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pairing: lando norris x fem!reader
word count: 3.5k+
summary: after travelling with lando to the last couple of grand prixâs, it takes another driver flirting with you for him to realize his feelings
request: âi've been seeing clips of lando not eating and taking care of himself properly during this short break and max stressing out on the stream could you please write a lando x reader please, where reader is close friends with lando and max and takes it upon herself to travel with lando for the remaining of the gps to make sure hes well. maybe one of the drivers tries to flirt with her during one of the races and thats what makes lando realise he has feelings for her. â
warnings: sweating, talks of unhealthy habits, awkward flirting | what other driver to flirt with her than the one who flirts with everyone, sorry iâve kind of make him look like a dick i just donât know how to flirt đ€·ââïž not too confident in this one
Youâd been friends with Lando almost as long as Max had. Youâd been friends with Max for almost your whole lives ââ meeting him when his family was visiting some of their family during the summer in your town and you two hit it off. You had known about Lando, but you didnât fully meet him until about a year after the two boys had met. The two of you connected instantly. Both of you donât know why, though Max had always joked that you two were each others person . . . and you both didnât know, but he tried the trick the two of you into getting together. He could see the look in Landoâs eyes when heâd look at you, but heâd always make excuses. âSheâs just a friend, Iâm too busy with formula 1,â etc. Max would just roll his eyes.
You were a bit more accepting to the idea, because you did like him a little bit. Though you didnât want to ruin the friendship and didnât want to interrupt his career. You cared too much, and would rather be friends with him than mess it up in a chance that he liked you. Donât get me wrong, youâd had boyfriends over they years, but the came and went, and you ended up going to Lando or Max about another boy who broke your heart. Every time that happened, Lando swore his heart broke a little bit, but he never told you. He was never really open with his feelings, and thatâs why you didnât notice he wasnât doing for awhile.
You had known Lando was stressed about this current F1 season. He always talked about it, not about the stress, really, just more about how the car was, the team was, and there was undertone that only you or Max could sense. You both kept an eye on him, but you had recently gotten busy with some stuff. Checking your phone had slipped your mind and you donât even think to do it until you finally had some time to yourself and you ordered some takeout. It wasnât until you texted the group chat that Max called you.
âYou alright?â You asked him, mouth full of Chinese food. âYeah. You?â You nodded even though he couldnât see you, âyeah.â There was some silence before a sigh from the other end. âUsually I donât get into his business because he can handle himself, but Iâm worried about Lando.â You raised your eyebrows and set your food down on the coffee table and paused your television. âWhat do you mean? Is he okay? I know heâs been stressed but I didnât think it was anything he hasnât handled before. Itâs Lando, you know?â You ranted, eyes drawing to a picture of the three of you on your wall.
âI know. I wasnt going to do anything besides talk to him about it, but heâs blocked me out. Heâs been mentioning ââ unknowingly, because if he did he wouldnât say it all ââ that heâs not been eating well. In the sense that heâs eating expired food that will get him sick but he doesnât want to go out and not showering a lot. At first, I thought he was just over-exaggerating, but then it continued and when Iâd ask, heâd push me off. I donât think heâs well.â You frowned. âWhere is he now? At home?â âYeah. Weâve been streaming together, and thatâs when I started to notice his tone of voice and stuff. I think the stress of the championship is taking a toll on him.â
âIâll talk to him. Iâll force him to talk to me. Iâll see what we can do. And before you apologize, I know you have other shit going on right now. Itâs also nothing to apologize for. Heâs our friend. Iâll let you know how it goes okay?â You smiled, hoping Max was feeling better. Knowing him, he was. You picture him with his shoulders becoming less tense and him letting go of the ridge of his nose he was squeezing. âOkay,â he sighed, âlet me know if you crack him. âLike an egg.â You both laughed and you ended the call.
You grabbed your computer from the coffee table and opened it, checking the time. It was eight pm. Monaco was only an hour ahead of the UK, and you knew heâd still be up. Heâs usually is ââ and he doesnât sleep well when heâs stressed. You went on to FaceTime and clicked his name. It only rang a couple times before his face popped up. âHey.â He greeted you. Even before he talked you could tell something was wrong ââ his sunken cheeks, his pale face, he literally lived in Monaco, he should not be pale, and his eye bags. His voice solidified your thought. It was tired and strained, like he didnât have the energy to fake it.
âHey buddy, how are you?â He replied with an âokay and kept eating whatever expired thing it was now. â. . . Are you sure?â You paused before asking, not wanting to set him off. He paused as well and looked up at the screen. âDid Max put you up to this?â He asked you. He wasnât even mad, he was just tired. âLando, youâre not doing okay.â You softly told him. He was about to reply before his resolve cracked and he started to sob. You wished you were there to hood him, knowing that he was alone, and he was alone while he want okay. âI know, I know Iâm not. But Iâm too tired to do anything about it,â he hiccuped as he spoke, âi just wish you were here. I cant do this alone. I have to go back in two days and Iâm not ready.â
It was at that moment you made your decision. You kept him on as you booked a one way ticket to Monaco. âThen you wonât be,â you told him, âIâm coming over there. Max canât, but I can. And I will. You wonât be alone Lando, not anymore.â The man let out a sigh in response and his face started to loosen up. It was quiet before a small âthank youâ made its way out of his mouth. âAlways.â You smiled at him. âNow, when I get there I expect your ass to be waiting for me in one of those stupid cars of yours.â Lando let out a guttural laugh, and he had to admit it felt good. âYou got it.â
Lando kept his promise, and as you stood out front of the Monaco airport, you spot him. His face is scanning the area, trying to find you, but he passes right over you. You shake your head ââ for a formula one driver, he can be oblivious. âMuppet! Over here!â His eyes finally meets yours and his face lights up. âHey.â You greet each other as you hug. âHey. Nice to see you.â He told you as he grabbed your bags and piled them into the trunk. âYou too. Someone had to save your ass.â He looks at you with a âreally?â face and you shrug and get in the car.
You chat all the way to his house. It took a little while because when you stopped for gas, a couple fans spotted him and asked for pictures, but you werenât in any rush. A rush meant less time with him. You also knew meeting the fans made him happy, his face may not say it, but when you three would FaceTime heâd rant with a giant smile on his face about the fans heâd met and gifts heâd got. You and Max always teased him about it, joking that heâs such a hotshot and âyouâre so popular!â but thatâs all that it was, jokes.
When you got to his house, you only pulled a couple things out of your suitcase as you were leaving with him the next day. You showered, and then forced him to take you to the grocery store to make him real food, not food thatâs been sitting in his fridge or freezer for months. You ended grabbing things to make Alfredo and headed back, putting music on, grabbing some wine, and getting to it ââ though it was mostly you cooking and Lando almost hurting himself with the most random things. You didnât know how he lived by himself.
After that, he still hasnât packed his bag ââ which you scolded him like a child for ââ and helped him pack it. You think his neighbours thought it was a domestic by the way you two bickered.
âWhat about this one?â âI donât know.â âLando. You have until tomorrow, and at this rate, youâll be going naked.â âPeople wonât mind that.â âYouâre so gross. Get out of my sight.â
You continued to bicker to the point where you shoed him off with a wave of your hand ââ he didnât actually leave, just talked to you with a smug look on his face ââ and you chose clothes for him. You were definitely telling Cisca about this. At the end of it, you two were giggling at the movie you had put on, drunk off wine and delirious after the loss of sleep. You didnât even know you fell asleep until you woke up by the sound of Landoâs alarm. You had to wake him up with so much force it almost pushed him off the couch. âWake up you dickhead.â You two were a mess of limbs tangled together. That was the closest you two had ever been.
It didnât take long ââ with you practically shoving him out the door ââ to arrive at the airport and get on the McLaren private jet. You felt a bit weird getting on as you even offered to get your own flight, but Lando looked at you like you had grown two heads and replied with âOscarâs girlfriend uses it, you get to too.â That made you blush. You didnât think he realized how the words sounded. When you got in, Lily and Oscar were already seated. You greeted each other and you went off with Lily as Oscar and Lando talked about the race coming up with their team over a zoom call.
Though you had heard of Lily, this was your first time meeting her. She was incredibly nice and you two got along great, even exchanging numbers incase you wanted to rant about âhow annoying the boys wereâ with a wink. That was pretty much how the plane ride went, you and Lily chatting and laughing as the boys talked strategy. Both of you didnât know this, but you and Lando kept stealing glances at the other. When Oscar asked, Landoâs excuse was âsheâs my best friend, just making sure sheâs alright,â but yours was a bit different.
You had been showing Lily pictures of the three of you: Max, you, and Lando, and sharing stories before she asked âwhatâs up with you and Lando?â You paused and turned to look at her. âWhat do you mean?â She gave you a look. You sighed, âweâre just friends.â âIn a âIâm denying it wayâ or a âI like him, but weâre just friendsâ way?â âThe second one. I mean, heâs my best friend and I love him, but I like him a little bit. But Iâd rather face it alone than lose the friendship.â You whispered that part, looking to make sure Lando wasnât looking. She nodded, âI get that . . . But are you sure he doesnât like you back?â âHe burps in my face and eats my food. Iâm sure.
She let out an âokayâ, dragging out the âyâ. Though Lily wanted to say that Oscar did that too ââ besides the burping part ââ she didnât. She figured youâd eventually figure it out, or she and Oscarâs would give you the little push you needed.
You mustâve fell asleep soon after you put in your hand phones and put on your playlist as you woke up to someone attempting to pick you up. âHm?â You asked, still half asleep. You heard a quiet âshotâ before the voice spoke up louder. âTime to wake up.â You opened your eyes to see Lando standing in front of you. âWhat a way to wake me up with a jumpscare of your face.â You mused as you got up and stretched. You were always a bit grumpy when you woke up and thatâs why Lando wanted to lift you so youâd stay awake. âI will hit you.â He replied to you as you made your way down the stairs of the plane and on to the tarmac. âIâll tell Cisca.â That shut him up real quick.
The city of Austin, Texas passed by you in blurry images. Usually Lando wouldâve poked you until you finally turned to him and hit him in the back of the head, but it was your first time in Austin and he let you take it all in. When you got closer to the hotel though, thatâs when he started to annoy you. You did hit him in the head when the car parked in front of the hotel, and Lily and Oscar heard the aftermath of that with Lando mumbling an âowâ and rubbing the back of his head.
âI donât even hit you that hard!â âYes you did, I have brain damage.â âIâll give you brain damage if you keep complaining.â
The four of you made it into the hotel and up to your rooms, albeit with a little fuss with you and Lando bickering, but when you got into the room, you immediately flopped on the bed. âI donât think Iâve ever been to a hotel with a bed as nice as this.â Lando looked surprised. âReally?â You nodded as you sat up and crossed your legs. âYou told me Max payed for you for that one hotel in Italy?â You stayed silent. âDid he not pay for you?â âNo, i payed for myself . . . At a different hotel. Itâs not his fault though, I told him you payed for me.â
You knew you were in for a scolding when you saw his face, and you were. You tried so hard not to giggle at his face. He was halfway through a sentence when you finally broke. âWhat?â âYour face is really funny when youâre mad. You make a weird face.â âI do not!â âYou do, ask Max.â âWhatever.â He continued and then made you promis to never do that to him or Max with a pinkie promise. You rolled your eyes and did it. After that, you two got ready for bed. You had gotten into your individual beds and turned the lights off when you spoke up. âIt was a good plan though. None of you had a clue.â â. . . It was good. But youâre not doing it again.â â. . . Damn.â
You stayed with Lando for the rest of the US Grand Prix, only letting him go for interviews, racing, and media ââ though you made sure to check on him during the day when you could. When you couldnât be with him, youâd hang out in the garage with Lily, or youâd tag along with the other girls who were there that Lily introduced you to. Youâd particularly made friends with Alexandra, you two hitting it off almost immediately.
You passed out almost immediately when you got back to Monaco for the next couple days before you had to leave again, and it felt like a blur. You only remember a little of it ââ showers, movies with Lando, and sleeping ââ before you were being shipped off to the next Grand Prix. You had no idea how he did it. You knew heâd been doing this awhile, but the jet lag was enough to hve you feeling hazy. You were sure Lando had gotten so many pictures of you sleeping and sent them to Max. There was one time when you woke up while he was taking one and you couldnât get his phone in time . . . Though you did threaten to post an embarrassing photo of him during his teenage years if he didnât delete. He showed you him deleting it, and the redownloaded it. You found this out later after Lando sent it to the group chat. That dickhead.
You were now in Brazil, two weeks later, heading into the Paddock with Lando. You offered to stay behind and let him have pictures taken of just him but he waved you off, joking that âyouâd make him look better.â In response to that you gave him the finger and walked in front of him ââ thought you had no idea where you were going ââ with his laugh resonating behind him.
You were excited for Brazil. Youâd always wanted to go there since you were kid, fascinated with the culture and country, but your family never had enough money and you had been busy every previous time the Brazil Grand Prix took place. You had ranted to Lando the whole car ride there, him giggling at how excited you got. He didnât find it weird or annoying, just happy that it made you happy. You hung it in the McLaren garage with the boys and Lily until it was time to start media, then you made your way to the Williams garage to find the other Lily. It was one of the races she was able to make it to and you had planned to meet up.
When you got to the garage, you passed Alex and Franco. You had met Alex, but you had yet to the men the new rookie. Youâd heard of his flirty reputation from Lando, laughing at him. You eventually found Lily with some help and you two stayed at the Williams garage for a little bit before you both decided to grab some coffee. You talk about her career, your families, friends, and things going on recently. You told her how you ended up here ââ obviously keeping some details out for Landoâs sake ââ as you grabbed the coffee and made rounds around the Paddock.
It when you had stopped by the bathroom so Lily could go that you saw Franco again. You were on your phone when you heard his voice. âI saw you at Williams, no?â You lifted your head to see him leaning against the wall beside you, facing you. âYeah. I was going to see Lily.â He nodded and hummed. âAre you here with Lily?â He smirked. When he did that you realized what he was doing. âNo. Iâm with someone else. A friend.â
âA friend, huh?â You forced yourself not to roll your eyes. You nodded. âWell, since theyâre just a friend, do you want to get to know each other?â You were about to respond when Lily came out. You handed her her stuff as she greeted Franco. You were about to leave before you turned to him, ânot really.â He looked like heâd been slapped in the face, not expecting that response.
Lily never asked, but you had a fleeting she knew what took place based on what you said last to him, the look on her face, and the quiet giggles she let out. You two continued to walk around the paddock until Alex texted her that he was done. She apologized but you told her not to be and tell Alex you say hi.
You werenât in a hurry to get back to the McLaren garage so you took your time, strolling past different areas and looking at food stops. When you did get the garage, you saw Lando with an annoyed expression and you made your way over, bumping your shoulder into his. âWhatâs up?â He looked at you. âYou met Franco?â You raised your eyebrows, not expecting him to know that. âYeah . . . Howâd you know?â âOscar told me.â You nodded slowly. He seemed upset. There was a beat of silence before you realized what he was feeling.
âAre you jealous?â He spun his head around to face yours. âNo!â You raised an eyebrow. âSure. Sure.â You looked at the screen he was just watching, pretending to leave it as you noticed him fiddling with his hands. âYes. I was.â His voice was quiet as he spoke, almost as if he was scared to say it. âWhy?â He cleared his throat, âbecause he was flirting with you. I know he was.â âWhy does that matter?â
There was some more silence. âBecause i like you.â You opened your mouth in shock, not prepared to hear that. You opened and closed it before you spoke. âReally?â He took your expression in the wrong way and responded with a âforget itâ and moved to put his headphones back on before you grabbed them out of his hands and forced him to look at you. âI like you too, you muppet.â Now it was his turn to be shocked. When he repeatedly opened and closed his mouth, you grabbed the sides of his face and kissed him. It was weird. I mean, youâd imagined it, but you never expected it to happen.
When you pulled away, his cheeks were red and he had a sappy smile on his face. âSo . . . Can I take you out on a date after this then?â You snorted, âwell I hope so. I want to be treated, Mr. Norris.â
#emma writes#wcters 1k celebration#x reader#x fem!reader#imagine#lando norris#lando norris x you#lando norris x y/n#lando norris x reader#ln4#ln4 x reader#lando norris imagine#f1#f1 x y/n#f1 x you#f1 x reader#f1 imagine#formula one#formula one x y/n#formula one x you#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#formula 1#formula 1 x y/n#formula 1 x you#formula 1 x reader#formula 1 imagine
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back to you - pt. 1
Matt Sturniolo x Fem!Reader
″ angst, angst, more angst, crying, breakup
″ you and matt break up after you leave for college but when summer break comes around you both canât seem to shake the feeling of one another away.
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The room felt colder that day, despite the California sun pouring through the windows. Y/N sat cross-legged on Mattâs couch, her heart racing as she tried to make sense of the words coming out of his mouth.
âI donât want to do this,â he finally said, his voice low but trembling.
âThen donât.â Your voice cracked, and you hated how desperate you sounded. âMatt, we can figure it out. Long distance isnât the end of the world.â
âI just think⊠with you going to New York and me staying here with Nick and Chris, itâs going to be hard,â Matt said, his hands twisting nervously in his lap. He wasnât looking at you, his gaze fixed somewhere near the carpet.
âHard?â she repeated, her voice catching, eyes stinging with tears. âMatt, weâve been together for two years. Weâve been through everything together. Why canât we at least try?â
He finally looked at you, his blue eyes clouded with something that looked a lot like pain. âY/N, Iâve thought about this a lot. I donât want to hold you back while youâre starting this new chapter. And I donât think I can handle being so far away, not knowing ifâif weâre still the same.â
He paused for a second leaving the room with enough silence to hear a pin drop. âYouâll be out there meeting new people, having new experiences. And Iâll be here, stuck in the same routine. Itâs not fair to either of us.â he continued.Â
âItâs not fair?â you repeated, your voice breaking. âWhatâs not fair is you deciding this without me. Whatâs not fair is you giving up on us before weâve even tried.â
His shoulders slumped, and for a moment, you thought he might take it back. That heâd tell you he was being stupid, that youâd find a way to make it work. But instead, he shook his head, his face etched with pain.
Your chest tightened, the weight of his words sinking in. âSo thatâs it? Youâre just giving up on us?â
âIâm not giving up,â he insisted, his voice breaking. âIâm letting you go because I love you too much to keep you tied down.â
You stood up abruptly, grabbing your bag and slinging it over your shoulder. Your hands were trembling, eyes blurred with tears, but you didnât want him to see how much heâd broken you.
âI never felt tied down, Matt,â you said quietly, her voice trembling. âI felt like I was exactly where I was supposed to beâwith you.â
And then you walked out, leaving behind the only person who had ever made you feel completely whole.
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The months that followed were nothing short of excruciating.
New York was everything you had hoped it would beâbustling, exciting, alive, a blur of classes, new friendsâŠand trying desperately to move on. No matter how many new friends you made or how many late-night adventures you went on, there was a constant ache in your chest that refused to go away.
You threw yourself into school, keeping yourself so busy that you barely had time to breathe, let alone think about Matt. But he always found his way into your thoughts. Youâd hear a song he loved, or pass by someone wearing a hoodie like the one he used to wear, and suddenly it felt like you were back in his room, begging him to choose you.
Youâd see his face in your memoriesâthe way his nose scrunched when he laughed, the way he used to brush a stray strand of hair from your face, the way heâd whisper âI love youâ like it was the most natural thing in the world.
It wasnât fair. You hated how he still had this hold on you, even after heâd been the one to end things.
Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, Matt was unraveling.
At first, he convinced himself heâd done the right thing. He told himself that breaking up with you was selfless, that he was giving you the freedom to thrive without any ties holding you back. He was still filming videos with Nick and Chris, smiling for the camera, cracking jokes like nothing was wrong.
But as the weeks turned into months, that resolve began to crack.
Heâd lie awake at night, staring at the ceiling, replaying the moment he let you go. Heâd watch old videos on his phone of the two of you laughing together, and it felt like a punch to the gut every time.
Nick and Chris noticed, of course. They werenât blind to the way Matt had become quieter, more withdrawn. But every time they tried to bring it up, he brushed them off, burying himself in their work.
Still, he couldnât stop himself from reaching for his phone late at night, your contact saved under âMy Favorite Person.â His fingers would hover over the keyboard, crafting and deleting messages heâd never have the courage to send.
-Â
By the time summer rolled around, youâd convinced yourself you were over him. Or at least, you told yourself that enough times to believe it.
ââOne of your friends, Emma, had decided to throw a party for everyone to reconnect after their first year of college.
âItâll be fun,â Emma had said. âI promise!â
You werenât so sure about that, but you went anyway, hoping the night would distract you from the lingering ache in her chest.
âEveryoneâs going to be there,â Emma had said, grinning as she handed you the invitation. âItâll be like old times.â
âSure,â you had replied with a forced smile, pushing down the nagging thought that âeveryoneâ might include the one person you werenât ready to see.
When you arrived at the party, the air was filled with the familiar buzz of laughter and music. You slipped easily into conversations, catching up with friends you hadnât seen in months.
You were in the middle of a story, a drink in your hand, when a voice you hadnât heard in far too long made your heart stop.
âY/N?â
You turned slowly, your breath catching as your eyes met Mattâs.
He looked⊠different. His hair was a little longer, his face a little sharper, but his eyes were still the same piercing blue that had haunted your dreams.
âOh, hi,â you said, your voice carefully neutral. âDidnât expect to see you here.â
He shifted on his feet, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. âYeah, Nick dragged me along. I didnât know youâd be back.â
âJust for the summer,â you replied, your chest tight.
An awkward silence stretched between you, and for a moment, it felt like you were strangers. But the way he looked at you, like you were the only person in the room, made your heart ache in a way you werenât prepared for.
âWell,â you said finally, âit was nice seeing you.â
âYou too,â he murmured, his gaze lingering on you as you turned back to your group.
But the night was far from over.
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You couldnât stop noticing him.
Every time you glanced across the room, Matt was thereâleaning against a wall, talking to Nick, or laughing with someone you didnât recognize. And every time, you felt his eyes on you, as if he was just as unable to look away.
You tried to ignore it, focusing on your friends and the easy rhythm of their conversation. But it was impossible not to feel the pull, the magnetic force that had always drawn you to him.
Matt was losing his mind.
Seeing you again was like a shot of adrenaline to his system, every memory heâd tried to bury rushing back with brutal clarity. He wanted to talk to you, to explain, to apologize. But every time he tried to muster the courage, the words got stuck in his throat.
Finally, as the night began to wind down, he couldnât take it anymore.
You were standing alone on the back porch, the soft glow of string lights casting a halo around you. He stepped outside, his heart pounding as he closed the distance between you.
âY/N,â he said, his voice soft but urgent.
You turned to face him, your expression guarded. âMatt.â
âCan we talk?â he asked, his eyes searching yours.
You hesitated, your emotions swirling in a storm of hope, fear, and anger. But something in his gaze made you nod.
âYeah,â you said quietly. âLetâs talk.â
And with that, he led you away from the noise and the crowd, the weight of everything unsaid hanging heavy between you.
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ok now this one got me excitedddd
â margot
#chris sturniolo#christopher sturniolo#matt sturniolo#sturniolo#sturniolo fanfic#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo x reader
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My first and probably only contribute to the Mouthwashing community. As the old wise sage once said "if you can't draw humans, pony-fie them". I'm sorry.
Consider this as a late Halloween drop đ
EXTRA: My sib pointed out that a Pony AU of Mouthwashing would imply Polle the Mascot to be... human?? HUMAN EXPRESS??
The sketch scared me so much I decided to not draw it digitally :)
#mouthwashing#mouthwashing spoilers#mouthwashing game#mouthwashing anya#mouthwashing curly#mouthwashing jimmy#mouthwashing daisuke#mouthwashing swansea#mouthwashing au#sort of#mouthwashing mlp#mlp au#ponyfied#pony au#mouthwashing polle#mouthwashing meme#silly#child of sardior#my art#horror#colors were hard to choose#and I suck at coloring so they ended up being a bit random#maybe I will fix them in the future#same thing for the pony races#I just went with the first race the heart told me#can see Jimmy as a earth pony but honestly he is only a shit#Anya gives me the unicorns vibe#Curly I think would be cool to see as a pegasus since he's a captain and should watch over all his crew#and he's going to lost his wings too after the crash#Swansea gives me the earth pony vibes but the good ones
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Seeing kny men shirtless for the first time
Pairings: Rengoku x fem!reader; Gyomei x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader (bonus: all hashira men x fem!reader)
Word Count: 3,2k
Warnings: this might be a little shitty so be nice pls, this is actually the first time I ever wrote for Gyomei so please please please let me know what you think! not 100% proofread đ„čđ€
Rengoku Kyojuro
âHave you seen Rengoku-san? Thereâs something I want to ask him about our upcoming mission.â
Tengen tilts his head to the side ever so slightly, lips unable to keep that dirty grin off his face. Yeah, surely youâre asking for a mission and not because youâre having a crush on the flame hashira since joining the pillars.
âHe went outside in the gardens to view the blooming rosesâ, he lies oh so innocently.
A bright smile creeps up your face, heart already skipping a beat in excitement. If you were only brave enough to finally ask Kyojuro out, how easier your life would be if youâd just keep your distance to him. But the prospect of seeing him alone is enough for your mind to go blank. Hopefully, the others donât notice.
âThank you so much, Tengenâ, you blurt out with a hasty bow before yanking out of the room.
âDidnât he say he wanted to change since he sweated so much during training?â, Shinobu thinks out loud.
âYeah, thatâs going to be a lot of funâ, Tengen replies with a smirk plastered onto his face.
Your mind races back and forth as you make your way to the gardens. What will you even ask him? Maybe what he has planned, if he already knows something? What if you mess up? This is actually the first time you and Kyojuro got assigned a mission together. You have to make a good impression or otherwise, he wonât take you with him again.
âRengoku-san, I donât mean to disturb you, but I have a few questions regarding the ne-â
Your breath gets stuck in your throat immediately, feet coming to a rapid stand.
There he is, the flame hashira.
Shirtless, his upper body soaking wet while he empties a bucket of water over his head.
âOh, (y/n)! I didnât expect you here!â, he announces with his eyes widened.
You canât even blink, mind going dull. You always secretly imagined what Kyojuro might look like underneath that uniform, if his muscles look as buff as they feel underneath your touch while training.
And they do.
Oh god, they definitely do.
âI-IâŠTengen told me thatâŠYouâre here to seeâŠthe rosesâ, you blurt out, still unable to look away.
âIndeed! But before that, I really needed to change my uniform since I sweated a lot during training.â
âYeah, I can see thatâ, you mumble.
â(y/n), are you not feeling well? You look quite red from afar. Allow me to check on you.â
When he suddenly starts walking towards you with his chest muscles tensing with each and every step, you feel like fainting. Of course you never doubted that this man looks good underneath that uniform, but this?
âYour cheeks are really hotâ, he comments while running his wet hand up and down your cheek.
âIâŠIâŠâ
Your mind is a mess, not a single thought is making sense right now. Are you dreaming? Is that really Rengoku Kyojuro standing in front of you with his abs glittering in the heat of the sun, so close that youâd be able to touch him.
âMaybe you should go and see Shinobu-â
âIâm flustered!â, you finally cry out like an idiot.
Only to regret your words immediately.
His hand stops right in its tracks, the piercing presence of his orbs forcing you to look up at him.
âWhy would you be flustered, (y/n)?â, he questions innocently.
