Jeyne watched you two smile at one another from a window above with a small smile on her face. She does not hear the guard approaching her from behind, “You seem pleased my lady.” She says nothing to him for a moment, simply continuing to stare at the two of you. “Tell my men to ready themselves for war. It seems he will accept my proposal.”

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jjaehyunnxie · 1 month ago

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"This night is all about you"

virgin!reader x dom!jisung

a/n: this insta post of his got me running laps. also dom!jisung needs more recognition.

! MDNI, passionate sex, size difference kink

Red roses in your hand, your coat hanging slightly off your right shoulder as Jisung’s lips press harder against yours, shutting the door behind you. Enveloping yourself in the warmth of your boyfriend’s apartment, it’s as if all your worries just melt away.

Your body reacts deliciously to every touch of Jisung. The way his fingers trace your curves over your clothes, the way his hands slide behind your head to push you more into the kiss, earning a sweet moan from you.

You both take off your shoes in a hurry, trying to spend as little time separated from eachother’s lips as possible. You stumble back, Jisung’s hands secured on your hips, assuring you that you won’t fall—and if even if you did fall, he’d be right there to catch you.

Your back is pressed against a wall as you pull away from the kiss from just a short moment, taking in everything that’s happening. Jisung looked at you with a needy and dazed look, your lipstick smudged on his lips and chin.

He leans in to cut the distance between you but suddenly, a rush of uncertainty hits you. “Wait…Jie…” you say quietly, your hands on his chest to stop him.

His eyebrows raise slightly, worry plastered on his face. “What’s wrong, baby?” his voice is low, reassuring.

“I just…I don’t know if I’m ready.” you avoid his gaze, voice dropping with shame.

He shakes his head. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, okay? This night is all about you.” he leans in to press a kiss on your jaw, inching lower till he gets to your shoulders.

His hands lower to your hips, picking you up and wrapping your legs around his waist as he carries you to his bedroom. His gaze never leaves yours, eyes looking up at you with adoration as your fingers tangle in his hair.

Jisung places you down on the bed as if you were a fragile work of art. The way the warm light of his lamp lit up half of your face, tracing over the fine curves of your lips and enhancing the rich colour of your eyes.

His hands cup your face, unable to resist giving you a cute kiss. “You’re so beautiful tonight.”

“Jie…”

He senses it. Your voice being needier, your eyes speaking more than your words. You needed him, you were just unsure how to say it.

He studies your expression. “Are you sure?” he asks, his voice soft and patient. You nod, biting your lip in anticipation.

A wide smile spreads on his face. “Alright, baby. I’m gonna make you feel good, okay? Trust me.” His words were strong enough to push away all the worries you once had about this.

He takes his time to strip your clothes down, fingers slipping under your shirt before carefully pulling it over your head. The sudden cold sends a shiver through you, but Jisung’s large warm hands and soft lips are quick to warm you up.

Your body flinches at every touch he makes. His tender hands searching for your sensitive spots that make your lips part. Soon enough, your bra is unclipped by Jisung, as he takes it off, throwing it onto the floor.

He groans at the sight of your bare breasts, right in front of him. His eyes seem almost predatory as he tries to keep his composure. “Yn…you’re so beautiful. I’m so lucky—fuck.” His big hands cup your breasts, fondling it gently, earning more tasty moans from you.

You can feel your core getting wetter and wetter as he continues his foreplay. He doesn’t miss your thighs pressing together and rubbing, desperately searching for some friction.

“You getting wet down here, baby?” You nod pathetically, his fingers rubbing on that hot spot, hidden under your jeans. “You poor thing. I’ll help you out, baby, don’t worry.” he says while he carefully unzips your pants, pulling them down along with your panties, revealing your plush pussy to him. He swallows hard, sliding his middle finger through your slit and gathering all of your love juices. “Fuck, darling…You’re such a tease, you know that?.”

His finger slips in, eyes examining your expression, searching for any signs of discomfort. “Hold my hand, baby. If it hurts, just squeeze it tightly, okay?”

Jisung’s finger inches deeper, going in till it reaches his knuckles. He kisses your face as a way to praise you, not forgetting to remind you just how well you’re doing for him. “I’m gonna move now, okay?”

His long fingers start thrusting in and out of you, a slow and tender pace, as his thumb finds your clit, rubbing at it.

“Jie…I want more…” you say shyly. Jisung smiles softly, nodding and slipping another finger in.

You tighten your grip on his hand from the slight pain, a signal that makes him slow down his movements and whisper sweet words to you while offering you loving kisses. “You’re doing amazing, darling.”

His two fingers, successfully knuckles deep into you, start to thrust at a teasingly slow pace. Your hips grind against his fingers for more friction as the pain turns to pleasure. He chuckles, loving the way your body just reacts so openly to his touches. He curls his fingers upwards, hitting a spot that makes your back arch and cunt clench on him. Once he finds it, he doesn't let it go, hitting it continuously, savouring how your eyes fill with bliss.

"Fuck, wait. Stop." you suddenly say and he stops without hesitating. "What's wrong? Does it still hurt?" his voice is coated with a thick layer of concern as he examines your face for any signs of discomfort.

You shake your head. "No, it's just...I don't wanna cum yet...." your wishes were so hard to word out, especially when the pleasure was slowly fogging your mind up - still, he understood exactly what you were referring to, your eyes saying more than your words did. He followed your gaze to the growing bulge in his pants.

"Okay, baby, okay. I know what you want. You wanna cum on my cock, don't you?" his large hand cups his bulge, underlining his words. You nod eagerly, eyes enlarging as the clinking of his belt unbuckling fills the room. You wait patiently as he teasingly pulls down his pants, followed by his boxers, setting his large length free. Jisung notices the slight worry in your eyes, "Don't worry, I'll be extra careful. The last thing I want is to hurt you. Do you trust me?"

His gaze is genuine, his words sound genuine, and even the way his hand gently strokes your chin lovingly seems genuine. How could you not trust him.

With a confident nod, Jisung takes his time, rubbing the tip up and down your slit before sliding it in, letting you adjust to his size before continuing. He had his hand intertwined with yours the whole time, eyes fixed on your expression, and freezing still whenever you whined or a tear rolled down your chin. His tender voice calming you down, whispering sweet nothings into your ear - which worked like magic whenever you tightened up around him.

"You're doing so good for me." as he pressed gentle kisses on your neck, tracing them down to your collarbone.

"Just like that." when you lightly clenched around him, making his cock twitch inside you.

"Good job." once his length was half-way in, the stroking of his hands on your waist earning soft moans from you.

"A little more...There we go." and he was fully connected with you, a moment that filled his heart with adoration. To have you so close, to be able to hug you and hold you as tightly as possible. "Fuck, baby. I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna move, okay? - Fuckk, I'm so sorry."

His pace was slow at first, but the more he felt your walls drag around him, the more he heard your moans in sync with his pounds, the more his thrusting picked up speed. "I got you, baby. You're mine, all mine...Fucking hell..."

Your fragile and small figure against his large hands. The way your breasts fit his grip so perfectly. The way you whined whenever his nails dug into your waist. And the way he could feel himself as he pressed his fingers lightly on your stomach. You were so precious and brittle.

"Jie, slow...fuck...slow down..." Your hands grip onto the pillow under your head, his pace hurrying as you can feel his cock throbbing in you.

"I'm sorry, baby...I'm so close, fuck" He wrapped his arms around you, pulling your body up and into an embrace as he thrusted into you at a different angle. He stroked your hair tenderly, as his lips nibbled on your ear.

With a few more hard thrusts he came in you, hips stuttering. The warmth of his release made you cum quickly after him, riding out his orgasm as your cunt throbbed around him. He held you in his embrace while you both caught your breaths before he pulled away, looking into your eyes lovingly.

"I love you so much." he says with honest eyes; eyebrows raising as he anticipates an answer back.

"I love you, too, Jie."

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sugrhigh · 8 months ago

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BOY NEXT DOOR 8 - ( c.s )

part seven

summary- you and your roommates live beside a bunch of senior hockey players, one of them being the infamous team captain chris sturniolo. he’s effortlessly flirty and undeniably attractive, but he’s also a pain in your ass. you find that you have to fight between lust and hatred as you finally get to know the boy next door, whether you want to or not.

warnings- ANGST! it’s just fluff and angst get ready baby

a/n: hellllooooooooo sorry everything takes me fucking forever to write but i am once again back hehe i truly hope you enjoy

despite what many people might think, chris has never been on a proper date in his life. and it’s silly to admit, considering he’s hung out with women in so so many different contexts, but it’s never been formal like that.

he swears he’s never even said the word out loud, as if he was scared of getting infected with real feelings, scared of things getting too serious. so he vowed there would be no flowers, no fancy dinners, no romance. just pure physical connections.

and it stayed that way for so long that he figured it would never change. he’d be a bachelor forever, hopping from girl to girl, showing them no more vulnerability than a simple smile.

then he met you, got to know you, and that mindset disappeared. the fear of being blindsided is still there, nestled somewhere deep in the trenches of his heart.

but to him, you’re worth the potential heartbreak.

so when he shows up at your doorstep with a bouquet of tulips saturday afternoon, it’s a bit of a surprise for the both of you, though not an unwelcome one.

“there’s my pretty girl.” chris smiles, trying desperately to play off his nerves.

my pretty girl. the words ring through your head like a church bell, and even though it’s embarrassing, you’re unable to stop beaming at him.

“what are you doing here?” you ask curiously as he hands the flowers over.

he swallows thickly, shoving his now-freed hands in his pockets. “i wanted to ask you out. on, like, a real date.”

for a moment you think you’ve heard him wrong, or that this must be some kind of prank. in what world would chris sturniolo, infamous playboy, be throwing in the towel and dating? let alone dating you?

but his face remains eerily serious. you can tell he’s a little anxious by the way he’s shuffling his feet, which is endearing. you’re not sure he’s ever done this before, and yet it's the sweetest gesture.

you’re pleasantly shocked by the happiness that’s washing over your body, and as much as you don’t want to give into it, it’s almost impossible not to.

“i think i can definitely squeeze that into my calendar.” you grin.

he visibly relaxes, chuckling slightly at your response as he shakes his head. “next time i’ll schedule it with your secretary.”

the fact that he said next time almost makes you freeze, but you play it off without skipping a beat. your heart is doing backflips, so you clutch the flowers and try to contain it.

