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Molly Bauer's first year of college is not the picture-perfect piece of art she'd always envisioned. On day one at PICA, Molly discovers that--through some horrible twist of fate--her full-ride scholarship has vanished! But the ancient texts (PICA's dusty financial aid documents) reveal a loophole. If Molly and 9 other art students win a single game of softball, they'll receive a massive athletic scholarship. Can Molly's crew of ragtag artists succeed in softball without dropping the ball?
The author of the New York Times best-selling Check, Please series, Ngozi Ukazu, returns with debut artist Madeline Rupert to bring an energetic young adult story about authenticity, old vs. new, and college failure. It also poses the question: "Is art school worth it?"
Iâve been a huge fan of sakana since forever, and I like self-contained sports stories (the heated drama is peak, but I canât stick with something super long) so I knew Iâd love this graphic novel. and I was right.
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I like the ensemble! The focus is primarily on the main character, but you get the sense theyâre doing their own stuff in the periphery. wrangling a bunch of art students is a really funny concept and allows for a lot of personality contrasts.
itâs not a romance, but it does have romantic elements, and the love interest-type character is SO funny. there were several scenes with her that legit got a laugh out of me
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super worth it, 100% recommended for a fun time. might give ex-art school students psychic damage
#recs#gen recs#ff recs#not a romance but confirmed romances#I have only two crits#1) thereâs a lot of close time jumps forward and backwards in the first few pages which makes it a little jarring to follow#2) I do wish we got a *little* more hints to the ensembleâs peripheral development; the twins show up at the end post-arc#but we donât really get to see even hints of their arc yknow#Iâd still consider it 100% knocked out of the park tho#plus thereâs a side f/f ship I really like too. theyâre so funny#I love when there are gals who are all just some guy#AND I LOOOOVE HOW THE COOL GALâS DEFINING CHARACTER QUIRK JS SAYING PHRASES HYSTERICALLY WRONG#itâs so funny
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i hope im bellumâs biggest fan
#quite the competition i know but a gal can dream#bellum#phantom hourglass#salty talks#look for all i know theres some guy under the radar whos also insane abt bellum but is more obvious than me#i hate when i treat fandom as a competition. i wrote a like 11k bellum post i need to go find that again. maybe srb it#anyways bellums a funny beast#hes a funny little circle shape and able to beat gods and his power revolves around consumption hes JUST like kirby#theres so little but so much abt him. i wish i could get myself to draw more often. ive been honing in on more humanoid bellum stuff#idk the phrasing of that one text thing abt if theres no fans then im dead thing you know the thing#its harder to be outspoken abt him bc im kinda building up from the bottom with him but hes funky#his ârelationshipâ with linebeck is so cool to me im making a mountain out of a molehill and i love it#my problem with like. talking abt characters i like. i either need a fucking BOLT of Idea or someone to give me a specific topic#or else i write 11k words bc im an unhinged guy sometimes
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object memories
A fic I wrote as part of my D&D druidâs backstory that Iâm in the mood to share. Do you ever write something for the sole purpose of splashing around in your own prose like a dog in a kiddie pool?
TLDR: POV character Hush and her father were held prisoner by a cult for 10 years in solitary confinement, before being ritually sacrificed. Unbeknownst to the cult, Hush wasnât quite dead and woke up later in the mass grave mortally wounded but alive. As a druid, Hush can shapeshift into animals if sheâs seen and studied them before. This fic is about how she 'discoveredâ her first four wildshapes in the aftermath of her ordeal, while learning to survive alone in the wilderness and fend off the hunger that threatened to consume her.
~4,600 words; CWs: gore, animal death, take âem seriously Iâm not kidding around. I feel like thereâs also something going on here with the hunger stuff, but I truly donât know what the fuck to even call that CW. If somebody knows, let me know lol.
The rat was the first.Â
She doesnât know exactly when she reached the tipping point, but she grew intimately acquainted with the ways of the rats over the years. She spent an eternity in that dungeon, curled in the corner among her clinking chains, feeling them scurry over her in her sleep. Grew acquainted with how they move, how they think, grew used to fighting them away from what little she had to eat, bartering with them for the space, for help to stay clean, teaching them to bring her things. She watched them for generations, while they nested in the dirty little pallet that she slept on, until they were closer friends than sheâd ever had among humans.Â
She knew them, inside and out, long before she knew how to change into anything. When she awoke in the aftermath and the wildshapes came, the rat was like a second skin. She slipped into the shape like a shield, slick with blood, and slithered out with the last of her breath.Â
The world outside was big.Â
She couldnât heal. The first word she spoke when she took her given shape again was a rattling, empty gasp that sent sticky gore oozing through the feeble scabs over the gash in her neck. It didnât matter how desperately she grasped for the language, how well she knew the incantation, how crisp and adamant the gestures were that should have saved her. There was no magic without sound. And her angelic heritage did little to help when whatever the source of her limited innate healing, it simply didnât respond.Â
She spent the first week or so in the glade on the edge of the forest where she collapsed after running out of time as the rat. The summer heat broiled her skin, even through the shield of the canopy, leaving her parched and aching and crisp like a dead leaf. In the haze of exhaustion, she began to treat her wounds.Â
The sacrificial shift theyâd dressed her in shredded easily. She wound long strips of it carefully around her waist and chest, stomach churning at the horrid sight of the injuries, and tied the rest as tightly as she could across her ragged neck before the pressure made her choke. Every motion left her dizzy and sick. She might have laid there on and off for hours or days or a month, languishing in the softest patch of moss she managed to find and dragging herself back and forth from the clear little stream that burbled a few yards away. As many moments as she could, she hid behind the rat again. The rat wasnât bleeding. The rat was safe. The rat could forage, devouring whatever it could find, just enough to sustain her.Â
She learned the rabbits next.Â
Timid creatures, cautious and quick, they watched her with their wide beaded-bright eyes and darted to safety at the sound of her rattling breaths. While she waited to recover her strength between wildshapes, she watched them back, tracking the little families back and forth among the wild grasses. They were solitary, but not aloneânever truly alone.Â
There was a nest not far from her resting place. She stumbled across the babies on her way to the stream. Their tiny forms huddled together in a depression in the grass and she looked one in the eyes and its little ears trembled, it tucked itself deeper in the shadows, bracing, and a sudden knife twisted in the center left of her stomach.Â
It took too long to realize it wasnât the wound this time.Â
Her sunburnt skin ached desperately, throbbing to the rhythm of a heart that wasnât hers. She fumbled past to the edge of the water and dipped her face below the surface, where the chill could bring her to her senses, but the soft curves of the current brushed their way along her cheeks like the perfect ghosts of her fatherâs hands.Â
Her lungs burned before she came back up for air.Â
The next time she changed, the new shape was a rescue. She was a stranger but she smelled like the glade, and the other rabbits allowed her there. In the shadowed night they huddled together, warmed by each otherâs skin, and her tiny rabbitâs heart began to calm as it hadnât before in a very long time.Â
She couldnât remain forever. She was keenly aware, the longer she lingered, that she was far too close to the cult. Any member could stumble across her here, out on a forage or traveling to the compound, and she wouldnât get another chance at freedom. She couldnât risk it. When her stomach sealed enough that the insides of her abdomen didnât spill to the outside after any major movement, she staggered to her feet like a newborn fawn and began the journey.Â
She stuck to the woods. Waterdeep was a death trap, anyone could be cult-aligned, anyone could see her and they thought she was dead but she couldnât know who might know her face. The roads were too much of a risk, populated as they were. Stealth was her only option. The angels guided her when she slept, teaching her how to find north and south in the stars, how to know clean water from stagnant, how to name the leaves and berries around her and tell which ones were safe. She treated her aches with willow bark and bandaged herself with buffers of soft clean leaves. She passed the days in the shelter of her animal forms or huddled in the shade, thinking of anything but the black spots that swarmed intermittent in her vision and the weakness in her limbs. She stayed alive. It was a near thing.Â
When the berry season faded, and the leaves began to turn, the hunger snarled in her like a wild beast.Â
She stumbled to the nearest town under cover of night, shielding her body with her arms, following the smell of something delicious she couldnât name that made her gut twist with starving, nauseous desperation. It was too open, the streets too broad, but every buildingâs door loomed and narrowed and filled her mouth with the suffocating taste of molding earth until her heart pattered the way it did in the rabbitâs body and the outlines of the structures blurred and blackened before her eyes. A too-cold breeze swirled through the streets and she shuddered from head to toe.Â
There was a man ahead in dark robes that swirled and her heart moved like rabbitâs feet fleeing in her ribcage. She forced herself to the alley, forced herself back, and bolted into the safety of the sacred darkness.Â
It was like that at the next few towns, too. There were kind people, here and there. One gave her a soft dark shirt and soft dark pants when she met him in the night, thrust them at her and skittered off when she tried through rattling gasps to ask if he wanted payment; a few innkeepers let her stay the night and gave her meals in the morning that softened the hungerâs brutal edge. But it couldnât last, because the figures in the alleyways always came back, and names that she remembered from another life haunted her until she fled back to the safety of the trees.Â
The days grew colder.Â
The woods were safer further south, deep and dark, filled with birdsong and the golden colors of the waning year, the colors bright as life. Sheâd taken a sharp rock and cut a stick to hold her weight, easing the pressure on the days when walking was too much. Her breathing was growing easier, and her neck didnât bleed anymore. But the words that would call magic to her side still couldnât find their way from her mind out through her lips.Â
She was losing strength. The angels taught her traps and snares, but her feeble hands couldnât tie the knots tight enough, and the few beasts she trapped slipped free when she tried to claim them. The herd of deer that once bolted at the sight of her now didnât even flinch, the great many-pointed stag that led their numbers watching her passively while his mate and children drank at the riverside and foraged from the dying grasses. There was little to forage and less to live by, and some days the wavering mists of exhaustion hardly left her vision.Â
Sometimes, on the nights the angels didnât come, she dreamed of the stag instead. Of his glinting eyes in the brush, watching her, unafraid. She murmured prayers in the morning to whatever forces listened.Â
She met the wolves in the pits of a moonless night, by way of gleaming golden eyes and an uncanny silence sweeping over her resting place, and she knew theyâd come for her. She resolved herself to at least go down on her feet.Â
When the first wolf lunged, she lashed out with her staff, squeezing her eyes shut against the wave of fatigue that swept through her body from head to toe and sent the blood rushing out of her head, and felt herself make contact. The beast yelped, and she blinked spots from her vision just in time to fend off a second, sending it sprawling across the scrubby ground. Her hands shook.
âPlease,â she tried to rasp, though nothing but a helpless wheeze came out. The wolves paced. She shifted back, making space, feeling acid adrenaline spread slow like venom down her arms and into her fingertips, biting back the way every motion tore at the scabby flesh of her still-healing abdomen.Â
The wolves kept pacing. In the dark, they moved like dancers, every footstep intentionally measured. Silent, despite their size, dwarfing her with heavy bodiesâdirewolves, not just wolves, but their largest and most vicious cousins.Â
Her stomach growled with a ferocity that nearly sent her to her knees.Â
The third wolf lunged. She grasped for the little magic she knew, one of the rare spells that remained without her voice, and scared it back with a shard of ice that burst into bitter steam across the pack. Its yelp was piercing and sharp and left her dizzy. Through the haze as she recovered, she watched the wolf pack flee.Â
She dreamed of the stag that night. She dreamed of blood and the careful steps of hunting beasts, tender in the foliage. She dreamed that she staggered to uncertain feet and the stag was there, his muzzle nudging against her arm, strong and stable, as she found her way upright. She wrapped her arms around him. He was warm and smelled of musk and the gentle decay of the forest floor in fall. He didnât flee. His fur was soft like the velveteen skin of something whose name sheâd forgotten, a precious something sheâd loved in another life, beyond her memory, behind the veil of the endless dark. She awoke grasping for it, the name on her lips but not close enough to catch it, even if sheâd had the voice to speak.Â
She dreamed fitfully, in bursts, interrupted by the empty claws of a hollow stomach scratching at the inside of her vessel like nails on slate.
The next day, something whimpered in the bushes when she went to change her bandages at the stream. She braced herself against her staff, and nudged aside the leafy branches, and found the wolf. It was panting, golden eyes glazed grey with pain, curled up defensively with hackles raised. It growled at her approach, but the sound was weak, and tapered to a whimper.Â
Near its feet, the ground was muddied with black-red blood. She traced the line from its paws to the place in its side where the fur was shaved down to muscle and a thin line of bone. The ghost of a spell and an icy projectile flashed across her memory.
Her hands were shaking again.Â
She went to the water. This stream ran clear and cold, down from somewhere in the mountains, carrying the mineral taste of glaciers high above. Flakes of mud and blood trailed free from her hands when she dipped them in the current, and she watched them swirl away through the eddies and whorls.Â
It was all mechanical, in the end. She pried a piece of moss from the bank, hefted it, ran it through the water and watched the dirt run off the roots towards the valley. Washed it clean, squeezed it under the surface and watched it fill with water. Stood and turned back to the forest.Â
The beast didnât calm, but it didnât bite when she pressed the pad of moss as gently as she could against the gash. It snapped, and she looked it in the eye, waiting. Its jaws were wide, teeth yellowed and worn from use. It could tear her to ribbons even now, if it had the nerve. She wouldnât last long.Â
She washed the wound, and padded it with clean dry lichen, and flinched when she touched the beastâs side and a warmth filled her fingers that hadnât answered her since she first returned to consciousness in the grave. She caught it like a soap bubble, soft as a memory. It settled in her chest and the breath that filled her lungs was deeper than sheâd had in years.Â
Sheâd forgotten how it felt, when the warding darkness at her center answered. When the healing power in her blood responded to her call.Â
She forgot it again when the hunger returned in a wave of dizzying force, chasing all other thoughts from her mind. The wolf, rising from its rest in the hollow, tilted its head with a calculating glint and watched her. Gold eyes met gold.Â
It turned to follow the water, limping ever so slightly, and padded off.Â
She followed.Â
The pack was waiting in a stony cavern where the stream met a sparkling river. She felt their wary gazes long before she saw them, hidden as they were among the warm grey stone. But they recognized their lost member and pounced on him, tumbling together in a massive joyful bundle over the sandy patch of riverside, and before long it was like they hadnât even seen her. She found a bright place on a rock by the shore, and waited for the sun to warm her bones more than the hunger chilled them.Â
Across the river, the bushes rustled. She knew what sheâd see there.Â
The stag disappeared into the brush, and her vision blackened.Â
She awoke to the hot wet stickiness of a tongue on her face, and flinched, recoiling from the threat. In front of her sat the injured direwolf.Â
âHi,â she whispered, bracing herself. âHi there.â The words stuck in her wound and scraped.Â
The wolf cocked its head, stood, and licked her face again. It⌠did not try to bite her head off. This was not a situation she had anticipated. She particularly did not expect to be licked a third time. The wolfâs breath almost made her faint again.Â
Behind the wounded animal, the packmates slunk forward, watching her. Waiting.Â
The hunger in their eyes was a mirror of her own, and the shapechange came in its aching wake.Â
She followed them, that night, in a wolfish skin that matched their own. It wasnât long before she had to pause, the time limits of her wildshapes forcing her back to rest while the pack moved on, but the howl carried on. They didnât like to leave their own behind. She learned their facesâthe mother the first to lunge, the father the second, the grown pups that followed them with their own faces and minds and hearts. They walked the trails of the forest, and she learned their gait, their stalking dance, their silent patience.Â
She slept between great warm bodies, and dreamed of blood and meat and the beasts that once wore the bite-marked bones on the floor of the den.Â
In the days, she jostled with the pups as one of them while she could. When she couldnât, she rested on the rock by the river, while the echoes gnawing in her stomach dueled the white-hot claws of her bone-deep scars. She scrounged late-season eggs from a duckâs nest and swallowed them raw, on her hands and knees in the riverbank mud, eggshells scraping her gums and spilled yolk staining the ground, and coughed up half what she found when her scarred neck screamed with pain from bending low. It staved off the ache for an hour. She scraped up the spilled remains in her hands and wept.Â
On the fifth night, she followed the pack to a valley full of marsh-weed, where they found a limping boar. The pack struck in a whirl of fur and fangs, iron-stink staining the water. They fought her back from the bounty until the leaders took their share, but the scraps she claimed sated something, hot and vicious in the pit of her gut.Â
It was enough for a day.Â
She dreamed of it after, the blood that dripped from her fangs, the viscera on her tongue, the hot iron taste of it, the texture of muscle rending against her jaw. The heat on her lips and gums, bone crushing and crunching and cracking in her grasp, the relief like a soft warm pelt at the end of a long dayâs journey as the soft squishing prey slid down her gullet like a prayerâŚÂ
She dreamed of it night after night after night, waking with saliva in her mouth, thinking of it between the angelsâ words, the ghost of that sensation dancing through her mouth in all her forms. She sat by the river and echoed it, conjuring up the giving resistance of flesh under her teeth, biting her tongue till it bled to remember the taste. She dreamed of nothing but. She dreamed even in her waking hours, as the first autumn frost laced over the land and the pack sat full and happy from the hunt.Â
She dreamed of it until the dream consumed her, empty of everything but teeth.Â
She left the den on an ice-bitter evening under ponderous slate skies when the dull weight of the thought hung heavy like an overripe fruit, when she wondered what the wolves would feel like beneath her fangs, if their heavy furs would rip and tear the way that scrap of boar did or if theyâd linger in the teeth and scratch and bristle. She slunk up the hill to the north on the packâs favored trail, filling her muzzle with the scent of heavy musk and petrichor.Â
The stag was waiting.Â
His antlers glinted in the cold dead moonlight, graceful as a halo, round as the crescent moon. He turned his head. She met his eyes and lunged.Â
She tore out the flesh of his neck like pages from a holy book, paper beneath her fangs as his blood ran like wine at a ritual. His stomach opened just as easily, staining the fallen leaves in garish scarlet, and his legs kicked feebly as she tore through the viscera that spilled free, relishing in the iron stench. Mouthful after mouthful, she ate her fill. She tore through muscle and tendon until she finally sank her teeth into his bright-hot heart and swallowed it in shreds. It might have still been beating, or the pulse between her jaws might have been her own, racing and vicious. She felt every piece reach her stomach, filling the void, hot in her chest like a hearthfire, bright as a star, sweet and tangy in the wolfâs senses and prickling in her own.Â
She hunted the liver down among the mess and swallowed it next, and the kidneys, and parts she knew no name for that glistened red and pink and sickish yellow in the light. She savored the feeling, the soft wet warm of it, the taste of the life that would fuel her own. She pried out the lowest of his ribs and it crackled in her jaws and she chewed out the marrow until there was nothing left of worth.Â
She didnât know when he stopped moving, only that eventually, he did. It took too long.Â
When the wolfâs stomach filled, she lost the shape and scrabbled at the stag with her own weak human-shaped hands, her fingers shaking, nails digging into the slickened meat for purchase and prying up scraps to devour. She shook and shuddered and buried her own face into the stagâs shattered chest, drinking the lifeblood until it dried sticky on the edges of her skin, until she was full, until her aching stomach silenced and stopped and grew bloated with bleeding flesh.Â
She raised her head and her gaze caught upon his eyes. They were wide, and glassy, and milky with the haze of death.Â
She turned away from the kill and threw up nothing but bile, choking on the taste of steel.Â
âThank you,â she murmured, too hoarse for anyone to hear, shuffling to the side and cradling his head in her lap, the warm blood filling her soft dark pants and seeping through to her skin. âIâm sorry. Iâm sorry. Thank you.âÂ
She leaned over him, wrapped her arms around his neck, curling her fingers into his short soft fur. Velveteen. Buried her face in his, her eyes hot and stinging, she swore she felt the ghosts of hands in her hair as the blood dried sticky on her face and melted down her cheeks. She clutched him tight enough to strain the scabs down her chest and belly, threatening to once again reopen the wounds. And she stayed there, waiting, until nothing came. Her stomach was quiet.Â
As she rose to her feet, she carefully bent and lifted as much of the stag as her body could manage. He was lighter than seemed fair, even to her haggard limbs.Â
Her hands didnât shake.Â
There were hunters in these woods. The angels had told her, murmurs in the night, between the endless thoughts of hunger. They could help her. She stumbled through the brush, dragging the stag behind her, listening for someone larger than herself.Â
In the hours before the dawn, she found a young man in the valley, carrying a crossbow and a knife. He stiffened at her approach, and stood there wide-eyed, watching.Â
The words she spoke to explain herself died in rasping whistles in her throat, but still he watched, rapt, his eyes darting between the stag and her own face.Â
âYou⌠you killed that?â the man asked, gesturing.Â
She nodded. Her neck twinged. She felt the manâs gaze skirt over her scarred neck, her hands slick with blood, the wrinkled scabby mess of her stomach where it was visible between the hem of her shirt and her makeshift belt.Â
âDo you⌠need to⌠take it somewhere?â She shook her head. The man swallowed. âThatâs a lot of meat for one person. ErmâŚâ He looked around, and she tilted her head. ââŚDo you know how to treat it? If youâre planning to eat that yourself, you probably want to salt-preserve it, itâll spoil quickly otherwise. I could⌠help?âÂ
She shook her head quickly, forcefully, then nodded, please, and the man flinched. But he was true to his word.Â
He led her to a clearing, his hands fluttering and his soft eyes nervous as she followed like a wraith, and showed her how to lay the stag down and open the rest of its body with a clean sharp knife. How to strip the meat from the bones, careful and keen, and process it into chunks and then lay it in pieces in salt to let it dry. She watched the process with singleminded focus, noting down every last motion, memorizing each flick of the knife.Â
He let her borrow his blade, so she could clean the carcass and keep that velveteen skin. With a few weeksâ drying and treatment, it would make a good blanket to last the winter through. She stripped the stag to the bones, and kept those as trophies. That night, the angels taught her to sharpen them into knives.Â
When the man had left, knife and bow in hand, retreating into the shadows, she realized that he never once quite looked her in the eyes.Â
She kept the skull. Late at night she stared into its face, searching for the glint of the stagâs all-knowing gaze in the depths of his bones, knowing there was nothing on the other side. She stared at him until somewhere deep inside, a part of her became him. Until his eyes became her own.Â
She took the form of a deer in the morning, wearing the weight of his antlers like a crown. The herd moved by her in the bushes and watched her like a ghost.Â
She went south. The winter was upon her, and it was time again to travel. The herd had enough to haunt them.
#dnd fic#this is... more gruesome than i usually go in for but it was fun to write#the way this feels like cannibalism when it definitely isn't#but at the same time in some metaphorical sense it kind of is#it's more... killing somebody and then stealing their skin#hush is a creepy forest witch who talks to angels and makes people nervous#and i love that for her#the hunter she met in the woods is just some sad little himbo trying to feed his family and thanking the gods he wasn't murdered by the fey#100% that man thought hush was either a faerie or a demon and feared for his LIFE#i told the DM that someday i would love her to just randomly bump into that guy again#because now that she's healed enough to /talk/ again she wants to thank him and will be all excited to see him#'omg it's my best friend!!!' meanwhile this poor guy is shitting himself 'oh fuck oh no i DID accidentally sell my soul to the fey'#hush is one of those characters i categorize as 'obliviously terrifying'#she is just a gal trying to survive and trying to regain her sense of self after being violently dehumanized for over a decade#she encounters other people and is overwhelmed but tries to be 'normal'#she just... fails to realize that between the aasimar angel traits and the inability to talk and the telepathy she uses to compensate...#she is very scary to other people#but then you talk to her and she is in tears of joy bc she had a fresh baguette this morning and it was really good#and it's like... ah. she's just poorly socialized
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RATE MY PROFESSOR! â GOJO SATORU & GETO SUGURU.
kinktober day one â threesomes ; find masterlist here
synopsis. youâre professor gojoâs TAâthe catch? you both are romantically involved. what do you do when professor geto happens to accidentally walk in on you giving a blowjob? let him fuck you so he keeps his mouth shut and doesnât tell a soul, of course
length. 5.1k words (deep, big, heavy sigh)
contents. minors do not interact, fem! reader, college au, teacher-student relationships, prof! satoru + suguru, TA! reader, power imbalance, age gaps (reader is early twenties and satoru + suguru are early thirties), semi public sex (at campus in satoruâs office), suguru walking in on you and satoru, threesomes, fingering + blowjobs + hair pulling + throat fucking + cum swallowing (satoru), male masturbation + edging (suguru), unprotected sex + (one) clit slap + creampie (suguru), pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel, princess, pretty girl, good girl), not proof readâi am a raw dog kinda gal
notes. i would highly discourage having intimate relations with a professorâbutâŚ.if your professor looks like gojo or geto, iâm blind babe. i ainât see nothing. i wonât tell a soul
âyou guys wanna get lunch?â nobara hums, âweâre all here.â
megumi, as always, looks like heâs about to say noâhe probably wants to go home as quickly as possible. but thatâs not an option because before he can, yuji has already piped up with an enthusiastic, âyeah! iâm down.â
you fiddle your fingers nervouslyâhow are you supposed to get out of this one? youâd just used the excuse of grading assignments for satoru yesterday, and surely you couldnât possibly have a fresh pile of them to grade again within twenty-four hours, right? itâd be a suspicious excuse, especially one for nobara, who seems to sniff out a lie a little too easily.Â
itâs not that you donât want to hang out with your friends, you love them. really. but you promised youâd be in satoruâs office in fifteen minutesâand youâre not about to keep him waiting, so lunch will have to wait for another time.
youâre still thinking of a usable excuse when she turns to you herself, unimpressed as she dryly says, âi assume you have some midterm review to help him polish or something,â she grumbles, âgojo is so lazy,â she scoffs.
ohâwell, that wasnât very hard. sheâs just made it ten times easier for you. nobara has handed you the perfect excuse right in the palm of your hand, and before you can even play it off casually, yuji cuts in and distracts her. bless yuji, you think to yourself.
âhey, professor gojo is a great guy! we all passed with an A! isnât that great?â
âeveryone gets an A in his class, dumbass,â megumi grunts, rolling his eyes, ânot getting an A in his class practically means youâre deliberately trying to do poorly.â
on campus, professor gojo is a fan favoriteâhis rate my professor score is a perfect five stars, and most of the students around campus rave about him. why? because he gives out the letter grade A+ like itâs candy. anyone would love a professor like that.Â
he doesnât ever take attendance or knock your grade down when you skip class, his assignments are always easy to google answers to, and the quizzes have unlimited time and attempts. his tests are straightforward enough that even if you never pay attention, doing the review he uploads is sure to help you cram enough to pass. and whatâs better? he always adds a generous curve. not only that, but professor gojo is a friendly guyâhe loves talking to his students, loves to ramble away if you stop him in the halls or visit during office hours, loves to listen to your stories and nod along in interest, loves to crack jokes and have a good laugh.
everyone loves professor gojo. and when they leave his class with an A+, they love him even more.Â
you had an A+ in physics yourself when you took his classâand you hate physics. you hated it in high school, and you hate it now. but for gojo satoru? youâre almost a physics enthusiast. professor gojoâor rather, satoru, as you call him now, takes a liking to you. a veryâŚstrong liking, if you will.Â
it all starts on a fateful monday afternoon two semesters agoâitâs one thirty pm, the busiest hour on campus. sometimes, it feels like everyone takes classes at one pmâand as such, getting a table in the university coffee shop is almost impossible. youâre just about to give up and leave with your coffee and sandwich after scanning the place when a wave of a hand catches your attention.Â
itâs professor gojo.Â
need a seat? he asks you, gesturing at the chair in front of him at his tableâitâs a smooth, amused little drawl, the way he talks. itâs almost always a borderline teasing tone, and his voice is low enough that it sounds oddly enticing. youâve heard enough girls lust over his voice in class to know youâre not the only one who sometimes appreciates the sound.Â
you try to insist that you wouldnât want to intrude, but professor gojo is a nice guy; always looks out for his students and helps them out. so, when he insists that he doesnât mind you taking the spare seat as he grades a few assignments, wellâŚyou decide to sheepishly thank him and sit across from him, finally having somewhere to sit and eat before youâre off to your next class.Â
and then it begins.
every now and then, you sit across from your physics professor in the crowded coffee shop on campus as you enjoy a cold brew and a sandwich before your next class. somehow, he always manages to snatch a table, and somehow, you always manage to find him. you like to ramble to him sometimesâhow professor nanami is a bit too strict for your liking (he giggles at that), how professor ieri always seems too tired and miserable to be here (he nods and agrees), and how professor geto is nice, but he takes literature pretty seriously (he gives you an amused look at that as he hums.)
somewhere along the line, he asks you to be his TA for the following semesterâand somewhere further along that lineâŚwell, perhaps the one-on-one talks as you sit together at a table for two felt a little too close to something of a romantic setting because you and professor gojo kiss in his office while he calls you in to explain your TA responsibilities.Â
that was never supposed to happen.Â
you donât even remember who leaned in first, or whose arms were the first to wrap around the other, or who tugged who closer, but you both kiss. and then some. and then it happens again, and again, and againâand, wellâŚyouâre professor gojoâs, or better yet, satoruâs best kept secret.
you go to his office to grade assignments for himâin between if he steals a few kisses, whoâs to know? sometimes, heâs a bit riskier, likes to spread his legs and free his cock and have your hand stroke him as he eyes the door. itâs always a nice view to watch him unbutton a few buttons of his shirt and bite back moans. other days, he likes to slip his hand past your waistband and toy with your clitâthe amused glint in his eyes, as he tells you not to get distracted and keep grading when you gasp always, earns him a sharp glare.
itâs like that for the semester, just you and him in his little office where you can break the rules in the safety of secrecy.Â
that is, until now.Â
admittedly, this isnât the best time to be doing thisâprofessor geto likes to have lunch with satoru around this time, and you know youâre cutting it closeâŚbut he just looks so pretty like this, head fallen back against his chair as his lips part with a soft gasp.
youâre on your knees, looking up as you suck on the tip of his stiff cock before taking him down your throat, bobbing your head up and down. itâs a rewarding position to be inâto have the hot, loved, campus favorite professor that everyone thirsts over falling apart in your mouth, hands gripping the arms of his chair as he pants harshly above you.
he looks prettyâalways does, always looks good enough that you can feel the ache between your legs get worse. the messy strands of his hair stick to his damp forehead, and his lips are always so pink and plump when he bites them like that, and who can forget the way his eyes turn just a shade darker of that bright blue?
you hum around him, making him groan as he mumbles, âf-fuck, youâre so good, sweetheartâalways know how to make me feel good.â
you press a kiss to his tip, smearing the bead of pre cum leaking from his slit along your lips before licking them cleanâhe closes his eyes and groans at that. you canât help but giggle, canât help but press more kisses along his hardened length until youâre at the base of his cock.Â
âpretty little lips,â he hums, reaching to rub his thumb over your bottom lip as you open your mouth, letting him slip into your mouthâhe hums approvingly as your tongue swirls around the digit, sucking slowly. ââs like you were made for taking me, huh?â
ââcourse i was,â you grin cheekilyâand then youâre back to sucking on his cock, tongue rubbing over that thick vein you love to trace and reaching a hand to play with his balls. he moansâitâs low but still whiny enough that you canât help but feel so proud at how needy he is, how desperately he always wants you. no matter the risk.
except the risk is probably not the wisest one to test today because just as satoru lets out a particularly loud whine when you swallow around him, the door clicks open andâŚ
oh.Â
oh no.Â
thisâŚthis isnât goodâthis is terrible, in fact. this is the worst possible outcome to the worst possible thing youâve done, and now youâre screwed. entirely destroyed, in factâthe both of you. here goes your admission and your progress on your degree, and here goes satoruâs entire career and everything heâs worked for, and all because you couldnât help but give him a blowjob in the middle of his office with the door unlocked where his best friend can walk right in and get a full view.
and worse? this best friend of his happens to be another professor on campus who you happen to have had just last semester. youâre sure he knows you; youâre his former student, after all, and he must certainly know his best friendâs TA.Â
professor geto blinksâhis eyes go back and forth between you and satoru and the still-hard cock between his legs thatâs glistening with your spit as you sit on your knees. yeahâthereâs no explaining this one.
