#I kept thinking it was gonna end and then it didn’t

[keu-i]

ENHYPEN HYUNG LINE + MAKE-UP SEX !

pair: hyung line x f!reader warnings: pwp, smut, angst/arguing, hurt/comfort, bratty reader, they ’re a little mean sorryyy, punishments, dom/sub dynamics, mentions of crying, daddy kink, praising/degrading, thigh riding, fingering, size kink, piv, unprotected sex, oral (m. rec), breeding kink, cum swallowing words: 3.4k **NOT PROOFREAD**

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HEESEUNG —

“can we go to ‘phora after you finish?”

“no, sit down.” heeseung referred to you tugging on his shirt from behind. “why’re you moving around so much today?”

you provided a hum, quickly ending the conversation you just started. you’ve been sitting here all day, on this leathery brown sofa. you’d been needing to go to the beauty store to buy a new concealer since last week, and it’s been annoying you that you can’t go today as it seemed your boyfriend was practically almost done with this track he’s working on.

you sat on the far end of the couch, farthest from him. there’d been nobody in the studio as of now, he took a short break earlier but was barely spending any time with you. that in itself made you sorta upset, you craved his attention more than anything.

you were feeling like a burden to him by even being here, and he made it no better by not giving in to your demands. you knew he was doing something, but you hated when work inclined with your time with him— and you know it sounds extremely selfish, but it’s okay to be a little selfish sometimes…

“well can you hurry up??” “i kinda wanna go home.” you spoke up, the agitation overwhelming your tone.

“you can wait, but if you’re gonna have a fit, step out.” heeseung, was known for not putting up with any of your shit, no matter how much of a sweetheart he was. when it comes to his work he doesn’t really play around.

“i wasn’t gonna!” you poked your lip out, pouting.

“i can hear it in your voice, babe. don’t start, i'm busy; we’ll leave in a bit..” he put an end to the commotion you were about to start, he didn’t have the time do deal with your mellow drama. that was being only if he doesn’t have to fix it himself. and he knew just how to do that. all he has to do, is wait.

“ugh, okay. but hurry..”

. . .

you were still upset with heeseung about not going, and you had sparely spoken a word to him since the incident from earlier. but the guilt of it all was only eating him away inside, seeing your sulking state made him feel even worse and he couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

“babe.. c’mere,” heeseung’s voice filled the quiet room, his tone much softer, a striking contrast from the way he acted hours ago.

you didn’t wanna give in so easily with him, not after he told you no when all you wanted was some new concealer.. you wanted to put up a little bit of a fight; but the minute he flashed that apologetic, doe- eyed look at you it was enough make you want to melt in a puddle. curse him for being so damn cute..

“m’sorry baby.. let me make it up to you,” he attempts to atone for his actions, caging his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him, “we can go tomorrow if you want.. i’ll buy whatever you want pretty.” your body trembles the minute his lips find the soft spot of your neck, playing with the hem of your short skirt.

“mmh.. hee,” a tiny moan slips from your lips when his hands get closer to your core, a surge of heat rushing through. “oh gosh,”

his fingers swirl around your entrance, collecting your wetness, bringing it up to decorate your clit before dipping them back into your entrance. he looks up at you, a chuckle on his face, so cocky and arrogant. he swipes his middle harshly on your clit, you were feeling ecstatic, already on the verge of coming as he kept up his ministrations. you begin to gush on his fingers as you writhe your hips.

“fuck..” he groans. “you only get this wet for me, right baby?”

your eyes slightly rolled to the back of your head as you felt the slight pressure on your clit, your chest heaving, trying your hardest in collecting yourself. his palm slaps your pussy when you don’t answer him, and you whimper out a “y-yes..” quickly. he’s been doing this for what felt like hours and you swore you were going to pass out just from this alone.

he chuckles again, sounding like a curt scoff. pulling his lip between his teeth, you notice the look in his eyes, and you gulp. he pulls your thighs further apart, stretching.

you squeak at the stretch, your thighs are burning.

“stay still,” heeseung grunts out. “i don’t wanna make you cry right now, baby you know i hate that.”

heeseung takes both fingers into your pussy, scissoring them in and out of you. you watch as glob of his spit falls onto your clit as he smiles at the squelching sound of everything. your eyes rolled all the way back to your skull when you start to hear how messy it all is.

“baby.. you’re squirting,”

JAY —

“why do you keep pushing me away?” “can you not?” jay’s voice surpassed the boundary between calm and annoyed. he didn’t seem to understand you at all today. and it’s more of a problem that you refused to talk with him about any of it. all you continue to say is ‘nothing.’

“i’m not.. it’s just, really hot in here..” you exhaled, shifting your gaze to avoid direct eye contact with him.

“could’ve just said something, i’ll go turn the ac on.”

“no !” you pulled his arm almost dragging him back onto the couch. “i don’t want to turn it on.”

“what? aren’t you hot?” he blinked in confusion.

you nod.

“then why not..?”

“cause i don’ wanna!” you roll your eyes in discontent, by this point you were being unreasonably stubborn for no reason and jay was quite literally over your attitude you’ve been giving him all day.

“babe, i’ll either touch and hold you while it’s cold so you’re comfortable, or make you sweat like a bitch and not care.” “but you’re infront of me, i’m gonna touch you. i don’t care. so choose.” he eyed you, face calmed but holding so much emotion. confusion, anger, love. but it’s all just mixing up like a bowl of açaí and he can’t pick out which one he’s feeling right now.

“neither!” you retaliate, but to your demise, you got his cuddly wrath anyway.

“jay! get— hey!” you pushed and nudged but no hope. he wasn’t gonna let you go, felt like you needed comfort, but he couldn’t depict if it was just his instincts or not.

“ow!” you felt the weight of his body rise leaving you feeling like a light weight blob of mass. “y/n, did you just.. hit me?” his face, was all misshapen. a furrowed and betrayed look caping his features in like they were a precious jewel sworn to never see light of day.

“baby— i.. i didn’t mean it!” “it just happened..” you broke a huge no-no in your book. sworn to never put your hands on eachother in a vile way, that is unless consented. meaning, the two of you should never hit one another. look at you now, your stubborn little ass is in a huge mess.

“mhm, yeah” you watched as he left the couch the both of you once sat on together. now you’re sad, cold and alone, in the once hot area.

“jay, i’m serious, ’m sorry!”

“corner.”

“huh?..”

his hand cupped the back of your head, leading you to the nearest corner in the room, only for him to finish you off; shoving your face into the corner. “sit. and don’t move a damn inch. got it? mrs. y/n?”

“yes..” you sulked, look what you did, being a spoiled fucking brat. should’ve got over your little drama party when you had the chance. but look at you now.

“yes what?”

“yes daddy..?” your voice wobbled. the mere thought or feel of being in trouble is terrible. yet you saw through your punishment and done your vile actions.

“oh? good girl, finally using that mouth for what it’s worth. finally listening. over that pity party? huh?” he joked, a cackle bubbling from his throat as he walked away from your smaller being.

half an hour had passed and he’d left you there to reflect on your actions, but he knew he couldn’t keep you there alone for too long. instead, he’d much rather release each other’s frustrations by fucking it out— that always works in the end to resolve your differences, doesn’t it ..?

. . .

“jay, p-please slow down!” you stuttered, begging for mercy. eyes fluttering as you ride on top of his big cock. being on top with jay felt like nothing of the sort.

he still had all the control, his thickness sliding in and out, your juices leaking everywhere with each and every thrust; your entrance giving that tickling feeling that you knew all too well.

sometimes your boyfriend could be super soft and gentle with you, while other times he’d fuck you rough and mercilessly, leaving you completely dumb as you’re full of nothing but his cock. jay likes putting you on top just to fuck you like you were laying down.

he slows down just a liiittle bit... but not without leaving a light slap on your cheek. noticing the way you’re bringing your bottom lip into your mouth, tears streaming down your face. he coos at you, rubbing your thigh.

“sorry baby,” he pouts, gently rubbing your clit. “come closer.” you watch in confusion as he pants but you obey.

he pinches your cheeks with his right hand, squishing your face. you could smell your pussy wafting from his fingers. “you did soo well taking my cock,” jake hums at you proudly, “yeah? so tight.”

“do i get a reward for being good, daddy?” you mutter.

your boyfriend hums again, before tapping your cheek. you try opening your mouth knowing exactly what he wants. gazing into his eyes, you greedily stick your tongue out. he suddenly slams his cock back into you, making you gasp from the sudden fill.

“uh uh,” he says sternly. “keep your mouth open.”

you watch as he let’s a string of his spit fall right on your tongue.

this was going to be a long afternoon.

JAKE —

“does it really take that long to unlock a door?” your hands met your hips, knee at a bent degree, tips of your shoe tapping the ground. “i’m getting tired of standing here, c’mon!”

“does it take a lot for you to shut your pretty fuckin’ mouth?” “shit baby, what’s your problem today, you've been acting bratty the past few hours.” his key forcefully twisted into place, giving jake a satisfying click.

“nothing..” you quickly mutter.

“really? nothing?” “so, you’re being disrespectful for no reason?, don’t you know where that gets you?” his figure caged you between the passenger side door, eyes locked on yours. you knew you had no reason to be upset, and even knowing that, you were terrible angry.

“i’m speaking to you.”

“yes jake.. i know.”

“then get in the car and act fucking right.” he pulled you towards him, reaching out to open the door for you. “hear me?”

“good.” he closed after hearing a complying hum from you before reaching over your lap, buckling your seatbelt.

you honestly couldn’t stay mad at him, look at how he treats you even after he scolds you. a man everybody wants, but only you have. and you felt ungrateful, like you didn’t deserve him.

the real reason you were so upset in the first place was only because jake had wanted you to come to these dinner reservations he made with his friends and although you really did enjoy his friend’s company sometimes, you didn’t want to go anywhere.

all you wanted was to stay in and be with your boyfriend all day but instead you took your anger and frustration out on him— which only made you harbor more guilt inside.

the car ride went completely silent for the first ten minutes, then an idea sprang into your mind. why not show how sorry you were for your attitude by giving him some road head ? you’ve never tried it before, but there’s a first time for everything you suppose. plus, you genuinely felt remorseful, and there wasn’t a more perfect way of apologizing than doing that in your opinion.

. . .

“hpmh,—” your lips kiss his pinkish-red tip, when you unzipped his pants to expose his hard on, a small bead of pre-cum leaked out. dipping your tongue out to lick it up, his cock flinching at any slight stimulation. “babe— yes! fuck..”

opening your mouth wider to take his full length, your eyes began watering when the end of his shaft hits the back of your throat. “look at you, already taking it all.. look so fucking hot like that with your mouth full of my cock.” his hand gripping hard onto the steering wheel, the other grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling hard as he forces more of himself down your throat.

you gag and choke a bit from his hips rutting into you, but that doesn’t stop you from sucking his cock like it’s the last thing you’ll ever do on earth. giving all your efforts to please him, looking up with bright big eyes while you deepthroat. your pussy was uncomfortably wet, you could feel your slick leaking on your thighs. moaning as you continue bobbing your head up and down, feeling him throbbing in your warm mouth from the sensations.

“yeah baby… just like that keep going.. fuck…” jake wanted to swing his head back from the pleasure so badly, but he had to focus on the road.. pulling your hair tighter as he feels himself getting close.

you could sense he was close too by his erratic movements, and you know exactly how to get him to cum. collecting more saliva as much as you could to make it even sloppier, some of it almost dripping from the corners of your mouth as you keep going. he felt like the end was nearing for him, he grunts loudly, bucking his hips up in a frenzy.

“shit- ’m gonna come… you better swallow of all of it like a good fucking girl.” you nod, feeling him pulsate even more in your mouth, humming around the base of his length as you send him to a higher state of pleasure. the back of your throat gets hit with shots of hot cum, milking every last bit of him until you know for sure he’s done. “you really have no idea what you do to me y/n, do you?” he pants while trying to catch his breath, wanting to look down at the beautiful mess he’s created.

“i swallowed it all daddy, look.” you open your mouth wide, sticking your tongue to show him it was all empty.

“that’s my good girl,” jake praises you, quickly glancing down to see you looking all lazy and defeated. he wanted to say to hell with it and skip the plans, turn back around just so he could fuck you. there’s no way he’d able to last more than an hour without having his cock buried inside of you..

SUNGHOON —

an hour, a whole god damn hour, you were being completely ignored, concealing all your tiny sobs. you were sorry for your actions, hell, even sorry for yourself, but also sorry for your boyfriend, the man who had to put up with all of your brattiness.

today you just decided to chose violence and pick a fight with your boyfriend for absolutely no reason other than you just felt like it. but now you were paying the consequences of those actions by his silent treatment he gave you. when he’d finally noticed you’ve been crying, he couldn’t hold anymore of this little grudge against you, he couldn’t see you like that no matter what.

your thought process was cut off once you felt a warm compress on your back. making you bawl your eyes out even more.

“babe, what are you crying for?”

“i don’t know.. i’m—”

“you’re sorry?” his hands caressed your sides, his mouth kissing along your shoulder. “i know baby. it’s okay.”

“did i leave you alone for too long?” he pulled you further into his build by your waist, cupping you in his hold. his tough demeanor shrinking to bits once he saw your puffy, red eyes.

“no..” you quickly turned to wrap your arms around his neck, snuggling yourself into his embrace. you can’t believe how sunghoon deprived you were for just an hour. the hold this man had on you..

“you wanna tell me what happened today?” “or no?” he added, hearing nothing in reply.

“maybe later..?” “i miss you.”

“i miss you too babe, i just don’t like when you act that that. i feel neglected, like you can’t open up to me.”

“i know.. i’m sorry, i just didn’t feel good today..” you retracted your nuzzle from the crook of his neck.

“just one of those days?” “you know i won’t ever know what’s wrong unless you tell me, right?”

you hummed. “yes, but.. i don’t know i was just being selfish and i took it all out on you..”

“you’re a really good girl, baby, i love you okay? you don’t have to ever close yourself off with me. ‘kay?”

“mkay..” you reached for a kiss in which he gratefully returned.

“baby.. well, maybe.., did you check yourself?” he cautiously approached the upcoming topic. he could feel parts of his sweats sticking to his skin like rice cake on a hot day. and he had a feeling that your attitude wasn’t just an attitude.

“what do you mean..?” your brows furrowed at the random question displayed before you.

“you know, like.. are you on?”

“my period?” he hummed in response to answer.

“noo..? i checked earlier.. plus i didn’t feel any paining.. or any symptoms like usual..”

he nods at your reassurance, knowing how cranky you can get when it’s close to that time of the month. that’s when everything shifted, you were suddenly pulled onto his lap and kissing him roughly on the couch, his hands exploring each and every inch of your body. you knew exactly how this was gonna end— you being completely ruined by the end of this night.

. . .

“babe, you’re fucking squeezin’ me.” sunghoon groaned, gripping the sides of your hips in a tight manner. “pussy still begging for more, huh?”

“please hoonie..” you whined at the friction of his cock colliding with yours perfectly, feeling every ridge and vein. like his cock was made just for you. “want it so bad..”

he wasted no time in burying himself deeper inside you, in all honesty he wanted you no more than you wanted him. he needed you the most right now. the fact that he’d spent so long ignoring you today because of his stubborn, selfish actions left him feeling more than guilty, and he was going to show you just how much he wants you.

sunghoon’s hand pressed on your stomach with every stroke he landed in you. every curve his length went through to touch your G. “fuck..” he landed a sharp slap onto your tits.

you couldn’t help but grind your hips back up against him. a tense burning sensation sprawling throughout your whole body. it make you urge for more, like nothing was enough, even though you were in pure bliss. you were nothing but a mewling, shrieking mess.

“hoon! ugh, please ruin me..hmm please..” your arms reached up, grasping around his neck.

“you’re driving me fucking crazy, y’know?” he airly chuckled throwing he head back. the feel of your slick creating sticky vines across his skin whenever he’d pull out. the sound of it, the look of it. all of it turning him on even more.

your back arched at the thought of maxing out around his thick shaft. the praise you’ll get since you’ve done so well for him.

“i love you..” you mumbled bittersweet nothings one after another.

“shit, loosen the fuck up.” his hands entangled your sweaty hair gripping it in a careful but aggressive manner. “fuck, i’m gonna come.” he began to thrust into your messy cunt relentlessly, pounding you into oblivion.

“hoon— mm’nside please..!” you slurred, drool heaping out the corner of your mouth.

“inside? huh? you want my babies, princess?” “you do, don’t you? want me to fill your fucking pussy with my seed.” sunghoon chuckled at your pleading. he was tired as hell, but soo turned on by you, by the thought of you bearing his children.

“’es yes, yes hoon!”

“whatever you want, baby.” his length pumped into you filling you up, not an empty fucking crevice in your soppy cunt.

“thank you.. daddy.. ”

[sweetdispatch]

His special day - J. Hughes

Purple Chemistry | Previous Chapter

summary: Jack finally realised how much you mean to him after showing up in a hospital

warning: mentions of injury

words: 1.5k

note: last chapter has arrived!

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For the next few weeks, the tension was visible between you two. Just like a kiss showed you that you’re more than friends with Jack. You tried to act normal around him but you couldn’t. Your feelings were going crazy while you were around him. Jack was lost in this situation. The kiss you shared was full of emotions and he didn’t know what to think.

Jack started to see you as a future girlfriend but he wasn’t sure if he’s ready for commitment. You two had different lives and opinions and he didn’t want to ruin the dynamic you two share. He was wondering if it would be bad to stay as friends. He didn’t want to take the risk of losing you because your relationship hadn’t worked out. 

The last game of the season between New York Rangers and New Jersey Devils ended up 4:3 which means that Rangers beat Devils in all four games this season. This match was way tougher than the previous ones. Jersey was leading 3:2 before the third period. In the last part of the game, they lost 2 goals and Rangers were celebrating. 

You knew that Jack would be bitter about the result. Last time he was sad over their 3:1 loss and now, he’s either gonna be heartbroken or mad as hell. You were at this game but this time, he didn’t ask you if he could come home with you. You thought that he had to be back with the team in New Jersey and decided not to push him to see you. 

The truth was that Jack was struggling with his shoulder and that’s why he didn’t come to see you after the game. He hadn’t told you anything about it because he didn’t want to bother you. He kept this as quiet as possible. Couple days later, he played his last game of the season before he required surgery on his shoulder. 

You found out about this from social media. You were scrolling your twitter when you saw a Devils post that Jack is out for the rest of the season because he needed a surgery. Your phone fell from your hand when you read it. You froze in spot. You were scared of him and his health. When you came back to your senses, you called Luke to ask him about it. 

“Hi, I know I never call you but I need to know what’s happening with Jack. I read that he needed surgery” You were rambling.

“Y/N calm down. Everything is fine. He needs surgery on his shoulder but he’s gonna be alright. He’s at home with parents to take care of him. Nothing to worry about” 

“Wait, he’s in Michigan? He hadn’t told me anything” You sighed.

“Yes, he’s in Michigan and he didn’t say a word to you because he knew you’re gonna be panicking. I told him it’s a bad idea to keep it from you but that was his choice” 

“Can I visit him?” You asked.

“I guess. I can call my mom and get the information in which hospital he is and send them to you” 

“Please do, I owe you” Luke laughed at your words.

Before Luke messaged you with the information, you went to ask your boss if you can have a free week due to personal reasons. He agreed on that and you ran into your apartment to pack your suitcase and booked a plane ticket to go and see Jack. While doing this, Luke sent you all the information you needed. 

The next day you had a plane. You were scared of Jack’ reaction when he saw you. You felt bad that you're doing this behind his back but this was to calm your nerves and make sure that he’s alright. When you landed, you took a taxi and went straight into the hospital. You didn’t care about the luggage you had with you. All you wanted was to see him.

From Luke, you found out that Jack had his surgery yesterday so he was resting in a hospital room. You stood up in front of the door and knocked. You didn’t want to interrupt him while he’s sleeping or someone else is in the room.

“Mom you don’t need to knock, I’m not 5” You heard and took it as a yes. Slowly you opened the door and Jack froze when he saw you. “What are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be at work?”