“you know the drill, i’m a busy woman.” you shrug playfully.

“be ready by seven?” it’s a question more than a request, because he’s not fully confident that you actually are free.

“yeah,” you nod, stepping closer to give him a kiss of reassurance, “i’ll see you then.”

even feeling your lips on his for a second drives chris absolutely crazy. but there’s plenty of time for that later. right now he’s the perfect gentleman, the guy you deserve.

“oh my god, is it seven already?” ramona checks her watch from the couch, completely in a daze.

she's been religiously rewatching her favorite show, swearing that it inspires her to work on the project she’s been procrastinating. you know she’s too invested for that to be true, but you can’t blame her.

“it’s time indeed.” you nod, slipping your feet into your knee highs.

“oh my gosh, you look so good!” she gushes, popping up from her spot to come wrap you in a hug.

mona barely gives you time to fully zip up your shoes, and you both almost go toppling. you can’t help but laugh at her enthusiasm, straightening up so you can hold her back.

“jesus, you could’ve given me one more second.” you tease as you pull away.

“sorry, cuteness aggression. i think i’m just too excited for you.” she apologizes, even though she knows you’re not actually angry.

“i’m happy you approve.”

it’s the truth; having both of your roommates’ support means the world to you. especially since you’re falling for him, which is terrifying on its own.

you can’t remember the last time you’ve been this serious about a guy, but it feels so good.

ramona smiles right as the doorbell rings, and you hear cassidy come bounding down the stairs. she looks bewildered, definitely startled awake from her nap, and you can’t help but laugh.

“he’s here! and damn, you look sexy bitch.” she says, joining the two of you by the living room.

you smile as she pushes you forward slightly, shaking your head. “you guys are embarrassing me.”

“payback for the millions of times you’ve done it to us.” cass snaps back playfully.

ramona rolls her eyes, waving you to continue to the door as she tugs her counterpart into the kitchen. “no fighting, go have fun! we love you!”

you let out a breath, squaring your shoulders and raising your chin as you step toward the door. you’re more nervous than you expected to be, but when you pull open the door it’s like you immediately relax.

seeing chris dressed up in a quarter zip and those ripped jeans you adore on him makes your heart swell. the easy-going expression on his face calms your anxiety almost instantly.

you see his own eyes travel down to your exposed legs, covered only by your favorite little black skirt. your off-the-shoulder long sleeve is hidden slightly by your leather jacket, bold makeup accentuating your features.

he feels like he’s suffocating, seeing you look this good knowing it’s all for him. that you’re almost his. he wants to taste you, to ruin your lipgloss just to feel you on his mouth.

“you look…unreal.” he breathes, offering you his hand as you step out to join him on the front step.

“you look pretty great too.” you admit sheepishly, and he gives you a gentle kiss because he can’t help it.

you chuckle under your breath as he pulls away, wiping the gloss from his mouth with your thumb gently. chris just smiles, kissing the pad of your finger briefly before tangling his hand in yours.

“come on, we can’t be late to our first official dinner reservation.” chris urges as he leads you to his car.

he’s embarrassingly giddy as he holds the passenger door open, and you hop inside happily. it’s become one of your favorite spots, riding around next to him with his hand on your thigh.

tonight is no different. his thumb brushes against your skin reassuringly as you hum under your breath, watching chris drive out of the corner of your eye.

he’s just so handsome, especially right now. you’ve always known that, but it’s different. you care about him so much that just looking at his face kind of makes your day, as horrifyingly honest as that is.

you can’t help but smile to yourself, and he pulls into the parking lot of a fancy little restaurant a few moments later.

“i’ve always wanted to try this place, you know. i just never had the right occasion.” you admit as chris helps you back out of the car.

he laughs slightly, hand snaking its way to your waist after he closes the door behind you. “i haven’t either, but you’re the only worthy occasion i can imagine.”

you feel your cheeks heat up slightly. “stop flattering me, i know you just want to get lucky after we’re done.”

“i want a lot more than that, sweetheart.” chris replies truthfully, kind of enjoying letting his mouth run. he’s held his feelings in so much lately that it’s nice to just be honest.

meanwhile you’re desperately trying not to read into his words too much, but at this point it’s hard not to. it seems like he truly does like you, and for the first time in your life you might actually see a future with someone.

once you’re inside, the hostess guides you to a nice booth in the corner, smiling sweetly at chris as she leaves. it doesn’t matter; he’s got his hand in yours, and he’s not looking at anyone besides you as you sit down.

“quit staring at me like that.” you tease, even though you’re only half-joking.

chris tilts his head to the side, smirking at you like he can read your mind. “why, does it make you nervous?”

“no.” you lie, and he just shakes his head like he doesn’t believe you.

your waiter saves you a moment later and you order your drinks; a beer for him and a margarita for you. by the time they’re on the table, you and chris are already deep in your usual random conversation.

it’s impossible to stop looking into his eyes as you chat, your foot bumping against his as you both lean forward towards each other. his fingers dance across the top of your hand, simply because he’s unable to go more than a minute without physical contact, especially when you look so gorgeous.

you’re halfway through the actual meal when you’re finally forced to excuse yourself and use the bathroom, even though you don’t want to leave for even a minute.

“don’t miss me too much.” you joke, sliding out of your side of the booth to give him a quick kiss.

“you know i will.” he smiles as you pull away, watching you head toward the restroom with hearts in his eyes.

looking at yourself in the mirror once you’re done only confirms what you already knew; you’re having the best first date ever. your reflection smiles at you as you wash your hands, so wrapped up in your own head that you barely notice the girl who comes up beside you until she clears her throat.

startled, you glance her direction, only to find that she’s already staring right at you. your stomach bottoms out as your body fills with dread for a reason you’re not yet sure of.

“uh…can i help you?” you ask, trying to keep your voice light and friendly.

she flips her long brown hair over her shoulder, cat-like eyes narrowing just a bit. “so, you’re chris’s little plaything, huh?”

you try to swallow the lump in your throat, but it simply won’t go away. “that depends on who’s asking.”

the girl scoffs, turning away from you just a bit so that she can reapply her lipstick in the mirror. “the girl who fucked him three weeks ago when you walked out, that’s who’s asking.”

the acidic taste of bile fills your mouth, and you suddenly feel like you’re going to throw up. your ears ring and the world shrinks, like there’s no air left to breathe.

how the fuck does she even know that? did he talk to her about you? your mind is spiraling out of control, thinking about every single aspect of that fateful morning.

you see her smile sharply at your reaction, satisfied that she’s caught you off guard. it’s impossible to compose yourself, though, because everything is coming crashing down.

“c’mon babe, you thought he really liked you? he didn’t even wait twenty-four hours to get on top of me.”

“he wouldn’t.” you whisper, even though you know that’s not the truth.

this time she actually barks out a laugh, tossing her tube of lipstick back in her bag before turning to face you once more. it doesn’t help that she’s undeniably gorgeous, exactly his type.

“he would, and he did. but if you don’t believe me, just ask him. mention the name daniela and you’ll see for yourself.” she says, fixing her hair one more time before stepping around you to get to the door.

you hear it slam behind her, still rooted in the same place, unable to move. you don’t want to believe it, but she was speaking with such certainty that you’re already convinced.

tears sting your eyes like salt in the wound. your face is no longer filled with the cheerfulness it possessed a few moments ago; now you just look crestfallen. but you won’t give in to your emotions yet, not without confirmation.

you don’t want to confront chris, but you know you have to. so you send your roommates an SOS text to ensure you have a ride home, and then you steel yourself to go back.

you have no idea where daniela went, but it doesn’t matter because you don’t look anywhere but straight ahead as you walk. your whole body is tingling, entirely on the verge of breaking down as you find your way to the table.

not yet, not yet, not yet.

the second his face lights up at your return, you want to crumble. he looks so sweet, the boy you thought had finally changed for you. but then he notes your tight expression, and a frown replaces the grin.

you don’t sit down. you just blink at him for a second, trying to force the words out. you’re silent until he opens his mouth to speak, which finally empowers you enough to cut him off.

“tell me about daniela.”

he straightens uncomfortably at the mention of her name, which already gives you your answer. your heart twists, so much so that it physically hurts inside your chest.

“what?” chris responds, staring at you dumbly.

“did you or did you not sleep with a girl named daniela a day after me?” you ask as calmly as possible, ignoring the fact that your fingernails are digging into the skin of your palm.

his face somehow contorts to look even more grim, and you shake your head slowly. a smile of disbelief makes its way across your lips, which you suppose is better than sobbing.

“yeah, i’m done here.” you snap, yanking your jacket and purse up before turning on your heel.

“please—” his hand circles your wrist and you yank it away without a second thought, not caring if anyone sees.

you just keep walking. everything is completely numb at this point. it doesn’t even feel like you’re in your own body, you’re just moving. the fresh air hits you as you step outside and you inhale the cold, letting it shock you awake a bit.

you unravel your jacket from your arms and put it on as you book it through the parking lot, only to realize that you’re shaking.

the double doors burst open behind you, and you hear him shouting your name, but you still don’t stop. his heavy footsteps increase in pace, and you make it to the sidewalk just outside the restaurant when he finally catches up.

“please, just give me the chance to explain.” chris begs, once again reaching for your hand to try and slow you down.

you stop, only to shove him away from you with a surprising burst of power. he let’s go, but he’s still looking at you desperately as if it’s not black and white.

“there’s nothing to explain. in fact, this is exactly why i fucking hated you so much to begin with, why i was so hesitant to let myself believe that you could actually feel something for anyone besides yourself. you made me look like an idiot, thinking that you’d changed at all.” you lash out, unable to control the rage spilling out of your mouth.

he winces, visibly hurt from your words, but he powers through anyways. “i immediately knew i made a huge mistake, and even though i did it thinking it would make me feel better, it made everything worse. when you left that morning i thought it was over for me, and it hurt in a way that i’ve never felt before because i really fucking care about you.”

you snort, crossing your arms over you chest defensively. “yeah, well, you’re doing a fabulous job at showing it. i mean seriously, chris, do you know how fucking horrible that was? to find out from the girl herself because you couldn’t be bothered to at least be honest? and now you expect me to believe anything you say when in reality your words mean shit.”

chris feels you slipping from his fingers, so quickly that he doesn’t know how to stop it, or how to get you to trust what he’s saying. it’s a type of distress that he’s never been through before, because he’s never gotten attached.