âwell,â he says blankly, âi guess thatâs on me for not knocking, huh?â
âsuguru,â satoru grumbles, âsome of us are busy yâknow? canât you come back later?â
you turn to satoru in shockâhow can he be so normal about this? how can he just casually act like this is some random hook-up his friend walked in on instead of a (very illegal and very unprofessional) teacher-student relationship that could get the two of you in more trouble than you can comprehend?Â
but professor geto doesnât seem even the slightest bit concerned. thereâs no look of disgust or panic or even anger at you and satoru for your unprofessional habits. thereâs no alarm at the distasteful activities youâre doing in the middle of a university office where anyone could potentially walk in on. and then thereâs satoruâhe doesnât even bother making himself decent or pulling you from your knees.
no, instead, he looks at professor geto in slight irritation as the latter stands there.Â
âso this is what youâre always busy doing in your office, huh?â professor geto hums, chuckling in amusement, âi have to say, you at least have good taste, satoru. sheâs excellent in and outside the classroom, it seems.â
âyeah, sheâs a keeper,â satoru hums, cupping your cheek as he grins down at you, ânow if you donât mind, suguru, weâre in the middle of something.â
âand what do you plan on doing if this gets around?â professor geto raises a brow, unimpressed.
you look at him in panic at thatâsurelyâŚsurely he canât mean that he would be the one to spread this around, right? surely he wouldnât throw his best friend under the bus, correct? if not for you, then for satoruâs sake, heâd never let this information find another soul. otherwiseâŚotherwise youâll both lose everything. all the hard work and progress youâve made, all of satoruâs experience and years building his career, and all the future opportunities you had coming upâall of it will be for nothing if professor geto says one word.Â
people wouldnât have a hard time believing it either, you think. sometimes your own friends like to poke fun at you themselves.Â
youâre always with him, are you sure youâre not in love with the guy at this point? nobara always likes to snort at you.
why does professor gojo even keep you around? youâre too lazyâyou must give good head, megumi tends to tease as he raises a brow with amused eyes.
with how often youâre in professor gojoâs room, you might as well have a crush on him, yuji sometimes giggles.
surely, with how often youâre seen in the coffee shop with him as he grades papers and how often he likes to tease you when you show up to his classroom sometimes to drop off papers, students would certainly take the rumors and spread them like wildfire if professor geto says even the littlest thing.Â
you look at him with wobbly lips as you whisper, âplease donât tell anyone,â you sniffle, âiâŚmaybe thereâs something we can doâŚto keep you fromâŚâ
the two of them look at you in shockâthey stare at you for a moment, stare at the crystalline tears welling up in your eyes, at the soft little tremor in your lips, at the sweet little sniffles you try to hide. then, as if in sync, their eyes meet each otherâs before finding you once more.
âoh, thatâs precious,â professor geto chuckles, âshe really is a keeper, satoruâshe even looks pretty when she cries. iâm almost jealous.â
âdonât look for too long, suguru,â satoru grumblesâand then, âlisten, sweetheart, you donât have to worry. suguruâs not gonnaââ
âwell, if there is something youâd wanna do for me,â professor geto cuts satoru off, his voice a low drawl as he walks closer, hand cupping your jaw as he tilts your face up, âi suppose i can keep my mouth shut.â
âanything,â you nod quickly.
youâre so eager to please, he thinksâso perfect and sweet and pliant, that suguru thinks he might actually really be jealous that somehow, it was satoru who caught your attention. how did this all start? when did it start? how long has it been going on? do you have real feelings for each other? or is it just a pleasurable business kind of deal? do you meet up outside of campus? does he take you to the next town over to freely walk around with you on dates? do you kiss sweetly sometimes instead of with hunger? have you ever spent a night in his bed? do you sleep better beside each other, wrapped in the otherâs arms?
there are so many, many questions suguru wants to ask. the potential answers to all of them make him a bit more unhappy than he cares to admit. something in him wonders how things mightâve had to play out in order to land you in his office insteadâbutâŚbut if youâre offering anything, why not take advantage of the offer?
âanything?â he asks, looking at you amused, âyou know, princess, anything is a dangerous offer. what if i asked to join? what if i asked to fuck you here in this office so your secret is safe?â
you blink up at him for a moment at his wordsâtheyâre a bit shocking. professor getoâŚdoesnât think this is wrong? clearly, he doesnât if heâs willing to take part. but that doesnât sound half bad. not even in the slightest.Â
theyâre a popular pair: professor gojo and geto are all people on campus ever talk about. those two professors who happen to be best friends. theyâre not much older than you eitherâcanât be past their early thirties, even if they donât look a day over twenty.Â
did you know they used to go to college together? i heard theyâve known each other since high school. apparently, they applied to work here together and only took the offer up once the other agreed. itâs all people ever gossip about when they mention them both. itâs always about how close they are, how deep their bond is, how there is never one without the other. and then, of course, there are thoseâŚthe less than appropriate comments you occasionally hear the other girls make. i bet professor gojo gives the best headâheâs always sucking on some lollipop. iâd let professor geto do nasty things to me while i read his literature books out loud to himâheâs too fine. i can take both of themâand i donât mean their classes.Â
itâsâŚnot exactly a bad offer that he gives you, you think to yourself. itâs an enticing one, in fact. you get to have them bothâprofessor geto isnât any less attractive than satoru andâŚand well, youâd really like for him to keep this a secret, so itâs a bit of a win-win. plus, youâre sure he wouldnât risk spilling such delicate information when it would put his career at risk, tooâit seems like the perfect leverage.
you look at your old literature professor with a nod as you murmur, âthen iâd say you should make sure to lock the door this timeâwe donât want to make the same mistake twice, do we?â
his eyes sparkle in amusement at that, a low chuckle falling from his pretty lips as he shakes his head at youâyouâre even better than he expected. satoru is so, so lucky heâs got to have you to himself all this time. itâs criminally unfair.Â
âhey,â satoru pouts from behind, still sitting in his chair and still painfully hard as his throbbing cock sits between his legs unattended. âyou both are forgetting about me,â he whines.
professor getoâor rather, suguru, you suppose, only looks at his best friend in amusement. ânow, satoruâwhat have i always told you about sharing? hereââ he walks over and pulls satoru to stand before taking the seat himself and patting his thigh as he looks at you with a sly grin, âwhy donât i get to feel your pussy, and satoru can have your mouth like before? then we both get what we want.â
âbossy as ever, suguru,â satoru chuckles, but thereâs something in his eyesâsomething darker and more excited than youâve ever seen them.
âget her ready for me,â suguru hums, fingers making quick work to unbuckle his belt and free his hardened cock. you canât help but stare, canât help but watch as he wraps his fist around his hardened length and runs his thumb through his slit with a low moan.Â
heâs not as long, but heâs thicker than satoruâyou can easily tell he wonât be any easier to take. you watch attentively as he traces the thick vein along the side of his cock with this thumb as he strokes upward, rolling around his tip before stroking down and squeezing at the base. you watch his lips tug between his teeth, a soft moan ripping from his throat as he touches himself in the way he likes best.
youâll remember what he likes, you thinkâyou can sense this might not be your first and last opportunity to see suguru like this. and next time? well, next time, itâll be your hand touching his cock and pulling those pretty little sighs and groans from him instead of his own.
âeyes on me, sweetheart,â satoru hums, pulling you to stand before gently guiding your back to fall against his desk, fingers looping into your waistband and pulling your pants down your legs. you can hear the sharp inhale suguru takes as soon as the wetness of your folds is on display, as soon as your puffy clit and dripping pussy are there for him to see so clearly. âwatch carefully, suguru,â satoru grins, âsheâs pretty when she cums.â
âi can imagine,â suguru muses, âalright then. show me.â
instantly, satoruâs fingers are intruding into your cuntâitâs familiar, the sensation of his digits bullying past your folds and curling against your sweet spot. heâs already knuckles deep, already pressing the tips of his fingers into the back of your walls as far as theyâll go, spreading you open and scissoring you apart. it feels goodâit always does, and when his palm rolls across your clit? you canât help but let out a whiny moan that earns a groan from suguru as he fists his cock tighter.Â
âgod, she even sounds so pretty,â he pants, watching as satoruâs fingers slip in and out of your pretty cunt, at the way it all but sucks them in itself as it flutters around him. everything about you is perfectâbut your face is by far suguruâs favorite. the way it twists with pleasure as satoru slams his fingers against your spot mercilessly with every thrust of his wrist has him fighting off his orgasmâhis fist slowing down to a teasing edge as he grunts at the way he lets his pleasure die down for the sake of really feeling you.Â
âthat feel good, angel?â satoru asks, grinning down at you.Â
you nod quickly, head thrown back against the wooden desk as you stutter, ây-yesâŚs-so good, toru.â
âtoru?â suguru asks, âdo i get a nickname too? make sure you come up with one for me, yeah?â
itâs almost like you donât hear him, too busy on the way satoru drags along your walls with every time his fingers sink into you. âtoru, toruâs-slow down, âm g-gonnaâŚâ
âslow down?â satoru gaspsâhis pace only quickens at that as he gives you a mocking pout, âyou want me to slow down, sweetheart? you never ask me to slow down, itâs always faster, toru. faster, please! from you. you donât wanna give suguru the wrong idea, do you? heâll think i havenât taught you how to take it like a good girl.â
suguru snorts at that, slowly dragging his hand up and down his sensitive cockâitâs red at the tip, flushed, and leaky enough that itâs easy to tell heâs aching for release.
âhurry up, satoru,â he grits, biting his lip as he fights back another orgasm and stills his hand, keeping it tightened around the base of his length, âwe havenât got all day.â
âcanât rush making my pretty girl cum, suguru,â satoru gasps, âshe deserves the best. look at this pussyââ he gives pulls his fingers out to give your clit attention, rubbing your slick over the sensitive bud as you gasp, writhing over his desk, ââsee how perfect it is? you gotta treat it like that too.â
as if from his words alone, as if you get off on the way satoru praises your cunt to his best friend who watches you get stuffed to the brim with his fingers, you whimper before cummingâyour pussy fluttering around nothing, walls spasming and dripping with slick as he toys with your clit.Â
âtoruâtoru, âm cummingâŚcummingâoh,â you babble, thighs quivering as his thumb doesnât let up from your abused clit, watching as your hand reaches for his wrist weakly to halt his movements. ââs too much,â you sniffle.
âtoo much?â suguru gasps, âhow will you take me, then, princess? donât tell me youâre tapping out already?â
ânah,â satoru grins, chuckling, âsheâs got plenty left in her. she can take it.â with that, he hooks an arm under your waist and helps you sit up, leaning down to kiss you softly as you let out a muffled whine against his lips. âyouâre ready for suguru, arenât you, baby? prepped you nice and good to take him, didnât i?â
you nod, mumbling a soft, âuh huh,â in agreement.
âthatâs my good girl,â he coos, grinning as he presses a wet kiss to your forehead.Â
suguru, patient as ever with a stiff, aching cock standing between his muscled thighs, holds an arm out for you as he murmurs, âcâmere then, princess. canât back out of our deal yet, can you?â you walk over to him on wobbly legs, letting him pull you to sit on his lap, back flush against his chest as his hands guide your hips. he taps the head of his cock against your clit as he lines your entrance up with his length before pulling you to sit, slowly inching you down on him bit by bit as he gasps at the way you squeeze around him instantly. âh-holyâfuck, such a tight fuckinâ pussy. âs like i can barely even move,â he grunts, chin resting on your shoulder as he pants.
satoru walks over, staring down at you as youâre seated on suguruâs lap before cupping your cheek and rubbing over the soft skin with his thumb. âyou can take both of us, right sweetheart? youâre just too good not to, arenât ya?â
you nod eagerly, letting the tip of his cock tap against your lip, tongue moving to lick across his slit and make him groan. heâs painfully hardâcock swollen and neglected for so long, you almost forgot that heâs been waiting for your mouth to take him again after being interrupted. your jaw slacks as you let him thrust his hips and fuck his length into you, tip hitting the back of your throat as you choke around him.Â
âfuck,â satoru hisses lowly, biting his lip as his hands grab your hair and keep you in place while he ruts into your mouth, âfuck, baby. never get tired of how good this mouth feelsâtakes me so fuckinâ well. jusâ love feelinâ me down your throat, huh?â
you canât do anything but let out a muffled cry, feeling the fat tip of suguruâs cock nudge against your sweet spotâitâs just as effortless: the way he finds your most sensitive part. just as effortless as satoru. maybe thatâs why they get along so well, maybe theyâre connected in that way.Â
âoh, princess,â suguru moans, panting against your ear as he lets out a breathy moan, âfuck, thatâs goodâso, good. can hardly move with the way youâre squeezing me. greedy little pussy, isnât it?â
you whine as you feel his arm wrap around you, finger rolling over your puffy clit as his hips snap upwards and fuck into you, cock dragging along your walls and stretching you enough that you can hardly think straight. heâs bigâit feels like heâs almost splitting you open with his girth as his hips roll up and sink him deeper into your cunt.
âsheâsâŚsheâs perfect,â suguru pants, âkeepinâ this all to yourself? how selfish of you, satoru.â
âsheâs mine,â satoru whines, cock pushing past your lips as he speaks, the way your tongue glides along his vein making his cheeks flush as his eyes flutter shut and his mouth falls open with a breathless moan. âsheâs too good to share with you. you d-donât deserve her.â
âyeah? and you do?â suguru chucklesâit sounds more like a labored pant, his breath harsh as he groans into your neck when you flutter particularly tightly around him, forehead falling to dig into your shoulder, âsheâs suckinâ me in. think she wants me. donât you, pretty girl? you want me to cum inside you, right? make you mine too?â
ây-yes,â you mewl, popping off satoruâs length as you whimper when suguru chuckles and gives your clit a light slap, back arching against him as he pushes his cock past your folds again, âyes, wanâ it. wanâ it so, so badâneed it.â
âsee,â he raises a brow towards satoru, âknew it.â
you can see the way satoruâs cock twitches at thatâat the way you fall apart on suguruâs lap as the latter digs his head into your shoulder as he breathes harshly, chasing his release desperately as he ruts into your slick pussy. you can see the way satoruâs tip is flushed a harsh red, leaking with pre cum as he aches to spill cum down your throat, so you let him push past your lips once moreâbut not before giving his tip a delicate kiss.Â
âsheâs my girl,â satoru grunts, âmine, mine, mineâknows how to make me cum. kn-knows how to take me so good, right baby?â
and as if to answer him, you suck around his tip, swallowing around his length and making him groan as his hips stutter and cum paints your throat white as it fills your mouth. you try to swallow every drop, try to take what he gives you as he fucks into you desperately and chases the pleasure of his high. thick, hot ropes of cum spill from the corners of your lips as satoru fucks his load into you, panting as his hips sloppily roll and work himself through his orgasm.
âthatâs right, sweetheart,â he groans lowly, âtake it, yeah? godâfuck, feels so good, baby. âm c-cumming.â
you make a sound between a choked whine and sharp gasp as suguruâs thumb rubs harshly against your swollen clit, his teeth sinking into your shoulder as he groans, hips just as sloppy as satoruâs in his pace that it tells you heâs close tooâand then he twitches into your pussy, cock burying into you once, twice, three more times before he groans too.
âgonna cum, princess? âcause âm gonna fuckinâ cumâfill you up and make you mine. you want that right? want me toâf-fuck, fuck âm close, so close,â he cuts himself off with a gasp, letting out a needy whine into your skin before spilling into you. you can feel hot, thick ropes of cum paint your walls as his tip nudges back into you and pushes his load as deep as he can.
and you fall apart too, coming undone a second time as your walls hug around him tightly, head falling back as you mewl a high pitched, âs-suguâc-canâtâŚâs too muchââ
âyou can take it, pretty,â he hums, âknow you can. youâre too precious not to, right?â
itâs messyâitâs downright filthy, in fact, the way his cum and your slick mix and drip along your inner thighs, making a mess on satoruâs chair. you pant as your pussy pulses around him before coming down from your high, falling slack in his arms against his chest as he chuckles and presses a kiss to your jaw.Â
âfuck,â he breathes, âyouâre something else. whoâd have thought my favorite little student from a previous semester could do all that?â
âisnât she a dime?â satoru chuckles proudly, reaching for the corner of your mouth with his thumb, collecting a stray drop of cum and pushing it back past your lips and onto your tongue, humming approvingly as you swallow. âprecious, isnât she?â
âof course,â suguru nods, with a grin, leaning to peck your shoulder, âso, tell me. which professor would you take again?â
satoru purses his lips as he glares. âthis isnât rate my professor, suguru. and donât get used to thiââ
âwell,â you hum, interrupting as you bat your lashes sweetly at both of them, âwhy i canât just take both of you again?â
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â pairing. oscar piastri x verstappen!reader
â summary. falling in love has never been on your radar, but when the cute, quiet guy finds his place in your heart, you try to cherish the rare, yet beautifully domestic moments. that is, until you hit the four years together mark and realise that your family probably doesnât know.
GROWING UP YOU WERE CONVINCED BY THE circumstances that being loved must be earned. you had never put any thought into that â it was just the things were, at least thatâs how you were brought up. if you did something your parents didnât like, you were given a cold shoulder and â from time to time â a silent treatment. as a teenager, you came up with a⌠pretty saddening conclusion that love wasnât worth it in the end, so you simply avoided any kind of romantic relationships.
to be completely honest, it wasnât a hard task. all you ever wanted since you entered the awkward phase of your life, when you could make your own decisions, one of which was leaving your household as soon as it was only possible.
you had departed from your home around the age of fourteen, after lots of begging to let you study abroad had taken place. you were the youngest out of the three. your brother was already in formula one, when you were wearing a plaid skirt, a merlot blazer with the schoolâs logo, a matching necktie and a few more things that made max and victoria call you a posh, british girl. you didnât mind it, you were glad to be out of the house, slightly distancing yourself from your family overtime.
the day you met oscar took place on the day of your eighteenth birthday. you and some friends had gone out to celebrate not only your birthday, but also your acceptance to the kingâs college in london, giving you an opportunity to pursue your dreams of becoming a doctor. you were yet to tell your family about it, having lied to them about the date, wanting to have this moment to yourself.
you went out to a few bars before ending up in a club as the girls secretly wanted you to find a guy to go home with, since the last year and a half you had been constantly overworking yourself to get into your dream university, (âyou got the school in the bag, now get some lad to relieve the pressureâ).
oscar had been racing in formula renault at the time, but ever since you left the netherlands, racing hadnât been on your mind for a long time â it probably should, considering your big brother was two points behind kimi räikkĂśnen last season, however you had a feeling as if racing was the reason you were so disconnected from your family. your dad was racing in formula one, your mom was karting, your brother has been racing in formula one as well, and your sister shared the interest, while the love for partaking in the sport never appeared in your heart.
your chest was slightly pressed against the countertop, smiling at the bartender with a drunken look in your eyes, while he was preparing your umpteenth jägerbomb. jesus christ, you really needed that break. the alcohol running through your veins was really hitting you already as your body couldnât stay still even for a second â your hips swaying to the beat. that was until you looked around the place and your eyes landed on a boy your age. he was wearing a white, printless t-shirt that clung to his body, turning your quick look-around into a staring situation.
if sober, your thoughts would stay where they should â in your mind, however⌠you were far from being sober. the proper social etiquette you were taught over the years at your boarding school were long forgotten as you shamelessly ogled the boy. he was simply gorgeous, breathtaking some would say.
âgals, i think i just saw an angel sent from heaven just for me.â you announced, your tone causing your friends to chuckle in amusement. you sound like a person who thought they just invented a cure for cancer. âi need to throw myself at him.â
âoh my god.â aliyah, your roommate from school, laughed, throwing her head back. it was hilariously unexpected to hear you say a thing like that â the girls have heard you talk about the boys you had hooked up with before, even intoxicated, but never this. you had never been so⌠so not-you. âthis-this is the funniest thing, like, ever.â
âwhich one?â inaya scrunched her brows as she looked around, searching for a guy who could fit her imagination of a guy you would call an angel. she groaned in disappointment, once you discreetly pointed in oscarâs direction. âa white guy? seriously, yn?â
âi canât help it.â you muttered, your shoulders slumping as the alcohol intensified every single emotion you have felt during the night. âi wish he would have my baby. or like a thousand of them.â your sighed, dropping your hand to your stomach, while one of the girls bursted out laughing at the absurdity of your words.
inaya could easily recall the day before your acceptance letter came in and your speech to the group chat about romantic attraction, relationships, kids, and commitment, concluded with confidence (âiâm gonna be that one, successful aunt that hates kids, but not that one niece.â).
âthey would look cute together, though.â priya giggled, stealing glances at your boy, as if she wanted to hit on him, too. then, the thought of priya with your boy disappeared from your mind at the image of your best friend and her long-time boyfriend. right, she and james had been together for the longest time. âyou should shoot yourââ the universe was not having the girl speak, because a guy, seemingly confident, approached your table.
âhey, i hope youâre having a good evening.â he started in a nice tone, the girl beside you â the last of the four, ciara, seemed to melt against your shoulder, looking at the boy with heart eyes. âsorry to bother you, girls. my friend, that one over there, thinks youâre really gorgeous and would love to get your number, but heâs a bit shy.â he joked, having pointed to oscar, turning the second part of his monologue to you.
before any of you couldâve responded to him, a guy â the same one you called an angel â walked up to the six of you, groaning when he realised that his friend already had done what he threatened to do. âjesus, arthur.â the blonde ran a hand over his face, groaning in exasperation.
âiâm so sorry for him.â he let out a small sigh. âi told him not to bother you, but heâs like a toddler.â he tried to explain, earning a few quiet chuckles from all of you.
âah, thereâs nothing to be sorry for.â priya grinned. âyou two look like you havenât had a drop of alcohol yet, maybe wanna join us?â
oscar wanted to refuse, out of courtesy â he didnât really care about the embarrassment brought upon him by the monegasque, although the look on your face was making his heartbeat quicken. heâd never felt like this before, it was crazy. he just saw you for the first time and his mind was filled to the brim with small ideas to impress you that were supposed to be shoved away as he opened his mouth to politely refuse the invitation. arthur, however, had different plans and sat next to the ginger haired girl, who quickly engulfed him in a conversation.
looking at him so up close was almost a life-altering experience. for the first fifteen minutes you had to remind yourself to breathe, so enamoured with the boy sitting next to you. after that period, you got even more entranced with oscar. once he started his small conversation with you, you couldnât help but hang onto every single word that left his lips.
youâve never felt like this before, so interested in what a boy had to say to you. you forgot about the detail that, if it wasnât a joke, oscar thought you were gorgeous and loved to have your number. the conversation with him was easy, you didnât have to do anything special to prolong it, neither did he. by the time the watch on your phone was showing three in the morning, james had already picked priya, inaya and aliyah up, leaving you and ciara with the two boys. you went out to a club to have fun, drink, and dance a bit, but it all was thrown into oblivion once piastri started a conversation with you.
YOU COULD EASILY RECALL THE MOMENT YOU realised that life without oscar wasnât what youâd ever want. it happened after a few weeks of constant texting, late-night calls and a bit less meetings at his/your place. at the tiniest thought of falling in love with him, your stomach started to hurt, because love wasnât something you believed to have a happy ring to. your parents were divorced and they took it out on you and your siblings, sophie, your mom, wasnât as bad as your dad, though.
oscar knew about your stance towards love, but took it upon himself to change it â and he suprisingly did. there wasnât a thing oscar could do wrong to make you disappointed. despite the hectic schedule he had, you always spent at least ten minutes on the phone to just check in, which was the best part of your day most of the time.
medicine at kingâs was killing you every day to the point, where once oscar was able to visit you, he had always made you something to eat, drew a bath for the two of you and took a nap with you. he never complained. for as long as he remembered, most of his days were fast paced â there were little to no slower moments in his life, so despite your insecurities that he mustâve hated you for being too exhausted to spend time with him, he liked just feeling your presence next to him.
your friends, despite the constant teasing, couldnât be happier for you. you often denied yourself stuff that you probably should experience in life, as a result of growing up in a household where love was conditional. they knew that, it wasnât a rare sight to see you crumble under pressure, before inevitably breaking down in front of them, so seeing you blossoming like that was not only refreshing, but also relieving.
you were starting your fourth year at the university, while oscar was in the middle of his first season of formula one. before the australian, you werenât a fan, yet you couldnât help but bawl your eyes out in pride and happiness, when oscar called you to tell you that he had signed with mclaren.
you had already known about the signing, when oscar came to your shared apartment later, so despite an upcoming test, you spent most of your free afternoon baking him a small cake to show him that his dreams are as important to you as they are to him. you definitely werenât a great baker, but you tried your best and made a small, lemon flavoured cake with a light, orange-ish congratulations, formula one driver on top.
âbaby, iâm home.â your boyfriend called out, entering the apartment as he was taking off his shoes, placing them on a shoe stand. you smiled to yourself at the sound of his voice, head turning to look at him. his hair disheveled, a stubble on his chin, and a slight hint of tiredness in his eyes that seemed to disappear once his gaze fell onto you.
âhey.â you replied as oscar approached you, sneaking his arm around your waist and placing a soft kiss on your lips. âi made you something.â you whispered, tilting your chin to have a better view of his face.
âyeah?â he asked, intrigued. âwhat did you make?â
âi baked a cake.â you nodded, almost as if it was something you did every other day. âbecause my boyfriend is officially a formula one driver. iâm super proud of you, you know? and itâs mclaren, too!â you added, a beam creeping up on your lips, your hands cupping his cheeks as you pressed lots and lots of light kisses against his entire face.
a chuckle rumbled in his throat at your silly display of affection, pulling you closer with ease. âi still canât believe it.â he smiled in between the smooches. âi couldnât have done it without you.â his voice dropped to a whisper laced with sincerity.
âah, this is simply bullshit.â you responded, scrunching your nose. âyouâre a great driver, baby. you wouldâve done it anyway.â you matched the quietness of his tone, bringing your hand to run your fingers through his messy blond hair. âeveryone knows that, especially zak and andreas.â
âyou did help, though.â he muttered, relishing the feeling of your fingers in his hair. âyou keep me sane.â his words earned him a quiet giggle from you. you tilted your head to the side, shaking it lightly, pulling him into a kiss.
it started off slowly and gently, now both of oscarâs arms wrapped around your waist, caging you into his loving embrace. before you knew it, his hands were squeezing your sides, sitting you on the kitchen counter, his body pressing against yours as your lips moved in sync. the pent up stress, pressure and exhaustion slowly dissolving, oscarâs stiff shoulders loosening as your fingers tugged on a strand of his hair.
his tongue has moved past your lips, when you heard a sound, making the two of you pull away from each other in reluctance. oscarâs mom often texted him, when you were either making out on the couch or having sex, almost as if she had a hunch about what the two of you were doing. as a result, you came up with a system that whose phone would go off and interrupt you, the person would have to do something in return for the other one. despite the annoyance of being interrupted, you beamed, knowing that it couldnât be your phone. that was, until you noticed the smirk creeping up on your boyfriendâs face.
ânot mine.â
a loud groan rumbled in your throat, unhappy with the result as oscar passed you your phone from the table. you let out a dutch curse word under your breath, noticing the contactâs name on the notification.
max.
you havenât spoken to your brother since the end of that yearâs season, when you called to congratulate him on his second title. making so much distance between you and your family ever since you were fourteen and in a boarding school was hunting you now. no one from your family knew about your relationship with oscar, despite being together since mid-july 2019. you didnât want to change it, not because you were ashamed of oscar â that, you could never be â but because you were afraid it would ruin everything between the two of you, and deep down inside you, you knew that your heart would shatter into pieces if that ever happened.
oscar understood where you were coming from, he knew how much of an outcast you considered yourself to be as a kid, and how much work you put into getting away from the town you grew up in. he didnât mind that he didnât officially met your blood family, he knew that the friends you went to school with were closer to you and at that time of your life mattered more, so he couldnât complain, knowing that this family accepted and liked him. your mood significantly dropped, oscarâs hand gently squeezing your thigh for some reassurance, nodding silently, a way of saying that you should call your brother back.
some people would say that your boyfriend was the reason behind the poor connection between you and your siblings, but he was actually the one, who often â subconsciously â made you reply to their texts and calls more, or even calling them yourselves to just check in as you often sent gifts to your two nephews and penelope. although you thought that it was too late to repair the relationship with max and victoria, oscar always told you that itâs nonsense (and he was, indeed, right).
