#I saw it on Instagram and I really wanted to try it too

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tied together — part 3

paige bueckers x azzi fudd

a/n: hi im sorry it took so long but part 3 is finally here! let me know what you think♡

tied together – masterlist

paige’s pov:

the second the text sent, paige threw her phone onto the bed and walked away like it might explode.

she made it to the other side of her dorm before turning back.

five minutes. no response.

she chewed on her sleeve.

was it too much? too soon? too obvious?

then the screen lit up with a text from azzi.

hey. what’s going on?

short. careful. but not cold.

paige picks up the phone, sits back down. her hands are sweaty.

i just… can we talk? like really talk?

yeah, i’m here paige.

the typing bubble flickers.

i keep trying to act like that night didn’t mean anything. like it was just a one-time thing.

was it?

that makes her stop. her thumb hovers.

no. it wasn’t.

azzi doesn’t answer right away.

paige can see her reading it. thinking. probably doing that thing where she pinches the bridge of her nose and overanalyzes every syllable.

okay. good. because it wasn’t for me either.

paige exhales like she’s been holding her breath for weeks.

her hands shake a little.

so where does that leave us?

i don’t know. confused? wanting more?

paige’s heart pounds.

do you?

yeah. i do.

another long pause.

paige types something. deletes it. types again.

i’ve missed you. not just… physically. i miss talking to you. laughing with you. you always saw me, even when i didn’t want anyone to.

there’s a beat. then:

i still do.

and that’s it. that’s the shift.

paige sinks deeper into her bed, phone glowing in her hand, and for the first time in months, she lets herself feel it.

this thing between them?

it’s not going away.

do you want to ft?

the question makes paige’s breath catch.

yeah. yeah, i do.

she hits the call button before she can talk herself out of it.

it only rings once.

azzi appears on the screen, face softly lit by the glow of her phone, hair down, eyes tired but steady.

they don’t say anything at first.

just… look.

it feels like breathing again after holding it for too long.

paige breaks the silence first, voice quiet.

“i didn’t think you’d pick up.”

azzi shrugs. “i was waiting for you to call.”

that hits her harder than it should.

paige smiles — tentative, but real. “i’m glad you did.”

azzi tucks her hair behind her ear, gaze flickering down for a second.

“i don’t know what this is yet,” she says. “but i know i’m not ready to let it go.”

paige nods, barely blinking. “me neither.”

silence again. but it’s a better kind now. charged. warm.

and just like that, something’s begun.

something real.

something they’ll both spend the next chapters figuring out.

together.

paige’s pov:

it was late — like, dangerously late — and she was curled up on her dorm bed, hoodie pulled up, legs tangled in her sheets, half-heartedly scrolling through instagram when she saw it.

azzi tagged in a photo.

the photo wasn’t even that scandalous, not really. azzi and a couple teammates out at dinner, smiling, arms thrown over each other’s shoulders. regular stuff. normal. friendly.

but there was this girl — blonde, bright smile, pressed up too close to azzi, laughing into her shoulder. like they knew each other too well.

paige’s stomach twisted violently.

she zoomed in — god, pathetic — and stared for way too long.

it was stupid. she knew it was stupid. azzi was allowed to have friends. people who made her laugh. paige had no right — no claim. but still.

she tossed her phone onto the bed, flopped onto her back, and stared up at the ceiling like it had answers.

it didn’t.

her brain wouldn’t shut up — painting ugly little what-ifs in her head.

was she moving on?

did she already move on?

a sharp knock on the door made paige jump. she scrambled upright, heart hammering, hoping for she didn’t even know what.

it was just nika, poking her head in.

“you coming to team breakfast tomorrow?”

“yeah,” paige mumbled, voice rough.

nika gave her a long look, concerned but too tired to fight it, and closed the door again.

paige sat there, chewing on her sleeve, phone buzzing uselessly beside her.

one new text.

it was from azzi.

just a stupid meme about basketball.

paige stared at it for a long time.

she wanted to answer.

she wanted to ignore it.

instead, she just… liked the message. no words.

and hated herself for it.

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azzi should’ve been asleep hours ago.

the game tomorrow was important — huge. coach had drilled it into them all week: stay focused. stay ready.

but here she was, scrolling through paige’s socials like an idiot.

paige hadn’t posted anything new. she never did anymore. but azzi still checked. still hoped.

she flopped back onto her bed and exhaled loudly.

the post from dinner had gone up without her even realizing it. bree had tagged her and everyone else. just her group of friends, maybe a few of them a little drunk. but it wasn’t a big deal.

still, something itched under her skin. like maybe paige had seen it. like maybe, maybe it would get under her skin the same way azzi’s heart still ached at the sight of paige in a uconn jersey.

her phone buzzed again.

a new text — this time, from bree.

u good?

azzi thumbed a reply.

yeah. just focusing on the big game.

it wasn’t a total lie.

but it wasn’t the whole truth either.

paige’s pov:

morning came brutal and too soon.

paige rolled over, bleary-eyed, and grabbed her phone. her thumb hovered over azzi’s text again. the one she still hadn’t really answered.

but when she saw on instagram that the team bus rolled up to the arena, she couldn’t stop herself from checking her phone one more time.

azzi had posted again.

just a story, of the team in their uniforms slung over their shoulders, laughing, shoving each other.

paige caught a glimpse of her — azzi, head thrown back, laughing like nothing was wrong.

it gutted her.

paige’s chest was tight and her palms were sweaty. she wasn’t nervous about the game.

she was nervous about seeing azzi again.

even from 800 miles away.

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azzi should’ve been locked in.

but her phone vibrated in her bag and she couldn’t stop herself from checking it.

a new notification.

paige bueckers liked your story.

azzi froze for a second too long, teammate’s voices buzzing around her like static.

something hot curled low in her stomach.

something she tried to smother.

focus. game first.

but when she laced up her shoes, her hands were shaking.

paige’s pov:

paige watched azzi’s game from her ipad, curled up in her dorm bed, headphones in, hoodie pulled low over her eyes.

it was reckless. stupid.

but she couldn’t help herself.

the second tipoff happened, she was locked in — eyes glued to every movement.

azzi was beautiful out there. sharp. effortless.

but she didn’t look like she was having fun.

something was off. paige could see it — the stiffness in her shoulders, the way she forced her shots, the way she glanced at the crowd like she was looking for something.

paige clenched her fists under the blanket.

was it her fault?

her heart ached and soared and cracked all at once.

at halftime, she stared at the paused screen and thumbed out a text before she could second-guess it.

you’re killing it. don’t overthink. just play.

she hovered. then hit send.

and immediately regretted it.

what if azzi didn’t want to hear from her?

what if she was ruining her focus?

but five minutes later, her phone buzzed.

you’re watching?

paige smiled, heart doing something stupid and painful in her chest.

always.

azzi stared at the text way longer than she should have.