“i know i fucked up, and i know i should’ve never even responded to her in the first place. i don’t have the right to ask you to trust me, but i need you to know that it didn’t mean anything to me.” he pleads, unable to keep the emotion out of his voice now.

you feel your eyes burning again as you meet his gaze, and you’re not sure if it’s hurt or frustration making you cry.

“it means something to me. i put my faith in you enough to go all the way, to let my guard down this past month and admit to myself that i do have feelings for you. and now i look just as stupid as everyone told me i would, even though i really did trust you so much. i thought things were different, that you wouldn’t dare do that to me.” you’re choking on your tears as you speak, and all he wants to do is reach out and wipe them away but he can’t.

you take a step back, almost instinctively. “but you did, and now it’s over.”

chris feels his whole world stop for a second. he takes in every inch of your heartbroken face; eyes wide and red, tears streaking down your cheeks as you hold yourself in your own arms.

he hates himself so much, more than he ever has in his life, for destroying things with the only person that matters. especially on a night that was supposed to be so special.

“i’m begging you not to do this. i’m so, so sorry that i ruined your confidence in me, but it’s only ever been you. you live in my thoughts, in my dreams, in every single goddamn place i go. and it took me way too long to say it, but i want to be with you so badly that it kills me. you know this is real, and i will do anything to prove it to you.” he takes a step closer, but you move away and put your hand up as a warning.

it’s everything you’ve been wanting him to tell you, but it’s too late. you don’t know how to forgive him yet, and you’re not sure you’ll be able to forget.

“i can’t, chris. i just…i don’t know anymore.” you sound so defeated, but you don’t care.

by the grace of god, your friends pull up at the exact right moment to save you. cass throws her hazards on and stops the car, glaring bullets at him through the glass as she waits for you to get in.

you’re done talking for now, and chris recognizes that. there’s nothing he can do or say to take it back, and as much as he wants to keep trying, it’ll only push you even further. so he nods his head once solemnly, vision beginning to blur as he takes all of you in one last time.

you’re the girl of his dreams, and he’s absolutely fucked it.

“i’m sorry. i’m so sorry.” he repeats as you pile into the backseat, unable to conjure up any words besides those ones.

it registers in your head, but you don’t respond. you can’t even look at him anymore, because it’s too hard to think about what could have been. so you close the door hard, determined to shut him out of your life for good this time.

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valkyriexo · 9 months ago

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Not sure if this is a hurt/comfort request but, I worked out too hard despite my body telling me to stop and ended up throwing up....if y/n did that, bff/bf SKZ would be so upset but probably comfort her right? That's what I'd like to think 🩶

They comfort you when you overwork yourself | OT8

ᑉ³pairing; Boyfriend!OT8 x Reader

ᑉ³genre;comfort, Headcannon

ᑉ³warnings; Implied female reader, nausea (not described just mentioned in Bin's and Seungmin's), fainting, mentions of food, mentions of pregnacy, mentions of anxiety, use of petnames.

ᑉ³authors note; I didnt know if you wanted this to be texts or a drabble so i did them as small drabbles/headcannons. i tried to make it short and sweet! Hope you enjoy :)

╰┈➤ Chan

BF!Chan comes home exhausted after a long day of endless schedules and responsibilities. All he wants now is to be home, to find comfort and peace in your arms. As he unlocked the door to your apartment, he expected to be greeted by your familiar sounds of your laughter or the soft hum of music playing in the background. He knows your always home at this time.

But instead, there was silence.

Frowning, Chan steps inside, immediately noticing the unusual quiet. "Y/N?" he calls out, his voice echoing in the stillness. He puts his stuff down, waiting for a response.

When he hears nothing, worry starts to eat at him. Concern grows as he searches the apartment, his heart pounding faster with each empty room. He checks the living room, the kitchen, and finally heads down the hallway. Then he finds you, huddled on the bathroom floor, your body curled in on itself as tears streamed down your cheeks.

"Y/N?" Chan's voice is full of concern as he knelt beside you, his hands trembling as he reached out to gently touch your shoulder. "What happened baby? Are you hurt?"

You looked up at him with tear-filled eyes, your face contorted in pain. "Chan," you choked out, your voice thick with tears.

Chan's heart races as he cups your face, wiping away the tears with his thumbs. "Hey, hey, it's okay baby. It's okay..." he coos. "Tell me what's wrong. Are you in pain?"

You shake your head weakly, trying to find the words. "I'm just... so tired. I pushed myself too hard, I think….."

His worry turns into a mix of panic and frustration. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well? I could have helped you," he says.

"You should have taken it easy." He scolds gently, his love for you clear in his eyes. "Why do you always try to handle everything alone? Ask me to help you. You don't have to do anything by yourself."

You flinch slightly at his words, and he immediately softens, guilt hitting him. "I'm sorry, love. I just... I can't stand seeing you like this."

Chan quickly helps you up, supporting your weight as he guides you to the bedroom. He lays you down gently, covering you with a blanket before sitting beside you, still holding your hand.

You look up at him, tears still in your eyes. "I didn't want to worry you. I thought... I thought I could handle it."

He sighs deeply, brushing your hair back from your face. "Your health is more important than anything baby. Please, promise me you'll take better care of yourself." As he speaks, he intertwines his fingers with yours, gently caressing your hand with his thumb.

You nod weakly, and he leans down to kiss your forehead. "I'm going to get you some water and medicine, yeah? Just rest, baby"

He returns with a tray delicately balanced in his hands, bearing not just water and medicine, but also crackers and a bowl of sliced fruits. Setting it down beside you, he arranges everything with care, making sure it's within your reach.

"Here, my love," he says softly, offering you the water and medicine first. "Take these, they'll help you feel better."

As you take them, he sets aside the tray and pulls off his shirt, revealing the warmth of his skin as he climbs into bed beside you. He wraps his arms around you, pulling you close, ready to snuggle and provide you with the comfort and warmth you deserve.

"I love you more than anything, Y/N," he murmurs, his voice filled with genuine tenderness. "Seeing you like this breaks my heart. All I want is for you to be happy and healthy. Please, let me take care of you. I'll do anything to make you feel better."

╰┈➤ Minho

BF!Minho whose heart raced as he practically ran to your apartment, his footsteps echoing down the hallway as he approached your door. Without hesitation, he knocked urgently, the sound repeating through the quiet corridor.

You're taken aback by the forcefulness of the knocking, and hurried to open the door. Your eyes widened in surprise as they see Minho standing there, a mixture of relief and concern evident on his face.

"So, it is true. You went home early," he says, his voice filled with worry as he takes in your tired appearance. He steps closer, his hand gently lifting your chin so he can look into your eyes. His touch is gentle yet firm, as if trying to read your emotions and assess your well-being in that moment.

"Are you okay? What happened?" he asks softly.

You hesitate for a moment, but the concern in Minho's eyes prompts you to open up.

"I... I pushed myself too hard," you admit, your voice barely above a whisper. "I got really dizzy during practice, and they sent me home."

Without a word, he steps into your house, causing you to stumble back a little. He turns to face you, his gaze gentle but firm.

"Y/N," he begins, his voice stern, "I know you're passionate about what you do, but pushing yourself to the point of exhaustion isn't healthy. You need to take better care of yourself."

You lower your gaze, feeling guilty at Minho's gentle scolding.

"But I just wanted to be as good of a dancer as you," you admit softly, your voice filled with sincerity. "I see you always working so hard, and it's like I have to work twice as hard just to be as good as your mark."

Minho's expression softens at your words, his heart sinking lower and lower.

"Oh.. baby.." he says softly. "I never wanted you to feel like you have to measure up to anyone, especially not me. " He pulls you into a comforting embrace, holding you close as if to shield you from any further self-doubt or guilt.

"You know," he continues "I work so hard because I want to impress you, to be someone worthy of your love and admiration. But you, my love, you don't have to do anything. You just breathe, and I'm in awe."

As he holds you close, he brushes his lips against your forehead. "Besides… you're my favorite dancer, and nothing can change that," he murmurs softly.

"I'm sorry if I've ever made you feel like you're not enough," he adds. "Please don't ever feel like you have to prove yourself to anyone, especially not me. You're enough, more than enough, just as you are."

With a gentle smile, he tucks a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "Let me take care of you," he says softly, his voice warm and reassuring. "Why don't you rest while I cook something delicious for you? You deserve to be pampered, my love."

╰┈➤ Changbin

BF!Binnie whose eyes would light up with excitement whenever you mentioned joining him at the gym. He'd practically beam with joy as he eagerly planned out the workout session in his mind.

Eager to impress, you dive headfirst into each exercise, pushing your limits with fervor. Each movement was deliberate, fueled by the desire to match Binnie's pace. With every set, you pushed yourself further, determined to keep up with him. But as the intensity mounted, so did your breathlessness. Your heart raced, and a dizzying sensation began to cloud your focus.

Finally, as you finished another grueling round, he couldn't stay silent any longer.

"Hey, slow down," he said. "You're pushing yourself too hard." With a gentle touch, he placed a hand on your shoulder, his touch both comforting and grounding.

Despite his gentle urging, you stubbornly waved off his concern, convinced that you could handle the intensity of the workout. Ignoring the protests of your body, you pushed through each exercise, wanted to impress him and prove him wrong.

But as the minutes stretched into hours, the strain began to take its toll. Your muscles burned with exhaustion, and a dull ache settled in your joints.

Then, without warning, a wave of nausea hit you, causing your stomach to churn uncomfortably. With a sudden urgency, you broke away from the workout, stumbling towards the nearest bathroom.

Afterwards, You barely had a moment to collect yourself before you heard Bin's voice outside. "Y/N, are you okay?" he called out anxiously.

Your breaths came in ragged gasps as you leaned heavily against the bathroom sink, the cool porcelain providing a small measure of relief against the relentless churning in your stomach.

Summoning every ounce of strength, you managed to call out in a strained voice, "I'm... I'm okay, just... just need a minute." Each word felt like a struggle as you fought to maintain composure in the face of overwhelming nausea.