âhey, sorry, i was studying. a cardiology exam coming up soon.â you explained as your brother picked up the call, your voice slightly sheepish as you avoided your boyfriendâs look.
âin december?â max asked. âi was calling to ask if youâre coming back for christmas?â
you sighed softly at the question, knowing that your reaction would probably upset your brother, which you didnât want to happen.
âuh.â you started. âiâiâm not sure, yet.â an incoherent mumble came from the other side of the line, as you started to pick on the skin of your bottom lip. âi think i am, but not for too long. i have an early flight on the twenty seventh.â
you could see the smile rising on oscarâs lips upon your answer, you were conflicted whether or not you should go back. you missed your brother, sister and mom, but coming home always resulted in your sour mood and not-too-great memories from each year as you always ended up fighting with your dad over something insignificant that made you come back to london sooner than planned. this time, you were supposed to lay down the boundaries and try to have a good time, before flying to melbourne to spend some time with the piastris.
âit would mean a lot to all of us to see you.â max replied in a gentle tone, not wanting to accidentally guilt trip you into coming. âwe miss spending time with you, yn.â
âi know, iâm sorry.â your voice broke, sadness washing over your body as you ran a hand down your face to stop yourself from getting too upset. itâs your boyfriendâs big day, you shouldnât be crying over your familial situation, when it was such a happy day for him.
âi miss you all too.â you whispered, piastriâs hand gently moved up and down your thigh in a soothing mood, helping you calm down a bit. despite not understanding a thing you said since the conversation was held in dutch, he could tell that you were getting upset and it worried him. âiâm gonna be there, okay?â
DESPITE YOUR MOMâS QUESTION UPON YOUR relationship status during last yearâs christmas, you didnât drop a clue whether or not you were dating someone. you felt secure in your relationship with oscar, you didnât want to jinx it. you started therapy just a few months earlier, but the anxiety to get past this awful feeling of revealing your boyfriend to your family was too much to do yet. you definitely wouldnât do it without him by his side, and not when your father was around.
throughout the months of 2023, your relations with your mom, max, and victoria had improved significantly, which you were grateful for. by may, victoriaâs oldest son, luka, considered you to be his favorite auntie and you really, really liked that feeling.
oscar noticed that you started to come out of your protective shell and he couldnât be prouder of you. it was around summer break, when you decided that this year, youâd break it down to your family, no more avoiding the conversation you dreaded, but before â you would spend the summer break with your boyfriend in melbourne.
oscar, as usually on his days off, was still fast asleep, when you tried to get out of his grip in the morning. his arm had almost caged you to his side, but somehow â after fifteen minutes of trying to come up with an idea to get away without waking him up, you succeeded.
nicole was already seated at the couch with two steaming cups of coffee in front of her, almost as if she was waiting for you, which you knew she was. it was slowly becoming a little tradition you had with your boyfriendâs mom, you two would sit on the couch in their living room, casually chatting about something, while a movie played on the television in the background to your chatter.
âoscarâs still asleep, love?â she asked in a soft, yet chirpy tone as she noticed you walking down the stairs. your hair was still a bit messy, but nevertheless you looked gorgeous.
âyeah.â a chuckle escaped your lips as you took a seat next to her, taking the mug into your hands. âwe stayed up watching a movie last night, apparently i had missed out on the magnificence of david fincherâs filmography.â nicole giggled, shaking her head.
âah, yes. weâve been through that, too.â she smiled, taking a sip of her coffee. âso, iâve heard from hattie that youâre planning on going to suzuka with oscar. thatâs, hm⌠how did she call it? a hard launch, right?â you smiled softly, nodding your head at her question.
throughout your entire relationship with the oldest piastriâs kid, you have been to few races, most of them being his formula renault and three ones, when the schedule didnât overlap with any of your exams. during his first season in formula one, you were only at silverstone, but as a guest of max, making your first appearance in paddock since you were a baby. this time, youâd be there not as max verstappenâs younger sister, dressed in a red-bull jacket with your brotherâs number on the back, but as oscar piastriâs girlfriend.
âthatâs true, iâm really excited.â nicoleâs warm smile upon hearing your response made you feel even more sure that you were making a good decision. âitâs gonna be my last year at kingâs, and i really hope iâll be able to come to more races to support him. i donât want oscar to feel like i donât care about his dreams or achievements.â
âiâm sure he doesnât feel like that, love.â she reassured, reaching out to squeeze your hand with a slight nod. âyou still havenât told your family, have you?â nicole asked, her head tilted to the side in curiosity and empathy.
she was aware of your bumpy relationship with your family, so it wasnât a surprise sheâd asked that. you feared that oscarâs relatives would think you didnât take him seriously, and even if they did, they never showed it.
âi want to.â you spoke quietly, having taken a sip of the drink in your hands. âitâs been going on for too long and iâm fully aware of that. i canât see myself without your son, heâs⌠heâs probably the, uh, the best thing that ever happened to me.â the genuineness of your words was painfully evident. âi just want them to see that, i wouldnât be the person i am without him. iâm also just⌠a bit scared of their reaction. i donât want to hurt them.â
âiâm gonna be frank with you, love. i think they will be slightly hurt that you havenât told them about oscar earlier.â nicole started, giving you a look full of compassion. âbut you did say that they werenât insisting on staying in touch with you as much as they do now, your relationship hasnât been as good as it is right now, so after the initial shock, i think theyâre gonna understand why you havenât told them earlier.â
âthank you for saying that, nicole.â you replied softly, smiling at her with gratitude. âit gives me a bit of hope that things wonât go so bad.â
oscar got down an hour or so later, looking like he had just woken up, what was probably the truth. youâve had a hunch that he wouldâve woken soon, so you started preparing something for him to eat before he had to head out for his usual jog (which he skipped yesterday). his arms sneaked around your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, while nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck.
you giggled at the sensation of his light stubble against your skin, when he pressed a few lazy kisses along your neck. âgâmorning, baby.â he muttered, his voice still having that rought, just-woken-up ring to it. his slightly cold hands moved beneath your shirt, gently caressing your stomach, causing you to shiver at the contact. âwhat dâyou gossip about with mom today?â he asked, continuing with his antics.
âah, just stuff, love.â you replied, nicoleâs petnames rubbing off on you. âedie with a friend will stay at ours before the summer break ends.â you mentioned his younger sisterâs plan to come see london and all you got in a response was a soft hum.
âcool, cool.â oscar mumbled a few seconds later, teeth grazing the sensitive spot on your neck, making you bit back a moan. the corners of his mouth turned into a smirk at your reaction.
âah, fuck off, lad.â a giggle escaped your lips as you turned to face him, having finished preparing some scrambled eggs for the two of you. âgo eat, i promised max iâd call him.â after oscar stole a sweet and slow kiss from you, he sat down at the table, shamelessly watching you as you called your brother.
he knew that the situation was better, but he wanted to notice the tiny changes in your expression to comfort you within seconds. he probably wouldnât understand too much of what youâd say, but before the season started, heâs began thinking about putting a ring on your finger one day, and proposing in dutch sounded like a good idea, so⌠he started learning on his own, just to be able to surprise you, but also show your family that he cared about the possible language barrier.
âhey, penelope.â you smiled as the four years old girl greeted you after picking up maxâs phone. âcould you please give me max?â from what youâve known, max and kelly went to see her family in brazil, so hearing that p wasnât asleep, wasnât a surprise.
you couldâve heared ruffling on the other side of the call, before your brotherâs voice rang in your ears. âsorry, i was outside.â he apologised. âp said you wanted to talk, everything alright?â
âyeah, everythingâs alright.â you smiled at the hint of concern in his voice. âjust wanted to ask when youâre flying back to monaco.â you asked, trying to sound as casual as possible.
âah, around next week, i think. not sure though, why?â
âjust⌠uh,â you looked over at oscar and smiled to yourself. âi just wanted you to meet someone. think you could make a quick stop in london before monaco?â
you couldâve heard max stiffle a small gasp and it made you want to laugh. they thought youâd never find someone, didnât they? after looking at your nails, you turned your gaze to oscar, whose eyes were still watching you carefully. it was so endearing to see your boyfriend like that, so protective over you. you knew you made a good choice of not pushing him away, oscar must be your soulmate, thereâs no other way. you sent him a small wink as you awaited maxâs reply.
âsomeone?â he repeated the word. âas in friend? a boyfriend? god, i never thought iâd live to that day. heâs not fifty or something, right?â this time, you couldnât hold back the laugh. piastri smiled at the reaction, actually relieved that you werenât getting upset. heâs never seen you talk to jos, but he knew if that happened on his watch, the entire evening, day or week would be spend on comforting the shit out of you.
âwhat? no, jesus, youâre quite ridiculous.â you shook your head, a smile still present on your lips. âheâs my age, you idiot.â you rolled your eyes playfully, despite max couldnât see you.
âbut heâs good for you?â max asked for reassurance that you werenât getting into a relationship, which would end up hurting you more than anything else. âhe doesnât hurt you, or anything? and youâre sure heâs your age? that doesnât go well with your daddy issues.â
âiâm gonna pretend like i didnât hear that last bit.â you joked, sitting down at the table next to oscar, taking his hand in his, intertwining your fingers together. âheâs super good for me. wouldnât trade it for anything.â
the reasoning behind telling max before the summer break would end was simple, you didnât want the information to mess with his performance, but also so he wouldnât try and run your boyfriend off the track, or crash into him in a rush of emotions.
âalright, tell him to better treat my sister right or iâll run him over with my car.â
OSCAR WAS TRYING TO CALM YOU DOWN AS YOU paced around your shared apartment, a few days after the conversation you had with your brother. your brother, who was on his way from the heathrow airport to your home.
âbaby, itâs gonâ be alright.â he whispered, leaning close to your ear as he cupped your face in his hands, having brushing his nose against yours a few times affectionately. âmax wonât sacrifice his relationship with you, solely because you havenât told him about us. heâs gonna have to understand, alright? donât stress out.â his thumb moved against the skin of your cheeks, planting a kiss on your forehead.
âyou think so?â you asked, meeting his gaze as a small pout appeared on your lips.
âi know so, baby.â he soothed, trying to put your mind at ease, remembering how much hassle the situation had put on your shoulders, having heard you empty your stomach in the morning, when your phone went off once max had texted you that they have just arrived in london.
fourty minutes later, oscar was calling the security guard to let max, kelly, and penelope inside the building. the australian went back to the living room as you had planned beforehand, when you agreed on inviting them to your apartment.
âauntie yn!â penelope smiled, throwing herself at you. you swiftly picked her up, masking the shakiness of your hands. âmaxie said you have a boyfrieeeend.â she singsonged with a beam on her face. you could swear to god that in that moment youâd heard the faint sound of oscarâs laughter.
âmax.â you gave your brother a look, while he just shrugged unbashedly. âwhat? itâs true isnât it? where is that brit of yours?â
âheâs not british.â this time, max gave you a look that said he was confused, while you just shrugged, waving your hand at the three of them, before leading them to the living room. penelope noticed oscar first and murmured to you that he looked really pretty, a warm sensation spreading in your stomach, when the pretty boy smiled at you. the oldest verstappen might get angry or feel hurt, but at the end of the day, no one could do anything to break the two of you apart. youâd chain yourself to the aussie if it was necessary.
âwhaâ oscar?â maxâs mouth fell agape as he took in the sight of your boyfriend, who gave him a tiny, sheepish smile. âhold on a second, what?â he repeated, puting a strong emphasis on the last word.
you werenât sure if it was inappropriate for you to scoot a bit closer to your boyfriend, leaning against his side as your older brother tried to stomach the fact that the reason behind your often trips to australia was his on-track rival.
âbut you were with kelly at the silverstone, not leaving her side at all?â his confusion was messing with your anxiety and you had to do your best to stiffle the laugh bubbling up in your throat.
âyeah, um⌠we didnât met at silverstone.â it was oscarâs time to speak up as the bits of contact between you made him more relaxed. âwe⌠have been already dating back then.â piastri explained calmly, his arm going around your shoulders to bring you even closer.
âso thatâs why you cried!â kelly smiled at you as your cheeks flushed bright red.
silverstone was oscarâs best finish in formula one so far and seeing him end up almost on podium had melted your heart as you broke down in the red-bull garage. when kelly asked you what made you so emotional, you slipped a small lie, saying that it was because max earned another grand slam.
âyou cried?â oscar asked quietly, his heart swelled with love.
âshe had a full on mental breakdown.â piquet joked, your cheeks had turned its color from bright red to crimson. it was nothing to be embarrassed about, you loved your boyfriend with all your heart, you couldnât help but be proud of him for almost every day since you got together. although, he wasnât supposed to know about your little breakdown.
âi didnât know about that.â oscar teased you a little, gently pinching your side.
âwait, because i still donât understand. you were already dating at silverstone, when did you-did you start, then?â the red bull, who â rightfully â couldnât wrap his head around the possibility that what you were doing right now, wasnât a silly prank or tiktok of some sort, and you and oscar were actually together.
you opened your mouth to tell him the range of your anniversary, when oscar, like he was aked about it every other day, responded with; âeleventh of july, 2019.â
âfucking four years?â max asked, his eyes widening at the revelation. âfour years and you didnât tell?â
âi was scared that telling one of you would lead to telling dad, and i didnât want him to say something that would ruin what we have.â your voice dropped insignificantly, oscarâs arm around your body tightening in compassion. âheâs been my rock, i didnât want to risk losing oscar.â
your brotherâs face softened upon hearing the explanation and just smiled. âiâm not taking what i said back. you better treat her right, or iâll run you over with my car â on or off track.â
á°.áęŠ yourname . . . at melbourne! dec 28th, 2026
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yourname met this muppet in a bar after years of not believing in love (definitely not at the first sight), overworking myself and worrying all my friends that if i get into my dream university, iâll have no energy to push forward. took me one glimpse of him (and a jägerbomb) to realise that i need to walk up and talk to him. big thanks to arthur_leclerc for walking up to us and trying to embarrass him.
no one could ever make me as happy as you. not enough words, papers and ink to describe even the quarter of love i have for you, two times world champion. seven years and more to come. thank you for showing me that love can be unconditional and that with you next to me, everything is possible.
(ps. a small sneak peak of one significant bean with us to come through life together xx)
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oscarpiastri happiest seven years of my life. nothing compares to the feeling when iâm with you xx
yourname stop cutting the onions (ááŁá)Ő
inaya66 couldnât be happier for the two of you âšď¸
ciarrrra thats a lot coming from u considering u didnt like oscar
aliyahbilal i wanna be you when i grow up
arthur_leclerc safe to say iâm gonna be the best man?? đ
oscarpiastri donât push it
arthur_leclerc i made you two possible
ciarrrra baby⌠she was on her way to him when u walked up to usâŚ
oscarpiastri so WE kind of made u 2 possible :p
maxverstappen1 stop posting sappy stuff, and get here already bean misses her favorite uncle xx
landonorris yeah n youâre not the one
charles_leclerc boys⌠i have a dog u really think u stand a chance
yourname thatâs really sweet that u think u ever stood a chance with alex, jack, and jamesâŚ
maxverstappen1 over her own blood??
yourname stop shaming my daughter for her choices old guy
sebastianvettel lots of love and happiness to your little family
ciarrrra sign me up for babysitter duty pleaseeee i miss my beanie âšď¸
aliyahbilal nooo me me me need to catch up on those nursery gossips with my bestie!!!
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Your Own Happy Ending
Mouthwashing gang X Reader
AN: Can be read as platonic, and can be implied to be any/multiple characters. Except Jimmy. Fuck you Jimmy
Sum: Enough was enough. Time to get off this stupid Rock
Warnings: 18+, violence, sexual assault, revenge fic, talks about rape, gore, happy ending donât worry, trauma, mouth wash, graphic violence, written by a victim of sexual assault and giving all of us that need to get revenge on our abusers. I see you, guys gals and nonbinary pals. I see you
This had to stop. He was going to just hurt more and more people. There will be more victims. You canât become a victim, you canât have the ones you love be under his hands. No. No one deserved this.
No one except him.
Curly was at deaths door, Anya is going to reach a point of no return in her pregnancy, Daisuke is on the edge of a mental break down, and even Swansea is shattering apart. One bottle of mouthwash at a time.
You didnât know what will happen next. You were crashed in god knows where, but maybe there is a chance of hope. Maybe there is a way to get home. Maybe. Maybe maybe maybe.
The cockpit is full of foam, but who says you canât just cut away at it enough to access a transmitter? Whatâs else is left to do? Not like waiting and praying is helping.
Would explain why Jimmy refused to let anyone have the keys to the pit.
He didnât want his sins to escape.
Youâll make them escape out of his damn body.
There was no way Anya was going to tell you where the gun was. Guess that means youâll need to improvise. Had a ax. A ax can do it, but getting it away from Swansea is going to be troubling. He was keeping it as much for self defense at this point as you would have to.
You needed a weapon.
Your hands couldnât handle it. Jimmy was able to do so much harm already. Anya was most likely not his only victim. Heâs certainly done this before. Meaning he knows how to fight, and get someone pinned under him. There to do whatever he wanted.
You had to get him before he got you.
What else could be a weapon?
A knife? A knife!
You ran into the kitchen, much to the confusion of Swansea and Daisuke, only to start tearing the drawers out. Utensils flying everywhere as you tried to find something. Anything sharp.
To your horror there was no knives.
âHe took all the knivesâŚ.â
You looked over, same for Swansea, as it had been Daisuke who said it.
Daisuke said it.
âThey are all in Curlyâs old room. Since heâs the new captain now he has the ability to lock down that door. No one gets in, and no one gets out. Whatever he wants to hide is there. Noticed him hoarding things there. Was so confusedâŚ..Now Iâm not anymore.â
Swansea looked ready to start swinging his ax at the nearest body of organs. He couldnât believe this was real. That this was some shining bullshit.
This couldnât go on.
âSwan, Daisuke, you guys gotta grab Anya and hide out in the med-bay. Iâll find something. Iâll find something-â You rambled on, before Anya had poked her head in. Seeing Swansea holding Daisuke, and trying to keep that ray of sunshine from finally snapping.
âWhatâs going on?â She would whisper. Ever afraid if she spoke to loud that Jimmy would find her. Find her and do something else. Didnât matter where she was. He was always breathing down her neck. One way or another.
âLittle junior adventurer over there wants to finish the job.â Swansea would grit his teeth, as you still kept hunting down for something. Willing to tear apart cushions. You had to find SOMETHING. Maybe you could break a chair leg, maybe you could use some wires. Maybe maybe maybe-
Thatâs when Anya held your shoulder. Her tired eyes pulled you away from the incoming insanity. Brought you back to reality, and had you listen. Listen for just a moment.
âThis is where the jugular vein is-â She begun, as she pointed to her neck. Then started to name off more vital arteries, before pulling a scalpel from her pocket. Into your hands they went, as she kept listing off every vital vein possible. Weak points every body had.
Even a man like him.
âLast I saw him he was exploring the lower decks. PleaseâŚ..Just make it quick.â As much as she hated him, she just could only bring herself to be only so cold. She could never be as cruel as Jimmy. To wish death onto someone. Never would she.
Thatâs what made her forever better than him.
âCome on, kid. You ainât gonna wanna see this. Get over here, Anya. Come on. Letâs go have a sleepover with Captain Curly.â He would motion her over, and she would snuggle under his arm. The two safe in his arms, as he would walk them to the med-bay.
Was wise for him to keep the ax. That thing was what kept Jimmy from doing his own finishing of the job. You canât over power him. No you canât. There was also the fact Anya made sure to keep the gun hidden. You wouldnât deny the idea it was in the med-bay somewhere. Just more protection if anything.
Theyâll be safe. If you didnât make it, at least youâll make sure Jimmy is too weak to try anything more to hurt them. Weak enough for someone else to finish the job. What mattered now was them staying away until the job was done, and for you to figure out what to do next.
You needed that damn key.
You would stuff your hands in your pockets, grip tight on the scalpel, and started walking. Walking, thinking, listening. Eyes glued to anything that could offer an opportunity to be jumped. You had to be vigilant.
As you walked you would notice the door that was once Curlyâs. How Jimmy didnât deserve the luxury of what a Captain gets. Made you wonder what else he was also hoarding in that room. Maybe he was hoarding resources that should have been shared with the rest of you. There could be the slimmest chance that he was hiding away a transmitter even. Not having the guts to destroy it, and maybe even as far as to what for the rest of them to kill each other before he called for help.
That coward.
You had to get his keys. You needed those keys for those you love. They deserved to live. YOU deserved to live. No way in hell will Jimmy keep getting away with this. Never again. Never more.
Your nerves were getting tighter and tighter now. Even the sound of your own heart beat was painfully loud in your head. The sweat on your skin, the itch of your skin being too tight, the pounding of drums, the feeling of air pushing at your ribcage. So much as your eyes blinking was to loud.
Everything was to loud.
Thatâs when a bang of metal hitting metal alerted you. You spun around, and was just met with nothing. Just an empty, dark, hallway. No source of the noise. Maybe there was none to begin with. Just your nerves.
âDeep breaths. Deep breaths. You know you have to do this. There is no other option. You can do this. For Anya, for Daisuke, and for Swansea.â
A wipe to your brow and you returned to hunting him down.
Felt like an eternity. Just endless hallways in red lights of emergency. Hallways blocked off by foam. Was a scarlet bouncy castle of horror. Never did the ship feel so endless yet so tight. Maybe the ship itself was breathing to.
Never did you think you would be happy to see his ugly face.
He was down in the lower decks, seeming to be trying to access a door that Swansea had managed to block off. Swansea was stronger than he looked, and was a mechanic no less. Jerry rigged a makeshift lock for the door. If you recall correctly that was where the cryo-sleep pods were. He had been working to try and fix them up, but you doubt they survived. Guess itâs better to pretend you are doing something useful than do nothing at all.
âHey Jim, whatcha doing?â You tried your best to act casual, as you watched him trying to get the lock off. A mixture of locking mechanics and bent metal that kept things in place. Jimmy just didnât have the body weight to unbend them. Who ever said being fat wasnât useful?
âTrying to get into this damn room. Be useful and help me, wonât you?â He grumbled, as he kept trying to pull the metal.
This was your chance.
This almost felt to perfect. He was distracted, hyper focused on something, and was crouching. You would have the upper hand. You can pull this off. You just had to fight your nerves.
âYeah yeah yeah. Iâm coming.â You would say, as you would walk closer to him. Flashes crossed your vision with each step. Was like blurs of a shadow puppet show. Visions of his talle outline pinning Anya to the ground, another of him pinning Daisuke to a wall. Even Swansea wasnât free from the concept of being pinned to a surface and abused.
No one was safe with Jimmy still around.
You would soon be standing behind him, as he focused on the lock. He was right there. You just had to do it. Do what Anya showed you. His neck was exposed. It was right there. You just had to do it.
You pulled your weapon out, and took in a deep breath.
Just as you brought your arm to swing, Jimmy turned around.
Happened in a flash. You made contact with his skin, but it was his cheek instead. He would tumble over, and was quick to kick your legs out from under you. Had you slam your back to the ground. Knocked the wind out of you.
âI fucking KNEW IT-! YOU GOD DAMN BITCH-!â Was like he wasnât even human anymore. Just as much of an animal on the outside as he was on the inside. You had to run. You had to get out of there. You fucked up your perfect chance. Your messed up and heâs going to remind you that you did.
You attempted to get up, but Jimmy was just that much faster than you. Your ankle was grabbed, and he was yanking you closer. You couldnât stop yourself from screaming, as he would try and pry the medical tool from you.
âGET OFF OF ME YOU RAPIST PIECE OF SHIT-!â You nearly sobbed, as he stared down at you. Your wrists pinned above your head, as he just gawked at you. Was like he never even heard the word before.
âRapist? You think Iâm a fucking rapist? You little fucking bitch. Iâm no such damn thing. What happened between us was nothing of the sort. It was just what happens when someone gets in my way. Reaching your goals isnât a crime. Is it?â He asked you, as you kept struggling under him. Trying to get away.
âFuck. YOU-!â And you slammed your face into his. Gave you a blinding headache instantly, but the shock of contact was enough to make him let go. You were soon crawling, and now running, away.
âIM GOING TO KILL YOU! IM GOING TO KILL ALL OF YOU LIKE IVE BEEN TRYING TO DO WITH CRASHING THIS STUPID SHIP!â His voice echoed like the demon from hell he was.
You never thought such fear like this could be in your body.
Your vision was a blurry mess from the head bang, but you just used the walls to offer you guidance. To try and find a place to breathe, and wait. To try again. You wonât give up. You refused to give up.
âCOME BACK HERE-! YOU CANT RUN FOREVER! THERES NOWHERE ELSE FOR YOU TO GO-!â He would threaten you. His voice just seeming to be coming from everywhere. Was like he was inside of your own head. Like he was all of your insecurities crawling through your skull, and turning your brain into a mushy puddle of doubt and fear.
You still kept going.
You would find yourself back into the dinning hall, and took your chance in hiding in the kitchen area. Ducking down and hiding yourself by the elevated counters. If he kept running he shouldnât notice you.
You would hold your knees, recollect yourself, and breathed.
The echoes of his running foot steps were like alarm bells in your ears. To hear them get closer, more distant, then closer again. Clearly having lost where you went, but still keeping up chance. How did he have so much energy? He must have been indeed hoarding resources. No way should someone surviving off mouthwash have this much stamina.
Your confused thoughts were cut short by the quickening pace of the foot steps. From banging on metal to proper flooring. He had entered the kitchen. He was breathing hard, and just boiling in anger.
âWhereâs that fucking bitch? Where did that fucker go?â He would pant, as you would hear something sharp run over the counter marble. Must have grabbed a knife from his bedroom. Maybe that meant he left the door unlocked as well.
That could be your chance to get a proper weapon.
You just had to wait. Wait and pray he didnât look over the counter.
You couldnât tell where he was looking, but you needed to risk it. You would grab for one of the spoons off the ground, and threw it as far as you could. Into the hallway to the next part of the ship. You managed to get enough distance. The sound of metal hitting on the grates was loud. You swore you could feel the head thwip of Jimmy turning towards it.
âFound you-!â He shouted cockily, as he ran into that direction.
âDumbass.â You muttered, as you soon ran the opposite way. Trying to find his room before he realized he was had.
You even went as far as to take off your shoes, so your feet made much less noise. Harder to be tracked and followed. Never did you think listening to Daisuke ramble about horror movie logic would come in handy. Gave some weird morbid hope that maybe Anya will be a final girl and make it out of here alive.
You would hear the foot steps echoing around you, as you tried to stalk quieter towards the dorm hallways. Was so hard to make out where they were going and coming from. The distant shouts of annoyance werenât helping either. Was just making you more aware of your own mortality.
Luckily you managed to find the door. He snuck inside, and closed the door. Maybe he would think he locked it behind himself and not even think of checking in there. Maybe he was dumb enough to be fooled.
When in the room you couldnât help but be disgusted by the sight. He really was hoarding food! The knives were also laid all out on his desk. Organized like he was planning to use them. There was also a trans communicator. Just as you thought there was. You thought it was suspicious there wasnât a means to transfer information in case of an emergency. Even Pony Express had to have THAT. Suppose believing it was just consumed by foam was easier. Maybe it was and he dug it out himself.
No matter. You had hope.
You quickly grab the device, and turned it on. By god it WORKED!
âHello? Hello?! This is the Tulpar for The Pony Express! Weâve been crash landed for months! Pony express has laid us off and hasnât sent any rescue by proxy! Can you hear me?!â You couldnât help but shout, as the transmitter would crackle.
âWe read you loud and clear. How many are on the ship?â You were sobbing. No way. Someone was actually hearing you!
âFive! We have five people here! One in critical condition! Captain Curly! Heâs alive! Alive but having suffered the most from the crash. We are running lower on medical supplies, we have very little food, weâve been drinking fucking mouth wash to survive!â You weeped, as the person on the other end was taking in the information.
You said five for a reason.
âKeep on the line with us as we track your signal. Are you in any immediate danger?â The person asked.
âYES YOU ARE-!â Jimmy would shout behind you, before stabbing you right in your shoulder. You screamed bloody murder, as the person on the line gasped. Despite the pain, you were keeping your grip on the communicator. You werenât letting go. No you fucking WONT.
âSTUBBORN BITCH-!â He shouted at you, as you used your body to protect that communicator with all your body and life. You didnât care if he was going to kill you now. You were getting everyone home. You were and you fufilled your mission.
âJust get it over with already you coward! How many people did you rape?! Huh?! Was Anya the first?! Like hell! Sheâs your most recent! Was Daisuke next?! Was I next?!â You called out, as you had nothing to lose anymore. You were going down with your own ship, unlike him.
âIf you have to know, Anya wasnât my last at least. She really thought leaving me alone with Curly was smart. Dumb whore-â He would yank out the knife, making you bleed and scream. The hot searing pain was just beyond words. You were seeing stars, and not the kind you wanted.
âWas figuring how many I could get away with. Didnât think she would actually tell anyone. Didnât think much about her at all. Guess you live and learn. You live and l-â
Bang.
Silence.
Silence, the crackle of a communicator, and the ever breathing ship.
With a thud to the ground you were able to finally gain some vision to look over. Over to see Jimmy was dead on the ground, with a bullet hole through his forehead. Those terrifying eyes were now glsssy and empty. Looked almost relaxed. The only time he seemed to rest.
He was dead.
Your vision was blurring, and noise around you was muffled. All you could hear was muffled noise. Was like you were underwater. Your vision was starting to blur again as well. Couldnât make out shapes.
You thought you saw someone with black hair above you. Seeming to grab something and speak into it. Was there something yellow to? Yellow and shaking you? There was also this almost pinkish blur as well. Came to you, and you swore you heard someone saying âyouâre a heroâ before it all went to black.
One Month After The Call.
âMorning sunshine.â
You would groan, as you rubbed at your eyes. What happened? Was it all some bad dream? Where were you? This place didnât look like the med-bay. Was so clean and white. There were windows too. Holy shit was that daylight? REAL daylight?