“always.”

god.

it made her legs feel weak.

she tucked her phone away before coach could yell at her, but the fire in her chest was new — steady. hot.

not fear. not nerves.

hope.

she took the court after halftime like she had something to prove.

like someone was watching just for her.

she hit a three-pointer and didn’t even think — she turned toward the camera, a little smirk playing at her lips.

the crowd went wild.

but all she could think about was paige seeing it.

see me, she thought, like i still see you.

by the end of the game, paige was basically curled into a ball under her blanket, ipad balanced on her knees, heart pounding like she’d played instead of just watched

azzi was on fire after halftime — all energy and smiles and little moments where paige could see it — the shift. the lightness.

it was beautiful.

south carolina won.

paige should’ve been annoyed. should’ve been bitter.

instead, she found herself smiling, stupid and soft, when azzi threw her arms around her teammates and laughed, messy and real.

she deserved that. deserved to be happy.

paige’s fingers hovered over her phone. she shouldn’t text.

she really shouldn’t.

but she did.

proud of you. you looked like you were actually having fun out there.

the three dots appeared almost immediately.

you’re a terrible liar p. you always know when something’s off.

paige’s heart twisted.

it wasn’t off. you were still you.

another long pause.

and then azzi texted:

facetime?

paige almost dropped her phone.

her thumb fumbled over the screen.

she called without thinking.

azzi’s heart was hammering so hard she could barely hear the dial tone.

when paige’s face popped up — hoodie still on, cheeks flushed, hair messy — azzi had to look away for a second just to catch her breath.

“you look like you haven’t slept in three days,” azzi teased, voice low, tired.

“you look like you just dropped twenty points on national television,” paige shot back, grinning.

azzi rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the way her cheeks warmed.

there was a long pause. comfortable. aching.

“i saw the post,” paige said suddenly.

azzi blinked. “what post?”

“the one with… you know. that girl.”

azzi squinted at her. “you mean my friend olivia? paige, she’s literally dating some guy from the men’s team.”

paige’s face froze.

“oh.”

azzi laughed — actually laughed — and the sound cracked something inside her.

“you’re jealous,” azzi said, delighted.

“am not,” paige muttered, but her ears turned red.

“you’re the worst liar i’ve ever met,” azzi teased.

they both grinned — and it felt like slipping back into something dangerous. something that still fit.

“you were supposed to be focusing on your game,” paige said, after a beat.

“you were supposed to be focusing on yours,” azzi countered.

they stared at each other. neither looking away.

god, paige missed this. missed her. missed the way azzi could tear her down with two words and a smile.

“so what now?” paige asked, voice cracking on the last word.

azzi went quiet. her eyes softened. her hand lifted, like she could reach through the screen.

“i don’t know,” azzi whispered. “i just know i don’t want to keep pretending like you’re not on my mind all the time.”

the air left paige’s lungs.

“yeah,” she said. “same.”

they stayed like that, neither brave enough to say the thing they both knew was waiting.

the call stretched late into the night.

they didn’t even talk about basketball. didn’t talk about the future.

they just talked.

memories. dumb inside jokes. the time paige accidentally started a fire trying to make ramen in her dorm room. the way azzi couldn’t parallel park if her life depended on it.

it was easy. effortless.

it was terrifying.

at some point, paige curled up tighter in her bed, ipad propped against her knees, and muttered, “i miss you.”

azzi was quiet for a long time.

then she said, “come visit me.”

paige’s heart stopped.

“azzi—”

“i’m serious.”

“it’s not that simple.”

“it is. you come. we figure it out.”

paige stared at her. pale, serious face. big, dark eyes. voice steady.

“one trip doesn’t fix everything,” paige whispered.

azzi smiled, small and sad. “no. but it’s a start.”

paige wanted to say yes. god, she wanted to.

but fear still sat heavy in her chest.

“i’ll think about it,” she said finally.

azzi’s face didn’t fall — not exactly — but the hurt was there, hiding in the corners.

“okay,” she said softly. “think fast.”

the call ended sometime after 3 a.m.

azzi sat there, staring at the black screen, feeling hollowed out.

she didn’t know what she’d expected. paige to jump at the chance? to confess everything in a neat, perfect bow?

it was never going to be that easy.

she rolled over and buried her face in her pillow.

but still, she didn’t regret asking.

if there was even a sliver of a chance to fix them —

she was going to take it.

no matter what.

paige’s pov:

practice was hell. paige couldn’t focus.

every play call blurred. every drill felt off.

geno yelled at her three times before he finally pulled her aside.

“what’s wrong? you good?” he barked, hands on his hips.

paige nodded automatically. lied. automatically.

“yeah. just a little tired.”

he stared her down — the way only geno could — like he saw right through her.

“you can’t play scared, paige,” he said gruffly. “not at this level.”

paige swallowed hard.

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paige sat on the floor, back against her bed, phone heavy in her hand.

the draft text stared up at her.

i want to come. i just don’t know how to not be scared of losing you again.

she didn’t send it.

instead, she clicked open a flight booking site. fingers trembling.

her heart raced.

she found a flight.tomorrow morning.

her thumb hovered over “confirm.”

click.

it was done.

no going back now.

azzi woke up to her phone buzzing violently under her pillow.

one new text. from paige.

hope you’re free tomorrow. coming to see you.

azzi shot upright, heart pounding.

was she dreaming?

was this real?

her hands shook so hard she could barely type.

you better not be messing with me paige.

wouldn’t dream of it.

azzi grinned into her pillow, cheeks hot, heart soaring.

but just as she was about to call her, her phone buzzed again.

another text. from bree.

heads up — dawn is pissed. mandatory team meeting tonight. no visitors allowed this weekend. period.

azzi’s stomach plummeted.

no visitors. no paige.

not now.

not yet.

paige zipped her suitcase shut with shaky hands.

flight confirmation email glowing on her phone.

hope blooming stupid and fast in her chest.

for the first time in months, she let herself believe it

maybe they could still fix it. maybe it wasn’t too late.

she grabbed her backpack, slung it over her shoulder, and headed for the door.

as she was about to leave, her phone buzzed.

new text.

from azzi.

paige. we have a problem.

paige froze.

heart in her throat.

she stared at the message, the weight of it sinking in.

what kind of problem??

dawn is pissed and we can’t really have visitors this weekend, she wants us to be more locked in on our next game, so i basically have to sneak you in.

her fingers hovered over the screen.

azzi you’re gonna be the death of me i swear.

yeah whatever. you can’t hide the fact that you want to see me anyway.

oh yeah? and who was asking me to come in the first place?

you’re so annoying.

and you love it.