“I took a free week to check on you. I read that you had an operation and I was scared of you and I just needed to see you” Tears spilled from your eyes.

“Hey, don’t cry. I’m fine” He tried to calm you down. “Come, sit next to me” You saw a chair and sat while wiping away your tears. “You seriously took a free week just to see me? How did you even know where I am?”

“I talked with Luke and he told me everything since you were dead silent after the game” 

“Sorry for that, I just didn’t want to bother you” He shrugged but while doing this he hissed in pain.

“Don’t use your shoulder. You’ll make it worse” You grabbed his healthy hand and started caressing it. “You should tell me, I was thinking that you’re mad at me because Rangers won” You tried to lighten the mood. This time it worked because he laughed. 

“No, I was mad after the game but I could never be mad at you” He smiled at you. 

You spent the next two days next to him in the hospital. You didn’t want to leave him alone while his parents couldn't be there. You were only leaving Jack to go and get sleep in a hotel but even in this situation, he had to push you off the room because you wanted to stay. You saw that he’s in pain and can’t use his left arm, that’s why you wanted to be there for him. 

Jack finally could go back to his house and you were delighted hearing that. He was feeling less pain and you could get proper sleep knowing that he’s alright. You were hanging out with him in your last free days and helped his parents with everything in the house. His mum was smiling at the sign of you two but she didn’t know that you’re just friends. 

After a week, you returned to New York but still, you were checking on him every day calling him after work and asking how he’s feeling. It became tradition between the two of you to have a conversation each evening. Jack was thankful to have you by his side and he realised that all the time he had feelings for you.

You were always there for him, no matter what. Jack stopped caring about the fact that you might hate his team but he was sure that you love him. When you took off the week to be with him, he knew that he had to ask you to be his girlfriend. He didn’t care anymore that this might ruin your dynamic if things won’t turn the way he wants but he was willing to take the risk.

On his birthday in May, you flew for the weekend to celebrate with Jack his special day. He knew that you’re coming and he was prepared to ask you the question. That was the birthday gift he wanted from you. You meet his older brother Quinn and thank Luke for help. Four of you had fun this whole day on the boat. Seeing you getting along with his brothers was confirmation that he had to make you his. 

When you stepped out of the boat, Quinn and Luke went inside. You wanted to follow them but Jack stopped you. You faced him and looked into his eyes. He smiled. 

“Thank you for everything you’ve been doing for me for the past month. Actually thank you for everything. Thank you for being by my side in good and bad times. We might had arguments earlier but I know that you’re my person Y/N” 

“It’s so nice that you see me in this light. Anything for friends right?” You joked but his face fell when he heard the word friends.

“About that” He took a deep breath. ”You’re much more for me than just a friend. It took me long enough to realise but I have strong feelings for you and I want you as my girlfriend” He grabbed your hand and you didn’t know what to say. You stood like that for a minute. 

“You don’t have a clue how long I wanted to hear those words” You chuckled. “I would love to be your girlfriend” You answered and he smiled widely at you. 

Jack placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you into a kiss. First kiss as a couple. No more kisses as friends, enemies, situationship. From now on, kisses as a relationship full of love.

[warping-realities]

Through the Looking Glass

Jason woke up to the annoying sound of his alarm clock, the same one he'd been struggling to not ignore for weeks. He stretched in bed, feeling like a ton of bricks, and stared at the ceiling, which felt lower than ever. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, but he wasn’t feeling it. Another day at his digital marketing job, where he spent his time filling out spreadsheets and organizing data. The office was lively, with colorful desks and people yapping about the latest trends, but Jason felt like a spectator in a movie he didn’t wanna watch.

After a quick shower, he threw on a shirt that was getting a bit tight around his gut and some pants that miraculously still fit. He checked himself out in the mirror, trying to style his hair to hide his thinning spots. The result was a messy combo that made him sigh. "This ain’t gonna hold up," he thought as he grabbed his thermos full of coffee and headed out.

On the way to work, he couldn’t shake thoughts of his latest attempts to find someone special. Unanswered messages on Grindr, awkward dates that ended in cringey silence, and the feeling that his love life was stuck in neutral. He forced himself to focus on the traffic, but his mind wandered. "Why can’t I change this?" he wondered.

When he got to the office, he was met with the usual hustle and bustle. His coworkers were chatting about marketing strategies and new campaigns, but Jason just settled at his desk, where a mountain of unread emails awaited him. He dove into graphs and reports, chugging coffee after coffee to fight off the fatigue. He knew caffeine was just a quick fix, and soon he’d feel jittery, his hands shaking a bit as he typed.

The hours dragged on, and the chatter around him blended into a dull hum. He glanced out the window, where the sun was shining bright, but he felt like he was trapped in a dark box. Lunchtime rolled around, and his coworkers gathered for a lively meal, laughing and sharing stories. Jason hesitated but opted to stay at his lonely table, where a sad tuna sandwich was waiting for him. He ate in silence, watching the office's energy, feeling like an outsider in a world that wasn’t his.

Afternoon came, and he was back to work, the monotony settling in again. The same tasks kept repeating, and he wondered if he’d ever break this cycle. If only he could find some purpose, something to make him feel alive again. But for now, all he could do was survive, day after day, as the clock ticked away, dragging on forever.

At the end of the shift, he waved goodbye to everyone with a fake smile and started walking the few blocks to where he parked his car that morning. But the universe and his body had other plans. “Damn bladder that can’t hold anything,” Jason grumbled as he hurriedly searched for somewhere to take a leak. Then, out of nowhere, he found himself in front of a rundown gym. He had passed by that place a million times on his way to work but never even glanced at it. Gym life was definitely not his thing. When he stepped inside, it was oddly quiet. No background music, no clients—just a super buff guy sitting at the reception, flashing a smile that Jason was pretty sure had more white teeth than anyone could have, only for it to vanish when he urgently asked to use the bathroom.

As he half-ran, awkwardly shuffling to avoid wetting his pants, he started thinking that the gym wasn’t in the best shape; the equipment looked neglected, and the lighting was terrible. This, combined with the absence of clients, explained the receptionist's gloomy vibe.

Finally reaching the bathroom, he dashed in and, without hesitation, relieved his bursting bladder. Feeling a huge sense of relief as he finished, he shook his modest member and turned around, only to be met with a huge mirror. Had that been there when he got in? Obviously, yes, giant mirrors don’t just pop up outta nowhere. Probably, in his frantic rush to the urinal, he had overlooked what was right in front of him.

But that mirror was totally outta place. It had a golden frame with intricate designs on the edges and some kind of writing he couldn’t make out. As he took a closer look, he ended up getting the biggest scare of his life.“WTF!” he screamed, staring at a complete stranger instead of himself. Reflected in the glass was the most ripped dude he’d ever seen, even bigger than the guy at the reception. The bodybuilder was staring back at him, dressed only in tight white shorts that left little to the imagination. Muscles bulging, covered in tanned, sweaty skin, like he’d just crushed a killer workout. A completely bald head, but with a thick beard covering his chiseled jaw. Jason quickly looked down, realizing he was still himself before glancing back at the mirror. “Like what ya see, brother?” the bodybuilder said in a deep voice. “What the fuck?” Jason repeated. “This can’t be real.”

The bodybuilder in the mirror stepped closer, his impressive physique clearly defined in those tight shorts. “Because I’m really glad to see you!” the dude teased, flexing his powerful muscles, licking his lips like Jason was the tastiest thing he’d ever seen. Seeing that, Jason tried to bolt, but his feet wouldn’t budge. To make things worse, his own body betrayed him, and he found himself mimicking the bodybuilder’s every move, as if the reflection was him, while a satisfied grin spread across the other man’s face. Tremendously freaked out, Jason locked eyes with the bodybuilder, and it felt like something was holding him there. Meanwhile, the bodybuilder reached out, his finger seeming to touch the mirror from the inside, and slowly, Jason’s arm imitated the motion. He wanted to scream and ask for help, but no words came out; it felt like his mouth was glued shut. With wide eyes, he saw his finger inching closer to the mirror, as if in slow-mo, even though everything was happening super fast. He see the other guy’s smile grow and felt the cold surface of the mirror for a split second, and then… Jason was standing in the middle of a massive room that looked like every gym imaginable, surrounded by workout equipment and free weights, further away a tatami with martial arts gear and a punching bag. No longer was there a mirror, but a sort of window in the air, and staring back at him from the other side, with a cheeky grin, was… himself!

“Thanks, bro,” said the other him. “You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.”

As Jason watched, stunned, his reflection in the mirror started to transform before his eyes. His dark hair quickly receded, revealing a tanned, bald head. His skin took on a golden hue, like he’d been baking in the sun for hours, anime a bushy beard covered his face.

His muscles began to expand impressively, growing and defining with each passing second. His shoulders broadened, his back turned wide and muscular. His arms, once skinny, gained volume and shape, with veins popping under the skin.

His shirt and pants seemed to struggle against this muscular growth, the seams straining and threatening to rip at any moment. Suddenly, the clothes tore apart, revealing a sculpted physique, with a defined chest and abs that looked like they were carved from ice.

Then the clothes began to reform in a way that was nothing like the previous one. A pair of tight white shorts replaced his old pants, showcasing thick, powerful thighs while a tank top barely contained the prominent muscles of his back and shoulders. His feet also grew considerably, now wearing gigantic size 15 sneakers. The man in the mirror looked like a true pro athlete, a bodybuilder at his peak, with an intimidating and commanding presence. As Jason watched, mouth agape, the man flexed his arms, showing off gigantic biceps and veins bulging all over his bronzed skin. A mischievous smile formed on his lips, and he winked at the real Jason, trapped on the other side of the mirror.

Suddenly, the muscular man turned and stepped out of Jason's line of sight, and at that exact moment, the strange window in the air dissolved like mist. Jason tried to scream, to call for someone, but his voice seemed to vanish, leaving him powerless before that surreal situation.

Slowly, the reality of what he had just witnessed began to sink in. He couldn’t believe what had just happened. How was this possible? Where was he? And who was this dude who now took his place?

Desperate, Jason lost his cool. He screamed, cried, begged for help, but nothing seemed to work. He was trapped, a prisoner of his own reflection.

“Hey, no point in yelling,” a young dude with tan skin and solid muscles, more agile than flashy, approached him with a calm voice. “You’re stuck here until the window opens again.”

“Who are you? What’s going on? Where am I?” He turned to the guy, desperate for answers. “Why is this happening to me?”

The guy looked at him with a serious expression as he spoke. “I don’t know much more than you, to be real. When I got here, it was the same deal. The dude who’s now in your body thought this had been going on forever. He didn’t know how, but it seemed to be some kind of cycle.”

“This is nuts!” Jason exclaimed. “It can’t be real. How can someone just swap places with another person? This makes no sense!”

“I get that it’s crazy,” the guy said with a slight understanding smile. “But it’s reality. You gotta accept that.” Jason felt a chill in his gut, his emotions conflicting between doubt and disbelief.

Looking for a spot to sit and process everything, Jason walked over to a bench press.

“Watch out!”

“What now?” he asked, startled.

“You gotta be careful with what you pick here,” the guy warned. “What you decide to do is gonna shape who you’ll be when the window opens again. Mathew, the physics teacher who was here before, bulked up to that huge bodybuilder because he chose to hit the weights. Little by little, he turned into Ibrahim, the Arab bodybuilder who took your spot.”

“What if I don’t wanna be a bodybuilder? What if I wanna go back to my normal life?”

“It’s complicated,” the young guy replied, shaking his head. “You can choose to do nothing and wait. But trust me, you’re going to end giving in. Time here isn’t like in our world. You won’t need to sleep or eat or even take a piss; it’ll be a long stretch of… nothing. And believe me, standing still isn’t the best option.”

Jason looked at the bench press and then at the weights around him. He was in a bind. “And what if I never give up? What happens if I don’t touch anything and just hang tight?”

“You’ll be stuck here until another window opens,” the guy explained. “And that window could take a hot minute to show up. People who end up in this dimension usually transform into something new because it’s easier than waiting.”

Jason’s mind was racing. “And you? Who were you before all this?”

“I was a big-time ballet dancer,” the guy said, with a nostalgic look. I was about to make my last presentation before retiring. Then I made the mistake of using the bathroom at a hotel pool. And suddenly, I was here, and the hotel had a brand-new lifeguard. I didn’t believe what Mathew told me; I barely registered it, and when I sat on the tatami to cry, boom, I started to change. I couldn’t believe what was happening. The physical transformation was terrifying… But eventually, I accepted it.”

“What’s your name?”

“I’m Bruno.”

“And before?” Jason asked, curious.

“That doesn’t matter anymore,” the guy replied, looking at the tatami. “You’ll find that what was before ends up losing its significance.”

“I’m not letting this happen!”

“You can try. I get that there’s something really important for you out there: family, friends… so good luck.” Bruno replied, heading toward the tatami where he began practicing skilled movements.

As Jason watched Bruno expertly moving on the tatami, he couldn’t help but feel like a shadow of who he could be. Bruno was the embodiment of confidence and strength; his movements were fluid and full of purpose, super different from his own days filled with inertia and monotony. The memory of his miserable life crept into his mind like thick fog that wouldn’t let him see clearly.

He remembered how many times he’d sat in front of the computer, battling feelings of insignificance. The empty interactions with coworkers who didn’t care, the pointless conversations that led nowhere. The weight of boredom followed him like a shadow. He no longer felt part of the world; he just existed, day after day, like a shadow of himself.

“What if I just let myself go?” That idea began to ring in his head. Ibrahim’s life, with its sculpted body and undeniable power, seemed tempting, or even Bruno’s agile physique. The transformation could be a way to escape the mediocrity that trapped him. It was seductive to think he could be a new man, strong and admired. How many times had he dreamed of being someone different, someone who inspired respect?

But as that idea formed, a spark of resistance began to glow inside him. It was a feeling he never knew he had, a determination that seemed to rise from the depths of his soul. “No! I can’t let some supernatural force decide who I am!” He refused to let himself be changed, to become a mere reflection of someone he wasn’t.

With that decision in mind, he took a deep breath, focusing on his reality. The life he had, though miserable, was still his. He loved his friends, even if he didn’t see them often. He had dreams and aspirations, even if they were buried beneath the routine. He didn’t want to give up being Jason, the guy he’d always been, no matter how hard it meant fighting against the current.

Time passed, and Jason started to explore the space around him. He moved cautiously, avoiding touching any equipment, as if each machine were a hidden trap. The room was massive, with an entirely empty center, and along the edges were weight machines, Bruno’s tatami, a boxing ring, even a basketball hoop and a soccer goal. In the corners of the room were doors. As he passed one, he found himself in a corridor connected to various others. The corridors led to different rooms dedicated to various physical activities: a more complete martial arts room, a yoga area with perfectly lined mats, a huge swimming pool, and even a dance room with mirrors from floor to ceiling.

He took in every detail, soaking in the grandeur of the space. Who or what had built all this? After wandering aimlessly through what could have been years or just a few minutes, he returned to the central room where Bruno was now meditating on the tatami.

Bruno opened his eyes slowly and looked at Jason with a curious expression, as if he had been waiting for an answer. “So, have you made your decision?” he asked, his voice calm and firm.

Jason felt a wave of determination warm his heart. He wasn’t willing to transform into someone else, to give up his identity. “Yeah,” he replied, with a resolute tone. “I’ve decided that I wanna keep being who I am. I won’t let myself be dragged away.”

Bruno frowned, his expression shifting from curiosity to concern. “You know this might have consequences, right? Staying here without changing might not be the best choice.”

“For me, it’s the only choice,” Jason insisted. “I’ve got friends, a life, even if it ain’t perfect. I’d rather fight for that than lose myself in a new identity that isn’t mine.”

As the days passed—or what seemed like days in that timeless place—Jason’s routine became clearer. He explored the space, getting familiar with the equipment but always steering clear of anything that might lead him to a transformation while trying to find a way out. Bruno, on the other hand, seemed more anxious by the minute. With each moment, his expression grew heavier with frustration.

“Jason, you need to understand that your resistance is holding me back,” Bruno said, his tone getting more impatient. “I can’t keep doing this. If you don’t move forward, I can’t either. You’re keeping us both trapped in an endless void.”

Jason, for his part, had begun to suspect that maybe Bruno was more involved in the situation than he appeared. “Why do you insist so much? Why can’t you accept that I don’t want to be someone else? You yourself said that Mathew and Ibrahim were totally different people.”

“Because I can’t take it anymore, Jason! I was someone before all this, just like you. And thinking about it gnaws at me; I’m stuck halfway and I just need to move on. Transformation is part of who we are now. I’m not trying to force you to change, but your refusal to move forward is holding me back too,” Bruno explained, the frustration in his voice becoming palpable.

Bruno's words began to echo in Jason's mind. It was true that there was something deeper in Bruno's quest. He wasn’t just trying to convince him to transform; there was a hidden desperation, a need for freedom that shone through in his eyes. But Jason couldn’t let himself be swayed. He needed to stay true to himself.

“Look, I understand that you might be feeling trapped, but I can’t be the answer to your problems. You can’t force me to change,” Jason replied, trying to remain calm.

“Of course I can! Do you think you can handle it if I come at you? Just throw you on the mat and it’ll all be over!”

“I knew it! You’re behind all this!”

“Don’t be an idiot; if I were behind all this, I would have already done what I just told you!”

“Maybe you can’t; you said it yourself, I’m the one who needs to choose.”

“You’re being stupid again; I could have simply not warned you and let things happen. And you have no idea how much I regret intervening.”

“Then do it, come on! Throw me on that damn mat and end this!” Jason shouted.

Bruno fell silent, his gaze lost in the void as Jason's words echoed in the room. He seemed tempted to act, his hands clenching into fists. However, hesitation was written all over his face. “I… I can’t do that,” he finally said, his voice low. “I don’t have the courage to interfere in someone else’s life like that.”

“Then you’re a hypocrite!” Jason shot back, frustration overflowing. “You’re here desperate to get out, but for that, you’re going to have to take someone else’s place, right?”

Bruno shook his head, the expression of conflict clear on his face. “I know that’s true, but… but if I transform, if I really become someone else, I won’t be me anymore, those doubts won’t exist. I saw that with Ibrahim. When the time comes, I won’t care about anything… but right now I can’t.”

“Hypocrite! You don’t really care about not interfering in someone else’s life; you only care about how it’s going to make you feel!” Jason retorted, feeling the weight of indignation.

Bruno looked down at the floor, the internal struggle evident. Jason, feeling he had said what he needed, turned and left the central room, walking through the parallel corridors branching out in unknown directions. The environment was a maze that seemed to mock his solitude. He didn’t know how long he wandered in that “no-time” until the lack of company began to weigh on him. He realized he couldn’t continue like that. He needed companionship, connection, even if it meant returning to Bruno. So with hesitant steps, he made his way back to the central room, where Bruno was still.

As he entered, he saw Bruno again in a meditative position. When he approached, the young man opened and lifted his eyes, and with a determined expression, said, “Jason, I reflected on what you said. And you’re right. Maybe it’s too late for me to go back to who I was. But you… you’re still you. You have the right to keep being who you are.”

Bruno's words brought an unexpected relief to Jason. He saw the sincerity in the man’s eyes, and for the first time, he felt a bridge being built between them.

Jason and Bruno sat on the floor in the emptiness of the central room, both in silence for a moment, allowing the weight of their previous conversations to dissipate. The tension that had existed between them now seemed to give way to mutual understanding. Jason felt that despite their differences, they shared something in common: the struggle to find a way in a world that had changed without warning.

“Let’s explore this together,” Jason suggested, his voice carrying a new determination. “If we’re stuck here, maybe we can discover an exit or something that helps us better understand this place.”

Bruno nodded, a shy smile appearing on his face. “Yeah, I’d love that. I believe that if we’re together, we can handle this situation better.”

The two stood up and began to walk. The environment was vast, with corridors branching out in various directions. They passed by rooms dedicated to every kind of physical activity imaginable, many of which neither of them had any idea about. Jason just looked at the doors, knowing what awaited him if he dared to enter. Bruno already knew his path but was able to explore better. As they walked through the endless possibilities of sports and physical activities that the human mind had invented, Bruno began to open up.