May the ground swallow you whole in hope youâll never return. God, why does this have to be so embarrassing? Youâll definitely have a word with Tengen when this is over.
âBecause IâŠI have a crush on you, Kyojuro.â
The words you never dared to say out loud, that lingered through your mind each and every time you saw him. Like a rock, they fall off your chest while a wave of pure panic starts rushing over you.
You just confessed your feelings to him.
Him, Rengoku Kyojuro.
âI think I need to go nowâ, you blurt out, already starting to turn away when Kyojuro grabs your wrist gently.
âPlease donât go, (y/n). Actually, I feel the same way about you.â
He sweeps you around so rapidly that you are forced against something as hard as a wall. Did he accidentally throw you against a wall, the nearby tree?
The second you open your eyes again, you stare at his bare chest, only millimetres away from your face.
That wasnât a wall.
âI had an eye on you since the first time I saw you. You are justâŠso amazing!â, he confesses with a passion that is even unusual for him.
âKyojuro, IâŠâ
Your bare face touched his naked chest.
âIâŠâ
And donât get started on his sight, his broad chest, the muscles that flex when he grabs your shoulders passionately.
âIâŠI canâtâŠâ
âWhatâs wrong, (y/n)? A cat got your tongue?â, Tengen jeers from behind.
All your senses seem to come back to you in the split of a second when a wave of anger washes over you.
âYou littleâŠWhy did you do that!?â, you cry out while storming towards the much taller man.
âBecause your face looks very flashy when itâs this red.â Â
 Gyomei Himejima
To say that you are exhausted would be the understatement of a century. Being out in the scorching sun all day really took its toll on your already bruised body.
Not to mention the training methods of none other than the stone hashira himself.
Gyomei is not a stranger to you. Youâve known each other for quite some time by now, joining the demon slayer corps almost simultaneously. And that force of a man never failed to impress you.
You wrench your sweat-soaked clothes in the river while staring at your own reflection. Why are you even here, though? You might not be a hashira yet, but you trained with Gyomei countless times before. Over and over, you shoved rocks around and almost drowning in that exact river. At this point, the basic training of the corps members isnât even enough for you to break a sweat. You find yourself shoving that rock 10 cho by now while carrying tree trunks on your back.
You furrow your eyebrows. Now that you think of it, you didnât even catch a glimpse at Gyomei himself since being here. Apparently, the hashira training does keep him busy.
That sting of agony that pierces through your heart canât be stopped, though. Over the span of those last years, you got to know the stone hashira better. Despite his tall and threatening appearance, he is the softest man youâve ever known. So kind that he brought tears to your eyes more than once, so considerate that itâs hard to believe that this man lives alone.
It was inescapable for you to fall from him head over heels. And now you find yourself longing for his presence even though you know all too well that he is busy training the corps members.
âI didnât expect to greet you here at this late hour.â
You almost trip over head-first into the water, caught by a strong hand last-minute before you take another dive into the river.
âIâm beyond sorry for scaring you like this, (y/n)â, an all too familiar voice continues while pushing you back on your feet.
Normally, the first thing you see is his demon slayer uniform and cloak draped around him in a somehow elegant way.
But not today.
You swallow hard, widened eyes blankly staring at his naked chest. This man standing in front of youâŠGyomei wears nothing but his uniform pants.
âIâŠuhâŠdonât w-worryâ, you stutter like an idiot, his arms still holding you in place gently.
âDid I interrupt you? I didnât know that you were taking a bath.â
His soft voice paired with that sight in front of you. Youâve never seen him shirtless, never witnessed the way his veins pop out of his arms and how well formed he is underneath that uniform. It would be so easy to allow your fingertips a taste and let yourself discover his muscles even better, to just stretch out your hand and-
âDoes it bother you that I am shirtless? I came here to take a bath myself.â
âBother?â, you press out.
âIâŠIâm not bothered at all!â
âI guess Iâm just a littleâŠflusteredâŠâ
âFlustered?â, he repeats in confusion.
âIf I make you feel uncomfortable, Iâll cover myself of course. I just noticed you were here and we havenât seen each other for a long time by now.â
âI missed youâ, he adds, forcing your world upside down for a minute.
Since youâve got to know him, there was never more than friendly words between Gyomei and you. Not more than a shoulder rub, not more than motivating words from time to time. You never allowed yourself to compliment him or talk about anything apart from missions.
Until now. Until Gyomei confessed out of nowhere that he missed you.
While being shirtless
âIâŠmissed you tooâ, you finally give in.
You allow your eyes a little glimpse at him. Just a little taste of his broad shoulders and how his veins stand out. Just a little something of his rock-hard abs, his enormous upper body that is usually covered by his uniform. Just one look at-
âI thought about you all the time, to be exactâ, you breathe out before you even realize what youâre talking about.
âIâm feeling the same way, (y/n). Let me assure you that my heart beats just as fast as yours at the moment.â
Gently, he cups your hand with his and presses your palm against his bare chest, straight against his racing heart that pulsates against your skin.
Oh god. You feel like fainting any given minute, your very own heart pounding so hard that you might get a heart attack.
âNow, allow me to put on my uniform again so that we can have a proper-â
âWait!â, you blurt out.
âLetâs just stay like this for uhâŠa little longerâŠâ
Sanemi Shinazugawa
Itâs hard to keep your palms from sweating when you know exactly where youâre going. To him, the wind hashira. The man who swept you off your feet without even trying, the man you havenât seen in such a long time by now.
While Sanemi always kept himself busy with missions, you were assigned to a mission far away from home. It took you over a month to finally find the demon who was responsible for this mess. And eventually, Sanemi just stopped writing you letters or replying to your messages. Even though you were so sure that he might feel the same way about you, he proved you wrong.
In the most painful way.
âI canât go any further, thatâs exactly where he isâ, you complain while following your crow around.
You know this path uncomfortably well, the way it leads you next to a river, through a field of strawberries. Straight into the wind hashira estate.
âDirect orders from Kagaya-sama! You need to undergo the hashira training!â
âI just returned from an exhausting mission, did you tell him that?â, you bark back only to get attacked by your stinky crow.
âSo cheeky! Watch how you talk to me!â, it cries out, literally dragging you along with it while its beak bursts the skin of your cheek.
Your heart almost stops beating, pounding rougher and rougher against your ribcage with every step you take towards the wind hashira estate.
What if the man you still love rejects you? What if he breaks your heart in front of everyone else, if he speaks out those words you imagined when you waited another day for his reply?
You want to escape, want to get as far away from here as possible. But your unforgiving crow drags you with it until you find yourself at the front doors of his estate.
âGet yourself together, dumbass! Go inside and talk to him! GO!â
With one last bite it finally leaves you alone, right at the opened front door.
Thereâs nothing youâd like more than vanishing from this earth, to get swallowed whole. Why on earth does it have to be him first? Why arenât you allowed to train with Tengen, Giyu, basically everyone else? Your heart races so hard inside your ribcage that it takes your breath away, eyes staring into the dark estate.
Is he even home?
You allow yourself to take a few steps into the building, to look around. No cries, no voices? Maybe he isnât even home. Are they training somewhere else, in the nearby woods, maybe?
âFuck!â
His voice almost sends you over the edge, forces your eyes to dart around in sheer horror. That was Sanemi, without any doubt. But is he alone?
What if heâs not?
What if heâs with a girl?
You swallow hard, the ugliest thoughts taking over your head when you hear water splashing from a room nearby.
You canât help it. As quiet as possible, you make your way towards the room the sounds originate from, ready to find literally everything. What if thatâs the reason he didnât write you back? What if he fell in love with another woman and simply forgot about you?
Your eyes peek through the ever so slightly opened door.
And your jaw drops to the floor in an instant.
There he stands, nothing but a towel covering his private parts while droplets of water run down his naked back. Sanemi just washed himself.
But ohâŠ
You can feel your mouth watering just by looking at the scars that cover his back, how delicious the water than runs down his neck seems. Â Youâre only a few steps away from that force of a man, only a few steps in order to touch him. You always wondered what his skin feels like, if his outside is as rough as his inside. And what does he smell like straight out of the shower? Does he still smell like himself? And what about his abs-
All air drains from your compressed lungs as you suddenly find yourself pinned against the wall straight in Sanemiâs bathroom.
âWhy the hell are you spying on me like some little freak?â, he hisses through gritted teeth.
âIâŠwasnât spyingâ, you press out, his distressed orbs meeting yours.
Fuck, youâre screwed.
âOh yeah? Why were you standing outside my bathroom then? I didnât even know you were back!â
âBecause you never fucking askedâ, you finally bark back.
He draws even closer, lingers over you like an unpromising shadow with his naked upper body still dripping. No, you have to concentrate on the fact that youâre mad as hell right now, thereâs no room for inspecting his upper body.
But his abs definitely look as good as they feel.
âYou were out on a mission, how the hell was I supposed to ask? I thought youâd just let me know when youâre backâ, he bites back.
âOh, could have tried answering my damn messages, maybe? Did you ever think about that!?â
âMe answering your messages? You never replied to me!â
You furrow your eyebrows.
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â
âWhat Iâm talking about? I sent you countless messages and you never answered. I even asked Kagaya-sama if you died or something! IâŠI was so fucking worriedâŠâ
His heavy breath mixes with yours, caresses your oversensitive skin.
âBut SanemiâŠI did the sameâ, you finally mutter.
Sanemiâs chest rises and falls rapidly, a few water drops escaping the force of his skin. His oh so glowy skin. Of course you knew that this man would look good shirtless. But this? How are you supposed to stay focused when his skin turns pink ever so slightly, when his muscular chest moves like that?
âCan you stop staring at my abs and focus on me for one minute?â, he barks while flicking in front of your way too focused eyes.
You feel your cheeks heat up in an instant, glossy eyes staring at him like a caught deer. If thereâs one thing thatâs worse than checking Sanemi out, itâs definitely getting caught.
âSorry, I have to goâ, you mumble while pulling yourself away from him.
Only to find yourself wrapped in his naked arms even tighter.
âYouâre not going anywhere. I just asked you somethingâ, he warns you.
âLet go of me!â
âDid youâŠmiss me?â
Your arms stop right in their tracks, widened eyes staring at his flustered face in sheer disbelief. There he stands, Sanemi Shinazugawa, straight out of the shower while asking you if you missed him?
âYeah, alwaysâ, you reply out of instinct.
âGood. Because same.â
He doesnât even give you the chance to second-guess your answer. In the split of a second, you get devoured by his muscular arms, your very own kimono soaking wet in an instant.
Are you dreaming?
âWait, what?â, you breathe out.
âAnd you totally checked me outâ, he adds proudly.
âI didnât check you out-â
âOh yeah?â
He lets go of you just enough for you to catch a glimpse of his delicious upper body again.
âMaybe a little bitâŠâ
-Bonus-
You huff out in exhaustion. What the actual fuck were you thinking when you agreed on training with all hashira? Well, apparently not that youâd literally vomit all over yourself after getting hit without any mercy by all of them.
âThat little fucker Shinazugawaâ, you curse under your breath while stomping towards the wind hashira estate.
âIâll kick your puny ass next time.â
Your feet drag you back to them with last strength. Rengoku, Tengen, Obanai, Shinazugawa, TomiokaâŠwhy on earth are all of them so damn strong? Super unfair.
âHave you seen how I beat the shit out of her?â, you hear Sanemi jeer from afar as well as the constant mumbling of the others.
âIt wasnât necessary to hit her this hardâ, Giyu comments.
âHell yes it was. Now that brat knows what sheâs dealing with!â
All you see is red. Even though your body begs you to stop, you storm towards their voices.
âListen up, you little shit-â
Your breath gets stuck in your throat, eyes darting around without a real aim.
There they stand. Shirtless. Every single one of them.
Oh.
âDonât worry, itâs not your fault that youâre a loser-â
Just this once, youâre actually able to ignore Sanemiâs shitty words. That toned abs Rengoku has, Tengenâs veiny arms, Obanaiâs athletic build, the scars that compliment Sanemiâs muscles so well-
Why is it suddenly so hot?
âAre you okay, (y/n)?â, Giyu questions while rubbing the back of his head with a towel.
How is it possible that he looks this good underneath that loose uniform? You always expected Giyu to be rather athletic that muscular given his fast movements. But that mountain of a biceps definitely doesnât lie.
âIâŠâ
Not a single logical thought is left in your blank mind, eyes roaming back and forth between them.
âI need to go.â
In the matter of seconds, you disappear inside the wind hashira estate without a trace.
âIs (y/n) alright? She looked rather paleâ, Rengoku thinks out loud, still staring at where you last stood.
âShe was definitely checking me outâ, Tengen announces proudly.
âYou? Bet she was looking at meâ, Sanemi jeers at the tall man.
âHow are they so hot?â, you mumble to yourself while inspecting them through the window.
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EL COQUETO | FC43
an: welcome back as we write about my n.1 pookie, i've got some more works planned for him BUT i've just gotten to france so imma be very busy rip, based off of this request
summary: when franco catches feelings for a journalist who is persuaded he doesn't really want her.
wc: 7.6k
The paddock was alive with energy, buzzing with the hum of engines and the chatter of the press as they swarmed around the new driver. She watched him move through the crowd with ease, a slight swagger in his step and a dazzling smile that had already made him the focus of every camera. He was the story of the weekend: Franco Colapinto, the unexpected mid-season replacement, here to shake up the grid with his flashy driving styleâand, evidently, his unapologetic charm.
He caught sight of her, raised an eyebrow in recognition, and made a beeline toward her with the confidence of someone who knew heâd be welcome, even if he hadnât been invited.
âHola,â he greeted, his voice carrying a thick, rolling Spanish accent that seemed to coat every word in warmth. âYou must be my next question of the day. They warned me about the best journalist hereâof course, I was told to behave.â
She gave him a practised smile, cool but polite. âFranco, welcome to the team. How are you feeling about joining mid-season?â
His eyes sparkled, unfazed by the businesslike tone. âHow am I feeling?â He leaned in just slightly, as though sharing a secret. âWell, right now, very lucky. They said Iâd get tough questions, but they didnât say the interviewer would be⊠distracting.â
She fought the urge to look away, just barely managing to keep her composure. âSo you feel ready for the pressure, then?â she asked, refocusing, though the tiniest hint of a blush warmed her cheeks.
âFor the track? Yes, I am prepared to race anyone.â He paused, letting his gaze linger on her a beat too long. âFor the interviews? That remains to be seen. Perhaps you can teach me how to handle that part, sĂ?â
She could sense her colleagues nearby, some watching with open amusement as they caught his flirtatious energy. Franco was as smooth as they came, that much was certain. But she wouldnât be the one to crack first.
âIâm sure youâll learn quickly,â she said, tilting her head, her voice steady, though her heart raced. âNow, back to the race. What are your goals for this weekend?â
His grin broadened, but he played along. âGoals for the weekend,â he echoed thoughtfully, shifting back into the question. âWin a few hearts, break a few recordsâno particular order.â He winked, and she felt a laugh bubble up before she stifled it, opting instead for a brisk nod.
âRight. Well, I hope youâre ready for the competition,â she managed.
He shrugged, eyes glinting with mischief. âWith you here, quĂ© competencia?â
She gave him a pointed look, resisting the smile tugging at her lips. âYou know, charm doesnât score you points on the track.â
âAh, no?â He tilted his head, feigning surprise. âThen I suppose Iâll have to win the hard way.â
Just then, a flash of cameras went off around them, the media eating up every angle of Francoâs arrival. He seemed entirely unfazed, even performing slightly for the flashes. The crowd around them surged with questions about his plans, about what his first practice would look like, about his last season in Formula 2. But Francoâs attention was still locked on her, and he hadnât missed a beat.
âSo,â he said, with that soft smile of his, âdo you think Iâll be able to charm Formula One, or will they be immune to my Argentian ways?â
She gave him a dry smile. âYou might have your work cut out for you. Itâs not a stroll through Argentina, after all.â
He laughed at that, clearly enjoying her wit. âYouâre tough,â he said, a touch of admiration sneaking into his voice. âI can see why youâre the best.â
She raised an eyebrow. âFlattery wonât distract me from the questions, Franco.â
âNo? Not even if I try very, very hard?â he asked, drawing out the words with a grin. It was ridiculous, reallyâthe way he leaned into every word, the way he seemed to shine in the spotlight. But there was something endearing about it too, something that felt⊠unexpectedly genuine.
âNot even then,â she replied, her tone light but steady. âLetâs talk strategy. Whatâs your focus for your first race?â
He sighed, shifting slightly but keeping that glint in his eye. âFine, Iâll behave,â he said with a sigh, straightening up to answer. âMy focus is simple: get the car under me, push it to its limits, and aim for a strong finish. Maybe even a few surprise overtakes. Iâve been itching to get back on the track.â
It was the most serious answer heâd given yet, and she noted the shift in his voiceâa hint of intensity breaking through the smooth, easy charm.
âAnd your teammate?â she pressed, sensing sheâd found the thread to pull him out of his flirtatious veneer. âAre you prepared for the rivalry?â
Francoâs expression turned thoughtful for a moment, a flicker of something sharper in his eyes. âMy teammateâŠâ He paused, glancing away briefly before meeting her gaze again. âHeâs Williamâs best. Iâll learn from him, give him the respect he deserves. But I didnât come here to play second.â
She watched as someone next to her scribbled down his answer, though her mind wandered slightly, wondering at the complexity beneath his charm.
âGood to hear,â she said, offering a small nod. âWeâll all be watching to see if you live up to that confidence.â
âI live up to my promises,â he replied smoothly. Then he leaned in one last time, lowering his voice just for her. âOne of them being to get at least one smile from you by the end of the weekend. Iâll start with that goal.â
Before she could reply, he gave a casual wave to the crowd, moving on to the next journalist as though he hadnât just made her heart skip a beat with his easy, disarming confidence. She watched him go, flustered despite herself.
One thing was certain: Franco Colapinto was going to be a story.
When the time came, the race had barely begun, but her eyes were already glued to the screen, following the sleek white-and-blue car with Francoâs number emblazoned on the front. Despite her best efforts to stay neutral, to approach this like any other weekend, there was something magnetic about watching him. Franco Colapinto, the audacious rookie, whoâd barely spent a week with the team and had taken to the grid without a single day of training in an F1 car.
From the start, it was clear he was playing it differently. He didnât charge forward recklessly like other rookies might have, eager to prove themselves. Instead, Franco took a few cautious laps, feeling out the car, testing its responses. She noticed how his style evolved lap by lap, each one more aggressive, his moves sharper. He was adapting, learning the car right there in the thick of the race.
As the race progressed, he began to gain ground. Corner after corner, he squeezed every ounce of performance from his machine, edging closer to the pack with each lap. By mid-race, he was overtaking the backmarkers, slipping past seasoned drivers who had years on him, and the commentators were buzzing.
She caught herself smiling, feeling a strange, almost foolish pride as she watched. The memory of his easy, arrogant grin flashed in her mind, his voice low and teasing: âDo you think Iâll charm Formula One?â Sheâd laughed it off, but he had something special, didnât he? That hunger for the track, the sheer nerve to go head-to-head with anyone in his way.
Then, as if her thoughts had summoned trouble, the camera cut to his carâa close-up on his visor as he fought for P12. Her heart caught as he made a daring move, threading his car through a razor-thin gap into the next turn. It was reckless, and yet somehowâsomehowâhe made it stick.
âP12!â The radio crackled through his team radio, their voice as surprised as she felt. For a rookie with zero F1 experience, it was practically a victory.
She exhaled, releasing a breath she hadnât realised sheâd been holding. The chequered flag fell, and Francoâs car slowed down, his voice breaking through the team radio with a triumphant laugh, half-sighing, half-cheering in disbelief at his own result.
When she saw him back in the paddock, she managed to slip past the swarm of journalists waiting to pounce, positioning herself where heâd inevitably cross her path. She didnât want to admit how much she wanted to hear his version of the race firsthand, to see if the adrenaline still sparkled in his eyes the way it had behind the visor.
When he finally caught sight of her, his face lit up. âAh, my toughest questioner returns,â he said, the grin wide as he raked a hand through his hair, still tousled from the helmet. âSo? Impressed?â
She raised an eyebrow, trying to keep her expression composed. âNot bad for a first race,â she said, voice calm but betraying the slightest hint of a smile. âThough I have to say, you took some pretty risky moves out there.â
Franco laughed, that low, familiar chuckle that could disarm anyone. âYou sound like my engineer. But I had to make it interesting, didnât I?â His gaze softened slightly, the playfulness ebbing for a moment. âI did better than you expected, maybe?â
âMaybe,â she admitted, leaning in just a bit. âI wouldnât let it go to your head, though.â
He feigned a wince. âAh, so Iâll have to work harder to impress you, then.â
With that, she couldnât hold back the smile any longer. âPerhaps,â she said, voice softer. âBut youâve made a start.â
She followed the rest of the press corps into the media pen, her notebook in hand, watching as Franco slipped into his role with practised ease. The other drivers, still catching their breath, answered questions in measured tones, clearly exhausted. But Franco was⊠well, Franco. He leaned back against the barrier, relaxed, a half-smile playing on his lips as he answered questions, some about his lack of training, others about his shockingly high finish.
She hung back at first, observing him as he effortlessly charmed each journalist in turn, flashing that disarming grin and making even the toughest questions seem like casual conversation. But when his eyes caught hers across the small crowd, he subtly waved her forward, his grin widening.
âAh, finally,â he said, his tone playful as she approached. âI was starting to think you were hiding from me.â The other journalists shot her curious glances, some smirking at Francoâs obvious interest.
She managed to keep her expression neutral, clearing her throat and lifting her voice to a professional tone. âFranco, congratulations on P12. Quite a debut.â
âGracias, cariño,â he replied, eyes sparkling. âFor a moment, I thought you didnât think I could do it.â
âWell, you didnât exactly take the most traditional route,â she shot back, raising an eyebrow. âYou had us all on the edge of our seats with those overtakes.â
He leaned in a little, lowering his voice to just above a murmur, his gaze fixed on hers. âI thought about what you said. âCharm doesnât score points.â So I had to give you something else to smile about.â
She could feel her cheeks warm under his steady gaze, and she fought to keep her expression cool. âDonât flatter yourself, Franco. Iâm just here to report the facts.â
âHmm,â he said, tapping his chin thoughtfully, though a playful smirk tugged at his lips. âWell, the fact is, I went from P20 to P12 on my first day. But somehow, I think I still havenât impressed the person who matters most.â
âThe person whoâ?â She trailed off, exasperated. âFranco, you were the story today.â
âWas I?â he asked, the innocent tone entirely ruined by the mischief in his eyes. âBecause if Iâm the story, youâre the reason itâs a good one.â
Before she could protest, he glanced over her shoulder at the next journalist, nodding politely. Then, in a flash, he was back to her, clearly undeterred. âWhen can we continue our interview?â
She forced herself to keep her composure. âI think youâve given me more than enough material for one day.â
âA pity.â He shook his head, though his grin was unmistakable. âThen maybe next time, youâll be a little more impressed.â
She watched him walk away, shoulders loose and steps casual as he moved from one group of reporters to the next, answering their questions with the same easy confidence heâd shown with her. She could still feel the heat of his gaze, the lingering effect of his words making her pulse quicken.
âWow.â The journalist next to her, a seasoned reporter with a wry smile, gave her a knowing look. âYou okay there? He has that effect, doesnât he?â
She blinked, quickly snapping out of her daze, feeling a flush of embarrassment creep up her neck. âIâyeah, I donât know whatâs going on,â she muttered, shaking her head, trying to compose herself. But she could still hear his words ringing in her ears, his playful teasing, the warmth in his gaze. âThe person who matters most.â
âOh, I think I do.â The other journalist smirked, nodding in Francoâs direction as he laughed and clapped a fellow driver on the shoulder. âIt seems Franco over here has a slight crush.â
She scoffed, though it came out more flustered than sheâd intended. âFranco has a crush on every woman he talks to. Itâs his⊠thing since he got here.â
The journalist raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. âMaybe so, but Iâve watched him all day and that was different.â
Her colleagueâs words only made her cheeks grow warmer. Was it that obvious? She was used to managing tough interviews, unflappable under pressure, and here she was, thrown off by a driver who hadnât even been in Formula 1 for a full week. But somehow, Francoâs charm wasnât just some casual game to him; it felt more⊠intense. And heâd directed every bit of that intensity straight at her.
The journalist chuckled. âDonât overthink it. Enjoy the attentionâitâs not every day a rookie looks at you like youâre the finish line.â
She glanced away, her lips twitching into a reluctant smile. She didnât want to admit it, not to her colleague, and definitely not to herself, but there was something in the way heâd looked at her, like she was more than just another journalist, more than just one of the many people crowding his spotlight.
âWell, letâs hope he stays focused on the real finish line,â she replied, aiming for a casual tone that didnât quite land. But she couldnât deny itâFranco Colapinto was becoming more than just the story of the weekend. He was starting to feel like her story, too.
Later that evening, she sat in her hotel room, trying to unwind from the chaos of race day. The lights of the city glimmered outside her window, but her mind was still caught on Francoâhis effortless charm, that maddening smirk, the way heâd singled her out, even with half the media pen watching. It was absurd, really. Sheâd covered far bigger stories, spoken with veteran champions, and yet one rookie had managed to leave her feeling more flustered than sheâd care to admit.
With a sigh, she scrolled through her phone, halfheartedly catching up on messages, until a notification popped up that made her heart skip.
Francolpainto has sent you a message.
She hesitated, a mix of curiosity and nerves swirling in her stomach as she opened it. The message was simple, casualâlike he hadnât already spent the whole day keeping her off balance.
Franco: Hola! Are you at the hotel?
Before she could talk herself out of it, she typed a quick reply.
Her: Yes, I am.
The response came almost immediately.
Franco: Perfect! Iâm downstairs in the lounge. Come have dinner with me?
She stared at the screen, her mind racing. It was temptingâsheâd be lying to herself if she said it wasnât. But she knew his type all too well, didnât she? The charming new driver who flirted with every journalist, every fan, anyone who would listen. She could already imagine him saying the exact same things to another reporter tomorrow.
No, she couldnât let herself get pulled in. Not by someone who was probably just looking for a bit of attention.
Her: Thanks, but I think Iâll pass. Long day.
She set the phone down, hoping that would be the end of it, but a new message came through almost instantly.
Franco: Too bad. I was hoping Iâd finally get a smile out of you without a hundred cameras around.
She rolled her eyes, though she couldnât deny the small flutter his words sent through her. He was persistent, that was for sure.
Her: Youâre very determined, Franco. But I have to askâdo you make this invitation to all the journalists?
A pause, just a few seconds longer than his usual quick responses. Then, his reply appeared, simple and direct.
Franco: No, just the one who keeps me on my toes.
Her: Pity, this one isnât intrested.
She set her phone down after typing that, ignoring the little thrill that shot through her when he messaged her again almost immediately. Francoâs charm was undeniably effective, but she wasnât about to let herself become just another name on his roster of admirers. Heâd have to do a lot more than offer a casual dinner invite if he wanted her attention.
Franco: Really? Youâre going to turn me down just like that?
She smirked at the screen. Of course he wasnât used to hearing âno.â
Her: Really. Iâve seen you in action today, Franco. Iâm sure youâll find someone else to keep you company.
A longer pause this time, as if her words had taken him off-guard. When he replied, his tone was more thoughtful.
Franco: Thatâs not what I meant. Today was⊠different. I donât want to go to dinner with just anyone. I want to go with you.
Her heart skipped a beat, but she forced herself to stay firm. She typed a quick reply, keeping it casual.