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it should’ve been illegal how fast azzi ran down the stairwell.

she kept her hoodie pulled tight over her head, her sneakers squeaking against the tile, adrenaline buzzing under her skin. every door she passed felt like it might swing open and catch her — every second felt too loud.

she didn’t care.

because paige was here. paige came for her.

the text had been simple.

i’m outside.

no hesitation. no second-guessing.

azzi shoved open the heavy door at the bottom of the stairwell, stepping out into the freezing night air — and there she was.

standing half-hidden under the shadows of the overhang, a duffel bag slung over one shoulder, hair pulled into a messy bun, hoodie two sizes too big.

paige. here.

their eyes locked. neither of them moved at first.

then azzi was crossing the parking lot at a near-sprint, breath clouding the air, heart hammering so loud she could barely hear her own footsteps.

paige grinned when she saw her — wide and wild and so stupidly pretty — and opened her arms like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

azzi crashed into her without thinking.

arms around her neck. face buried in her hoodie.

breathless. shaking. laughing.

“you’re insane,” azzi whispered against her shoulder.

“so are you,” paige said, squeezing tighter.

azzi pulled back just enough to look at her.

“you’re gonna get us both expelled.”

paige tilted her head, smirking. “worth it.”

azzi bit back a laugh and grabbed her hand. “c’mon. before someone sees.”

they sprinted back across the lot, hand in hand, into the stairwell, up three flights of stairs, hearts pounding in time.

by the time they reached azzi’s door, they were both breathless — not from running.

from everything else.

azzi fumbled her keys, swearing under her breath. paige laughed quietly against her back.

“you’re so bad at sneaking.”

“you’re distracting,” azzi hissed, finally getting the door open.

she yanked paige inside and shut it fast, the click of the lock sounding way too loud.

for a second, neither of them moved.

then paige dropped her bag with a soft thud and looked around, grinning. “cute room.”

azzi rolled her eyes. “shut up.”

but her heart was racing too fast, her hands trembling too much.

paige walked slowly toward her, hands buried in her hoodie pockets, eyes locked onto her like there was no one else in the world.

“so,” paige said, voice low. “you gonna give me the real welcome, or…?”

azzi raised an eyebrow. “real welcome?”

“you know.” paige took another step closer, closing the distance between them. “the one where you pretend you’re mad at me, but really you’re just dying to kiss me.”

azzi opened her mouth — probably to tell her to shut up again — but paige didn’t give her the chance.

she reached out, grabbed the strings of azzi’s hoodie, and yanked her forward.

their mouths crashed together — messy, desperate, nothing like the slow careful kiss they’d shared at the hotel.

this wasn’t slow.

this was weeks of missing and aching and regret all poured into one furious second.

azzi made a soft sound against her mouth — surprised, needy — and paige swallowed it like she couldn’t get close enough.

paige’s hands slid up into her hair, tugging gently, angling her head just right.

azzi clutched at her waist, fingers twisting in the heavy fabric of her hoodie, trying to pull her closer, closer, closer.

paige backed her up until the backs of azzi’s knees hit the edge of the bed, and then she pushed — gently but firmly — until azzi was sitting.

paige hovered over her, breathing hard, eyes dark.

“you okay?” she whispered, forehead resting against azzi’s.

azzi blinked up at her, dazed.

“i’m perfect,” she breathed.

paige’s lips twitched into a crooked smile.

“good.”

and then she kissed her again — harder this time, deeper, swallowing azzi’s gasp like it was oxygen.

azzi clutched at her hoodie, pulling her down with her, until they both toppled onto the bed, tangled together, mouths never breaking apart.

the world spun around them.

like only this mattered.

paige hands were buried in azzi’s hoodie, fists curled tight, mouth moving over hers like she was trying to memorize every single second.

azzi tasted like mint gum and something sweeter — something that made paige dizzy.

god, she missed this.

missed her.

she pulled back slightly — just enough to look at her.

azzi’s cheeks were flushed, her lips swollen, her hair a little messy where paige’s fingers had tugged too hard.

“you’re so beautiful it’s unfair,” paige whispered, voice wrecked.

azzi laughed, a little breathless, a little wrecked herself.

“you’re such a sap.”

“only for you.”

azzi’s eyes darkened — and then, suddenly, she wasn’t the one being kissed anymore.

she was kissing back — hard enough to steal the air from paige’s lungs.

azzi grabbed the hem of paige’s hoodie, fisting it tight, and pulled her down again, flipping their bodies so paige landed half-straddling her thighs.

paige gasped in surprise and azzi grinned against her mouth.

“my turn,” azzi whispered.

paige opened her mouth to respond — maybe tease, maybe say something cocky — but azzi kissed her again before she could.

and this kiss, this one was hotter. more dangerous.

azzi slid her hands under paige’s hoodie, palms skimming over bare skin, and paige shivered.

she couldn’t help it — she moaned quietly into azzi’s mouth.

azzi bit her bottom lip gently in response, pulling back just enough to smirk.

“you missed me that bad, p?”

paige’s face burned — but she didn’t back down.

she grabbed azzi’s jaw, thumb brushing her cheekbone.

“you have no idea,” paige said, voice low and rough.

azzi’s smile faded, replaced with something hungrier.

she tugged paige down again, harder this time.

neither of them was pretending anymore.

they needed this.

they needed each other.

azzi didn’t know where paige started and she ended anymore.

all she knew was paige’s hoodie bunched under her palms, paige’s mouth hot and heavy against hers, paige’s body fitting into hers like they were made for this.

paige kissed like she was drowning — frantic, hungry, desperate to feel everything all at once.

and azzi let her.

she let her until her own chest ached, until her head spun, until she couldn’t breathe without needing more.

and then she kissed back harder — biting at paige’s lip just enough to make her gasp, dragging her fingernails lightly down her ribs under the hoodie.

paige groaned into her mouth.