As the feeling began to subside, you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for the inevitable conversation awaiting you outside the bathroom. With shaky legs, you straightened up, using the sink for support as you prepared to face him.

As you opened the door, you were met with his concerned gaze, his brows furrowed with worry.

"I told you to slow down," he scolded. "Why didn't you listen?"

Your throat tightened with a surge of remorse as you struggled to find the right words. "I... I wanted to keep up with you," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I thought I could do it."

Bin's concern deepened at your admission, his eyes searching yours. But as you faltered under his gaze, his scolding took on a more urgent tone.

"What if you got hurt, Y/N?" he pressed, "You can't do that. You can't put yourself at risk like that."

"I'm sorry," you whispered, your voice barely audible over the distant hum of the gym. "I really didn't mean to..."

His expression softened at your apology, his features relaxing as he wrapped his arms gently around you, pulling you close against his chest. He pressed soft kisses to your forehead, your temples, and your shoulders.

"I know you didn't," he murmured, his voice softening as time went on. "But please, don't ever do that again. I'm your boyfriend, Y/N. I'm supposed to protect you, but I can't do that if you don't listen."

Yet, beneath the worry, there was an unmistakable depth of love. His touch was gentle, his presence comforting as he held you close

"I just want to make sure you're safe and happy and okay," he whispered, his voice barely above a breath. "I love you so much, Y/N."

╰┈➤ Hyunjin

BF!Hyunjin who sat inside the dimly lit restaurant, the soft glow of the lights casting shadows across his tense features. He checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time, his fingers tapping anxiously against the screen as he scrolled through his messages.

"Where are you?" he texted again, his words tinged with worry. "Are you on your way?"

After what felt like hours he sighed. With a heavy heart, he abandoned his seat at the restaurant and hailed a cab, his mind racing with a million questions and worst-case scenarios.

When he arrived at your doorstep, the knot of worry in his chest tightened. With trembling hands, he knocked on the door, his heart pounding in his ears as he waited for a response.

"Y/N? Are you here?" His voice echoed in the quiet stillness of the night. He knocked again, the sound repeating through the empty hallway. "We were supposed to meet for our date. Did you forget?" he said, his voice full of frustration. "You never forget..."

But there was no answer, only silence that seemed to stretch on for an eternity. With a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach, Hyunjin pushed open the door, his voice trembling as he called out to you.

"Y/N? Where are you?" Panic began to bubble up inside him as he stepped into the interior of your home.

And then he saw you, lying on the couch, your face pale and drawn, your body shivering. Relief flooded through him at the sight of you, but it was quickly overshadowed by a surge of concern.

Hyunjin's heart leaped into his throat as he rushed to your side, his hands trembling. "Baby, what's wrong?" he exclaimed. "Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?"

His eyes scanned your pale face, taking in every detail with a frantic intensity. The sight of you lying there, vulnerable and unwell, sent a surge of worry coursing through him, drowning out any other thoughts or concerns.

"I'm sorry about our date," you whispered, your voice filled with remorse. "I didn't mean to ruin it..."

But Hyunjin shook his head, his expression softening with understanding. "Forget about the date," he insisted, his voice gentle yet firm. "What matters is if you're okay."

Hyunjin's hand gently cupped your cheek, his touch warm and reassuring as he looked into your eyes. With a shaky breath, you met his gaze, a silent plea for forgiveness shining in your eyes.

"I was working out and overdid it," you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't listen to my body telling me to stop."

A crease formed between Hyunjin's brows as he absorbed your words, his concern deepening. "You should have known better than to overdo it like this." His tone softened slightly as he continued, "I care about you, Y/N, and seeing you like this worries me."

"Promise me you'll listen to your body next time," he implored. "I can't bear to see you hurting like this again."

"I promise," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

With a tender expression, Hyunjin reached out and gently pulled you into his arms. "Come here, my pretty girl," he murmured softly, his voice filled with warmth and affection.

He gently wrapped a cozy blanket around the both of you, ensuring that you were snug and warm against the chill of the night. "There, that's better," he whispered, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead.

As you nestled closer to him, the warmth of his embrace enveloping you, you couldn't help but shiver involuntarily, the cold of the night still seeping through despite the blanket.

Feeling you tremble, he tightened his hold around you, his arms a comforting barrier against the chill. "I've got you, baby," he murmured softly, "It's okay, I've got you."

╰┈➤ Han

BF!Han who watched with growing concern as you attempted to eat the food he had brought over, only to see you struggle to keep it down. The worry lines deepened on his forehead as he observed your distress.

"Y/N, what's happening?" he asked gently, his voice tinged with concern. "You can't keep anything down. Are you feeling sick?"

You shook your head, a frustrated sigh escaping your lips. "I don't know, Han," you admitted, feeling defeated. "I've been feeling off lately, but I thought some food might help..... I guess I was wrong."

His brows furrowed with anxiety as he took in your pale complexion and the way you wilted before him, your body clearly unable to keep down even a bite of food. "Are you in pain?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly with worry. "Do you need to see a doctor?"

When you didn't reply, he was even more concerned, his mind racing with worry for your well-being.

After a few moments of tense silence, his concern reached a breaking point, and without thinking, the words spilled out of him in a rush of worry.

"Are you pregnant?" he blurted out, regretting it seconds later.

The shock of his question reverberated through the room, your eyes widening in surprise at his unexpected question. For a moment, neither of you spoke, the weight of his words sinking in.

"I... no, Han," you stammered, shaking your head in disbelief. "I'm not pregnant. I just... I've been overworking myself, that's all."

A mixture of relief and embarrassment washed over Han as he realized the gravity of his assumption. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I didn't mean to jump to conclusions. I just... I'm worried about you, Y/N."

Your heart softened at his genuine concern, and you reached out to gently place a hand on his arm. "It's okay, Hannie," you reassured him, offering a small smile. "Thank you for caring. But I promise, I'm okay. I'll take better care of myself from now on."

As you spoke, Han's concern only deepened, feeling a bit guilty for not being able to ease your discomfort or offer a solution to your distress.

"How can i help you baby?," he asked softly. "Seeing you like this... it hurts, Y/N. I hate feeling so powerless."You could hear the anguish in his voice, and your heart squeezed with empathy.

"Han," you said gently, "you being here for me means more than you know. Sometimes, just knowing that you care is enough."

His eyes met yours. "I do care, Y/N," he whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. "More than anything. I just want you to be okay."

Seeing the exhaustion in your eyes, he gently brushed a strand of hair from your face. "Maybe you should rest," he suggested softly. "I'll make you some tea."

He stood up and tucked the blanket more snugly around you, ensuring you were warm and comfortable. As he moved toward the kitchen, you could hear the quiet clinking of the kettle and the rustle of tea bags, his actions filled with tender care

╰┈➤ Felix

BF!Felix whos heart drops when he receives a text from you saying you wouldn't be able to make it tonight. Felix stared at his phone screen, reading and rereading your message, trying to make sense of it. His mind raced with confusion. He knew how much you had been looking forward to the evening. You had been expressing it to him all week, and now there was a sudden change of plans.

You had been the one eagerly counting down the days until tonight, talking animatedly about the plans and the fun you would have. Felix couldn't understand why you wouldn't want to go now, especially after all the anticipation.

After a moment of hesitation, he decided to give you a call, hoping to get some clarity on the situation.

With trembling fingers, he dialed your number, each ring feeling like an eternity as he waited for you to pick up. Finally, on the third ring, he heard your voice on the other end, though it sounded weary and subdued.

"Hey, it's me," Felix said softly, his concern evident in his voice. "I got your message… Is everything okay? I thought you were excited about tonight."

"Yeah, I'm just not feeling well," you explained.

"Is there anything I can do to help?" Felix asked gently. There was a hesitant pause on the other end of the line before you responded, your voice barely above a whisper.

"I appreciate it, Felix," you replied softly, your words heavy. "I just... I don't want to ruin everyone's night"

Felix's heart ached at your words, realizing that you were trying to protect him and his friends from whatever was troubling you. He wished he could take away whatever was weighing on your mind and make everything better.

"You could never ruin anything," He reassured you. There was a long pause before you responded, and Felix held his breath, waiting anxiously. "Do you need me to bring you some soup, or maybe some medicine? Is it your head, or...?"

He was desperate to understand, his mind racing through all the possibilities. He couldn't stand the thought of you suffering alone.

Before he could finish his sentence, you interrupted him, your voice barely above a whisper as you finally let your guard down. "I just... I overdid it today," you admitted, the words heavy with exhaustion and regret. "I'm sorry, Felix. I pushed myself too hard, and now I feel terrible."

Felix's heart ached at your confession, and he could hear the strain in your voice. "Oh, Y/N," he murmured softly, his concern deepening. "You should have told me sooner. I would've come to help you. Don't apologize, okay? Just focus on resting. I'll take care of everything."

He paused, then added with a gentle firmness, "I'm coming over with some soup and medicine. And I'm staying to make sure you get some rest. "

There was a hint of surprise in your voice as you responded, "You don't have to do that, Felix. Don’t cancel your plans. I know you were also excited to go."

But Felix wouldn't hear any of it. "I want to be there for you, my love," he insisted. "Nothing is more important to me than you. I'll be there soon."

Before you could protest further, Felix was already making arrangements, his mind set on ensuring you were taken care of. The thought of spending the evening out with friends paled in comparison to the need to be by your side.

╰┈➤ Seungmin

Bf!Seungmin who had been looking forward to his lunch break all morning, eager to spend some time with you and enjoy a meal together. But as he made his way to your workplace with lunch in hand, he was surprised to find your desk empty, your coworkers looking equally puzzled by your absence. Concern gnawed at Seungmin's mind as he approached your manager, hoping to find some answers.

"Excuse me," Seungmin began. "Do you happen to know where Y/N is? I brought her lunch, but she's not at her desk."

The manager's expression shifted as they replied, "I'm sorry, she called in sick today."

Seungmin's heart dropped at the news, his concern for you growing stronger by the second. Without another word, he hastily left the office, determined to find out what was going on.

His footsteps quickened as he rushed to your apartment. With each passing moment, his concern for you only grew stronger, and he couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in his chest.

When he arrived at your apartment, he was met with an empty space, devoid of any signs of your presence. Panic began to set in as Seungmin frantically searched every room, calling out your name in desperation.