Her: Nice try. But Iâve seen the way you charm everyone you talk to. Youâre going to have to try a lot harder if you want me to believe that.
A few minutes passed, and she wondered if maybe heâd let it go. But just as she was about to put her phone down, another message appeared.
Franco: Okay. Fair enough. How about this: tomorrow, after practice, let me show you what a real date looks like. No crowds, no cameras. Just you and me.
She hesitated, feeling the pull of curiosity mingled with doubt. She knew he could be as persistent as he was charming, and there was something intriguing about his willingness to push past her refusal.
Her: Why should I believe this isnât just a game to you?
His response came quickly this time, almost earnest.
Franco: Because no one else makes me want to try this hard. Iâm not playing around here, cariño. Tell me what I need to do, and Iâll do it.
She smiled, a little thrill rushing through her. For the first time, he seemed genuinely off-balance, unsure, and she couldnât help but enjoy it.
Her: Weâll see if you mean that. Good luck tomorrow, Franco.
Franco: Gracias. And just so you know⊠Iâm not giving up that easily.
The following week, she found herself in the bustling paddock of the Baku, her eyes catching sight of Francoâs car parked in the paddock. She had to admit, heâd stayed true to his word since their last exchange, staying out of her messagesâthough his lingering glances and smiles across the paddock hadnât exactly disappeared. If anything, he seemed more determined, more focused. It was all part of his act, she reminded herself. And yet, there was something undeniably thrilling about it.
She was busy gathering notes when she felt a familiar presence beside her. Franco had sidled up, hands tucked into the pockets of his team jacket, his easygoing grin making her pulse quicken in spite of herself.
âBack to cheer me on, sĂ?â he asked, eyes bright with that familiar mischief.
She held back a smile, refusing to give him the satisfaction. âIâm here to cover the race, Franco. Your cheering section is back there.â She nodded to the growing crowd of fans waving his name on signs with Argentinan flags just a few metres away.
He laughed, the sound warm and rich. âTheyâre great, sure, but I was looking for one particular fan. The one who told me Iâd have to work harder if I wanted to impress her.â
She raised an eyebrow, stepping out of earshot of the nearest camera. âOh, you remember that, do you?â
âEvery word,â he said, his gaze steady. âI thought about it all week.â
A small thrill ran through her, though she kept her voice steady and her tone cool. âWell, if youâre serious, youâll have to do better than last weekâs P12. Otherwise, it just looks like more talk.â
His expression shifted, his easy grin giving way to a flash of determination. âIf itâs a higher position you want,â he said, leaning in just slightly, âthen Iâll get it. Just keep watching.â
She crossed her arms, fighting the smile tugging at her lips. âIâll be watching, Colapinto. Donât disappoint me.â
He held her gaze for a moment, his eyes flickering with something that felt genuine, earnest. âI donât plan to,â he murmured, stepping back with a wink before heading toward his car.
As he disappeared into the garage, her heart raced. Franco Colapinto, the rookie charmer, was setting out to prove himself to her. And, as much as she hated to admit it, she was looking forward to seeing if he could keep his promise.
She sat in the media centre, eyes locked on the screen as the race unfolded. Francoâs car was easy to spot, weaving its way through the pack with a precision she hadnât expected. He was starting further up this time, P18, but it was still a long shot to even think heâd break into the top ten. Yet as the laps ticked by, he held his ground, pushing, clawing his way forward with a tenacity that had everyone watching in awe.
âImpressive for a rookie,â she overheard another journalist mutter, and she felt a strange pang of pride.
Halfway through the race, Franco made a daring overtake, squeezing past two midfield drivers into P10. She sat forward, barely breathing. He wasnât just hanging onâhe was gaining, going after every single opportunity on the track with a fierceness she hadnât seen before.
Heâd promised her heâd finish higher than last week, and sheâd thought it was just talk, maybe a little playful charm. But here he was, proving her wrong lap by lap.
By the time he made it to P9, she was leaning forward in her seat, clutching her notebook tightly. And then, with a bold move on the final few laps, he passed another driver, slipping into P8. Her heart raced as she watched him hold his ground, fending off the competition, determined to keep the position heâd fought so hard for. The chequered flag dropped, and Franco crossed the line in P8.
She exhaled, a rush of surprise and admiration flooding through her. Sheâd known he was talented, of courseâhe wouldnât have made it this far otherwise. But this? Climbing ten positions in a single race, all for a chance to prove himself to her? It was more than sheâd expected.
As the race ended, she moved through the paddock, her mind whirling. Franco Colapinto, the charming rookie who flirted with everyone, had just delivered one of the most impressive drives of the day. For her. And she wasnât sure if she was more impressed with his skill or his determination to keep his word.
She barely had a chance to catch her breath before she was back in the paddock, microphone in hand, ready to take on the post-race interviews. As she waited for Franco, she replayed his climb through the ranks in her mindâhis nerve, his timing, the way heâd handled himself on the track. It wasnât just impressive; it was astonishing. And as much as she tried to shake it off, she couldnât ignore the small thrill that ran through her at the thought that heâd done it, in part, for her.
Finally, Franco appeared, still in his race suit his face glistening with the sheen of hard work. There was a slight glimmer of triumph in his eyes as he spotted her, a grin spreading across his face. He walked over, ignoring the other cameras and reporters, his gaze focused squarely on her.
She raised her microphone, keeping her expression as neutral as she could. âFranco Colapinto, P8âyour second race in Formula 1, and already a massive improvement from last week. Can you walk us through it?â
He took a quick breath, then leaned in, a spark of mischief in his eyes. âWell, you know, someone told me I had to get higher than P12 if I wanted to impress them,â he said, his tone light but his gaze steady on hers. âSo I did it for them. Great motivation.â
Heat crept up her neck, and she forced herself to stay focused. She could feel the eyes of the other journalists and team members on them, her colleagues probably smirking at his obvious attempt to fluster her, but she managed to hold her ground.
âImpressive,â she said, keeping her voice level. âAnd this âmotivationââI assume itâs the same one whoâs kept you on your toes all week?â
Francoâs grin grew wider, unabashed. âAbsolutely. Turns out, when someone challenges me, I take it seriously.â He shifted his stance, his gaze softening just a fraction. âAnd if they ask, Iâll do it again.â
A few people around them chuckled, and she fought the urge to roll her eyes. This wasnât the usual post-race banter, and he didnât seem interested in giving anyone the typical driver answers. He was speaking to her as if they were alone, and for a brief moment, she almost forgot the cameras.
âWell, whatever youâre doing,â she replied, finally letting a small smile slip, âit seems to be working. P8 is no small feat.â
He tilted his head, as if studying her. âThen maybe next week, youâll set the bar even higher for me?â His voice was low, just enough for her to hear.
She felt her resolve waver slightly, but managed to maintain her professionalism. âWeâll see, Colapinto. For now, letâs just focus on how you plan to keep this up.â
He chuckled, shifting his grip on his helmet. âOh, I think I have all the motivation I need right here.â With one last grin and a wink, he turned to greet the other journalists, leaving her to process what was easily the most disarming post-race interview sheâd ever conducted.
Later that night, she was back in her hotel room, unwinding with a cup of tea, trying to shake off the lingering thrill of Francoâs performanceâand his audacity in the post-race interview. She still couldnât believe how heâd shamelessly directed half of his answers at her, leaving her just as off-balance as he had on the track. But as much as she tried to dismiss it, her thoughts kept circling back to his determination, his promise that heâd push harder just because sheâd challenged him.
Her phone buzzed with a message, and she glanced down to see it was from the Williamâs Instagram Account.
Team Rep: Hey, whatâs your room number?
She frowned for a moment, surprised by the casualness of the message. But teams occasionally followed up with journalists for clarifications or comments, especially after high-profile performances like Francoâs. Assuming they needed to drop off some post-race press notes or team statements, she quickly typed back her room number.
Her: Room 914.
Team Rep: Perfect. Thanks.
Not even a minute later, she heard a quiet knock on her door. She glanced at the time, wondering if the team rep had come by himself. But when she opened the door, the hallway was empty. Instead, resting on the floor in front of her was a beautiful bouquet of wildflowersâvibrant, unruly, and charmingly imperfect, wrapped with a small card slipped between the stems.
Her pulse quickened. She didnât have to check the note to know exactly who had left them.
Still, curiosity got the best of her, and she crouched down, carefully lifting the bouquet to pull the card free.
âTo my motivation: thank you for the push. Letâs raise the stakes again soon. â F.
A soft, reluctant smile tugged at her lips. She felt the warmth creeping up her cheeks, aware that Franco Colapinto had managed to surprise her again. It was a move so bold, so unexpectedâand, somehow, more genuine than any casual dinner invitation could have been.
She sighed, shaking her head but unable to fight the smile any longer. As she placed the flowers on the table, their vibrant petals catching the soft light, she couldnât help but wonder what Franco would pull next to prove himself. Because one thing was certain: he wasnât giving up. And maybe, just maybe, she didnât want him to.
She couldnât resist. Picking up her phone, she sent a quick message, keeping it light, casual.
Her: Cute.
It didnât take long for his response to pop up.
Franco: Oh? You find me cute?
She rolled her eyes, though her heart skipped a beat as she typed back.
Her: No, the flowers were a cute move.
A beat passed, and then came his reply, playful but edged with a hint of something more.
Franco: Well, then⊠would you let the guy behind the cute move take you out for dinner?
She hesitated, fingers hovering over her phone. She knew what this looked likeâa line blurred between work and something personal, maybe too personal. And for him, a rookie whoâd just broken into the sport, one misstep could easily become a distraction he couldnât afford. It wasnât just her reputation, but his too, and the stakes felt higher than either of them probably realised.
Her: I donât know, Franco. Thereâs too much on the line.
A pause, longer than his usual quick responses, and for a moment she thought maybe heâd let it go. Then his reply came through, brief and simple.
Franco: Okay.
She stared at the word, an unexpected pang of disappointment catching her off guard. Franco, usually so persistent, so bold, had accepted her hesitation without a fight. But as much as she wanted to push away her own reservations, she knew she was right. Still, the thought of him backing off now left her feeling⊠unbalanced.
Setting the phone down, she let out a sigh, glancing over at the flowers resting on her table. A small part of her wondered if maybe, just maybe, sheâd made the wrong choice.
Four weeks later, they were back at the track, Austin, the usual energy humming through the paddock as teams and drivers prepared for the weekend ahead. She found herself scanning the garages, a little spark of nerves in her chest that had nothing to do with work. Franco had kept his distance over the past few weeksâwell, as much distance as someone like him could manage. He was still his playful, charismatic self with the press, charming everyone in sight, but there was something different. He hadnât followed up on his dinner invitation, hadnât tried to push beyond her boundaries. She told herself it was for the best. Still, a small part of her couldnât shake the feeling that sheâd been too cautious.
Just then, she spotted him near the teamâs garage, leaning against the wall in his race suit around his hips, deep in conversation with one of his engineers. When he looked up and saw her, his face lit up, a grin breaking across his face as if no time had passed. She felt a little of that old thrill in her chest as he walked over.
âHola, stranger,â he greeted, hands tucked into his pockets of his team jacket, his voice as warm and casual as ever. âMiss me?â
She rolled her eyes, but she couldnât help the smile tugging at her lips. âYou were just here four weeks ago, Colapinto. Donât flatter yourself.â
He chuckled, giving her that familiar, playful look. âFour weeks is a long time, donât you think?â
She shook her head, feeling a bit of the tension from the past month melt away. Whatever her own doubts, Franco hadnât let her brush-off change himâhe was still here, as charming and persistent as ever. And somehow, that lifted a weight off her shoulders.
âHave you been behaving?â she asked, arching an eyebrow. âOr should I be prepared for more unexpected flower deliveries?â
Francoâs grin grew wider, his eyes flashing with that spark she was growing dangerously used to. âDepends. You miss them?â
She laughed softly, looking down to avoid letting him see her smile. âIâd hardly admit that if I did.â
He leaned in just slightly, his voice lowering. âGood thing Iâm a patient man, then. Because Iâm not done yet.â There was a softness to his tone, a hint of something genuine beneath his usual confidence, and it made her heart skip a beat.
Despite herself, she found comfort in his persistence, in his way of toeing the line between serious and playful without putting any pressure on her. For all his charm, he hadnât crossed any lines. He was waiting, leaving the door open if she ever wanted to step through.
As he turned to head back toward his car, he glanced over his shoulder, giving her a wink. âYou know where to find me if you change your mind, cariño. Iâll be around.â
And with that, he disappeared into the garage, leaving her standing there with a soft smile, feeling just a little lighter, a little braver.
She found herself glued to the screen as the race unfolded, Francoâs car darting through the pack with all the finesse and raw determination sheâd come to recognise in him. Starting from P17, he had a long climb ahead of him, and as the laps ticked down, he kept gaining ground, his timing sharp, his decisions bold. He was relentless, working his way through the grid with an intensity that kept her at the edge of her seat.
By the halfway mark, he was already up to P12, and she could feel the anticipation building among the journalists and crew around her. Franco wasnât just driving; he was fighting for every single position, taking advantage of each moment with an almost calculated risk. And he was doing it with the confidence that had both frustrated and charmed her from the start.
Then, in the final laps, with a daring overtake on the inside line, he claimed P10. A top ten finish. It was almost too perfectâhis words from the last race echoing in her mind as he crossed the line: âIf they ask, Iâll do it again.â
The paddock was buzzing with excitement as she made her way toward the media pen, preparing herself for the post-race interview. She tried to tamp down the flutter of nerves, reminding herself that heâd been charming his way through interviews with her for weeks now. But there was something different this time, a spark of pride mingled with her excitement, and she couldnât wait to see him walk in.
When he finally appeared, the smile on his face was brighter than sheâd ever seen. Still in his race suit, a towel on his head, he strode over to her with that familiar glint of mischief in his eyes. She raised her microphone, struggling to keep her voice steady.
âFranco Colapinto,â she began, her own smile betraying just a hint of the thrill she felt. âP10 from P17âcongratulations. Tell us, how did you manage such an impressive climb?â
He grinned, leaning casually into the microphone. âWell, you know me. I like a good challenge,â he said, his gaze holding hers for a second longer than necessary. âAnd I couldnât let down the one person who told me I had to keep improving.â
The implication wasnât lost on anyone listening, and she felt a blush rise to her cheeks. She rolled her eyes slightly, playing it off as best she could. âSeems like youâre making a habit of climbing positions to impress,â she replied, keeping her tone light.
Francoâs smile softened, turning almost genuine. âFor some things,â he said, his voice low enough that only she could hear, âitâs worth the effort.â
She swallowed, momentarily at a loss for words, but managed to pull herself together, keeping the interview rolling. âWell, youâve certainly earned that P10. Whatâs the plan for next time? Any more surprise performances in store?â
âOh, definitely,â he replied, flashing her a grin. âBut letâs say Iâll aim higher than P10 next time. If someone out there is willing to set a new challenge for me, Iâll be ready.â His words hung in the air, a subtle invitation that made her heart skip a beat.
She couldnât hold back her smile as she wrapped up the interview, his gaze lingering on her with that same unspoken promise. And as she watched him walk away, her heart raced with the thrill of what might come next, realising that maybeâjust maybeâshe was ready to see where this challenge would lead.
As Franco walked away, she felt the lingering warmth of his gaze, that same thrill coursing through her that sheâd tried so hard to brush off. But now, it seemed, she wasnât entirely sure she wanted to. The interview had felt like more than just a casual exchange; his words, his lookâthere was something real beneath the flirtation, something she found herself wanting to chase.
The rest of the evening passed in a blur of post-race coverage and media duties, but her thoughts kept drifting back to him, to the way his eyes had held hers, steady and genuine, as heâd promised to aim even higher. It was only when she caught herself looking around the paddock, almost instinctively, that she realised she was seeking him out. By then, her professional caution had faded, replaced by something far less reasonable but far more enticing.
She knew she was violating so many unspoken rules as she made her way around the paddock, ducking out of the more crowded paths and slipping past the occasional lingering crew member. A pang of guilt buzzed at the back of her mind, but it was no match for the magnetic pull drawing her toward his driverâs room.
She stopped outside the door, exhaling a shaky breath as her pulse raced with a mix of nerves and anticipation. The hallway was quiet, the sounds of the bustling paddock fading away. Before she could second-guess herself, she raised her hand and knocked softly.
The door opened, and there he was, in a grey tracksuit and plain black top, his expression shifting from surprise to that warm, familiar smile that had always managed to disarm her.
âWell,â he said, leaning against the doorframe, his voice dropping to a low murmur, âI didnât expect my motivation to show up in person.â
She rolled her eyes, but there was no hiding her smile. âI figured Iâd come to make sure youâre planning to keep your word. That climb to P10 wasnât exactly a small feat.â
His smile softened, and he stepped aside, wordlessly inviting her in. As the door clicked shut behind them, the noise and pressures of the paddock slipped away, leaving just the two of them. The look he gave herâwarm, unguarded, and almost vulnerableâmade her heart skip a beat.
Sheâd broken so many of her own rules just to get here, but in this moment, she couldnât bring herself to regret a single one.
Taking a moment to look around, she noticed his bags were packed and ready for the triple header and that there was nowhere to sit.
She sat on the edge of his bed, trying to look at ease despite the heat rising in her cheeks. Franco stood in front of her, close enough that her knees brushed his legs. The room felt charged with his presence, the quiet intensity in his gaze making it impossible to look away.
âDidnât think Iâd see you here,â he murmured, leaning down a bit. The way his dark eyes lingered on her, sweeping over her face and holding her gaze, sent a rush of warmth through her.
She felt a smile tugging at her lips, trying to keep her voice steady. âFigured Iâd make sure youâre holding up after all that hard work.â
He chuckled, his voice low, with just a hint of playfulness. âOh, Iâm holding up just fine.â He reached out, fingers brushing a loose strand of hair from her cheek, letting his thumb linger just a moment too long against her skin. âIn fact, I think Iâm doing better than fine.â
Her cheeks flushed even deeper, but she held his gaze, determined not to let him throw her off-balanceâat least not completely. âYou know,â she said, trying to match his tone, âyou donât have to turn everything into a line, Colapinto.â
Franco tilted his head, a smile playing on his lips. âOnly with you, cariño.â
She let out a soft laugh, her heartbeat picking up as he moved closer, until he was standing right between her legs. She felt his fingers trace gently along her jawline, his thumb tilting her chin up so she was looking directly into his eyes.
âNot used to being flirted with, cariño?â he asked softly, his voice smooth and teasing.
She swallowed, feeling her blush deepen as her usual composure slipped. âNo⊠not like this.â
âShame,â he murmured, his thumb grazing her cheek as his eyes searched hers, warm and intent. His voice softened, and the playfulness gave way to something more genuine. âBecause Iâm just getting started.â
She felt her breath hitch, her pulse racing as his words sank in, leaving her both disarmed and impossibly drawn in. And in that moment, she realised that every wall sheâd put up around him was slipping away, piece by piece.
For a moment, she couldnât take her eyes off him, the air between them thick with anticipation. Then, she noticed the small silver chain dangling from his neck, glinting faintly against the fabric of his black top, and without thinking, she reached up, wrapping her fingers around it gently.
Francoâs gaze flickered in surprise, his breath catching as she tugged on the chain, pulling him just close enough that their faces were inches apart. She could feel the warmth radiating from him, and the intensity of his gaze sent a thrill through her that made her heart pound. His hands settled on either side of her hips as he leaned in, their breaths mingling in the charged silence.
Before she could talk herself out of it, she closed the space between them, pressing her lips to his. The kiss was tentative at first, soft and exploratory, but the warmth in his response was immediate. His hand slid up her back, pulling her closer, and she felt his fingers tangling in her hair as he deepened the kiss, his touch gentle yet confident.
She didnât realise how tightly she was gripping his chain until she felt his hand cover hers, his thumb tracing lightly over her knuckles as if to say, Iâm here.
When they finally parted, both of them slightly breathless, Franco looked at her, hand caressing her cheek, his smile soft and real, devoid of his usual playfulness. He looked at her with a quiet intensity that made her stomach flip.
âYou know," he started, his voice dipping into that smooth, charming tone, âI thought I never had a chance with you. You made me work for every single look, every smileâŠâ He shook his head, his hand still resting against her cheek, his thumb brushing just beneath her jaw. âI was convinced youâd never actually let me get this close.â
She felt a warm, amused smile tugging at her lips as she listened to him, his words genuine but tinged with that familiar, playful charm. Watching him, her heart surged with an undeniable impulse, one she didnât want to ignore any longer. In one fluid motion, she slid her hand around the back of his neck and pulled him down, pressing her lips to his again with a fierce, unrestrained intensity that sent sparks through her.
Francoâs surprise melted instantly, his hands slipping from her cheek to either side of her hips, matching her passion. The kiss deepened, turning slower, almost reverent, as if neither of them wanted the moment to end. She could feel his pulse racing under her hands, his warmth overwhelming in the most exhilarating way.
Without breaking the kiss, she leaned back, drawing him down with her onto the bed. She felt his weight settle gently over her, his hands bracing on either side of her as he kissed her with a hunger that felt both new and inevitable. When he finally pulled back just slightly, his lips hovering over hers, his voice was breathless, a bit dazed.
âYou have no idea how long Iâve wanted this,â he murmured, his fingers tracing down her arm as he held her gaze, a vulnerable softness there she hadnât seen before.
âGood,â she whispered back, her own voice unsteady, feeling as though her walls were completely gone now. âBecause I donât plan on making it easy for you.â
A soft chuckle escaped his lips as he leaned down, his mouth finding hers again with an eagerness that left them both completely lost in each other, as if the rest of the world had faded away.
Maybe he was worth the wait.
the end.
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Can you pls do an Oscar x reader fic where the reader has pots or just faints a lot and she was with lando when she fainted and he gets rlly concerned xx đ©·
a helping hand
pairings: oscar piastri x reader, platonic!lando norris x reader. content warnings: mentions of fainting, reason why not specified. note: i feel like lando is a really good friend and i hope this mirrors that!! i wrote this while watching the f3 race and i feel so bad for gabriele :(
you knew the exact feeling that entered your body when you were just about to faint. it was as if you lost control of your body, as if a thick blanket laid itself over all your senses. everything blurred and small dots appeared in your vision.
and because you knew exactly when something about to happen, you also managed to always alert the people around you.
your friends and family knew exactly what to do when you pulled their sleeve and told them you were feeling dizzy. they would help you sit down immediately and let you lean on them as the world disappeared, and would hold you until you again came to your senses. it was a foolproof routine you had created, and it had worked for years, making sure nothing bad had the opportunity to happen.
but sometimes, the routine was ruined. that happened when you werenât around any of the people who usually helped you.
and that was exactly what happened when you in that moment reached for landoâs arm.
the two of you were standing in the mclaren hospitality, chatting away about your summers as you waited for oscar to come back from some media duties.
you felt the feeling enter your body while lando was in the middle of an enthusiastic retelling of a party he had attended, and at first, you ignored it. a lot of times, it was a false alarm, and you didnât want to worry the older mclaren driver if nothing was happening.
but when the feeling wasnât going away, when it only intensified, you reached out to hold onto his shoulder, trying to steady yourself.
âlan,â you interrupted him, and he immediately frowned, a concerned look filling his eyes.
âwhoa, shit, are you alright?â his arms came around to support you.
you opened your mouth to answer him, to warn him about what was about to happen, but you didnât have time before the entire world went black and your body went slack, crumbling to the floor like marionette whoâs strings had all been cut.
lando immediately caught you in his arms, gently lowering your still body to lay on the floor as he looked around for help. some people had stopped in their tracks to look at the scene but no one came closer.
âwhy are you just staring?! someone get oscar!â his voice came out an octave higher than usual, and people immediately stating scrambling away, some in the direction of oscar, some just as far away as they could get.
panic was still gripping at lando, but he forced himself to take a deep breath. his fast-beating heart came back to a normal pace, and as he slowly came back to a feeling of levelheadedness, he started looking around for a place move you, somewhere you wouldnât get ogled at by all the people rushing around you.
he thought for only a moment before he felt something shifting in his arms and he looked down to find you blinking up at him.
âlan?â your voice was shaky as a lingering fatigue started to envelope you.
you blinked a couple of times to try to steady yourself, slowly feeling your senses coming back. âcan youâ can we go to oscarâs room?â your voice still felt small, like it wasnât exactly your own, and you felt vulnerable sitting in the middle of the hospitality. you wanted to get away.
âyeah, of course!â lando was immediately on his feet, eager to do something to help you. âcan you walk? or do you want me to carry you?â
you smiled at his words but shook your head slightly. âi think i can walk.â
he nodded in reply, helping you to your feet and placing an arm around your shoulder as you started walking towards the room oscar had been designated for the weekend.
the two of you were nearly halfway there when a deeply frowning oscar came into view.
âlove, hey.â he was at your side immediately, replacing lando in holding you up. âare you alright?â
you nodded. âyeah, i think iâm alright now. lando helped.â
oscar sighed in relief, leaning down to press a kiss to your head before sending a grateful look to lando who was still lingering next to you, clearly still shaken up and filled with a protective feeling towards his teammates girlfriend. a person who had grown to become one of his great friends.
âthank you.â
lando only smiled in reply, nodding his head as he slowly started retreating. âanytime. hope youâre alright now.â his eyes lingered and he leaned down give you a half hug, searching your face for any discomfort before finally taking a deep breath. you were alright and he had helped you reach that point.
a small feeling of proudness bloomed in his chest as he watched oscar lead you the last way into his driverâs room. he had helped you.
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pretty in pink | logan howlett
an: this comes straight from my delusional mind
dad!logan (you can choose if you want this to be an old man logan fic!!)
All week your daughter, Ada, had been reminding everyone about her sixth birthday that was coming up. She made sure you and Logan marked it on every calendar in the house. During dinner, all she talked about was her pink princess themed party.
âAnd the cake has to be pink!â She said for the hundredth time. She sat in her chair at the table completely forgetting she was supposed to be eating her spaghetti.
âWe know, bub. You told us everyday before and after school.â Logan said.
âI told the girls in my class to come too. They said they wouldnât come because weâre freaks.â Her excitement about the party died down.
Laura, now a teenager, gave her sister an encouraging smile. âTheyâre the freaks. Youâre the coolest girl in school. That means we get to have all the cake.â That earned a laugh from Ada. Logan chuckled, it warmed his heart to see his daughterâs bond.
âYour party is going to be the best, my love,â You stood up and grabbed your and Loganâs plate that were now empty. âFinish up and then get ready for bed, both of you.â You walked to the kitchen sink and began to wash the dishes.
Laura immediately challenged Ada to see who could finish their spaghetti first. After a scolding from their parents, Laura let Ada win. Soon, the sisters raced upstairs to get ready for bed.
As you and Logan finished cleaning, you couldnât help but think about your little girl. Your sweet innocent little girl didnât deserve to be called a freak. Your thoughts were interrupted when a car pulled up to your driveway. You werenât expecting anyone, especially not at this hour.
âStay here.â Logan said to you after he wiped his hands on a dish rag. He walked out the door ready to confront whoever it was. The carâs headlights were blinding him, but once he heard the familiar voice call his name, he put away his claws.
Inside you were still wondering who it was. Before you could join Logan outside, Ada had run down the stairs already in her princess pajamas.
âMommy, whoâs outside?â She asked you. Her question was answered when Logan walked in with Rogue by his side. Ada screamed in excitement when she saw her other sister. âYouâre here! Youâre here!â The little girl ran to Rogue and gave her a welcoming hug.