“baby, please.” she whispered without thinking.

azzi’s fingers stilled.

paige had called her that before, but not like this. not raw and needy and worshipful.

paige froze.

she hadn’t meant to say it — not yet — not now.

but azzi just smiled, slow and soft, and whispered back:

“say it again.”

paige lifted her head, grinning.

“baby,” she repeated, voice low and teasing, pressing kisses just under azzi’s ear.

azzi shivered.

it shattered something inside her.

azzi sat up abruptly, their chests colliding, their breathing ragged.

paige’s hoodie slid half up her body, baring inches of pale skin azzi couldn’t stop staring at.

paige smirked — that cocky, dangerous smirk that always got her in trouble.

“like what you see princess?”

azzi narrowed her eyes, heart hammering.

without a word, she hooked her fingers in the waistband of paige’s sweatpants and tugged her closer.

paige let out a surprised laugh — and then their mouths crashed together again, fiercer this time.

azzi shifted, climbing fully into paige’s lap, straddling her thighs, pressing down just enough to make paige gasp again.

“you’re gonna kill me,” paige muttered against her mouth.

azzi smiled against her lips. “you’ll die happy.”

paige’s hands slid up the back of her hoodie, palms splaying wide across her spine, holding her so tight it almost hurt.

they kissed like that — hard and messy and too much — until azzi’s head was spinning and paige’s hands were shaking.

it wasn’t about proving anything.

it was about everything they hadn’t said, everything they still couldn’t.

it was about not letting go again. not this time.

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paige couldn’t think. couldn’t breathe.

all she knew was azzi — azzi’s mouth, azzi’s hands, azzi’s body pressed against hers like she was trying to crawl inside her skin.

it was overwhelming. it was perfect.

she pulled back just enough to look at her — really look at her.

azzi’s hair was a mess, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen.

she looked wrecked.

she looked beautiful.

paige cupped her face gently, thumbs brushing her jaw.

“i missed you,” she whispered, voice breaking.

azzi closed her eyes like it hurt to hear.

“i missed you too,” she breathed.

paige leaned in again, pressing soft kisses along her jawline, her throat, her collarbone — anywhere she could reach.

azzi tilted her head back, giving her access, breathing hard.

“you’re gonna ruin me,” azzi whispered, voice shaking.

paige smiled against her skin.

“already did.”

azzi laughed — a watery, broken sound — and pulled her closer again.

they kissed slower now — deep and languid and aching — like they had all the time in the world.

they didn’t.

but they pretended.

they lay tangled together on the narrow dorm bed, paige half on top of azzi, azzi’s fingers tracing lazy circles on her back under the hoodie.

it was quiet. it was safe. it was dangerous.

paige nuzzled into the crook of azzi’s neck, breathing her in.

they stayed like that — wrapped up in each other — until a sharp knock shattered the silence.

both of them froze.

azzi’s heart leapt into her throat.

another knock — louder this time.

“azzi? you in there?” a voice called. “c’mon, we’re doing movie night! you’re missing it!”

it wasn’t bree or aliyah.

it wasn’t anyone who knew.

azzi and paige locked eyes — wide, panicked.

paige mouthed:

hide?

azzi shook her head quickly and whispered:

stay quiet.

she scrambled off the bed, straightened her hoodie, and called toward the door:

“uh — yeah! be right there! just, uh, changing!”

“okay, hurry up! we’re starting in five!”

footsteps retreated down the hall.

azzi slumped back against the door, heart hammering.

paige was sitting cross-legged on the bed, trying — and failing — to look innocent.

“you,” azzi hissed, pointing at her, “are a menace.”

paige smirked and sprawled back against the pillows like she owned the place.

“you love it.”

azzi narrowed her eyes, trying to look stern, but she couldn’t help the way her lips twitched.

yeah.

she loved it.

she loved her.

even if she couldn’t say it yet.

after things calmed down they curled back into each other, whispers low and messy between kisses.

paige pressed her forehead against azzi’s.

“i don’t want to leave,” she whispered.

azzi tightened her arms around her.

“then don’t.”

paige laughed softly.

“you gonna hide me under your bed all season?”

azzi kissed her temple.

“if i have to.”

they stayed like that — wrapped up, breathing the same air — pretending like the outside world didn’t exist.

but eventually, reality crept back in.

paige’s phone buzzed on the nightstand.

azzi felt her stiffen.

slowly, paige reached for it. one new message. from cd.

where are you? call me. now.

azzi’s blood ran cold.

paige’s hand shook slightly as she lowered the phone.

they stared at each other — the weight of it settling between them.

“what if they know?” azzi whispered.

paige swallowed hard.

“i don’t care.”

azzi did. she cared so much it hurt.

but she also cared about paige more than anything.

and right now, she wasn’t ready to let her go.

not again.

paige reached out and took her hand, squeezing gently.

“whatever happens,” paige said softly, “we got it. okay?”

azzi nodded, throat too tight for words.

together.

for as long as they could be.

for as long as the world would let them.

azzi’s pov:

azzi closed the door gently behind her, hand still gripping the knob like she didn’t quite trust her legs to work yet.

the hallway was quiet.

too quiet.

like the kind of quiet that follows a moment you already know you’ll replay in your head for the rest of your life.

she leaned her forehead against the door. closed her eyes. tried not to feel everything all at once.

the bed still smelled like paige — vanilla shampoo and whatever it was that always clung to her when she wore hoodies two sizes too big. the sheets were rumpled. her pillow had an indent from where paige’s head had been.

azzi didn’t fix it. couldn’t.

she just stood there, heart pounding, a little stunned. a little wrecked.

because the thing is it hadn’t even felt like sneaking around.

it felt like coming home.

and now paige was gone again.

the moment paige stepped back onto uconn’s campus, the cold smacked her in the face — but it wasn’t the weather.

it was geno.

he didn’t yell.

he just stared at her like he was watching a bomb tick down to zero and couldn’t decide whether to duck or let it hit.

“you left campus,” he said. no greeting. no lead-up. just that.

“didn’t tell anyone. didn’t check in. just vanished.”

paige nodded, throat tight. “yeah.”

“and if something happened? if someone saw you?”

paige looked down at her shoes.

“i’m sorry.”

“sorry doesn’t cover it, bueckers,” geno snapped, then paused. exhaled.