But his efforts were in vain, and there was no trace of you to be found.

Pulling out his phone, he dialed your number repeatedly, each call going unanswered. He then decided to reach out to your friends, hoping that someone would have some answers.

One by one, he called each of your closest friends, his voice trembling as he asked if they had seen or heard from you. But each call yielded the same result;

No one knew where you were.

Just as he was starting to lose hope, a familiar voice answered the phone."Seungmin? Is everything okay?" the voice asked, " You dont usually call me."

Seungmin wasted no time in explaining the situation, his words tumbling out in a rush as he desperately sought answers.

"I... I don't know where Y/N is," he admitted. "I went to her work and her apartment, but she's not there. Do you know where she might be?"

There was a brief pause on the other end of the line before your friend spoke up.

"I'm so sorry, Seungmin," they said softly. "Y/N was admitted into the hospital last night. She's was really sick."

Seungmin's heart stopped at the news. Without another word, he hung up the phone and rushed to the hospital,

He burst through the hospital doors, his eyes scanning the crowded lobby until they landed on the reception desk. He approached the receptionist, his voice urgent as he demanded to know where you were. The receptionist's expression softened at Seungmin's distress, and they quickly pulled up your information on their computer. With a sympathetic smile, they directed him to the room where you were being treated.

He wasted no time, his heart pounding in his ears as he made his way through the maze of corridors until he finally reached your room. With a deep breath, he pushed open the door, his eyes widening in shock at the sight before him.

There you were, lying in the hospital bed, pale and weak, but still undeniably beautiful. Seungmin's heart clenched at the sight, anger and concern hitting him as he took in your fragile state.

"Y/N, what the hell happened?" Seungmin demanded, his voice full of frustration and fear. "Why didn't you tell me you were sick? Why did you let me worry like this?" He's fighting the tears from falling form his eyes as he rushed to your side.

"I was so worried," Seungmin confessed, his voice breaking. "I thought... I thought I had lost you. No one knew where you were and i..i-i," he stuttered.

Your heart ached at the pain in his voice, and you reached out to him, pulling him into a gentle embrace. "I'm so sorry, Min," you whispered weakly, your own tears mingling with his.

He held you close, his arms wrapped protectively around you as he buried his face in your hair, breathing in your familiar scent. In that moment, all the anger and fear melted away, leaving only the overwhelming relief of having you safe and sound in his arms.

"I... I overworked myself," you began, your voice barely above a whisper, "I pushed myself too hard, and I didn't take care of myself like I should have."

Seungmin listened attentively, his grip on you tightening as he absorbed your words.

"I was so stressed and exhausted," you continued, your voice trembling with emotion. "I ended up throwing up so much that I fainted, and... I woke up here."

He held you tighter, wanting to protect you from any more pain.

"They're giving me IV fluids and medication, and I already feel much better," you confessed, trying to ease how bad the situation w as. "But I'm so sorry for not telling you. I didn't realize it would worry you this much."

Seungmin's eyes softened as he pulled back to look at you. "Y/N, you never have to apologize for needing help or for being honest with me," he said gently. "I would rather know what you're going through, even if it's difficult, so that I can be there for you."

"I'm just glad you're okay," he continued "I don't ever want to go through something like this again. Please, promise me you'll always tell me when something's wrong."

You nodded against his chest, feeling the weight of his words settle in your heart. "I promise, baby. I'll never keep anything from you again."

╰┈➤ Jeongin

BF!Jeongin who's eyes widen when you text him a list of medications you need while hes out at the store. He immedicantly texts you back, concerned.

"Hey, Y/N," he said, tapping away at his phone, "why do you need all of this stuff? Are you feeling okay?"

Your response was slow to come, and when it did, it was vague and evasive. "I'm just not feeling great. Please, can you just grab everything on the list?"

Jeongin frowned, his worry growing with each passing moment. He knew you well enough to sense when something was off, and he wasn't about to let you brush off your health concerns so easily.

"I'm on my way," Jeongin replied firmly, determined to find out what was wrong.

But not before picking up what you need, of course.

When he arrived at your place, his arms were laden with bags filled with every type of medicine imaginable. He barged through the door, his eyes scanning the room until they landed on you sitting on the couch, looking pale and tired.

"Y/N, what's going on?" Jeongin demanded. "Why do you need all of this stuff? Are you okay?"

You tried to brush off his questions with a weak smile, but Jeongin wasn't having any of it. He knelt down in front of you, his eyes searching yours for answers.

"I just feel... nauseous," you finally admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. "I feel sick."

Jeongin's brows furrowed deeper, his concern intensifying as he listened to your vague explanation. "But why, Y/N? What happened? Was it something you ate? Or do you think it's a stomach bug?"

Your evasion only seemed to frustrate Jeongin further. He had come prepared to help you, but your reluctance to share the full extent of your troubles was testing his patience.

"Y/N, please," Jeongin urged, getting more frustrated by the second. "I need to know what's going on so I can help you. You can't just brush this off like it's nothing."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you felt the weight of Jeongin's worry. You knew he only wanted what was best for you, but the thought of burdening him with your troubles felt overwhelming.

"I... I pushed myself too hard," you finally confessed, your voice barely audible, "and got sick."

"Y/N," he said gently, after a few minutes. "why did you push yourself so hard? You know you don't have to do everything alone, right?"

Tears fell from your eyes as you nodded. You knew he was right, but the pressure to succeed and meet expectations had driven you to ignore your own limits.

Jeongin reached out to gently wipe away your tears. "You don't have to be perfect, Y/N," he murmured, his voice filled with sincerity. "and it's okay to ask for help when you need it. That's what I'm here for baby. "

His arms enveloped you with a tenderness that was almost palpable. His touch was gentle, as if he feared even the slightest pressure might cause you discomfort. With infinite care, he cradled you against his chest. Feeling his lips against your skin, you couldn't help but close your eyes, savoring the moment of intimacy shared between you.

With a soft sigh, Jeongin finally broke away, though his touch remained gentle and reassuring. He reached beside him, grabbing hold of a multitude of bags and packages, their contents carefully chosen with you in mind.

"I brought you this," he said softly, as he began to unpack the items he had brought. "And this... and this... and... well, a lot of things, really."

You couldn't help but smile at the sight of the array of items spread out before you. There were medications and remedies for your illness, carefully chosen to help ease your discomfort. But amidst the practical items, there were also thoughtful additions—a plush teddy bear, your favorite snacks, and a variety of drinks to keep you hydrated.

"Jeongin, you really didn't have to do all this," you murmured.

But Jeongin simply shook his head, his eyes filled with sincerity as he met your gaze. "I did it because I love you, Y/N," he said softly, his voice unwavering. "And I always want to make sure you're okay."

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tosotd-wwe · 10 months ago

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McLaren Orange

*based off the song “tennessee orange” by megan moroney*

lando norris x fem!reader

warnings: fluff *first person pov*

summary: y/n was raised in a ferrari family, but a special driver in the papaya car gets her to wear the mclaren orange.

I felt as if I was going to throw up. My hand hovered over my mothers contact, shaking from the knots in my stomach. I knew I shouldn't be nervous, but knowing the way my family is I couldn't help it. Finally after convincing myself to tap the icon, my phone began to ring. The ring went on an awful long time, making me feel even more terrified.

"Hi Mama," I say into the phone once she picked up.

"Hey darling," Her sweet voice echos into my ear. How am I supposed to tell her this?

"I've got some news for you," My voice cracks.

"Is everything alright? You're not in trouble are you?" Her tone becomes serious, I could tell she had her eyebrow raised looking towards my father.

"I'm not in trouble, Mama" I laugh slightly, "But, don't tell dad about this, please."

There was silence on the other side of the phone. I knew she was debating listening to my request, but also on not. I heard her shuffle around a bit. Maybe she headed into a different room for privacy.

"I know you guys raised me to know right from wrong, and I know you're thinking I did something wrong, but don't worry everything is okay." I sigh, "It's just, I've never really felt this way. I don't know where to start."

"You can tell me anything, sweetheart." She reassures me, my heartbeat already calming down.

"I met this guy," I mentally smack my head in embarrassment.

"Oh, I was expecting something totally different." She laughs loudly.

"He's got these gorgeous blue eyes." I feel my cheeks grow warm just thinking about the way his eyes look into mine. "He even opens the door for me. I don't think he's made me cry once."

I had met Lando after the Emilia-Romagna Grand Prix. A couple of my friends and I decided to go out for the night, we needed some freedom. Just that morning we were all wearing our red gear, cheering for the Ferrari's as they raced. Lando just happened to be at the club we decided to go to. He was with a couple of his friends, hanging around the dj booth in the back. I must have felt risky that day because I walked up to him, congratulating him on his race. Yes, I congratulated the enemy. We ended up talking a little longer. A little longer was the rest of the night.

"He's not from where we're from." I explained, "But, he feels like home somehow."

"Where's he from?" She qustions.

"The United Kingdom, Bristol actually." I tell her.

"He sounds like a very lovely guy," She compliments him. This makes my heart warm. Hopefully the rest of the story wont make her too upset.

"I've done things I've never done before with him, Mama." She could probably hear my wide smile through the phone. "He took me to this beautiful restaurant the other night. Oh, and we went cliff diving too!"

Talking about just a few of the adventures we had been on together already made my stomach burst with butterflies. Thinking back to when our hands were holding tight to each other as we jumped off the tall cliff, waiting for our fall to be caught by the blue water. When he gave me his jacket after our dinner because it was raining.

"There is one thing though," I hesitate.

"What is it?"

"Mama, he's a driver." I try to lead up to the fact that he's a big racing star, but not for our big team.

"He's a driver? Like a racer?" Her voice fills with excitement. "Are you dating Charles Leclerc?"

"No Mama, not him." I laugh, "He's not on Ferrari."

Yet again there was a silence on the other end of the phone.

"Mama, he drives for McLaren." I whisper, a weight being lifted off my shoulders as I did so. "Lando Norris."

I heard the door open from the phone, she was walking up to my father.

"He took me to Spain with him, that's why I was gone for a little while. He gave me the hat he had sitting on his dash when we got to the airport." I try to distract her from telling any information to my father. As long as he's a good guy why should it matter? "Mama, can you forgive me? Don't tell dad, please. I like him a lot."