âI wouldnât want to miss your princess party.â Rogue picked up the girl.
âAre you going to sleep in my room? Dad got some new books for me!â
âOh you bet weâre going to stay up all night reading those books! Iâll be up in a few, let me talk to mom and dad for a sec,â Rogue set her down. The adults watched as Ada happily skipped up the stairs to her room. âAlright, whatâs wrong?â She looked at you and Logan.
âWhat? Nothing wrong, why are you asking?â Logan asked surprised by her question.
Rogue knew she wasnât going to get a straight answer from Logan so she looked at you. You sighed and told your daughter the truth. You were nervous about Adaâs party. A few of her classmates did tell her they were attending, but you were convinced they were only coming to make fun of her and ruin her big day.
âThose little shits ainât going ruin my girlâs party.â Logan added.
âHoney, those little shits are first graders.â You corrected him.
âLittle shits or not, Loganâs right. This is Adaâs party and sheâs going to have the best damn princess party in the world.â Rogue declared. Before she left, she gave you and Logan a kiss on the cheek then walked up the stairs to Adaâs room.
Logan noticed that you still had a concerned look on your face. âHey, Ada is going to be okay.â
âI just donât want my little girl to get hurt.â You said.
âI wonât let anything or anyone hurt any of my girls.â Logan reminded you.
With that, you and Logan finished cleaning and went up to Lauraâs room to say goodnight. As you reached Adaâs room, you saw her and Rogue already asleep. You quietly took the book out of Rogueâs hand and put it back on the bookshelf then adjusted the blanket over your daughters. You gave them both a goodnight kiss and left the room.
In the morning, Ada was the first to wake up. She ran to yours and Loganâs room as fast as she could and jumped on to the bed screaming that it was her birthday. Logan groaned since she had landed on his stomach.
âWake up! Itâs my birthday!â She giggled as Logan sat up and brought her into his arms.
âHow old are you today? Eighty? Ninety seven?â He watched as Adaâs smile dropped.
âNo, thatâs you!â
You were trying so hard to hold in your laugh, but failed. Logan playfully rolled his eyes. It was Adaâs day, he wasnât going to get mad at her on her special day.
âOkay birthday girl, I believe your sisters promised a special birthday breakfast just for you.â Logan told Ada.
The now six year old gasped as soon as she heard âspecial breakfastâ. She immediately jumped off the bed and ran downstairs to the kitchen where Laura and Rogue were making breakfast.
Logan sighed deeply and rolled over to his side, his eyes meeting yours. âRemember . . . Everything is going to be okay today.â
You hummed in response.
Eventually you and Logan joined the girls in the kitchen. Laura and Ada were throwing grapes into each others mouth while Rogue laughed at them failing miserably. Ada had thrown a grape so far from Laura that it hit Loganâs head when he walked in.
âAda! You hit an elderly man!â Rogue teased.
âKids.â Logan rolled his eyes yet again.
As a family you all sang happy birthday to Ada as Rogue placed a stack of pancakes topped with whipped cream and Adaâs favorite fruits. The little girlâs smile brought joy to her family.
âWait, let me get the camera!â You ran to the cabinet that had random items inside. You grabbed the camera and snapped a couple of pictures of your girls and Logan.
It was a beautiful start to a beautiful day.
As the day went on, Rogue and Laura helped decorate the backyard with princess themed decorations. Ada was too busy running around in her pink princess dress to help. Logan was inside blowing up balloons until members of the x-men started showing up.
âIs that the big bad wolverine in a plastic tiara?â Scott Summers chuckled at the sight of Logan wearing a tiara that Ada had given him.
âWatch it, I donât want you bleeding all over my daughterâs party when Iââ Before Logan could finish, Ada joined them with more tiaras in hand. She gave one to every member telling them they couldnât enter her party if they didnât wear it.
And thatâs how Scott Summers ended up with a plastic pink tiara on his head.
Ada was enjoying her party so far. A couple of classmates did end up attending. You saw as they played on the swing set that Logan had bought for Ada for her last birthday.
âHey, sweetheart.â Logan said as he stood beside you.
âHey,â you relaxed more when he was close to you. âDid you see the big box Storm brought for Ada? I bet itâs a big doll house.â
âYouâre wrong. Itâs definitely a large case of beer for me and you to enjoy when our girls are passed out.â
You chuckled. âAfter this, no more parties until next year.â You placed a kiss on his lips.
âWhatever you say . . .â He got another kiss in before Ada came running to you with a butterfly knife in hand and the biggest smile on her face.
âMommy! Daddy! Uncle Wade got me a pretty knife!â
âUncle Wade?!â âWhat the fuck!â You and Logan yelled at the same time.
âHey mommy milf dearest! Peanut! Guess my invite got lost in the mail . . . again. Iâm starting to think itâs on purpose. Harsh! Whatever, hey kids! Who wants to learn how to use this baby!â He held up his gun.
âWade, No!â
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Cuddles Are Home : ÌÌâ Max Verstappen
summary: as max arrives home after a busy day, he's keen to try something new, however it doesn't quite work out as well as he imagined
No words needed to be spoken as Max walked into your hotel room. His muscles were aching, his eyes drooping as a result of yet another long day of practice. Race day was only a day away and he was pushing himself to the limit. You barely glanced at him as he walked in, knowing he had his own routine that he loved. Whilst Max sorted himself, you laid out across the sofa and scrolled through your phone, catching up with the events of the day that you had missed whilst down at the paddock supporting Max.
As soon as you heard his footsteps come back through the room you stood up from the sofa and went into the small kitchen that was attached. Meanwhile, Max walked into the living room and threw himself down on the sofa. He stretched his limbs out as much as he could, with his tall frame it didnât take much for him to take up most of the room. After a few minutes you returned, placing the hot cup of tea that you had made for Max on the coffee table, you looked in confusion to try and find some space. Max could feel you staring, smiling softly at the expression on your face. He didnât say a word, he simply tapped against his muscular chest, only to make you scoff, shaking your head as you quickly refused to accept Maxâs offer.
âJust lay here, Iâll be alright.â
âYouâre sore from a day of racing, the last thing you need is me on top of you,â you tried to argue, but Max was having none of it.
âI wouldnât offer if it was a problem,â Max assured you, lazily reaching out and taking a hold of your hand. You took a step forward before he used his extra weight to pull you down on top of him. Your head rested at the top of his chest, just underneath his neck, bodies pressed together as you managed to rest your legs between Maxâs. His arm wrapped around you, making sure that you were safe in position, squeezing you nice and tight to make the most of the close proximity between you both.
âI canât believe youâve got me laying here,â you chuckled as you felt several kisses being pressed against the top of your head, âweâve become one of those couples.â
âItâs your fault,â he innocently teased, âyouâve turned me into one of those boyfriends I never thought Iâd be.â
âHey,â you giggled, slapping your hand gently against Maxâs bare chest. You knew deep down it was true what Max was saying, he had been quite standoffish when you first started dating, but over time you had found a new, softer, side to Max that left him being known more for how affectionate he was towards you rather than the world champion he was.
And you would never have had him any other way.
âI hate that I love what youâve done to me.â
There he went again, jokingly blaming you as if he wasnât hopelessly in love with you and thankful for you every single day.
âYouâre comfortable, right? We can shuffle around if youâre not babe.â
âIâm alright,â you assured Max, shuffling closer into his side as his grip around you tightened. âI wonder if the Max I knew when we first started dating ever imagined himself cuddling on the sofa like this.â
It was the kind of wholesome moment that Max always refused to be a part of, but now he craved. He laid for some time and told you about his day, filled you in on all the details that you missed from the practice from where you were stood in the paddock, making sure to share every last detail with you.
And as he did so, you listened intently too. You were so close to his heart you could feel it quicken as he spoke about those adrenaline inducing moments, or calming again when he told you how relieved he was to return the car to the garage in one piece.
Once heâd finished speaking, you tilted your head back and looked up at Max. âI could imagine us laying here forever you know.â
He hummed in agreement, âI love being able to hold you this close to me.â
You chose not to respond as you heard how sleepy Max was, silently encouraging him to try and get a bit of rest.
It didnât take long before you heard Maxâs light snores about you letting you know that he was resting, despite your apprehension, laying on his chest had ended up being surprisingly comfortable. You werenât sure how long you ended up laying there as you soon found yourself beginning to get sleepy on top of Max. You werenât sure whether it was his touch, or the comfort of knowing that he was right there beside you, but something caused your body to switch. Max was out like a light, and soon enough you joined him, still squeezed on the sofa with your holds as tight as ever, making sure that nothing bad happened to the other person.
âOuch! Oh my goodness!â
âBabe? Whatâs wrong?â
A loud groan came from you as you felt the edge of the coffee table hit against your back before landing on the floor with a thud. Your hands rubbed the sleep out of your eyes as you tried to figure how in a matter of moments you had gone from comfortably laying on top of Max to find yourself laid out on the living room floor, pain shooting through you.
Max jolted upright as soon as he heard your voice, cringing as he looked down at you on the floor. Your expression told him everything, pressing your hand into the small of your back where the pain was at its worst.
âLove, Iâm so sorry. Are you alright? Tell me where it hurtsâŠplease,â Max whispered, pushing himself off of the sofa and joining you on the floor, pulling you into his side.
âDamn,â you sighed, biting down on the inside of your lip, struggling to come to terms with what had happened. It didnât take long for Max to place his hand where your pain was coming from in an attempt to ease it for you.
âDo you need to get checked out? Does it hurt anywhere else?â Max questioned, the panic strong in his voice as his eyes darted to check you properly.
Your head shook, letting Max take a moment to check for himself that you really were alright, covering every last bit of your body.
âJust my pride, itâs taken a bit of a dent,â you tried to joke, bringing the faintest of smiles to Maxâs face. âI think my head brushed against the side of the table, but somehow I just about managed to miss it.â
Max doesnât look as certain as you though.
âCome on, I think a proper bed might help me to feel better.â
Max is still doubtful as you rise to your feet, refusing to let you do anything alone. He could tell from the feeling in his arms that he mustâve gotten tired, ultimately letting go which led to you rolling off of him and ending up in a bundle on the floor.
âDo you think you might be concussed or something?â
âMax, love, I promise that my head didnât hit anything, Iâll be alright.â
He wants to nod and assure that you he understands, but he knows exactly what youâre like. Heâs lost count of how many times youâve pretended in front of him to stop him from worrying, not wanting thoughts of you to cloud him when he has so many other things to think about, especially when it came to his career.
Max is with you every step of the way as you walk into the bedroom of your hotel, encouraging you to move as slowly as possible. Only when youâre laid out does he finally begin to relax a little.
As soon as heâs there beside you, youâre rolling across and tucking yourself back into him again. First your leg drapes over him, then your arm, and soon enough youâre pushing your entire frame on top of him.
âDo you really want to do this?â Max questioned, reluctantly placing his arms around you, his voice shaky and filled with concern.
âI think I might be a little bit safer laying in a big double bed rather than the sofa,â you assured Max, keeping your grip on him nice and tight so that he had no choice but to let you stay there.
Max wanted to protest, but there was no way he could argue with his injured girl. âWhy do you like this so much.â
The answer was easy for you, it was the one thing that you loved more than anything.
You loved the warmth that it brought you, the comfort, and the way it made your heart race. Above all else, you loved how it always made you fall a little bit more in love with Max every single time.
âYour cuddles always feel like home.â
âReally?â Max asked in surprise, never quite imaging you to feel that way. âIf thatâs the case, I guess I better let you lay here on my chest for the night, right?â
âI wonât be arguing if you do,â you chuckled, finally feeling Max relax underneath you after your little incident.
Max is still a little wary, he canât help but fret about you. But having you right there where he can keep an eye on you is the best he can ask for. âI love you,â he murmured, pressing a light kiss against the very top of your head.
âI love you too,â you responded, stretching to be able to capture Maxâs jawline with your lips, knowing how much of a sweet spot that sharp line was for him. His strong arms held onto you a little tighter in response, making your heart swell as you both close your eyes again, hoping that next time around youâre still laying there engulfed in each otherâs arms again.
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more than enough | lando norris
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requested: Hi lovely, I loved just friends!! Since reading, all Iâve been able to thinking about is bestfriend/roomate Lando. Maybe youâre not able to join him for race weekend and he hasnât heard from you, like at all. When he returns, he thinks youâre not home until he hears the sobs and realises something is really wrong. Maybe youâve broken up with your boyfriend and Lando is standing on the other side of your locked bedroom door, absolutely in love with you and hurting because youâre hurting đ«
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landonorris WE FUCKING DID IT!!!!! P1 in Miami!!!!! you bitches can't call me lando nowins anymore!!!
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fan you can tell lando runs his own social media... âł mclaren it is our biggest burden
oscarpiastri well done mate! well deserved! â„ïž landonorris âł landonorris you next osc!!!
maxverstappen1 i said i'd have to collect my wins before you start coming for them, congrats winner! â„ïž landonorris
mclaren our papaya boy, you will always be loved (heart) â„ïž landonorris
fan WHERE IS Y/N?????? âł fan lando said in an interview that she couldn't come this week!!!! i'm sure she texted / called him
fan i know y/ns screaming and crying at the fact she couldn't be there this week
fan no lando / y/n hugging photo :((((( i miss my best friends
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f1gossip Lando Norris' roommate and best friend Y/N L/N was caught in a heated argument with her recently debuted beau outside a restaurant in Monaco. The person who sent the photo in was too far away to hear the argument, but said Y/N seemed despondent to the situation, watching her boyfriend walk away before paying the bill and leaving quietly. Soon after, waiter's came to each outside table and told them Y/N sent her apologies for the commotion.
fan y/n :(((( was he the reason she couldn't go to Miami????
fan i'm gonna dox him âł fan i mean... i'm not gonna stop you
fan i have a knife.
fan i hope he's an ex boyfriend now wtf???
fan do you guys remember the pics of her and lando talking at padel and her bf was shooting DAGGERS at lando??? yeah somethings going on there âł fan we hate insecure men
fan lando i know u have money and connections i need this man to disappear
It wasnât unusual for you to go radio silent after a race you werenât able to attend, especially one on the other side of the world. Lando was used to a simple âcongrats on P4!<3333â or wherever he had placed that time, and then you would be off to the land of dreams as he went about his day, shuffling between meetings and the media paddock.Â
Today was different however. Lando had actually won. Heâd won his first ever race and his best friend and roommate was virtually nowhere to be seen. He couldnât help but feel a little angry at you, you knew how much P1 meant to him, the hours he had spent moping around the little apartment the two of you shared after a bad race and the rants he would go on when he placed P2 but was inches from that ever so elusive win, slipping just through his fingertips.Â
He fired off one last text to you before sliding the phone back into the waistband of his fireproofs so he had his hands free to accept celebratory fist bumps and handshakes from every garage along the paddock.Â
The lack of communication from you slowly slipped his mind after he had interview after interview, the kind and excited words of the journalists filling him with pride as they recall just how far ahead of Max he had been. Sure, his mood soured everytime someone mentioned that he got lucky with the safety car but his mother always told him that luck was something to utilise, not something to rely on.Â
When he was finally free of the mediaâs hands, he checked his phone again. No messages from you which made him sigh, but one from Max. Opening their text thread, heâd dropped Lando a location pin for a well known bar in Miami along with the sentence â9pm, be there or be square, race winnerâ.Â
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To be quite honest, Lando doesnât remember much of the party. Hell, he doesnât even remember getting there, Zak having plied him with glass after glass of champagne during their debrief. Heâs pretty sure Oscar had been the one to zip his fly up when they met outside their hotel rooms before the party, hands moving up to recentre his shirt so only a slightly scandalous amount of chest showed.Â
Sitting on the private jet, again courtesy of Max, he thumbed through the last text thread between the two of you. Youâd seemed fine, mentioning that you were going out for a meal with your boyfriend before the race started, and then⊠nothing. Complete and total radio silence.Â
Maybe you were still with your boyfriend, too wrapped up in that jackass to notice the 17 messages Lando had left you since last night.Â
God, he hated that guy. Ever since the day you had introduced him to Lando, heâd had a bad feeling. The guy was too touchy, arm wrapped securely and possessively around your waist like Lando was some kind of threat.Â
And maybe he was.Â
If heâd just manned up and told you the truth, that heâd loved you since the moment the two of you met one sunny day when he was still an F2 driver and you were the sister of one of his rivals, then maybe it would be his arm draped around you.Â
Instead he had smiled, rolled over and showed his stomach like a runt at the bottom of the food chain, and watched from afar as the guy whisked you away under a mottled sunset.Â
He felt a nudge at his side, eyes meeting Maxâs curious ones. âStill no reply?â
He sighed, shaking his head as he pocketed his phone once again. âMaybe sheâs busyâŠâ
The excuse sounds weak even to his own ears, and when Max simply hums unbelievingly, he sighs again, mind torn in half at the elation of his win and the sadness of your ignoration.Â
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Sliding the key into the door, he listened ahead for any sign of life. The sound of dishes clinking in the sink, or your playlist of noughties hits that he always pretended to hate but would secretly sing along to when you werenât looking.Â
The silence that blankets him is unnerving. Too reminiscent of when heâd moved here alone and had all but begged you to join him, promising a rent free and easy going life.Â
Checking the kitchen, he sees itâs exactly as he left it last week. The living room is barely lived in, the odd throw misplaced from the back of the sofa. His game room door is still shut, as is both his and your bedrooms.Â
As he walks through to drop his suitcase off in his room, dreading the amount of washing that will fall out of it when he gets the energy to open, he hears a noise. From your bedroom, specifically.Â
Checking his watch, he sees its 2 in the afternoon. Normally, you would be up and out by now, dragging Lando to whatever new fad you had seen on tiktok, or to the padel courts where he would inevitably lose to you.Â
Leaning so his ear presses against the door, he can make out the shuffling of sheets. Maybe you had decided to do some laundry whilst you waited for him to get back. But then, the sound of sniffling joins.Â
He freezes on the spot, ear still pressed haphazardly to the wooden door. The sniffles get louder and louder, soon joined behind an unmistakable sob. He can feel his heart drop to the floor, his stomach joining it on its tumultuous way down.Â
You were crying. And he had no idea why.Â
Pulling away from the door, his hand hovers the knob. Should he knock first? Should he just leave you to it? Normally, when you were sad, you would sneak into whichever room he was in, either reaching a hand out to lay against his back or sitting close enough so your thighs touch. He knew you needed to feel some part of him in order to ground yourself, and he always obliged. Oftentimes, the two of you would end up cuddled on the couch, some soppy chick flick on the tv as you gave into the warmth surrounding you, eyes closing as you rested your head against his shoulder. Despite how much it hurt to see you sad, he couldnât deny these quiet moments were his favourite part of any day.Â
Another sob breaks out, the sound so cruel and visceral, it was as if it had been yanked from your very soul. He forgoes knocking, hand twisting the knob harshly. He tries to push it open, only to be met by a force pushing back against him.Â
Youâd locked the door.Â
In the 4 years of living together, neither of you had ever once locked your bedroom doors, knowing the other would knock before entering but still feeling comfortable enough to forgo privacy so the rooms could be open to the other whenever.Â
âY/N?â He calls out hesitantly, as one would approach an injured bird.Â
The sobs become muffled, more shuffling of sheets before you call back to him, voice weak and torn along the edges. âLando?â
He normally loved when you said his name, but the whine that accompanies it today leaves a sour taste in his mouth. He knows he should ask whatâs wrong but he doesnât know where to begin. Heâs never not known why youâre sad, the two of you an open book shared between friends.Â
He starts the only way he knows how. âDid you watch the race?â
More shuffling of sheets and when you respond, your voice is closer. âIâm sorry Lan, I didnât get a chance to.â A moment of silence passes between the two of you. âHow did you do?â
He wants to be angry. He really does. The one time you don't watch a race and he only goes and bloody wins it. âI won.â
âWhat?â Your voice wobbles, wondering if you were imagining what he had just said.Â
âI won, Y/N. My first P1. 7 seconds ahead of Max.â
He waits for your response, probably some form of congratulations spoken through wood given your current mood. What he wasnât expecting was for you to unlock and slam open the door, the both of you wincing as it bangs against the wall. âSay that again.â
He takes you in for a moment. Bloodshot eyes rimmed with violet, tears still making their way down flushed cheeks. Youâre wrapped in your duvet, only your head visible as the duvet covers what is probably bedhead and your favourite set of pyjamas - flannel trousers and a t-shirt of Landoâs you had stolen at some point.Â
Shrugging his shoulders, he smiles warily at you. âI won.â
Throwing yourself at him, he takes a moment to steady the two of you, arms wrapping around the mass of duvets surrounding you. He can feel you crying again, tears soaking the collar of his shirt.Â
âIâm sorry. Iâm so sorry, Lan. I should have watched, I mean you won and I wasnât even there to watch. Iâm sorry, please forgive me.â You choke through the words, fingers digging roughly into Landoâs back.Â
He winces at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin through the shirt, squeezing you even closer to him. âDonât be sorry. Something obviously happened.â He uses the mound of duvet to pull you away, eyes flickering over your face. You look heartbroken in more ways than one. âWhat happened, sweet girl?â
Your lips quiver at the nickname, a hand poking through the duvet to reveal your phone. After 3 tries of using face ID, you huff, angrily putting in your passcode before turning the screen to Lando.Â
He scans the screen. Itâs an instagram post by some F1 gossip page. He recognised the user as one who often tried to paint him as some womaniser, taking any regular interaction with a woman as a sign he was sleeping with them.Â
This post, however, is different. He sees you first, mouth in a tense line as you stare blankly at your boyfriend. Then he sees the caption.Â
The anger returns, festering and dark, this time directed to your dickhead of a boyfriend. âWhat did he do?â
You sigh, locking the screen and pulling your hand back into the duvet cocoon. âI said I wanted to go home because your race was about to start. He got angry and accused me of being in love with you. I pointed out that I was literally on a date with him. He called me every name under the sun, told me we were over and then stormed off. Iâm sorry, Lan, this isnât good publicity for you.â
He scoffed, eyebrows raising skyward. âI dont give a fuck about the publicity, I care about you. How dare he speak to you like that?â He can tell the angers bleeding into his tone but heâs about 2 seconds away from finding out where that prick lives and beating him over the head with a padel racket. âAre you ok? Do you want to put on a chick flick? Order a takeaway? Go to a rage room and plaster his face across every breakable thing?â Moving closer, he rests his hand against your jaw, nudging it between your tear stained skin and the soft duvet. âTell me what you want me to do and Iâll do it.â
Sighing, you nuzzle against his hand. âNone of that, Lan. I just want to cry and forget what happened last night.â
Swallowing his pride, he nods. âDo you want me to talk to him? I can tell him weâre not in love with each other. Just best friends.â The ending comes out a little bitterly, but he hopes youâre too distracted to notice.Â
You smile up at him affectionately. The simple curve is enough to make his heart flutter from where it had picked itself off the floor and wormed its way back into his chest.Â
Reaching up to lay your hand over his, lacing your fingers between his, you sandwich it between the warmth he so craved. âI just want to be with you. You make everything better.â
He reflects your smile, brushing his thumb along your cheekbone. You wanted him, just him, and for now that was more than enough.Â
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MY WORLD â p.sunghoon
PAIRING: sunghoon x fem!reader GENRES: angst, smut, fluff WC: 14.3k+
WARNINGS:Â alcohol consumption, swearing, unprotected sex (do it safely), cumming inside, arguing, Sunghoon is completely surrendered to yn. sorry, i can't see him if not cute in this story, this man needs to be taken care of. lmk if i forgot anything else.
SYNOPSIS:Â you're back and you owe Sunghoon an explanation for your departure, but it looks like it's going to be a bit tricky to get him to listen to you.
NOTES:Â after so many requests i've come up with the second part, and possibly the final one because i can't think of a continuation after that. it took me a long time because i had a huge blockage and i don't know if i'm satisfied with what came out of here, but i just wanted to give these two a cosy feel. and for you who read my work. i hope you like it!
TAGLIST: this isn't necessarily a taglist, but i decided to tag the people who asked for part two of the story, so⊠@seunghancore @sunghoonizz @indigoez @heestarry @yunjinhuhjennifer @pollito-sims4 @srhnyx @enhalusional @moon368 @madustos @capri-cuntz @stellanam @flaminghotyourmom @jayshadoww @sovlidago @randommmmmmvheusbs @rjssierjrie @rikiversesworld @lovingvoidgoatee
part 1 | masterlist
Avoiding work on Friday nights was one of the first things Sunghoon did after you left. He didn't want to deal with the fact that that particular day was when he found you sitting at one of the tables in his bar with Stella, waiting for his and Jay's shift to finish so you could all drink together.
Now nothing else made sense, and those nights were filled with his bed, a cosy blanket and your mind wandering back to the last night you and he spent together. Sunghoon could feel the touch of your fingers on his skin, the way his name was whispered by you. It felt like an endless melody. Sleeping next to him had a different meaning after so long friendship.
But then the bitter taste of disappointment invaded him with the same intensity. Less than twenty-four hours after you told him you were in love, Sunghoon read the worst letter he could have read in his entire life. He had always wanted to travel and get to know countries, but suddenly he had a grudge against Switzerland because he knew that's where you were apparently staying. Why so far away? Why did you have to go somewhere with no explanation? A letter wasn't enough because it only said what he already knew: it had all been your father's plan. Sunghoon knew how much he controlled your life, but the thought of him causing it all made the boy's blood boil.
"Fuck everything" was what Sunghoon repeated most often every time he remembered something related to you.
How he remembered the first day he saw you at university, or how he heard you call him and greet him every time you met. He remembers every moment you were by his side, with your arms entwined or your head resting on his shoulder.
It was hard to forget every little moment when you and he almost kissed when you were drunk. Faces millimeters apart, heart racing and breathless⊠But then the day in your flat made it all worthwhile. While he was between your legs, kissing you with all the love he'd ever felt and fucking you on your kitchen worktop. Sunghoon could repeat that day a million times over, even though afterward you went and left him the next day. It was the one thing he didn't want to go through.
"You need to snap out of it, man" Jay threw himself on the sofa in Sunghoon's flat, sitting next to him on Saturday night. At times he was the only one who managed to make his friend feel a little better as they talked.
"How?" Sunghoon hugged the cushion, snuggling further into the sofa and staring at the television. He felt Jay's gaze on him as he listened to his friend talk again.
âI don't know, weââ Jay paused for a moment, sliding his body across the leather of the soft sofa and sighing loudly âHow about we go out for a while? Just the boys.â
âI think I'd rather stay in my apartment for the next few yearsâ Sunghoon replied.
Jay sighed again, reaching up and snatching the pillow from Sunghoon's lap. He scrambled up, wanting to take back the one thing he was hugging for comfort at the moment.
That's when he saw his friend's face in pure concern, but with something else that he couldn't decipher. Jay was serious most of the time, no one knew what he was feeling â apart from Stella â but Sunghoon knew his best friend so well that he could tell something was wrong.
âJayâ he called out, seeing that Jay was swallowing and straightening up on the sofa.
âRight, I can't lieâ Jay closed his eyes âI need to get you out of the house today and take you to a club on the other side of town.â
It was Sunghoon's turn to turn from curious to confused. What was Jay talking about, anyway? And why did he have to take him to the other side of town today? They worked in a bar, not quite a club, but pretty much the same thing: loud music, drinking and lots of people. Why go to a place that would be practically the same as his work environment?
âWhy?â he asked Jay.