âOver here.â
You turned your head, and you saw him. Captain Curly. Looked so much better than when you last recalled him. His skin wasnât as red, proper bandages were on him, and his lips even seemed to be healing back. Skin graphs? Was still laying in a bed, but far more cared for. Proper bedding, clean, IV bags, andâŚWaitâŚ..Did he speak?!
âBeen out a while. Donât worry not much to catch you up on. You kinda went into a medical coma, from what Anya tried to explain to me. Everyone agreed to put you in the Cryo-Pod until help arrived. Was the only way to keep us both alive. All the resources had to go to me, sorry about that, so they had to pretty much freeze you in time. Big Swan had managed to make it function enough to work until the rescue team came for us. Welcome to the land of the living, hero.â
Even with his messed up complexion, and voice so hoarse you thought he himself was speaking through a communicator, you smiled. A hero huh? Wait. That meantâŚ.
âDid Anya pull the trigger?â You asked, with your own voice rasp from lack of use.
âYeah. Yeah she did. We heard you screaming and she justâŚ.Couldnât let you be his next victim. You gave her some bravery. I already knew she was brave, but damn. Who needs a Captain when you have her?â His laughter was painful, but you knew it was worth it.
âHowâs everyone else?â
âAnya has been working with staff here. They took her in to be a doctor with them when they saw that the likes of me was still alive and functional. They really didnât want to lose someone as smart as her. Daisuke has been glued here as much as us-â He would weakly raise his arm, whatâs left anyway, towards the sleeping solider. Curled up on a spare cot that was brought in for him. The staff having been understanding that he deserved to be around you both. His parents most likely were the ones to bring in all the video games for him to play with and show Curly as well. Even after so much he was still taking care of the ones he loved.
âSwansea?â You worried the most, since you wondered where he could be.
âSueing the ever living fuck out of Pony Express for whatever damn dime they have left. Daisukeâs parents, and him, have been at the forefront on it all. He will come visit us soon. Get some rest, sunshine. Youâve earned it.â But you couldnât help but worry. A worry that one person wasnât accounted for.
âHeâs dead. I do mean dead dead. By the time help arrived he had already well started decomposing. Swansea even went the extra mile and cut his head off from his body. Kinda overkill, but heyâŚ.Canât take risks with monsters. Right?â You nodded at that, as you were able to rest.
No more Jimmy.
No more space ships.
Time to finally be a princess and get your beauty sleep.
âSleep well, sunshine.â
âYou to, Captain.â
A deep breath in of that sterilized air, fresh cut grass, and clean cotton.
You were free.
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TWST PARENTS! Howl, Zigvolt and Viper!!
â ď¸â ď¸First of all, I must warn you that these designs may change in the future, either because the game presented us with the official designs, or just because I really wanted to change... Or I could reuse these designs for these characters!â ď¸â ď¸ Given that warning...
Guys, gals, and non-binary pals. I present to you, the Howl, Zigvolt, and Viper families!
The Howl family, a close-knit and unique family in a way. Whether it's because of their personalities that always seem to clash but at the same time get along so easily.... Or because the children always seem to get into some adventure that may or may not be dangerous. Even Jack has a history of always getting into trouble as a child, something that he tries to prevent from happening to his younger siblings (and ends up failing a few times). Jack's family is extremely welcoming to travelers who visit Shaftland!... Or rather, Jack's mother is the most welcoming and charismatic of the small family nucleus, always appearing to be in a good mood, and is a peacemaker whenever things start to get out of hand. Jack's father is extremely suspicious of anyone outside the family, a typical lone wolf personality (something that Jack ended up inheriting), but he also ends up being the one who spoils his children the most... Okay, so Jack is no longer a little kid, but that won't stop him! He is also the one who ends up dealing most easily with his children's crises, especially Jack's younger brother, who now seems to be in a rebellious phase, and his younger sister who wants to be closer to her siblings... Sometimes it is complicated, but it is good that he has a loving wife who is by his side to help him.
Ah yes, the Zigvolt family⌠Now that's a family that always seems to be involved in something unbelievable. We don't even need to comment on the scandal that occurred when Sebek's mother decided to marry a human, nothing that would really change the young Zigvolt's mind, or even the shock when Baul's wife was the first to bless the couple's union! No one expected a fae like her to be the first to defend the couple, but those close to her already suspected that she had an affection for humans. After all, she also demanded that Lilia share the stories of his travels, whether in person or by letter (how she found out where he was is a mystery to this day)⌠Also, she was the one who helped Baul be less⌠extreme, against them, in a way. The wedding was a big event that caught the attention of many people in the kingdom, much to Baul's dismay, who wanted it to be something more private, just between family and a few close friends⌠But he couldn't hold back the tears when he saw his daughter's happiness. Sebek and his siblings ended up spending a lot of time with their grandparents, and with that, the olderbrother and sister ended up inheriting a bit of their grandmother's playful and bold personality. And whenever they can, they end up teasing the youngest in different ways, saying that he is too serious for his age, or that he has to quickly get out of this rebellious phase against his own father (nothing extremely serious, they just do this so that their brother can enjoy this new phase of his life).
The Vipers have a complicated history... Mrs. Viper was born and raised within the walls of the Asim mansion, so a lot of the things she was taught ended up, in one way or another, affecting her relationship with her children. She loves them more than anything in the world but... Some teachings are too hard to forget. Mr. Viper has worked at the Asim mansion since childhood, and ended up getting close to and falling in love with the young Viper and, despite all her warnings, he decided to get married and carry the burden of the Viper name alongside his beloved. Promising himself that he would do everything to bring some happiness to his children and his wife. The dance was something that Mrs. Viper insisted on becoming a family tradition, whether on special occasions like birthdays or as a way to help everyone understand and express themselves. Mr. Viper created a small tradition of doing everyone's hair almost every day, were to teach his children how to do more elaborate hairstyles,to talk about everything or nothing to relax or whether to comfort them after a hard day⌠Even in difficult times, the Viper family is very loyal to themselves, always looking out for each other's safety even if it costs them their own, whether in a direct or indirect way.
AND MORE FAMILIES DONE!! And I'm still going to draw pictures of other members of the TWST families, so please bear with me a little⌠I'm going as fast as I can! đ
I took a long time with the designs again and I got carried away with the drawingsâŚđ
And... Can you tell I'm not good at creating clothes? Anyway! I hope you enjoy them, and feel free to share your headcanons! <3
#twst#twisted wonderland#twst parents#jack howl#twst jack howl#sebek zigvolt#twst sebek zigvolt#jamil viper#twst jamil viper#najma viper#twst najma viper#baul zigvolt#baur zigvolt#!kah art#WELL HELLO MORE TWST FAMILIES#Hope you like them :D#im dead#i did to mUCH DRAWINGS HOLY MOLY#Please ignore the Howl family sweater prints#I didn't know what to put there
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New Girl Pt. 2 || GR63
â summary: george has a new nonfamous partner who the fans absolutely adore
â pairing: george russell x nonfamous!reader
â fc & warnings: none
â requested: had a few people ask for a part 2 on this one so here it is!!
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georgerussell63: my bad everyone. yes, itâs true - lando and y/n did beat alex and i in padel
alex_albon: @.georgerussell63 noooo whyâd you sell us out like that
user16: i wanna take a bite out of his thigh
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user7: a working gal ok i see you y/n
yourbff: great first story y/n/n
ynuser: thanks bestie ,, just wait till you see my first post
yourbff: iâm glad youâre finally leaving the stone ages and joining us on social media đ¤
ynuser: lmfao you know i hate attention like this
yourbff: then you fell in love with the wrong man đđ
ynuser: i did not - heâs perfect!! i just have to get used to it. working on âcoming out of my shellâ as they say đŤ
yourbff: you and your shy self are perfect the way you are!!
georgerussell63: yes you are doing it right my gorgeous girl
ynuser: thank you đĽš
ynuser: also your fans are quick i never thought id be perceived like this on the internet đŤŁ
georgerussell63: hahah yeah they are. iâm sorry if itâs overwhelming darling
ynuser: seems it comes with the territory!! alexandra and lily been giving me some tips so donât worry about me
georgerussell63: glad you have them!! donât let the fame go to your head đ
ynuser: HA i am not famous please donât say that đ
landonorris: oh some quality content
ynuser: thanks lando
mercedesamgf1: welcome to instagram y/n! looking forward to seeing you in singapore!
ynuser: wow thanks mercedes!
user8: you are so normal and i absolutely love it
user10: youâre giving all us fans hope
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user10: stop you making bracelets and handing them out was the cutest thing iâve ever seen
user11: you might be my favorite wag to ever exist ,, what do you mean you made bracelets to trade đ
georgerussell63: blimey you are so adorable
ynuser: so are you!!
georgerussell63: how did i get so lucky?
ynuser: georgie 𼚠im the lucky one
georgerussell63: iâm definitely the lucky one. youâve changed my life in the best way possible
ynuser: brb sobbing
yourbff: iâm so jealous of your life girl
ynuser: it might all be a dream idk
yourbff: nooo stop
user27: you being so shy and timid yet still taking the time to hand out bracelets with the girlies is true peoples princess behavior
landonorris: thanks for the bracelet! i think it brought me some luck
ynuser: gotta bring george some luck next đ
mercedesamgf1: itâs such a pleasure having you in the paddock đ¤
ynuser: thanks for looking after me admin đ¤
user12: thanks for being so sweet to me and my friend this weekend!! never change y/n!!
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yourbff: absolutely fire first post tho i should have been in it
ynuser: next one you will be dw
user8: the queen has posted everyone stay calm and collected in this comment section
user11: where is that dress from iâm crying itâs so pretty
ynuser: would you believe me if i said tjmaxx?
user11: truly the most iconic answer you could have ever given
user7: you are the blueprint
georgerussell63: your beauty is surreal
ynuser: george russell you are everything
alexandrasaintmleux: stunning đ¤
ynuser: đ¤
user26: starting a y/n fan club as we speak! like this comment to join
user26: NOT GEORGE LIKING HAHAH
user27: thank you for giving us nonfamous shy girlies hope y/n đ
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a/n: thanks for reading!! likes and reblogs appreciated. have a few works in progress that iâm hoping to get out this week. appreciate all of your support đŤśđť
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JULY REC FICS
Hello, my sweets!! I wanted to try something out to provide my full and utter support to all the amazing writers I've come across in the form of monthly rec fics (starting this month). Join me in giving them love through comments and reblogs. It really is a joy to hear how you're doing as a writer. It makes up for all the angst we write lol
I will be going based on what I've read recently and not by the date the fic was posted. And the number of fics will depend on how much I've read the entire month. Also, please respect these writers. Some contents are 18+, so MINORS should not be interacting in any way, especially when the authors themselves specify it.
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Spencer Reid
âż a question unasked by @easy-there-leftovers âł SOOOO ADORABLE. I'm a workaholic craze gal, so it speaks to me on a silly level.
âż missing the happy hormone by @lavenderspence âł I'm a sucker for Spencer fluff this month, what can I say? This fic Tina made had my waterworks going on for about a minute because it's so sweet
âż desk duty by @reiderwriter âł All you have to know is the amount of evil laugh I made while reading this
âż the theory of love by @ophelia-is-complex âł Genuine intimacy is quite a challenge to write, but THIS ONE, this one had me in a sappy mood
âż like nothing matters by @cerisereids âł gagged and had to pause the reading so many times because HELLOâ had me spiraling at work
âż the devils disguise by @qlossytbh âł I said I sobbed a little bit, but I actually cried so much I ended up taking a nap and felt better afterward. It's all fluff, though, don't get me wrong. I'm just very dramatic when the red devil's on the clock
âż not so funny by @reidmania âł Angsty, that made me wanna start a fight with some random twiggy tall guy. Sooooo good!
âż cloaked in passions touch by @raekensluver âł If you don't like Spencer's hands, you're fucking lying to yourself!!!!!
âż language of devotion by @gghostwriter âł I'm in love with reid, and this fic just had me stumbling back onto his lap like a good gal
âż this req response by @mandarinmoons âł Sorry, I'm not sure what the title is, but it's so adorable and got me to go to work, so kind of a lifesaver tbh
âż hallucinate by @gghostwriter âł Oooo, this one was so cute, hehe. Honestly, I lean towards Spencer fluff lately just because I've been too overstimulated with work this past month, so READ THIS ONE ITS CUTE
âż it's golden, like daylight by @dudeitiskarev âł I actually felt like I was reader the entire time I read this. It's well-written and so adorable and something that should be framed in a museum
âż much ado about nothing series by @incognit0slut âł binged it all morning, and I was whipped !!! It's ongoing, so if I have to wait, so does everybody else
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Aaron Hotchner
⌠choiceless hope series by @hotchfiles ⳠThis series had me rolling over my bed on a Saturday. A lot of feelings getting played (mostly mine)
⌠beanstalk by @solardrop ⳠI kid you not; I was giggling like a weirdo when I read it. And that itself deserves the recommendation.
⌠too busy being yours by @hotchfiles ⳠLari knows how to get a sick gal to giggle. I love bau!rossi!reader. I love Rossi as reader's dad, so I enjoyed it more than I thought I would
⌠ignorance by infatuation by @boneblushed ⳠOh, this one was a nice snack while on my break at work. LOVED IT SO MUCH
⌠hungover by @basketonthedoorstepofthefbi ⳠMmmm, such a good read! Plus Jemily is there sooooo
⌠from across the bar by @hotchscoffeecup ⳠEvil laugh ensues. A nice cuppa of some good ole kinky stuff
⌠doomed by @hotchfiles Ⳡguys, I stopped my car in the middle of driving home just to read it, so it's THAT good. Honestly, I strongly encourage everyone to read all of Lari's works! She's my writer crush, if none of you realized it by now
⌠a bunch of cuties in love by @lavenderspence âł hehehehehehe this definitely did not remind me of that one older guy I used to flirt with who had an adorable younger brother that I babysatđ¤
⌠schrodinger's cat by @none-of-your-bullshit Ⳡangst on a Saturday morning is like taking a shot of soju before 11 am, and this one felt like it <3
how about you also comment your top 3 fave fics for this month to spread more love to our great writers?
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It's funny, as I've gotten older, I've found that one way a girl can get on my bad side immediately is misandry
#well he's probably just like that cuz he's a man#taco thoughts#i think its a combo of having great guy friends and also becoming versed in queer theory/rejection of gender essentialism#to be clear there is a big difference between ranting with my gal pals about how shit men treat us sometimes#and girls who just radiate misandry#idk i find they tend to make it their whole personality#this may come across as internalized misogyny but i swear i fucking love girls and i have so many friends who are girls#and i think the level on which we connect is so special#this thought just came up because i met this girl recently who has beef with one of my guy friends (for some reason)#and while im not gonna tell her she has to like him#when she was ranting about him she said something along the lines of#im like... girl#anyway point is fuck misandry all my homies love boys :)
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Idk how to say this in way that doesn't sound insulting, but movies push my ability to suspend disbelief when they have hot young things fall in love with 50-60s Jimmy Stewart
#like if all the girls in the movie are somehow into silver foxes that's pushing it kind of but I'll go along with it#but just liking silver foxes isn't going to make Jimmy Stewart work#and like when he was young sure whatever#I still see plenty of women mooning over young Jimmy Stewart NOW#but like#middle aged and on Jimmy Stewart is your dad#your cool uncle at best#an attractive 20-something gal is NOT going to fall in love with him#this is all because it's the second time I've watched Jimmy Stewart and Kim Novak paired#and I still feel like the heroine's interest might make sense with some other guy much older than her-- but not with Stewart#like they throw a 20-something at Cary Grant and I'm like ethically I'm against how normally this is being treated but it works ok#and then like Grace Kelly in To Catch a Thief feels like she has enough daddy issues that of course she's into him#meanwhile Stewart shows up at the door in Vertigo and it's like your father's sad friend is here#no old man thirst in the world is powerful enough to jump that âhiya pops!â energy#watch me immediately be contradicted by somebody on this site who hasn't hit 30 yet and still dreams of jumping Stewart's avuncular bones
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'what the fuck is wrong with you?'
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{insp by @sturnioz au} fratboy!matt calls smartand'mean'!reader after the fight, telling her she needs to come look after shy!reader, but after she finds out what happened, she lays into fratboy!chris, giving him the reality check he needs.
vibe check: arguing, kinda distressed shy!reader ig, smartand'mean'!reader is a take no shit kinda gal, angsty vibes, lil suggestive at the end
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A/N: idk where this idea came from i just really like the idea of smartand'mean'!reader laying into fratboy!chris and him just firming it bc he knows shes right. PART ONE IS HERE
love and cigs, merc
You burst into the party, frantically searching every room for Matt and your best friend. Matt had called you nearly five minutes ago, telling you that your best friend needed you and that there had been a fight, with little to no explanation after. Of course, you came to them immediately, knowing that Matt wouldn't call you if he really didn't need to.
When you finally found them, they were all in a back room of the party, surrounded by smoke and a crowd of people all fawning over the boys as Matt, Nate and Chris were all spread across a sofa in the back, your best friend curled up on Chris lap as he lazily toked on a canon joint, his knuckles purple and a soft grin on his face as you watched your best friend toy with his shirt.
"hey, angel, you got here quick" Matts voice washed over you as he stood up, placing a battered hand on the small of your waist and pulling you into him.
His hand came up to your face in attempts to pull you into a kiss, but his bloody knuckles caught your attention and you took his hand in yours, brows furrowed at his battered hands.
"Matt, what the fuck happened" you spat, looking up at him, his hand still in yours
"ouch, she called him Matt, y'hear that Chris?" Nate said under his breath, Chris chuckled in response and you shot them both a glaring look.
"Some kids tried to give Chris' girl drugs so, we showed them why that was a bad idea" Matt shrugged, looking at you as if it was such a simple thing.
Your attention was immediately on your best friend, your face riddled with concern. You dropped Matts hand and made your way over to her, pulling her up off Chris' lap and into a hug.
"are you okay? why didn't you call me?" you muttered into her hair before pulling away, surveying her face.
She nodded, "I'm okay, Chris and Matt handled it" she smiled at you, just before looking down to Chris, who shot her a wink.
"how did this happen?" you asked, grabbing her attention again as she sat back down on Chris lap.
"they saw me alone and I guess they thought I was an easy target" she began explaining the events of the night, but was quickly cut off by your annoyed tone.
"you left her alone?" you spat, your annoyance directed at Chris, "what the fuck is wrong with you?" you looked at Chris like he was dirt, glaring at him, he just stared back, his tongue pressed to his cheek.
"oh shit" Nate chuckled, "Matt, I think your girl is about to go world star on our boy"
"hey, angel, tone it down a bit, yeah?" Matt said, sitting back down on the sofa and trying to pull you down onto his lap.
You snatched your hand from his, tutting as you shot him a dirty look, returning your serious gaze back to Chris.
"s'cool, Matt, let her say what she wants to say, I can take it" Chris grinned, taking a long toke of his joint and looking at you
"you left her alone, at a frat party, knowing she never comes to these without either you or me? are you psychologically damaged?" you continued to lay into him, his cool and collected demeanour triggering you beyond belief.
"and what? some guys thought she was easy pickins, because, lets face it, she is, and then you lose your shit and have to mark your territory again?"
"hey, I'm not easy pickins" your best friend sulked.
"she could have been seriously fuckin' hurt, Chris, did you even stop for one minute to think about that?" you were burning holes into his face at this point, just waiting for him to respond.
Chris' face dropped at your words, the smug smile on his lips coming to a tight line as he clenched his jaw, avoiding your eye contact. His mind suddenly reeling with all the things those boys could have done to your best friend if Nate hadn't called him when he did.
"of course you fuckin' didnt, because you only ever think about yourself, Chris" you tutted, rolling your eyes and throwing your hands up in accusation at him.
"you know, if you weren't Matts brother, I wouldn't let her come anywhere fuckin' near you, all you ever do is put her in a position to get herself hurt, or worse." you crossed your arms with finality.
Chris shifted uncomfortably where he sat, looking at you and then to your best friend who was already looking at him, apologising for your words with her kind eyes, eyes that only made your words all the more real.
"I'd never let anything happen to her" He said through a clenched jaw, looking up at you, his expression could almost have been mistaken for an apologetic one.
"and plus, we had her back, we fuckin' had those guys easy, they ran away cryin" Matt added, reaching out for you again.
This time you took his hand, bringing your gaze to him, brushing your fingers over his bloody knuckles.
"you think they're the only kids that wanna roofie girls and fuck them at parties? you think she's safe now just because you two fuckin' hot heads gave them a bloody nose and a black eye?" Your words stung, you'd never spoken to Matt like that before, not seriously anyway.
No one said anything, your words hung in the air, making everyone shift and come to the damning realisation of what actually happened tonight.
"I know you think you can protect her from this little fucked up life you've created for yourself here, Chris, but maybe it's time you wake up and realise who she might actually need protecting from" you said, looking him up and down with your final words.
Chris said nothing, only stared at you from under his brow bone with a clenched jaw and a loose grip on your best friends waist.
Matt looked over at Chris and then up at you, both of you teetering on the edge of an explosion he did not want to get caught in the middle of. He stood up, taking your hand in his and standing in front of you slightly, bringing your attention away from Chris.
"lets go have a cig, yeah?" He said, squeezing your hand.
You looked up at him through your lashes, unable to tear your eyes from him as he gazed down at you, his warmth only serving to calm you down.
You nodded with a clenched jaw and let Matt lead you out. As you walked out the room you glanced back at Chris, who was biting the inside of his cheek and blinking rapidly, trying to listen to your best friend apologising on your behalf. He wasn't angry, not at you anyway, he was angry at himself, because he knew you were right.
Once you made it outside, Matt dragged you to a quiet spot, pulling a cigarette from his pack and placing it between your pouty lips, sparking it before pulling one for himself and doing the same.
You took a long drag, your fingers shook slightly from the adrenaline you felt coursing through your body.
"y'know" Matt said, blowing smoke out his mouth before resuming, "I've never heard anyone speak to Chris like that and still be standin' after" a smiled, edging closer to you.
"kid had it comin' for putting her in a position like that" you shrugged your shoulders, taking another long drag of your cigarette.
"He didn't mean for it to happen, you know that right?" Matt said, dipping his head to meet your gaze.
you rolled your eyes, "he never means for shit to happen, Matt, that's the problem, shit follows him around, and one of these days she's gonna get hurt because of it" you looked at him, more serious than you'd ever been.
"what about me then?" Matt said, his face dropping as he stood back from you.
"what about you?" you screwed your face up at him
"if shit follows him, it follows me, he's my brother" Matt added
"and?" you cocked your eyes to the side, not seeing his point.
"y'don't think you'll get hurt one day? bein' around me like this?" Matt looked you up and down as he spoke.
"I can handle myself, Matt, she can't" you rolled your eyes with a slight chuckle.
"she can't, or you think she can't?" Matt questioned, his tone accusatory.
"what the fuck is that supposed to mean?" you snapped at him
"I think, you've spent your whole life protecting this girl and now, she has someone else to do it for her, and you cant handle that" Matt shrugged
"you're ridiculous." you rolled your eyes at Matt, leaning against the side of the house.
"am I?" Matt scoffed
"yeah, you fuckin' are becau-" just as you were about to give it to Matt straight, you were interrupted by Chris, standing just a few steps away from you both and clearing his throat.
"y/n, can I speak to you?" Chris said, his hands shoved in his pockets.
"what do you want, Chris? if you've come out here to try and act all big and tell me not to speak to you like that I swear to god I-"
"you're right" Chris cut you off.
"What?" you and Matt said in unison, turning to face Chris.
"you're right, okay?"
"I-" you went to speak, brows furrowed in confusion.
"I don't deserve her, n'probably never will, but, I care 'bout her, n'Id never let anything happen to her" Chris shrugged, unable to maintain eye contact with you.
"Chris" you sighed.
"you don't have to tell me the typa guy I am, y/n, I know, but I'm learnin' okay? she's helpin' me learn" He finally looked at you, still unable to look at his brother who was open mouth, gawking at his brothers confession.
You had no idea what to say, Chris just gave you his version of an apology and actually admitted you were right. You couldn't help but feel sorry for him, somewhere, very deep, under all his assholeness, there was an actual human being who, cared about your best friend probably more than he'd ever cared about anyone.
"Chris" you sighed again, "she trusts you, and, if she trusts you then..." you searched your brain for the strength to call it even with him, "I guess I have no choice but to trust you too"
A small smile crept onto Chris' face but he pushed it away almost immediately, the weight of his confession lifting off his shoulders as his usual self floated back into his body.
"If you tell anyone about what I jus' said, i'll get ya kneecaps broken, kay?" he sniffed, wiping his knuckle across his nose for a brief second, "both'a you" Chris looked Matt up and down.
"there he is" Matt chuckled, placing a hand on Chris shoulder
Chris shrugged off Matts hand and sauntered back inside, leaving you two alone again.
You let the moment hang in the air for a moment, smoking your cigarette as Matt stared at the way the butt illuminated your features.
"look, angel, I didn't mean anythi-"
"its okay, I get it, you're right" you interrupted him, rolling your eyes, feeling significantly less angry about everything after Chris' confession.
"okay, did I slip into a different dimension where you and Chris are able to back down from an argument?" Matt chuckled, looking around him as if he was looking for the portal he fell through.
You laughed, shaking your head at him with a smile, "I've been looking out for her our whole lives and, she's always needed me to protect her, I guess it's just tough now that she doesn't, really need that anymore"
"y'know" Matt stepped closer to you, hooking his thumb under your chin, "maybe its time you let someone protect you, for a change"
"oh yeah?" you grinned at him, "and who might that someone be?"
"me" Matt shrugged, edging his lips closer to yours
"you wanna protect me, Matthew?"
"mhm" Matt nodded with a smile just before kissing you, slotting his soft lips over yours with tender pressure.
You kissed him back, the taste of cigarettes thick on his tongue.
"you do look sexy with your knuckles all battered like that" you broke the kiss, taking his hand in yours and pressing small open mouth kisses on his bloodied knuckles
"you little sadist" Matt said, taking your cheeks in his hand, squishing the flesh together between his fingers.
"you love it" you tore his thumb from your cheek and placed it in your mouth, biting down on the bone before wrapping your lips around it.
Matt groaned at the sight of you batting your lashes at him with his thumb in your mouth, he pulled you forward by your jaw and brought you into him, a firm hand catching you by the small of your back as he pulled his thumb from your lips with a pop.
"I do mean it though, angel, it's time you let someone protect you for once" Matt looked down at you, placing his hand around the side of your face, using his grip to make you look at him.
"I can protect myself" you smirked up at him, eyes pouring into his.
Matt smiled and rolled his eyes, lowering his hand on your waist down to your thigh and dropping his shoulder to your stomach. In one swift movement you were over his shoulder.
"Matthew! put me down!" You erupted into laughter, hitting his back as you hung over his shoulder
Your pleads were met with a firm smack on your ass as a prideful grin spread itself across Matts face.
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guru, i have a requests bc I need something â¨fluffy⨠as im healing from closing my fingers in my front door!!
could you write any harry au finding out that the reader is in paramore and wrote the only exception for him?
Oh my gosh your fingers! Ahh I hope you didnât break anything! đŹ
Feel better soon hon â¤ď¸â𩹠Enjoy! (also I hope this is what you wanted )
A/N: I didn't mention Paramore specifically (except for some bits of the song) nor are there any physical descriptions of Y/n so it's inclusive! Imagine who you like! xoxo
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Warning: FLUFFFFFFFFYYYY SWEET! (Harry has a quick moment of anxiety)
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Harry wasnât sure what he was looking at when he saw it. Maybe you were just playing a joke on himâ? He always thought your singing voice kind of reminded him of a band he'd heard on the radio a few times⌠but this?
There you were on video. Right in his phone... wearing a very short skirt hopping around on stage like that. You were usually more of a jeans and t-shirt or sweater gal. It was clearly youâbut it was like watching a doppelganger of you.
He blinked his eyes at his screen. His apartment was quiet as he was just waking up and still sitting in his bed. It was a normal morning routine. Wake up and check social media, emails, his daily scheduleâŚ
He had no idea how this had come across his feed. You. Like that. He rubbed his eyes. Was he still dreaming?
You hadn't been dating all that long but you were both already head over heels. It'd happened so fast and there was still so much to learn about one another but he knew you were it just like he hoped you felt the same. He knew you had a band and he'd heard you sing. You had guitars at your place and you wrote poems and lyrics in your notebook all the time. You were talented.
A text popped up on his screen from you.
See you in five minutes!
Scooting himself out of bed so he could at least brush his teeth he clicked on the page that had posted the video and there were more! Of you! Of this band that he'd heard of in passing. He held the phone up and started watching the next video. You were singing for a semi-large crowd. He pressed the button on his electric toothbrush and felt his heart thrumming harder and harder as you started singing another song. A song he'd heard on the radio.
It was surreal to see you like that. Why hadn't you told him? Why was he finding out like this? Did you not want him to know? Did you not see a future with him at all?
The questions in his brain were buzzing as various puzzle pieces began to fall into place. It made so much sense now that he was thinking of everything but it also had him worried that you never told him. Maybe you didn't trust him.
When he was done brushing his teeth he splashed water on his face and pressed his palms over his sink counter. He was going to have to confront you.
He looked down at his phone and clicked on the next video. The most recently uploaded video.
"I'm Y/n! Thank you for being here with us tonight!" The crowd was loud and he could hear some whistles and cheering.
"This next song is about a guy that I'm falling for hard. It wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't think it ever would. I haven't told him yet but I have this song." You began to sway as the guitarist started to play. "This is for love. For anyone who's felt it. This is for Harry."
He blinked at the screen and you began to sing.
"When I was younger, I saw my daddy cry and curse at the wind..."
Harry was startled when he heard you knocking at his door. You were there and he was reeling from everything he'd just learned. Pausing the video he made his way to his door and opened it to see your pretty face. You immediately stepped in and wrapped your arms around his middle for a big hug.
He hesitantly placed his arms around you after he closed his door. But you noticed something was off. Harry was still holding his phone in his hand as you looked up at him.
"Everything okay?"