“Sometimes, I feel like my mind is a mess,” he commented as they walked. “My memories are all jumbled. I remember being a dancer, feeling the music flow through my veins and performing on stages. But now… now it’s like everything is mixed with fighting moves, martial arts, and I can’t distinguish between the two.”

Jason looked at Bruno with empathy. He tried to imagine the confusion the other man faced, the internal struggle between who he was and who he was becoming. “That must be tough to deal with,” Jason said.

Bruno smiled, but sadness still lingered in his eyes. “Yeah, it’s complicated. I feel like, in some way, I’m losing the essence of what made me happy. Dance… it was everything to me. Now, I don’t know if I’m still… him.”

Just at that moment, while they were walking, Jason spotted a door leading to a dance room. The soft sound of classical music leaked from inside, like an invitation. A sudden impulse took over him, and he stopped in front of the entrance. “Hey, how about we check it out?” he suggested, hope shining in his eyes. “Maybe you can dance again.”

Bruno hesitated, looking at the door and then back at Jason. “Dance? I don’t know if I can… I’m not her anymore.”

“But what if you try? Maybe it’ll help. It could be a way to reclaim that part of you, who knows, maybe even reverse the process,” Jason insisted, his enthusiasm growing.

Bruno took a deep breath and finally agreed. “Alright, let’s give it a shot.”

As Jason waited at the door, Bruno stepped into the room, and the music enveloped him immediately. The space was spacious, with mirrors on the walls and a polished floor reflecting the soft light. Jason, even from a distance, felt the vibrant energy of the place, a sense of possibility washing over him. Bruno, on the other hand, seemed hesitant. He moved to the center of the hall and, with a nervous gesture, began to try reproducing some of the steps he remembered.

However, the dance that once flowed with grace and beauty now seemed awkward. Bruno’s movements were stiff, the steps didn’t fit, and the music seemed to drift away from him. He attempted to execute a pirouette, but his legs didn’t respond as before, and he stumbled, nearly falling.

“Bruno!” Jason exclaimed, worried, but Bruno quickly composed himself, a forced smile on his face. “It’s fine, just a little mistake.” Then he broke down in tears. It was terrifying to see a man that big suddenly seem so fragile. “I want to go back to being who I was, but I don’t know how.” Bruno admitted, his voice carrying an emotional weight.

Jason wanted to get closer to Bruno, but he couldn’t, so he just spoke, trying to comfort his friend. “Remember you’re not alone. I believe in you; you can do it.”

Bruno took a deep breath, his determination renewed. He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing the music to envelop him completely. Then, with a fluid motion, he began to dance. Unlike his previous hesitance, there was now a lightness in his steps, a rhythm that seemed to flow from his essence. Each movement began to fit harmoniously, as if the music were guiding him.

Jason watched, amazed. It was as if a new energy had taken over Bruno; he was dancing not just with his body, but with his soul. The dance was a reflection of who he truly was, and he was finally breaking free from the chains that bound him. The steps became bolder, the turns wider, and the expression on his face shifted from insecurity to pure joy.

When the music finally came to an end, Bruno stopped, breathless but with a radiant smile on his face. He turned to Jason, who was cheering enthusiastically. "Did you see that? I did it!” Bruno exclaimed, joy written all over his face as he approached Jason.

“It was amazing! You were incredible!” Jason replied, still in awe. He felt a wave of pride for Bruno, as if his victory was also his own. In an impulse, the two moved closer and hugged, the connection between them stronger than ever.

For a brief moment, the world around them disappeared. Jason felt the warmth of Bruno’s body, the strength and vulnerability coexisting in that embrace. The smell of the other man filled his nostrils, the heat of that muscular body. Their hearts beat in unison, and for a moment, their faces drew close, the idea of a kiss lingering in the air. But as if a spell had been broken, they both pulled away at the same time, a slight blush on their faces.

“Sorry, I… didn’t mean to…” Bruno started to say, but Jason interrupted.

“Don’t worry, it was a spontaneous moment. We’re just… going through a lot,” Jason replied, trying to dissipate the tension that had sprung up between them.

“Yeah, exactly,” Bruno agreed, a nervous smile still on his face. “Shall we get back to the search for the exit?”

“Absolutely!” Jason replied, and together they left the dance room, now revitalized by the experience.

However, as they walked through the corridors, something unexpected happened. The paths that had once seemed endless abruptly led them back to the central room, where Jason and Bruno stopped in shock at a scene that seemed surreal, for in the center of the space was a brand-new smartphone, glowing under the soft light of the environment.

“Is that a smartphone? What the hell is that doing here?” Bruno asked, intrigued. They approached cautiously, exchanging curious glances. The device began to vibrate, as if it were waiting for them.

“Do you think… it could be a way to communicate?” Jason suggested, hope in his voice. “Maybe we can use it to learn more about this place or even find an exit.”

“There’s only one way to find out, and it’s probably better if it’s me for safety’s sake,” Bruno said, reaching out and grabbing the smartphone. The device was light and sleek, and as soon as he unlocked it, the screen lit up just as something inside Bruno faded while a new transformation overtook him.

Jason watched, stunned by what unfolded before his eyes. Bruno, his friend and ally in that strange world, was changing radically.

The muscles of the man began to harden, and although they didn’t grow much in size, they became hard and powerful. His body structure modified, gaining impressive functionality, far beyond a mere display of physical beauty. His tanned skin seemed to stretch over the sculpted forms, revealing the latent strength and capacity.

As the transformation progressed, Bruno's face also underwent changes. The innocence and vulnerability that had once graced his features were replaced by a hard and arrogant expression. The nose, likely broken several times during intense fights, had a crooked appearance, and his ears took on the characteristic cauliflower shape typical of martial arts athletes, although they were covered by a wave of curly hair.

But the most frightening change was in his eyes. Once filled with doubt and hope, they now became cold and calculating, as if Bruno’s soul had drained away, leaving only an empty shell. A mocking smile formed at the corner of his lips, completing the transformation.

Jason watched everything, paralyzed by fear and disbelief. He couldn’t believe what was happening, his mind struggling to process the radical change in his friend. When Bruno's altered face turned in his direction, Jason felt an urge to flee, but he knew it would be futile. Before he could move, Bruno easily captured him, his strength now far superior.

"You had the chance to choose for yourself," Bruno said, his voice mocking and strangely lively. "But now I’m the one who chooses."

Jason felt a shiver run down his spine. Bruno's words echoed like a sentence, leaving him with no way out. He saw the determination in the eyes of the man who had once been his friend and knew that nothing he did could change what was to come.

Bruno held Jason with immense strength as he dragged him along. Fear consumed Jason's body as Bruno moved through the corridors, each step echoing like a warning of what was to come. The surroundings seemed distorted, the walls closing in as he was pulled further away

Finally, they reached the door of the dance room, and Bruno stopped. Jason, seizing the brief moment, made a desperate attempt to break free, but Bruno reacted quickly. With an agile and precise movement, Jason was thrown into the room.

He fell heavily to the floor, confusion and fear taking over his body. He looked around, trying to find an exit, but the door through which he entered was blocked by the figure of the other man, leaving him trapped in that space.

Then, something began to happen. He felt a strange sensation coursing through his body, an energy that seemed to concentrate in every cell. His features began to change, the expression lines softening as the clock turned back and the weight of the years melted away, with his hair, once prematurely gray, regaining a much darker hue, and advancing to cover the receding hairline.

A mustache and goatee appeared on his face, giving the younger face a manly look. Jason observed, astonished, as his belly shrank and body hair disappeared, leaving his skin with a tone as dark as Bruno’s.

His muscles began to define, increasing in size and acquiring a sculpted appearance. His arms becoming toned and muscular, while his legs strengthened, accustomed to dance movements, though certainly not ballet.

When the transformation reached his eyes, they changed color, taking on a deep brown hue. And with that final change, a new identity emerged in his mind: Pedro.

He stood up, feeling light and agile, as if he had truly been reborn. Looking at his hands, now stronger and calloused, Pedro felt a wave of confidence wash over him.

At that moment, Bruno entered the room, his face contorted in an expression of triumph. “So, it seems someone finally has to accept their new self, huh? He said, with a playful smile.

Pedro glared at Bruno, his eyes shining with fierce determination. "I’m not gonna accept this! You can't force me to be something I'm not!"

Bruno let out a dry laugh. "Oh, but it ain't me doing that. You're stuck here, just like I was. And now, you're gonna become exactly what you were meant to be. In fact, you’re already starting to, aren’t you? Don’t even try to deny it; I can see it."

Without a second thought, Pedro charged at Bruno, fists clenched and adrenaline pumping through his veins. But Bruno, with his quick reflexes, was faster. He grabbed Pedro's arms, twisting them hard, pulling him in closer.

"You really think you can take me on?" Bruno said playfully, like this was the most fun he’d ever had.

Pedro struggled against the iron grip, his breath coming in ragged gasps. But as their bodies drew nearer, something shifted. The tension between them morphed into a palpable attraction, an energy that seemed to sink its claws into both of them.

Suddenly, Bruno yanked Pedro close, their lips crashing together in a fierce, desperate kiss. Pedro, initially hesitant, melted into the touch, their bodies intertwining in a heated embrace.

Bruno’s hands explored Pedro’s body, feeling every curve, every defined muscle. Pedro, in turn, reciprocated the touches, his own hands wandering beneath Bruno’s clothes, eager for more contact.

The kiss deepened, their tongues dancing in a sensual rhythm. The world around them seemed to disappear, and all that mattered was that moment, that touch.

Slowly, Bruno laid Pedro down on the floor, their bodies moving in sync, as if they were made for each other. The clothes were stripped away with urgency, revealing bronzed skin and sculpted muscles.

Pedro moaned softly, his fingers gripping Bruno’s back as he penetrated him with a desperate urgency. Their movements became increasingly frantic, their bodies colliding in an erotic dance.

Waves of pleasure enveloped them, their moans echoing in the dance room. They lost themselves in each other, forgetting everything except the overwhelming connection that bound them.

When they finally reached their peak, Pedro and Bruno collapsed into each other’s arms, their breaths heavy. In that moment, everything seemed to resolve, as if that encounter had been destined to happen from the beginning.

After that intense experience, the two returned to the central room, laughing and sharing kisses and caresses, bound to each other like a firefly drawn to a flame. But reality came knocking at the door again, for at the exact moment they entered the room, a window opened in the air before them, and on the other side stood an unsuspecting young man.

Bruno looked at Pedro with a soft smile, his eyes shining with a mix of desire and affection. He leaned in, capturing the other man's lips in a fiery, passionate kiss, his hand caressing Pedro's face with a tenderness that made his earlier aggressive behavior seem impossible.

When they finally pulled apart, Bruno held Pedro's hands between his, looking at him with seriousness. "No matter where you go, no matter who you become, you need to promise me that you'll come find me."

Pedro nodded, his gaze resolute. "I promise, Bruno. I’ll find you, no matter what happens." He pulled the other man in for one last kiss, feeling the urgency and passion radiating from both of them.

Then, Bruno stepped back, gazing at the window in the air that opened before them. His eyes sparkled with renewed confidence, a mysterious smile on his lips. Slowly, he approached the opening, extending his hand toward the young man waiting on the other side.

The moment his fingers brushed the surface of the window, a wave of energy swept through the space, and Bruno's figure dissolved, replaced by that of a boy with a classic nerd look. He wore thin-rimmed glasses, had messy dark hair, and confusion and fear etched on his face.

"Hey," Pedro said, preparing to explain everything to the man.

....

Pedro stood before the window in the air, his heart racing as he looked at the man who had materialized on the other side. He knew he was about to leave that strange place and return to the real world, even though his previous life no longer existed. In reality, that was a good thing because the memories of his new life were the ones he considered true. In front of him stood a man in his early thirties, very skinny, with bleached hair and makeup on his face, a makeup kit abandoned on a marble sink nearby.

Pedro understood that acting would completely change that man's life, but his reservations about it had faded along with most of Jason's memories. He now embraced and longed for that moment. So, he confidently moved toward the window in the air. As he glanced to the side, he saw a young, tanned man with bright blonde hair, exuding the vibe of a professional surfer, watching him with a wide smile. The man radiated confidence, joy, and a sense of relaxation and freedom. Pedro still found it hard to believe that somewhere in the complex there was a wave pool. But the living proof was right there beside him.

"See you later, Jake. I hope our waves cross again," Pedro said, his heart pounding with excitement.

"See you later, Pedro! Go make it worth it!" Jake replied, waving energetically.

With one last look at the surfer, Pedro turned and took the final step toward the window, extending his hand in front of him as the startled makeup artist on the other side did the same. As soon as their fingers touched the air on the other side, he felt a wave of energy enveloping him, pulling him toward his destiny.

Pedro found himself in an unfamiliar place; it was obviously a bathroom, but where? It was clearly much richer than the gym where Jason had entered at an indefinite time in the past, as the marble countertop at the sink matched the marble on the floor, along with the golden details on the faucets and doorknobs. The scent of lemongrass filled the air around Pedro. Gathering courage, he lifted his eyes to confront what he feared most: the bathroom mirror. Just the thought of being sent back and losing the identity he considered true made him tremble. However, when he faced the mirror, he saw only his own reflection—defined muscles, tanned skin, a youthful and handsome face adorned with a mustache and goatee that gave him a roguish yet virile appearance. Breathing a sigh of relief, he stepped out of the bathroom, ready to face what reality had to offer.

As Pedro exited the bathroom, he felt a rush of adrenaline as he adapted to his new reality. He knew he was an up-and-coming pop singer, but things seemed much better than he had imagined. The moment he crossed the door, the shine and luxury of the environment surprised him. He was in an extravagant hotel, with dazzling chandeliers and opulent decor, where natural light filtered through large windows, illuminating the space with a golden glow.

However, there was no time for admiration. Before he could take another step, a young woman with long, wavy hair and a radiant smile approached him. "Pedro! So glad you're here! We’ve all been waiting for you!" she said, pulling him along with a friendly and excited demeanor.

"Waiting for me?" Pedro asked, confused, but soon realized it must be some sort of work. It was still hard for him to believe he was topping the charts and dominating TikTok. “Sorry for the delay!"

"No problem! I'm Ana, your assistant for the day. I’m a huge fan of your work!" the woman exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "You’re simply amazing!"

"Oh, if it’s not too much to ask," Ana said, hesitating slightly, "I’d love to film a dance with you for TikTok. That would be incredible!"

"You know, dancing is really part of my job, and I usually don't mix things... But since I liked you, we can do that later, okay?" he said, trying to keep a friendly tone.

"That would be perfect!" Ana replied, her excitement evident. "Let’s go! The crew is already in the photo area."

They walked through the hotel’s luxurious corridors, giving Pedro time to assimilate that the memories he had acquired in that non-place were indeed real, making him feel comfortable in this new role, and his confidence grew with each step. The atmosphere was filled with creative energy, with production teams adjusting lights and cameras, and he couldn’t help but feel excited.

When they finally arrived at the photo location, Pedro came to a halt, his heart nearly stopping. Before him was Bruno, being photographed at that very moment. The shock was immediate. He couldn’t believe how quickly their paths had crossed! Bruno was there, so close.

He was radiant, his muscular body perfectly posed under the camera flashes. Bruno's expression was one of pure confidence, as if he were at the peak of his game. He turned amidst the flashes, his eyes passing over Pedro, a hint of a tremor on his face, and… nothing.

Pedro felt his heart race as he stared at Bruno, but the expression on the other man’s face was not one of recognition. Bruno looked at him neutrally, as if facing a stranger rather than someone with whom he had shared such intense moments.

The disappointment hit him like a blow, but Pedro knew that entering this new body and life could mean this possibility. He forced himself to keep his composure, taking a deep breath as Ana, his assistant, approached.

"Before we start with the photos, we need to answer a few questions for the article that will accompany the shoot," Ana said with a friendly smile.

Pedro forced a smile and nodded, trying not to betray his frustration. As the crew got organized, a reporter approached him, notepad in hand. Old school, Pedro thought.

"So, to start, do you two know each other?" the reporter asked casually.

Bruno didn’t hesitate. "Yes, of course." Pedro’s heart raced as he cast a hopeful glance at the other man. "All Brazilians know each other, right? Just like all Asians and all Black people." He said with a sarcastic smile that made Pedro’s hopes crumble.

Pedro bit his lip, feeling a wave of disappointment. "Yeah… that's true. Brazil is huge, and also, I’ve lived in the United States since I was five," he replied, trying to keep his tone light.

Bruno continued, indifferent. "Exactly. My last name is Leone, but I’m not related to Gabriel Leone, who did Ferrari and Senna. Anyway, I’ve definitely heard of Pedro Cruz, the new TikTok king."

Pedro forced a laugh, but the sound came out dry and lifeless. What should have been a reunion full of possibilities had now turned into a moment of solitude. Bruno, who had been his friend and ally, and for brief moments the source of the greatest pleasure he had experienced in both his lives, was now a distant figure, an icon on a pedestal he couldn’t reach even though he was right beside him, so close he could feel the heat radiating from his body and the leather and musk scent he exuded.

Pedro took a deep breath, trying to regain control of the situation. He looked at the reporter, a light smile on his face as he said, “Being called the ‘King of TikTok’ is certainly an incredible recognition, but it’s not the most important thing to me. What really drives me is music and dance. I want to be like my inspirations, like Michael Jackson and Bruno Mars. They taught me that art is a way to connect with people, to express feelings, and to tell stories. What I want most is for people to feel the same joy I feel when I perform.”

The reporter nodded, jotting down his words with an interested look. “That’s truly inspiring, Pedro! Now, Bruno, let’s talk about you. Your meteoric career is impressive, going from Olympic judo competitor to movie actor. Can you tell us a bit about how that transition was for you and what it meant to be cast as Roberto da Costa, the Solar Man, in the latest X-Men movie?”

Bruno smiled, his confident expression shining through. “It was an incredible journey. I’ve always been passionate about martial arts, and judo, specifically, has always been a fundamental part of my life. I had the honor of training with the Gracie family in Brazil. The role of Roberto was extremely unexpected; I’d done some telenovelas in Brazil, but nothing this big, so being able to do something like this, even if in the grand scheme of things it was a relatively small role, was still amazing. I auditioned knowing I was perfect for the role but without high hopes of being recognized. When I got the call from Marvel, it felt like a dream come true. I have to thank Kevin Feige and the Russo brothers for believing in me and tapping into the plots of X-Men '97 in the new phase of the mutants. They gave me the opportunity to showcase my potential as an actor, and even though martial arts wasn’t the focus of the casting, it will always be a fundamental part of my life.”

Pedro listened attentively, admiring the confidence Bruno displayed while talking about his career. He realized that although Bruno was distant from their previous friendship, their passion for their respective arts was still a point of connection.

“Speaking of martial arts, you’ll be playing a self-defense instructor and romantic lead opposite Zendaya in the new film by none other than Greta Gerwig. How do you feel about that new role?” the reporter asked, her gaze fixed on Bruno.

“It’s a huge responsibility,” Bruno replied, his eyes shining. “It represents a side of me that the people who followed me in sports never got to see, which is what’s behind the fighter's figure. The energy of the fight, the determination, and strength are characteristics I feel deeply, and I’m excited to showcase that even more with such an incredible director.”

“I have hot information that sparks flew in the more intimate scenes between you and Zendaya.”

“That’s called chemistry, which doesn’t mean something more happened. With the right angle, you can make sparks fly anywhere; take today’s shoot as an example. A competent director can make it seem like there’s something between Pedro and me, even if in reality that’s impossible,” Bruno responded, striking another blow to Pedro’s feelings before continuing to speak. “We need to be careful with this kind of comment; Zendaya is practically married, and I’m engaged.” He finished with a smile on his face, causing Pedro to sink even further.

“Oh, yes, Amanda Grant, silver in rhythmic gymnastics at the last Olympics, and you two were voted couple of the year in several publications. When can we expect the wedding?”

“Soon,” Bruno replied with an enigmatic smile, adding nothing more. The reporter asked more questions for both of them, but Pedro only gave automatic responses as he felt powerless and trapped in a way he had never felt even when stuck in a parallel dimension.