The older man was debating whether to say something so direct or simply make up an excuse to drag Sunghoon along. But Jay couldn't lie like he had said, it was almost impossible not to tell the truth to the eyes that stared at him so expectantly.
âBecause Stella's taking Y/n there tooâ he said âShe's back, man.â
A ringing sound passed through Sunghoon's ears, as if the sound pierced his eardrums and he felt an extremely strong pressure in his head. Grateful to be sitting down and knowing that he would get this reaction, Jay was already getting him something to drink from the coffee table. Even though Sunghoon couldn't swallow anything or move, at least Jay was trying.
âJay, stop fooling around.â
âI swear to Godâ he whined âI found out today, Stella didn't want to tell me anything and just asked me to get you out of the house.â
âWhy?â Sunghoon stared at a fixed point in the room, everything he was hearing seeming like a dream.
âI know as much as you doâ Jay touched Sunghoon's shoulder, making him finally face his best friend âIt seems that only Stella and Alicia know that she's back, no one else. And a lot is going on that not even my girlfriend, Y/n's best friend, knows about.â
Sunghoon debated for a moment whether he should go to where Jay wanted to take him, because things were getting more and more confusing.
You went away and said goodbye in a letter, then you came back and only your two best friends know. At least about your return, because something is going on that even Stella doesn't know about, according to what Jay is saying. So⊠What was your father up to? That was the thought Sunghoon had as he forced his legs to get up from the sofa, resting his hands on the seat and standing in the middle of the room.
He didn't want to hope for anything at all, and he didn't know what your reaction would be, or even his own, seeing you so many months after your departure. Without exchanging a message, a single phone call. How would you see him afterwards? How would he treat you when he saw you face to face?
âI'm just going to take a showerâ Sunghoon sighed âI hope this doesn't go to shit, Jongseong.â
âDon't call me thatâ Jay pouted, which was ignored by Sunghoon as he headed for his room to shower and get ready.
Jay also hoped it wouldn't go to shit because no one knew what would happen. But he and Stella hoped that you and Sunghoon would at least talk.
If it weren't for the primal tension between your meeting with Sunghoon, Jay could easily say that he was the most nervous in that entire club. Firstly because his girlfriend trusted him enough to ask Sunghoon to leave the house, but he knew he wouldn't be able to get his best friend out so easily. So telling the truth had been the best course of action. That was why he was walking through the door of that club, the colored lights spinning back and forth and the loud sound almost piercing his insides.
He kept repeating to himself a mantra that things could go smoothly if Stella had already poured you and Alicia some drinks, while he walked in with Sunghoon and Jake. The latter was trying his best to get Sunghoon to walk around people and not turn around and go home. They both knew he could do this at any moment, so Jay led the way into the bar while keeping Sunghoon in the middle and Jake behind in case the other wanted to leave without being seen.
None of them could imagine what it was like for Sunghoon to deal with all of this, although Jay and Jake were just as curious to know what was behind everything that was happening.
Meanwhile, Sunghoon was going over in his mind what he would say to you when he saw you in the first place. Say hello and run off? Or just wave and smile as he went to the bar and got drunk? Maybe he'd do the latter â and the one that was most recommended â because he felt like he might pass out at any moment.
âRightâ Jay stopped walking for a moment, turning around and almost slamming his body into Sunghoon, who stopped walking abruptly. But that didn't stop Jake from tripping and slamming into his friend, muttering curses and standing next to the taller man âLet's get a drink before we meet them.â
âI can hang around the bar and you two go find your girlfriendsâ Sunghoon wanted to get out of there right away and would try anything to make that happen.
âYou come with us, wise guyâ Jake took him by the shoulders and led him to the bar.
Ordering strong drinks wasn't a big deal for three people who owned a very trendy bar on the other side of town. This could even inspire new drinks at the establishment, Jay thought as he saw colorful liquids and completely different names on the menu. Something that pleased even the palates of the three who sat at the bar and drank three glasses in a row.
Every minute in that bar seemed like an eternity and the fact that Sunghoon didn't want to face the reality that, almost certainly, he was in the same environment as you after such a long time. It wasn't as if he knew how to act because even though he was your friend and had been hiding the fact that he was in love with you for years, he had never gone so long without seeing you. And even less had something so intimate happened that you left without giving any explanation.
âStella's callingâ Jay picked up his cell phone after a long time talking to Sunghoon and Jake, trying to find the courage to get out of there too and pretend that they were randomly in the same club.
He picked it up and chatted very quickly, neither of the other two paying any attention because they were apprehensive about what would happen next.
âAlicia texted meâ Jake finished swallowing the drink in his glass âThey're bringing Y/n to the bar.â
âIs it now or never?â Jay tried to smile, knowing that it looked more like a grimace to the two in front of him.
Sunghoon didn't even dare move, leaning against the bar counter as he played with the glass between his fingers. He needed to occupy himself with something other than the fact that he was only a few minutes away from seeing you again. His heart felt like it was going to burst out of his mouth and if it hadn't been for the alcohol warming his muscles, he could have sworn he was shaking right now.
âHey, guys!â Stella's voice had a strange effect on Sunghoon, who cringed and closed his eyes tightly.
âBaby, you over hereâ Jay lied so badly, Sunghoon could laugh at that awful performance as he heard the kissing sounds of the couple greeting each other. Then it was Jake and Alicia's turn, the same greeting followed until his friends' voices ceased and he concentrated on the only thing that mattered at that moment.
âY/n? You're back?â Jake was smiling, his tone a little more theatrical than Jay's. Sunghoon knew that he hadn't been the first to greet you because his best friend was so nervous that he could scream and run off with the other Park if it were possible.
âJake, hey. Yes, I am!â you sounded excited, and cheerful and hadn't seen Sunghoon who was leaning back against the bar. He waved for the barman to fill his glass and as soon as he did, the liquid almost overflowed from the glass between his fingers.
âWhat are you doing here?â Alicia asked.
Sunghoon took the glass and brought it to his lips, the burning sensation going down his throat was the best in that second when he heard Jay answer.
âWe came on a boys' night out. Me, Jake, and Sunghoonâ he felt Jay's hand touch the middle of his back. Sunghoon almost spat out his drink out of nervousness, it was time to turn around.
Everything seemed to stop the second he laid eyes on you. Nothing seemed to have changed, except that you were even more beautiful. If that were possible. He pressed his fingers tightly against the body of the drink while keeping his gaze on yours, which, strangely, you held. Nothing on his face seemed to scream astonishment at seeing you there and Sunghoon couldn't tell if that was a good thing or not. He swore he knew you well enough until a few months ago before you left. But after that, he didn't know who Y/n was standing in front of him at that moment.
âSunghoonâ you said his name so gracefully. He almost gave in to all the pressure and the nervous looks among the group of friends staring at the scene before them.
âY/nâ Sunghoon said in the same way, raising his glass and drinking the entire contents in one go.
He suddenly felt his eyes sting because the last time he'd seen you, he'd left your apartment swearing he'd see you at his bar the next night. When he could finally ask you to be his girl, as he had always dreamed. And now here you are, as someone who took his heart to Switzerland and came back without a single explanation.
He saw you open your mouth to say something as the two couples of friends disappeared to the bar to order drinks. Sunghoon swallowed, wanting to turn around and order more alcohol. It was the only thing that could keep him standing there without doing something ridiculous. But he knew that wasn't going to happen.
âWeââ
âI need to go to the bathroomâ he interrupted you and he didn't know why, or maybe he did, he just didn't want to feel like crying in front of you. Sunghoon had whined enough for months and the pride that engulfed him was enough for him not to do it in front of you.
Not when he'd already had too much to drink and certainly not when you were looking on with so many emotions at once.
Sunghoon hurried off towards the club toilets, stumbling a few times and apologizing to everyone he bumped into. He hadn't meant to do that, to look like a runaway and a lovesick idiot. But he knew he couldn't predict a reaction, not when he had no way of denying that his feelings for you had never gone away.
He wanted to have stopped feeling anything for you, wanted to have turned that hurt and sadness into anger, and moved on. But every time Sunghoon thought he could move on, you appeared in one of his dreams. Or Stella would comment on something nostalgic involving you, making him remember how much he loved you.
It could be a ploy by his friends to never forget you, or that your best friend somehow wanted to keep you in mind because she might know something. Sunghoon knew it was, but he also had no way of confronting Stella and asking her to tell him. He knew that you might have asked for secrecy and he wanted to respect that, but he couldn't help himself because it all came back at once. And that's why he ran to one of the bathroom cubicles and locked himself in, sitting on the toilet and taking a deep breath.
What he wanted most was for you to come back to him, but why was Sunghoon wishing he wasn't around you at that moment? Why so much conflict when all he had to do was get out of that bathroom and talk to you?
âHey Hoon, it's me, Jakeâ the boy's voice snapped him out of his thoughts, making Sunghoon get up from the toilet and quickly open the door âAre you okay?â
A moment of silence and Jake noticed Sunghoon's eyes shining brighter than usual. He knew it could happen and it was understandable why it had happened so quickly.
âYou don't have to answer, it's okay, manâ he said, slipping one of his arms around Sunghoon's shoulders âWhat do you say we get drunk until you forget your name?
âI'd love to, butââ
âBut just think about the drink, at least she's back. We can think about that later, okay?â
He wanted to believe Jake's words and how they could comfort him, even if he was still nervous. So Sunghoon tried to smile, finding a little strength in the friend next to him who was slowly getting him out of the bathroom.
Doing what Jake had said that night might not be so bad. Drink a lot, talk and think later.
Sunghoon's last memory was of going to the bar with Jake and ordering three more drinks. After that, everything became a blur and now he had the biggest headache in years.
He was like a frat boy waking up the day after a party smelling of booze and with some random girl sleeping next to him. In contrast, Sunghoon smelled of soap, his pajamas were clean and no girl was next to him, but the messy bed indicated that he hadn't slept alone. Or so it seemed.
âWhat the fuck happened?â he muttered to himself as he groped around the bedside table for his cell phone or something, finding it practically dead.
Now the headache seemed a little worse as Sunghoon got up and sat on the bed, his back against the headboard as he sighed and tried to remember what had happened.
It couldn't be that bad or his friends would already be at the foot of the bed shaking Sunghoon and demanding explanations, so he could calm down a bit and slow down. To thought that things might not have gotten out of hand as he got out of bed and walked around the apartment looking for something that might remind him of the night before. But nothing was out of place, not even a sofa cushion.
He was alone in that place and there wasn't even a piece of clothing or accessory to make him think that someone might be there.
It was then that his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the front door handle. The key turning outside and the sound of bags on the other side of the door⊠Jake or Jay was bringing something to cure his hangover and it made Sunghoon breathe a sigh of relief to see that his friends were thinking of him.
But his smile fell when you walked through the door. Not that he didn't want to see you there, but of all the people Sunghoon imagined⊠You, wearing one of his T-shirts and the pants from the night before, bags hanging from your arms, and your hair loose, was the image he never thought he would see clearly.
âY/n?â he asked, taking you by surprise when you entered the apartment.
âYou're awake!â your smile almost made him shout, but he made do and ran towards you to help you with the bags, quickly picking them up and taking them to the kitchen.
The small silence in the room wasn't awkward, but you seemed a little apprehensive as Sunghoon looked at all the bags, hesitating to look in your direction.
âFeeling better?â you asked as you stopped next to him, opening one of the bags and taking out a packet of coffee and a carton of milk.
âDid you⊠Did you do any shopping?â he looked at the things you were unpacking, then finally looked at you.
What the fuck, why is she so close? He almost cried at the closeness when he saw you looking up, a shy little smile on your lips as you looked at him.
âI didâ you replied âYou need to stock that cupboard and I thought you needed something to eat after last night.â
After last night. Right, how could he say he didn't remember anything, especially that you were in his apartment?
Sunghoon didn't know how to say something like that, especially since you seemed so casual in his kitchen as if you hadn't abandoned him months ago. As if you and he hadn't been apprehensive in each other's presence the night before.
But on the contrary, you seemed quite at ease taking food out of the bag and sorting it on the kitchen worktop. The almost familiar scene of the last time you and he had met, warmed his heart slightly and made Sunghoon feel his chest tighten. Fear and nostalgia washed over him as he watched you casually turn on the coffee machine after putting the supplies away. Every time your gaze crossed his, Sunghoon felt like shouting and asking what you were doing there. Perhaps the last part he could do.
âWhat are you doing here?â he asked after a long time without saying anything, just enjoying â even if fearfully â your presence in front of him.
âI brought you home after you nearly passed out in the bar last nightâ you smiled, even though your gaze was on the coffee machine and the sound of the liquid falling into one of the cups.
Sunghoon sighed heavily and leaned on the kitchen worktop, facing you and at a safe distance from the other side. If he were standing next to you, you knew you wouldn't be able to control yourself.
âAnd what happened?â he decided to ask, to be honest at least âI don't remember anythingâŠâ
âI didn't think soâ you laughed. A laugh so genuine that Sunghoon almost jumped over that counter to kiss you the way he wanted.
âSo⊠tell meâ he asked softly, almost in a whisper, but you heard him nonetheless.
Waiting for the first cup of coffee to be ready, you handed it to him while he prepared another for you. Sunghoon took it and drank the dark, bitter liquid, knowing that it could help with his hangover.
âNeither Jake nor Jay could get you to stop drinking yesterdayâ you began, your gaze following Sunghoon's every move as you watched him drink the hot, bitter coffee.
âAnd what did you do?â Sunghoon asked, apprehensive about the answer.
Suddenly a flush rose to his cheeks and he thought it might be the steam from the coffee you were preparing, but as soon as you looked away, he knew something else had happened.
âI thought on impulse and kissed youâ you managed to grab the freshly prepared cup, causing Sunghoon to almost choke on his coffee.
Now he felt like a complete idiot because, after all this time, you had kissed him and he hadn't remembered?
âIt was quick, enough to make you drop the glassâ you said âThen you asked me to bring you home because⊠WellâŠâ
He ran his gaze all over your body, forcing himself to remember a little more of what was going on. Sunghoon doesn't remember the feeling of your lips on his again, but like a memory retrieval, he could visualize getting into your car together with you. The drive to his apartment and how you helped him undress so he could shower.
You hated that he slept smelling of booze since university⊠Why didn't Sunghoon think of that as soon as he woke up? Only you could make him clean himself up even when he was drunk.
âAnd then you asked me to sleep with you becauseâŠâ your voice faltered a little, your gaze lowered to the liquid in your cup as you vividly remembered Sunghoon's words âBecause you didn't want me to escape again.â
Drunk or not, he didn't regret having said that to you. Sunghoon's only regret was not being sober enough to have enjoyed the time he had with you since you entered his apartment. But now that time could be rewarded as he left his cup on the counter and walked around to stand in front of you.
âI really meant that, Y/nâ he said, smiling weakly when you also left your cup on the counter to turn to him.
You didn't have to be a genius to know that Sunghoon was leaning in the next second and capturing your lips in a slow kiss. Knowing the man in front of you well, you even thought it took him long enough to do it. Fighting his demons and fears of losing you again, but at the same time pushing it all away and concentrating only on having you in his arms again.
The way he grabbed you and sat you on his kitchen worktop, his hands sliding down your thighs â unfortunately â clad in the pants from the night before. As your lips moved against his, Sunghoon felt a spark in his body thinking that this could only be a dream. Because one night he was moaning yet again about you, being dragged out by Jay. While the next day he had you sitting on his bench, kissing him so lovingly as if you weren't the cause of the pain and fear he felt.
You were the first to break the kiss, gasping for air in your lungs from the euphoria of kissing Sunghoon after so long. He stood between your legs, foreheads pressed together as he felt your breath against his lips.
âWhy did you leave?â he asked suddenly, his hands squeezing your legs without much force, but enough for you to know that he wasn't going to let you go.
You sighed once more, your lips brushing against his as your hands traveled the length of Sunghoon's arms until they reached his shoulders.
âMy father,â you whispered, âhe wanted to control so much.â
âLike what?â Sunghoon lowered his face to the curve of your neck, inhaling your scent which seemed to calm him down a little. The feeling of comfort that settled over him when you sighed and pressed him against your body.
Sunghoon didn't want to leave, to stay with you forever in that position or your arms. He could forget everything that had happened and focus on the present moment while he relished the sensation of your hands against his skin or your skin against his lips. But not everything could be that simple, not when your phone interrupted the whole process.
The noise of the handset could have been ignored if it hadn't been so annoying to you. Apologizing to Sunghoon, you sneaked close enough to grab the handset from the other side of the worktop, still holding the boy between your legs as she alternated your gaze between him and the phone.
âAnswer itâ he whispered, smoothing your legs and trying not to kiss you while you answered.
As much as he wanted to do that, he wanted to hear you grumble while he kissed your neck or to hear you fight with him for making you make embarrassing sounds to whoever was on the other end of the line.
âHi, Dadâ well, maybe he really could do that then.
Sunghoon's lips slowly brushed against your chin, listening to you grumble as you spoke to your father. He already didn't like the older man, so it wouldn't hurt if you said Sunghoon's name out loud while he spread kisses all over your skin. Going down to your neck, tugging at the collar of his T-shirt â which you wore so beautifully â Sunghoon wanted to mark your skin.
âI⊠I didn't tell you I was back, I'm sorryâ so not even your father knew about your return to the country? That was intriguing, it almost made him stop kissing your skin. But Sunghoon remained strong, convinced that he wouldn't stop until you said his name.
âNo, I can't do that⊠Shitâ you almost let out a moan when Sunghoon nibbled at the perfect spot on your neck, matching the exact moment when he pressed his hips against yours âStopâŠâ you whispered to him as you moved the device far enough away so that your father wouldn't hear.
âNoâ he smiled and sealed your lips, letting you go back to talking to your father.
âDinner? ButâŠâ you faltered a little, trying to concentrate on the bullshit demands your father was trying to make of you. Without taking into account that you were going to Switzerland to try to get away from him and the way he tried to control your life, âI'm not going.â
âBut we need to make arrangements for you to meet Owen, after all, his father and I still think you two should get married.â
It was careless of you to put the phone away just as your father raised his voice on the other end of the line, echoing loud enough for Sunghoon to hear. You could have waved it off, disconnected the call and pretended that nothing had happened, but you knew it was too late when you no longer felt Sunghoon's ringtone.
He moved away from you slowly, his eyes focused on your face as he tried to explain what he had just heard.
You didn't even manage to answer your father properly, disconnecting the call straight away and putting the phone somewhere else on the worktop.
âSunghoonâŠâ
âGetting married, then?â he took a few steps out from between your legs, but remained standing in front of you.
âI'm not getting married, I justââ
âWhen were you going to tell me?â Sunghoon asked, his tone wavering as he continued to stare at you âWhen the date is set?â
âI've already said I'm not getting married, Sunghoon. My fatherâŠâ
âDid he set you up? Was he going to set you up with some business partner's son like in those shitty movies where you, rich, fall in love with a piece of shit like me, but are promised to someone full of money?â
Sunghoon never changed his tone of voice in all the years the two of you had known each other, it had been so different that you never imagined yourself in that scenario. Not even when you met him the night before, expecting him to yell at you and do something to hurt you. But no. Here you were again, hurting him as you had done.
âSunghoon, Iââ
âPlease, go awayâ Sunghoon walked over to the sink, his hands resting on it and his body forward, staring at anything in the dishes that was interesting enough for him not to look at you.
âButââ
âI told you to leave, Y/nâ the harsh, squeaky voice made your body cringe, you got off the counter and didn't dare approach him, even though you wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him what was going on. You thought he would listen to you, but Sunghoon seemed adamant.
Your body couldn't move, although you needed to get out of there when your vision started to blur and you felt your chest tighten. Sunghoon didn't hear any movement from you, so he turned his head to find you standing there in his kitchen.
He was no longer ashamed to cry in front of you, nor did he think he'd be able to hide it when it all mixed and pooled in his eyes, trailing down his cheeks, not unlike you.
âPlease, leave me alone. Please, Y/n.â
The pleading cut through your heart and you knew it was all because of you. Because you weren't able to say anything to him or even stop your father from saying all the shit he always said.
There was nothing left to do but leave Sunghoon's apartment, even though you wanted to stay. You knew that going back wouldn't be a good idea, but you didn't think you'd experience any of it either.
âYou're staying with us tonight, aren't you?â Jay's voice was a little louder than the music playing in the bar. Sunghoon turned to his friend and smiled weakly, admiring his persistence in thinking he would stay there on a Friday night. Even though he knew there was a good chance you'd show up.
He still didn't know how he was feeling after what had happened, and he also avoided Stella's little requests â through Jay â for him to text you or come to your apartment. Sunghoon had no idea what to feel or think in that situation, making his mind work on various scenarios that he created himself.
Thinking that you could have gone to Switzerland with that man your father had mentioned on the phone, or worse, he thought about how long you had been promised to someone rich and disgusting who had been your old father's choice. While Sunghoon could barely provide you with a decent life. Not that you needed it, because he knew you had enough money to buy his bar if you wanted to. A decent life was all you didn't need from him. That's why maybe someone from your world, the way you lived, would be better. That's why your father seemed so convinced of this, without ruling out any possibility that you might already be with someone else.
Not that he was that other person, there hadn't even been time for Sunghoon to make a formal request or even say that you were his. There was no time at all.
âI'm going homeâ Sunghoon replied after getting lost in his thoughts, seeing Jay's worried look in his direction.
The tray carrying the empty glasses went straight into the sink, and Sunghoon washed and sanitized them properly before leaving them to drain and waiting for Jake or Heeseung to finish the job.
âReally?â Jay leaned against the opposite side of the sink from where Sunghoon still stood, looking at the people coming in and out of the small dance floor. They were drunk enough to wave to Jake, who was pouring them a drink at the moment.
âReally, I think I need a restâ in reality, he didn't need a rest, he was just avoiding meeting you there in case you went. And Jay knew that very well.
âOkayâ he conceded, no longer wanting to push Sunghoon to say anything about it. He got up from where he was to walk over to his friend, ruffling the boy's dark, sweaty hair in front of him âAnything, call me, okay? I'm not drinking tonight because Stella and Alicia will probably want to leave here loaded,â he said, making Sunghoon laugh âSo I'll be chauffeuring you all night. Don't hesitate to call me if you need anything.â
âAnd neither will Iâ Jake appeared next to Jay âI drove here today and I can drop Alicia off at home if you need us at your apartmentâŠâ
âBoys' night?â Sunghoon joked.
âCome on, it's only desolate, sad girls who can do that?â Jake pouted and picked up a clean glass, grimacing at his two friends as he walked away to serve another group of people who had leaned over the bar.
Sunghoon felt terrible to see his friends' efforts to make him well, even if he didn't want to be sinking like that into something that was only hurting. He wished he could stay at the bar or even accept the boys' invitation to do something, but all he wanted was to be home. Maybe cry some more â out of resentment or anger â and drink whatever was in the fridge, then fall asleep until the next morning.
And that's what he did when he got to his apartment, at least the drinking part. He took off his shoes and coat, then went to the fridge and got three cans of beer. He sat down on the sofa and opened them one by one while thinking about his life recently.
He knew that sleep would be a long time coming because with every sip of beer, he wondered why all this was happening. Sunghoon had seen movies with this theme before, he had even heard of a book that Stella read about a rich guy who fell in love with a girl who wasn't rich. The only difference was that his story with you was the complete opposite. Sunghoon wasn't rich at all.
Laughing at life's misfortunes, he finished his third beer and risked opening the bottle of wine that Jake had bought and left at his friend's apartment for the next time they were all together. Perhaps he wouldn't mind if Sunghoon drank it all, because the occasion called for a little more alcohol and until the next meeting between friends, he would certainly buy Jake another bottle. And if it was for the heartbreak reason, which it really was, he knew his friend would forgive him for taking it all himself.
âI don't think that's going to be enoughâ Sunghoon muttered to himself as he opened the bottle and took the first sip of wine, the strange mixture of the previous taste of beer and the smooth grapes of the current drink. He had mixed a lot of things before, but this one was strange. Not that it mattered at the moment, Sunghoon just wanted to finish that bottle.
To feel nothing but sleep or for all that sensation to fade from his body, at least for a little while. Just long enough for him to recover enough so that, when he saw you again, he wouldn't act like an idiot in love. Even though you might be in the arms of someone other than him. Even if you were going to share a life with someone other than him. Sunghoon thought he was too late in proposing to you because he had wasted so much time without saying anything.
From the moment he met you at university until years after his courses ended, he was only able to talk about his feelings because you did it first. And even then you tore it all away from him in a matter of a short time. But even though it happened, if he had told you he loved you even before all that, Sunghoon could have enjoyed a little time being yours and you being his. In his arms.
And not that empty bottle of wine he was holding, hoping it would be you there.
Sunghoon usually woke up from his nap with his cell phone ringing in the early hours of Friday morning. Jake or Jay calls and he refuses to go to the bar to finish the drinks so that everyone would go home drunk. But now his nap had been interrupted by frantic knocks on the door.
The first thing he did was glance at the clock hanging on the opposite wall, showing that he had been asleep for less than twenty minutes. The empty bottle of wine was neatly placed on the coffee table in the living room and he had closed his eyes while still sitting on the sofa, without bothering to lie down or go to the bedroom.
The knocks continued and Sunghoon began to get anxious because the rapidity with which the noises were made against the door indicated that whoever was there was in a hurry. And maybe his friends needed him because something might have happened. Jay and Jake weren't drunk, as they had said in the bar before he left⊠So what could it be? He didn't want to think about anything else and ran the few steps from the sofa to the door, taking a long breath before opening it.
His hand trembled slightly against the handle as he turned it slowly and, with his other hand, Sunghoon unlocked the door.
He could have seen it through the peephole before opening it because the look of astonishment on your face when you stood in front of his apartment door wasn't something you could have rehearsed. You could see that Sunghoon wasn't expecting it and, strangely, you didn't care whether he liked it or not. It was as if you had already predicted that his reaction would be total astonishment.
Sunghoon couldn't say anything, amazed and even a little stunned by your presence there. Stopping to analyze the whole situation, your clothes were quite different from the ones you usually wore. No social attire, elegant clothes, or high heels. Instead, you were wearing jeans, a button-down shirt three times your size, and a completely messy ponytail. Your breathing was so ragged that you could only take deep breaths while looking at him.
âY/n?â Sunghoon practically whispered as he stared at you trying to take it all in. Afraid he'd say your name a little louder and it was just a drunken dream he was having.
To his surprise, you just nodded and took a step forward, still panting as you walked far enough into his apartment. Facing him squarely.
Already preparing yourself for the question he would ask, such as âwhat are you doing here?â or whatever, you tried to act on your feelings and prayed that he wouldn't interrupt you this time. The speed with which your lips touched his even shocked you because you didn't think you'd have such good aim just by lifting your own feet high enough to reach where you most wanted to touch him at that second.
Processing the event while still half-drowsy, Sunghoon smacked his lips to yours and then pulled away. Inches away from your face just to try to assimilate that you had just kissed him, and when you grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him against you again, he let himself go.
It wasn't as if he was going to stop you from kissing him, even though he had mixed feelings. But neither was he going to deny that he was kissing the woman he loved so much.
He was the first to give the go-ahead to deepen the kiss, opening his lips to receive your tongue and feeling you press your fingers into his shirt. When your tongue tangled with Sunghoon's, he put his hand around your waist to press you against him. His free hand closed the door in the same second to push your back against the cold wood and trap you between it and the tall, slender body in front of you.