He looked like he was unable to put thoughts into words. Like he was stunned or hadn't expected to see you, even though you'd made plans to come over. Stepping back you clutched your hands over his wrists. "Harry?"
His throat bobbed when he swallowed and he blinked his eyes. "You're famous."
Your heart stopped. You knew he'd find out soon. You'd planned on telling him but it was always tricky telling people. You'd dated people in the past that were just looking for clout or trying to get there own name out there by using you. So it was a precaution. But you didn't need to hide it from Harry anymore.
"Yes. Well... kind of. I mean... a lot of people don't really know who I am. I'm not like at that level of fame butâ"
"You don't trust me?"
"I do trust you, Harry. I promise." You slid your palms up his forearms and stepped in closer. "I was going to tell you. I just got a little scared because everything happened so fast between us. It just... I wanted to make sure first. I swear I've been planning to tell you because I... god... I just want to tell you everything."
"I don't understand why you never said anything." He shook his head but he didn't pull away from you.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to find out before I told you. I wanted to share something really special with you and tell you in this like... really romantic way."
He moved his arm and opened up his phone before you heard your song being playe. The song you wrote for him. His eyes flitted from you to his phone as the lyrics you sang poured out around you.
Because none of it was ever worth the risk... Well, you are the only exception...
Harry looked at you, a sheen of tears in his eyes as he let the song play out. You kept your hand on his forearm and let the lyrics do the talking. You just hoped he understood. You hoped that he could see why it took you a bit to work up to telling him.
Oh, and I'm on way to believingâŚ
He tucked his phone into his sweatpants pocket and looked at you with soft eyes. Taking his hands into yours you smiled up at him.
"I have a lot to tell you."
He puffed out a low laugh. "I think that's an understatement."
"Are you mad at me?"
He shook his head. "Kind of hard to be mad after hearing that song you wrote for me. Is all that true, Y/n?" He pulled his hand out of yours and lifted his warm palm up to your cheek.
"Yes. Every word of it."
"Does that mean you love me?"
Your heartbeat tripped up on itself as you nodded. "I do. I love you."
His eyes were piercing and so deep with emotion, you'd drown in them happily. "I guess it's time for me to confess something to you then, too." He grinned and you felt his hand move back to cradle your nape. "I love you too."
. .
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Love Me Like A Sailor
[Wade Wilson x Female!Reader]
Synopsis: Itâs rare that dreams can turn into reality, but it isnât impossible.
WC: 5537 (trust the process friends đ)
Category: Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Friends + Lovers, Wade POV, Mentions of the Past {TW: Self-Deprecation, Wade having insecurities, Not Proof Read}
Where are all the fics of this man? I can barely find some for him and itâs making me go crazy. Like, your honor, I love him. Gimme more.
Anyway, I figured I would write a Wade fic thatâs around the same premise as my Wolverine one (since SO MANY OF YOU ate it up), so if anyone actually finds this⌠youâre welcome đŤśâ¨
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He was always in love with you. Always.
Wade Wilson had never been the smartest tool in the shed, the prettiest girl in the room, or even the tallest guy. In fact, he was a little bit of the opposite. He had a face only a mother could love, he was always cracking jokes at the wrong time, and his voice was too loud and too obnoxious for his own good. And while all of these traits might be endearing when it came from a handsome man with a voice as smooth as silk, the same qualities were irritating at best when it came to Wade.
He knew that. He wasn't blind. He knew he was annoying and ugly and too loud. However, there was one thing he was certain of: Wade Wilson was in love with his best friend.
Wade Wilson was not in love with just any best friend. He was in love with the only person who had been there since the beginning, the only one who had stuck with him through everything he had been through.
He was in love with you.
And you were in love with him, or so he hoped. He couldnât tell because you were the most gorgeous, sweet, caring, thoughtful, and wonderful person on this planet, and he was none of those things.
He could barely bring himself to think of the words that could be on the tip of your tongue whenever he was around. He didn't deserve you. He was damaged.
But sometimes, he couldnât help but hopeâhope that you would return his feelings, hope that maybe you felt the same way, hope that you could be more than just best friends.
Every time the thought crossed his mind, his heart would pound in his chest. He was always so close to telling you, to confessing, but then he would stop himself. It was a constant back-and-forth.
One night, after a particularly long night of kicking names and taking asses, Wade decided to visit his gal pal, and by visit, he meant to break into your house and steal your food.
So, like Krampus, if Krampus had a thing for chimichangas instead of children, Wade climbed through your bedroom window as it had been left unlocked. You had told him a thousand times to use the front door, but Wade couldnât do that. If he did that, he would feel too normal. And as much as Wade enjoyed breaking and entering, he would be damned if he made it boring for himself.
He only wished he could stick the landing.
In his defense, he had only fallen off the window ledge by an inch or two. However, the thud that his body made when he landed on the hardwood floor of your bedroom was louder than he had anticipated, and it sounded like an explosion.
A big one, too, like someone who had a little too much Taco Bell and took a nice walk through Barnes & Noble. Oh, yes, he knows exactly what you book nerds do when youâre approaching that infamous bathroom sign.
But, regardless of his loud entrance, he jumped back up to his feet and brushed the dust off his suit before making his way to the kitchen.
The smell of vanilla wafted through the air as Wade entered the kitchen and saw nothing but cleanliness and order. He opened the cupboards and frowned at the lack of food.
This was a problem.
A major problem.
There was nothing he could eat. No tacos. No chimichangas. No candy. Not even a damn Dorito.
What kind of animal would do this?
Wade had never been so offended. He was going to have to talk to you about this. You couldnât have a guest over and not have snacks.
He decided to call you. Maybe you could talk some sense into yourself.
You answered after the second ring.
You didn't seem surprised at all to hear his voice on the other end of the line. Wade was used to your nonchalance when it came to him and his shenanigans. He loved it.
You always kept him on his toes, and the fact that you had become desensitized to his crazy was both amusing and infuriating.
And it really worked out to his benefit tonight.
Because when he started complaining about the lack of food in your apartment, instead of telling him to get his ass back to his place and stop breaking into yours, you told him to sit tight.
That you would be right over.
And that's how Wade found himself waiting for you on your couch, his leg bouncing with anticipation as he waited for you to get here.
His heart was pounding against his rib cage as his fingers drummed a nervous beat against his thighs. He so wanted to marry you the moment you walked through the door.
He would make sure that was the first thing out of his mouth.
And when you handed him his bag of Checkers, he couldn't stop himself from blurting out the first thing that came to mind.
"Wanna get married?"
He fully meant it, tooâthe whole shi-bang.
Till death do us part.
Till the cows come home.
Till the last dance.
And every single second after.
You played it off as one of his usual antics. One of the jokes that Wade always cracked whenever he was hungry or when you surprised him.
Of course, why would you think he was being serious? His life was a full-blown comedy, a slapstick routine that would have even the biggest comedian crying with laughter.
Wade knew that. But, for once, he wished his life became less of a joke and more of a fairy tale.
A happily ever after. If they even exist.
It seemed life always had an extra curveball for him. A twist. Something unexpected. Something that made him feel even less human.
He could never catch a break even if the closest thing he could imagine to heaven was standing in front of him.
So, with a heavy sigh, Wade took the bag of Checkers and plopped himself onto the couch, hoping to enjoy the sweet taste of victory in the form of sugar and carbs.
And then you did something that made him fall in love with you even more.
You sat next to him.
Wade didn't even try to hide the wide grin that spread across his lips as he watched you sit beside him, a smile of your own on your pretty face.
You were beautiful. So, so beautiful.
Wade had always known that. He could tell the moment he first met you. He could also see the panic, the fear, and the terror in your eyes when you saw him.
And he was hot then, tooâsupermodel level.
Fun fact: the reason why you two met was that Wade might have gotten the names mixed up on his gold card and had ended up at a very fancy restaurant, and, well, his idea of the target was the one serving him.
You.
It was a bit awkward.
But, after you realized he wasnât going to murder you and that he had no idea how much a glass of water cost or how his steak was literally the size of the entire restaurant, you started talking.
And the rest, as they say, is history.
It was love at first sight. In his mind, at least. He couldnât imagine life without you.
Wade was in deep.
And the way you were looking at him right now, a glimmer of happiness in your eyes, a soft smile of contentment on your face, and your body turned towards him, well, it made him melt.
Wade had always been a sucker for romantic movies and romance novels, and the way you looked right now was straight out of a Nicholas Sparks movie.
He wanted to kiss you.
No.
He needed to kiss you. To feel your lips against his. Your hands in his. The warmth of your body. Your heartbeat.Everything.
He needed it all.
Call him a horny bastard, but you looked absolutely beautiful sitting there, eating one of his favorite fries from the bag.
Wade had always loved the little things. He loved watching you eat. He loved seeing you play with your hair. He loved it when you babbled to yourself. And, right now, you were doing the cutest thing ever.
You were holding the bag out to him, a fry halfway to your mouth, your eyes wide, and a bright smile on your face. You looked so happy.
Wade was happy, too.
"Want some?"
Nuggets. He didnât even know Checkers had nuggets.
He hadnât seen these bad boys since high school. And even then, they were the cheap knockoff, frozen food nuggets.
These were the good shit.
"Oh, baby, I'd take you and all your chicken nuggets to prom," Wade said as he reached forward and plucked a chicken nugget out of the bag.
He popped it into his mouth and let out a satisfied hum.
You giggled and shook your head as you pulled the bag back towards yourself and set it on your lap.
"You're a dork, Wade."
"The dorkiest."
"That's true."
You took a sip from your soda and leaned back, letting out a content sigh as you did so.
"Thanks for coming over," Wade said as he grabbed his burger and began eating.
"Well, I do live here," you replied, your eyes darting toward the bag of nuggets. "I can't really go anywhere else."
Maybe you canât, but he can go inside yourâ
"I was actually thinking we could spend the night together," you continued, oblivious to the naughty thoughts running through his mind. "We haven't done that in a while."
Wade nearly choked on his burger.
He swallowed quickly and let out a small cough before grabbing his soda and downing the entire thing. For once, the liquid soothed his parched throat.
"I mean, uh, yeah, sure, totally. It'll be just like the old days. You, me, Netflix, and chilling."
He couldn't help it, okay? Flirting was just one of the many things that Wade Wilson did naturally.
Just like his regular occurrence of having 207 bones in his body.
It wasn't his fault that his words came out suggestive. He fully meant itâevery word.
Every single flirtatious word that tumbled out of his mouth. Every joke that came out as a compliment. Every compliment was more of a sexual innuendo than anything.
It was who he was.
It was the only way he knew how to talk to people. Especially the person with whom he was in love.
He couldn't just go up to you and tell you that you were the most amazing person he had ever met, or that your smile was so beautiful that it made his heart skip a beat, or that he loved the way you looked at him when you were happy, or the way your voice would turn into a squeal when you laughed, or the way you would blush when he flirted with you.
He couldn't say all those things because they were cheesy and cliche, and you would think he was lying.
So, he made jokes. He made innuendos. He made you blush and giggle and roll your eyes.
Because that was the best way to get through to you.
That was the only way.
Or, at least, that's what he had thought.
Now, the truth was a bit different. The truth was that Wade was scared. Scared that you wouldn't feel the same way. Scared that he would ruin everything. Scared that you would leave.
So, he flirted. And joked. And tried to act like everything was normal. Like he was still in his younger, good-looking, more handsome days. Like if he made himself delusional enough to believe he was still attractive, he could convince himself that he would always have a chance.
Because he wasn't, he was old, ugly, and damaged. And no one, not even someone as beautiful and kind and wonderful as you, would want someone who had gone through the things he had.
Who had done the things he had.
You didnât show any signs of disgust or resentment when he showed up on your doorstep for the first time after his incident or even the next time. Or the times after that.
But Wade couldnât help but feel like it would eventually happen, and you would eventually get tired of him that you would realize how damaged he was. How broken he was.
That he wasnât worthy.
"Remember that party?" Your voice snapped him out of his thoughts. You had a fond smile on your face as you looked up at the ceiling. "When you snuck into my room and convinced me to sneak out and have fun with you?"
Yes, yes, he did. He remembered it far better than you. And he knew that, even though you hadnât said it, he knew that this was a memory he treasured more because⌠ironically, it was the only time you had ever done something rebellious.
You had been so shy and timid and afraid to stand up for yourself. You had always been afraid of going against the grain, of doing what other people told you to do.
Wade had always wondered why. He had always wondered what was holding you back. So, when he was able to drag you out of your shell and make you experience a night, you would never forget, well, he was a happy man.
It was also the night he realized things that he had never been aware of before. Physically things.
There was a moment he remembered vividly. The two of you were about seconds away from getting a picture taken by some drunk dude with a Polaroid camera. Wade, being the good friend he was, had wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close.
In that moment, he happened to glance at you when the flash went off and, well, it was a picture perfect moment.
Weâre talking slow-mo, people becoming blurred background characters, a spotlight shining down on you two, his heart pounding in his chest, and butterflies flying around in his stomach.
The only thing missing was a sappy love song playing in the background.
He had always assumed that the sudden fluttering feeling in his stomach and the way his heart was pounding was due to the fact that he hated his picture being taken.
Or that he had accidentally eaten the wrong thing at the buffet.
But, as he stared at you, he started noticing every single detail. How pretty your eyes became with the extra glint of the flash. How your smile was as bright as a babyâs bare ass. How you were so oblivious to everything else except for him.
How the world suddenly became a blur, and all he could focus on was you.
How the music faded away. How he forgot how to breathe. How his heart felt like it was about to explode.
It was at that moment Wade realized, for the first time, what love was.
Wade had never been the one for grand gestures. He didn't know how to express his emotions in ways other than jokes or sarcasm. So, when it came to romance, he always preferred to keep things simple.
Like now, break-ins and food were his version of a romantic dinner.
However, when it came to the actual feelings part, the emotional part, and the vulnerable part, Wade had a hard time with that.
This was why, when you turned your attention towards him, he couldn't stop the words from spilling out of his mouth.
"Why havenât we ever dated?"
You blinked.
You stared at him for a moment, your expression unreadable. Then, after a long pause, you responded, "Youâre really affected by getting Checkers, aren't you?"
Wade could see the amusement in your eyes and he could hear the faint traces of humor in your tone, but, somehow, he couldn't shake the feeling that you were avoiding the question.
He couldnât tell if it was because you didn't want to answer him or if it was because you didn't know what to say.
And, for a brief moment, Wade hesitated to push you. He didn't want to make things uncomfortable. He didn't want to put you on the spot. He didn't want to scare you away.
But, then again, if there was anything Wade Wilson was good at, it was pushing people to their absolute limit.
So, he pushed.
"Skip the foreplay," he said, his voice firm and steady but not unkind. "Seriously, why have we never dated?"
Wade kept his eyes on yours, his expression serious, his body tense. He waited for you to speak, his heart pounding in his chest and his stomach churning.
You were silent for a long moment, staring at him with wide, confused eyes.
"Because we're best friends," you answered finally, your tone matter-of-fact, almost as if you were stating a fact. "And, I⌠I just never thought about it.
Wade felt his heart sink. He knew that you werenât lying. He could see it in the way your lips curled downwards, the way your eyebrows furrowed, and the way your shoulders slumped forward.
You were telling the truth.
It was a truth Wade didnât want to hear.
He opened his mouth, prepared to apologize, to change the subject, to say something to make you laugh.
But, before he could utter a single word, you spoke again.
"Besides, it's not like you've ever been interested."
There was a hint of bitterness in your voice, a tinge of hurt in your tone.
It was a subtle reminder that Wade had a track record of being a player. A serial flirt who was never serious. A guy who flirted with every girl, who was constantly on the lookout for the next big thing.
He was the type of guy who would rather have fun than get attached. Or, at least, that's what everyone assumed.
At the tone of your voice, Wade immediately perked up, his eyes widening in surprise and his heart pounding.
The guttural laugh that escaped his lips caught you by surprise.
You flinched slightly and stared at him, your mouth agape, your eyes wide, and your expression bewildered.
"Sorry," Wade apologized quickly, his voice quiet and strained. He cleared his throat and shook his head. "But, goddamn, thatâs⌠oh, man. You do not know how wrong you are."
"Oh, donât even, Winston Wilson, this is not the time for your jokes," you snapped, crossing your arms over your chest.
"Oh, middle names, huh? Are we there already? Because I have to say, I didn't think you were the type of girl who'd use a guy's full name to show her disappointment, but I have to admit, it's kind of hot."
Wade smirked at the annoyed look that crossed your face, but it soon faded as he realized that you didn't find the comment amusing.
Instead, you seemed to grow even more frustrated.
"Wade," you started, your voice soft and low, your tone filled with frustration and sadness, "I donât want to get into it right now, okay? Can we please just eat our food and watch a movie or something?"
You turned away from him, focusing your attention on the bag of Checkers.
He couldnât let you avoid this.
"Look, I'm not trying to be a jerk," he began, his voice soft and gentle, "I'm just⌠did you seriously never think I would want to be with you?"
You paused and turned to look at him, a confused expression on your face.
"Of course not; why would I?"
The genuine shock in your voice and the innocent look on your face nearly broke his heart.
He thought he was being the most obvious motherfucker on the planet, but apparently, you had been as blind as a bat.
"I've been flirting with you for years," he reminded you. "I've been complimenting you, and asking you to hang out, and giving you gifts, andâ"
"That's just what you do, Wade," you interrupted, shaking your head. "That's what you do to all girls. You flirt with them. You ask them out. You do the whole charming and funny routine. Iâm sure if you knew their addresses, you would break in too."
Okay, ouch.
You weren't exactly wrong, but still, that kind of stung.
"That's not what I'm talking about," he insisted, his voice growing louder, his tone firm.
"What are you talking about, then?"
"I'm talking about you, okay? Youâre like the Goldie Hawn to my Kurt Russell. Or, if I'm being completely honest, you're like chimichangas and tacos, and not just because they're both delicious, but because, let's face it, I'm addicted to you."
Your expression remained neutral, your eyes still boring into his.
"You're my best friend," he continued, his voice growing softer, his tone gentler, "and, yeah, maybe I used to flirt with other girls a lot, but I don't care about them. I don't even really know them. And, besides, none of them would be able to look me in the eyes right now, the way you are."
"Donât start with that," you mumbled, averting your gaze and looking down at the floor.
"Start with what?"
"Being self-deprecating."
"It's not self-deprecating," he said, his tone growing defensive. His whole confession was momentarily forgotten. "It's true. I am a walking nightmare, and not just because I look like Freddy Krueger and Leatherface had a baby, but also because I've killed more people than I've seen naked."
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I haven't seen you naked," you retorted, a playful smirk forming on your lips.
"Hey, don't tease me. I'm already emotionally vulnerable enough."
You snorted, but your grin was soft and warm.
"Okay, sorry," you said, your tone apologetic, your expression serious, "but, seriously, though, youâre not a nightmare. Not to me. I mean, sure, you look like a melted wax figurine, and your personality is like a mix between a hyperactive 10-year-old and a 70-year-old alcoholic, but, you know, I don't mind."
"Oh, you're too kind."
"My point is, it doesn't bother me, Wade," you assured him. "And it never will."
"Even if it does," he said, his voice quiet, his tone low, "it won't change the way I feel about you."
Your expression softened, the playfulness fading from your eyes. You looked about ready to let out some tears, but Wade had a feeling that they werenât because you were sad.
"Did you really think that all this time?" you asked, the softness in your tone making his chest tighten. "You wanted to date me?"
He shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant.
"Yeah," he answered, his tone casual, "youâre hot, toots. Even hotter than me in my prime."
You rolled your eyes, a faint smile on your face. "I donât know, Wade. The suit does you justice."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Is that your way of telling me that my ass looks good in this thing?"
"Oh, Wade, I don't need to tell you that," you replied, smirking. "You know how amazing your ass is."
Youâre right. Captain America had nothing on him.
He let out a deep breath, his eyes fixed on yours. He was silent for a long moment, just taking in your appearance.
You didnât change much from that day at the party. Maybe your facial features matured a little, and maybe your body grew a little more, but besides that, you looked the same.
The only difference was the look you gave him. The softness of your eyes. The affection in your expression. The gentleness of your smile.
It was the same look he constantly gave you when he thought you werenât looking.
It was the look of someone who cared deeply for you. Someone who cherished you. Who wanted to make you happy. Who wanted to be by your side forever.
Someone who loved you.
"Do you ever wonder what would've happened if we kissed that night?"
He didnât expect you to know exactly what he was talking about. Random question and all that. But, you surprised him once again.
"Why didnât you?"
The question caught him off guard.
He was used to the playful banter, the light teasing, the random flirting. He wasnât used to you being so forward. So blunt.
He was the blunt one. You were stealing his thunder.
"I was a cowardly bitch."
His honesty surprised both of you. He didnât even plan on saying that. It was just the first thing that popped into his head.
It was true, though.
"Are you still a cowardly bitch?"
"I think so," he said slowly, "I think the main difference is, now I'm a cowardly bitch that knows what he wants."
He saw the way your cheeks reddened, the way you avoided his gaze, and the way you shifted your weight from side to side.
Wade Wilson may not be good at emotions, but he knew what those signs meant.
He was making you nervous.
He couldnât help the small grin that spread across his face. He liked that. He liked that he made you nervous. That he made you blush. That he could make you flustered.
And, most of all, he liked that he was able to make you feel that way.
He couldnât remember the last time a woman was that shy and timid around him. Most of the girls he met were bold, confident, and loud⌠just like him.
He preferred your type, though. Sometimes, he even needs a break from his own obnoxiousness.
"So," he started, his tone casual, his posture relaxed, "you chill with the idea of ruining a perfectly good friendship and getting in a relationship with me? A crazy, scarred, murderous man who doesn't know how to keep his mouth shut?"
He watched you take a deep breath, your eyes focused on his, a faint smile on your face.
"I'll consider it," you responded, your tone playful, a mischievous glint in your eyes, "but you have to answer one question first."
"Oh, a quiz? Can we have a prize for the winner?"
You chuckled.
"What's the question?"
You smiled.
"When you said that you've killed more people than you've seen naked, was that true?"
"Yes." He answered without hesitation. Something told him that lying was not an option here.
"And, when you said that the suit does me justice," he started, his tone casual, his eyes bright, and his smile mischievous, "was that your way of telling me that you want to see me naked?"
"You wish, Wilson."
"You're right. I do."
He didn't mean to sound so sincere, but, damn, the words just slipped out of his mouth before he could stop himself.
Wade watched as you smiled and turned your attention toward the bag of Checkers momentarily, and, for a split second, Wade worried that he had taken things too far. That he had scared you away.
He shouldn't have been worried.
Because, when you moved the bag to the table and stood up, his eyes immediately focused on the way your lips were twisted into a smirk and the way your eyes were locked on his.
You didnât say a word. You didnât need to. He was already nodding along for whatever plan was formulating in that pretty little head of yours.
And, when you straddled him and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in close and leaning in close, it was like he was back at that party.
It was the same feeling.
The nervousness. The anticipation. The excitement. The anxiety. The giddiness. The rush.
Everything was the same, except this time, it was actually happening. And, he was sober.
As you pulled him in, he leaned forward and closed the distance between you, kissing you slowly, his eyes closed, his hands on your hips, and his lips pressed against yours. The mask that had been halfway covering his face was now tossed aside by him to indulge in the kiss fully.
It was better than he could have ever imagined.
You were better than he could have ever imagined.
But then, his insecurities kicked in, and the reality of the situation hit him. In his mind, he had imagined this moment with his younger, healthier self. The buffed-out arms, the clear skin, the perfect jawline. He still had that scruff of a beard in his mind, and the outlines of his eyebrows did not melt completely.
But, when he felt your lips against his, and the softness of your touch, the warmth of your body, the taste of your tongue, he was reminded that you didnât picture him as he once was.
You were seeing him as he was now. Hairless, deformed, scarred, a hot mess, and a complete disaster. And you were still kissing him. You were still touching him. You were still here.
It was better than anything his imagination could conjure up.
Because, for once, reality was better than fantasy. For once, he realized that maybe his face wasnât a face only a mother could love and that maybe his looks weren't a dealbreaker for a certain somebody.
You broke the kiss and pulled away, staring at him, your face inches away from his. He stared at you, his eyes meeting yours.
He was searching, trying to read you, trying to figure out what was going through your mind. See if you had those second thoughts. If you regret this.
All he found, though, was that pretty little smile of yours. The one that made his heart skip a beat. The one that made him smile back.
"Well," you started, your eyes sparkling with mischief, "if it's any consolation, Wade, I think our friendship was pretty fucked the minute I decided to give you my number."
He raised an eyebrow, a grin forming on his lips.
"Oh yeah?"
"Mhm," you nodded, biting your lip and leaning in close. Your hand reached up and cupped his cheek, stroking the skin softly. He shuddered. "I should've known the minute I decided to become friends with a guy who would willingly call himself Deadpool that it was a done deal."
He smirked, his fingers dancing across the small of your back.
"I'll try not to feel too offended by that."
"Trust me, you shouldn't," you murmured, your hand sliding down from his face to his shoulder, resting there. "It's not a bad thing, really. I mean, it's pretty awesome to have a friend who can take a bullet for you."
He smiled.
"Damn right, baby girl."
Your hand slid down from his shoulder, slowly moving down his arm, until you were grabbing his hand, lacing your fingers with his.
"But, Wade," you continued, squeezing his hand lightly, your eyes focused on his, a frown on your face, "you have to promise me something."
"Anything," he replied instantly.
You hesitated.
"Promise me," you started, your voice firm, your expression serious, "youâll start to see yourself as I do."
Wade blinked, surprised.
That was not what he was expecting.
"You have a crush on my scars?"
He couldn't resist. He had to crack a joke. He was nervous. When wasnât he cracking a joke?
He was also confused, but, hey, the joke was funnier.
"No," you replied, rolling your eyes, a faint smile on your face, "but I see past the scars."
"And, the crazy?"
"That too."
"And, the murderous tendencies?"
"Yes, Wade, everything," you answered, grinning, your eyes bright. "I see all of it, and itâs about damn time you do too."
"Yeah," he breathed out, "well, it's not as easy as you make it seem."
"Nothing is, Wilson."
You stared at him, the softness in your eyes, the gentleness in your smile, the affection in your voice.
He couldn't believe it.
But he couldnât help the grin that appeared on his face, the warmth that filled his chest, or the butterflies in his stomach.
"I'll try."
For one of the rarest times in his life, Wadeâs tone was completely sincere. Not a hint of humor or sarcasm. Just pure honesty.
And, judging by the way your face lit up and the way you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him in close, hugging him tightly, you appreciated his sincerity.
You rested your chin on his shoulder, your eyes closing.
"Good," you whispered. "That's all I ask."
His arms wrapped around you and held you close, his fingers running through your hair, his nose buried in your neck. He took in your scent, letting it fill his nostrils, his senses.
And, for once, everything was quiet. Everything was calm. Everything was perfect.
He didn't feel the need to crack a joke. To make a comment. To ruin the moment. He didn't want to. He just wanted to sit there and hold you, listening to the sound of your heartbeat.
He was content.
And he was happy.
Happy that you were with him.
And, most of all, he was grateful that he broke into your apartment and made himself comfortable on your couch.
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Cinderella
Pairing: club owner!Min Yoongi x f!reader x right-hand man!Jung Hoseok
Genre: non-idol au, pure fucking smut i'm not even playing, a hint at s2l??
Summary: Question - what is something that might help a shameless brat trapped in a body of a shy girl come out of her shell? Answer - two hot owners of a local club more than happy to whip her into shape.
Word count: 19.7k (i'm sorry lol)
Warnings: ginger Yoongi and that mama 2022 red carpet Hoseok (*in Britney Spears voice* a guy like you should wear a warning~), intoxication, min yoongi hands, they're softer doms, threesome, oral (f rec.), breath play and slight choking (i'm so predictable), light bdsm themes, spanking, bondage, light use of a whip, humiliation and degradation, reader is a right brat, multiple orgasms, overstim, clit slapping
A/N: indulge in this sope brainrot :). when i tell you this scenario changed my life i'm being only a little dramatic, long live our dom kings and i will die on this hill
âCome on Y/N, you should totally give it a try!â one of my friends exclaimed, drunkenly leaning on another one of our gals to her right, âYou never know! And you should be more confident!â Other girls sitting around the dingy sticky table in the club we were currently in all enthusiastically nodded and grumbled their own supportive comments.
I looked over them, still unsure, and then back to the ginger man sitting on the bar, relaxedly swirling a glass of an amber gold liquid and occasionally taking a sip. He wasnât really talking to anyone, just sat there and watched the two guys manning the bar wordlessly, which in my friendsâ opinion made him an âeasier targetâ.
Target of the stupidest game our drunken brains could have come up with â whoever manages to seduce a guy the quickest drinks for free for the rest of the night. The second that suggestion hit the table, I loudly opposed it, for two reasons.
First, it seemed kinda mean. And secondly, and most importantly, I was terrified of coming up to someone and just flirting. Thatâs not something I did, not that I was against it or for the lack of trying, and occasionally I entertained when someone came up to me and flirted, sometimes even going home with them. But I was shy, and when I got shy I got painfully awkward, so Iâd rather save myself from that embarrassment.
âYeah, it would do you some good,â my best friend Yeri, a tall thin pretty girl with her hair dyed cupid pink, suddenly turned to me and joined into the fray, âYou donât give yourself enough credit. Youâre super hot and somehow you donât realise it at all.â She was already a little tipsy as well, her posture more relaxed than usual as she giggled along every other word. Thereâs no love like drunk girl talking to her friends.
âThatâs easy for you to say, you already finished your mission!â I whined back to her, the whole tableâs undivided attention on me. To keep the stakes high and the game fair, we collectively selected a few guys and randomly divided them between us â each of us went to a specific man that was chosen by us and given to each girl.
But mine was out of this world, like unfairly so out of my league it would be embarrassing to even try. The moment I lost the game of rock paper scissors, I tried to bargain my way out of it â there was no way I could bag a guy like that in under a minute! That was insanity! But the girls wouldnât budge, telling me to challenge myself and have faith in myself. That was easy of them to say when they didnât have to walk up to a god amongst men and try to awkwardly flirt with him.