Pedro took a deep breath again, trying to concentrate while the reporter stepped back to capture some photos of the shoot. He and Bruno were in a well-lit studio, surrounded by flashes and laughter, but Bruno's presence kept him in a constant state of tension. When it came time to remove their shirts, the atmosphere shifted. Bruno's well-defined, muscular body seemed to shine under the lights, and the memory of their time together flooded Pedro's mind like a whirlwind.

He struggled to maintain his composure, but every time Bruno moved, their proximity made the situation almost unbearable. The scent of Bruno’s cologne, mixed with his sweat, and the way his muscles flexed as he posed for the camera were all reminders of the incredible sex they had shared. Pedro felt like he was in an emotional battlefield, fighting against the attraction that pulsed between them.

“Cut! Let’s take a break,” shouted the photographer, and Pedro let out a sigh of relief. Bruno’s part in the photoshoot was over, and the actor’s exit eased some of the weight on Pedro’s shoulders. He began to relax, feeling more at ease with the camera and the crew around him.

The reporter returned, and after some light conversation, Pedro found himself having fun, laughing, and getting into the energy of the moment. When it finally came time to film the TikTok video with Ana, the music pulsed in the background, and he started teaching the dance steps he had created. The joy of dancing and teaching infected Pedro, and he forgot the tensions of the shoot, diving into the music and Ana's contagious presence.

However, that joy was abruptly interrupted when, at the end of the shoot, Ana led him to the dressing room, a hotel room serving as a rest space for the team. Upon opening the door, Pedro felt his heart stop for a moment. Bruno was there, sitting in one of the chairs, wearing a simple t-shirt but with a look that seemed to penetrate his soul.

Pedro tried to ignore the tension in the air as he served himself some water, but the emotion of having Bruno so close in a room where they were just the two of them was undeniable. Turning around, Pedro met Bruno's gaze, which seemed charged with something undefined.

“Hey,” Pedro said, trying to keep calm, but his voice came out shakier than he would have liked.

“What are you thinking, boy? You think I didn’t see the way you look me?” Bruno asked, his tone challenging. “I think you’re crazy about me,” he said, moving closer after locking the door.

Pedro opened his mouth to deny it, but the words didn’t come out. Instead, he felt Bruno’s hand gripping his neck tightly, and a chill ran down his spine. “Bruno, wait…”

Before he could finish the sentence, Bruno closed the distance, sealing their lips in an intense kiss. At first, Pedro was paralyzed, surprised by the gesture. But as the kiss deepened, something inside him ignited, and he began to respond, his confused feelings giving way to desire.

When they finally pulled apart, Pedro was speechless, his heart racing. Bruno let out a playful, carefree laugh. “Man, I loved seeing that sad puppy dog look on your face.”

Pedro furrowed his brow, confused. “What do you mean by that?”

Bruno looked at him, his eyes sparkling. “I waited three years, two months, and 25 days for you. When I saw your name on the photoshoot list, I almost fainted. All this time and nothing… I had practically given up. Then today, magically, reality adjusted, and a new pop singer appeared at the top of all the charts, and I allowed myself to feel hope again.”

“Do you remember me?” Pedro asked, incredulity washing over him.

“Apparently, you didn't get smarter during the time we were apart,” Bruno replied, a mischievous smile on his lips.

Pedro felt indignant at that. “Filho da puta, arrombado! he said in portuguese with an irritated voice.

“Yeah, but I’m the asshole son of a bitch you want,” Bruno replied, while squeezing Pedro's impressively large cock, pulling him close again, and they shared another kiss, full of passion and intensity.

As Pedro and Bruno’s lips met again, the accumulated tension dissipated like smoke in the wind. The kiss was a mix of desire and longing, a reunion that seemed destined to happen from the start.

Bruno held Pedro’s face firmly, as if fearing he might disappear at any moment. Pedro’s hand slid down Bruno’s back, feeling the definition of his muscles beneath his t-shirt, and a wave of heat coursed through his body. The outside world faded away, and all that mattered was that moment, that touch.

“You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this,” Bruno whispered between kisses, his voice hoarse and laden with emotion. “Every day without you was a challenge.”

Pedro felt his heart race. “I missed you too, Bruno. You were the reason I fought to be who I am now.”

The intensity of the moment heightened, and Bruno pulled Pedro closer, his hands exploring the other’s body with passionate urgency. Pedro surrendered to the touch, Bruno’s fingers gliding over his exposed skin. The desire grew between them like a flame, illuminating the darkness surrounding them.

“Let’s do this right,” Bruno said, his voice deep and full of promises as he began to unbutton Pedro’s shirt slowly, revealing his well-defined, tanned torso.

Pedro held his breath, a mix of nerves and excitement coursing through him. He had never felt so desired, so alive. With a swift motion, he pulled Bruno closer, their mouths meeting in an even deeper kiss as their hands explored one another's bodies.

The tension between them was palpable, and Pedro let himself be carried away by the passion enveloping them. He felt Bruno’s muscles against his, and the chemistry between them was undeniable. Bruno's hands slid across his back as Pedro lost himself in the sensation of finally being reunited with the man he had longed for for so long.

As they pulled away for a brief moment, both breathless, Bruno looked into Pedro’s eyes, the intensity of his gaze making Pedro’s heart race. “I want you, Pedro. Now and always.”

“Then let’s not wait any longer,” Pedro replied, determination echoing in his voice. He pulled Bruno closer, their bodies joining in a dance of desire and passion.

Bruno smiled, a smile that promised everything they had dreamed of together. They moved together, falling into a trance of touches and kisses as reality around them faded into a whirlwind of sensations. The heat of their bodies melded, and each touch seemed to ignite a new flame between them.

The kisses grew more intense, more urgent, as they surrendered to the passion engulfing them. The outside world faded away, and all that mattered was that influx of passion and desire that found release as the two took turns fucking each other.

After their intense moment of passion, Pedro and Bruno found themselves lying together, their bodies intertwined in a silence that was both comfortable and heavy. The warmth between them still simmered, but a shadow of concern began to loom in Bruno’s mind. He looked at Pedro, his gaze filled with a mix of desire and remorse.

“That was reckless,” Bruno said, his voice low and reflective, as if he were trying to grasp the gravity of what had just happened.

Pedro frowned, his heart racing again. “Reckless? Why? We finally found each other again. After everything we’ve been through, this isn’t recklessness; it’s… it’s what should have happened.”

Bruno sighed, looking away. “I know, but the truth is, I’m engaged to Mandy. This isn’t just a love affair; it’s a convenience. I’m an emerging actor, and she comes from a very religious family that would never accept her sexuality. We have an arrangement. The image we need to maintain is everything.”

Pedro felt a knot form in his stomach. “Are you serious? So all of this… was just a moment?” His voice trembled with the pain of the revelation.

“No, it wasn’t just a moment,” Bruno hurried to reply, holding Pedro’s hand. “What I feel for you is real, but the reality of our world is complicated. Being engaged to someone who is a public figure helps maintain an image that makes things easier in the entertainment industry. Life is much simpler if you seem straight, even if the truth is different.”

Pedro fell silent, absorbing Bruno’s words. He didn’t want to believe that his happiness could be so quickly undone by social conventions. “This is awful!”

“I don't deny it, but what about you? With millions of female fans believing they’ll be the chosen one? The image of an available man is important to you. And as much as things have progressed regarding representation, you'll lose most of your audience if you come out.”

Pedro nodded, frustration clear on his face. “Yeah, I know, but it’s so unfair.”

“Yes, it’s unfair, but the world is unfair, even more so with people like us, we can pretend that things are better now, that we are accepted, that prejudice has disappeared, but that is a lie, the prejudice is just veiled, especially in the current political situation. That’s why we need to be careful. Our relationship cannot be exposed. We’ll have to hide it.”

“Hide? How can you ask that?” Pedro asked, indignation rising within him. “Do you think I can just ignore what we have? Ignore how I feel about you?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Bruno explained, his expression now softer. “We need to find a middle ground. After the article comes out, we can be seen as best friends. A classic bromance. This will pique the curiosity of the gay community and allow for some fanfics to be created, but we need to ensure it doesn’t go beyond that.”

Pedro took a deep breath, trying to process everything. The idea of hiding his love troubled him, but he knew Bruno was partially right. The pressure from the industry was intense, and any scandal could ruin their careers.

“So that’s it? Friendship instead of love?” Pedro asked, his voice almost a whisper.

“Not exactly,” Bruno said, looking into Pedro’s eyes. “You are more than a friend to me. But we need to be strategic. It’s the only way to keep everything under control.”

Pedro felt his heart tighten. The idea of living in secret was painful, but what Bruno proposed was an opportunity to maintain something true between them.

“I don’t want you to feel like you’re sacrificing for me,” Pedro declared, his voice firm. “If this is what we need to do to protect what we have, then I’ll try. But it won’t be easy.”

Bruno smiled, the tension in his face easing a bit. “Nothing worth having is easy, Pedro. But if we’re together, we can face anything.”

Pedro nodded, feeling a new determination forming within him. “Then let’s do this. Let’s be the best friends the world has ever seen while keeping our love a secret.”

Bruno returned to caressing Pedro’s face, his fingers gliding gently over his tanned skin. “You have no idea how much this means to me,” he said, sincerity resonating in every word. “There’s something else I need to tell you.”

Pedro raised an eyebrow, curious. “What is it?”

Bruno hesitated for a moment, searching for the right words. “I was able to track down Ibrahim. Remember him? The bodybuilder who took Jason’s place?”

Pedro’s eyes lit up. “Seriously? And where is he?”

“He’s now the owner of the gym where Jason went. Since he returned, he’s become a renowned personal trainer in New York. Whenever I go there, he helps me train and improve. We still keep in touch, and he’s been a great help to me,” Bruno explained, a satisfied smile on his face.

“That’s amazing!” He didn't have any anger towards the man, after all, if it weren't for him, Pedro wouldn't be who he was today.

“Yeah, we tried to locate others who went through the mirror, and Ibrahim has really dedicated himself to that. We found out that Carter, the guy who was there before me, is now a firefighter in Washington and still does some shifts as a lifeguard at the hotel,” Bruno continued, excitement growing as he spoke.

“Wow! That’s really cool. And did you find out anything else?” Pedro inquired, increasingly curious about what had happened to those who shared the same experience.

“Yes, from Carter, Ibrahim even managed to compile a significant list of names. But we don’t have much contact,” Bruno replied, his expression serious.

“Why not?”

“Before Jason arrived and refused to move on, there was always the possibility of it being something random, a crazy play by cosmic forces. But what happened to us, the smartphone, demonstrates that there’s some intent behind it; what happened to us isn’t random.”

“Another reason to investigate!” Pedro said, perhaps encouraged by some remaining trait of Jason.

“Do you really want to provoke a being that has the power to send you back to that place? Try to understand man, we’re all happy to varying degrees with our lives; none of us want to see them erased. Be honest with me; have you deliberately looked in any mirrors since you returned?”

Bruno’s question made Pedro remember the terror he felt before facing the bathroom mirror.

“I understand.” Said Pedro in a low voice and a sad expression.

“Cheer up, man; whoever or whatever is behind this returned you directly to me; maybe it’s an olive branch.”

“Or a warning of what we could lose if we poke around too much. You guys are right; let’s enjoy the lives we’ve gained.”

Bruno smiled, but then a spark of curiosity appeared on his face. “Hey, I need to ask you: what happened to that nerd whose place I took in the bathroom at Comic-Con?”

“Jake? Oh, he’s an awesome guy! You won’t believe it; now he’s a typical surfer, full of energy and always smiling. I really hope to run into him when he gets back,” Pedro said with a smile on his lips.

Bruno made a thoughtful expression. “Should I feel jealous?” he asked, a mischievous smile forming on his face.

“Only if you don’t behave,” Pedro replied, winking at Bruno. He then pulled Bruno close again, capturing his lips in an intense kiss filled with passion and desire.

…

Betty walked along the hot sand of a Hawaiian beach, feeling the sea breeze caress her face and the fine grains burying under her bare feet. The scenery was stunning, with waves gently breaking on the shore and the sky tinged with blue. However, the joy of the moment was overshadowed by the sting she felt on her skin, burned by the sun. “How could I be so stupid?” she thought, recalling that she had left without applying sunscreen, even knowing its importance.

As she moved forward, she observed groups of tourists having fun, surfers challenging the waves, and children playing in the water. The scene was vibrant, but Betty couldn’t focus on the beauty around her. Her mind was occupied with the pain and frustration of having forgotten the basics. She was far from the hotel and urgently needed a bathroom to assess the damage.

After a long walk, she spotted a seaside bar filled with surfers laughing and sharing stories. As she approached, her heart raced with relief. “I hope the owner doesn’t mind,” she thought as she made her way to the bar. With a nervous smile, she asked the bartender, “Excuse me, can I please use the bathroom? I really need to.”

The man, with a sympathetic look, led her to the bathroom, and Betty thanked him, feeling a bit more at ease. As soon as she entered, she closed the door and faced herself in the mirror. The reflection showed a middle-aged woman, plump and with a flushed face marked by sunburns. She couldn’t help but let out an ironic smile. “Look at you, Betty. What a beauty!” she murmured, running her hand over her sore skin, not even noticing the opulence of the mirror before her, completely out of place in the reality of the seaside bar.

Then, suddenly, something made her freeze. The image reflected in the mirror was no longer hers but that of a young man with long, shiny blonde hair, defined muscles, and sun-kissed skin. Betty was startled, but the reflected surfer merely smiled and began walking toward her. Unable to control her own feet, she moved closer to the mirror. The man inside the mirror reached out his hand, and Betty, as if hypnotized, extended her own hand while the man’s smile widened.

[tonysbed]

Secrets I keep | Part 4

Max Fewtrell x Norris!reader

Lando norris x sister!reader

Summary: You and max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

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yn

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yn this title fight is finally over and I can sleep in peace 😔☝️ Your time will come Lando. Let’s not forget the WCC 👀 Congrats on your 4th title, maxine 😙💙

*tagged landonorris / oscarpiastri/ maxverstappen1*

maxverstappen1 thanks 💙😒

landonorris 🧡🧡

oscarpiastri 👏👏

user our fav duo is backkkkk

user lando seems so much happier 😭

user max is goneeeee

user partying w max verstappen is the life goal

user “maxine” I’m crying😭😭

user why is she calling him that?

user she’s been doing that since they’re little

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mclaren

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mclaren swipe till the end for this gp‘s photographer and admin reveal 🫣 #qatargp

yn I think admin did a great job 🤭

user petition to hire yn fulltime

user yesss

user imagine her and lando . PURE CHAOS

landonorris got all my good angles 🫡

maxfewtrell let’s bring it all next weekend 👏

user omgggg they can be wcc’s AHHH

user this better be good omg

user the abu dhabi gp is gonna take YEARS off my life

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yn

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yn yes, max and I kept the peace ONLY for the weekend for Lando’s sake. No, you definitely didn’t see me cry on live television, you’re hallucinating. BUT THEY DID IT IM SO PROUD OF YOUUUUU 🧡🧡

*tagged landonorris / oscarpiastri/ maxfewtrell*

user omg she didn’t kill max 🫣

landonorris we did itttt 🧡

yn so proud of you 🥹

oscarpiastri 🧡🏆

yn 🧡🧡

danielriccardo Good job guys 🥳

user oh she is ignoring daniel’s comment👀👀

user you guys always need to start drama

user jeez

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maxfewtrell added to their story

caption : can you tell that they’re siblings? both knocked out the moment we were in the car 😂

yn asshole, but I look cute. Thanks

insult and compliment in six words

yn how is that a compliment for you? your photography skills have nothing to do w me being gorgeous

you’re as annoying as lando

yn ive been told 😙

landonorris dickhead

you really are siblings. First her now you

lando you deserve her insults for this.

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landonorris dubai w my fav annoying ppl

*tagged yn/ maxfewtrell / keeganpalmer *

yn who’s that good looking person in slide 3 😍😍

user they’re all on winter break together Ahhhh

user yn and max crumbs

user yeah but they aren’t on a picture together 😔

user 😔😔

maxfewtrell 🤍

keeganpalmer best time 👏

user daniel is awfully quiet

user what is daniel supposed to say to this??

user idk, at least like it

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“You know, it’s really nice like this” Lando says, looking at you and then Max “Like what?” Max asked, tilting his head at the brit “No fighting between you two. I love that” You roll your eyes and continue scrolling on your phone.

Keegan chuckled “Don’t jinx it mate. They’ll be going at each others throat in the next few minutes” You ignore their conversation but feel max’s eyes land on your for a moment before his attention is back on Lando.

“There’s no reason for it right now, is there?” He said annoyed. His attention now on his phone “She’s over there, i’m over here. No need for anything”

“Yeah, until he decides he’s gonna be an asshole again” You say casually “Me? You’re the one with the shady comments” You look up at him “Oh really? I just go on about my day until you decide it’s time to ruin it”

Lando sinks in his seat, hands covering his face “I should’ve kept my mouth shut” Keegan laughs “Yeah, told you so”

“Just shut up, Fewtrell.” “Why don’t you shut up?” You roll your eyes “You’re the one who started this, so keep your mouth shut” You glare at him and before you can say something Lando stands up.

“Enough, please. We’re on vacation. Let’s go eat, i’m sure everyone is hungry” You hum and Max mumbles something incoherent under his breath. You side eye him but he gets pulled away by keegan.

You sit next to Lando and start a conversation about the next f1 season with him.

Max eyes you from time to time, making you shift in your seat. That man was getting on your nerves. But before you could think more about Max, your phone lit up.

Lando looks at you “Who’s it?” “Daniel” He hums “Lando.” You say sharply “I didn’t say anything.” He holds up his hands in surrender “You didn’t need to for me to know what you’re thinking.” He rolls his eyes “He’s been texting you quite often lately”

“And I keep him short. Relax” He nods and brings his attention to his food. You look up and see max looking at you. You raise an eyebrow at him, which he returns before he starts to eat.

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“Alright, Good night” Lando says, giving you a quick peck on your forehead “Good night. See ya tomorrow” He waves a little and goes to his room. Keegan and Max wave at Lando before retreating to their own rooms. Max looks at you shortly before stepping into his room and closing his door.

You lay on your bed and watch some tv. You hear some footsteps in the hallway but don’t think anything of it.

A few hours later and you were still wide awake. Maybe you did have to much energy left? Melatonin? No definitely not taking that after the last couple times ended in nightmares.

You flip off the covers, put on some shoes and head for the door. You knew the hotel had a roof terrace that was open 24/7. You waited until the elevator opened on the top floor, which you exited.

A few steps onto the terrace. A light breeze was noticeable at this time. You headed for a few sunbeds when you noticed you weren’t alone. You squint before your eyes widened. Your sudden stop, and the noise of your shoes made the person turn around.

“Norris” “Fewtrell”

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Ohhh meeting on the rooftop?? 😯 Crazy isn’t it? hehehe

I don’t do taglists

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Running In Circles - Four

Pairing: Noah Sebastian x Reader

CW: Slight dom!Noah, oral (f receiving), a surprise piercing, unprotected p in v (don’t be them), angst (like i might piss you off with this one😘), fake dating??

Word Count: 14k

Author’s Note: Don’t hate the player (me), hate the game (my mind coming up with all of this)  Also, sorry not sorry but I did add so much more to this than I was planning to. I’m a yapper and the word count just kept going up and up and I didn’t want to be done yet.

Reader discretion is advised. 18+

Part Three

Y/N

I threw on the random hoodie I brought and my slippers and took a quick look at myself. Ugh. I had no make-up on, my hair looked insane in the bun I put it in, and it looks like I’m not even wearing pants. I took my hair out of the bun and shook it out, parting it so it didn’t look bad, and hoped it would curly nicely and not look unruly over time. I mean, everyone was bound to see me without makeup at some point, so I might as well get it over with now, right? Plus, if any conversation goes south- actually, never mind, I hope I don’t cry in front of him. He’s allowed to see me without make-up, but I almost never cry in front of someone. 