In a contest of longing and need, your tongue and his played in sync as you felt Sunghoon's hand slide under the fabric of your shirt. Touching your skin and almost sending a shock through your whole body when he ran his short nails along your hip. A screaming need to feel him in every corner of your body, you craved it as much as he did and tried to show it as you kissed him even more.
Even though it was an almost impossible mission to say everything you felt for Sunghoon because it was beyond words and all you wanted was to make him understand you. That he would listen to you because surely his thoughts about everything that was happening were completely wrong. You wanted to prove it to him. And maybe you were on the right track.
When Sunghoon ran both hands down your hips, to your ass, and down to your thighs, the two slaps there were enough for you to understand that he wanted you in his arms. On his lap. And you didn't hesitate to jump up and wrap your legs around his body when he picked you up.
âTake me to your roomâ you smiled against his lips, slowly sliding down when you both needed some air, going to Sunghoon's ear âWe need to talk.â
âAbout what?â Sunghoon's breathy voice was so attractive and exciting, that you could swear you almost moaned just from the memories it brought back.
âAbout usâ you felt Sunghoon's arms squeeze your body in his lap, but at no time did the boy show any resistance as he pulled you away from the door to take you to his room.
The whole way was done in silence, feeling his gaze on you almost the whole way, except when he paid a little more attention so that he didn't hurt you or stumble by mistake. Even more so when your lips did a great job against his cheek, going down to his jaw and neck. It bought you time between Sunghoon's slow steps and the time it took you to think about how to start that conversation once you got to his room.
Why, what would you start by saying? And how would you start? Because telling Stella, Jay, and Jake had been easy. Smooth, even, with the possibility of your friends judging you. But because it was Sunghoon, the main character in all of this, things seemed to be even more complicated.
Your thoughts were interrupted when the two of you reached his room, Sunghoon slowly standing you up as he passed the door and closed it. His eyes glazed over your figure as he waited for your next move. His mind would have to work a million different ways now. Afraid that he would kick you out of the apartment once again or not listen to you explain while you had a lot to say, something crossed your mind and you prayed that it would work out. Not least because you'd need to concentrate on every word while you did everything you wanted to do.
One of your hands went to Sunghoon's abdomen, slowly moving up to his chest and giving it a gentle push. It was nothing compared to her strength and his size, at most moving the boy's body a centimeter in front of you. Enough for him to take a slow step backward.
âSit downâ you instructed softly, slowly pushing him towards his bed. You tried your best to make your voice sound calm as you watched him nod and walk backward to the bed, sitting down and leaning against the headboard. Your smile slowly followed his, but Sunghoon held his breath as you climbed onto the bed to sit on his lap, both hands resting on his broad shoulders.
âWhat are you doing? Weren't we going to talk?â he asked, his voice shaky and wavering as he felt your weight on his lap. Sunghoon frowned, not because he hated having you on his lap, on the contrary, but it had never crossed his mind to have a conversation in that position.
âWe willâ you leaned your forehead against his âBut I'm afraid you won't let me talk, so I thought I'd do something.â
âWhat thing?â Sunghoon asked when he felt your breath against his face, your warm breath against his freshly kissed and still reddened lips. You smiled, but he couldn't capture the moment because he had just closed his eyes to revel in every little sensation you gave his body.
Sunghoon had completely forgotten the old feeling that he didn't want to see you anymore, that he was avoiding you at all costs. He forgot everything the moment he felt your lips on his when you arrived at the apartment, and now, feeling you holding his face between your hands. Your little fingers caressing his skin â which would have been stained with tears tonight if you hadn't been here â and trailing around his jaw to his lower lip. You didn't respond immediately, nor did he complain when he felt you kissing him again.
It was like being addicted to something and needing it to live, regardless of whether he deserved it or not. Sunghoon knew he wouldn't be able to go on without kissing you and without having you. He didn't want to think about a world in which you wouldn't be with him as you are right now. Sunghoon just wanted to feel your tongue entwining with his slowly, urgently, and intensely. Your heavy breathing against his mouth almost drove him crazy, not least when you were rocking against his lap.
It was too much torture to feel you like that, the clothes getting in the way as you slowly rolled over in his lap. His cock, once semi-hard, was now hard enough to rub against your jeans and the pants he was wearing, creating the perfect friction for both of you.
âFuckâ he moaned against your mouth, stifling another moan when he felt your nails against his shoulders. Sunghoon wasn't going to question whether that was an effective method of conversation, but if you wanted to start like that, he wasn't going to stop you.
He ran his big hands down your shirt, finding your ass very well synchronized in slowly rolling over, at the same intensity as your tongue played with his. It was as if you wanted to make him feel the same movements inside your mouth and on top of your lap, as your clothed pussy rubbed against his cock.
âSunghoonâ you moaned his name, an extremely low blow. This made Sunghoon's fingers squeeze each side of your buttocks, stopping your hip movements.
âDo youâŠâ he sighed, his heartbeat accelerating as you pulled your mouth away from his âDo you want to talk like this?â
He looked like a lost, needy little animal, his big eyes staring at you and his chest rising and falling in gasping breaths. Such a beautiful sight that you missed it, and having it again was something you didn't want to miss.
Releasing Sunghoon's hands from your ass, you intertwined your fingers with his and left them next to your body, on the side of your thighs. If your expression wasn't so passionate, he could have sworn it was some kind of tease as you moved back against his lap.
âI want you to pay attention only to what I sayâ you whispered, squeezing his fingers and letting out a low moan as your clit rubbed exactly against his jeans and the head of his cock at that moment. That was all you needed âCan you do that for me?â
There was a minute's silence as Sunghoon pondered this because he couldn't concentrate on anything other than the movements you were making. It would be difficult to focus on your words while what he wanted most at that moment was to be inside you.
âI'll tryâ he managed to say before he felt you slip out of his lap.
The loss of contact made Sunghoon a little dizzy because he felt his cock ache, that friction was all he needed, but losing it suddenly made him feel weak. He looked at where you were, standing next to his bed as you unbuttoned your jeans and left only your big shirt. It was a punishment that it was that big and covered half your thighs⊠Why couldn't you wear one of the shirts you normally wore? They were small enough to go halfway down the buttons of the pants you wore, and not nearly as dressy as that one. He also didn't think about why you were undressing, let alone why you had gone back between his legs and now it was your fingers' turn to open the buttons on Sunghoon's pants.
âY/n, whatââ he tilted his head back and leaned against the headboard, his eyes closing and his breathing completely heavy as you lowered the fabric of his pants enough to free his cock from the tightness of his jeans and hold it over the fabric of the briefs he was wearing âFuck, youâŠâ
âI want you to understand that whatever I say is trueâ your thumb perfectly drew the line of his cock head covered in pre-cum that had already soaked through his underwear. Sunghoon moaned loudly at the touch and squirmed to try to get your hand away, feeling the slight slap you gave him before looking him in the eye.
Eye contact alone could make him come right there, without any further ministrations from you. Sunghoon could free himself in his boxers as he felt you draw circles on the head of his cock, but it couldn't be that easy. You weren't going to provoke him because he didn't deserve that at all. He deserved to be taken care of, to listen carefully to what you had to say, and, perhaps, to understand every word. He just prayed that everything would be said clearly, even if he was struggling against your touches to pay attention to the words.
You knew that the body language between the two of you was a great connection because when your fingers slid into the waistband of his pants, Sunghoon didn't even think to help you remove the fabric along with the underwear he was wearing, his cock being released in a mixture of relief and pain, slapping against the belly covered by the T-shirt he was still wearing. The garments went halfway down his thighs before he saw you move far enough away for him to pull them off and throw them on the floor beside the bed. Now with his lower half completely bare to you, exposed like that, Sunghoon knew he wouldn't be able to concentrate on anything. Not with you kneeling between his legs again.
âI want you to believe me, Sunghoonâ you whispered as you leaned in, your face close enough to his to say it, âDo you?â
He was quiet at that moment, just staring at you and hoping that something would formulate in the back of his mind. Sunghoon would believe⊠But in what? What, exactly, would he have to believe? What would you say would have to be done just for him to believe? Sunghoon's mind wasn't working very well at that moment, he seemed lost and excited and just agreeing was enough for you to continue whatever you were doing. He would only accept at that moment, fighting against any greater urge before actually listening to you. Or feel you, because he didn't know what you would do first.
Watching your slow movements as you slid between his legs, your face lowering just enough to get close to his cock and your mouth touching the head smeared with pre-cum.
âFuck youâ he muttered almost as a roar of relief when he felt your hot mouth suck the tip of his cock. The pop when you released it made Sunghoon moan low and almost cry from the contact.
Your hand firmly gripped the base of his cock, the narrow veins running along the length that filled you so well last time. You made eye contact with him the second your mouth returned to spilling the mushroom, the tip of your tongue making the perfect circle before your lips slowly slid down his cock.
âShit, Y/nâ he moaned. The sensation of having his cock swallowed by your warm, soft lips was divine. Your tongue felt his vein fissures and your throat accommodating the glans when you reached the bottom. You slid his cock out once more, but without taking it out completely as you did the first time, establishing a rhythm so slow that Sunghoon might have thought he was being tortured.
The torture in your eyes fixed on his, with your mouth full of his cock as you moved your head up and down in a rhythm that you set yourself to suck it. Sunghoon knew â and anyone else in those conditions â that it would be impossible for you to say anything at that moment, so delighting in your mouth around his cock was the perfect moment. Sunghoon wrapped his already-tangled hair between his fingers, taking advantage of the ponytail hairstyle he'd done before so that he could hold onto you with one hand and the other wrapped around your jaw.
âYou're doing so good, babeâ Sunghoon said, his thumb caressing your cheek and spreading a little of your saliva that fell each time you took his cock deeper into your mouth until it touched your throat. He moaned your name every time you proved that your vomit reflex was in perfect condition. You took him so deep that Sunghoon knew he could come right there, in the warmth of your lips as he felt you speed up your movements.
He pressed his thumb against your jaw as you moved your mouth up and down his cock faster, your gaze never leaving Sunghoon's fucked face above you. Your name was said with each heavy breath and the moans he let out were like the most beautiful melody you could have heard in your life.
âI'm going to⊠Y/n, pleaseâŠâ Sunghoon didn't want to come so quickly, he didn't want to look so weak for a blowjob as well done as yours. And it seems that you didn't want him to come so soon either, because your mouth began to move slowly down his cock until it stopped completely. Your tongue makes the same circle around the head of his cock until you let go, again, with a pop.
How pornographic that sound could be when accompanied by Sunghoon's hoarse moan at the same moment. You knew your panties were wet enough just from the sounds and feel of his cock inside your mouth, but you didn't care anymore. Not when you also had to concentrate because your words weren't finished. You had a few more things to say to him. Before returning to Sunghoon's lap, you discarded your sticky, wet panties, almost in the same spot next to the bed where his clothes were, and it was only at that moment that you returned to your old spot â his lap.
âYou drive me crazy, you know that?â he was visibly stunned and you secretly liked that effect, the hint that he didn't want to see you had finally disappeared and now the faint smile Sunghoon was giving you was the perfect indication that he had your undivided attention.
âIn a good way?â you asked, your tone low and your hips hovering in the air so as not to touch your naked pussy to his cock just yet.
âIn the best of waysâ he said, tilting his head towards yours to capture your lips this time.
It was Sunghoon's turn to start the kiss a little less slowly than the two of you had shared so far. His hands held your face on either side and he could feel your jaw moving during the kiss as his thumbs made the perfect line to your chin. And you knew that this would be the perfect moment since Sunghoon's hands were busy holding your face, he wouldn't stop you.
You slid your hand between the two bodies and gripped his cock, taking advantage of the fact that your saliva would be the perfect combination of lubrication with how wet your pussy was. Then you simply slid the head of his cock between your folds, opting to tease him another time, and slid it in far enough until it found its entrance. It didn't take you long to slide his cock in effortlessly.
âFuck, shit. Iââ Sunghoon didn't have time to reason or even say anything to you when his cock was already completely inside your pussy. He wouldn't deny something like that, he wouldn't stop you, but feeling your pussy swallow his cock without any warning was one of the most delicious sensations he'd ever felt.
Sunghoon's hands left your face to grip your hips before you could start any movement. He didn't want to teach you anything, he wanted to let you guide yourself as you felt most comfortable, but he needed to feel the way you moved as well as have his cock inside you. So when you raised your hips for the first time and then lowered yourself in a not-so-slow movement, he tightened his fingers on your hips in response, moaning your name.
âSunghoonâ you moaned, but you wanted to call him out as you put your idea into action. He just grunted as he felt you move again on his lap, your pussy swallowing his cock so well that it was hard to say anything âI want you to unbutton my shirt while I talk to youâŠâ
âFuck, noâ he moaned as you went down on his cock again, a little faster this time.
He didn't want to deny it, but it was hard to concentrate. So Sunghoon knew he had to be guided, and you knew you had to do it when you took his hands and led them to the first button of your shirt.
âJust concentrate on that and my words.â
He wanted to ask if this was how you behaved when you were the boss of the company or when you had to deal with someone from your work or even your father. The authoritative yet cautious way you spoke to him made his cock twitch inside you. And he wondered how it was possible for you to keep your tone while resting your hands on his shoulder and forcing your legs up and down on his cock.
Sunghoon leaned his head back against the headboard, the moans becoming frequent and released without any pause. The sound of slapping skin as you began to hump faster, his pelvis meeting yours, and the wet, squishing sound of your pussy every time you swallowed him. His fingers were trembling as he managed to unbutton the first button, moving down to the second and losing himself for a moment when the walls of your pussy squeezed him tight.
âI'm not going to make it with you⊠squeezing me like thatâŠâ
âYou can do it, Hoonieâ he could have easily turned you against that mattress and fucked you so hard with his hooded provocations and authoritarian requests in that situation. But he didn't have the strength, let alone the courage, to disobey your requests while you slowed down your movements because you knew it was hard for him. Sunghoon managed to unbutton the second button and went down to the next one, his eyes slowly opening to look at you.
Your smile was angelic even in the position he was in and the way you were rubbing up against him. Now, going back and forth with your clit deliciously rubbing against his pelvis and, when you moved a little more, you could rub against his cock covered in all your essence before getting just the tip inside your hole and sliding it into you again. He didn't want to ask where you'd learned it or if you'd even practiced, maybe Sunghoon was lucky enough to have been the first to feel it because you were so horny that you tried out the wildest fantasies in your mind. And that's exactly what it was, but you'd never tell him.
âSunghoonâ you called him again when your rolls and movements became less intense. You still kept them up but in a more sensual way. You wanted to emphasize your words and let him finish the buttons on your shirt. He looked you in the eye, the shine in that gaze and the intense way in which Sunghoon stared at you was the certainty of everything you felt. You leaned forward, your slightly sweaty forehead touching his and your panting breaths mingling with each other âYou're the only one for me.â
âWhat?â he finished unbuttoning your shirt, given the circumstances of your slow movements. A respite for the poor man with a hard-on and his hard, aching cock being swallowed by your pussy.
Opening your shirt and revealing your bra, he didn't even bother to look at the lace or anything else, because your voice was the only thing he was concentrating on at that moment. The two of you kept staring at each other until you finally took off your shirt and took the opportunity to get rid of your bra, knowing that you had tortured Sunghoon enough to make him unbutton every button.
You pulled away from him to pull up his shirt, and he was quick to get the message and get completely naked, just as you were on top of him. You leaned your forehead against his again, your skin glistening against the light in the room and the sweat emanating from your shared activities.
âI don't want anyone but youâ you kissed his lips slowly, moving your hips back in the same way âI've never been with anyone but you andââ
Sunghoon knew it was enough, he knew he just needed that confirmation. Even if you'd been trying to say it all along and he was too stubborn â and jealous â to listen. He wanted to suffer in silence rather than listen to what you had to say. But after today and what you did, he could no longer have any doubts about the things that were happening.
Giving him all to reverse positions, pressing your back down on the mattress, and getting on top of you, Sunghoon lined his cock up in your pussy without wasting any time in being inside you again.
âSay it again,â he whispered as he began to thrust his cock into you. Sunghoon's face lined up on the curve of your neck as he thrust his cock into you at a slow but strong pace. The sound of his pelvis against your skin was enough to make you forget your words. Now you understood why he couldn't speak so perfectly when you were on top. It was hard to think of anything coherent while you felt his cock going deep inside you.
âI don't⊠Shitâ you moaned softly as his cock drove deep, hitting the perfect spot inside your warm walls and making your nails slide down his back. Sunghoon kissed your neck, smiling against your skin at the effect he caused just by slowly thrusting his cock into you. âI don't want anyone else but youâ saying it quickly hadn't been a mistake, not least because you knew that once he heard it, it would be enough to feel you faster.
And that's what happened. As if you knew him so well, Sunghoon raised his face to look at your every expression as he began to fuck his cock into your pussy. The fast, strong movements made your body sway beneath him and the overwhelming sound of your arousal coursed through his cock every time it moved in and out of you. Sunghoon rested one hand on the side of your body, the other gripped the headboard so tightly that his fingers might have hurt afterward from the force with which he held on. But it was all a consequence of all the sensations repressed while he fucked you as he pleased.
Sunghoon ignored the burning in your back caused by your nails in his skin, and he also ignored the fact that your thighs were squeezing him so tightly that, if it weren't for the speed with which he moved his hips against yours, you would surely have been able to stop him in a few moves. But he wouldn't give up, he wouldn't stop.
âI can't take it⊠I can'tâŠâ you pulled his face close to yours, mouths too close together.
âDo you want to cum?â he asked, your nod the only source of confirmation as you moaned his name against his lips.
Sunghoon nodded too, knowing he wasn't that far away from you as his cock throbbed inside your pussy. The way you sucked him so well was the perfect indication that he had to come right there to claim what was rightfully his. Your pussy and all of you.
He let you kiss him again, messy with drool, totally sloppy as he felt his hips stutter in their movements. You were getting more and more desperate and this was proven by the way your moans were swallowed by his lips and your pussy clenching him tightly.
It wasn't long before you came against his cock, the muscles in your pussy convulsing around his length. Without delay, Sunghoon knew you wouldn't be strong enough to take it, so he came straight away. The load of cum he poured into your pussy was hot and thick, every part of you squeezing him, milking his cock a little more until the last drop of cum he poured into you dried up.
Gasping and with your lips still pressed together, you gave one last loud sigh after moaning his name against his lips. Smiling along with Sunghoon as you both recovered a little from your rapid breathing.
He didn't want to open his eyes at that moment, afraid that everything would happen again. You and him having sex, and then Sunghoon found out that you were leaving for another country, and that made his heart hurt even more when he opened his eyes and didn't see you on the other side of the bed.
Sunghoon could have sworn he had hugged your waist the entire night after the two of you slept together, but you were no longer by his side. Again.
A lump formed in his throat at the thought that this was happening again, and even worse after you said everything you said. It wouldn't be indicative of anything if you spoke and still walked away like you did with him. Was that why you had asked him to believe you? So you could have another night together and now you're going to another country? Well, what would it be this time? It would have to be something further away than Switzerland because Sunghoon swore he could travel there after you again if that was the case.
Not wanting to think about it anymore, pushing away his blurred vision with a strong breath and trying not to focus on the tightness he was feeling in his chest, he stretched his hand beside the bed just to feel for his underwear and put them on, quickly leaving the room without paying attention to nothing else. It wouldn't be new for him to be left by you, but this time Sunghoon had to put an end to what he was feeling because he couldn't afford to be chased, to listen to you, to have sex with you, and then watch you leave. He couldn't allow that because Sunghoon would suffer every time, while he wouldn't know why you did all that.
He wanted not to think about those things, he wanted not to feel like crying as he walked around the apartment. But in vain, a tear had already fallen down his cheek and before Sunghoon even wiped it away, he almost felt his heart come out of his mouth when he found your figure in the kitchen.
You were wearing his t-shirt from the night before, and your eyes were focused on the small recipe book as you had some ingredients in front of you. With the sound of his footsteps, your attention was no longer on the words written by Sunghoon's grandfather in that worn notebook, but rather on the crying boy standing at the kitchen door.
âHey, Hoonieâ you would smile if it werenât for the sight of Sunghoonâs cloudy eyes and wet cheek. You quickly walked towards him and held the face of the man in front of you, wiping away the second tear that was about to fall down the middle of his cheek âWhat is it? What happened?"
He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a tight hug and sniffling softly against your hair.
âI thought you were gone againâ he whimpered, letting a few more tears fall as he felt you hug him.
Relief would be best described in the middle of that hug, over any feeling Sunghoon swore he felt after waking up. He felt your lips kiss his bare shoulder and then slowly slide down his arms until you faced him.
âIâm not going anywhere anymoreâ you smiled, kissing him on the lips âAnd thatâs why we need to talk.â
âFor real now, right? Without my dick inside you?â
âSunghoon!â you slapped his arm as you walked away, hearing the boy's captivating and welcoming laugh.
He noticed you were making his grandfather's famous coffee, or trying to replicate the little details. Just like he did that day in your apartment. The nostalgic moment brings him back to the day you told him you were in love with him. You revealed your feelings and let him say them too.
As you went back to preparing coffee, you felt Sunghoon's arms wrap around your waist and hug you from behind. He rested his face on your shoulder to pay attention while you concentrated there.
âI think I'm ready to listen to you nowâ he said as calmly as if he hadn't been almost desperate minutes before.
He also wouldn't say that he thought about traveling to another country if the scenario repeated itself. Maybe you thought he was crazy, or not so much because you knew Sunghoon enough to know that he would be capable of that since his first feeling was denial that you came back this time. Now all he had to do was go after it if it happened. What he wouldn't do and you would say so clearly to him.
âYou were right when you said that my Dad tried to set me up with a partnerâs son and everythingâŠâ Sunghoon knew there was no way to hide the tightening of his muscles, the arms around your waist tightening a little more and the jaw resting on your shoulder becoming harder as he listened to you. You knew this would happen, so you had to be quick in your explanations âThatâs very much a movie scene, isnât it?â
"What?" he asked, trying to ignore the amusement in your tone. This wasn't fun at all, why were you making it out to be?
âThe Dad trying to arrange a marriage for his daughter and the heiress of his companyâ you laughed softly as you poured some coffee powder into the machine, focusing on the mixture of sugar and cinnamon that was described on the sheet on the other side of the counter âBut my life itâs not a movie.â
"What do you mean by that?" Sunghoon was visibly confused, his hands resting against your stomach.
âI mean thatââ you stopped yourself, hearing the coffee machine start to make noise as it prepared the liquid that the two of you would drink right away. Turning around in Sunghoon's arms, your hands finally palmed his bare chest. âMy father tried to control this in my life, but he couldn't. And thatâs why I went to Switzerland.â
If he was confused before, he was even more so now. And as he listened to you calmly, everything, even though it made sense, left him shocked.
Sunghoon knew that your father always tried to control everything in your life, and it was one of the biggest reasons why you always vented to him. Having someone control almost everything for you was extremely annoying, a tremendous invasion of privacy. But as soon as you learned that your father wanted to make you marry his business partner's son, it sounded like a ridiculous joke to you. It was a movie you could see with Stella at a movie theater as they discussed how life tried to imitate art, but not when you objected to it.
âThat night I showed up at your bar crying, it was because I decided to leave for Switzerland without anyone knowing. I wanted to escape yet another choice in my life made by my fatherâ you sighed slowly, Sunghoon's fingers caressing your waist through your â his â t-shirt. You felt his lips slowly against the top of your head and you smiled because they remained there âOnly you knew through that letter. I didnât even tell Stella, but⊠I knew you would show her and the boys, so it was okay because I trust you all.â
He moved his lips from your head to your forehead, breathing deeply against your skin. Now that things were starting to make sense, Sunghoon swore he felt even more angry towards your father.
âThis trip was to organize my mind on how I would face my father in this situation because it wasn't easy to make him change his mindâ you sighed âWell, you heard it on the phone that day.â
âUnfortunatelyâ he whispered, not wanting to interrupt you even if you wanted to hear him.
The noise of the coffee machine interrupted your thoughts for a brief moment, then you turned back in his arms to pour a good amount into the two cups in front of you. Sunghoon slid his arms around your waist again, still hugging you and not wanting to let go so soon.
âI came back because I decided to lead my own life, I didn't want him to do that for me anymoreâ preparing the coffee was done with a shaking hand because you felt like crying every time you thought about the fights against your father.
The harsh words he said to you while you refused to follow what he wanted for you. Of all the years he was in control of your life, it was time for things to change. You felt a feather-light kiss that Sunghoon placed on your shoulder when you signaled that the coffee was ready. He picked up the cup and walked to the other side of the counter so he was facing you.
âAnd also because I resigned from his company because he simply said I couldnât get married when I was already committed to someone else.â
He almost spat out his coffee when he heard it come out of your mouth so nonchalantly. Those new attitudes from such a carefree Y/n were not something Sunghoon was used to, especially after you gave an innocent smile as if you hadn't said the craziest thing out loud.
"You're kidding, right?" he tried to catch his breath after coughing a few times, resting the cup on the kitchen counter âY/n, you canât do this.â
âI can and I did, Sunghoonâ you smiled with your lips against your cup as you sipped your hot coffee âI talked about being in love with you since university, that I didn't want to be the boss of that shit company anymore and that I quit because I simply I wanted to have control of my own life and do what I wanted.â
As much as it was something he wanted to hear at all costs, Sunghoon couldn't be selfish enough to let you miss out on things because part of you had told your father about your feelings for him.
âDid you tell him about me?â Sunghoon asked, seeing you nod as you drank more coffee.
Possibly your father had cursed Sunghoon the moment he heard you say that he owned a bar and not the owner of a company. He knew this should have happened.
âWhy are you looking at me like that?â your voice took him away from his thoughts for a while, he picked up the cup of coffee again, looking at the dark liquid now, trying not to focus on your intense gaze.
âYou canât just give up your life for your feelings, Y/n.â
âYou mean the money?â he didn't see the eye roll you gave, otherwise he would scold you for it and continue saying how wrong you were for doing those things.
âI mean thatââ
It hurt Sunghoon to have to think, and to be about to say that out loud. But just as you were being sincere, he could tell you what he thought too. It wouldn't be a judgment on his part and he hoped you wouldn't be offended, especially because he also had the right to think that way.
âThe guy your father wants you to be with has money and a good lifeâ he bit the tip of his tongue at the thought of another man being with you. Even if it was to make his father happy, Sunghoon just couldn't do it. âHe's from your world, Y/n.â
"My world?" your shaky voice made him look up from the coffee to your face. You looked strangely sad, and he didn't want you to feel that. You should be happy, maybe, Sunghoon also didn't know what to think anymore.
âYeah, he has money, I donâtâ Sunghoon took a big sip of coffee âWeâre from two different worlds, you know?â
âNoâ you replied quickly, the thud of the cup against the counter on the other side made Sunghoon shrug his shoulders momentarily.
"Why not?" he placed the cup back, walking around the counter ever so slowly to get closer to you again. He wanted to touch you and you would possibly hit him because of the way you were looking at him. He didn't want to see you like this either, but he risked pulling you against him and bringing your face closer to his.
âBecause I donât want a world where youâre not in it, Park Sunghoonâ your pout dismantled him at that moment, matching the shape of your words âYou are my world.â
Fuck your father's opinion and thoughts and Sunghoon's pride in trying to think that you should follow another path. He wouldn't be stupid enough to push you onto someone else, not when you were there, openly saying that you gave up a lot of things because of him. Much of it was because of you and your wishes, but if that included Sunghoon, he wouldn't waste it.