"Honey, I'm not mad at you. I can't change the fact you like this boy. As long as he doesn't make you forget you look better in red." She sighs, the phone now on speaker mode.

"I don't know, his smile makes me forget sometimes." I fiddle with the rings on my finger.

"Hi daddy," I say quietly, knowing hes listening into the conversation. "I'm sorry, I couldn't help it."

"Your mother and I are so happy for you, Y/n. I could never be mad at you for chasing your heart."

"I still am rooting for Ferrari, don't worry." I laugh, feeling relieved by their acceptance. "But if you every see me wearing McLaren. Just know I'm wearing the orange for him."

#lando x reader #lando norris #charles leclerc #formula one #formula 1 #ferrari #mclaren #f1 #f1 x reader #mclaren f1 #ferrari f1

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tiredcowboyy · 11 months ago

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The treasures of my future

I cant stop thinking ab the idea of merlin one day post s5, where they all survived, becoming really secretive and protective of his room and not telling anyone at all whats inside. Not even gaius. He even gets a lock installed and whenever anybody asks he brushes it off with jokes like “its to stop arthur from finding me” or smth.

he also unrelatedly really hates any talk of destiny, going to war, and anytime morgana mentions her fear of her magic turning her merlin slightly freaks out.

That is until one day gaius manages to catch merlin off guard while hes rushing between the main room and his bedroom and walks in.

Only to see a whole bunch of stuff that hes never seen before.

Merlin freaks out, tries to play it off as some weird experiments and stuff hes been collecting but gaius can feel it, somethings different about these items, not wrong but not right. Not really magic either.

It takes 3 weeks of gaius pestering him before merlin breaks and explains to him that he IS A TIME TRAVELER. after the battle of camlan as we know it that lead to arthurs death, merlin did wait, he really did, but in the year 2020 when arthur didnt return for yet another global crisis, merlin broke and did spell upon spell until he figured out how throw himself back in time.

And holy shit did it work well. He managed to come back just at the perfect time to change everything that needed to be done to assure that everyone lives happily and safely, and when he realises hes done it, he decides to stay in this time. See his friends and family grow old as they should have. See arthur rule as he should have. Live the life he has been craving to go back to for centuries now.

Until a month in he realises how old everything is. Sure merlin can survive without his phone and stuff but theres a few things he really misses. Like his slippers, his potato peeler, his favourite hoodie, and especially his favourite tea flavours.

So once in a while he allowed himself to go back to the modern day and bring one thing back. He started with a scented candle, because candles exist in camelot and having one here shouldn’t mess up time right? Then moved onto a herbal tea that he knows if he traveled past the boarders he may be able to find similar ingredients.

Then he brings a new release of his favourite book series because he cant help it and realises small things like that dont change time.

And so thats what he’s been hiding away in his room, all of his modern day stuff. Ranging from trinkets hes collected over his life to his favourite scarf to his stuffed lion that he won at a fair in the 80s. He doesn’t go back often, only when his tea runs out or he really needs something, he tries to limit it he really does.

It takes gaius another 4 weeks to wrap his head around it all. Another 2 weeks after that to touch merlins stuffed lion thinking it may attack him at any moment.

He makes gaius promise to not tell a soul, offering him tea bags as payment. They have a nice system from then on, gaius would try a new flavour of tea everytime merlin returned, once in a while he would also bring a modern day snack (gaius yelled when he first tried salt and vinegar crisps).

A yell which led to leon finding out. And so a cycle began.

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𝐌𝐫. 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 | 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐎𝐧𝐞: Stucky x F!Reader

Part Two Pairings: Bucky Barnes x f!reader, Steve Rogers x f!reader | Daughter of Thaddeus Ross (Red Hulk) Words: 5.4K Themes: Forbidden Reader, Love Triangle, M for Mature, 18+ , Post-Endgame, AGE GAP (24y/o reader). Summary: Bucky Barnes expected another typical therapy session, but the moment he meets Y/N, a sharp and unflinching therapist who doesn’t back down, everything changes. Used to keeping people at arm’s length, Bucky finds himself intrigued by her resilience and the way she sees right through his walls. A/N: I am also obsessed with Bucky ok? I can't leave him out. I will not use "chapter" for now because IDEK how long this will be. Let me know if you want to be tagged. Ciao.

Bucky entered the therapist’s office, expecting the usual routine with Dr. Raynor. But when he saw a younger woman sitting on the couch, legs crossed, glasses perched on her nose, he froze. She was scribbling in a notebook, completely absorbed in whatever she was writing. His eyes swept over her—pencil skirt, white blouse with the top two buttons undone. Definitely not Raynor.

Raynor was a pain in the ass enough, but now they're throwing this at me? Bucky thought, his jaw tightening as he watched her quietly scribble in her notebook. He wasn’t sure if this was some kind of test or another attempt to “catch him off guard.” His whole life had been one test after another, and this—this felt like just another trick up their sleeve.

Great, he thought bitterly, as if I haven’t been poked and prodded enough. Now I’m supposed to open up to someone who probably just finished med school.

The calm way she sat there, so sure of herself, made him itch with irritation. He couldn’t figure her out, and he hated that. Was she here to push him harder than Raynor? Or was this just another bureaucratic move to switch things up, like changing therapists would suddenly crack him open?

What’s next? A therapy dog? His mind was racing, constantly searching for the next hit, the next blow. He felt like they were always trying to break him down bit by bit, like he was still their weapon.

But this? This is just insulting. He didn’t know what to make of her, or what she could possibly do for him, but his instincts were already screaming to keep his guard up, to watch her carefully. There was always something more to these situations. Always a catch.

"Did they lose my file or something?" Bucky raised an eyebrow, smirking. "You don’t look old enough to be out of med school, let alone help me with… this." His words came out dripping with sarcasm, testing her right from the start.

Y/N didn’t look up immediately, taking her time as she finished writing something in her notebook. When she finally met his gaze, she adjusted her glasses slightly, then pointed to the couch with her eyes.

"I assure you, Sergeant Barnes, you’re in the right place," she said, her voice calm and even. "If you’d like to sit down, we can get started."

Bucky paused, the smirk still playing on his lips. He scanned the room, as if making sure he hadn’t walked into the wrong office, then sauntered toward the couch opposite her. He dropped down, stretching out his legs lazily, crossing his arms over his chest, still eyeing her with playful suspicion.

"Right place, huh? Are you sure about that?" He chuckled. "Didn’t realize they sent kids to do the hard jobs these days."

"Lucky for you, I’m not a kid. But if you’re hoping for someone older, I’m sure you can take it up with the front desk. Or we could just get started, your call."

Bucky’s smirk widened slightly, impressed by the way she shot back at him. He leaned back on the couch, arms crossed. "Alright then, since you’re apparently the expert. What’s the plan here? Gonna wave a magic wand, make all my problems go away?"

Y/N raised an eyebrow, meeting his sarcasm head-on. "No magic wand. Just work. But something tells me you’re not afraid of a little hard work, are you?"

That caught him off guard. He was used to deflecting with humor, but she wasn’t backing down. In fact, she seemed perfectly comfortable in this verbal sparring match.

"Hard work, huh?" He leaned forward slightly, his tone softening but still sarcastic. "And here I thought you were here to hand me a quick fix."

Y/N smiled ever so slightly, just enough to show she wasn’t intimidated. "I don’t do quick fixes. That’s for amateurs."

Bucky stared at her for a moment, genuinely impressed despite himself. He had expected someone more nervous, someone he could easily rattle. But this woman? She wasn’t having any of it.

"Alright, doc," he said, nodding slightly, acknowledging her stance. "You’ve got my attention. What’s next?"

Y/N adjusted her glasses, flipping a page in her notebook. "Next? We talk about your progress. Or, we can sit here in silence while you continue throwing sarcastic remarks at me. I’m good with either option."

"You think I’m just gonna spill my guts? It doesn’t work like that."

"I didn’t expect it to.”

"I’m fine with silence.”

Bucky muttered, his eyes flicking to the window as if contemplating an escape. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about himself. Especially not with someone like her—someone so young and… focused.

Leaning forward slightly, his playful look faded into something darker—a cold, calculating stare. His blue eyes locked onto hers, hard and unblinking, as he gave her the same menacing look that had unnerved countless soldiers and enemies. It was the stare that said he wasn’t someone to mess with.

Most people would have flinched by now, maybe glanced away or shown some kind of discomfort. But Y/N didn’t move. She didn’t flinch. She met his icy stare head-on, calm and unwavering.

Seconds ticked by then into minutes. Bucky’s gaze bore into hers, daring her to crack under the pressure. But she didn’t blink. Didn’t shift in her seat. She held his stare, unshaken.

As Bucky realized she wasn’t going to back down. He clenched his jaw tighter, leaning in even more, his menacing stare intensifying. And still—nothing. Y/N just stared back at him. After what felt like an eternity, Bucky scoffed, the sound low and begrudgingly amused. He leaned back into the couch, letting out a breath.

"Well, I’ll be damned," he muttered, clearly impressed. His smirk returned, but this time, it was less mocking and more intrigued. "You didn’t even blink."

"I’ve seen worse," she shrugged.

"Most people can’t handle the stare," he said, a hint of admiration creeping into his voice. Bucky stared at her for a moment longer, still processing that she hadn’t buckled under his intimidation.

"I’m not most people," Y/N replied, her gaze still locked on his.

"You’re not, huh?” Bucky let out another short scoff, a faint grin tugging at the corner of his mouth.

For a moment, they just stared at each other, the tension between them gradually easing. Bucky leaned forward, rubbing his hands together as if contemplating his next move.

"Alright," he finally muttered, his voice quieter now, the edge of defiance softening. "Let’s get started."

× × × ×

Bucky walked down the street, hands deep in his pockets, his mind still stuck on the therapy session with Y/N. He couldn't shake the image of her holding her ground against his menacing stare. Most people crumbled under that.

He was impressed. Hell, maybe even a little thrown off by it.

He reached a small café, the door chimed as he walked in. He’d been coming here for weeks, liking how quiet it was. Bucky slid into a booth in the corner, the furthest one from the entrance, his usual spot. The place was small, quiet—barely anyone noticed him here. That was what he liked. No eyes following him. No whispers.