With one last sigh, I grab my keycard and phone and head out the door. After a quick elevator ride, I end up in front of his door. I knock on it softly, not wanting to bother anyone else in the hallway. I hear movement behind the door before it finally opens to a bare-chested Noah. I do my best not to gawk and keep my eyes on his face and smile. He looks a little shocked, but it’s instantly replaced with a grin. 

“Hi,” I say.

“Hi.. uh. Come in,” he walks away from the door into the room, and I follow him, closing the door behind me. I kick my slippers off and set my phone and keycard down on the TV stand before turning to him, seeing him sitting on a bed. I sit down a few feet from him, look up at him, and do my best to give him a confident smile. 

“Sorry, I look a little crazy. I got ready for bed but couldn’t sleep, so I’m not necessarily the most appealing right now.” I laugh out, looking down at myself before looking back at him. He smiles and shakes his head. 

“No. You look good. It’s nice seeing you like this. And I’m glad you’re comfortable. You had a long day.” I blushed, sadly not having anything to hide it this time, making him chuckle softly. “And it’s nice being able to see that, too.”

I shake my head at his comment with a laugh. 

“How are you feeling?” He asks, trying not to sound too worried for the answer. I give him a sweet smile.

”I’m good. I think my brain just got a little overwhelmed and needed a quick restart,” I answered with a small chuckle, “But I promise everything is fine.”

I can almost see his shoulders relax at my answer.

”Was it performing? I know that sometimes takes a lot out of me, especially since we went kind of strong with drinking last night and it was only the second day of tour, so your body might’ve been too exhausted after your show. An incredible, but very exertive show,” he asks with a slight pitying look.

”That was definitely part of it, but there’s been something on my mind for… well, a long time now, and it’s been draining me. It’s actually what I came to talk to you about.”

“And what’s that..?” He eyed me, slightly nervous, either out of concern, or the mentioning of needing to talk. I scrunch my face and looked down, debating whether I wanted to outright say it or not. But after spilling my guts to the boys, I definitely have a little more confidence left in me to be able to. 

“So..this is gonna be crazy to hear, especially out of nowhere..” he looks at me intently, so I continue, “You know how we talked about that festival..?” He raised his eyebrows at this, confusing me a little, before nodding.

“Okay, so…well.. I actually don’t know how to explain this without you thinking I’m a complete freak.” I laugh. 

“Just say it. I might know where you’re going with this.” he rushes out. I give him a suspicious look but continue.

“So..at that festival, something really weird happened. Like, ’I can’t even explain’ weird..” I trailed off, but his attention stayed locked on me, almost like he knew what I was going to say.

“I just remember seeing you..and it was like...I got lost? I don’t know. It was the first time I ever even heard of you guys. Finn made me join him because he had been listening for a while. And the second you walked out on stage..something came over me. God, I honestly don’t know why I’m even telling you this..maybe because I feel like I need to give an explanation as to why I’ve been acting so weird?” I was now looking down at my hands, fiddling with my nails.

“Go on,” he said more seriously this time, making me more nervous. I chewed on my lip, trying to force myself to open up more.

“I don’t know...I just..got locked in some type of trance? As weird as that sounds. It was the craziest thing that had ever happened to me. Something just shut off my brain the instant my eyes landed on you. I definitely looked like a freak, just standing there, unable to move. I..don’t know why it happened. I don't even know what happened. It was honestly kind of scary.” I continued, shaking my head with slight frustration. I was about to say more, but he cut me off.

“Imagine how it felt being on stage as it happened.” I heard him say, barely above a whisper, making my head snap up. 

“What?” I watch as he rubs a hand over his face and groans, falling back onto the bed.

“Imagine that exact thing happened, but you’re the one performing. You’re just singing and trying to connect with the crowd, and all of a sudden, a magnet pulls you into a pair of eyes, locking you in. And you’re unable to pull away. Thousands of people watching as you lose all control of your mind and body.” he says, and I couldn’t tell if he was irritated or relieved by his tone, but I didn’t care because I just stared at him in complete and utter disbelief before letting out a choked laugh.

“So you’re saying..” He lets out an airy huff of a laugh before answering.

“Yes, Y/N. Somehow, who knows if… it was the gods above? Or the universe itself? Something gave us the exact same experience. And oh my fucking god, am I relieved to hear that. “ He finally looks over at me as I stare down at him, still shocked. 

“Then would you judge me if I said that you have plagued my every waking thought since that day..?” I ask, slightly embarrassed but also trying to get more information. He sits up to rest on his elbow and face me, staring deep into my eyes as if to see if I was telling the truth. It was almost like we were having a deep conversation about a crazy conspiracy theory we both believed. Intrigued, yet incredibly shocked.

“How can I judge when the exact same thing has happened to me? Is happening to me. God, Y/N, I can’t even sleep at night without thinking of that day. I don’t know if it’s me dwelling on the insane feeling I got or what, but you haunt my fucking dreams.” He confessed.

“Fucking tell me about it! At least you don’t see my face plastered on magazines and online almost every day. “

“Yeah, but at least you knew who I was for those first few years. You were just some girl in the crowd. The day I found you and your band, I thought I officially lost it and started hallucinating." He fell back onto the bed after speaking, and I did the same. I just stared up at the ceiling, thinking about everything. I couldn’t even think straight. The same thing happened to him? Was it actually affecting him as badly as it affected me? 

“So, yeah. I think you’re why I passed out earlier,” I softly reconfessed after about a minute. I heard shuffling and turn to see him flipped over, now closer to me with a concerned look, so I continued, “ I don’t know what happened. You complimented me, and I don’t know if it was the fact that we almost… kissed earlier, the rush of all the memories coming back, everything I did on stage, or all of the above. I just got so in my head that I just fucking passed out.” I finished, chuckling a little at myself at the end. He dipped his head so his forehead touched the mattress as he laughed with me. 

“What the fuck is happening?” he said, muffled into the mattress. 

“I don’t know, man, but I fucking passed out because of it,” I responded, making both of us laugh harder. I watched him as his head was dipped, making his shoulders even more pronounced as they moved with his laughing. I let out a loud groan and dropped both hands onto my face. 

“Dude, I’ve written songs about you,” I whine out, slightly muffled by my hands. He continued to laugh. I was just confessing everything now, wasn’t I?

“I got yelled at by the guys because I tried making a whole album about you.” That brought back my laughter. But only for a few seconds before I dropped my hands in realization. 

“Noah..which songs are about me?” I jokingly ask, possibly a little too sternly. His laughter died down, but a half smile still stayed. 

“Uhh…” he trails off with a sheepish grin, not wanting to answer. I roll to my side to lay against my elbow, using my other hand to reach out and grab his hand with a gritted smile.

“Noah. Which. Songs.” I try to force out of him. He looks down at the grip I had on his hand and chuckles. 

“At this point, you should ask which songs aren’t about you.” he tries not to answer fully. I roll my eyes before staring back at him.

“Goddess is about you. Finn made me change it because he thought it was good but was concerned about me saying all those things about a guy.” I confess, waiting to see his reaction. He looks up at me in shock before dropping his head back down and letting out a groan, louder this time, with his face pressed against both of our hands.

“You little shit.” He growls into the mattress, a little too serious. 

“What..?” Was that a bad thing to tell him? Suddenly, he looks back up at me with a mischievous, almost evil look in his eye, making mine widen. 

“You sly little thing,” he says through a gritted, evil smile as he sat up, his hand now grabbing the one I put on his, as he moved to tower over me, grabbing my other hand and raising them above my head. I looked up at him, shocked.

“Do you understand what you did to me yesterday? When you stared me down as you sang those lyrics so beautifully? God, you’re like a fucking siren, Y/N.” He stared down at me with dark eyes, and I stared back at him, stunned. 

“I’m sorry..?” I squeak out. He shocked me with the sudden movement and change of tone, but I was a little too stuck on how fucking good he looked towering over me. His head drops with a hiss as I answer, I guess it having some effect on him. I took that moment to stare at his chest, which was now right in front of my eyes. The intricate tattoos scattered across it, covering it entirely. I wanted to touch them. God, I wanted to touch him. 

“You don’t understand how badly I want to make you beg for forgiveness right now.” He finally looked back up at me, his eyes now absolutely shot with how pitch black they were. I stare deep into them, feeling heat travel through my body, hitting me right in my core. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words would come out.

He drops down and lets his head fall in the crook of my neck, forehead resting against it. I bite back a gasp, feeling him so close to me for the first time. My stomach tightens as my head is running with thoughts I couldn’t take control of. His scent infiltrates my nostrils as he lays against me, reminding me what was actually happening. This wasn’t another dream.  I hold my breath to fight the groan wanting to escape my throat.

“You knew exactly what you were doing when you eye-fucked me as you sang those words. Fuck, I wanted to pull you off that stage so bad, you don’t even understand. I couldn’t even watch you perform it today, knowing how little control over myself I have when you’re there.” He spoke into my neck, then lifted his head to stare deep into my eyes, “And then you show up at my door, wearing my hoodie?” he practically growls. I glance down at the hoodie I threw on earlier, seeing that it was, in fact, his, before looking back up at him with my mouth gaped. My mind was blank, too shocked to even fully process everything happening, and also completely okay with being in his control in this moment.

One of his hands lowered to my head, sliding behind as he gripped the side of it, my ear sitting flush between his thumb and forefinger, forcing me to hold his gaze. The other large hand held both my wrists above me with such ease, and I was both terrified and incredibly turned on by how much power he had over me. And he could absolutely sense the effect he had on me.

“You have no fucking clue how badly I’ve wanted to do this since I first saw you,” he spoke in a hushed growl before finally bringing his lips to mine. I was shocked at first, but instantly melted into him. There was a mix of hunger, passion, and outright lust in the kiss. As cliche as it was, electricity shot through my body, and I think I saw sparks behind my eyelids. My hands strained against his, desperately wanting to touch him. He finally let them go after a weak whimper slipped out of my mouth and into his. They immediately attached to him, one slipping around the back of his head, holding him closer as it gripped the hair at the nape of his neck. The other moved to his chest, finally feeling a bit of relief as I touched his bare skin. He felt hot to the touch and incredibly toned as my hand traveled across every inch of skin I could reach. 

It landed at his side, and I subconsciously pulled him closer, causing his hips to fall into mine. We both let out a groan as I felt him growing against my core. He pulled away from the kiss, panting as his hands flew to the bottom of my- his hoodie, and he looked down at me with a pleading look. I nodded, and within an instant, both the hoodie and shirt were pulled over my head and thrown across the room. His breath hitched as he stared down at my now bare chest, trailing over every inch of my skin. 

“You are a fucking work of art,” he gushed, his hands now traveling across my skin. My hair was now splayed above my head, so every tattoo from my neck to my waist was on display. His hand reached up and gently trailed over my neck piece before traveling down to my chest, his eyes taking in every single detail. His fingers grazed down my sternum and onto my stomach, shaping out each line of ink scattered across my skin. Once he reached my lower stomach, the touch became too much as my hips bucked against his, causing a low growl to erupt from deep in his chest. 

In one quick motion, he lowered himself back down and smashed his lips back into mine. Slowly, he started trailing wet kisses over my cheek, across my jaw, and then down my neck. I tilted my head, giving him more access. He reached my pulse and bit down softly, making my back arch as a whine escaped my lips. I felt every inch of my body start to heat up against his touch.  He began grinding his hips against mine as he nipped and kissed across my neck, leaving marks I’ll definitely have to cover tomorrow. My hand on his neck gripped harder and I let out a loud whimper, overwhelmed with the feeling. It felt so good, but was both too much and not enough at the same time. 

“Noah..” I begged. He instantly bit down harshly in the crook of my neck as I spoke, I guess as a reaction to hearing his name. A gasp escaped my lips at his actions.

“Yes, sweetheart?” he growled, causing an ache in my core. He laid soft kisses against the bite mark, almost as an apology.

“Please..” I softly whined. He slowly started trailing kisses further down my body, leaving an occasional mark. Once he stopped at my breasts, his mouth hovered over the hardening bud, causing me to shiver at the feeling of his breath hitting it. A hand traveled up and rested on my jaw as he looked up at me.

“I need words, Darling.” He took the bud into his mouth, flicking his tongue against it. My breath hitched as his hand slid down and took the other into his grasp, his thumb gliding delicately over my nipple.

“Noah… please. I need something. I need more.” I spoke, barely above a whisper. Keeping a playful gaze with me, he raised his lower body ever so slightly and moved the hand on my chest down until it reached the waistband of my shorts, hooking a finger under them. His teeth grazed against the sensitive nub for a moment before taking me into his mouth and biting down, causing my back to arch and hips to press against his again. He took that opportunity to slide my shorts down as far as he could, leaving me just in my underwear. 

He pulled his head from my chest with a soft ‘pop’ before grazing his lips down my stomach, leaving kisses every few inches. He slid himself down the bed until he was now standing at the edge, leaning over me, softly placing kisses along the waistband of my underwear. I was a whimpering mess as his lips slowly trailed lower and lower until he was leaving sloppy, wet kisses against the insides of my thighs. His hands held a strong grip on my hips before hooking a finger into my underwear, about to pull them down. But then I sat up onto my elbows, remembering something.

“Wait!” I rushed out, causing him to look up at me, worried like he had done something wrong. He went to stand up, but I held my hand out to stop him.

“No, it’s just… I don’t want it to.. surprise you.” He looked at me confused for a few moments, ready to ask me to explain, but as he took in my appearance once more, realization washed over him. His eyes darkened even more, if it was even possible. He stared into my eyes as his hand traveled between my legs, a finger grazing my slit through the fabric, making my breath pick up. He let out a groan, feeling the metal brush against his finger. He applied more pressure, causing my head to fall back with a whine. In the blink of an eye, his hands ripped my panties down my legs, making me gasp at the sudden cold. I watched as he trailed his eyes down between my legs, licking his bottom lip and then biting back an even louder groan. 

“You’re gonna be the fucking death of me,” he said before kneeling down on the floor, roughly pulling me towards him. His hands now grasped against my thighs, rough enough to leave a bruise, as he took one and rested it over his shoulder. I watched through half-lidded eyes as he got closer, staring at me like I was a dessert he was dying to taste. I felt his breath against my heat before he started leaving soft kisses over my mound, getting closer and closer to where I desperately needed him to be. He took one look at me before licking a stride through my slit, causing my breath to completely leave my body. He groaned as his tongue grazed over the piercing, sending a shock through my body. 

“F-fuck,” was all I could get out before he attacked the bundle of nerves. He didn’t ease into it for a second, instantly flicking his tongue over my clit, applying a beautiful amount of pressure that caused a loud moan to escape my lips. One of my hands slapped against my mouth, trying to silence the noises, not knowing who could possibly hear us. His hands gripped even harder as he absolutely devoured me. He licked long strides up and down before paying close attention to my clit, licking and sucking on it, leaving me a whimpering mess. He groaned into me as his tongue played with the piercing right above my clit, causing me to arch my back and bite back the loudest moan. My other hand reached out, gripping the bedsheet, needing something to hold onto. I feel a hand lace in with mine and look down to see that he was now holding onto it as he stared up at me from between my legs. The sight was like none other. I see his other hand slowly trail down from my thigh. He lifts his head and looks up at me, mouth glistening as I feel his finger slowly rub up and down, collecting my slick. 

“I wanna hear you,” he growls before sliding a finger into me. I gasp at the sudden feeling and squeeze his hand tight. I move the hand from my mouth and hold it above my head, gripping at anything above me as the pleasure courses through my body, and I let out a loud moan. He pumps the finger into me, slowly picking up speed, before adding another and hooking them up into that spot with ease. My eyes rolled back, and I couldn’t control a single noise that left my body. His lips attach themselves to me again and I could instantly feel my stomach tighten. After a few moments, feeling the cord inside me tighten as it was ready to snap, he stops. I let out a loud whimper at the empty feeling once he removes his fingers and unhooks my leg from his shoulder. I look down to see him stand up and pull down his pants and boxers just enough that his cock has room to spring up. I bite my lip to hold back my gasp at the size. 

“I can’t go another second without feeling you,” he groans out, crawling over me, hooking my legs around his waist as he leaned down. His hand comes up and settles back to where it was before, holding the side of my head. He leans down and kisses me, hungrier than before. I feel him brush against my opening, and it makes me gasp, which he uses to his advantage and deepens the kiss. I taste a mix of mint and me on his tongue as my hands wrap around him and hold him close.

He reaches a hand down between our bodies to line himself up with me, never stopping the kiss for a second. I feel him slowly ease himself into me, and my eyebrows furrow at the stretch. The thumb of the hand that held my head softly rubbed against my cheek, trying to soothe me. Inch by inch, he slips deeper and deeper. My brain battled between the pain of the stretch and the pleasure of the fullness until he bottomed out. He pulled away from the kiss and dug his head into the crook of my neck, not moving so we both could adjust to the feeling. 

“You okay?” he asked softly as he left kisses over the love bites he left earlier. I waited a few moments until the pain finally dulled before nodding. And with that, he started moving his hips. Slowly at first, but soon picked up a delicious pace that had me squirming in his grasp. He dragged in and out of me so beautifully that we were both whining messes. The noises he made in my ear could’ve sent me over the edge alone. He lifted himself so he could look into my eyes as he continued pumping into me.

“Fuck. You feel so fucking good,” He moaned out, sending waves of pleasure through me. I had no control over myself, moaning and whining every time the head of his cock hit against the spot perfectly, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. Tears brimmed my eyes as the pleasure almost became too much. 

He slowed down his movements ever so slightly just to change pace and start ramming into me. His hips would pause for a second, then slam into mine, shooting electricity through my nerves every single thrust. My eyes began to roll back at the feeling, but his grip on my head tightened as he lifted slightly, forcing me to look into his eyes.

“Eyes on me, angel.” he sternly spoke, his tone sending an ache right to my core. I felt like putty in his hands. I kept my eyes on him the best I could, my eyebrows burrowing slightly as he repetitively hit the spot that was sending me closer and closer to the edge. My eyes kept fighting to roll back, but the last thing my brain wanted me to do was disobey his orders. Soon, the pleasure became too much. I felt the knot in my stomach get tighter and tighter. 

“You gonna cum, pretty girl?” he whined, almost like I was pathetic. I bit my lip as a loud whimper escaped them. Fuck, he knew exactly how to get to me. 

“I can feel you squeezing me.” He sat up more, now hitting me at a new, more mind-blowing angle. He put one hand on my thigh that was wrapped around him, and he rested the other on my stomach, right below the navel, making me gasp at the new feeling. I knew he could feel himself slam against his hand the second he did that, just by the moan he let out. “ Go on, angel…I wanna feel you cum around me.” 

After a few more debilitatingly good thrusts, each hitting right where his hand was, I completely came undone. My back arched, and my eyes squeezed shut as the cord inside me finally snapped. I let out the most unholy sound I had ever heard, and I didn’t care because I felt so fucking good. He kept pumping into me, riding out my high and searching for his. I feel his hips start to shutter, and I look down to see him watching where our bodies met. After a few more thrusts, he pulled out and began pumping himself, releasing over my stomach with a few curses and a loud groan. He looked so fucking good in a state of bliss. The sweat running down his glistening neck as his chest heaved. I was already turned on again just by looking at him. I watched as he tried to catch his breath for a moment until he finally looked back into my eyes. I know I probably looked insane, utterly fucked out, with a grin on my face. He matched my grin before tucking himself back into his pants and turning around to head into the bathroom. He returned a few seconds later with a wet hotel towel and cleaned me off. 

I gave him a small ‘thank you’ before he tossed the towel by the door, which was now the hotel’s problem to deal with. That made me laugh, him joining in as he turned and rustled through his clothes. He grabbed a pair of shorts and changed into them before turning back to me. He began to walk over to me, but groaned as his eyes raked over my body, before rushing and grabbing my clothes, throwing each piece at me as he found them.

“Put those back on before I ruin you,” he growls, making me giggle. I put my shirt and shorts back on, leaving the panties off since they were going to be too uncomfortable to wear again, and the hoodie because who knows what he’s going to do if he sees me in that again. 

“I think you may have already ruined me,” I joke as my legs shake when I try to pull my shorts up. He huffs.