Sunghoon kissed you so slowly, feeling the taste of the freshly drunk coffee and your warm lips against his. Your hands quickly went to his hair and Sunghoon hugged you so tight, afraid you would run away and believe his words from minutes ago. Fuck money, fuck everything. You said he was your world, and he wanted to be your world just like you were his.
âI love youâ Sunghoon whispered after kissing you, his lips still hovering over yours âI love you so much I donât want you to leave.â
âI love you so much moreâ you whispered back, snuggling into his arms as you felt Sunghoonâs heartbeat against your chest as you felt him hold you in that hug. âAnd Iâm not going anywhere without you now.â
âPromise?â
âI promiseâ you kissed his lips once again, and Sunghoon could scream with happiness to finally have you in his arms.
Being able to wake up every morning and feel your body on the other side of the bed with the certainty that you wouldn't leave. He knew he would have to face your father sooner or later, but he also knew that your request the night before to believe in you was what was worth it. Sunghoon would believe in you at all times because being together with you, nothing else mattered.
âBy the wayâ you smiled slowly when he began to undo his arms around your body, moving away so he could return to the other side of the counter and drink the rest of the coffee. He would prepare food afterward because the drink alone wouldn't be enough.
âSay it, loveâ he encouraged you when he didnât hear you continue. Raising an eyebrow at you as he brought the cup to his lips to finish the contents and pay attention to what you had to say.
âIs there space at your bar? I donât want to be without work.â
Sunghoon truly laughed as he walked back behind you, leaning down enough to place the cup into the sink. He wouldn't imagine someone like you working in his crazy bar, not when you didn't behave like the people who worked there. Not even Stella would work there.
âMaybe you should ask Stella for help with this, babyâ Sunghoon kissed the side of your neck, causing a slight shiver to run across your skin âI donât want you to work in my bar because I know the type of customers I have there.â
"Jealous?" you joked.
"Jealous of you? Definitelyâ he nibbled your skin, watching you shiver even more.
Continued to laugh at your reaction and your protests about being a good employee, maybe even better than his three best friends. You could team up with Stella and attract more clientele to the bar, even if the establishment doesn't need it. It was Sunghoon's turn to feel a shiver run down his spine at the idea of ââmen staring at you or trying to flirt with you, just like he saw them doing with any girl who frequented his bar. Now that the two of you were together, he knew that being jealous was nothing compared to what he would experience with you.
But if it was the same way he was being, laughing at your protests, receiving your kisses as he scooped up the pancake batter, and listening to you grumble about wanting to work with Stella now, he would love to live by her side. Because you were his world, just like he was his.
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Spencer Reid x Fem!reader
Summary: After a series of murders at your university, the FBI has decided to give you a bodyguard. The problem is that he is extremely cute and can hardly protect himself, especially from you and your charms.
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TW: mentions of murder, crime, blood and also a plot twist???. spicy insinuations. spencer from the first seasons. english isn't my first language (sorry for my mistakes, be kind please).
Note: I'm really excited about this, I love Spencer Reid in all seasons, but in the early ones he had something different that drove me crazy. Also, this is the first time I write here and I'm nervous.
⥠Enjoy! âĄ
It was supposed to be a normal day, but agents showed up at your door to stop you from going to class and left you under the watchful eye of the youngest of them, Dr. Spencer Reid. It was a precaution to protect you from the killer who has been stalking the campus, killing girls with similar profiles to yours.
You weren't afraid and insisted that it wasn't necessary until you saw him. The mere thought of spending time alone with the man made you more excited than you would have liked. He was very tall, skinny and could barely look you in the eye for more than five seconds without looking away absolutely blushing.
You had decided not to talk to him or act suspicious, but for some reason you liked the idea of him helping you with your biology homework. You were studying pre-med at the behest of your parents and were having trouble understanding some of the material. Spencer saved your life when he offered to help you and told you about his multiple doctorates.
âYou are amazing, like a genius.â You said in surprise when he read the big book you had on the table in just five minutes and left a bunch of notes in it.
He blushed again, trying to adjust his glasses to hide it so it wouldn't show. Reid was doing his best to be professional and not let his guard down, he had to be vigilant in case you were in danger.
âIt's nothing. I hope it helps you.â He said, giving you a little smile.
You nod and look at the television behind him. They were airing a new report on the latest murders, showing photos of the victims and interviews with family members. Everyone cried and repeated how unfair it was to lose their prodigy daughters to a madman. You thought about how they made such a simple TV show about spilled blood without thinking about it, just trying to paint the girls who had tormented you for several years as white doves.
âDon't worry, you're safe here. I can promise that.â Spencer spoke as he followed your gaze. He was trying to comfort you and take away any fear with his presence.
âI know.â You smile at him with innocence. You were more than capable of protecting yourself and you knew it.
There was an awkward moment of silence, so you offered him coffee to break it. You went to the kitchen and poured two cups, watching from afar as he talked on the phone in the meantime. You couldn't help but notice the nervousness in his voice as he repeated to his colleagues that all was well with you.
âShe's pretty, isn't she?â Penelope's voice rang through the phone in Reid's ear and sent shivers down his spine. âI saw some pictures in internet.â
âI...maybe...yes.â He mumbled, trying not to let you hear him. "How does that matter or help the case?"
As you used the coffeepot, Spencer looked you over from head to toe. He couldn't deny how attractive you were and how much his heart raced when you were around. His extreme lack of flirting skills and his clear differences with you saved him from the temptation you were.
âJust have fun, lover boy. You need it.â The woman smiled proudly and hung up the call before he could answer.
The two poured cups were already on the table, you sat down on the sofa by the window to start reading the notes he had left in your medical book. His impeccable handwriting made you shudder, it was unbelievable that someone with so much knowledge would waste time trying to take care of you from yourself and not even realize it.
âYou're okay?â He asked with a soft voice, sitting in front of you.
âYes, just reading your notes.â
âSorry, I put too many. But I can mark the important ones for you.â He gently took the book from your hands and began to place himself between the paragraphs with one of his fingers.
Your eyes fell on his hands, the way he moved them over the pages of the book bringing inappropriate thoughts to your mind. You hadn't noticed before how perfect every part of him seemed, especially now that he was spouting complex biological terms without even flinching. You were aware of your own intelligence and proud of it, but you would have liked to be like him...or at least have him around.
âIs something wrong?â He asked confused as he noticed how you had been watching him.
âSorry. I was thinking of biology...nothing better to look at to understand the theory.â You said to justify your indiscretion.
âOh sure, it helps. According to several studies, the human being has three main systems for perceiving information: visual, auditory and kinesthetic.â He began to explain quickly. âThis theory was put forward in 1988.â
âMaybe that can help me.â You suggested, trying to look away from him.
He nods and start to talking again.
âYou were watching, that was visual. And you heard me talking before, that was auditory.â
âAnd what is kinesthetic?â You asked, even though you knew what the answer was.
Spencer swallowed before speaking, trying to hide his nervousness at the sudden change in tone of the conversation. He was glad to know that he had been able to turn the situation around and put the recent crimes out of his mind, he had been worried that they would affect you.
âIs what is learned through sensation and movement.â He finally said with his voice trembling slightly.
âCan I...?â You try to ask, but he nods before you can finish the sentence.
You stop looking into his eyes and take his hand, put it on your legs and start tracing lines with your finger over his scarred veins. You could feel him shudder every time you touched him, and his mutterings about the technical names of each became inaudible.
âThis is the radial artery, provides oxygenated blood to the hands and fingers.â You start to talking, looking him to the eyes again and letting your hand enjoy the softness of his.
âYes...yeah, it is.â His voice came out as a whisper, as if he was losing control of the situation. No one had ever touched him in such a way before.
The smell of coffee mixed with his cologne is almost addictive and begins to drive you crazy. Just touching his hands was not enough, something inside you wanted more and the ideas running through your head began to torment you. You knew it wasn't right and that your own sanity was in jeopardy, he was one of the good guys and you not so much. It just wasn't right for you to mix, let alone under the current circumstances.
âI should check the perimeter.â Spencer rose from his seat and slowly moved his hand away from yours. He need to go away before something incorrect happened.
All the words were caught in your throat at that moment. You didn't want him to walk away yet.
âIt's not necessary.â You got up after him, preventing him from walking to the door and being able to leave. âEveryone is in their classes now, the residence is empty and your coffee is going to get cold.â
Spencer knew you were right. He couldn't go against logic, so he sat back down on one of the couches and took a sip of the coffee you had poured for him. He did his best to avoid your gaze, but it was impossible when you were looking out the window and absentmindedly sipping your coffee.
âDo you think they'll find the killer?â You asked, trying to make conversation after watching through the glass as police cruisers drove around campus.
âOf course, no one else will have to get hurt and everything will be back to normal for you.â He replied without taking his eyes off you.
âI don't think you get to decide that.â You blurt out without thinking.
The phrase and your tone were enough to make him stand up and walk towards you. He put a hand on your shoulder out of inertia, to give you support and reassure you a little.
âYou don't need to be afraid.â He gave you a small reassuring smile and you felt the warmth of his touch.
You took a tentative step toward him, shortening the distance between your bodies. You raised your gaze to meet his, feeling at his mercy because of the difference in height. You weren't thinking too hard and didn't hesitate to put your hand on his cheek, caressing it.
âWhat are you doing?â He asked, trying not to get carried away by your touch.
âTo thank you for being here and helping me.â You had a burst of courage and stood on tiptoe to give him a resounding kiss on the cheek.
Then you moved your face far enough away to look at him and see his blush. He looked so affected by a simple kiss on the cheek that you couldn't help but move closer again, this time with his fingers on your chin.
âYou can't. We can't.â He stopped the approach just a couple of inches from their lips colliding.
âWhy? Because I'm part of your job?â You questioned in frustration, unable to tear your eyes away from his mouth.
âI'm here to keep you safe.â He tried to sound calm and professional, though his voice trembled.
âI'm very safe now.â You assured him, grabbing his arms and wrapping them around your waist. âNo one can hurt me here.â
Without Spencer being able to notice, a small moan escaped him at your action.
âThere's a killer on the loose.â He insisted, trying to be the voice of reason even though he couldn't look away from your lips.
âTrust me, a kiss won't bring him here. I'm sure of it.â You replied as you noticed him slowly pulling away from you.
A curse tried to come out of your mouth at the rejection and lack of his touch at your waist, but before you could finish it, his lips were on yours and his hands were pressing you against him.
His lips were as soft as his hands, but the way they moved over yours was not soft at all. At first, even his tongue seemed to ask your permission to continue. It took several seconds of clear acceptance before the uncertainty of his kiss disappeared and was replaced by need.
You took advantage of the fact that you were in front of the big couch to push him off and you both fell on top of him, having only a few seconds to catch your breath before continuing. He gave you a quick, tender kiss before pulling his hands away from your back to remove his glasses, which were already fogged up and out of place. But your hand stopped him just before he could put them down on the table.
âDo not take off your glasses. I really like them.â You whispered still over his mouth.
âAs you wish.â He said before kissing you again and letting himself enjoy himself under you, without thinking about anything else.
At that moment you knew that maybe committing a few more murders to keep him around wasn't such a bad idea.
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Rin Itoshi and female s/o taking each other first time
omgggggg i tried to make it romantic and sweet but i do love a slutty ass dude who's in control so apologies if this isnt exactly what u wanted hehe
warnings: 18+ MDNI, fem!reader, virgin!rin, virgin!reader, fingering, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, tit sucking, "just the tip" pfft, slight manipulation, brief condom use, premature ejaculation, creampie.
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Your heart races as you watch Rin scroll through his phone and find some music to play. He looks so serious, though thatâs nothing new. You donât dare speak, worried youâll say the wrong thing if you do. He looks up at you, briefly, offering a weak smile before looking through his phone again.
âWe donât have to do this, you know.â he tells you without even looking at you. You watch him as he starts hooking up his phone to the Bluetooth speaker in your room, and you shuffle uncomfortably on top of your bed.
âI want to⊠âm just scared.â you confess, breath shaking slightly as you exhale. âDo you still want to?â you wonder, feeling shy as you ask. Youâre sure he wouldnât be here if he didnât want to, though.
Rin doesnât do anything he has no interest in.
âYeah.â he tells you, setting his phone down before looking back at you, finally. Heâs so far away, it feels too formal. Though you assume he wants to set the pace and make sure everything is comfortable for you both before you proceed. âWe agreed,â
âI know.â you nod, recalling the moment you decided as teenagers to give each other your virginities if you hadnât lost them after you turned twenty. âJust checking.â
The concept of Rin being single, let alone a virgin, is something you canât even begin to comprehend. Youâve been best friends with him since you could talk. You remember him having no interest in you until you forced your way into playing soccer games with him and his brother. You soon gave it up once you got what you wanted, but youâve been inseparable ever since.
Girls have always thrown themselves at Rin, but he never cared. Not really. You remember him having one girlfriend and it never went anywhere. It only lasted three weeks. He told you the gory details of their sex lives, though. Only because you asked.
It didnât go past hand stuff.
âI brought condoms.â he tells you, pulling a box from his bag and setting them down on the desk heâs sitting by.
âI- Iâm on the pill.â you respond. âI heard it feels better without⊠those. But we should use them.â
âOkay, yeah.â he agrees.
â⊠but we donât have to.â
âIâll use one.â he assures you, not wanting to make you feel pressured to go raw for his benefit. Though youâre sure it would be for yours, too. âIf you want me to take it off, I can do that.â
You nod, agreeing.
âThis is soâŠâ you think, searching around the room for any inspiration of a descriptor to use. He stares at you, intently, wondering what you might say. Heâd never tell you, but heâs just as nervous as you are. Of course he has an edge of experience ahead of you, but heâs still clueless. He wants to make sure this is going to be nice for you.
Perfect, if possible.
âWhat?â
âFormal.â you shrug.
âOh, Iâm sorry.â he responds, scratching his neck as he thinks about what you told him. He looks around, feeling a little too awkward to make eye contact. âI just want to make sure everythingâs going to be okayâŠâ
âItâs fine, youâre right.â you smile, âI just thought my first time would be⊠romantic. Itâs stupid, Iâm sorry.â you shake your head, dismissing the idea.
You knew youâd end up here with him eventually. You had no intention of losing your virginity to anyone else, after all. Youâve been in love with him for years, and finding out he got a girlfriend almost killed you. It was hard hearing about how they became intimate, but you were so fucking relieved when they broke up.
He only decided to get a girlfriend because he thought you werenât interested in him, though. Youâve always been a forbidden fruit he wouldnât dare try to cross a line with. Youâre his best friend, after all. He wouldnât want the romantic feelings he has towards you to ruin that.
âItâs not stupid.â he assures you. âHere, pick some music.â he hands you his phone.
You start to scroll and realise youâre looking on a playlist he created aptly named sex playlist. It makes you giggle, but you donât comment. And you donât pay him any mind as he leaves the room while you continue searching for a song.
The boy has good taste, you soon realise.
He comes back a few minutes later with some candles from a nearby cupboard. He knows you too well. You hoard them, you always have. You get an abundance each year for Christmas and rarely use them. He starts lighting them and placing them around the room.
You finally look up as he turns the light on, the room dimly lit by the burning flames scattered around.
âIs this better? I should have gotten some rose petals or somethingâŠâ
âN-No, this is fine.â you smile, âThank you, Rinnie, this is nice.â
He clears his throat and sits beside you on your bed. You quickly hand him his phone, prompting him to lean over to place it back down on your desk.
Your heartbeat begins to increase rapidly as he faces you. You havenât even so much as kissed before, let alone what else will follow. He reaches out to caress your face, and it takes all of your willpower to not flinch.
âR-Rin⊠do you, um, d-do you watchâŠâ
âPorn? Yeah. Do you?â
His reply makes your face flush with heat and the thought of confessing your own truth makes you even hotter. You look away from him, twiddling your fingers in your lap and looking at those instead.
âI know it wonât be like that⊠itâs your first time. And mine.â he reminds you.
Heâs always been so mature. And youâre glad heâs doing all he can to put you at ease. He puts a finger under your chin, forcing you to look up at him again. You gulp, nervously, before nodding. He smirks at that.
âGood, Iâm glad,â he tells you, beautiful jade eyes flickering with flames as he stares at you. âMeans you know what you like.â he leans into you, an attempt to kiss which you immediately back away from. And you apologise, profusely, assuring him that youâre still a little nervous.
âIâ I know guys can, you know, it can be quick⊠s-so donât feel bad.â
âDonât worry about that.â he shakes his head. âIf I cum quickly, Iâll make sure you finish.â
He closes the distance between the two of you, his lips planting softly on your own. His eyes close as he loses himself to it, though you keep yours open for a little while as you process what is happening.
Youâre making out with your best friend!
Though when his large, dominating hands begin to fondle your chest, you pull away entirely.
âSorry, did I hurt you?â he wonders.
âN-No, I didnât expect you to be so confident.â you whisper, and he kisses you again, smiling into it.
Your eyes close as you allow him to continue locking lips with you. His hand entirely gropes one of your tits and his thumb casually strokes over it. Even through the layers of your crop top and bra, you find yourself mewling softly.
He smooths his hand over the curve of your waist until he reaches the bottom of your crop top. His fingers breach upwards towards your bra, roughly groping at it and the fat of your tits.
âO-Ow.â you speak, softly.
âSorry,â he whispers back, âCan I take your top off?â he asks between continuous kisses.
âUh-huh.â you nod, dumbly.
He breaks the kiss to quickly pull your crop top over your head. His lips attach to yours again almost instantly as he starts to fiddle with your bra. He stops kissing you, again, to look over your shoulder so that he can undo the clasp. You gasp when he finally unhooks it, keeping the pink material against your chest to preserve your modesty.
âCan I see?â he asks, his eyes moving between yours and your hands. You hum, nervously, but nod. He helps you pull down your straps as you keep the material held firmly against your chest. Sighing, slightly panic in your voice as you strip the material away. âFuuuuckâŠâ he mutters to himself, adjusting his hardening cock in his pants as he looks at you.
âYou should take something off.â you suggest before he can kiss you again. He immediately pulls his t-shirt over his head, tousling his hair back into place right after.
You continue to moan against his lips when he kisses you again. And they only get louder as he kisses down your neck whilst flicking his thumb over your pebbled nipple. He grunts against your skin, battling on whether he should say something to you or stay silent.
Heâd hate to ruin the mood.
âAre you hard yet?â you ask him, your shy demeanour leaving you as you lose yourself to the sensation of his hands caressing your body. âS-Should we do it?â
âWanna feel?â he asks, not waiting for an answer as he pulls your hand towards the bulge in his jeans, moaning immediately from the contact. âLook what youâve done to me.â he laughs, pulling you closer and hooking one of your legs over his own.
He scratches the back of his nails up your thigh, stopping just short of dipping under your skirt as you shiver from the touch. His eyes find yours, kissing you reassuringly.
âCan I feel you?â he wonders, and, of course, you nod. His fingers disappear under your pleated skirt, quickly cupping your panty-clad mound. He barely gasps when he comes into contact with your panties. âYouâre so wetâŠâ
âS-StopâŠâ you reply, shyly, âsâembarrassingâŠâ you tell him.
âYou need to be wet for me,â he responds, that big, logical, brain of his immediately putting you in your place. Reminding you that he is the one with a little more experience and you need to listen to him. âYouâll be so tight⊠even for a finger.â
He forces your body down, flat against the bed and flips up your skirt. The cute triangular shape of your panties makes his cock throb, and he moves them into the crease of your thigh.
âTell me if it hurtsâŠâ he requests, staring into your eyes as deft fingers come into contact with sopping flesh. He runs them through your folds, and you jolt when a finger tip grazes your clit. He moves it towards your hole, slowly teasing around it before pushing in. He stops, quickly, when you yelp. âSorry, Iâll go slower. Hold onto me.â he instructs, a hand wraps around his bicep and squeezes as he continues to plunge his longer finger deep inside.
âKiss me,â you whimper, pathetically. He drops his head so that your lips can meet again. He devours the moans and cries you emit as he curls his finger in and out of you. It feels odd, but not unpleasant. Itâs still painful but it begins to subside.
âGonna add another, okay?â he asks, and you nod. You hiss, instantly, hands flying down to pull his away. âSh, sh sh, Iâll go slow again, okay? Gotta be able to take them or we canât fuck.â
You fight back tears as the stretch begins to sting. He sinks his head lower, taking one of your hardened nipples into his mouth. Your back arches off the bed slightly, coaxing him to look up at you. And then he remembers all of articles heâs read. All of the research heâs done.
He even thinks about his teammates talking about sex.
âYou have to worship the clit.â he recalls one of them saying.
He pulls away from your tit, briefly, to line his thumb up with your clit and apply pressure. He circles it carefully, monitoring your expressions as he does. You yelp, trying to close your legs, but he opens them back up with his free hand.
âAre you gonna cum?â he wonders.
âItâs too much, Rinnie!â you gasp, skin tightening over your knuckles until they turn white as you grip the sheets. âS-Slow down, please! Sâtoo much!â you cry, unable to hold back your tears any longer.
He doesnât relent, however. Hoping the way your body trembles means youâre about to cream all over his fingers. It was an achievement he never reached with his ex without her assistance. She showed him how and where to touch to make her cum. But youâre not her. Youâre perfect.
You gasp, breathlessly, as your pussy begins to tighten around his fingers. Your clit throbs as he teases it just right and you begin to cum hard and fast for him. He kisses between the valley of your breaths, whispering sweet nothings as you reach your peak and plummet back down to earth. He slows down his ministrations as you begin to shudder and twitch from the after shocks, looking up at you adoringly when you start to calm down.
âGood?â he asks.
âVery,â you pant, laughing lightly as you find your sense again. âRinnieâŠâ you speak, your confident bravado disappearing again as you feel naked and exposed.
âYeah?â
âPromise me⊠promise youâre a virgin, tooâŠâ you say, looking up at the ceiling. You feel too needy and desperate as you speak. But that was too good for him to not know whatâs heâs doing. Heâs seriously only done that once on another girl? Itâs a little hard to believe.
âI promise. Was it really that good?â he smirks. He kisses both of your nipples softly before sucking his fingers clean of your juices. âIâve been preparing⊠reading about stuff. Asking advice. Iâve told you everything Iâve done, I swear.â
He stands up, unbuttoning his jeans and kicking off his shoes at the same time. He pulls of his jeans and underwear in the same movement, revealing his large, blushing cock.
âWe donât have to do this.â he assures you, picking up a condom from your desk and tearing the foil with his teeth. He rolls it down his length, the rubbery sheen covers the pretty pink colour of his dick. âDo you want to stop?â
âUm,â you think about it. Heâs asking as if he isnât already raring to go. You look between his erection and his intimidating stare as you think about what to say.
âWhat about just the tip?â he asks. And at that, you nod. He reaches under your skirt and pulls down your panties to ogle your drippy cunt one more time. He feels himself throb at the thought of splitting your virgin hole open on his fat cock. Heâs always known he was big, and he really doesnât want to hurt you. He can only hope his fingering was enough prep before you rob each other of your innocence for good.
He lines up his cockhead with your virgin slot as he cages you in beneath his wide frame. You wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down to kiss you, your moan semi silenced as he pushes his tip in.
Oh God this isnât enough.
He knew heâd need more.
Just a little more.
He pushes in a bit further, and you pull your lips away from his to voice your concern.
âH-Hurts,â you tell him. âYouâre really big.â you inflate his ego further, earning another inch of his cock.
He canât help it, youâre spurring him on!
And he can only imagine how much better youâd feel wrapped around him without this stupid fucking rubber on. He stops pushing when you place your palms on his shoulders, forcing him to pull back a little. âIs it the condom, Rin? Is it t-too dry?â you wonder, batting your eyelashes up at him so innocently.
âYes.â he replies, without hesitation. âIâll take it off.â
He pulls out of you instantly. He hisses a little as he pulls at the condom too hard and it snaps back. He decides to push it up from the base of his cock, lining up with your cunt again right after.
And itâs like youâre made for him as he pushes in. He smothers any whimper you can make with a searing kiss. You feel his tongue slip into your mouth as he pushes in further and further until thereâs nothing left to give.
Youâre crying, again, not expecting to feel so much so soon.
âGod, youâre beautiful.â he praises you. He moves his hips, slowly. His cockhead unintentionally nudges against your soft spot with every rut. The blinding pleasure prevents you from telling him, once again, that it hurts and itâs too much. âI know I said just the tip, jusâ feel so good, princess.â he whispers delicately against your skin.
And, as expected, he doesnât last long.
A few pathetic strokes of his cock inside of you have him spilling thick spurts of white cream into your unprotected walls. He collapses on top of you, panting violently as he stuffs you full.
He was so backed up before this. He masturbates, of course, but not as much as the average guy. Youâve had this planned for a few weeks, now, so he decided to abstain so he could really enjoy feeling you for the first time.
âFuck, âm sorry. Should have jerked off before I came over.â
âItâs okay.â you tell him, fingers mussing through his hair as you come to terms with the fact that youâve finally lost your virginity, to your best friend of all people.
âI need to fuck you again,â he confesses, your fingers stop as you look down at him.
âW- now?â
âSoon,â he corrects you. âI want to taste you first.â
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Who would win? 100 tongues slandering the lady of Winterfell or 1 Cregan Stark?
Cregan Stark x Reader | 700< | cw: fem!reader, wife!reader, insecurities, implied body shaming, protective!cregan, fluff, typos, etc.
A/N: this is totally me projecting cos my sis and i got body shamed today. it be ur own family i swear
"Where is my wife?" is the first thing Lord Stark says when he returns from his errands. He grunts as he dismounts his horse, eyes fixed upon the stable boy who takes his horse by the reins.
He grunts again at the lack of response and explains, "she told me she would be here when I returned."
The boy shrugs, "I don't know, milord. 've not seen milady all day."
He huffs and nods. He decides to simply look for you in your shared chambers, thinking you would probably be there. Finding your quarters empty, he heads to the library, then the solar, the kitchen, and soon- "where is my wife?!" is heard and repeated all across Winterfell.
Someone tells him you went into the woods to forage, and so naturally, he asks who you left with. He receives no name, and quickly it dawns you had left the safety of stronghold alone. His heart races. How long have you been out? By the old gods, how long have you been out?
Cregan mounts his horse at once and patrols the land. He screams your name out so loudly it disrupts the surrounding wildlife.
He snaps when he hears a response. He is unmistaken; that was your voice calling out his name. Quickly, he answers your call and rides toward you. He nearly leaps from his horse when he spots you, face crestfallen, hair frosty.
He calls your name again, much softer now, voice laced in worry. He captures your cheeks in his hands, hissing when he feels it's unnatural coolness, "are you well?"
You hold a guilty expression as he moves to rub your shoulders.
"Why have you left unaccompanied?" Cregan huffs hotly, his breath condensing with the air, "has something happened?"
"Cregan-" you place your hands on his chest. He stops rubbing your arms.
He watches how you lower your gaze. His face hardens with concern, "my love, speak to me."
You look up at him, eyes now pinkish and teary.
His jaw clenches. He huffs through his nostrils.
"I overheard... ..."
Cregan's expression softens. He clutches your cheeks, "speak," he rubs your skin with his thumbs, "I implore you to speak."
Your sigh turns to fog. You shrug, "they do not think I... I am a true Northern bride."
"True?" he snaps, "you are a Northern bride," he brushes your hair back, "I am Northern and you are my bride."
Your tears become too heavy.
Cregan's stomach churns as he wipes your tears. He hushes you and mutters under his breath, "there can be no truer bride than that of the Lord of Winterfell's."
"I fare horribly in the cold."