As he sat down, he glanced at the menu out of habit, though he already knew what he wanted. He tapped his fingers against the table, feeling the hum of anxiety still coursing through him. His thoughts wandered back to Y/N’s. Her refusal to let him dictate the session. It had been a long time since someone had stood their ground with him.

“Same as usual?” the waitress asked.

He nodded. “Yeah. Same.”

The door chimed again, and out of reflex, Bucky glanced up. His eyes landed on her—Y/N. But she was different now. She was dressed in a casual sweater and jeans, her hair down, and the serious, composed demeanor was nowhere to be found. She looked relaxed. For a moment, Bucky frowned. Was this the same woman from earlier?

She hadn’t noticed him yet, busy ordering her coffee at the counter. As she turned, their eyes met, and for a split second, surprise flickered in her gaze. Then she smiled.

It wasn’t a polite, professional smile like the one she had in the office—it was real, warm. Bucky had to admit, she was even more beautiful when she smiled like that. She made her way over to him, her expression soft and light, a stark contrast to how she’d been before.

“Sergeant Barnes,” she greeted with an amused smile. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”

“Didn’t expect to see you either. You got a twin or something?” Bucky leaned back, trying to hide the fact that her smile had thrown him. He gave her a skeptical look, still trying to wrap his mind around the shift in her demeanor.

Y/N raised an eyebrow, her smile widening. “Nope. Just me.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You sure? Because you’re not exactly giving off the same ‘don’t mess with me’ vibe as you did earlier.”

“I save that for the office.” She laughed lightly, the sound catching him off guard again.

Bucky blinked, still half-convinced she had to be a different person. “You’re… different outside of work.”

Y/N smiled again, and Bucky couldn’t help but notice how that smile completely transformed her. The serious, no-nonsense therapist was gone.

“Therapist mode can be intense,” she said, settling into the seat across from him. “Gotta decompress too, you know.”

“Decompress, huh?” Bucky muttered, still eyeing her. “I wasn’t sure you even knew how to.”

“Oh, trust me, I do,” she said with a grin. “You think I’m a robot in the office?”

“Was starting to wonder. . .”

She laughed again, shaking her head as she took a sip of her coffee. “Nope. Just human.”

Bucky stared at her for a moment, taking in how much more approachable she seemed now. The difference between the Y/N sitting across from him now and the one who had held her ground in the office was stark. He hadn’t expected to see her like this—relaxed, smiling, laughing. It was almost disarming.

“You’re hard to figure out,” he said, still trying to process the shift.

She shrugged lightly. “That’s part of the job, isn’t it?”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a while, the sounds of the café filling the space. Bucky glanced at her again, her soft smile lingering in his mind. He wasn’t sure why, but seeing her like this, outside of the serious office atmosphere, made him feel… at ease.

Eventually, Y/N glanced at her watch. “I should get going. Got other plans.”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah, same.”

She stood, grabbing her cup. She paused for a moment, then gave him one last smile—a sweet one, the kind that lit up her whole face, making her seem even more different than the woman who had stared him down earlier.

“See you at the next session?” she asked.

Bucky chuckled, half-joking, "Hm, I don’t know."

Her smile didn’t waver. If anything, it deepened, her eyes holding him with a quiet confidence. "I will see you, Sergeant Barnes," she said, her voice more insistent this time, not leaving room for doubt.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, shaking his head slightly, "What’s the point of asking then?”

As she walked out of the café, Bucky leaned back in his seat, shaking his head with a small smile. She had completely thrown him. Her smile, her relaxed demeanor—it was all so different from what he’d expected. For a moment, he wondered if she really did have a twin. But then again, maybe she was just someone with more layers than he’d first realized.

And he found himself eager to know more.

× × × ×

Steve Rogers wasn’t sure how he had gotten talked into this. Well, actually, he knew exactly how—Sam Wilson had dragged him along to this party, claiming Steve needed to “loosen up” and enjoy life more. But standing in the middle of a loud, flashing room with music pounding in his ears, Steve wondered if he should have pushed harder to stay home.

"Come on, Cap," Sam had said with a mischievous grin as they walked through the entrance earlier. "You’ve been in retirement long enough. Time to see what the world’s been up to while you were busy saving it."

Steve stood near the bar now, trying to blend in, his eyes scanning the room. People were dancing wildly, laughing, and having fun in the swirling haze of strobe lights. It was a far cry from the kinds of parties he had attended back in the 1940s—those had been calm, slow, and filled with small talk and jazz music.

This? This was chaos.

Steve shifted uncomfortably. He had barely touched his drink when Sam elbowed him from the side, laughing. “You look like you’re plotting an escape route. Relax, Cap. Have fun.”

Before Steve could respond, Sam was swept into the crowd by some friends, leaving Steve standing alone by the bar. Even in the anonymity of the darkened room, Steve still attracted attention. His broad shoulders, strong jawline, and quietly confident presence drew glances from several women who were passing by. The strobe lights occasionally highlighted his features, and more than a few curious eyes lingered on him as he stood by the bar.

“Hey there,” she said, leaning in slightly, her voice loud to be heard over the music. “You look like you’re way too good-looking to be standing here alone.”

Steve smiled politely, keeping his distance. “Just here with some friends,” he said, not giving much away.

She stepped a little closer, her eyes lingering on him. “Well, maybe I could keep you company?”

Steve chuckled softly, shaking his head. “Thanks, but I’m good. Just enjoying the night.”

She looked a little surprised but shrugged it off with a casual smile. “Your loss,” she said with a wink, before disappearing back into the crowd.

Steve let out a small breath, his shoulders relaxing as she left. He wasn’t here for that kind of attention, though it seemed inevitable. He glanced around, hoping to spot Sam or Bucky, but before he could move, another woman approached.

He was just about to step away from the bar when another woman, a petite brunette with a mischievous smile, appeared beside him.

“I’ve seen you reject at least ten girls in the last ten minutes,” she said, her voice teasing. “Either you’ve got impossibly high standards or you’re just too shy to admit you’re having fun.”

Steve chuckled, shaking his head. “Neither, really. Just here with some friends. Trying to keep a low profile.”

She raised an eyebrow, clearly unconvinced. “A guy like you, keeping a low profile? Good luck with that.”

Steve smiled, nodding toward the crowd. “Seems like it’s working so far.”

The woman laughed, but before she could say more, the crowd surged again, and someone bumped into Steve, almost spilling his drink.

“Sorry about that,” a voice said, half-shouting over the music.

Steve turned and caught a glimpse of another woman, this one different from the others. She was barely recognizable in the strobe lights, her features blurred by the darkness, but something about the way she carried herself caught his attention. She didn’t linger too long on him, and didn't try too hard. Her smile was brief but real.

“No problem,” Steve replied, raising his voice to be heard over the music.

“Not your scene?” she asked, leaning a little closer to be heard.

“Not exactly,” Steve admitted, putting a finger in to cover one ear.

She laughed lightly, stepping closer, her eyes catching the light for a brief second. “Same. My friend dragged me here. I’m pretty sure she thinks I need to ‘loosen up’.”

“Guess we’re in the same boat,” Steve said, feeling a bit more at ease. She had a warmth in her voice, even amidst the chaos.

Before either of them could say more, a group of partygoers surged by, and one of them grabbed Y/N’s hand, pulling her toward the dance floor. She was caught off guard, stumbling a bit before turning back toward Steve, her hand still caught in the wave.

“Come on!” she shouted over the music, her face lit up with a playful grin.

“No—I don’t think—”

Steve hesitated. He wasn’t much of a dancer—especially not in a place like this—but before he could protest, Y/N grabbed his hand, tugging him into the crowd. The pulsing rhythm of the music pounded in his chest as they were swept into the moving mass of people. The lights flashed wildly, and before Steve knew it, he was dancing, caught up in the infectious energy of the room.

Y/N laughed as they moved, her hand still in his, and Steve found himself smiling despite the overwhelming atmosphere. The strobe lights flickered, casting everything in flashes of light and shadow, and for a moment, it was easy to forget who he was, to forget the weight he usually carried.

Steve didn’t have time to react before he found himself right behind her, the sea of people pushing them closer together. The music pounded through the room, the heavy bass vibrating under their feet. Steve felt her back press against his chest, her body swaying in time with the beat.

The lights flashed, casting her in and out of shadow, but Steve was caught in the moment. She moved to the music effortlessly, her hips swinging in rhythm, her back brushing against him with every movement. He felt the warmth of her body through his shirt, the closeness sparking something inside him he hadn’t expected.

The lyrics of the song echoed through the room: “I, I, I, I just want to watch you when you take it off, take off all your makeup, baby, take it off. . . I just wanna watch you when you take it off, take off all your clothes and watch you take them off.”

Y/N's body moved in perfect sync with the music, and Steve, despite his hesitation, found himself falling into the rhythm. Her hips pressed against him, swaying seductively in time with the beat. He hesitated for a moment before resting his hands lightly on her hips, unsure but drawn in by the intensity of the moment.

The crowd pushed them even closer together, and Steve’s grip on her hips tightened instinctively. She didn’t pull away; instead, she leaned into him, moving her body against his, teasing, playful, completely in tune with the energy of the music. Her head tilted slightly, her hair brushing against his neck, and Steve felt his pulse quicken.

She bit her lower lip, glancing back at him through the lights, a playful spark in her eyes. Steve’s breath caught, his hands sliding up slightly from her waist as their bodies continued to move together. The energy between them was electric, like nothing he’d ever felt before. The music drowned out everything but the pounding of his heart and the feel of her body so close to his.

Suddenly, the crowd pushed them even closer, and in the heat of the moment, Y/N turned her head slightly, her lips brushing against his cheek. It was a brief touch, but it sent a shock through him. His grip tightened on her hips, and before either of them could think, their movements slowed, the tension between them peaking.

“I just can't wait to see it all I'm so turned on”

Y/N turned her head fully, her lips finding his in a fast, unexpected kiss. His lips were unexpectedly soft. They parted-in surprise, she thought and then she slipped her tongue inside. It had been forever since she'd done this, never had she done this, but it came to her like breathing. It was electric, quick, but charged with the energy of the moment.

Steve’s world narrowed to just the two of them—the music, the lights, the crowd—all vanished as her lips met his. He stopped her, just for a moment, then flipped it, deepening the kiss with a flick of his tongue and a firm grip on her hip. Now it was him kissing her, her soft sigh filling the space between them. He responded with heat, his desire matching the unexpected pleasure he found in her.