“You just surprised me with a fucking piercing and then proceeded to squirt on me. If anything, you ruined me.” He huffed out as he tossed his, I’m assuming wet, pants next to his suitcase. I looked up at him, shocked. 

“I- what?” I ask, staring at him in disbelief. He looks down at me and bites his lip before rubbing his face and crawling onto the bed, shoving his face into a pillow. 

“Yes, but please change the subject before I get hard again.” he laughs out. 

“I- I’ve never done that before,” I said, mainly to myself, in shock. He looks up at me and smirks. 

“I’ll pat myself on the back for that later, but unless you’re ready to go again, get your ass over here.” He says, beckoning me to lie down next to him on the bed. I laugh and do as he says. We pull the blankets over us, and he turns off the light. He turns over, gives me a fat, sloppy kiss, and wraps an arm around me.

“It’s nice to know that you like following orders,” he mumbles, making me smack his shoulder and laugh. If only he truly knew what that does for me. I scooch in closer to him, wrapping an arm around him, and try to relax. My body was so tired from today and all of that, but my mind was still racing. I tucked my head into his shoulder, hoping his presence would ease my mind, but thoughts still ran. I barely got to talk to him about anything, but that will be a tomorrow problem. Plus, I am not upset with how our ‘talk’ went at all. Then, a thought popped into my head, making me giggle. 

“So, how’d you like the opal?” I teased. He let out a guttural groan before sitting back up and attacking me once again. I laughed as he dragged me closer to him, attacking my body with kisses. 

“You just don’t know when to stop,” he growled before kissing me, this time a little more sloppy from being tired, but still filled with hunger and passion. At least we’re off tomorrow because I don’t see us getting sleep anytime soon.

I woke up to knocking on the door, causing a soft whine to rumble in my chest as I tried to get up. But something held me down. I slowly open my eyes and turn to my side and see Noah, absolutely knocked out, making me giggle. I managed to lift his arm and slide out without waking him. I felt a chill the second I got out of the covers but realized it was because I was once again naked. I let out a soft snort and quickly tried to find clothes as whoever was at the door knocked again. I found one of Noah’s shirts and my shorts from last night, slipped them on, and walked to the door, opening it. It was Jolly, who was slightly annoyed, but a smirk formed on his lips once his eyes dropped onto me, realizing that I was still here. I stepped away from the door, letting him back into the room.

“Sorry, I just really needed to change because the guys and I are gonna head out for breakfast,” he spoke in a soft tone after noticing that Noah was still passed out. He moved towards his belongings, stepping over random scattered clothes, shaking his head as he saw them. 

“You stayed on his side of the room, correct?” he teased, making me give him an embarrassed smile and nod in response. 

“I would leave, but I also feel bad if he woke up and I wasn’t here,” I mentioned after a few awkward moments of standing there as Jolly grabbed a change of clothes and his toothbrush. He glanced over at the large man sprawled out on his bed, blanket just covering the important parts, before looking back at me.

“Is he naked under there?” he asked bluntly, to which I nodded, chewing on my lip like I had been caught, “Then I’m just gonna get ready in the guys’ room. He’s your problem to deal with.” And with that, he patted my shoulder and left again. 

I turn back to Noah and let out a small giggle. He was dead to the world in this moment. We passed out after who knows how long. All I knew was that I needed to shower again. 

I walk over to the TV stand and pick up my phone, seeing I had a few texts from the boys. I rolled my eyes before checking them.

Finnegan- I just woke up and you’re still not here👀 

Finnegan- Hope you had fun😘

Finnegan- AND STAYED SAFE!! NO BABIES ON TOUR!!

I held my hand over my mouth to hold back my laughter. 

Damien- DON’T BE A FOOL, WRAP YOUR TOOL

Damien- sorry Finn stole my phone. BUT WHAT HE SAID!! I SWEAR IF YOU GET PREGNANT I’M GONNA KICK HIS ASS

Damien- AND YOUR ASS

Damien- BOTH YOUR ASSES

Damien- okay but seriously i love you, be safe and ill see you later❤️

I shake my head as I continue to hold back my giggles. Thank god I wasn’t actually related to these fuckers, because they know too much. I see that Cal also left a message, and I fully expected it to be the same thing, but I absolutely lost it when I read his.

Calpal- WOOOOO🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻YOU FINALLY GOT LAID🙌🏻🙌🏻🙌🏻

I toss my phone after reading his, snickering as I shake my head and rub my face. I love them with my whole heart. They’re the closest thing I have to a family. But oh my god, they’re going to be the reason I go grey. 

I continue to laugh to myself before seeing Noah shift in his sleep. I look over and see him rub his eyes and roll over. He was now covered only by the corner of the blanket, and I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh more or attack him. But the soreness made the decision for me, so I just giggled, causing him to finally open his eyes. He looked around, confused at first, before his eyes landed on me. The second he saw me wearing his shirt with probably the worst bedhead ever, you could see last night's memories flood back into his mind as he let his head fall back onto the pillow with a smirk on his face. 

“Good morning,” I said, still giggling. He just responded with a groan and lifted an arm, signaling me to cuddle. I walked over and laid next to him, and he rolled over and flopped himself onto me, resulting in a small ‘oof’ and a laugh. He dug his head into my shoulder and let out a tired groan, which reminded me that I should check the damage he did. If it’s as bad as I think it is, I’m going to need to go buy more concealer. 

“What time is it?” he groaned out, it being muffled as he spoke into my shoulder. 

“I think close to noon, but the boys are heading to breakfast soon if you wanna join them.” He let out a deep sigh and cuddled into me more. 

“I just wanna stay here for today,” he whined but was almost instantly interrupted by his stomach growling. We haven’t been eating the best the past few days, so I knew a large breakfast would do us both good. I reach my hand up and run my fingers through his hair, him instantly melting into my touch. 

“Come on, let’s go get something to eat,” I said softly. He let out another groan before pushing himself up and off the bed. He stood up and looked at me with a tired look, before switching to a smile. I sat up and smiled back at him, but my eyes immediately traveled down his body as I remembered that he was fully naked, every piece of artwork on full display. 

“Like what you see?” he tiredly slurred out, causing me to laugh.

“I mean, we were up until probably four A.M. because I enjoyed it, so yes.” I teased, making him laugh. He started walking to the bathroom, not even caring that he had nothing on him. I stood up as he stepped through the door.

“I’m gonna run to my room to shower, okay? I’ll meet you downstairs.” I said from behind him. He looked at me with a pout.

“We could shower together?” which made me laugh.

“If we did that, we’d never make it to breakfast. I’ll see you in 20 minutes.” and with that, I grabbed my things, or at least the things I could find, and headed back to my room. 

Once I walked into my thankfully empty room, I immediately walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. I was sticky with sweat and body fluids and needed to feel clean again. As the water warmed up, I took off my shirt...or I guess his shirt, and assessed the damage. Thankfully, if I just wore a t-shirt the next few days, I could cover the rest with some makeup. But then I saw that he had left one right on my tattoo, making me groan. Unless I wanted to cover my tattoo, which would be equally as obvious, there was nothing I could do about that one. 

After my shower, I just grabbed Noah’s shirt again and threw it back on. It was clean, I had only been wearing it for barely an hour, and it was just to breakfast, so who cares? I quickly did some light make-up, threw on a pair of sweatpants since it was really starting to get cold, and made sure my hair looked semi-okay before heading downstairs. 

After reaching the lobby, I see my bandmates and head towards them. Cal saw me first and instantly held his hand up to give me a high-five, making me chuckle as I gave him one. The sound of it made Damien and Finn turn around, and suddenly, I didn’t want to be around them anymore. 

“Well, well, well, look who finally showed her face,” Finn said, propping his hands on his hips, “Someone didn’t come back to the room last night.”

“You were literally the one who told me to go ‘talk’ to him,” I teasingly retorted, making him pause, like he had been caught, before laughing. I just shook my head as he came over and wrapped an arm around me, leaving a kiss on the top of my wet head. 

“So…how was it..?” He looked down at me, wiggling his eyebrows, but then his eyes trailed down to my neck, and he let out a loud cackle before pulling me closer and turning to Damien. “God, they grow up so fast.” 

I smack his chest and unhook myself from his grasp, “Where are the other guys? I don’t like you three anymore,” which made them all give me a fake offended look. 

“I didn’t even say anything!” Damien whined out. I gave him a fake pout and patted his shoulder.

“You’re always gonna be guilty by default, my love.” And with that, I began walking out the doors of the hotel. I look around for a second before seeing the rest of the gang waiting by their bus. Jolly sees me first and waves at me, almost like I hadn’t already seen him today, but I’m also completely fine with us pretending that it never happened. I head over to them and greet them all a good morning. I give Noah a small smile before turning my attention to the rest. 

“So our buddy- well, manager- Matt is actually on his way. He wasn’t supposed to join us until our show in Dallas, but I guess he wanted to surprise us by driving up.” Jolly informed me. 

“So we’re gonna make him take us to breakfast,” Folio added with a cheeky smile. I chuckled and nodded, before thinking.

“Uhh, so is it just you guys heading to breakfast? I mean, if so, that’s cool, but I just don’t know if we’d fit the whole group in a single car.” 

“Nah, he has a van, we can pack everyone in there if we try hard enough,” Ruffilo answered. I raised an eyebrow but just went with it, assuming it was a good-sized van. 

My boys came out a few minutes later, and Finn walked up behind me and tiredly wrapped his arms around me, resting his chin on my shoulder before asking us about the plans for breakfast, to which I just repeated everything to them. I look back at everyone and see Noah watching us in the corner of my eye, but I just ignored it. 

Soon, we see a van pull up to the hotel's parking lot, which caused the other group to cheer as they saw it. They ran towards it before it even stopped moving, making me laugh as I saw Nick have to jump out of the way at one point not to get run over. Ruffilo popped his head through the driver-side window, speaking to Matt for a moment, before turning to the boys and me with a smile, waving his hand to beckon us to get in the van. The four of them made their way in immediately, Ruffilo sitting passenger and the other three packing into the middle row. Since I was surrounded by giant men, my boys used their long ass legs and took off, getting in and taking up all the seats in the back row before I even got there. I greet Matt before groaning as I walked to the open doors and saw that I had to choose someone’s lap to sit on. Noah and I make eye contact, and bite my lip at the thought of being so close to him again. 

“Oh, come on, stop being so weird. You act like we didn’t hear you both all night,” Ruffilo teasingly groaned, making me blush. I went to open my mouth to retort but just lowered my head and crawled into the back, sitting on Finn’s lap since I knew nothing weird would happen. They close the doors, and I get situated, sitting on his thigh and leaning against the wall of the van. I see Matt look into the rearview mirror at me with a raised brow, and that just made me lower my head once again, not wanting to make this car ride awkward. 

We drove for a while because, of course, Nick gave Matt the wrong directions, but we finally ended up at a cute local diner. We all hopped out of the van like it was a goddamn clown car before filing into the restaurant and finding a place to sit. Matt, Ruffilo, Nick, and Damien sat at one table, so Cal, Finn, Jolly, Noah, and I packed into the one behind them, Noah sliding into the seat beside me. I gave him a soft smile before looking over the menu. 

After chatting with everyone about what looked best and what we would get, I felt a knee bump into mine. I look over and see Noah giving me a small smile before leaning into my ear.

“You alright?” He asked. I sighed out a laugh.

“Yeah. I just should’ve realized how awkward this was gonna be,” I replied. He chuckled and bumped his shoulder with mine, about to speak again, before the waitress walked over and took all of our orders. I felt so bad. I thought it was bad enough going out to eat with three boys, but eight was absolutely insane, and I saw the waitress have to use multiple pages to write everyone’s order down and go over it twice to make sure she didn’t get anything wrong. Welp, food probably won’t be out for a while. 

Finn turned to me and started chatting about possible ideas for us to do today. He mentioned maybe checking out a specific art museum nearby, just the two of us, because it was something we both liked and then ran off a few more ideas that either involved just our band or the whole group. I told him that we could ask everyone else later what their plans were before he turned to the rest of the table to talk. I felt Noah lean down to my ear once again.

“So, I’m not sure how exactly to approach this..,” he trailed off in a hushed tone, making me turn to him, waiting for him to continue, “But have you and Finn ever..?”

I stared at him in shock for a few seconds before bursting out in laughter. I instantly covered my mouth when people started looking and waved them off. I gave Noah a few apologies before my giggles finally died down.

“Noah, he’s gay,” I responded with a smile, making him drop his head in embarrassment as he chuckled to himself. 

“Also, I could never even think of any of the boys that way. Yes, we’re probably a little too close, but I can tell you for a fact that they’d rather give me a swirly than ever look at me like that,” I continued with a small giggle. He looked up at me with flushed cheeks and laughed. 

“Good. Good. I mean, I didn’t think so, but I was a little confused with the dynamic of it all.”

“These boys are my brothers, just like yours are to you. I mean, yes, it’s a little different since I’m the only girl in the group, but we’re strictly family here.” I smile as I look at the boys. Finn and Cal were bitching at each other about who knows what, always fighting like a married couple, and Damien was making his whole table laugh at one of his infamous stories he loved to tell. While I did have actual family and other friends at home, those boys were my found family. Being there for me when no one else was. Always understanding me even when I didn’t understand myself. 

“Don’t worry, I get it. I don’t know what I’d do without those guys,” Noah said, pulling me out of my thoughts and looking at everyone in front of us with a smile. “They got me through a lot of shit over the years. They always knew how to put a smile on my face no matter what I was going through.” 

Our food came surprisingly fast after that. Even though I had to stop and yell at some of them like I was their goddamn mother multiple times, it was a nice breakfast. If anyone did recognize us, they let us enjoy our peace. Or they just enjoyed watching the show, as I literally threatened to get out of my seat and watch the other table many times because Nick and Damien being together, while being instigated by Ruffilo and Matt, was like having to control toddlers. 

At one point, I look over and see Nick ready to launch a piece of pancake at Damien, who was sitting back with his mouth open, ready to catch it. I see Matt and Ruffilo with their phones out and childish smiles on their face like they were watching their favorite sport, and almost in slow motion, the pancake flies off Nick’s fork, past Damien’s head, and smacks Cal right in the face. This made both tables erupt in laughter, bringing even more attention to us. I didn’t know if I wanted to force them back to the van or just leave and pretend I never knew them. It was funny, trust me, but the last thing we needed was to get kicked out. 

Finally, we all were ready to leave, but not before Cal and Noah fought over the bill because, of course, we didn’t ask for separate checks. Noah finally won, saying it was going on the business card. While they did this, Matt, Ruffilo, and I snuck out to the van to claim our seats. The three of us chatted for the few minutes of peace we had, and I got to know that Matt was actually a really cool guy, us having a lot in common when it came to our home lives and being raised in the south. After finally noticing that we were gone, the other boys rushed out and fought each other over seats, none of them wanting to be the one to sit on someone’s lap. I got multiple whines and complaints, saying that I was the smallest, so I should give up my seat, but I just shook my head and buckled myself into my seat in the middle row. Noah, of course, managed to slip in next to me, but that resulted in him being pushed into me more as Nick tried convincing us that we could fit four people in our row. Finally, with a huff, he ended up sitting in the back on Damien’s lap. He even suggested squeezing into the trunk, but Matt immediately shut that down, knowing he was probably going to fuck around and mess with anyone driving behind us. From the way he said it, I'm assuming that he was speaking from experience. We eventually hit the road and drove back to the hotel, all of us spewing ideas of what we could do for our free day. 

We quickly arrived back at the hotel when it wasn’t Nick giving directions, and I was now getting ready. We couldn’t decide on what we all wanted to do, so we settled on just taking a walk around the trails nearby, it being secluded enough that we wouldn’t have to worry about fans, and so we had longer to decide if we wanted to go somewhere fun tonight. 

Even though we were in Georgia, it was still autumn, so I picked more of a warmer outfit, grabbing a turtle neck, tossing a random graphic tee I stole from Cal over it, and comfortable shorts with sheer tights. Listen, I didn’t spend all this money on these tattoos for them to all be covered, plus I knew that I would end up getting warm on the walk anyway. 

After doing my hair and makeup, I headed back down to the lobby to wait for the rest of the boys. Folio had run out and got a rental car for the day, pretending he just wanted it to be easier for us, but I knew he was scared he would be forced to sit on someone’s lap again. 

Eventually, all the boys came down, so we packed into both cars and headed off to a trail Matt had found. I drove with Matt again, wanting to get to know him more since it was always nice meeting someone so easy to talk to. Funny enough, Jolly, Ruffilo, and Noah packed into this one, and all my boys joined Nick, almost like we just switched groups. I was really happy that all of us were getting along so well and so fast, most of us meeting just a few days ago. We finally made it to the trail, of course, having to wait a good ten minutes for the other boys to arrive even though we left at the same time. I knew Damien was probably helping Nick with directions, and I’m honestly just glad they made it here in one piece.

Once everyone was together, we started off on our walk. I thankfully didn’t need to watch over the group too much. Yes, they were reckless and dumb at times, but someone was always there to pick someone else up if they goofed off too much and fell. Matt was a really nice addition to the group. He was like the other babysitter, but also always had something to talk about, and he got everyone more out of their shell, both being a nice touch of normalcy to the other band and just riling up my boys enough to get them to have fun.  

We walked for a while and just had fun. Jolly and Finn found sticks and started a sword fight, but that eventually ended up with them trying to smack everyone else in the group, making all of us find our own sticks for defense. I couldn’t help but smile the whole time. I already had a lot of fun over the years, spending my time with three large idiots, but now that I had eight, laughter never settled. We all got to talk about random shit, someone always asking the group a random question, so the conversations never died. I even got to have some nice chats with the other boys, already feeling closer to them. I could feel my family growing the longer the day went on. 

Eventually, we realized we should probably head back so we didn’t get stuck out here in the dark. It wasn’t as insane as the walk up, but we spent this time actually enjoying the scenery.  We finally talked about what we were going to do later, trying to think of bars or somewhere fun to keep the night young. A few boys were on their phones, trying to look for something near us that looked like a good time, throwing random ideas out until we could all agree on something. 

“Yo! Is this you?” I heard, snapping me out of my gaze at our environment. I see Matt turning around and facing his phone to me. I squint and see that someone had recorded a video of me last night, making me blush. I nodded sheepishly in response. 

“No, dude, Will Ramos reposted this on his story!” He said back. I paused for a moment. I know we were getting bigger, especially now that we finally had a larger band to tour with, but getting recognized was still very new to me. Especially by one of my favorite vocalists. I scrambled to get my phone out of my pocket and opened Instagram, typing in Will’s user and watching his story. I finally landed on the video and saw that he wrote, “This is sick! Who is this girl?” I looked at the boys around me, shocked, all of us now paused on our walk. I look back down at my phone, about to click on the story again to reply, before seeing that I already had a DM. I clicked it and saw that it was indeed him. 

Will- Hey! I saw a video of you covering our song and I just had to let you know how insane that was. I even checked out your band’s music and I love it! You have to add more vocals like this! 

I look back up at the boys in complete shock. 

“He DMed me… Will Ramos DMed me, telling me he liked it,” I managed to get out. Finn rushed over to look at my phone and gasped when he read the chat. He turned to Cal and Damien.

“Well, per the orders of Mr. Ramos, we gotta get Y/N into the studio and get her recording some of these vocals.” This caused the two boys to run to me, cheering and giving me a group hug. I couldn’t knock the stunned look off my face as I stared at everyone, who was giving me a proud look back. Finn pats me on the shoulder.

“Come on, let’s get back to the car, and you can freak out there,” He said. All I could do was nod in response as we continued our journey back. I got a few pats on the back from the other boys and a ‘Congratulations’ from Noah as we made our way back. I couldn’t even think right now. So much has happened in the past few days, I wouldn’t be surprised if I passed out again. 

We made it back to the cars. They all chatted about where we were heading next and decided to stop at the hotel one last time to change since we were probably going to head to a bar. I ended up riding back with my boys and Nick, just so we could talk about everything and what I should even do now. Nick gave us a lot of amazing advice on where to go from here, helping my stress a little, but I was still freaking out. 