"You will grow accustomed to it."
"I do not know how to start a fire."
"Then I shall teach you, if you must lear-"
"But I do not look the part!"
Cregan's face drops.
Your tears begin to turn to frost. Your voice is small, "I do not look like the other ladies. I do not wear the furs well, I do not look shapely... I feel beastly. I was not forged by steel as you are, husband."
He rubs your cheeks, determined to warm you, "and who would slander my wife? Force her to feast on lies?"
You scoff and lower your gaze
"Would that you need be forged by steel-"
You shake your head, "it does not matter."
"It matters greatly," he releases your cheeks, "I will have them answer to their accusations," he clenches his fists, "and we shall see how their furs suit them when they've wet them."
You look up at Cregan, brows furrowing at the sight of his increasing fury.
"I would have them grovel," he mutters, "and sentence them to the Wall if they do not-"
You lips part, "Cregan-"
"Do they believe I would not do that much for the lady of mine own house? My lady?"
"Cregan," you rub the collar of his cloak.
He examines you. A line forms between his brows as he reaches for your wrist.
You look at each other for a moment. His thumb rubs circles on your skin. You raise your brows, "I... I picked a few berries for you," you turn to the basket that laid forgotten on the ground.
His gaze shifts to it.
"Though, I must admit... I am uncertain if they are edible."
He chuckles and takes your hand in his. He kisses your knuckles.
You offer him a soft smile.
The man hums, "perhaps we shall see by feeding them to the slanderers."
You whip your head back, "Cregan."
"A jest... a jest, my lady."
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Alastor | Stolas | Vox [Comfort]
In which the two of you bump into your abusive ex who just arrived in hell.
You and Alastor always went on walks through hell together, since you enjoyed exploring the outdoors and he enjoyed people watching
Normally things were relatively peaceful, most, if not everyone, knew the radio demon down to every detail, and avoided him at a mere glimpse
He enjoyed telling you about things that reminded him of his past, or encounters he'd had just down the street, while you listened and observed with awe
Unfortunately, your usually peaceful walk was rudely interrupted by an obnoxious shout in your direction
There was someone who looked severely out of place, likely having just fallen, stumbling towards you with a seething grin
Alastor was already annoyed the moment anyone interrupted him, but even more so at the fact that this individual was shouting obscenities at his darling
Nevertheless, he stood stoic by your side, only glancing down at the shorter individual with an animalistic twitch in his eyes
" Can't you hear me, fucking bitch! You're the slut who put me down her- "
Once your hand gripped onto Alastor's wrist, tugging him, the man's head was sliced clean off, smashing into a building across the street and leaving a visceral splatter
Alastor was already removing his wrist from your hand to wipe the blood from his cane with a handkerchief
Once the body hit the ground with a thud, he had his arm around your waist and lifted you over it, continuing his walk as if nothing had occurred
" And that impeccable diner over there! I just have to take you, it reminds me of my many evenings after the late shows! "
Stolas had heard enough about the life you lived on earth, each momentous day and each sad tale that made up your story
He knew he was never able to protect you up there, and vows to do so now that you are by his side in the afterlife, offering an eternity of protection
Inevitably, he understood some people who had hurt you would eventually find themselves down here, and that some may try to hurt you, so he refused to let you wander alone for too long
It didn't even have to be him, so long as someone he knew could protect you was nearby
Unfortunately, the first to find you was the worst possible individual
The one who had raised their hand so many times to you, and left you with scars Stolas wished he could erase along with every worry
It was one of your date nights, visiting some upper class restaurant after having washed a romance in theatres
You were both dressed to the nines, laughing in one another's company and waiting for the cab you'd called since you'd finished sooner than expected
The both of you climbed in, only for the doors to instantly lock, tearing off without any word or signal from either of you
Stolas laughed it off for a moment, asking the driver if he already knew your destination, though he stopped when he noticed your eyes locked onto the rearview mirror
" Already moving on to someone else? Think I'm not good enough for you? "
The voice was calm but eerie, aimed directly as you
You looked horrified, and Stolas' heart raced as he connected the pieces together
One moment, the car was racing down the road, and the next, you were in the royalty's arms being carried away from a totalled car burning up in flames
You'd only blinked your eyes
Stolas held you tighter that evening, and refused to let go for weeks after
Vox was an extremely busy person
So unfortunately your intimate time together was rare
Despite that, Vox always invited you into his studio with him while he worked, so at least you'd be near one another and he could know you were safe
I mean, you were always safe so long as he could reach you, and modern tech was everywhere in hell nowadays
But he was extra protective since he'd learnt your ex had entered hell
Had he told you? No. Did he feel guilty about it? Yes.
But he just didn't want you to have to worry, and seeing you happily working away at a new project or hobby without a care in the world was just so, so...precious
Eventually he knew he would have to crack the news, but he hadn't anticipated your ex would find you so soon
It was a late night in the studio, with Vox overlooking several large screens as countless information transferred to and from his own database, analysing every media and algorithm
You were behind him, sat in a leather armchair, reading one of the many books that lined the book shelf he kept around as decoration
People came in and out of the floor through an elevator, though as the time got later, the frequency dwindled down severely
When it dinged for the first time that hour, neither of you were too bothered, Vox continuing without a flinch and you looking up for just a moment
Your gaze never went back to your book, though, stuck on the face that had a hateful sneer aimed straight at you
The phone in your pocket dinged with an alert, something about your heart rate increasing drastically in too short a time, and the information registered into Vox in milliseconds
" Finally, I fucking found you! "
One step out of the elevator, and the door clamped shut around their second leg with a loud crack, forcing your ex down onto one knee
Vox only turned to you, ignoring the wailing figure
" Oh man I really should have told you they were here! You can yell at me after. "
The suited man then walked towards your ex as the doors slowly released, kneeling down in front of him with a cackle
" Pathetic. Freak. "
Vox kicked them back into the elevator, and you heard the thing drop at high speeds back down the skyscraper
Security would handle the mess
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How kny men treat their pregnant wife
Pairings: Obanai x fem!reader; Rengoku x fem!reader; Sanemi x fem!reader
Word Count: 2,5k
Warnings: I went absolutely insane in Sanemi's part lmao, let me know what you think about maybe even more kny complilations in the future?đ€đ«¶
Obanai â super overprotective
âDarling, you really donât have to be cautious all the time. Iâm fine and itâs mid-day.â
âYou never knowâ, the man next to you mumbles while positioning himself in front of you.
Since the day Obanai found out that youâre expecting your very first child, he never left your side. Not even at night, when heâs usually out fulfilling his duty as a hashira. And if he must go, he always makes sure that youâre not alone.
âI really donât want to bother you, but Iguro-san sent me here to keep an eye open for youâ, Mitsuri explained with reddened cheeks after appearing in front of your door at sunset.
You sign to yourself with a small smile crawling up your face. You never really realized that your husband is so eager to have a child. When the two of you first met, he acted so cold towards you that you were convinced he hated you after saving your life in your village back then. It wasnât until he showed up at the butterfly estate on a random day and handed you a bouquet of flowers that you realized how hard you fell for that man yourself. Despite his cool and composed walls, despite always staying in the background and leaving disgracing comments from time to time. You really learned how to love the serpent hashira for the man he is: kind, loving, protective and smart.
âWhy are you not coming over to cuddle me instead?â, you suggest oh so sweetly while opening your arms as an invitation.
Obanai side-eyes you up and down, his mind visibly racing behind those gorgeous eyes.
âBut what if I hurt you and the baby?â, he mutters, still standing his ground.
âIâm not made of paper and the baby isnât as well. And also, Iâm carving nothing more than a hug from my husband at the moment.â
Slowly but surely, he finally turns around. As if youâre made of porcelain, he wraps his arms around you oh so gently. Have you ever seen your husband this cautious and sensitive around other human beings? Youâve seen the way he beats up the other corps members in his training sessions on a daily basis. A giggle escapes your lips before youâre able to stop it. Your man really turned soft due to this pregnancy.
âWhatâs so funny?â, he grumbles, his vibrant eyes set on you.
âYouâre too hesitant to give me a real hug and yet, youâre beating up innocent kids during training. Come on now, I said I want a real hug!â
Before heâs able to protest, you press yourself against him with full force, allow your head to rest against his beating heart. Itâs been ages since he last cuddled you the way you always loved it. With your body resting on top of his and your arms wrapped around his broad chest, everything starts to feel like home.
âDonât you think thatâs too dangerous? The baby-â
âThe baby will be fine. I can handle a tight hug, darling. I really missed thisâŠâ
He shifts his weight underneath you and gently starts rubbing your back. Oh, how much you adore your husband and those sweet little moments between both of you. You never imagined to love someone like this, to fall head over heels for a man who is the complete opposite of yourself. But here you are, falling even harder day by day.
âAndâŠyou really think this is safe?â
âIâm absolutely sure it is!â
Obanai pauses for a moment, his eyes almost piercing through you.
âI think you should go and see Shinobu laterâ, he finally presses out.
âCome on, I already told you-â
âThis doesnât feel safe at all. Weâre leaving in just a few minutesâ, he continues while wrapping his arms around you.
Rengoku â the proudest soon-to-be dad
âI made you breakfast, my love!â, your husband announces while entering your shared bedroom in his plain white kimono.
âYouâre way too kind, Kyojuro. You know I could have done it myselfâ, you reply while lifting yourself off the futon.
âOh, let me help you up!â
Gently, he grabs your shoulders and helps you to get up. With your swollen belly, things arenât as easy as they used to be. By now, you arenât even able to see your feet anymore.
But itâs all worth it. Heâs all worth it.
âLook at youâ, he mutters with unusual low voice.
When his hand starts caressing your belly along with that loving gleam in his eyes, you almost forget how to breathe. From the day both of you found out that you are expecting a child, Kyojuro fell head over heels.
âYou look so breathtakingly good, my everything. I could stand here and stare at you all day, little flame.â
It almost seems as if Kyojuroâs already heavy feelings doubled during your pregnancy. Not a single hour goes by without him telling you how gorgeous you look, that you are an angel walking on earth.
Even though you know you gained a few pounds and how swollen your face looks. He doesnât care about the fact that sometimes, you are too exhausted to wash your hair or that you didnât dress in something nice since your clothes started to get too tight.
Your husband adores each and every fiber of your being.
âStop, youâre making me blushâ, you giggle while playfully freeing yourself out of his strong arms.
âIâll never stop telling my pregnant wife how gorgeous she looks! How are you feeling, my love?â
You find yourself trapped in his arms with his eyes all over you again. God, will you ever get tired of looking at him, of seeing those vibrant eyes?
âIâm okay. I just feel a little heavy.â
âIâm so proud of you for enduring all of this. Shinobu already told me this pregnancy doesnât go easy on your body. Youâre a real fighter, (y/n)!â
âA fighter? My body is supposed to do this. Thereâs nothing special about thatâ, you try to brush his praise off, cheeks already turning dark red.
âDonât think about it that way. Your body might be equipped for a pregnancy, but Shinobu informed me about all the things you have to endure and how painful and tiring it can be-â
âDid Shinobu really explain all those things to you?â, you mutter through your hands that cover your face in sheer embarrassment.
âOf course! After all, Iâm your husband and itâs my duty to support you in the best way possible!â, his beaming voice replies proudly.
âAnd I canât wait to meet our little wonder.â
The second he gets on his knees, you see stars. Oh so gently, he pulls your kimono to the side and starts caressing and kissing your womb. Your knees threaten to fail you, feelings all over the place. God, you really donât deserve a loving and caring husband like him, you donât deserve all those feelings he holds for you and your unborn baby so openly.
Before youâre able to stop yourself, a violent sob escapes your lips.
âNo love, why are you crying?â
Kyojuro meets you eye to eye in an instant, his hand carrying away every little tear that threatens to stain your face.
âItâs justâŠYou are too kindâŠI donât deserve your praiseâŠâ, you croak out.
âYou deserve this and so much more. Now come on, I made you mochis with the receipt Kanroji taught meâŠâ
You sniffle uncontrollably in his arms.
Wait, did he just sayâŠ
âYou mean my favorite mochis?â, you mutter.
âOf course, little flame!â
âOhâŠThenâŠMaybe we should get going, thenâŠâ
Sanemi â doesnât even know yet
Fuck fuck fuck.
You stare at Shinobu in sheer horror. This canât be true. Definitely a mistake. A cruel joke, maybe.
YouâŠpregnant?
âTell me youâre jokingâ, you mutter under your breath.
Just when you thought things between Sanemi and you started to get better, than you finally managed to live besides. Calling yourself his wife was never easy, especially due to the fact that he only married you because your family literally sold you to him in exchange for not killing you right on the spot. The two of you never seemed to get along that well.
You swallow hard. That night was an exception. You came home drunk, you didnât know what you were doing when you seduced him, when you began babbling about something as stupid as feelings.
You swore to yourself that youâll never fall for your husband. And now youâre expecting his child.
âIâd never joke about something like that, (y/n). It seems like somehow, you managed to get pregnantâ, Shinobu replies in all seriousness while taking off her gloves.
Fuck.
âHeâll fucking kill meâ, you mumble to yourself.
âMaybe heâll skin me before that, slice open my belly like a fish-â
âCan you just stop?â, Shinobu interrupts you in all urgency.
âShinazugawa might not be the most empathic man walking on this earth, but he also didnât marry you for nothing. Iâm sure everything will be fi-â
âAbsolutely nothingâs fine. Iâm fucking screwedâ, you huff in frustration while yanking up.
Youâre completely fucked. Thereâs no way in hell Sanemi will ever find out about this, not in this lifetime. You have to make sure that this stays a secret.
âDonât you dare to tell him a single word about this, got it?â, you literally threaten Shinobu with your shaky finger pointing at her.
You, expecting a baby.
From Sanemi Shinazugawa.
Without even waiting for her reply, you storm out. Are you able to get rid of this situation? Mindlessly, you rub your belly when a new wave of memories from that fateful night hits you.
âI might l-love youâ, you blurted into the room, Sanemiâs widened eyes staring at you in sheer horror.
âYouâŠlove me? Just yesterday, you told me how much you hate meâ, he clarified with harsh voice.
âAre you drunk, (y/n)?â
âIâŠmight be, yeah. But I mean it.â
Against all voices that begged you to stop, you darted towards him.
Until you sat on top of him and wrapped your longing arms around his neck.
âI love u, Sanemi.â
âI canât believe a single word you say, shithead.â
âWatch me, then.â
It happened so fast you still canât believe it. One passionate kiss, your hands wandering underneath his uniform, his muscular frame on top of you.
âYou really want this?â, he huffed against your cheek, usual so maniac orbs filled with nothing but pure lust.
âYeahâ, you breathed out.
Urgh. You dig your nails into your hair, head spinning instantly. What kind of fuckery is this? Your first night ever and nowâŠyouâre pregnant? As if things between you and him arenât already cringe enough.
âWhy are you looking like shit?â
His oh so familiar voice makes your guts turn. For the split of a second, you are literally one movement away from puking all over his feet.
âWhy are you talking shit?â, you spit at him, shoulder bumping against his as you try to get away from here as soon as possible.
But Sanemi grabs your wrist before youâre even able to think about your escape.
âWhy were you at Shinobuâs? You never visit her.â
âIâm not feeling wellâ, you jeer at him.
âYou even refused talking to her when your bone splatted out of your damn leg. Donât fuck with me, (y/n). You didnât come here for nothing.â
âYeah, I really shouldnât have done thatâ, you snap, violently ripping away your wrist.
This is way too much. Your family, Sanemi, that damned pregnancy. You thought this hell trip was over when Sanemi somehow managed to accept you, you really thought you could leave a rather peaceful life.
God, what a fucking fool you are.
âHey, what the hell is going on? (y/n)!â
Just before your knees hit the ground, you feel Sanemiâs strong arms lifting you back up.
âWhat the hell has gotten into you!?â
âIâm pregnant!â, you scream on top of your lungs.
âAll of this because of that damned night, because I lost my fucking control. Iâm pregnantâŠâ
Sanemiâs arms around you tense up immediately. Fuck, you canât even bring yourself to look at him.
Truth is, you love that man. Fuck, you fell for him harder than you ever imagined, so badly that you canât stop thinking about him. And that night, you allowed yourself to get a taste of him. After all, maybe this was all you need to finally forget about him, right?
What a fool you are.
âYouâreâŠwhat?â
Violently you rub away the tear that starts rolling down your cheek.
âYouâreâŠpregnantâŠâ
âSaying it again and again wonât make it disappearâ, you bark at him.
âIâll be a dad?â
Huh? What is that unusual tone in his voice. Did Sanemi Shinazugawa really soundâŠjoyful?
âYeahâŠâ, you mutter.
In the split of a second, you find yourself devoured in his arms and captivated by his glossy eyes. Your heart skips a beat, mind not able to follow the scene that lays itself out in front of your eyes. He doesnât look angry at all, not even sad. No, he looks as happy as youâve never seen him before.
âI canât believe it. I never imagined this to happenâ, he whispers while grabbing your face.
âGosh, let me kiss you.â
âYou want to kiss me?â, you shriek.
Despite your growing feelings for the wind hashira and those countless secret looks youâve shared with each other, it was always a quiet agreement between both of you to never express any feelings. No hugs, no kisses, no questions. Just living side by side. Fuck, you never even allowed yourself to even gaze at his lips before that fateful night.
And now youâre lying in his arms, pregnant while he asks for a kiss.
âI meanâŠyeahâ, you finally breathe out.
And then his lips crush against yours. Longingly, passionately, filled with so many emotions that you fail to breathe. All this time, you tried so desperately to hate that man, to hide your feelings from him in order to protect yourself. But all it took was a single night and that unexpected pregnancy to make you realize that maybe, allowing yourself to discover your own feelings isnât that bad, after all.
Maybe, everything will in fact turn out alright.
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i'm so in love with your little bunny series and i'm so glad you're writing for benny! i was wondering if you could write something about reader being a yapper, always talking a lot about things with so much excite and benny finds this the most cutest thing ever, but one day someone says that she's annoying for that, which makes her feel very self conscious and she starts to think that benny might feel the same since he's a very much quiter person, and benny assures her that is not the case? just fluffy and comfort to warm my heart <3 thank you already!
Anon, this is literally the cutest request ever omg!!! Thank you for the request, I had so much fun writing this! I paired this as another one shot for my Benny x Bunny series, hope you enjoy!
Word Count- 2k+
Summary- See request above.
Sweet Talking (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader)
You pressed a kiss to Bennyâs cheek, whispering to him that youâd be right back as you stood and made your way around the bonfire. You pulled Bennyâs jacket tighter around you to fend off the chilly evening air on your trek back to the house. The night was still young, the sun having just set an hour ago and these bikers would be up until the sunrise, all having caught their second wind from the race held earlier in the fields. The loudness of the bikes and the sheer excitement from the crowds was something you were still trying to get used to, but you found that you actually liked talking to these people. Once they included you in their conversations and picked topics that you could relate to as well, you found yourself talking a lot more than you ever have in your life. They laughed at your jokes, they called out to you when they saw you approaching, they really seemed to just adopt you into their club. You supposed, in the beginning, a majority of that was from Benny probably intimidating some members into being nice to you, but regardless of that, they still seemed to enjoy your company and your silly stories and random facts â especially the women of this club.Â
Stepping through the back door, you were immediately greeted by the scent of cigarette smoke and booze, things you were also still trying to get used to. Several members were lounging on the couch, smoking and talking as you passed them on your way to the kitchen. You went to the fridge, opening it and lowering yourself to search for a cold pop for yourself. Voices filtered into your vicinity from the adjacent dining room. Just as you grab another beer for Benny, your ears perked up when you heard your name being said in passing and you froze behind the refrigerator door.Â
ââShe does have a sweet piece of ass on her though,â a male voice, sounding muffled most likely by a cigarette hanging from his lips. You smiled to yourself, biting your lip. You probably shouldnât be listening to this, but curiosity rooted you to your spot as you tried peeking over the door to catch a look at who was speaking.Â
âJesus Christ, you canât get her to shut up anymore.â another voice replied, much deeper and raspier than the first. âI miss when she would just stand there shaking like a leaf, all nervous and quiet.â
âWould it even be worth it to hit that? Câmon man, sheâd gab your fucking ear off during it, totally kill the mood for me.â
Your smile slowly at their words, heart sinking. You should get up and leave, you told yourself. But you couldnât force your legs to move.
âIâd put that mouth of hers to work on something else,â the first man said, chuckling darkly. You squeezed your eyes shut at the insinuation.Â
âDonât know how Bennyâboy puts up with it. Iâd have to gag her just to hear myself thinkââ
You stand abruptly, unable to listen to anymore of their hurtful words. Using a bit more force than you intended, you slammed the fridge door shut, the glass bottles rattling harshly inside from the force. Tears stung your eyes as you rushed back through the living room to the backdoor. You paused once you rounded the side of the house, sniffing in order to keep the tears at bay. They were just drunk assholes, you tried to tell yourself. Who cares what they think of you?Â
But a few traitor tears escaped your lashes at the thought of Benny finding you annoying too. Bennyâ that quiet, easy-spoken man who you loved with everything in you. That quiet man who maybe didnât like how you squealed with excitement when you saw someone you knew from across the room. That quiet man who maybe didnât like when you giggled loudly at jokes told around the bonfire. That quiet man who was your exact opposite.
******
Benny could tell there was something wrong the second you came into view again, your figure illuminated by the orange flames of the bonfire as you moved to sit back down by him. Your hands were shoved in the pockets of his jacket, head tucked low. And beside him? It was rare that you didnât sit on his lap anymore.Â
You handed him a beer and he tried to catch your eyes because was that tears he saw coating your lashes? But you avoided his gaze, instead curling into his side and thatâs how you stayed for the rest of the night, quiet as a mouse, until you eventually tugged on his sleeve and asked if you could go home. The ride home was also weird. You didnât tap his shoulder and point to things that interested you like you normally did on the back of his bike. You stayed glued to his back, silent.Â
Benny watched, brow furrowed, as you went about your nighttime routine in silence, the house you shared no longer filled with your usual chatter. He sat on the edge of the bed, wracking his brain with the possibilities of you being upset with him. (The silent treatment was often a go-to method of torture you used when Benny pissed you off) but he was at a loss. Something had to have happened when you left the bonfire. Anxiety spiked through him at the thought that maybe someone had done something to you, but no, you would have told him. He made you promise to always talk to him if someone at the club was bothering you.Â
You changed into your nightgown and Bennyâs heart squeezed at the sight of you avoiding his gaze once again as you turned and began brushing out your pin curls in the mirror.Â
âDid you have a good time tonight?â he asked, unable to bare another second of your silence.Â
âMh-hm.â Came your short reply.
Benny swallowed. You were definitely upset. âYou seem . . . quiet.â
That was definitely the wrong thing to say because youâre shoulders stiffened for a moment and he thought you might turn around and throw your brush at him. But instead, you responded in a small voice, âJust tired.â
He frowned. Heâd seen you when you were tired, this was something else. He tried a different tactic. âTell me about your day, Bunny.âÂ
You shrugged. âNot much happened.â
âWell, tell me about it. I wanna hear it.â He tried to catch your eyes as you put the brush down and stepped away from the vanity.
âWell, maybe I donât wanna talk about it? I just want to go to bed, Benny.â you tried to move past him to go to your side of the bed but Benny reached out gently tugged on the hem of your nightgown, stopping you.
âAre you okay?â he asked softly, looking up at you.Â
You nodded, but still refused to make eye-contact.
âWhatâs wrong?â he questioned. âDid someone do something to you tonight?â
You shook your head quickly and relief swept through him. âNo, no. Nothing like that.â
His hands slid up to your hips and he pulled you closer to him. âTalk to me, Bunny. Please. I donât understand whatâs wrong.â
You swallowed, chin wobbling slightly. âNothing happened . . . I justâI overheard some guys talkinâ is all.â
He remained silent and you continued hesitantly. âWhen I went to get a drink . . . they didnât know I was there. Andâand I should have left as soon as I heard them talking but . . .â
âWhat were they saying?â
You clenched your jaw and gave him a distressed look.Â
He squeezed your hips encouragingly. âWhat were they saying?â
âIt doesnât matterââ
âIt does to me,â he was quick to say.Â
âThey . . . they were talkinâ about how I talk . . . a lot. They said it was annoying. They were saying crude things about using my mouth for . . . other things.â you said slowly, voice wavering and you looked down in embarrassment.
Benny nodded and breathed out of his nose, counting to ten in his head to cool his suddenly white hot anger which bloomed in his chest. He had worked so hard to get you to feel comfortable around the club, to get you to come out of your shell and now someone had something to say about his girlâhis sweet shy girlâtalking? âWho was it?â
âOh, Bennyââ You pulled back from him. âDonât go saying anything to them!â
âWhy not?â He planned to do much more than talk to them.
âBecause!â you cried, your voice going an octave higher. âThat would make it worse! Besides, theyâreâtheyâre right anyway.â
âRight about what?â he asked, bewildered at how they could possibly know you like he did.
âWell, I do talk a lot. Aâand I know it can be annoying for someone whoâs a lot more quiet.âÂ
âAnnoying?â He laughed at the inaccuracy of that statement and you must have thought he was laughing at you because you took a big step back from him, out of his reach.
âI just donât want to embarrass you,â you murmured, looking down at the carpet below you.Â
Bennyâs stomach fluttered apprehensively. There had been only a few times in his life where he wished he was better at talking, at communicating his feelings. He wanted to console you, to reassure you, that you could never be annoying or embarrassing to him. He wanted to tell you just how much you gave him purpose and helped him in his life. How you were his life. This was one of those times.Â
He rose from the bed and approached you passively, trying to gather his thoughts. âI like when you talk. When we spend the day apart, I look forward to hearing about your day and what you did and what you saw while I was gone. And when weâre riding and you point to the little things like the flowers on the sidewalk or the sunsets, I like that. I really like that. And when you tell stories, you get so immersed and you start talking with your hands, I like that too. Youâre so friendly to everyone, no matter what they look like or how well you know them and thatâs one of my favorite things about you. You talkinâ could never embarrass me, Bunny, because itâs one of the reasons I love you.â
Tears welled up in your doe-eyes and he swallowed nervously. âWhy are you crying?â
Suddenly, you were pressed so tightly to his chest, face burying into his shirt, hands holding onto him with such grip that Benny stumbled. He recovered quickly, wrapping his arms around your small frame.
âOh, Benny,â you choked up. âYouâre so sweet!âÂ
He wasnât so sure about that, maybe only when it came to you. He sure as hell wasnât going to be so sweet to those guys that spoke about you like that. Heâd take a trip tomorrow to visit them personally, but for tonight, he belonged to you. Heâd discovered that about himself from your relationship, from you. Even though he wanted to do things right when he wanted to, he couldnât always. Thatâs what love was, putting othersâ needs before your own. And tonight, you needed him, so he would be here.
His hands found your jaw and he tilted your head back to press a kiss to your forehead. âWill you come lay with me and tell me about your day?â
You nod, sniffing and Benny nearly melted at the smile you gave him. That was the smile heâd come to recognize as the one you had reserved for only him. Soft, sweet and totally perfect in every way. He pulled you gently back to bed and relished as you curled up against him. His heart was filled with warmth as he listened to you chatter on about your day and your friends and your thoughts, anything that came to mind. Heâd ask questions every once in a while to keep you going, but he mostly stayed quiet, because to him, you were so captivating and cute. You both talked throughout the night, you slowly getting lower and lower into his side until finally falling asleep, your conversation temporarily paused until the morning.
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