“one more stunt like that? you’re benched.”

paige nodded again.

but something in her chest clenched.

she wasn’t sorry about azzi.

she was sorry it got close to costing her this.

azzi’s pov:

practice dragged. every drill felt wrong in her body. every coach’s whistle sounded like it was breaking glass inside her head.

azzi went through the motions, but her mind was somewhere else.

every time her phone buzzed in her locker, she flinched. every time she didn’t see paige’s name, her stomach twisted.

but then, just as she was unlacing her sneakers, it lit up. a text from paige.

alive. not benched. miss you already.

azzi smiled, small and tired, and leaned back against the cool metal of her locker door.

told you i was worth the risk.

you’re worth everything.

her heart dropped to her knees.

it took her five minutes to type back a reply — and she deleted it three times before she hit send.

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the week that followed it got easier. and harder.

they texted constantly — like nothing had changed.

and maybe that was the problem.

paige would send dumb tiktok’s at 2 a.m. and azzi would reply half-asleep.

they facetimed when they could, always late, always under the covers with their voices low like they were sixteen again.

“azzi, say something cute or i’m hanging up.”

“you’re lucky you’re hot.”

“that’s not cute, that’s just true.”

“fine. i miss you. happy now?”

”…keep talking.”

and azzi would. until her voice got quieter. until the screen got blurry. until one of them fell asleep mid-sentence.

but under the sweetness, little cracks formed.

one day, paige read azzi’s message and didn’t answer.

azzi waited.

one hour. then two. then six.

nothing.

then, casually, a story went up on one of paige’s teammates instagram.

she was out with friends— laughing, carefree, someone’s hand brushing her shoulder.

azzi stared at it too long.

her throat felt tight. her fingers curled around her phone.

she told herself not to spiral.

but the truth was — she had spiraled before.

that’s how they ended up like this in the first place.

the third day paige didn’t call, azzi stopped checking her phone every two seconds.

she stopped scrolling back to old photos, to saved messages, to that blurry selfie of paige curled under her dorm blanket with the words “wish you were here” typed across the top.

when paige finally texted her again — casual, light, like nothing was wrong — azzi stared at it for a long, long time.

and then, slowly, typed:

i don’t like feeling like an option.

paige stared at her phone, the words burning like acid in her chest.

she read them again.

and again.

she felt it in her stomach first — that cold, dropping sensation like the floor was gone. then her throat tightened, her eyes stung, and suddenly she was on her bed, phone clutched in one hand, forehead pressed to her knees.

she hadn’t meant to pull away. hadn’t meant to be distant.

she was just… tired. overwhelmed. trying to balance everything.

but azzi didn’t know that.

all azzi saw was silence. distance. the kind of neglect that looked a lot like not caring.

paige hit call without thinking.

it rang once. twice.

no answer.

she swore under her breath and tried again.

this time, azzi picked up.

she didn’t say anything at first.

neither did paige.

just breathing.

tight, shallow, broken breathing — like they were both underwater and neither could remember how to come up for air.

“az,” paige said finally, voice low and cracked.

azzi closed her eyes.

“i didn’t mean to make you feel like that,” paige whispered. “like an option.”

“then why did you?” azzi asked quietly.

“because i’m scared,” paige said.

azzi blinked.

“scared of what?”

“of doing this wrong,” paige admitted. “of ruining it. of not being enough.”

her voice broke on the last word.

azzi’s heart twisted.

“you’re already enough,” she whispered.

another long pause.

“i didn’t know if you still wanted me,” paige said. “not just the texts and the flirting. me. all of me. even the messy, screwed up, inconsistent parts.”

“i want all of it,” azzi said. “every part.”

silence again — but it was warmer now. softer.

and then paige said it.

not dramatic. not loud.

just a whisper, like she didn’t know if she was allowed to say it out loud yet.

“i love you.”

azzi froze.

the words settled into the space between them like they belonged there. like they’d always been there, just waiting to be spoken.

paige’s breath hitched. “too much?”

azzi swallowed hard, her voice suddenly shaking.

“no.”

a breath.

“i love you too, paige.”

the second azzi said it back, paige almost dropped the phone.

her throat went tight. her chest cracked wide open.

there was no teasing. no jokes. not this time.

just quiet.

and then—

“took you long enough,” azzi said softly.

paige let out a wet, broken laugh. “shut up.”

azzi sniffled. “make me.

paige smiled. “i would if you were here.”

another beat of silence.

then azzi whispered, “come see me again.”

paige stared at the ceiling.

“i want to,” she said. “i just…”

“are you scared again?”

paige didn’t answer.

but she didn’t need to.

azzi whispered, “we’ll figure it out.”

paige nodded even though azzi couldn’t see her. “yeah.”

paige’s pov:

the next day, at practice, coach pulled her aside again.

“bracket’s almost done,” he said. “you ready for a rematch?”

paige looked at him, heart thudding.

“what rematch?”

he tossed her a printed sheet. tournament seeding projections.

and there it was.

uconn vs. south carolina. potential final four.

her hands trembled as she stared at the page.

everything in her chest turned cold.

because she wasn’t ready.

not to play against her. not to break this again.

not after they said i love you.

[nemisuki]

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ೀ⋆ || Falling for your dense classmate is a challenge, especially when trying to confess ❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

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It didn't take long for y/n to realize what she felt for Izuku far surpassed the typical feelings you would have for a dear classmate.

This sentiment only seems to marinate after many months of admiring from a safe distance — behind the term 'friend' — attempting to disregard the attraction that increases day by day.

Regardless of how much she tried to hide it, at times, her infatuation appeared to control her like a puppet, making words exit her mouth before her mind could catch up.

"Deku, I don't understand this one..."

It's a blatant lie, only wanting to catch his attention, and it seems to work.

His head perks up in an instant, gaze softening slightly as he leans closer, taking a peek at her notebook — filled with erase markings and scribbles — not one ounce of judgement in his gentle look.

"Hm? If you don't mind, I can help! Let me have a look..."

Her heart quickens, fingers clenching on her pencil as she tries to stay still, focused on quieting her racing pulse, growing afraid he might hear it.

The boy becomes so immersed in explaining the equation step-by-step that he doesn't even realize just how close he's gotten; considering she can now count every pretty freckle and scar.

He gently smiles, turning to look at her.

"Do you get it now?"

Her whole body feels like it's on fire, every nerve and muscle yearning to close the distance, urging herself to melt in the arms of the precious ambiance that is Izuku Midoriya.

Yet he never seemed to grasp this concept himself, always preoccupied with strict training regimens and study sessions, mentally distanced from the notion of romance.

So some days she grows bolder than others; giving him little hints to test the waters, subtle indications about the burning affection within her.