âLook at that guy, if I tried to talk to him heâd probably think Iâm the valet or something,â I continued to grumble, as the constant stream of complaints didnât stop since I lost the game.
Our attention collectively jumped back to him as he sat there. He had the kind of smirk on his face that was annoyingly effortlessly hot, giving him the aura of someone who was very well aware of his otherworldly qualities. The black tee with some kind of white print was oversized just right to be fashionable and hung off of his frame in a way that enhanced his physique in the best way. Black cargo pants and black boots gave him a punk vibe, and the whole look was finished with some chunky steel rings and necklaces that somehow managed to be even more hot and not look gaudy at all. My eyes trailed down to the rings, which were comfortably sat on one of the best hands Iâve ever seen, and I had to physically stop myself from drooling.
Yeah, thereâs no way in hell I could just hit on that.
âWhatâs the worst that could happen? He says no. Itâs worth a try,â Hana, another part of the friend group tried to wheedle me into going one more time. They all probably sensed I was about to give them another rebuttal, and an understanding passed through all of them.
Suddenly several pairs of hands were manhandling me, pulling me onto my legs and out of from the booth with the table we were sitting at. I let myself be pushed to the edge of the seat, too confused about whatâs going on. Someone pushed a glass of alcohol in my hand and I downed it, resigning myself to this happening. A wave of compliments and encouragements washed over me, and I turned on shaky knees, those several drinks Iâd already had making themselves known now that I was stood.
I took a step forward, froze, another few steps, and then promptly power-walked all the way back to the table. There was some booing and some disappointment, the girls already grumbling about how I shouldnât chicken out now.
âHow do you even flirt with someone like that?!â I hissed out in panic, not having the slightest idea of how to initiate conversation.
A barrage of tactics flew over me, one stranger than the next one, but I turned to Yeri, trusting her the most. âJust be really bold, he seems the type to like it,â she told me once she saw my trembling eyes, âwalk over all confident and say something really crazy and ballsy.â With one last smile she started pushing me away into the direction of the bar again.
Easier said than done! âJust be boldâ, thanks very much! That was the problem from the very beginning!
Putting my complaints away and pushing my brain to think of something to say to the rapidly approaching bar-dweller, I nervously dragged my gaze over him several times, stumbling in my distractedness several times. Come on brain, what do we like about him? What can we say?
As the man got closer and I got a clearer look at him, one thought overpowered every other â hands hands handshandshands.
I basically crashed into the bar upon my arrival, somewhat inelegantly attempting to lean into it with way too much force. The man startled a little before his eyes jumped up and looked straight at me, no distinct emotion discernible in them, but he certainly didnât look extremely friendly.
Before I could stop myself, I let go of the reins over my drunken brain and blurted out the first thing that came to mind.
âWhat nice necklaces you got there, but donât you think theyâd look better around my neck?â
I tried to sell the statement more by putting on a (hopefully) cheeky smirk and then pointedly looked at his hands coquettishly.
The man froze, only stared at me wide-eyed and shocked to his core, hand holding his glass halfway to his lips. Silence. I started panicking, and basically begun melting down with the shame and humiliation, already prepared to apologise and slink off to some dark corner and die there, but then he smiled.
It was a wide shit-eating grin, a devilish glint in his gaze now as he obviously checked me out, eyes gliding over my figure in a clearly appreciative manner. He put his charm on thick, lips curled smugly as he stared me quite intensely.
âWell, I donât know princess, guess youâll have to try them out,â his voice was basically a purr, a deep rumble that started up in his chest and drawled out of his mouth in a velvet perfection. I shuddered, now quickly getting flustered when he was flirting back. But I steeled myself, determined to bring this to a successful end. Mama didnât raise no quitter.
âOh, and youâd let me have a test drive?â I drawled out with my fingers playing with my hair (how basic!!), only a light stutter to my words that immediately sent a wave of heat to my already red cheeks. I only hoped it wasnât visible under the lights of the club and the bar.
He leaned forward, chest now pressed into the edge of the bar, which brought our faces impossibly close. His eyes were dark and half-lidded, full of lust and dark promises, as his lips stretched in a self-satisfied smirk. The hand that used to hold the glass was now slowly, teasingly making its way up the skin of my naked arm, breaking a wave of goosebumps in its wake.
My whole body quivered, and my next exhale came out shaky; it was too audible in the tense atmosphere between the two of us. He must have definitely heard and felt my reaction, judging by his soft snicker, expression full of amusement and desire. Then his eyes bore into me, into my very soul, and threatened to consume me.
âIâd let you do that and a whole lot more, princess,â it was a whisper, but that didnât take away from the intensity of the statement and the promise in his words. It poured over me like hot honey, my back immediately straightening and thighs pushing together on instinct, trying to contain the gush of sensations hitting my lower tummy and my heat. Very embarrassingly, I could already feel my panties rapidly getting wetter and wetter; the effect of the man was immense and he knew it very well, judging by the smug aura.
With a satisfied grin his hand moved from my arm down to my thigh, squeezing the flesh right under the hem of my mini skirt. The twitch that tore through me was completely involuntary and once again I found myself fighting for every shaky breath taken.
A quiet melodic laugh hit my ears and then the ginger menace leaned even closer to whisper straight into my ear. âCute,â was all he muttered before he pulled all the way away from me, raising his hand to catch the attention of the barman, âbut first, let me treat you to a drink, kitten.â
That suddenly snapped me back into reality and my brain jumped back online. As if waking up from a terribly amazingly sweet dream, I remembered the reason why I came over in the first place â the bet. The bet I thought I would absolutely fail at that I was about to complete now.
A laugh bubbled out of my throat, sweet and mischievous, and all the confidence I pretended to feel before rushed through my body straight into my head. With a giggle I leaned in and said: âA drink you say, huh?â
My smug smirk must have been awfully annoying, but the man only looked at me with curious eyes. He sensed the change in my behaviour immediately and it threw him for a loop â his amazingly brave little lamb was now laughing at him like the she was the wolf? His head tilted to the side as he tried to figure me out, but I only made sure he was watching me as I gestured thumbs up back to my friends.
The whole table erupted into cheers, Yeri was wildly gesturing something to me and it took a moment to realise she was trying to say I won. Her finger was pointing at her phone that had the stopwatch app open and she was laughing joyfully and sending me thumbs up. I grinned at her back, elated that I was able to not only overcome the initial fear but also best all the others.
Turning back to the ginger who was watching the whole interaction with curious surprised eyes, suddenly unsure and a little less dominant. I giggled at him, happily plucked the prepared colourful drink from his waiting hand and stood up, not before bowing to him slightly.
âThank you very much, I appreciate your help,â I teased him with a wide smile, going as far as to lean heavily into his side until my lips were almost pressed to his ear as he did to me earlier and then whispered my killer shot: âIt was pleasure doing business with you.â
With that I walked away, hips swaying side to side and confidence like Iâd never felt coursing through my veins. The atmosphere at the table was unrivalled, and I had to admit it was probably the most fun Iâd ever had on a night out so far, and I probably indulged in the free drinks far more than I should have.
But whenever Iâd start feeling a little bad for my behaviour, Iâd shyly look towards the bar, hoping I wouldnât see the man too upset. He wasnât. Anytime our eyes met, the wild primal hunger reflected in his would threaten swallow me whole, sending little shocks of pleasure and heat through my whole body.
That night I spent dancing feeling those eyes bore into me, eating up my every movement and salivating over me so openly I felt the fire of his lust all across the club. He never disappointed, never failed to deliver, and I lived for it.
And if I put on a little more show than I usually did while swaying my hips and dancing to slow sensual beats, that was only my business.
âI canât believe you managed to talk me into coming here again,â I muttered grumpily to Yeri, who was happily vibrating next to me, her wide grin almost infecting me with the joy as well, but I held steadfast and kept on a frown just because. To prove a point, actually.
The girls (the same group as last time) were excitedly chattering in the line right behind us as we stood in the blistering heat of the setting sun on the street, waiting to be let inside a club. Why yes, it was the same club as last time.
The fateful Saturday night happened already full two weeks ago, and since then I havenât stopped listening about it.
As my friends watched my interaction with the handsome stranger (the next morning, incredibly sore and hungover, I shamefully realised I didnât even know his name), it suddenly was less about the bet for them and more about rooting for me to go and actually fuck him. I was so embarrassed about their loud drunken outbursts, trying to push me back into his direction and very unsubtly begging me to go and âget some premium dickâ, but I stood my ground and never strayed from the dancefloor.
When we were leaving at 4 am â tired, already in the awful stages of slowly sobering up and with melting makeup and blistering feet, I was hounded the whole time about going to get his number at least (which I didnât). I told them some things just end this way and I was okay with it (I wasnât). In reality I was just a big fat coward.
The following two weeks were hell on earth â nobody, and I mean nobody, ever stopped talking about the ginger guy and how he had me folding with two or three lines and some charming smirks. The amount of scolding I got daily for not taking him up on his offer or at least giving him some contact info was insane, and I was slowly losing my patience with it.
Thatâs why when this Saturday the suggestion to go to the club again was thrown into the group chat, I knew it was more about them hoping Iâd bump into him again than actually liking the club itself. I fought, valiantly, but I was outvoted. Someone even tried vetoing my disagreement.
So thatâs how I found myself here, about to walk inside again in a black pleated mini-skirt, black crop with a heart cutout over my cleavage and cute little strapped heels (outfit courtesy of Yeri who wouldnât let me walk out of my room until she approved that I was âextremely fuckableâ) and some courageous makeup that I was slightly unsure about but everyone kept saying it was hot.
I was nervously shuffling, leaning into Yeriâs side as she started comforting me and calming me down.
âDonât you think itâs even more awkward, seeing him again after I fucked him over like that?â I mumbled into her shoulder, careful about not smudging my red lipstick all over her pretty pink dress. Her arm coiled around me tighter and she quickly shook her head, her curled hair hitting me int the face with every move.
âAbsolutely not, you think I didnât see the way he was eye-fucking you the whole rest of the night? That was foreplay, baby. Now itâs time for the main course,â she recited confidently, and finally pushed us towards the stairs down now that the whole group was inside. I didnât fully agree with her, to me it was obvious the connection kinda fizzled out by the end of the night, but I didnât want to burst her bubble.
Tonight Iâd go along with them, comfort them through the disappointment of him not being here (because what are the chances, honestly), and if he does show up Iâd give him the awkward wave and move on and then they can cry about how anti-climactic this whole thing was. Theyâll be sad for about ten minutes and then buy shots and promptly forget about any guys.
That was my plan for the night.
And for a while, everything went according to it. Coming down into the main hall of the club, all eyes (even mine, but Iâd never admit it out loud) eagerly turned to the bar which the man was glued to the entire time, only to not see any sign of the ginger bombshell. My heart quivered in disappointment only a tiny bit, but I didnât let them see, only gave them a look that screamed âI told you soâ and moved on.
During the first few rounds I scolded myself for actually letting myself get swayed by their words and hoping for his presence against my better judgement, and quickly convinced my heart that it was for the better he didnât show up.
For a few hours we danced and drank, and it almost seemed that everyone started forgetting the reason why they even pushed to come here, the whole experience slowly turning into a normal night out, when suddenly Yeri that was dancing next to me loudly gasped into my ear.
It alerted me to her, but before I could even turn to her, she started wildly slapping my shoulder until it hurt.
âOw, ow! Stop!â I slapped her hand away, considerably gentler than she did to me, and scowled at her slightly irritated with the commotion.
âHeâs actually here!â she screamed that in my face, but with the loud music pumping all around us she might as well been whispering. The statement took the wind out of the sails of my slight annoyance and I floundered, stuttering and staring at her wide-eyed.
When Yeri realised I was too shocked to look myself, she grabbed my shoulders and forcefully turned me in the direction of the bar. I almost wanted to close my eyes, not even wanting to believe he actually did come to the club two weeks later and now I was facing the real chance of a terrible let-down, but at the same time I yearned to catch another glimpse of the ginger demon that swung my world upside down in literal seconds.
Tonight he was wearing a plain black hoodie and wider jeans with a single cut on both of his knees, showing off some pale skin that glistened under the flashing lights. He sat in the same spot, which meant currently his back was turned to us and he was none-the-wiser to our presence. He was locked into a long conversation with one of the guys manning the bar. They seemed pretty friendly, which spoke of the fact that he was most probably a frequent visitor.
I felt my palms getting clammy as I suddenly sweated for a very different reason than before. Yeri was excitedly shouting and gesturing at the rest of the group, and I saw some of their very crude and very dirty gestures back, before I turned back to the bar blushing and embarrassed.
Before I knew it, Yeri was fighting our way through the crowd towards the bar and I twisted a little in her hold, panicking and ashamed.
âYeri, wait! God, please wait!â I pleaded with her, and something in my voice must have been truly desperate because she actually listened to me. With troubled eyes she gave me a once over, clocked in the shaky eyes and unsure knees, and then changed the direction towards the hall with toilets.
It was relatively calmer there, the bass still booming through the walls and the echo of the song playing reaching our ears, but we could actually speak in a semblance of privacy where usually no one lingered for too long.
âWhatâs wrong?â my best friend asked, and to her credit, she was truly worried, but I couldnât believe she didnât understand. I threw my hands out and looked at her incredulously.
âWhat do you mean âwhatâs wrongâ?â I asked her, exasperated, âWhat donât you understand about the fact that I maybe donât want to talk to him again?!â My voice raised a little, and I did feel bad about it, but the whole situation put me too much on edge to apologise immediately.
Yeri didnât seem to be too offended, instead she just watched me with her steady all-knowing eyes, and it felt like they saw all the way inside my insecure little soul. My face crumbled under the power of that, and I knew sheâd have me spilling everything to her anyway by the end of this conversation.
âY/N, you literally have nothing to worry about,â her guess was correct, just as I feared, and I avoided her softened loving gaze, âYouâre absolutely gorgeous, and I know you know that, and I know you think youâre too awkward⌠But you had that man literally drooling all over himself. He couldnât tear his eyes away from you until the moment you walked out of that bar. He wants you, a lot.â
âI know that we kind of stared at each other, but I donât knowâŚâ I told her and I hated how weak and vulnerable my voice turned as I spilled out my insecurities to her, âthe novelty kind of wore off, didnât it? Now Iâm just an awkward girl stuttering under the gaze of the hottest guy Iâve ever fucking seen. I could barely get a word out when he looked at me.â That had my friend smirking up a storm and I narrowed my eyes at her, already knowing she was about to annoy the shit out of me.
âYeah, and as someone who watched your entire interaction, he fucking loved it,â she said firmly, a teasing lilt to her words, âPlease, trust me. Do you trust me?â Of course I fucking trusted her, so I petulantly nodded, even though I was grumbling to myself that it had nothing to do with that.
âDo you trust that I have a set of functioning eyes?â she teased some more, grinning at me mischievously as she poked me in my ribs with her fingers. Even as I tried to stay upset, the laugh was punched out of me completely involuntarily and I found myself slowly relaxing. When I nodded, her grin turned all happy and toothy.
âThen trust me when I say that the moment you walk up to him, heâll be over the fucking moon,â her voice was soft and loving, and it almost made me a little mushy, âand trust me when I say that tonight heâll definitely not let you walk away from him.â She winked as she said that and I laughed at her, pushing her a little teasingly.
I did feel lighter and less stressed. I felt like I could actually go and talk to him again, and I smiled at my best friend, knowing she just wanted the best for me and was always on my side.
âAnd if he turns out to be a dick, then youâll come back and Iâll buy us a drink and weâll curse him out,â she added cheekily, already stepping away from me to head back onto the dancefloor. That made me laugh, because⌠as if I didnât say that before.
Rejuvenated and slightly more confident, I turned from Yeri and headed in the opposite direction she went in â straight to the bar. The guy was still sitting there, still turned away from me, but now he seemed to be back to not really engaging with anyone, not even the friendly smiling barman that was currently serving drinks to someone while laughing with his coworker⌠until he wasnât.
In an inopportune moment his head turned just right for me to graze the corner of his eye and then he was full on swinging around to do a double take, startling the poor guy he worked with. Suddenly there were two sets of eyes trained on me and I froze, blushing under their gazes as the recognition set in and teasing smirks played on both of their faces.
The dark-haired one then went to wave his hand, but immediately I realised it wasnât to greet me but to alert the ginger who was kind of just staring off into nowhere. To keep the element of surprise, I lunged into movement, basically jumping the last few steps and crashing into the bar in a terrible dĂŠjĂ vu, trying to look elegant and sexy even as I winced lightly at the impact.
My back was now turned to the two little shits behind the bar, and I could only imagine the expression on their faces, but I was too preoccupied with the wide-eyed stare from the man of the hour himself.
This time he shook off the surprise way quicker, relaxing almost immediately as he realised who I was, a truly smug smirk splitting his face. His gaze was unabashedly travelling all over me, taking in every detail, and I was suddenly reminded of how intense it was to be in the centre of his attention.
âWell, well, look who it is,â he drawled out, but it was more amused than anything and I slowly started letting go of the fear that he was incredibly mad at me for our last meeting, âwhat, looking for another free drink?â
I flushed with embarrassment, avoiding his eyes as much as possible, which wasnât that much of a great idea when that brought me to staring at his hands. His cursed, beautiful hands that never strayed too far from my dreams even as I tried to forget about the man.
They started flexing, stretching across the expanse of the thick glass and showcasing their strength, and I realised I was caught. Not giving him the satisfaction of seeing my plight, I turned my gaze somewhere slightly above his shoulder, fixating on a pillar or something that stood directly behind.
âSorry about that, it was a stupid game,â I stuttered out, trying to ignore his insistent attempts to move his head to where my eyes were trained at, âIt was quite rude of me.â He chuckled and I could basically feel the entertainment seeping off of him in waves.
âDonât worry about it princess,â the velvety purr was back and the ginger clearly decided that if I wasnât going to look at him, heâll just try every dirty trick in the book. He leaned into me, lips easily finding the shell of my ear as his hand weightily clasped over the exposed skin of my thigh.
âThereâs a very easy way for you to make it up to me,â he whispered languidly, caressing over me with his sweet words, âthis time when I buy you a drink, donât run off, as easy as that.â I was so embarrassed by my previous actions I found it hard to actually answer, so I just cleared my throat and hummed low in my throat in agreement.
He seemed satisfied with that, hand moving from my leg to possessively squeeze at my waist as if he was insuring I really wouldnât leave as soon as I got my drink, and I did have to laugh at that. His narrowed eyes hit me as soon as he heard my giggles, the teasing reprimand in them spoke volumes, but he stayed silent, hand waving for the barman while his eyes never left mine.
âWhatâs up,â came the low baritone of the guy as he came closer to us. I could clearly hear the amusement in his voice, but the informal address also didnât escape me, and I started wondering who this guy actually was. This time I would at least leave the bar knowing his name, if nothing else.
Tuning out while he was ordering, I was just about to ask for his name, when the teasing voice of the younger guy registered back into my brain.
âAnd would that be on the bar, Yoongi-hyung?â it was some kind of a joke, judging by (apparently) Yoongiâs scoff even as he clearly wasnât mad or annoyed, and he shot back with: âStop asking stupid questions, Tae.â It was all jokes and games, the two men laughing and smiling at each other, when I froze in his hold.
Wait a minute. On the bar. Yoongi. Hyung. A memory rushed to the forefront of my mind â Hana excitedly rattling off about a club she wanted to go to, that she heard about because apparently the word on the streets was the owners were super hot. Saturday, two weeks ago, as she dragged us off into this club. A club owned by some guy called Min Yoongi and his friend Jung Hoseok.
The very same guy that was currently watching me go through this whole rollercoaster of realisations with an amused grin on his face, hand still securely curled around my waist and pushing me into the bar.
Jesus fucking christ.
I wasnât actually sure whether I paled or blushed, but something crazy was happening with my face as I opened and closed my mouth like a beached fish fighting for its life, finger slowly lifting and wordlessly pointing towards the ginger man.
Yoongi finally couldnât hold it back anymore and burst out laughing, the pure joy on his face making him look even more impossibly handsome with his cute smile and eyes closed in glee, but then he was suddenly fixing me with another one of his cocksure smirks and leaning closer.
âOh kitten,â he purred, and his excitement was suddenly palpable between us, his whole body trying to curl around me eagerly, âdonât tell me you didnât even know whose hands you wanted to choke you so bad?â My breath got stuck in my throat fighting to stutter out, and then I was just all pliable and melting right in his arms. Thatâs all it took, and it was absolutely pathetic on my part, but I couldnât really bring myself to feel ashamed about it, especially not when Yoongi was pulling me closer, off the bar stool and nearly wedging me between himself and the wooden bar.
âCome on, princess, whereâs my cocky little tease telling me the naughtiest things and then walking away with a huge fucking grin on her face?â the man teased me, so close that his hot breath was hitting the crook of my neck as I shivered and trembled under him, âYouâre being such a good girl right now, Iâm beginning to think this might be another one of your ploys.â
At his words, a surge of confidence hit me, reinforced by the clear lust that was dripping off of his voice, off of his aura. Suddenly I was back to the night two weeks ago, preening under his starving eyes, each moment between us packed with so much unreleased sexual tension it might have set the whole club on fire.
While Yoongi tentatively nosed under my ear, testing the waters afraid heâd push me away by being too much too fast, I sneaked my arm up his back aiming to give him exactly what he wanted.
Snaking my hand into his hair, I heard his little sigh, body pulling into me a little further as he took it as an encouragement to continue. Just as his lips lightly kissed at my neck, the slightest sweetest hint of tongue tasting the salty sweat, I grabbed a handful of the ginger locks and pulled, dragging his face away from me.
The moment our eyes met, it was like an electric current went off between us, his pupils dilated and darkened, consumed with desire, and mine couldnât have looked much different. There was slight annoyance at my action written on his pretty face, but the grin was as amused as ever, pleased, even, that I dared to go against him.
My tongue slipped through my smirking lips very briefly, just teasing the man with little extra disobedience, and it worked to pull his attention, gaze trained on my blood red lips.
âThere she is,â he whispered that almost reverently, the unfiltered joy running through him on a shiver, and I saw the exact moment he lost the battle to his instincts and surged to claim my mouth in a searing kiss.
Only⌠he never got there. Yoongi abruptly stopped midway, eyes jumping somewhere behind my shoulder, and I almost whined out loud, so desperate for his attention after I had it for a few brief moments.
But then his grin turned nasty, just downright filthy, and a shiver of arousal plundered through me. Before I knew what was happening, brain already muddled by this guy almost beyond recognition, he was spinning me in his hold. My back hit his chest, his hand splaying over my stomach in the process, and I was greeted with a delicious sight.
There was a man sitting in the chair that I was previously occupying before Yoongi pulled me off to himself, he was leaning his head on his hand that was propped up on the bar, watching us with an amused smirk and hungry eyes. I flushed under his gaze, and also from realising that heâd been watching us, but with the slightest curl of shame in my stomach I found that I really didnât mind at all.
This guy was insanely attractive as well, he had dark hair slicked back and swept off of his forehead and an expanse of skin on show. He was also dressed in all black, but a very different vibe â dress pants that hugged his waist and hips nicely, accentuating his slim form, a silken blouse that was open all the way to his fucking belly button, but somehow it still looked extremely stylish and tasteful, covering just enough while giving you a taste of exquisite miles of honey-toned skin. He topped it off with a black suit jacket that fell past his hips and hung off of him nicely. For some reason he was also wearing his sunglasses, even here inside the club.
Looking at him made me feel like a horny nun in a sex shop. I swear to god I started sweating under his obviously interested eyes that peered over the rim of those black glasses and lingered on Yoongiâs possessive hold around my waist.
His hand swiftly tugged the sunglasses off and when he looked at my face again, there was a bright friendly smile on his, but something sharper and darker lurked beneath it, sending shivers down my spine in anticipation.
âHaving a fun night, hyung?â he asked, voice happy and teasing, a laugh spilling out of him effortlessly like it was natural for him to do that with every word. Behind me there was a slight rumble as well, and I could only guess what kind of expression graced the ginger manâs face, but something hungry reflected in the newcomer at seeing it.
âHoseok-ah,â Yoongi said in greeting and I jerked, recognising that name immediately. Amusement pulsed in the air, making me feel like I suddenly got caught between two starving wolves, while I just stood there wide-eyed and blushing. âYou wouldnât believe who returned to me tonight,â the older man continued, and I could hear the shit-eating grin in his intonation.
The hand that wasnât currently lightly caressing the exposed sliver of skin between my crop and my skirt lifted from its place on the bar and laid gently on my neck, hold just strong enough to feel its weight there and fix me in place, but not to actually grasp. My heart stammered a few times in my chest, a needy noise getting stuck in my throat and tampering off into a little whiny exhale. My face was burning, but the interest of the two men seemed to skyrocket at the sound.
âOh!â the exclamation out of Hoseokâs mouth was full of unbridled thrill and he leaned closer as well, recognising the gesture as something to do specifically with me in a way that sent shame and excitement through me, âLook who it is, our very own Cinderella!â Now when his gaze swept over me, there was a slight glaze over it, like he was putting the body to the tale he must have heard from Yoongi himself.
âSo this is she,â the dark-haired man said finally when his eyes feasted enough, sparkles reflecting in them as he stared me down before he offered me his hand. Kind of dumbfounded I reached for it on instinct, making me even more aware of Yoongiâs hands coiled all around my body.
Hoseok quickly grabbed it as soon as it got within his reach, but instead of a handshake he pulled my hand to his lips and tenderly kissed the top, eyes sending me cheeky glances as I blushed under the ministration.
âNice to meet you, Cinderella, my name is Hoseok,â he stated sensually, the fire that was steadily burning right under his surface momentarily showing, and then he pulled back all sunshiney and smiley again, like he wasnât staring me down like a predator just a second ago.
âOh, thatâs right,â Yoongi suddenly mumbled, and I shamefully realised I was so pulled into Hoseokâs aura I forgot about the presence glued to my back, âWhat is your name, princess?â The dark-haired man in front of me suddenly gasped loudly, jokingly slapping his friendâs shoulder in reprimand.
âHyung, you havenât asked her till now?â he whined loudly, draping himself over the counter a little bit and making himself comfortable leaning his head on his hand again, âHow incredibly rude of you. You were about to stick your tongue down her throat without even introducing yourself.â I flushed at the reminder of what got interrupted by Hoseokâs arrival, quickly averting my eyes and staring at the floor shyly.
There were few chuckles all around, and then the hands released me. I stumbled a little, not expecting to lose my tether and allowing my legs to grow weak knowing I was being held up, but thankfully Hoseok seemed to have quite quick reflexes, and his hand shot out to grab my hip, righting me on my feet. I mumbled my thanks and leaned on the bar casually like I was just waiting for my drink, trying to ignore the mounting sexual tension between the three of us.
Quickly clearing my throat, I hoped to dispel the slight awkwardness that suddenly overtook me, drumming my fingers on the bar. Suddenly realising that the drink Yoongi ordered for me stood completely forgotten and melting there, I reached for it and started downing it while I felt their amused but still ravenous eyes on my figure.
âI know, Hobi-ya, Iâve been such a bad host,â Yoongi purred out, fingers playing with the glass with what I assumed was whiskey. Since every time my gaze got stuck on his perfect hands his ego seemed to grow even more (which I thought to be impossible, but Yoongi proved to be an impossible man, so it checked out), I tried to avoid the sight, but my eyes still got dragged down every once in a while, lured in by the massive rings flashing under the lights and the pretty veins flexing with every movement.
There was some rapport between them, shooting one clever dirty remark after another, but I sort of tuned them out for a moment, getting lost in the world of possibilities that opened before me quite abruptly. I try to win a bet and end up getting chatted up by not one, but two owners of the very club. I almost wanted to run off just to whisper this to Yeri and giggle about it with Hana, some slight snickers escaping my mouth at the image of her wide-open mouth at finding out who these guys were.
âWhat are you laughing at, Cinderella?â a voice right next to my ear tears me out of my musings, and I immediately shuddered, feeling the hot puff of air of his breath hitting the tender skin of my neck. Hoseok was grinning at me wickedly when I turned to him, so close I could count all of his perfect pretty lashes.
Belatedly I realised I never actually introduced myself, the conversation getting derailed immediately and I got so flustered I forgot he even asked, so I cleared my throat and said: âMy nameâs Y/N.â It came out a little scratchy still, emphasizing how deliciously nervous they made me, which in turn served to excite them even more â I could see it in their dark expectant eyes.
Then I smirked, regaining a little bit of sense now that I wasnât helplessly caught in Yoongiâs sweet net. âAnd thatâs none of your business,â I added, barely supressing the desire to stick out my tongue at him. Iâd keep that one in the arsenal, I was sure Iâd get many a chance to be bratty at him until the morning.
Hoseok hummed, a spark running through him at the tiniest bit of attitude, but then he smirked back.
âI see what you mean, hyung, you do have to push her a little to get to that fire,â the dark-haired man said almost too conversationally, like they were discussing their favourite drinks. His head tilted as he regarded me and I felt almost undressed under the weight of that stare. Looking at him, he was clearly already thinking of how heâd like to push me to get the reactions he wanted, so I chose to ignore him even as heat threatened to overtake my face.
Instead I narrowed my eyes at Yoongi, who was trying to look as innocent as possible but he couldnât hide the devilish spark about him, his smile a little too sharp to get away with anything.
âWhat exactly have you been telling him?â my voice tilted in faux anger, but there was a grin tugging at my lips even as I was attempting to fix him with my stare. Needless to say, he wasnât intimidated in the slightest.
Leaning forward, until our noses were almost brushing and our breaths mingled, and I felt my knees getting a little weak again, he grinned. âNothing but the truth.â We were locked in what Iâd call an eye-fucking staring contest, but neither of us wanted to back down. As I started to feel a little more comfortable in their presence, I quickly found my spine again, and they clearly liked when I sassed them a little. So I let go and slipped into my usual stance.
âWell, I originally came here to talk shop, but this is much more interesting,â came Hoseokâs voice from our right, and we both looked over at the same time. He was watching us with an obvious smile, but not the ones like before, no. This one made me shiver (as if they havenât been doing that for the entire night).
I quickly spun around, leaning on the bar with my back instead of my front, and looked seemingly carelessly into the crowd, partly trying to annoy them a little and partly actually searching for Yeri to make sure she knew I was okay.