When we made it back to the hotel, I snuck back onto the bus to look through my nicer clothes, and maybe stealing a few shots of the alcohol in there. I just needed something to take the edge off if I wanted to continue having fun tonight. Plus, it was just pregaming, you know? 

I found a cute dress that would fit for going out tonight and a cute pair of platform heels. It was a velvet mini dress that hugged me in all the right places and showed off all my favorite tattoos. The only problem would be how much concealer I was going to have to use since the neckline showed everything off. 

I headed back up to the hotel room and finished getting ready. I just added a little more makeup to my face and spent a good twenty minutes covering my neck. Once I was done curling my hair, I took one last look at myself, the liquid confidence pumping through my veins, making me feel good. All I grabbed was my phone, knowing that with how hot I looked right now, I wasn’t buying my own drinks tonight, before heading to meet up with everyone else. 

The second I stepped into the lobby, a wave of whistles and ‘damns’ went around, making me laugh and look down to hide my blush. 

“Y’all ready to go?” I ask them.

“Girl, what the fuck? You make me wanna change. I feel like a bum next to you,” Finn teases, making me shake my head, laughing. 

“You all look as hot as you usually do, now let’s get our asses in gear!” I say, slurring slightly. I may or may not have taken the Fireball up to the hotel room and drank more while getting ready. Cal gives me a comical look after I spoke.

“Are you already drunk?” he laughs out. I give him a bright smile.

“You were the one who taught me to pregame. I just wanted to get the party started already,” I leaned my head against his shoulder as I spoke, “And I’m still freaking the fuck out about earlier.”

“Y/N, you’ll be fine. Forget about everything and just have some fun tonight.” Cal rubs my arm as he spoke.

“Exactly what I’m trying to do.” And with that, I started walking to the hotel doors, not waiting for anyone else. I wanted to speak to Matt more tonight, so I walked to his van and waited for him to reach it to unlock it. We all piled into the two cars and made our way to the bar. It was more of a club type bar than a dive bar, and I was excited to dance to music and let off some steam. Noah sat next to me and glanced at me occasionally the whole ride there, making me giggle. 

“Do you have something you’d like to say?” I finally asked, which made him smirk.

“Just that you look absolutely breathtaking right now.” Then he leaned down until his lips were right by my ear. “And all I wanna do is rip that dress off you.” I laughed and smacked his chest. He smirked at me before turning back and looking out the window. 

We finally pulled up to the bar and made our way in. It was slightly packed and kind of in the middle of the city, so we were definitely going to run into some fans, but it was small enough that we didn’t have to worry about getting bombarded. A few of us headed straight to the bar while the others went to find a table. 

I stood there for about a minute, not ordering anything. I didn’t actually need a drink, as I was still tipsy, but I wanted to work my magic. I just moved my head to the music for a bit as I waited, until I felt a hand touch my back. 

“Let me buy you a drink,” I heard an almost fake deep voice from behind me say. I turned and saw that it was Matt, making me laugh. He gave me a cheeky smile. 

“Seriously, let me get you something. Help you start off the night of free drinks,” he said, leaning against the bar next to me. I put on a thinking face.

“Hmm. Fine. I think I want a Manhattan.” He nodded and turned to flag the bartender.

“Manhattan, please.” The bartender nodded and started making them for us. He turned back to me and smiled. I gave him a confused look.

“You’re not getting anything?” I asked.

“I don’t drink, but I know you wanted to take the edge off a little more, so I came to the rescue,” he answered with a shrug. I just giggled in response.

“You look amazing by the way. I’ve seen pictures and videos of your outfits on stage so I knew you could dress well, but this just proves it,” He said, his eyes trailing up and down my figure before pausing at the bat on my chest, “And I think that might be my favorite tattoo of yours.”

“Yeah? Have you seen this one?” And I turned, lifting my hair to show him the Baphomet piece on my upper back. I heard a low whistle and laughed before turning back around. The bartender set my drink in front of us and I took it with a small ‘thank you’ before facing Matt again. 

“Okay, now I can’t choose.” He said. I just shook my head.

“You are such a flirt, did you know that?” I giggled out. He matched my smile and just shrugged his shoulders.

“Hey, I just like making people feel good,” He teased with a wink. I smacked his shoulder, laughing. Then his eyes trailed past me, seeing something behind me. 

“Alright, I better stop before the big one rips my head off.” He laughs out. I turn around and see Noah practically glaring daggers at him. I rolled my eyes and patted Matt’s shoulder, thanking him for the drink, before walking over to Noah. I sat down beside him and just looked at him with a smirk. 

“What?” He asked.

“You are one scary motherfucker.” I joked, making him drop his head and chuckle. “You know Matt’s harmless.”

“I know…It’s just…” He trails off with a sigh as his eyes travel across my face and down my body. They land back on my neck and he reaches a hand to touch something on it. He grazed his thumb against one of the hickies peeking through the makeup before continuing. “I’m just a little… protective.” I roll my eyes and chuckle.

“Oh, so since you marked me, I’m all yours?” I joked. He smirked at me.

“I mean, if you wanted to be.” I side-eyed him and laughed.

“Noah, we just met a few days ago,” I said before taking a sip of my drink. I turn back to him and see him looking at me, a little confused. 

“What?” I asked.

“I mean, yeah, but we’ve both technically known each other for a while now.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t change the fact that we only first spoke to each other like three days ago.” I tried explaining. He stayed silent for a moment. 

“I just thought that’s why you came to talk last night..” He finally said.

“I came to talk to you about all the weird shit that has been happening, mainly to clear the air of any confusion. And then we both…let out a lot of pent-up emotions afterward. It’s not that I don’t like you, Noah. Trust me, I do. But I don’t jump into relationships.” He rolls his eyes as I speak.

“But you’ll jump into bed with someone?” He spit out. I looked at him shocked. Is he calling me a whore? 

“You initiated it, asshole.” 

“So you still went along with it, knowing that you weren’t looking for anything more?” He said, making me scoff.

“I never fucking said that. I just said that I need time.”  I spit back.

“How long were you gonna drag me along then? You know how much I like you, and how happy I was to know you felt the same, yet you were just gonna make me wait?” 

“That’s not what I’m saying. I just don’t immediately jump into relationships!” I’m really starting to get pissed off. He’s putting words in my fucking mouth.

“But aren’t I different? We literally talked about this being some crazy ‘universe pulling us together’ shit. And you can’t see me any different than the other guys you’ve dated?” I looked at him like he was insane. 

“No, Noah. Because I’m realizing you’re no different from them.” I scoffed before grabbing my drink and walking away. 

As I stormed past some of the guys, I felt someone grab my arm. I look and see that it was Finn with a concerned look on his face. I just shook my head and pulled my arm from his grasp, continuing to try and get away from everyone. 

Once I was far enough out of sight, I just leaned up against a random wall and let out a large sigh. Of fucking course. I don’t know why I even tried talking to him last night. I should’ve just fucking dealt with my feelings by myself. Because, of course, he’s gonna act like every other fucking man that I’ve talked to. I know that the alcohol was making me loose-lipped, but if I didn’t have liquid courage, who knows how I would’ve responded. The last thing I need right now is to jump into something with someone in the band I’m touring with, especially after only just meeting him. Especially since I’m still working over these insane feelings and how much my life has changed. We both need to think about this more. Have conversations about what we want in a relationship. And I’m not a woman to be claimed. I want a fucking partner. Fuck, my thoughts are running rampent.

I open my phone, hoping to find something to distract myself with. After scrolling for a while, I remembered the DM. Obviously, the alcohol is letting me speak my truth today, so fuck it, let’s get this over with. 

Y/N- I’m honestly shocked you saw that. That was my first time doing anything like that in front of people, so it may take some time to build the courage to do more. But I can’t lie, you’re really convincing me :)

I went to exit out of the chat after sending it, but then I saw that he read it almost instantly, so I waited for a response. 

Will- Your first time!? You must’ve been practicing like crazy then. 

Y/N- Well, I’ve always loved vocals like that, especially yours, so listening to your songs enough meant singing along the best I could😂

Will- Then I’m honored to be considered something of a teacher for you;)

Y/N- Probably the best teacher I could’ve asked for :)

Will- Maybe one day we can meet up and I can give you some personal coaching! If that was all self taught, I’m excited to see what lessons could do for your vocals. 

Y/N- Really? I’d love that! And I really do appreciate all the praise! You’re truly convincing me that I could do this❤️

Will- We can discuss a day soon:) And of course! I can’t wait to see what you do in the future.

I’m definitely feeling better now, speaking to someone who wasn’t an asshole. And talking to him is surprisingly easy. I’m not sure why I was so nervous, well, other than him being someone I‘ve looked up for years. And honestly, he’s making me realize I should just be focusing on this. My vocals are my job. My band should be my life. Me and the boys, getting better every day. I’m living out my childhood dreams but all I’ve been thinking about was some stupid boy. 

I was about to text Will back, when I saw Matt walking up out of the corner of my eye, bringing back the anger I had before. I turn to face him, giving him a slightly annoyed look. 

“Y/N, what’s going on? You disappeared and now Noah’s being an asshole to everyone. What happened?” He asked me. I rolled my eyes and shrugged.

“I tried talking to him and he just kept putting words in my mouth, making me seem like I was some slut, so I walked away.” I scoffed. He gave me a confused look. 

“What do you mean?” 

“I swear I don’t just sleep around, Matt. Yes, I’m surrounded by men all the time, but that’s just how this industry is and who I end up being friends with. He’s literally the first fucking person I’ve slept with in years, yet because I don’t immediately want to start dating, I apparently just fucked him to drag him along.” I answered. I couldn’t quite understand the look on his face after I spoke. It was like he was contemplating something. 

“Matt, you don’t have to be a problem solver here. I just need a break from him. Honestly, I just need a break in general. I came here tonight to have fun, and I’m over here, hiding on my phone.” I say to him with a sigh. He nods, yet still deep in thought, but after a few moments, he spoke. 

“Here, let me take you to the dance floor. And then, if you’re still upset, I’ll drive you back to the hotel so you can be alone. Does that work for you?” He suggested, holding out a hand. I couldn’t help but chuckled at the fact that he still decided to try and come up with a solution, but I guess that’s just how he is. I reached my hand out to his, accepting his offer. 

We make it to the dance floor and I try to have the best time that I can, Matt really helping me do that. I finished my drink and felt it ease my stress a little more as I enjoyed the music. For the more upbeat songs or just ones Matt and I both liked, we sang along with smiles on our faces, making me understand why he became a tour manager and not a singer. For the slower songs, I danced with him. He was a surprisingly good dancer, but I also wasn’t that shocked. Flirtatious men always know how to move with a woman on a dance floor. It felt nice, though. He respected me and kept his hands away from places he knew he shouldn’t touch, yet still moved with me sensually enough that I could get the full experience of dancing with a nice guy. A few other men tried asking me to dance, but I turned them down, either when the first place they looked was my chest, or the first place they touched was my ass. Matt chuckled every time I turned one down. 

I also liked knowing that we could do this as friends. We both had flirty personalities, mine just coming out more as I drank, but it was never anything too serious. His hands moved over my body with experience, holding me in the right places as our bodies moved together with the music. If anyone was watching us, they’d probably think we were actually together. But in reality, we both laughed if my ass accidentally touched his crotch or if his hand slipped too far down. We were cracking jokes the whole time, giggling to each other as we danced. There was no attraction between us, just two people who had so much in common that we both understood that dancing, even this close, was just another fun thing to do. And was I thankful to have met someone who allowed me to so easily have fun. 

After many songs, he leaned down to my ear so I could hear him over the music and asked if I was ready to get off the dance floor. I nodded, so we walked back to the bar, him leading me with a hand on my back. I can’t lie, I think he was putting on a show, probably to show off that he was with a girl, but I didn’t care. Because I knew that Noah was probably jealous. I know it was childish, but he pissed me off. So if a whore is what he thinks I am, a whore is what I’ll pretend to be. 

“Another Manhattan?” Matt asked once we made it back to the bar. 

“I think I want something sweet..hmm.. I want a Sex on the beach,” I answered, giving him a wink. He rolled his eyes and laughed before ordering me one and getting himself a soda. 

“So…” I said, filling in the silence as we waited. 

“So?” He asked

“Was it just me, or are you showing me off?” I asked with a teasing smile. He pursed his lips, realizing he had been caught. 

“Hey, it’s not everyday you get an attractive girl to flaunt at your side. And it was really funny seeing those guys’ faces when you turned them down to dance with me. So can you really blame me?” He defended, holding his hands up. I giggled. 

“Don’t worry, I’m flattered. And it’s not everyday you get to make someone who insinuated that you were a whore upset, so I’ll go along with this as long as you need.” I joked. 

“I really shouldn’t be teaming up with you on that, but I won’t lie and say that hearing that didn’t piss me off. I get people say dumb shit when they’re mad, but calling someone a whore, no matter the situation, is a fucked up thing to do.” He said. I leaned my shoulder against his and smiled.

“You’re a good guy, Matt. I am sorry you’re getting in the middle of all of this, but I really appreciate everything you’ve done, even though you literally met me this morning.”

“I have to deal with the bullshit those four boys do all the time. This is nothing. It’s honestly worse when they fight and make me pick teams. And I really like you, Y/N. I’ve gotten to know a lot about you today, and hanging out with you has been really fun, so of course I’d help. You’re literally me, just with boobs.” I let out a loud laugh when he finished. He wasn’t wrong. 

Our drinks cane, so we grabbed them and sat down at a table nearby. I was surprised I hadn’t seen anyone else lately, but maybe a few people went home already. I checked the time and saw that it wasn’t even eleven yet, and we weren’t leaving for the next show until the morning, so I definitely had time to have more fun tonight. 

“So, what’s on your mind?” Matt asked, making me turn my attention to him.

“Just that the night is still young and I wanna do something fun.” He thought for a moment. 

“Finish your drink and then we can get out of here. There’s definitely fun stuff to do around the city.” He said, making me raise an eyebrow. 

“You drove multiple people here, we can’t just ditch them.” 

“Hmm, you’re right…Wait, I have an idea.” He pulled out his phone and started typing. I assumed he was texting someone, the way he paused for a response between typing. I took that time to drink my drink, ready to get out of here since I already did everything there is to do: drink, dance, and argue with someone. Finally, he looked back up at me with a smug look. 

“So a few guys already went home in the rental car, and I told the rest of them to use the card to get an uber back.” He finally said. I gave him a smirk. 

“And no one got suspicious as to why you couldn’t drive them?”

“No, they did, but I’m on a fake date, remember?” He answered with a cheeky smile, making me laugh. Who knows what he told them, but who cares. 

I pulled out my phone and texted my boys, letting them know that I was staying out with Matt and would be back later. I closed it before I got a response, not wanting to deal with the questions.

Matt and I were now walking around the city. Even though it was nearing midnight, there were still some things to do. We found an ice cream shop that stayed open late and stopped there. We both realized how funny it would be to keep the act going, so we kept taking pictures and videos of the things we did, posting them to our stories. Some to our main stories, but most to our ‘close friends’ story, so fans didn’t get weirded out. 

We took pictures of our ice cream and posted them at the same time. We both recorded videos of each other goofing around. We found a playground and hung out on the swings for a while. I managed to catch him falling off the swing in a video, instantly saving it so I could use it against him in the future.

I was having such a good time. It’s so weird how much has happened lately, especially just in the last 24 hours. But right now was probably my favorite. Matt and I were just sitting on the swings, chatting about anything and everything as we swung back and forth like children. We, of course, tried seeing how high we could go, but after a few creaks of the swing set, we remembered that we were indeed adults and too big to be doing any of that. 

I do my best to enter my hotel room without waking Finn, knowing we had to get up super early to pack up the buses. I close the door and sneak to my bed. I sit down, about to take off my shoes, when the light gets turned on. I look up and see Finn looking at me like a parent catching their child. 

“Now what in the hell was all of that?” he asked. 

“What do you mean?” I don’t know why I was playing dumb, knowing I was gonna tell him everything anyway. 

“Girl, shut up. It’s three in the morning and you posted like a million things of you and Matt. What’s this evil scheme you have going on?” I couldn’t help but giggle. I know I was angry, but after spending time with Matt, I could leave the anger alone until I have to face Noah again. 

“Okay so, Noah’s an ass. And Matt and I went on a fake date to piss him off.” 

“Woah, hold up. Rewind and explain.” He said, shaking his head in confusion.

“Okay so Noah and I talked at the bar. He was getting all jealous that Matt and I were talking, so I teased him about it. Then he was talking about us dating, even insinuating that he ‘claimed’ me, so I was like ‘I don’t wanna jump into a relationship, I just met you’ and he was like ‘well you jumped into bed real quick-“ Finn gasped once I said that, and I just nodded before continuing.

“So I tried defending myself and he just kept putting words in my mouth and saying I was dragging him along, and THEN he was like ‘but aren’t I different than the other guys you’ve dated meh meh meh” I used a funny voice to mock him. Finn facepalmed as I talked. 

“So I just left his ass and then not too long later, Matt found me and we went and danced together and realized it would be funny if we pretended like we liked each other to piss him off. So then we went and hung out downtown for a while, taking a bunch of pictures and videos together, mostly for Noah to see, but also because it was a really fun time and I wanted to take some pictures.” I finally finish my slightly tipsy tangent and just watch Finn process it all. 

“And you two don’t actually like each other, right?” He finally asked.

“Nope, not at all. I practically grinded on him on the dance floor and nothing weird happened.” His eyes widened when I said that, before he laughed. 

“Damn, girl!” He exclaimed, now making me laugh, “Well, I can’t really say anything other than fuck that dude and I will always support you.” 

I giggled as I started getting ready for bed, wanting to at least get a nap in and then sleep more on the bus. 

“I love you, Finn. I’m so glad to have a friend like you, always supporting my reckless decisions.” I giggled out as I crawled into bed. 

“Always, love. Because you do the same.”

Part Five

[withdenim]

I keep scrolling through the venom tld tag and no matter how far I scroll I cannot find anyone else who’s MAIN takeaway was utter shock from the maroon five “memories” montage jumpscare (high school graduation style)

[tsuchinokoroyale]

Was soooooo happy with this phase 1 which is what made it so much funnier that I was immediately clapped by his phase 2 😂

[melrosing]

anyway in an absolutely wild turn of events I think I’m free of my hideous job and like. substantially richer for it??? lmao 2023 you really owed me

[voulezloux]

really awkward when you find your ex high school best friend on a dating app within days of you talking shit on him

[lanternlightss]

oh i don’t remember writing this??

[wifegideonnav]

ran into my ex best friend today. so that sucked.

[rosicheeks]

How did the choir gig (idk what to call it) go? Were you able to hit that high note? You mentioned you might have anxiety.

Ehhhhhh it was alright 😂

[moonlitwitchdaisy]

kento nanami would definitely fuck you on your wedding night while you’re wearing nothing but your veil. the moment he saw you in that wedding dress, all he could think about was everyone disappearing from the beach where your wedding was held, so he could fuck you right there against the entire ocean. even though he felt guilty for thinking like that, what else could he do after seeing you look that beautiful? throughout the night, he kept leaning in to whisper, “after tonight, you won’t be able to walk,” just to make your cheeks flush.

nanami was truly insatiable.

when the wedding finally ended, and you got to the stunning villa near the venue, he didn’t take his eyes off you for a second as soon as you stepped inside. when you turned around and realized he hadn’t followed you, he loosened his bowtie, taking it off while undressing you with his gaze.