"Deku! I um— got you this... I hope you don't have it already. I saw it in the store and well—"

His face visibly lights up, scrambling up from his seat to approach her, receiving the small gift like a lively child on christmas day.

"Uwahhhh! This is the magazine with all mights latest interviews! I can't believe you managed to get a copy before it sold out! Even Kacchan couldn't get one!"

Izuku is already flipping through the pages, his awe filled gaze zeroing in on each sentence, gushing over every little thing that his mentor responded with.

Despite knowing All Might personally, it seems he'll always be a fan boy at heart; the thought makes her smile back with hidden admiration.

The way his eyes glistened with joy always had her in a trance, hence she couldn't pass up pre-ordering the item — when she saw it on a instagram post he liked — y/n just couldn't resist.

She smiles.

"I guess I got lucky, huh?"

He eagerly nods.

"Mhm! You're like a good luck charm y/n!"

She's visibly taken back, the words getting stuck in her throat, slight goosebumps peppering her skin — despite no breeze being present — unable to comprehend his random declaration.

"E-Eh?!"

He takes a few steps forward, his head still in the clouds, holding the magazine closer to his chest with pure joy.

"I mean it! It seems like whenever you're around me, good things happen!"

She shyly averts her gaze in an attempt to ignore how close he is, how close she is to just erasing the gap between them all together, wanting nothing more than to hear his endless rambles and praise.

Praise that seemed to easily leave his lips, maybe too easy, after all, she seems to be stuck in that category of 'just friends'.

A label she'd like to change for something more intimate.

"You... really think so?"

"Of course I do!"

Being friends with Izuku Midoriya makes a person question if the world is truly as cruel as they say, because the boy in front of her counters all of that.

The true embodiment of a kind soul; disguised as a mere high school student.

So she shouldn't be shocked when his popularity sky-rockets during their last year in UA, fangirls approaching him whenever given an open opportunity, leaving the boy a stuttering mess as he nervously fidgets around.

It irked her more than it should've but nonetheless, she was grateful, considering it ignited an ambitious drive inside her heart, urging her to seek him out.

Leading them to this very moment, the duo standing in front of the cherry blossom tree on campus, a cliché yet beautiful scenery of falling pink petals under the warm sun.

The curious green-haired boy looking right at her.

"So what did you want to talk about y/n?"

She gulps.

All her confidence suddenly vanishes into thin air as he tilts his head, mindlessly smiling at her, despite not knowing she's on the verge of overheating right then and there.

"Well... I have something important to tell you, if you don't mind."

He immediately nods along.

"Ah—! Okay then, I'm all ears!"

She bites the inside of her cheek, attempting to ignore her sweaty palms; embarrassingly becoming a complete bundle of nerves, right in front of the boy she's been crushing on.

A boy who she knows will treat her the same, with everlasting kindness, regardless of the outcome.

"We've known each other for quite some time and... I think you're really amazing deku... you probably don't know this but you've inspired me more to become a great hero. And if you'd let me, I-I'd want to stay by your side til then because I—"

Regardless of the forming butterflies in her stomach, y/n clenches her fist, the last remaining amount of courage fueling her drive to meet his gaze, her whole body heated with emotions.

He looks at her, a bit caught off guard, clearly not expecting the conversation to go like this, his expression completely unreadable — for once — only prolonging her anxious thoughts and hesitance.

The breeze feels cool against her skin, reminding her that it's either now or never, unable to continue hiding her feelings for the cheerful classmate any longer.

So with a deep breath, she speaks with conviction, holding firm eye contact.

"I-I really do love you Izuku!"

He's visibly taken back, eyes widening at her confession, frozen stiff for a few seconds as if contemplating their whole relationship — all the memories and laughs they've shared — to eventually relax with an oddly calm gaze and warm smile.

His cheeks barely dusted with a light pink.

"Oh— I love you too y/n! You're an amazing friend as well!"

Silence.

The girl could only stare at him with disbelief, she had almost forgotten how dense he is, despite being one of the smartest students in their class; if there's a subject Izuku Midoriya isn't too bright on — it's romance.

She saw the way he short circuits whenever a fangirl even so much as compliments him.

Which means she has to be even more clear with both him and herself.

Well, they say the second time's a charm...

"N-no that's not... I meant— agh! Izuku! What I meant to say was that— I'm in love with you!"

He blinks a few times, like his mind is unable to comprehend her statement.

Then realization seems to hit him like a brick, she could tell by his blush intensifying from a soft pink to a bright red, multiple shades deeper compared to the cherry petals falling around them.

His arms flail around as he stammers uncontrollably.

"W-what?! You're in l-l-love with me?! But why— s-since when?!"

Now it's her turn to be flustered, shyly holding her cheeks to feel the burning sensation beneath her finger tips.

"For a while now..."

"Eh?! Are you sure?! M-Maybe you're just—"

He doesn't finish his sentence, quickly shutting himself up at the sight of her condition — equally as bashful and fidgety — mirroring his own physical state.

His eyes light up at the picture perfect image, her hair flowing in the wind, petals raining down like a scene out of a cheesy rom-com, sun beaming a little too brightly to highlight the glossy look in her gaze.

It was as if the breath got sucked right out of him, unable to avert his eyes elsewhere, she was just that breathtaking.

And it was right there, where Izuku Midoriya realized that maybe... just maybe... his best friend truly has fallen in love with him.

Yet he couldn't make sense of why; how in the world he got the attention of such a beautiful girl.

Previous insecurities resurfacing to question if her feelings for him weren't just a miscalculation on her part, perhaps mistaken for something more than mere friendship but...

Izuku Midoriya may be dense, altho, not a complete fool.

The intense look in her eyes, holding more than a thousand words, gave him reassurance that she, in fact, meant what she said.

Only making him more shy as she awaits his response.

He softly mumbles.

"U-Um... then how about we go out to an arcade this weekend... just us two... uh-! I mean we don't h-have to if you don't want to I—"

Her eyes lit up at his invitation, and she suddenly couldn't resist — as if her body just moved on its own — stepping closer to peck an innocent kiss on his cheek, motivated by nothing other than pure joy.

Many months of pent up infatuation finally taking its course.

"Ah really?! I'd love to!"

He freezes.

And after a few moments, she immediately jerks back, realizing just how bold she was with that one action alone, feeling flushed at her own cheekiness.

"Oh— I'm so sorry Izuku! I didn't mean to—"

She gasps as he sees him stumble over, falling onto the vibrant plush grass, thankfully cushioning his fall — as his brain no doubt short circuits — practically melting like a puddle on the ground with a dazed expression.