âI donât know what youâre talking about, thereâs clearly nothing happening,â I sing-songed slyly, making sure I put a little distance between all of us. Yoongi, who was clearly the one more experienced with me bolting, was shifting around on his stool, and for the first time that evening I realised how much they both towered over me even with my heels, even when they both sat and I was standing. It was exhilarating, like getting slowly sweetly hunted.
I made eye contact with my best friend exactly the second two hands from two different directions wrapped around me and fixed me to place, Hoseokâs elegant hand squeezing at my waist while Yoongiâs bejewelled one made itself home in the crook of my neck, as close to grabbing me by the throat as he could get away with in the middle of a crowded club.
I stuttered out a gasp, my thoughts screeching to a halt and Yoongi took the chance to dip down to my ear and whisper: âYouâre not running away from us that easily, pretty girl.â I couldnât help the little smirk, thinking back to Yeriâs words promising me that if I went to speak to him, he wouldnât let me go again. Oh how right she was, and sheâd be super annoying about it later, but right now I was so glad she convinced me to go Iâd accept all the teasing later.
Yeri was watching the interaction with sharp eyes, face a little worried at the sudden appearance of a second man. She raised her hand in the universal âokâ gesture, a question written into her features. I quickly nodded, not wanting to leave her hanging, and then turned to Yoongi and staring right into his eyes.
âIf I knew you were this desperate for me, Iâd have given you a few more crumbs last time,â I teased him shamelessly, too satisfied with myself for Yoongiâs liking. He growled lightly, the rumble rising through his chest and throat and vibrating on my shoulder. The ginger ducked his head back into my neck and then there was a quick warning nip to the soft skin, which had me gasping breathlessly, thrumming in their arms.
Hoseok was quietly laughing to my right, free hand amusing itself by playing with my dark curled hair while he amusedly watched his hyung getting provoked like that.
With blown out pupils and wild heart jumping around in my chest I turned again to find Yeriâs eyes once more. She was glancing our way occasionally, and by now the other girls noticed as well, all hooting and hollering and gesturing at me happily. I grinned back, and then pulled out my phone from my little bag and tapped it so everyone saw. It was our gesture to have them check their messages.
With that I slowly pulled myself from their hands, and as possessively as they both clutched at me, once I actually showed the intent to leave, they both let go easily, leaning back in their chairs. I could see the moment of nervousness in Yoongiâs eyes, probably afraid heâd taken it too far with the bite, but I smirked at both of them, trying to ease them a little.
âGentlemen, I need to use the restroom,â I announced heartily, thrusting my bag into Hoseokâs hands, âI trust this will be safe with you.â With a little wink, clutching my phone in hand, I turned on my heel and happily bounced through the throngs of people towards the quiet hallway.
Once there, I quickly pulled up the group chat, not being able to keep this all to myself anymore.
Petty bitch: you wonât fucking believe me what I found out
The slew of messages was immediate, some begging for the tea and some berating me for texting them when I had two very hot men to make out with.
Pink nightmare: istfg if you donât tell me now
Petty bitch: calm down lol, iâm not gonna leave you hanging
Petty bitch: you know who these guys are?
Petty bitch: min yoongi and jung hoseok
Dressed to distress: ARE YOU FUCKING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW??????
Dressed to distress: Y/N YOU BETTER NOT BE PULLING YM BALLS RIHGT NOW
Dressed to distress: istfg you better go there and fuck them until they canât walk or iâll never speak to you again
Pink nightmare: i think Hana almost passed out when she read that
Dressed to distress: shut up itâs big news
Dressed to distress: itâs THE min yoongi and jung hoseok
Dressed to distress: FUCK THEM. N O W.
I was laughing at the endless barrage of messages, Hana and Yeri taking over the group chat with their combined freaking out and subtle threats to end our friendship if I leave again. The smile on my face was fixed permanent at that point, and the warmth spread through me quickly knowing I had such support out there, even though it was about getting fucked senseless.
Petty bitch: aye aye captain, will do sir
Dressed to distress: you better
Petty bitch: you were right tho yeri, about what you said before
Pink nightmare: i know ;)
With one last smile at the screen, I locked the device again and made my way back to the bar, where the two man conversed leisurely. A third chair was pulled between them, waiting and empty, and Hoseok was still securely clutching onto the little red handbag. I supposed that was the only reason they were being so chill, though I wouldnât understand anyone that would be able to walk away from them for the second time.
Confidently walking over, I went straight for the empty stool and sat down without glancing at either of the men, instead gesturing at the smiley barman, Tae if I remembered correctly. He waved at me and without saying anything he started preparing my drink.
Well, there was a certain advantage to being the girl that his bosses were about to fuck.
Said men didnât waste a second and immediately engulfed me in their warmth, flanking both my sides, hands wandering around the small of my back or the exposed skin of my thighs (that one was definitely Yoongi, judging by the cooling feeling of heavy jewellery dragging across the heated skin that made me shiver more than I was prepared to admit).
A small talk started up between us, talking about mostly nothing or inconsequential things, about what we did that day or whether I also got mad at the latest change in bus schedule (Hoseok got weirdly passionate about that, considering he most definitely either drove a high-end car or even had a chauffeur).
But it was increasingly more difficult to pay attention to a single thing that was said when their hands slowly but surely strayed more and got bolder and bolder, with Hoseokâs sliding up, up, under my little top, until his thumb was sliding across the line of my bra, while Yoongi had managed to slowly inch his way almost all the way under my skirt. He was so close to accidentally brushing against the edge of my panties, and it was driving me insane.
I was endlessly squirming in my seat, legs constantly fighting to either fall further open or squeeze under the rush of sensations, either giving the smug man more opportunities to caress my inner thigh or just trapping his hand there.
And as if sensing what Yoongi was doing, and how he kept me on edge, Hoseok begun inching his head closer, leaning in until I felt every word he said on the skin of my naked shoulder, until his soft lips were brushing against me with every laugh and murmur, sometimes even giving up the pretence of polite conversation and just openly kissing his way around my crop when he wasnât talking.
It took me entirely too long to realise they were just winding me up on purpose, finding new stupid stuff to bring up just to prolong the sweet torture.
I snapped sometimes in the middle of a heated debate over soap dispensers in public bathrooms, just as Yoongi was detailing his thought process over choosing the ones they had in their restrooms.
âAre you planning to finger me right here on the bar?â I jumped into his spiel, the frustration bleeding into my voice, âOr are we going to talk about soap until morning?â Yoongi immediately shut up, amused grin playing on his lips and his hand flexing on my thigh at the mention of fingering. Hoseok also froze where he was in the middle of gently mouthing at the back of my neck, and I felt his lips pull into a smirk.
Tae that was just passing by looked horrified though and started protesting basically as soon as I was done with my little outburst.
Before I knew what was happening, both men were on their feet and pulling me along, each one hand in their grasp. There was a quick understanding between them, and they both started off in the same direction.
âI thought youâd never ask,â Hoseok purred, overcome by the excitement, âNo matter how hot fingering you at the bar would be, letâs reserve that for when the clubâs closed.â The promise of future endeavours worked like a charm on me, and I quickly melted into their embrace, speeding up to keep up with their rushed steps.
Turns out, they were going towards a dark door, coloured just well enough to blend into the walls. Yoongi impatiently started unlocking it, almost barging into it once the key finally turned. It opened to a narrow little barren hallway that ended in stairs going up.
The three of us couldnât fit there side by side, so I ended up with Hoseokâs arm around my shoulders with Yoongi going ahead, taking the stairs by two. Up there was a little space and a singular door, which finally led into what must have been their office space.
It was a nice room, a little dark, there was only a single small window and it was currently night outside, but it was decorated nicely, giving it a modern yet cozy feel. There was a dark wood desk in one corner, with a massive chair behind it, and a nice little conference table with a comfortable sofa in the other.
Hoseok led us straight towards there, but just as I wanted to move to sit on the nice dark blue furnishing, I was pulled down by the man and we both tumbled onto the soft carpet instead. He cleverly manoeuvred me so that once down, I ended up almost in his lap, and his arm coiled around my waist quickly to keep me pressed up against him.
Iâd have laughed at his cheekiness, I would have, but then his face was buried in my neck and finally kissing in earnest, and all that came out of me was a pleased sigh. There was clinking coming from somewhere behind us, but I ignored it in favour of running my hand up Hoseokâs back until it was tangled into his styled hair. He released a few pleasured chuffs and then he was pulling back.
I whined, I couldnât help myself, and I wasnât even particularly ashamed of it once I saw his teasing smile. The dark-haired man amused himself by pressing in closer, our lips only a breath away, and then jerking from me when I tried to close the distance, laughing in earnest at my frustration.
His hands kneaded my hips, similarly pulling me close enough but then keeping me in place when I tried to shuffle closer, until I had enough. I was so turned on, not only from the teasing from before, worked up from their gentle touches on the bar, but also from being so close to finally having what I wanted only to be entertainment for him. So fine, if he wanted to play, letâs play.
Using the hand in his hair, I tugged at it a little harsher than before, enough to jerk Hoseokâs head back as he wasnât expecting it. A little hiss of pain escaped his lips, but even as I quickly descended on him I saw the swirl of arousal in his eyes. Using the moment of surprise, I finally crashed our lips together and barrelled into him, not giving him a chance to stop me when I finally climbed atop his lap properly and made myself home there.
He took it all in stride, giving me what I wanted, happily so if his overjoyed little noises were anything to go by. I didnât give him a chance to tease more by controlling the pace of the kiss, instead I kissed him filthily from the beginning, going in hard.
Hoseok matched my pace easily, accepting all of my desire and doubling it with his own, wasting no time in licking into my mouth, pushing his tongue in and claiming me thoroughly. We battled for dominance briefly, our tongues messily pushing against each other, the kiss descending into heated wet chaos, but it was mind-meltingly good and I couldnât stop the outpouring of moans that the man eagerly swallowed and answered with his own.
When we finally separated for air, I suddenly became aware of the fact that Iâve been rocking against him as his hands firmly gripped at my waist, supporting the flow of my movements.
We breathed heavily into each other, my brain already muddled and its only goal turning to getting railed into oblivion. Hoseokâs gaze was trained somewhere off to my left and I turned, being greeted by the sight of Yoongi leisurely sprawled over the sofa, whiskey glass hanging from his hand.
His eyes were beyond starving, fixed on us in a manner that excited me as much as it unnerved me, but then Hoseok was chuckling into my ear and whispering âhyung must like the showâ and my head was spinning with the force of lust that surged through me.
This time when I lunged for another kiss, the man was already expecting me, accepting me. Hoseok was full of eager noises, sighs and moans and groans, all escaping into my hungry mouth and sounding through the room alongside the wet smacking of our lips. And I wasnât far behind, the quiet moans spilling out freely as my hips jerked over the man, this time very much with purpose.
There was a bulge increasingly hardening right beneath my soaked centre, and every time I rubbed against it there was a hitch in both of our staggered breathing. My skirt has long since ridden all the way up, pretty much exposing my panties to Yoongiâs eager eyes as he watched me hump his friend.
Our mouths fell apart for breath, but Hoseok immediately trailed wet scorching kisses down my jaw and neck, licking into the skin there. At first I didnât even realise when the scales of power started tipping the other way, not until I was suddenly pulled up and slammed down on the little table, splayed on my back and with a very horny man attached to me and pushing me into the sturdy wood.
My head was spinning and I could barely see through the haze, the fog filling my mind with every swipe of Hoseokâs talented tongue, and when I bumped into something I didnât even care that much. Not until the dark-haired man bit down hard at the junction of my neck and I threw my head back with a debauched scream, body seizing and arms flying back in an attempt to grasp onto something.
Soft jean material was suddenly between my fingers, and I started slowly noting that there was a bony leg underneath it.
Hoseokâs hips relentlessly pushed into mine, jerking into me and letting me feel every inch of his now erect cock, still confined to his silken pants.
âGoing to ruin your expensive slacks, pretty boy,â I gasped out with a laugh and the man scoffed into the skin in the crook of my neck. His hips slowed down to a drawled-out grind, torturing me with delicious drag of the prominent bulge through the thin material of my panties.
I felt his big strong hand splayed out on the meat of my thigh, holding my leg curled around his hips and pinning me into place.
âIâm not a teenager anymore, angel, I can hold my own,â he purred between licks and kisses, enjoying the slowed down pleasure as it made me squirm in impatience, since the turn in pace was quite sudden.
âOh yeah? Youâre already a big boy?â I teased right back, little gasps and moans escaping me with every sharp nip to my neck. I was already breathless, writhing around on the table under a man who seemed to be gradually more and more cocksure as the seconds ticked by.
Hearing my words, he ground his hips into me with surprising force, shocking a moan out of me. âCanât you feel for yourself?â he giggled into my ear, upping the tempo and force behind his thrusts until I was thrown around and had no idea where was up and down.
Brain overrun with pleasure, any kind of smart retort died in my throat under the sudden onslaught of pleasure coursing through me, only desperately holding onto Hoseokâs shoulders while he ravaged me. The little table pitifully squeaked under us, but it seemed it would hold even with how wild he was getting.
âOh? No more witty remarks?â he now fully teased, enjoying this little game we had going, âDo you only behave when youâre fucked into oblivion?â
Before I could respond, Hoseok straightened out, hands migrating to hold down my hips as he jerked into me and laughed down at me. I couldnât even begin to imagine what sight I made â flushed, with messy hair and red lipstick smeared around my lips. His eyes drank me up hungrily, mouth open and tongue licking his lips like I was the most delicious dessert. There was a tinge of red on them from mine too, and with his blown out eyes it painted such an erotic picture I felt myself clench around nothing.
A deep dark chuckle from behind me made me remember the fact that there actually was another person here with us, but I didnât turn to look at him. Instead I channelled all my energy into smirking towards Hoseok.
He himself was far from collected, a tiny line of sweat breaking out at his hairline and his cheeks were a healthy red colour, eyes hazy and dark. Sensing my rebellion, he smiled sweetly and waited for what Iâd grace them with.
âAnd you think you have it in you to do that?â I gasped out cheekily, almost even winking at him, but instead I settled for letting my tongue peek out slightly and poking my upper lip with it, âA healthy confidence is sexy, but donât oversell yourself, pretty boy.â
The moment Hoseokâs eyes darkened with slight aroused irritation, face pulling into a hard dominant mask, I knew Iâd succeeded in pushing his buttons just right. I felt the hands holding me tighten, but his hips abruptly stilled.
A disbelieving chuckle came from Yoongi, who must have been comfortably sitting on the sofa behind us watching everything unfold. âNow youâve done it, princess,â his deep raspy voice rumbled amusedly.
Anticipation set heavy into my bones, my whole body thrumming in excitement while I watched the tick in Hoseokâs jaw. I could almost see the cogs turning in his head, no doubt coming up with some way to punish me.
âWell, I think we have to teach our little guest some manners, donât you hyung?â it was like a switch turned in him and there was no trace of the happy smiley man he was mere minutes ago, now only intense determination shined through his face as he began pulling away from me.
Yoongi hummed, then there was a sound of shifting and suddenly the manâs breaths were hitting my ear, the goosebumped skin of my neck shivering at his abrupt proximity. âI couldnât agree more, Hob-ah,â the ginger whispered, but in the quiet office it was still perfectly audible.
The smirk that split Hoseokâs face was completely different from the one before and it frankly sent shivers down my spine in a somewhat jittery excitement.
Both men then stood up, leaving me alone on the table. Before I knew it, I was whining like a little abandoned pup, scrambling to get up as well, but a firm gesture to stay from Hoseok had me freezing in my spot, only a whimper escaping my mouth where I laid.
I watched them as they rummaged through a small closet, each pulling out something else. When they turned back to me, Yoongi was hiding something behind his back while Hoseokâs hand was wrapped around with some colourful piece of cloth. They made no move closer to me though, just stood there and watched me sprawled out on the little table.
I was squirming under their heated gazes, a little unsure and a lot desperate. I just wanted their hands on my body, their cocks stuffed in whatever hole they pleased, but I was so awfully alone there on that little table â that must have been illegal. Fighting the whimpers from trickling out of my mouth, I seeped in my embarrassment and lust, eyes begging them for anything.
âLook at her hyung,â Hoseok started, ever the more talkative one of the duo, âlook how obedient and desperate she gets when we take the pleasure away from her.â The older manâs eyes glided over me for the thousandth time, hungry and burning, and I almost cowered from them on instinct.
âNot so mouthy now, are we princess?â he teased as well, in that voice of his that made me embarrassingly aroused.
Within moments Hoseok was back onto me, but now he just grabbed my waist and pressed me into the wood, arms and hips holding me from squirming but not touching me in any relief-inducing way.
I almost whined again when suddenly Yoongiâs hands entered my periphery from above, where he was situated back on the sofa behind me. While Hoseok held me still, the man grabbed both of my hands and started gently fastening a tie around the wrists, slowly enough to let me see what he was doing and loosely enough for me to protest anytime.
But the second I saw that happening, my breath hitch in excitement and I arched into Hoseokâs hands, the man quietly snickering to himself.
âThis okay?â Yoongiâs voice was completely serious, devoid of any teasing from before. I nodded, but quickly remembered myself and before he could ask I rasped out a âyes!â. The answering smile washed over me along with a little murmur of âgood girlâ and I positively melted under them, hips desperately pushing down to find Hoseokâs.
âAre you familiar with the colour system?â the dark-haired man asked this time, eyes trained on his hyung carefully twisting and turning the tie to properly fasten a comfortable safe knot on it. I caught myself as I started nodding again, and instead croaked out another affirmative, pulling satisfied smiles out of them just as Yoongi lightly yanked on the binding and the knot shrank and tightened until it was snugly sitting on the skin of my wrists.
âAnything, and I mean anything, feels weird â donât hesitate to let us know,â with last comforting murmur Yoongi moved back to sit onto the sofa â my nod must have been enough for him â and as he went my arms stretched backwards over my head. The ginger leisurely held onto the fabric like it was a leash, giving me slight room to move, but keeping his presence known.
Hoseokâs reassuring smile melted into a smug smirk and I held my breath in anticipation, ready to accept anything the man had in store for me. But instead of returning to me, he pulled back once more, the hands on my hips now almost bruising.
In a split of a second I found myself flipped over. My front hit the table with a big clank, almost sending the poor piece of furniture to the ground and knocking the wind out of me. Hoseok released a big breath, one hand pushing at the small of my back and keeping me pinned down, while the other started a slow journey up the outside of my thigh.
His teasing fingers at first only lightly grazed underneath the skirt, caressing the sensitive yearning skin before finally pushing the clothing out of the way, completely exposing my panties clad ass to the room. I shivered slightly, but the temperature was comfortable and I was only filled with overwhelming waves of lust and eagerness.
Hoseokâs hand gently caressed the skin for a moment, sometimes kneading and grabbing at the meat of my ass and lulling me into a false sense of security, before abruptly pulling back and landing a harsh slap on the right cheek. I gasped out a choked moan, whole body jerking forward with the force until my hips barrelled straight into the table. A loud bang of the table taking the hit combined with my noise of pleasure sounded through the room in a strange yet satisfying cacophony.
In this position I could clearly see Yoongi lounging back on the sofa watching us with dark eyes, hands flexing on the tie holding my bound wrists. His eyes jumped to mine the second his friend started administering the chosen punishment, something predatory swimming in them at my reaction. In that moment he felt more like a beast than a man, and one that wanted to eat me whole. The thought made me shudder, but in the best way possible.
I was quite sure that my own eyes must have been dazed and hazy with lust, as I could barely see through the film of pleasure blinding me, and Yoongi seemed to love that more than anything.
âGive her another, Hobi,â he encouraged the dark-haired man, and I realised he was probably monitoring whether I was okay as much as enjoying the view.
But all thoughts of anything flew right out of my mind the moment Hoseokâs hand descended onto me again, this time to the left side. The shock of pain ran through me like a zap of electricity, melting into pleasure as soon as it hit my bloodstream. The vision of Yoongi in front of me blurred as my eyes rolled back, a strangled moan releasing into the tensed air between us.
The next four spanks came quickly one right after the other, alternating between the cheeks and leaving behind stinging buzzing skin, more sensitive with every touch. I felt the burn there, and the ache of my hips continuously ramming into the wooden table also kept reminding me my position. But I didnât care, too busy trying to dampen down my increasingly more high-pitch desperate groans and moans, before I embarrassed myself too much.
The wetness building up between my thighs was almost embarrassing, and I started to worry any moment I would start dripping down my legs just over a few spanks, and then Hoseok would never let me live it down.
Speaking of the devil, the man switched again to gently caressing the reddened tender area, humming lowly in his throat. I slumped onto the table, whining and whimpering at every soft swipe of his hand, every delicate pinch and handful he grabbed. Yoongi was smirking at me, but stayed silent, giving his friend all the space to do whatever he wanted.
âLook at you, being such a good girl now,â he purred slowly behind me, pushing his erection into my clothed core once more and teasing me with the hardened bump griding into me. The sudden realisation that I was wet enough for squelches to be heard with his tight thrusts hit me square in the chest and pushed another pathetic moan out of my throat. His hands once again pinned me down by my hips, making sure I wasnât squirming underneath him and wouldnât try to grind back at him, but I heard him groaning under his breath when he realised the same thing as well.
âAll I had to do was spank you a little and put you in your place, and suddenly youâre all out of smart remarks,â Hoseok continued smugly (if a little breathlessly), hips smoothly riding me. I could hear his little sighs and half-moans with every thrust, obviously more desperate for relief than he was trying to let on.
I wanted to speak back to him, but my mind was blank, filled only with thoughts of his cock and his hands on me. Opening my mouth, only thing that was able to come out were strangled groans, and I worried I might start drooling soon too. And even if I did manage to speak, no doubt the only thing Iâd be able to formulate would be pleas for Hoseok to stuff me full of his cock and fuck me dumb.
Yoongi was watching me with amusement, like I was pathetic, and the humiliation was burning through me and heightening everything I was already feeling.
âAw, look at her hyung,â Hoseok continued, âcanât even speak now.â The older man hummed in satisfaction, tugging lightly on the tie and jostling me into paying more attention to the interaction. I put the last strains of brain power into talking back, the final try before I would be too lost and cock drunk.
âSo pleased with yourselves, arenât you boys,â the words came out of my mouth slightly slurred, but the cheeky lilt was still clearly detectable, and I chuckled tiredly, shimmying under Hoseokâs firm hands to try and get his cock closer to me.
To which the man swiftly reacted by pulling his hips away and instead bending over me. I felt the feather-light brushes of his shirt over the exposed parts of my back, but Hoseok never came any closer â not enough to feel his skin, only to have the feverish warmth of his body seep slowly into me from above.
âBe careful what you say, pretty,â his low voice warned me, the words delivered a touch too sensually to fully register in my mind, âthat is, if you wanna get fucked tonight.â
âHow many spanks did you get, princess?â Yoongiâs question came before my hazy brain could even fully process Hoseokâs warning, but I managed to choke out the answer, muddled mind going through the sharp delicious impacts to my skin.
Both men hummed, pleased that I kept track even without being told to. Hoseok finally lowered himself onto me, chest plastered to my back, skin pasted to skin by a thin sheen of sweat.
âNow, I was considering letting you off with six,â he murmured straight into my ear, âbut it seems you do need the whole ten.â Then he was gone, only reminder of his presence was the sudden cold spot over me and the tingles running through my skin where we touched, and I shivered. My hips still pushed back needily, and he let me for a few moments, before his hand was back to caressing the throbbing red skin of my bottom.
The first spank was a fast one, delivering a more intense sting than the ones before. I gasped and braced myself, eagerly pushing my ass out and arching my back. Someone chuckled, and I had a hard time deciphering who, all my attention channelled into the two hands fondling the meat of my ass leisurely.
The press of his fingers into the burning flesh was something I swore Iâd be able to remember 20 years from now, the sensation almost classifying as a life-changing event for my pathetic little brain as the anticipation of the next three spanks drove me crazy with need.
âSheâs presenting nicely like a bitch in heat,â a deep voice whispered breathlessly, mockery and arousal mixing into his tone, âare we sure this is even a punishment for her?â In lieu of answer only a whiney moan left my mouth, hips shaking desperately and attempting to push back just as Hoseok delivered another sharp blow.
The last two were a little hazy for me â they came in a fast succession and immediately after the calming cooling caress of Hoseokâs hand returned, his voice soothing me with reassuring coos and purrs.
âWhat a good girl,â Yoongi whispered, tugging at the tie again to check on me. The praise poured over me, replenishing me body and soul like I was a thirsty traveller stumbling upon an oasis, and I slowly raised my head from the wood to blearily blink at the man. I was pretty sure there was a line of drool connecting me to the table, but I was too fried to care.
The ginger smiled at me, looking pleased more than anything, but still giving his younger friend free reign. Said man gave my bum a few more gentle pats before he helped me turn around on my back again, hooking my legs over his elbows to make it a little easier for me.
His face was flushed, a predatory grin spread over his face. I watched a drop of sweat slide down his neck and plunge down the perfect almost exposed chest, and while the manâs hair was all messy from our previous kissing, lips red from the lipstick I wore, his clothes were still firmly in place.
He was watching me with such overwhelming desire I almost melted right on the spot, the full force of my arousal making itself known in a single burst of fire. Suddenly the wetness in my panties became nigh unbearable, and my pussy fruitlessly clenched and oozed more juice in hopes of getting stuffed soon. And with Hoseokâs cock so close to my centre I was going even more mad with it.
âWhat do we think, baby? Have we learnt our lesson?â he asked me in a cheery voice, the taunting lilt provoking me and pushing my heated brain into overdrive to come up with a swift comeback. In the end I let the lust override the reason and blurted out what I really wanted.
âWe think,â I started, my voice all breathless with a little rasp, âthat maybe you should bury your pretty face in my cunt.â Immediately after those words tumbled out of me, a blush overtook my face in unexpected shyness. Even now I was still getting embarrassed â Iâve never bratted this much to anyone and Iâve certainly never said those exact words before â it was as exhilarating as it was terrifying.
Hoseok tsked at me and then looked to the older man while lightly shaking his head in faux disappointment.
âOh dear, I think itâs only making her mouthier,â some darker breathier excitement crept into his voice, and it had me alerted in an instant, âwhat do we do, hyung?â The beastly smirk Yoongi gave in response felt like a bucket of ice water hitting me straight into my face, and I realised that they were planning something more from the beginning and I just played straight into their hands.
âI know these types, Hoseok-ah,â the ginger played along, but he was too excited to sell it properly, âand only one thing ever seems to work on them.â With that his hand reached somewhere down the sofa and grabbed a thin black flexible stick.
A whip. He had a whip.
My mind got transported back to before they spanked me, how Yoongi seemed to hide something behind his back. I got distracted real fast after that, but this must have been it.
Iâd never used it before with anyone and as much as slight nervousness set into me, it was heavily overshadowed by the rush of exhilaration. With a single look at it I felt my body jerk in response, pussy clenching and singing in praise.
âLetâs see how bratty you are when youâre too busy crying from overstimulation, princess,â debauchery dripping off of him like pouring rain, pelting me right in my weakest points and leaving me gasping and breathless. I very much did want to see that.
A loud snapping of fingers had me whirling my head back to Hoseok who wore a serious expression, only getting emphasised by the obvious lust swirling in his blackened orbs.
âColour, baby?â he rasped out, hands kneading the meat of my thighs slowly, in a hypnotising loop of thrills. I swallowed with some difficulty, getting steadily pulled into his intense gaze.
âG-green,â I stuttered out, buckling under the sudden aura these two were exuding, like I only now realised that I was in the presence of two domineering men. The slight hesitation before my answer was noticed as well, and while I was merely taking my time to know surely this is something I wanted, the men seemed to be worried by it.
âYou sure?â Hoseok enquired again, mellowing out the rough touch into a gentle caress to make me more comfortable. I nodded, hurriedly and a tad too excitedly, drawing a chuckle from Yoongi still sitting behind me.
âYes. Green,â I repeated, this time firmer and surer to chase away any doubts they could have. Yoongiâs hand started a slow path along the sensitive inside of my arm, his energy shifting into something more predatory and tangible, making sure I was aware of him.
âHave you ever played with a whip before, princess?â the ginger drawled out sensuously, amusement evident in his tone. I wanted to turn my head to look at him, but I couldnât tear my eyes away from the way Hoseokâs face crumbled back into lust.
âNoâŚâ the word slipped out of my mouth in a whisper. It almost felt like both of them were holding their breath for something, something that was escaping me in my scrambled state.
âAre you excited to try?â came the next question, now feeling Yoongi lightly nose at my wrists, just shy of kissing there, making me shudder under the sensation. I just breathlessly nodded, not having the strength to actually find my voice. The ginger snickered and smacked a loud kiss to one of my wrists.
âDonât worry baby, weâll go easy on you,â he whispered the promise and then pulled away again, gesturing at Hoseok to do what he wanted. The dark-haired man happily giggled and immediately grabbed my thighs, spreading them without much preamble.
I squeaked in surprise, hands jerking to go cover myself, but they got tugged back into Yoongiâs lap. Hoseok paid me no mind though, and didnât waste time in putting his lips to the smooth skin near my ankle, showing off with loud wet kisses trailing quickly down.
As he was descending down my legs, his quick skilful hands found their way beneath my skirt (that was barely covering anything anyway) and started tugging at my panties, dragging them up my thighs to take them off. The wet spot spanned almost the entire seat of the panties and the size of it would be more embarrassing if I didnât see the way Hoseokâs eyes rolled back at the sight, the excitement rushing through his body on a shudder. At the same time a veiny knuckley hand descended onto me from behind and tugged my crop up to release my tits from my bra.
Before I knew it Hoseok was bending over and had his face buried in my cunt while the handy little whip was teasingly circling one of my nipples. I barely managed to gasp out, drowning under sudden barrage of sensations and body growing confused under the different stimulations.
The dark-haired man started enthusiastically licking around my drenched folds, swiftly attaching himself to my clit and sucking with loud slurps, hands tightening on my thighs and keeping them thrown over his shoulders. The zap of pleasure hit me like a tank and I arched, mouth opening on a silent moan â and Yoongi, the bastard that he was, chose that exact moment to raise the whip and slap one of my nipples enough that it stung a little.