“go upstairs and take off everything except your veil. i don’t want to see a single piece of clothing on you. understood, mrs. nanami?”

you nodded and went upstairs to your room without hesitation. stripping off everything but your veil, you waited for your husband.

that night, nanami fucked you until morning without stopping. he bent you over and pounded into you relentlessly, watching your veil sway with every thrust, which only made him harder. by the end, not a single inch of your body was free from bruises or marks, because your husband wanted everyone to know who you belonged to when you went to the beach on your honeymoon.

p.s: i think i’m gonna write a one-shot about this… (i posted)

[dollyichi]

I JUST GOT A CRUSH! ᯓ★ katsuki bakugou x f ! reader. 1.02k words / fluff / not proofread

bakugou is bad at social media. not exactly terrible, yet not so great either.

he really doesn’t care too much for it nor does he use it that often but he’s not that unfamiliar with it. he finds himself being on tiktok from time to time though he never really bothered to make it known that he had an account in the first place, just enjoying whatever he comes across and liberally blocks accounts that come up on his fyp that pissed him off. he never posts anything either so it didn’t matter. it’s a typical account with a generated username and a blank profile, 57 following, 0 followers.

recently he found a video that he wanted to share (an edit made by a fan) and posts the link on twitter, alongside saying how ‘it’s real sick’ of them to make that for him. he didn’t even know videos like that were famous. the effort and skill it took made him think it were cool.

what he also didn’t know, was that his profile would be revealed when you press on the link.

he got so confused when his account suddenly gained so many followers in just two days since he ‘never mentioned it.’ that was until he sees the replies on his tweet that the linked he used to share got him exposed.

he checks it out for himself which proved that he did actually share his account without knowing, but it’s ‘whatever.’ even after everyone found out he just used it like normal. it’s only a pain when they kept asking him to post something.

he truly is without care, yet he underestimates the fans who immediately stalk his ‘almost’ empty profile. you see, he doesn’t know that his reposts are public because he doesn’t actually look at his own profile. it’s usually a like, like, repost, favorite, like, then close app routine that he does before he goes to bed.

there's a few funny videos here and there, cooking videos and recipes too, things he'd like to try out soon for himself, or techniques that were really helpful for him. some are also videos of fan edits that he recently discovered, where the same video he shared was at the top of the page.

yet, there was one reoccurring face that kept popping up. a pretty girl who likes to lip sync some songs or show off their trinket hauls. sometimes mini vlogs from their day to day or makeup vids. and the topic trends everywhere: DYNAMIGHT TIKTOK CRUSH

when you saw it you really couldn’t believe it yourself that the one anonymous commenter on your videos was a pro-hero, your favorite nonetheless. though, it makes you a little nervous since your face is plastered all over different social platforms because you’re only active on that app. you don’t know where to go from there except squeal into your pillows. definitely flattered when you recall the many times he called you pretty on your vlogs.

as the rest dive deeper into his little ‘crush’ they even saw him comment on a few of your videos with compliments that sounded extra flirty. they teased him so hard saying how he looks like a creep especially with that profile. he’s never gonna hear the end of it. soon a new topic blows up that reads: GO FOR IT DYNAMIGHT

in his defense, if he were to give anyone an explanation, he thinks you have a really nice smile and a really soothing voice. also that you’re real cute and charming, that’s why he could watch and even rewatch all your content in one sitting. he couldn’t get enough of you, absolutely smitten. even had to ask kirishima how to turn on notifications for an account in the guise of turning it on for his agency's tiktok.

you’re also the only account he’s following that’s not a cooking channel or a pro-hero. and yeah it’s basically all that, a crush. not that he expects you to actually give him a chance, he’s happy just seeing your content.

however, the poor (not really) bakugou is actually unaware of the whole situation of his ‘tiktok crush’ trending since he was finishing a mission. only finding out when he got a call from kirishima asking if he found a girlfriend already. “what the fuck are you on about?”

“your fans are talking about how you keep reposting videos of this one girl on tiktok. i mean, it’s kinda obvious if you’re dating.” and it hits him, quick. your username (the one he could only remember, really) flashes in his head, but he laughs it off. “nah nothin’ like that. think i could shoot my shot though?” he asks him and kirishima says, “haha! i think she already beat you to it.”

not knowing what he meant, he swiftly gets home, showers, and lays on his couch whipping his phone out of his pocket to search up your username. and there he was, staring at his phone, unable to stop the smile on his face when he sees the thumbnail of your new video. he opens it immediately and there you were, holding a dynamight figurine (a very limited one too!) close to your cheek that you’ve never shown before until now. you never thought to show it thinking he might see it and think of you as weirdo. it gave the opposite effect actually, even made him more confident because who would've thought your pretty collection had a 'random guy' in there (definitely not random for you at least).

bakugou immediately likes, reposts and adds it to his favorites. even screen recording the whole thing cause you never gave access to download your videos—it was a very special moment for him okay!

he then comments, ‘you can have the real thing too.’

a few minutes later it’s got your icon with a heart beside it. he chuckles, happy that you finally noticed him. beams when he gets a notification that you followed him back.

he’s definitely going to dm you after he calms down. just hopes this time you don't beat him to it again.

do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works

note : i love a katsuki with a crush i think it's so cute. but i love it even more that he's still confident about it!!! i like to think that reader probably has like 20k followers or something so pretty big but not as big as the others. the first time he met you he stumbles upon a video of you talking about the ice cream u just got and then he got hooked cause u were so cute when u were picking the flavor. PLEASE DO NOT SHARE THIS ON TIKTOK BTW >< also minors & ageless blogs please do not follow me!

[producedbysohyun]

A Not So Secret Secret

Kang Dae-ho x pregnant! Reader

Summary: You and Dae-ho join the game to settle your debts, unaware at first that the other is also playing. However, there’s something Dae-ho is also unaware about.

Warnings: Reader is replacing number 222 but has no correlation with 333, Reader is pregnant, mentions of killing and stuff like that. might be slightly inaccurate I’ve only watched the show once. Not proofread.

wc: 3.2k

a/n: I’ve had this idea for awhile but wasn’t sure if anyone would read it so I’m just gonna put it out there!

Pt.2 masterlist

You had just finished the first round in the squid games ,red light green light, and you were terrified as you sat in your bed. Why were people being shot? How are you gonna get out? What is happening? A thousand thoughts raced through your mind at once until you felt a hand on your shoulder.

You turn around and your met with the face of a worried old woman. It was Geum-Ja, the sweet woman you met during the first game.

“Are you ok?” She asked.

You nod, not exactly in the mood for talking.

Her eyes flickered down to your stomach before looking at you again. She smiled “if you need anything please let me know..”

You nod again, trying to hint at her you wanna be alone before you hear a man yelling, saying something about a vote.

The guards reply a bit after saying that there would be a vote after each game, and a vote soon commences.

“389…please cast your vote….. 388.. please cast your vote” The voice of the guard said.

You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even notice who was currently walking down the aisle to place there vote until the buzzer went off.

“Another person voted to stay…” you thought in your mind… Wait what??

You couldn’t see that well from where you were standing but you caught a glimpse of his face.

It was Dae-ho.

“No… there’s no way… why would he vote to stay.. it can’t be h-“ Your thoughts were soon cut off by the guards voice again.

“222.. please cast your vote”

Jeez how long were you thinking for… whatever it doesn’t matter… you walk down the aisle shyly, feeling everyone’s eyes on you as you press the red button with the X on it. You don’t dare to look behind you, knowing who’s face you’d immediately see.

The votes for O only kept going up and by the end of the vote, O had won.

You feel the anxiety really getting to you and retreat to your bed, trying to run away from your worries. When you get there you feel a hand grab your wrist.

“Y/n…” Dae-ho says, a slight bit of panic in his voice.

You don’t want to turn around but you force yourself to, looking up at him.

“What are you doing here???” He asks in a not so soft tone .

“I could ask you the same thing…” you reply with an attitude, still upset about him voting O.

“I came to settle our debt-“ He tries to explain.

You cut him off. “And you didn’t think of telling me??”

He sighs trying to reason with you. “Listen.. y/n… they said not to tell anyone… I couldn’t risk losing the opportunity at the time… And you can’t get upset at me when you’re literally here as well…”

You rub your face in frustration. “I’m not upset at you for being here I’m upset you didn’t tell me and even more upset you chose to stay!”

“I didn’t know you were here.. if I had known that I would’ve voted X in a heart beat… We need the money baby….” He reply’s, his tone softening.

“This money is not worth dying for…” you say as you start to walk away.

“Y/n stop….” He grabs your arm softly.

“What….” You reply.

“We aren’t done talking…” he says, pulling you back towards him.

You sigh. “What else is there to talk about”

“Why are you here..” He asks. He thinks he knows the answer but he just wants to hear it from you.

“For the same reason you are…” You half lie. Yes you are here to try and settle your debt but also to get a little extra money for the baby.

He sighs, not knowing what to say.

You just turn around and start walking away before he grabs you once again but this time pulling you into his arms.

You’re surprised but you hug him back, not realizing how much you needed it.

While hugging you, Dae-ho couldn’t help but realize that it felt different, the way your body’s pressed together wasn’t quite as comfortable as your stomach was blocking him from getting to close.

He pulled away looking down at you.

“Y/n..?”

You looked away, realizing he probably noticed.

Five months before you joined the squid game you found out you were pregnant. You hid it from Dae-ho, wearing sweaters when your bump started to get a little noticeable and just saying you were cold despite it being summer, he didn’t think much of it. It was quite easy to hide because he was rarely home as he was looking for jobs.

You didn’t want to hide this from him. But you did, in fear that something would happen with your relationship as you wanted to keep the baby. You didn’t have a plan, you didn’t know when you were gonna tell him, all you knew was that you were gonna hide it for as long as possible.

Dae-ho’s hand on your arm snapped you back into reality. You look up at his worried face and just start crying, the hormones getting to you.

“Hey…. What’s going on…” He asks softly.

“I- I’m sorry-“ You stutter.

“Talk to me baby…” He puts a hand on your waist.

You back up, not wanting to be reminded that he knows now.

He keeps his distance but it kills him to see you like this.

“I’m- I’m pregnant-…” you say softly as you continue crying.

“W-“ He struggles to find his words “For how long??-…”

“Five months….” You admit.

“Why didn’t you tell me baby??” He says, still in shock.

“I’m sorry…” you continue crying into your hands.

He walks over to you and hugs you tightly.

You cry into his chest. “I thought- you would be mad..”

“Mad? Why would I be mad at you….” He asks softly.

“I don’t know….” You say, starting to calm down a little.

He continues to hold you and comfort you, silently cursing at himself for voting O, now realizing how much harder this is gonna be.

Later that evening you and Dae-ho join a group of three other boys, Gi-hun, Young-il, and Jung-bae.

You sit with the boys, your arms resting around your stomach out of habit and Jung-bae can’t help but notice.

“I’m gonna go take a quick nap..” You say to the group, your exhaustion getting the best of you.

You distinctively hear Gi-hun say something about dinner soon but just brush it off, too tired to even listen.

“I’ll be fine..” you say as you walk to your nearby bed and collapse on it.

Once Jung-bae notices you’re gone he looks at Dae-ho. “Is she um.. yk..” He asks nosily.

Dae-ho just sighs and nods and the group looks a little shocked, Feeling a newfound protectiveness for you, their new group mate.

After the group gets over the initial shock of the situation they start making a plan on what to do for the next games and how they are gonna survive as a group.

The sound of a voice saying to line up for dinner interrupts their conversation and Dae-ho goes to wake you up. You groan, not wanting to get up and slowly get out of bed before following him into the line. (He lets you go first cause he’s a gentleman 😘)

You guys get your food and go back to the spot where you were previously sitting. Right when you sat down a wave of nausea hit you and you just didn’t want to eat at all.

Dae-ho notices this. “Hey are you ok?”

You whimper slightly. “I can’t eat…”

The group looks at you concerned and Dae-ho speaks up again. “Why what’s wrong?”

“I don’t know I just feel sick…” You reply, leaning on him.

He rubs your arm softly before young-il speaks up. “You should really try to eat… the next meal won’t be till tomorrow morning… that’s probably not safe considering-“

Dae-ho cuts him off, not wanting to have you be reminded of it and get more stressed right now. “He’s right… try to eat just a little hm?”

You pout at him. “fine..”

You take small bites of your food, it’s not terrible but it’s definitely not making your nausea any better. Nonetheless you push through, knowing that you need to eat for the baby.

Dae-ho looks at you happily, glad you decided to eat.

You try to eat as much as you can before you just set the food down and lean on Dae-ho again, his presence comforting you through your sickness.

You end up falling asleep on him as the group just talks and continues their plan.

Once again, the voice on the speaker starts talking saying it’s time for bed or something. You don’t really know as you’re half asleep.

You feel Dae-ho softly guiding you off of where you were sitting and the next thing you know you’re in your bed, Dae-ho softly putting the covers over you before kissing your forehead.

“Goodnight N/N, I love you..” He says softly.

You smile sleepily at the nickname and reply. “Goodnight Dae.. I love you too..”

The rest is a blur until you finally fall asleep.

The next morning starts the same as the first. Everyone lines up to get breakfast.

You get your food, actually hungry this time and open the tin container, immediately eating everything while sitting in your bed. Dae-ho is with the group but if you’re being honest you’re not in the mood to socialize this morning so he decided to give you some space. That is until the old woman, Geum-ja, came up to you again.

“How are you feeling?” She asked sweetly.

“Better…” You reply shortly.

She holds her tin of food in her hands as she looks down at your empty one before handing you hers.

“Oh- no no it’s fine really-“ you try to reason with her, not wanting to take food from her.

“Oh don’t be silly it’s ok… You need to eat more..” she smiles as she hands you her food.

You bow, very thankful because you’re really hungry. “Thank you- you really didn’t have too..”

“Don’t mention it” she gives you a smile before her son comes over telling her to not scare him like that.

You sit there awkwardly as they talk before the old woman waves goodbye to you and smiles. You wave back at her before eating the food she gave you.

Shortly after eating the speaker says that it’s time for the first game and to follow the guards. You remember what Gi-hun told your group last night, pick the triangle. Knowing what to do for this next game, you feel pretty confident but are still nervous.

You rejoin with your group as you guys walk towards the doors into the colorful room with stairs.

You all walk in silence before Dae-ho speaks up. “You feeling better?”

You nod and reply. “Ya… I was actually able to eat so I feel alot better”

Dae-ho smiles and keeps walking up the stairs.

Everyone gets to the door and when it opens, confusion fills the room.

“This is the dalgona game.. right?” you ask Gi-hun, really confused.

He sighs and looks at you. “I don’t know what this is..”

The familiar feeling of anxiety crept back up your body but you tried to keep it at shore as everyone walked into the room.

Everyone stayed by their group as the rules for the game came over the speaker. “This game is the six-legged pentathlon. A group of five will be connected by their ankles in the order of who is gonna play the first mini game to who is gonna play the last. The Mini games consist of the following: Dakji, flying stone, gonggi, spinning tops, and Jegi. The group will complete the five mini games within the time limit and cross the finish line or they will be eliminated.”

After the announcement everyone immediately started scrambling, trying to find groups but the five of you just stayed with each other, discussing who was gonna do what.

Since your the only girl in the group everyone excepted you to know how to play gonggi but you surprisingly didn’t. Luckily for you guys Dae-ho would play it with his sisters and he get really good at it. So that was settled. Now everyone else just had to figure out what they were gonna do.

“I can do Dakji…” you said softly, not really knowing what else to do.

Everyone agreed on it and the rest of the line up was decided. You do Dakji, Jung-bae does flying stone, Dae-ho does gonggi, Young-il does spinning tops, and Gi-hun does Jegi.

Your groups discussion was soon interrupted by the first two groups going up, who soon later both lost.

As the games went on the waiting players became more immersed in watching the other players play and started cheering them on, acting as an audience.

A group finally won and everyone started cheering and jumping but you felt a hand on your shoulder. “Don’t jump don’t jump” Dae-ho said softly, not wanting you to use your energy or stress your body out.

You listened to him but kept cheering along with everyone else. For a second, you forgot this was a game where you could die and you’re not here to have fun. That was until gun shots from the other side of the room interrupted everyone’s cheering and brought them back to the harsh reality.

After many games it was your teams turn. You were the second to last team to play therefore you had no audience which your group was sad about. You on the other hand had no room to be sad as you were internally freaking out.

Your group lined up and your ankles got chained together. Then. The game started.

Your group walks in sync to the first mini game, Dakji.

You grab square piece of paper and throw it as hard as possible at the one on the floor, and to your surprise, it flips over. The group cheered as the walked to the next mini game. Jung-bae grabbed the stone and threw it at the other one, hitting it perfectly. The group cheered again and continued walking to the next one. They all sat on the floor in-front of a small table as Dae-ho skillfully handled the gonggi. Everyone watches in amazement as they pass right away.

They get up and walk to the next mini game, spinning tops. Everything was going good until Young-il messed up. Over and over and over. At this point it just seemed like he was doing it on purpose cause how can you possibly throw it behind you?? (Bro was totally doing it on purpose 😭)

After some focusing and stressing he finally got it. But you guys had no time to spare. Everyone quickly made their way over to the next mini game. Gi-hun quickly kicked the Jegi four times before kicking it way in-front of him.

Your heart stopped. “This is it” you thought to yourself before you were yanked forward towards the finish line. Young-il had helped Gi-hun kick it last second.

You guys passed the finish line, all relieved until you saw the other team in-front of you get shot. Despite winning, this made your heart heavy, remembering the situation you’re still in.

After getting your ankles unchained all of you walked back into the room, getting stares from everyone and heating groans from people that wished more people would die.

You stayed silent the rest of the evening until the vote. Your group had collectively decided to vote for X this time. You were sure you were gonna make it out. Until you weren’t.

By the end of the vote, O won again. And even worse, Jung-bae voted for O. Your own team member!

After realizing you were gonna be stuck in this hell hole for another game you definitely didn’t feel like eating, you got up and went into the bathroom, getting sick thinking about what you saw today and just because of your pregnancy in general.

*knock knock* “are you ok y/n?” The old woman says from outside the stall door.

“Ya-“ you wipe your mouth off with toilet paper before flushing the toilet and coming out.

“Remember if you need anything don’t be afraid to ask me…” She says reassuringly.

“Thank you..” you give her a soft smile before going to wash your hands.

When you come out of the bathroom you go back over to your group and see Jung-bae sitting with them again. Dae-ho must’ve brought him back.

You sigh and sit with them.

Dae-ho looks at you concerned. “Are you ok did you eat”

“I can’t Dae…” you reply tiredly and lean on him once again.

“Cmon baby just a little…” he nudges you.

You force yourself to remember that you can’t be skipping meals now due to your baby, Before sighing. “Ok…”

You eat some of the food, the nausea surprisingly going away.

“Drink some water too..” Dae-ho reminds you.

You nod and drink your water, immediately feeling alot better, still leaning on him.

Your eyes become heavy and you distinctively hear the group talking about something to do with a fight but you don’t pay much attention and fall asleep on Dae-ho’s shoulder.

*time skip to night*

You wake up on a mattress on the floor, super confused, and look to your right and see Dae-ho sleeping under a bed on the mattress? 😭

You look to your left and see young-il and Jung-bae also under the beds on a mattress.

Confused, you sit up and see Gi-hun awake, just sitting there. You get up and walk over to him.

“I need to use the bathroom” you say quietly to him.

Gi-hun looks at you. “It’s too dangerous to go alone-“

“I’ll go with her” the old woman says from the bed above you.

You and the old woman go over to the bathroom, only to be refused entry by the guards. So the old woman being the baddie she is puts on a pretty convincing sob story before the guards finally let you guys in, another girl showing up behind you guys and asking if she should come too.

“Don’t worry she’s a woman” the old woman says and the other girl follows you guys into the bathroom.

You quickly go into a stall and just cry. You’re so scared and you just wanna go home. You wanna lay in your bed again. You don’t even care if you’re in debt you just wanna go home.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the old woman opening the door.

“Are you ok? Is your baby coming? Is it your stomach?” The old woman questions you worriedly.

“I’m so scared” you say crying more before she hugs you tightly.

“It’s ok..” she comforts you.

That’s the last thing that things feel like right now. “Ok”.

You calm down after a bit and she leads you back over to your bed.

You step in between Gi-hun and Jung-bae, who is now up, to get to your bed.

You notice the Dae-ho is literally half way on your bed so you just decide to use his arm as a pillow. He gets a little startled but immediately falls asleep after. You hold onto his arm in your sleep, him being the only way to comfort you in this hell. After a bit of thinking you slowly drift off to sleep, feeling a little better that you’re not alone in this.

a/n: thank you for reading this took absolutely forever! I want to make a part two so let me know if you guys would be interested!!

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i feel like i’m going insane like this is going too well