The boy dramatically wounding up unconscious.

"Wahhh?! Izuku?!"

He woke up in the infirmary a few minutes later, still beyond starstruck as he attempted to answer recovery girls questions.

The older woman only gives him a comical deadpanned expression as he begins rambling on about his situation with y/n, frankly panicking about never being in a relationship before.

Already searching up 'tips to have the best first date' for future references, all while his hand remains on his cheek, right where she kissed him.

Smiling fondly at the memory, as if reminding himself that this is not a dream.

That sometimes your soulmate is your best friend, whom you hopelessly fell in love with.

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ᴀ/ɴ ||| hi my beautiful flowers! wow this fic is long what the heck, i was locked in?! this is a fic request from the number one deku fan hehe, i hope u like it lele!! lowkey this made me want to write for izuku more so yippieee, now time for me to go, plus ultra! ᕙ( •̀ ᗜ •́ )ᕗ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ||| @leleyro (❁ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)

[gardengnosticator]

idle hands

pairing: abby anderson x ellie williams

synopsis: 2.9k words in which abby purposefully pushes ellie over the edge and receives some punishment for being such a brat.

warnings: dom!ellie, sub!abby, spanking/impact play (a.receiving), dirty talk, use of pet names, finger sucking (e. receiving).

authors note: so so SO sorry that this request took me so long dear anon, hope it’s absurd length makes up for it. and once again thank you to @cheysarchives for the adorable divider.

abby is many things, a star athlete, a dedicated and hard working student and quite the popular figure on campus. one can’t blame her for that, she’s handsome and charming and every time she raises an arm to interject in the middle of a lecture the way her arms threaten to pop the sleeve of her shirt makes some girls in class clamp their legs shut. 

yes abby anderson is many things but to her, the most important thing she was, was to be ellie williams girlfriend. abby just adored the way ellie got so possessive over her, the way her fingers so tightly intertwined with hers, the way she immediately snuggled right up against her side when any other girl tried their luck, the furrowed brows and pouted lip whenever she saw the deluge of comments on whatever progress pic abby uploaded to instagram. and sometimes it was worth pushing those buttons. 

it was a really good picture in her defense, that post core workout glow, every single indent of her abdominals and v-line crisp coated with sweat, perfectly framed with her tank top pulled up to just tease a small glance of underboob. its barely up for a few seconds before someone comments, a random gym buddy, dropping the eye emoji ever so casually that it makes abby laugh. she laughs so much in fact that she goes as far as to like the comment. she liked the comment right as she saw ellie’s username flicker into her notifications. guaranteed ellie was going to see this. 

it’s a big mistake. and abby knew it. abby was betting the metaphorical farm on it in fact. was betting that ellie would see that comment and see that she had liked it and that such a bold display of flirtatious brattiness would have to warrant a response of some kind. abby’s thighs pressed together at the mere thought of it. 

—

ellie’s lips are pulled into a very tight line, her brows intensely pressed together in that most adorable displeased manner only she was capable of as she glared across the couch at abby. abby is too engrossed in her phone to care, at least that’s what she’s trying to project, trying to be ever so arrogant regardless of ellie’s tense gaze. abby clicks her tongue loudly before finally glancing up to look at ellie, one brow raised in mock confusion.

“something wrong baby?”

ellie huffed loudly. “yeah. you, anderson.” last name only, yeah, ellie was pissed. and abby didn’t want to let her know how hot that was, how that dark twinge to her voice caused her core to tighten and her thighs to subtly press together. at least she hoped it was subtle. but there’s no fun without a chase, so abby just shrugs her broad shoulders and offers her a confused pout. 

“i’m not psychic baby, you’re gonna have to tell me.” 

ellie sneers at that, at abby’s sickly-sweet teasing tone of voice, turning her body on the couch so she was now directly facing abby, eyes burning holes right into the very depth of abby’s soul and all abby can do is bite her bottom lip. those long, slender fingers of ellie’s find themselves digging right into the sturdy meat of abby’s thigh and that’s enough to cause the other woman to gasp, teeth sinking deeper into her bottom lip to try and silence her traitorous voice. 

“am i not good enough? not been treating you right, anderson? so needy you’re gonna give googly eyes to some random instagram hoe?” it takes all of abby’s willpower to listen to ellie’s words and not just lose herself in how those plush lips curl and roll with every single word. with the most amount of concentration she can muster outside of bracing for a deadlift, abby finds it in herself to issue a response. 

“n-no, of course not babe.” it’s meek. it’s just barely not a whisper but abby has at least given her an answer. an answer to which ellie can only respond to with a harsh, blunt laugh. 

“you’re so bad at lying. but i guess… this is my fault right? haven’t been giving you what you’ve been needing so of course you’re gonna go and act so out of turn.”

the sneer on ellie’s lips is anything but kind, it reeks of that subtle animalistic dominance the brunette very rarely taps into, that darkness coming over her pupils as she brings herself closer and closer to abby, her breath so hot against abby’s throat it made the larger woman quiver in her seat. 

abby can’t help but look away, bite her bottom lip hard and tilt her head upwards so ellie’s lips could ghost over that expanse of freckled skin. “you’ve been such a little brat, bet you did all this just to rile me up huh?” ellie’s voice is low, it’s not a whisper but abby feels like she has to strain herself to listen, mostly because her heart is hammering against her chest so hard she can barely hear anything over it. 

then suddenly ellie’s hand found its way to abby’s face, gripping her cheeks so tightly her lips are forced into a most pathetic looking pout.

“i’m waiting for an answer here, abby.” it’s almost adorable how abby wordlessly whines in ellie’s grasp, all those hours in the gym rendered useless when those long, slender fingers pressed themselves into her skin. all abby can do is nod, nod and clench her thighs together to try and draw some friction out of her pyjama bottoms. 

“first you go ahead and act like such a brat on your instagram just so i can see it and then you refuse to even answer me.” ellie clicks her tongue and still with that firm grip on abby’s cheeks she so effortlessly pulls the larger girl across her lap.

ellie smirks, seeing abby’s broad frame splayed over her thighs, that subtle arch in her low back that just begs for ellie’s attention. abby relents, shame and arousal beating a crimson mask onto her cheeks as she allows her head to sink into the cushions of the couch to try and steady herself. 

something proved fruitless to the sensation of ellie’s greedy palm coming down to grope her ass like it owed her money. a groan wracked through abby’s throat as she squirmed her hips about over ellie’s lap, the brunette’s hand palming the taut mounds of her rear all the while.