The desperate cry that left my mouth was almost unrecognisable from my voice, but it wasnât a negative noise â quite the opposite, if the rush of slick that hit Hoseokâs hungry mouth still latched onto my pussy was anything to go by. The man groaned, debauched and dark eyes rolling back into his skull, before redoubling his efforts and wildly licking and sucking at the swollen lips and clit, slowly working his tongue around my hole and pushing in.
While my body tried to cope with the flood of liquid fire from Hoseokâs eager ministrations, my brain was continuously stuttering under the stinging sensation of Yoongiâs whip slapping my nipples in a seemingly whimsical manner. The man of course, once he caught wind of my obvious interest, didnât hold back and used the little tool to alternatingly caress and lightly smack both of my breasts.
The dual stimulation made my brain melt quick, and soon I found myself to be a drooling moaning mess under the ministrations of two eager demons. I was teetering on the edge of cumming, the heat and pleasure accumulating in my lower belly until it was dangerously close to consuming me whole; and with every little suck on my clit and another hit from the whip I jerked a little closer to it snapping.
But it wouldnât be them if they didnât play with me a little, and every time Hoseok felt me nearing the edge he pulled off, roughly biting into the meat of my thighs to distract me with more delicious pain while watching his hyung distribute his own discipline on me.
âFuck, I donât think I can take it anymore,â he moaned helplessly into my skin finally, hand migrating to grab and fondle the bursting tent in his black slacks, groaning in relief immediately.
âGo ahead Hob-ah, have your fun,â Yoongi purred from the couch, the warmed leather of the whip now trying to soothe the sting with gentle caresses. The man didnât even answer verbally, only let himself slump into me with a loud moan.
Once again he wasted no time, hands scurrying to undo his pants. He quickly shucked of his blouse, revealing the beautiful smooth muscled torso he hid beneath. I only had a moment to fully sink in the beauty of his arms stretching as he pulled his top off before his trousers were pushed down his hips. Sinking all the way to his knees, Hoseok paid them no more attention as he started hurriedly fisting his flushed red cock just begging for release.
Reminiscent of my reaction to getting spanked, I was unwittingly spreading my legs and arching off the table to offer up my pussy to him on a silver platter. The sinful smirk he gave in response made me even wetter (if that was possible), and I released a series of high needy moans.
âLook at our baby, all mute and docile now,â Hoseok teased, smirking up a smug storm, somehow regaining some semblance of a composure. I couldnât find it in myself to reply, brain mush and hole wet and needy, so I just moaned again. It was so much easier to let myself ride the wave, to let all thoughts slip away and give myself over into their skilful hands â I felt no more need to sass back, I just wanted to cum. The two men giggled, and I heard a tearing of a foil packet, redirecting my dazed eyes towards Hoseok just to see him putting on a condom.
Anticipation ran through me, my horny mind recognising that I would be getting cock inside of me soon, needy cunt clenching and gushing desperately. Hoseok started pushing in practically immediately, impatient and wanting, and I was so wet and ready for him that he sunk in without a problem on the first stroke, pushing a helpless groan out of the man immediately.
I hadnât even stopped moaning yet when Hoseok pulled back and thrust back in, overriding my senses with burning pleasure â it felt like my brain was buffering and short-circuiting under the never-ending overwhelming sensations. I finally felt so deliciously full, and it scratched something deep inside me, body catching up quickly and erupting into mindless ecstasy. After a few experimental strokes he set a speedy pace, desperately pumping his hips into me, jostling me on the table. If he wasnât gripping onto my thighs so tightly, Iâd probably find myself sliding up with the force of his lust, while the dark-haired man lost himself to my wet heat.
The moans spilled out of him freely, bronze sweaty body rippling with the movements and teasing some abs. When I managed to take control of myself and perceive anything through my own desperate staccato moans and gasps, I saw the manâs hazy gaze, unfocused eyes glazed over with ecstasy. It made my own lust mount immeasurably, building on my previous almost-there orgasm and throwing me headfirst into heady bliss. The scorching heat gathering deep in my core spilled over shocks of fire through my bloodstream, getting more intense with every stroke, with every time his tip bumped into the magic spot inside of me and made me shudder, so close to release I could almost taste it on my fucking tongue.
Tugging on my hands alerted me to Yoongiâs presence, the stagnant whip now moving again, teasingly making its way across my chest and tummy, here or there thumping down lightly to keep me on my toes. I heard his purred-out hums and rumbles at my eager reactions even through Hoseokâs groans and gasps, even through the wet slapping of skin on skin as he pumped into me wildly.
Just when I got used to the feeling of the leather travelling across my skin, Yoongi distributed four quick slaps, alternating between my nipples. The impact made me jerk in surprise before the delectable mix of pleasure and pain caught up to me and poured through my veins and nerves and I cried out on a moan. I felt my body spasm, cunt clenching and trapping Hoseokâs cock into the warm pulsating walls. A loud desperate moan cut through the room, the dark-haired manâs hips stuttered into me, and I felt his cock throb and twitch inside of me â and it drove me fucking insane with need, my hungry wet cunt attempting to suck him deeper and deeper in mindless lust that overrode all rhyme and reason.
His face spoke of inconceivable bliss, screwed into a grimace of a man on the brink of glory, red and sweaty with mouth hanging open, and breathing hard. He stilled for a moment, trying to catch his breath, his cock lodged inside of me begging for release. For few long seconds we exchanged exhausted but content smiles before Yoongi became tired of being ignored.
His whip suddenly smacked my tummy, making me clench again and in succession torturing Hoseok further as he tried to stave off his oncoming orgasm. Our breaths hitched at the same time, our gazes trained to the little black tool slowly sliding down to my cunt. It seemed that both of us had an inkling as to what Yoongi was planning â considering Hoseokâs wink and winning smirk towards his older friend while I was filled with dark anticipation, gaze glued to the sight of it rising right above my mound and coming down almost in slow-motion.
The first smack to my clit almost made me cum on the spot, all the accumulated pleasure bursting in a blinding jolt making my body contort. Hoseokâs hips jumped forward, answering the endless squeezing of my cunt with breathless moans. I thought I heard Yoongi chuckle, but I wasnât sure through the ringing in my ears.
And then everything disappeared, melted out of my head in a barrage of moans full of honeyed lust as he started slapping my clit, swiftly, in a way that made it sting but the outpouring of achey pleasure that made everything staticky and muffled was worth it thousand times. The continuous feeling of a nearing climax mounting in me was overwhelming me, sending my thighs into fits of tremors.
Hoseok started up his pace again â unable to deny himself any longer and fucking into me hard and quick, obviously chasing his high and helplessly losing to the tidal wave about to swallow him whole. As the stimulation of his cock drilling into me and barrelling into my g-spot returned, even through the fog in my mind I knew I was a goner. The wet squelch of my pussy seemed to intensify, signalling the oncoming beast of a climax too.
Yoongi also kept up his antics, periodically bringing the whip down straight onto my clit and making me jerk and cry pathetically under them (though Hoseok seemed pretty lost too). My hands were pulled over to his lap and in my plight I grabbed onto his thigh to gain at least some stable point. I felt his hand briefly squeeze mine in support, the tender touch calming my beating heart a bit. I screwed my eyes shut, head thrown back and body thrumming, just waiting for the final push.
But then Yoongi was back to his agenda, delivering few hard quick hits down onto my clit. My body tensed up, shaking and right on the brink of a powerful orgasm and head full of cotton and buzzing. Hoseok was also losing his mind, hips accelerating and balls drawing in tight, and I knew he was about to cum as well.
All it took was the sensation of Hoseok thrusting in hard a few more times before he burst, cock throbbing uncontrollably as he came with a piercing cacophony of high-pitched moans, and Yoongi smacking down one last time before my whole body locked, then everything exploded in me and I was suddenly cumming so hard I was surprised I didnât simply burst into pieces. Distantly I was aware that I was screaming out, but everything was muted through the humming and ringing in my ears, eyes rolled back into my skull rendering me blind. I jerked with the waves of pleasure, warmth pumping into me from all directions and pushing me deeper into a dark fog, pulling me under the endless billows of scorching honeyed nectar spreading through me.
It rocked me whole, thighs and hips shaking while Hoseok desperately grasped at me going through the shockwaves as well, still unwittingly pumping into me to ride out the wave. The added sting of overstimulation prolonged everything and made it sharper, making my toes curl with the mind-numbing pleasure.
When the high started ebbing away, I felt drugged, or on the verge of blackout drunk â eyes barely able to keep open, unseeing through the film over them, face wet with drool and tears. I didnât feel fully in my body, like I was floating above the table and saw the whole world through cotton candy.
Hoseok was saying something, but his words were slurred as well and I could barely hear anyway. He slumped over me, hips finally calm, and by the bonelessness of his form it could be judged that he went through similarly intense experience. I was suddenly hyper-aware of the amount of sweat that was pouring off of us, of our chests rising in tandem trying to catch our breaths and failing at it desperately.
There was some shuffling and then my arms were released, the tie binding them together gone â but they still immediately flopped down, no strength in them left. Someone pressed their face close to mine, ginger locks coming into my view but not fully connecting as I was still out of it, fighting off sleep.
But then Hoseok started moving, pulling away from me and out of my pussy, and I was jostled from the floaty space somewhere in between, slowly settling back into my bones and feeling the content ache still overriding all of my nerves.
The sound slowly came in and I realised that Yoongi was actually gently whispering praises into me, kissing softly along my neck and jawline while âsuch a good girlâ and âtook it so wellâ slipped out of his mouth on a murmur.
I moved my head just enough to see the dark-haired man collapse onto the carpet, half slumped into the leg of the sofa, grinning at me all doped out and still half naked with his pants undone. Yoongi quietly prowled over to the other side of the table, for the first time since we came here putting himself into my direct line of sight. And while his touch stayed respectful and soothing, his starving eyes ate up my messy wet swollen pussy like it was his last meal.
But then instead of touching me more he leaned over for some discarded clothing item, lightly dragging it down my thighs to clean up the juices that got all over me while Hoseok was fucking me. My eyes naturally slipped to the unmissable bulge tenting his black jeans (he must have taken off his hoodie somewhere during the session) and I couldnât hold back the whine, brain still not quite capable of putting my thoughts together in a civilised manner.
In that moment it was simply unconceivable to me that heâd be left without release, and in a split moment I stubbornly made up my mind that I needed to make him cum, right there right that instant. But the man was cleaning me up, that was simply terrible!
Another whine, this time more desperate and forlorn, finally tore Yoongi from his chore and he gave me a soft smile, worriedly looking at me to ascertain what was wrong.
âWhatâs up, baby? Whatâs wrong?â he asked gently, and I whined again, frustrated with myself that it took me such an effort to put together a simple sentence, but finally I managed to sweat it out.
âWanna make you cum,â I whimpered pathetically, and the man was split between smug smirks and kind smiles â obviously still horny out of his mind but thinking that he shouldnât push me.
âYouâre such a good girl angel, wanting to take care of me, but I can manage,â Yoongi tried to soften the rejection as much as possible, afraid I would take it badly while I was in a fragile state. But thankfully I was steadily regaining all of my abilities again, and I squirmed on the poor little table that went through all this with me.
âGreen,â I stated firmly, looking him in the eye, still somewhat dazed but much more present, âPlease fuck me too, Yoongi, please. Wanna feel you cum. Want you to use me as a toy.â The compassionate care-taking look immediately drained out of his eyes, and for the first time I was hit with the full force of his arousal. His dark blown-out pupils starvingly regarded me, hands now giving up on the cloth and instead slowly making their way to my stomach and waist.
âWell,â the ginger whispered sensually, âsince youâre begging so nicelyâŚâ My cunt clenched at those words, slowly coming back alive and contracting almost painfully in such feral anticipation it left me breathless. The prospect of having him buried inside of me hilt-deep was enough to almost make me drool again, and I spread my legs more to him.
Yoongiâs gaze was trained on my chest though, hands reverently kneading the skin on their way up until he grasped my tits, letting out a staggered sigh. But as soon as he got there he flinched away, pulling himself away to fling his shirt off, hands excitedly tearing at his pants and getting them off as quickly as was humanly possible.
âI swear to god I normally put more care into foreplay, but Iâm about to fucking explode,â Yoongi breathed out apological, snatching the condom Hoseok leaned over to give him and without wasting any time pulling it onto his throbbing red cock with a hiss of relief.
I only nodded, eyes too busy sliding over his naked torso and admiring his pretty tits and slim waist. He could probably stick it right in now and wouldnât meet a shadow of resistance, my cunt was so nicely slicked up and fucked out, so ready and hungry for him it was basically begging to get railed.
Still the man leaned over me as he shuffled closer, putting himself firmly between my thighs and pressing his length into my slit while be busied himself licking and mouthing over my tits. His body was curled over me nicely, damp skin pressed into damp skin and driving the temperature even higher, making me feel small and safe under him, and my hands grabbed onto him, desperately whining and pulling him closer.
With a soft groan he finally folded and reached between us, grabbing himself and guiding his cock into my awaiting cunt â and I was right â I was so wet I swallowed him all up and he slid all in on the first try. He was thicker than Hoseok (even though not as long) and hit all the right spots on the way in. I released a pleased little sigh, basking in the feeling of being full again, but the man was in considerably worse shape.
Unlike Hoseokâs unabashed high moans, Yoongi was full of gruff drawn-out groans and gasps while his hips jumped on their own, starting up a slow grind to curb the edge of the surmounting pleasure.
âFuck baby, this wonât last long at all,â the man giggled somewhat shyly, planting his face right into the crook of my neck to kiss there as he tried to prolong the experience for as long as possible. I released my own little breathless snicker, and that had Yoongi giving me a chastising look, raising an eyebrow at me in signal that he was still ready to put me in my place if I chose to brat out. I didnât, only gave him a blissed-out smile and rolled my hips with a sigh.
Yoongi only hummed, and I almost expected him to start up some smartass monologuing, but then he was thrusting forward, hard and deep, and it knocked all thoughts out of my mind. The ginger manâs style was completely different from the fucking I received before him â he started up with a slow but rough pace, focusing on jerking into me forcefully and sliding as far as my body would allow instead on quickness.
While Hoseokâs fucking was a chaotic hot mess of quick-paced rough sex that left me breathless, Yoongi plastered himself to me and went unhurriedly but on every heavy thrust imprinted himself deeper and deeper into my core and fully overwhelmed my senses. The ringing in my ears started up again, and I was already overheating with the gooey ball of fire forming in my belly. I felt dizzy and hazy, my little moans and sighs getting cut off midway with the power behind Yoongiâs hips.
He played me masterfully, gradually speeding up, at first not fast enough to have me notice but to have my nerves overloaded with a mounting surge of pleasure. Then he ended it all. With a smirk that I would have found insufferable in any other circumstance (or if I was more present and not losing my mind on a cock) his hand lazily dragged up my tummy, up my chest, teasingly squeezing a tit on the way, before it settled on my neck. Game over town.
I froze, tensing underneath the man, and then I melted, stretching my head away and offering up my neck all he wanted with a whimper and a whine. And with a chuckle he used it all to his advantage, dear god that he did.
âLetâs go back to our roots, princess,â he whispered meanly straight into my ear, naughty lips brushing the shell of my ear while his hand tightened a touch, âisnât this what you asked for those two weeks ago?â A barrage of moans spilled out of my slack mouth, my mind already burning with the anticipation of the tight hold of his beautiful strong hands.
Yoongi seemed to have pulled himself together a little for the purpose of teasing this out for a little longer, though both of us were already running full speed towards the finish line.
He straightened out, looming over me darkly with hungry eyes as his hand slowly tightened around my neck, lightly squeezing the sides to give me the rush of adrenaline. Any noise that would have barrelled out of my hoarse throat got cut off and I got light-headed fast, with all the sensations running through me with the flow of oxygen significantly lessened pushing me into an almost out of body experience.
The ginger man picked up his pace, delivering rough hard deep thrusts, eyes hazy and reflecting just how close he was to his own climax. I felt his dick throb and twitch as it rammed into my sweet spot, practically pushing both of us into the beginning stages of overstimulation because neither of us could hold on for much longer.
Hoseok still leisurely sat by us, leaning into the sofa and watching everything unfold half naked, underwear back on but pants still wide open and chest on full display. His eyes were darkened in interest, but he looked proper sated and only enjoying the show as a bystander. I noticed the dark-haired manâs eyes glued to the hand on my neck, eating up the desperate expression on my face and the flush spreading over me whole, like he was filing it all into his memory for a rainy day.
A quick slap to the side of my thigh brought my attention back to the man that was currently railing me into the next week, and he tsked at me with mocking mischievous eyes when he saw me flushing under him in embarrassment.
âPay attention to me princess,â he hissed breathlessly, âyou can ogle Hobi later.â That had his friend chuckling and he shuffled closer, settling in behind me. One of his hands slid softly into my hair only to grab roughly and pull my head back, adding the sting of pain to my already overloaded brain trying to keep up with the periodic tightening and loosening of Yoongiâs hand on my throat and the onslaught of pleasure from his cock. He kept my head in place as he leaned in close and started whispering sweetly into my ears.
All praises, good girl, doing so good, youâre perfect and more, all spilling from his beautiful lips like caramel candy and melting over me, sinking me deeper into staticky molases-like headspace.
âThatâs right, what a good girl,â Yoongi reiterated, mumbling the praises with a heavy tongue, he himself slipping into the cosmic pull of the promised high, âtake what you need, pretty girl, let go.â
And I did.
The build up of the orgasm creeped up on me â there was no monumental wave, no big crash, only slowly rising tide pulling me deeper and deeper without me realising how close I was to getting pulled under.
The constant stimuli of the Yoongiâs hips barrelling into mine, slapping into my clit and filling me so deliciously I wanted to scream and growl, my body wanted to twist under the pleasure but he kept me in place, not giving me any other choice but to lie still and take the endless cycle of lust and ecstasy, his hand squeezing my neck whenever he pleased, letting his presence known and pushing me into the table, forcing me back into the cotton candy hum as my oxygen deprived brain desperately fought to keep up.
I let it all wash over me, fully trying to feel all the sensations at once and getting hit with the flood of good good good oh god yes god yes please until I was screaming under them, body convulsing and cunt clenching on him one last time before I released all. The relief of the orgasm was immense and I went slack almost immediately while my thighs shook around Yoongi, the slick squelch of my pussy intensifying with every helpless pump.
Distantly I realised my own screams and moans while my body shook with the waves and aftershocks, until I went ragdoll on them and nothing but pure satisfaction and contentment flowed through me, mind completely scrambled.
Yoongi released his hold on me, instead hauling my legs over his shoulders and pressing my thighs to his abdomen, hips kicking up in pace. I twitched under him, pussy sore and sensitive but still willing to receive him in all his glory.
I heard the hitches in Yoongiâs breathing, both me and Hoseok watching him from below as he blindly chased after his climax knowing heâs so close it was palpable in the air.
Then a few rough pumps later the man suddenly pulled out, hand tearing the condom away and hurriedly jerking his red angry cock until he was twitching and spilling all over the back of my thighs. I felt his hot cum hit my heated skin and my cunt clenched so hard it was almost painful; at that moment I thanked god it wasnât enough to get me going again, because I didnât think I could handle another round.
Yoongi was still grunting and groaning breathlessly, one hand supporting him on the table while he attempted to catch his breath while Hoseok gently caressed my arms and hair to help me come down from everything.
I was too tired to think about anything, I just wanted to sink into their warmth and let them lull me to comfortable sleep. I let them manhandle me into a better position to be cleaned up, but I grumbled the whole time, already halfway unconscious and annoyed at being jostled from the soft floaty space somewhere above this plane of existence.
To their credit, they both tried their best to move me as slowly as possible, both softly cooing at me and giving out praises easily, but I ended up blinking the tiredness out of my eyes anyway and my brain cleared up. I still ate it all up and played up my grumbling to their great amusement.
Moments later I found myself wrapped in Yoongiâs black oversized hoodie, lying down on a comfortable soft blanket on the carpet with a pillow stuffed between my head and arm, while the men cuddled up to me from both sides. Something thin and cool was thrown over all of us, not exactly a blanket, but enough to give me the feel of not being completely exposed.
âYou should let your friends know youâre okay,â Yoongi whispered, Hoseok sleepily humming from my other side, and before I could complain whinily about not knowing where my phone is, he was pressing it into my clumsy uncoordinated hands. I mumbled my thanks and blinked through the sudden ray of light cutting straight into my eyes. Blindly I clicked on the chat and wrote something half passing as a reassurement.
Petty bitch: mission accomplished sleeping over
With that I was completely dead to the world â all snuggled up into a lightly snoring Hoseok while Yoongiâs hand tenderly caressed up and down my side, not even realising an immediate answer came through.
Pink nightmare: atta girl :*
âJesus fucking christ, I might have as well gotten run over by a truck,â were the first words tumbling out of my lips that morning when Hoseok shook me awake mumbling something about putting my clothes on.
Yoongi was nowhere to be seen, but at least the dark-haired man seemed to be similarly ruffled as he tried to stretch out groaning, face puffy and tired. He still giggled at my words though, and helped me stand up.
I did try to put my clothes on, but none of my limbs were cooperating and I ended up fumbling around like a newborn giraffe until Hoseok took pity on me and pulled my clothes on for me as I steadied myself on his shoulder. He was laughing at me the whole time, to which I replied by smacking him repeatedly while whining that this was all their fault.
As we stumbled back into the club area hand in hand, I finally got a glimpse of the ginger man, who was standing by the bar laughing around with a tired but still happy looking Tae. They seemed to be counting last nightâs profit and the ginger bastard looked completely fine, a total one eighty from the two of us making our way over in snailâs pace.
Tae saw us first and the smirk he gave us was so shit-eating even I was considering slapping it off his face (a sentiment which seemed to be returned by Hoseok whole-heartedly). Yoongiâs laugh joined into the fray, and we just stood there and listened to them be greatly amused by the state of us.
âHoly shit hyung! What the fuck did you do to them?â exclaimed the other barkeep, a small thin guy with a pretty face and cutesy vibe, who was cackling like the devil himself when Hoseok glared at him, one arm still pulled around me like we were leaning on each other to stand (we might have been, honestly I was still pretty much asleep).
âShut it Jimin-ah, I might still decide to keep the bonus to myself,â the man by my side threatened with no real heat behind it, and thus was promptly ignored by all three other occupants of the club while they entertained themselves by snickering at us.
Yoongi slowly walked over, face melting into something a little softer as he took us in, the slightest bit of worry worming onto his face. âYou both okay, right?â he whispered to us, one hand squeezing my arm and other squeezing Hoseokâs. I snickered right back at him, amused by how he was trying to not show his tender side.
âYeah, donât worry, just half asleep on my feet,â I replied loudly, earning some chuckles from the two young guys at the bar, but they did seem quite used to their hyungâs shenanigans.
He lightly squeezed my shoulder before letting go, more serious gaze sent towards his business partner and friend, which had Hoseok sobering up pretty quickly.
âIâm sorry princess, weâd love to have a breakfast, but unfortunately we have a meeting with a potential partner,â Yoongi explained apologetically, and Hoseok groaned next to me, crumbling into my shoulder and loudly fake crying.
âI completely forgot about that,â he whinily complained, arms snaking around my waist like I was his personal emotional support stuffed animal (well, I was stuffed just a few hours prior, sooâŚ), âIâll have to go shower and change home and itâs across the whole city.â Yoongi looked unimpressed and pulled him from my side, the man pouting and blinking at him in an attempt to garner sympathy.
âCome on Seok-ah, Kookieâs here to drive us and my place is closer,â the ginger man murmured, trying to placate him â and it worked. Whoever this Kookie was, Hoseok brightened right up at the mention of him and started happily skipping towards the exit.
There was some booing and disgruntled âyouâre never this happy about seeing me hyung!â screaming from behind the bar, but all fell on deaf ears as Yoongi started pulling me after the man and I barely even managed to shout my goodbyes.
âKookieâll get you home, pretty girl,â he promised with a tender smile, looking so kind and gentle it was almost a whiplash from the predatory smirk and sharp eyes from yesterday. Hoseok was already on the street hanging off of a laughing tattooed man.
His name was Jungkook I learnt, and he was pretty cool and obviously loved both men as his brothers, as the teasing and jokes flew between them the whole ride. Yoongi and Hoseok requested to be dropped off first, so I sat squeezed between them in the backseat while I bickered with Jungkook about the best drama currently running on TV.
Once out of car at the given address, both the men suddenly did seem quite in a hurry, but neither of them left without a hug, a kiss and some naughty words exchanged sneakily while their hands possessively grabbed at me unwilling to part.
âKeep the hoodie, princess,â Yoongi said finally, pulling Seok away and pointing at the clothing I forgot I was still wearing, âYou can return it to me next time.â They both winked at me and with that, they were gone â disappearing into a very nice high-rise building in a posh neighbourhood.
With a bit of shame and still blushing from their displays of affection I told Jungkook my own address and he took me there gladly, even though he was teasing me about his hyungs the whole time.
It was all over too soon â before I knew I was standing in front of my quite average building, waving off Jungkook as he drove off god knows where, feeling quite happy even if a little lonely after spending the night with the two men.
His promise of seeing me again kept me warm though, and I reached in my handbag to pull out my keys â only for a little piece of paper to fall out. I bent over and took a look at it before bursting out laughing.
Min Yoongi +82Â 145-5286-036, Jung Hoseok +82Â 634-1654-220
Those sly bastards.
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âThe way to a galâs heart is through her stomach.â - Jason Todd x fem!reader
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A/N: Beep boop another Jason imagine, enjoy cuties <3
Warnings: not proofread, slightly suggestive content, swear words
Summary: Jason Todd is not only a superhero, heâs also a master of tomato soups. (fluff, domestic theme, slightly suggestive content)
Word count: 850 +
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âNOOO, no no no I GOT THIS, SIT DOWN MAâAMâ Jay said, waving his hands dramatically as if he was trying to shoo you away from the kitchen.
âDonât raise your voice at me fucker!â you said snorting with laughter.
âYes, maâam BUT SIT DOWN PLEASE-- I GOT THIS LOVE!â Jay tilted his head and waited for your reaction giving you an innocent look.
âPLEASE! I GOT THIS!â
âOkay! Okay I willâŚâ you said with your hands up, slowly turning away from your boyfriend. You were standing in the kitchen. You just got back home from work and were about to start making dinner for the both of you. However, Jason had other plans and was making sure that you wouldnât lift your finger.
âSoooo, what do we have on the menu chef Todd?â Jason smirked as he saw you folding your arms over your chest and leaning against the counter. He reached for an apron that was hanging near the stove.
His triceps rounded as he moved his hands behind his back to tie it on himself. They were pretty tightly squeezed by a short sleeve of his t-shirt. You were wondering whether he was purposefully flexing just to make you feel a certain way.
âI was thinking of a baked tomato soup. But-- I shall gladly fulfill my significant otherâsâŚâ he prolonged.
â-dining desiresâŚasÂ-- itâs my personal wish to suffice her stomach.â His words made you shake your head with a growing smile. God. This guyâs eloquence is truly admirable. So is his charm. And his warmth despite the hardships that life had thrown at him.
âSounds good.â
âYou sure?â
âYep.â
âSweet. Tomato soup it is.â
âHow was work?â he continued.
âCould have been better honestly. Collins had a problem again and decided to throw a fit at the end of the shift. Called in a meeting last minute just to scream his ass of for 20 minutes-- AS IF we could change anything.â
âMonica was late to pick up her son from preschool because of the asshole.â You continued your rant.
âYeah, Collins has a knack for ruining everyoneâs day,â Jay said, shaking his head as he rinsed his hands.
âItâs like the guy feeds off stress.â
âExactly! And the worst part is, itâs not just me. Everyoneâs been feeling it. EVEN Monica, whoâs usually so calm, was on the verge of tears today. Itâs just not fair.â
âDid she call you?â He asked.
âShe texted me when I was entering our building.â
He shook his head no sympathizing with your work story.
âUgh, I hate that for her. And for you,â Jay said, turning to face you. âYou donât deserve to deal with that crap every day.â
âThanks,â you replied with a tired smile. âItâs just frustrating. I mean, weâre all trying our best, but Collins seems to think yelling at us is some sort of solution.â
âMan, I donât know what to say⌠assholeâs pissing me off.â He licked his lips.
âAnd how is Jared doing?â Jay continued wanting to change the topic.
âHeâs alright as far as I know.â You bit your lower lip.
âYou know what? I actually thought about inviting them for dinner some time.â You said shyly.
Jay, still focused on the cutting board, looked up, noticing the slight hesitation in your tone.
âWhy are you shying away like that?â he asked, with curiosity and concern in his voice as he turned to face you, pausing his chopping.
âWell, I wanna know-- if youâd have the energy and will to have guests over on your night offâŚ?â
Jay walked over to the sink to wash his hands. He stepped away from the counters to kiss the top of your head as you were mentally supporting him in his cooking, watching from the tall bar stool.
âWe can totally think about it, donât worry about my energy.â
âIâWell I-- just didnât want to overwhelm you--, you know? I know how hard youâve been working lately, and I didnât want to add more to your plate.â
Jay smiled, his eyes full of that familiar warmth that always made you feel at ease.
âI get it, and I really appreciate you looking out for me like that.â
âBut honestly-- having them over might be just what we need. A break from the usual, a chance to relax, catch up with some good friends, and just enjoy each otherâs company. It could be a lot of fun.â He continued.
âPlus, it would be a great opportunity to show off my cooking skills.â He said with a cheeky smile plastered across his face.
âYeeeaah rightâŚâ
âYeah right what?â Jay looked over his shoulder, pretending to be offended.
ââKay hear me out-- how about we make a deal? If I can whip up the best tomato soup youâve ever had, you have to admit Iâm the better cook.â
âAnd if itâs-- just, okay?â you teased, biting your lower lip playfully. Jay leaned in closer, his voice deepened.
âThen maybe Iâll have to find another way to prove Iâm the best at⌠handling things.â
âI like your confidence, Todd.â
âAnd Iâlike you Y/L/N.â
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Tori
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