The kiss only lasted a moment, but it left both of them breathless. Y/N pulled back, her eyes wide with surprise, like she hadn’t expected it either. They were still close, her breath mingling with his as they caught their bearings.

Before either of them could speak, Y/N's friends found her and pulled her with them unaware of Steve, and she was swept away, disappearing into the throng of dancers. Steve stood there, frozen for a second, his heart still racing from the kiss, his hands still tingling from where he’d touched her.

He blinked, trying to steady himself, but she was already gone, lost in the mass of people. The music still pounded around him, the lights still flashed, but all Steve could focus on was the ghost of her lips on his and the wild, unexpected energy of the night.

Steve shook his head, still trying to process what had just happened. The kiss, the way her body had fit so perfectly against his—it was all too new, too different. The way young people dance these days, he thought, he can’t believe he allowed himself to be dragged like that. It was nothing like what he was used to. He exhaled slowly, needing a moment to collect his thoughts. Pushing through the crowd, he scanned the room for Sam. He was going to get an earful for this.

Steve spotted Sam by the bar, laughing with a couple of friends, and beside him was Bucky, nursing a drink and quietly observing the room. Steve made his way over, still feeling the lingering heat of the moment and trying his best to shake it off.

Sam noticed him approaching and immediately grinned, raising his drink in greeting. “There he is! Our man of the hour!” Sam shouted over the music, his voice laced with amusement.

Bucky raised an eyebrow, his expression more reserved but no less curious.

“I don’t know about that,” Steve rolled his eyes, but there was no hiding the slight flush still creeping up his neck.

Sam’s grin widened as he leaned in closer. “Come on, Cap, you’ve got that look on your face. What happened?”

Steve hesitated for a moment, debating whether or not to tell them. But Sam already knew him too well, and Bucky… well, there was no escaping his sharp gaze either.

“Nothing,” Steve said with a shrug, hoping to play it off.

“Uh-huh,” Sam said, narrowing his eyes.

“Nothing, huh?” He took a sip of his drink, but the teasing gleam in his eyes was unmistakable. “Didn’t look like ‘nothing’ when I saw you on the dance floor with… what’s her name?”

Steve’s eyes widened slightly, “You saw that?”

Sam burst out laughing, slapping Steve on the shoulder. “Oh, I saw it. The whole room probably saw it! You were practically glued to her!”

Steve groaned, rubbing his forehead. “It wasn’t like that.”

Sam raised an eyebrow, still grinning. “Oh, really? Because from where I was standing, it looked like you were having a little too much fun.”

Steve shot him a glare, but the way Sam wiggled his eyebrows made it impossible to stay serious.

Bucky, still quiet, finally smirked. “You’re not exactly blending into the background there, punk.”

“It just… happened, alright?” Steve admitted, his voice trailing off as he tried to explain. “We were dancing, and the crowd kept pushing us together. And then…”

“And then you kissed her!” Sam finished for him, laughing again. “Oh man, Cap, I didn’t know you had it in you.”

“I didn’t kiss her! She kissed me! It just happened—like in the heat of the moment.”

“Yeah, because ‘heat of the moment’ sounds nothing like you.” Bucky chuckled, finally downing his alcohol.

Steve shot him a look, “Who's side are you on?”

“The ‘heat of the moment’? You mean to tell me you got caught up in the lights and music and had your little dance-floor moment? That’s priceless!” Sam was practically doubled over with laughter now.

“It wasn’t like that. I didn’t even know her.” Steve couldn’t help but crack a smile despite the teasing.

Sam straightened up, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “Doesn’t matter, man. That’s what makes it even better! You don’t know her, and you still ended up in some steamy dance-floor kiss? That’s wild for you.”

Steve groaned again, but the smile tugging at his lips was undeniable.

“Well, I’ll say this,” Sam said, leaning in closer with a sly grin. “You’re full of surprises, Cap. I thought you’d be sitting in a corner all night, but instead, you’re out here stealing kisses in the middle of a crowd.”

“Okay, fine. It was… unexpected. But I wasn’t exactly complaining.”

Sam raised both eyebrows in mock surprise. “Unexpected, huh? Is that what we’re calling it when you’re practically glued to someone in the middle of a party? I mean, the way you two were moving—if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were auditioning for a music video.”

Steve sighed, but a part of him couldn’t help but feel amused at the whole situation. He never expected to get caught up in something like that.

“I didn’t even get her name,” he said, almost to himself.

Bucky tilted his head. “Classic.”

Sam’s grin softened into a knowing smile. “Well, maybe that’s the universe telling you it’s time to loosen up a little. Enjoy the ride.”

Steve smirked, shaking his head. “Maybe.”

Sam clapped him on the back again. “Look, Cap, you’ve spent your whole life saving the world. You deserve to have moments like that. Maybe even more than most people.”

Steve couldn’t argue with that. The memory of her lips on his, the way their bodies had moved together—it wasn’t something he was likely to forget anytime soon.

Sam raised his glass in a mock toast. “Here’s to Captain America, finally letting loose.”

“I don’t think I’m cut out for this.” Steve chuckled and clinked his glass against Sam and Bucky's.

“You’re doing just fine, Cap,” Sam said with a wink. “Just fine.”

+ + + +

Y/N’s heels clicked against the smooth marble floors of the mansion’s foyer as she unlocked the door and stepped inside. The security system beeped, and she casually entered the code, the familiar beep fading into silence. The house was large, quiet, and pristine—almost too quiet after the chaos of the party.

She kicked off her heels, phone pressed to her ear as she continued her animated conversation with her best friend.

“I’m telling you, it was insane,” Y/N laughed, still buzzing from the energy of the night. “I don’t even know how I ended up on the dance floor, but there I was, dancing like I had no care in the world. And, oh my god, there was this guy...”

She paused, biting her lip at the memory of the mysterious man she’d danced with. The lights had made it impossible to see him clearly, but the way he moved, how his hands had felt on her hips—it sent a thrill through her just thinking about it.

“I didn’t catch his name,” she continued, flopping onto the plush couch in the living room. “But we were so close, and when we kissed... girl, I don’t even know what came over me.”

Her friend gasped on the other end of the line, clearly invested in every word. “Wait, you kissed him? Who are you right now?”

“I don’t know!” Y/N laughed again—almost squealing, “It was one of those wild party moments, you know? The music was loud, people were everywhere, and then—boom—his lips were on mine.”

“Omg, didn’t you get his number?”

“No.” She frowned then she smiled to herself, enjoying the carefree thrill of the memory. “Honestly, I thought I’d regret it, but no. Imagine that? My dad would kill me.”

As she continued recounting the night, a slight rustling from the other side of the room made her pause. Y/N looked up, her heart skipping a beat as she realized she wasn’t alone. In the doorway stood Thaddeus Ross, her father, arms crossed and an eyebrow raised.

He cleared his throat loudly, the sound cutting through the excited chatter still flowing from her phone. Y/N froze for a moment, her eyes widening as she realized she’d been caught mid-party recap in her usually reserved father’s presence.

Her friend’s voice buzzed in her ear, still going on about the party, but Y/N quickly pulled the phone away, muttering, “I’ll call you back,” before hanging up. The excitement drained from her face, replaced by a nervous smile.

“Dad,” Y/N greeted, forcing a casual smile. “Didn’t know you’d be home.”

“Apparently, you didn’t. Sounded like quite the party.” Thaddeus Ross narrowed his eyes slightly, stepping further into the room.

Y/N stood, suddenly aware of how much she’d let herself unwind. She straightened her clothes and tried to appear nonchalant. “It was just a party with some friends. No big deal.”

Thaddeus arched an eyebrow. “Friends?”

“Yeah, friends. You know, just... normal people.” Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay the whole thing.

Thaddeus studied her for a moment, his eyes sharp, as if trying to piece together the details she hadn’t given him.

“I see,” he finally said, his tone unreadable. “It sounded a bit more... involved than your usual nights out.”

Y/N swallowed, brushing off the heat rising in her cheeks. “It was just for fun, Dad. Nothing to worry about.”

He didn’t respond immediately, just gave her a long, assessing look.

“You know how important it is to keep certain parts of your life secure, Y/N,” he said in that familiar, commanding tone of his. “People might take advantage if they know too much about who you really are.”

Y/N gave him a playful smile, trying to brush off his seriousness. “Dad, I’m 24. I should be out there kissing strangers at parties by now, right?”

Thaddeus didn’t smile. He simply sighed, crossing his arms tighter over his chest.

“I wasn’t wearing a neon sign that said ‘Mr. President’s Daughter’ on it. It was just a party. I’m allowed to have fun.” Y/N rolled her eyes, her tone still light but more pointed now.

Thaddeus didn’t seem to be swayed by her attempt to joke. “Having fun is one thing, but keeping yourself safe is another. You may think these parties are harmless, but they aren’t always what they seem.”

“Dad, relax. I know how to keep myself out of trouble. I mean, come on, I live here, don’t I? No one’s getting past your fortress.” Y/N sighed, but her smile remained.

Thaddeus gave her a long, measured look, as if deciding how much more to say. Finally, he relented just slightly, his voice softening. “It’s not just about the security, Y/N. It’s about the people you surround yourself with.”

Y/N softened her tone too, standing up to face him. “I get it, Dad. I know you’re just looking out for me, but I’m not going to live in fear. I can take care of myself.”

Thaddeus didn’t reply right away, his eyes flicking to the security system panel before returning to her. “Just... be careful. Not everyone you meet at those parties will have good intentions.”

“I know, Dad. I promise I’ll be careful.” Y/N nodded, her earlier playfulness giving way to a more serious understanding.

Thaddeus gave a short nod, clearly not fully convinced but unwilling to push the conversation any further tonight. “Good. Just remember what I said.”

He turned and left the room, leaving Y/N standing there with the lingering weight of his words. As the tension dissolved, she let out a small laugh, shaking her head. “I’m 24,” she muttered to herself, smiling at the absurdity of the situation.

“I heard that!” Thaddeus yelled from another area of the house.

“You were supposed to!”

Despite everything, the memory of the night—the music, the dancing, the kiss—still played in her mind, and she couldn’t help but smile.

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