“if you’re going to go and misbehave, there should be some consequences, right?” silence from abby, apart from the rustling of her body as she tried to make herself comfortable in such a demeaning position.

ellie clicks her tongue. her groping fingers sinking in a tad harsher now, squeezing just hard enough to get abby to roll her head to the side so she could look up at her, a slight dampness forming in the corners of her eyes.

abby’s voice comes out as a whimper, “y-yeah.” ellie quirks a brow, “yeah? yeah, what?” her hand eases up just enough to make her next grope even more forceful and abby keened loudly as a result. 

“b-bad girls get punished.” abby mutters, each syllable causing an intense ache to grow between thighs, an ache ellie can’t help but as her hand ever so teasingly drags its way down between abby’s thighs to grind against her clothed crotch.

“and you’ve been a very bad girl to me, haven’t you?” it’s adorable how quickly abby’s head bobs its way up and down in agreement, she has been bad. she had been bad for this very reason, for ellie to stake her claim and remind abby just how badly she needs her. and ellie is more than happy to remind her. 

ellie greedily slips her hand upwards an with practiced ease, she grabs the waistband of abby’s sweats and yanks them down just enough to expose her ass. ellie shivers, letting out a low growl as she finally gorges her hands on abby’s plump, meaty cheeks. squeezing, groping, grasping, spreading her cheeks and making abby grunt and squirm as she buried her face back into the couch cushions to avoid the teasing ellie would shower her with if she caught a sight of how red her cheeks were. 

“im thinking… five today, you think you can be a big girl for me and handle five, abby?” ellie’s voice was laced with the kind of lust that made abby oh-so-desperate, back arching, thighs quivering and the wet patch on the crotch of her panties so obvious ellie cant help but let out a moan of appreciation at the sight. her fingers find their way to graze their way over abby’s soaked folds, something that just causes the large woman to shudder and moan out ellie’s name.

this isn’t the answer ellie was looking for however, the hand that isnt busying itself with her ass, once again grabs a hold of abby’s face, twisting her head to the side so abby is forced to make eye contact with ellie and the frenzied look of lust on the william’s face makes abby feels so delightfully important. like she was all ellie wanted, that she was ellie’s entire world. 

“f-fuh-five…” abby finally manages to sputter out, her plush lips too enticing for ellie to ignore as she lets her iron grip on abby’s chin go solely so she can forcefully push two digits right inside abby’s mouth, calloused tips pressing down on that thick muscle of her tongue and abby, through instinct alone, hollowed her cheeks and began suckling. ellie had trained her girl well after all. 

“good girl.” ellie’s voice is hushed, the room silent save for the sound of abby greedily gagging herself on the william’s nimble digits as she savored the tension of waiting for what comes next. despite all her tensing, all the effort abby put at dulling the burning ache within her core, the first spank comes hard and fast. not some simple flick of the wrist, neither abby nor ellie would be content with that.

ellie puts what feels like her entire bodyweight into it and abby lets out a muffled squeal of pleasure as she feel the fat of her ass begin to redden, and ellie doesn’t let up, her hand refusing to give abby even the slightest bit of respite as she moves to forcefully grope the still tender flesh. 

“count for me baby.” ellie coos, voice far too sweet and soft considering the way her fingers were all but tearing their way into abby’s rear end. it takes all of abby’s willpower to open her mouth enough to mutter out words and not the lurid sounds of spit-filled moans. she doesn’t want to let up on ellie’s fingers for even a second but she knows what will and what WON’T happen if she doesn’t obey.

“o-one!” she grunts before going right back to bobbing her head back and forth over ellie’s soaked digits. ellie cant help but bite back a moan of her own at the sight, her good girl, doing such a good job. such a good job that ellie cant help but crane her head forward to plant a soft kiss to abby’s shoulder, so soft and so fleeting but it makes abby whine like a bitch in heat. 

ellie’s breathing is heavy, her lips peppering kisses over the back of abby’s neck as she brings her free hand up, making sure abby was far too distracted by the fingers in her throat to be prepared and bringing it down for another harsh slap.

this one hit with such severity that abby’s entire weight shifted forward and the back of her throat was quickly introduced to ellie’s fingertips, gagging loudly over twisting scissoring fingers violating her mouth. abby’s eyes clamp themselves shut, a hint of tears pricking at the corner of them as she manages to summon enough strength to groan out a, “tuh-two!” for ellie to hear. 

ellie lets out a husky chuckle, her head craned so she can nip at abby’s earlobe, raking it between her teeth as she teased, “three more baby, three more for me. being so fucking good ill just have to reward you later.”

the thought of what that reward could be only made abby squirm, her arousal so obvious as her slick made a mess over ellie’s lap. both girls are breathing heavy now, the tension in the room as thick as the scent of sweat and lust that permeated over the two of them. abby is whining pathetically, drool pooling out of her mouth, thick ribbons of saliva smeared over ellie’s fingers as she fucked her face without respite.

again, the loud thwack of palm meeting skin breaks the silence, abby lurches forward again, her feet kicking up and down as the mixture of pain and desire muddled her already mushy brain. 

abby is nearly so far gone that she almost forgets what ellie asked of her, at this point she doesn’t think she could concentrate on anything other than the beautiful sting of her raw flesh and the sensation of what seems to be ellie reaching down into her throat to seemingly pluck out her very heart to carve her name into it.

what brings abby back to earth, is ellie’s teeth finding their way to her throat, canines sinking in just enough to remind abby what her purpose was. “three! th-three!” abby grunts, tears finally beginning to streak down her cheeks as her lips tremble between a frown and smile as ellie claims her. 

“dont fucking lose count, dont you dare lose count on me abby, or else ill get a whole lot meaner.” there’s a part of abby, deep down inside of her being that wants to egg ellie on, wants to smirk and gloat and shrug her shoulders and see just how mean she could actually get, how far ellie would push abby to get her to break just so she can put her back together again.

but that could come later, the only thing abby could do right now was nod so hard it looked like her head was going to snap off. abby’s ass at this point is so red and raw ellie is beginning to feel the slightest pang of guilt, sitting was definitely going to be a struggle for the next few days for her but seeing her girl so close to finishing was enough to silence that small internal voice telling her to ease up. 

ellie licks a stripe over abby’s jawline before straightening her back, taking several deep breaths to ground herself as she looked down at the gorgeous sight laid upon her lap.

“two more baby, two more. you can handle that, you’re doing so well, you can take this.” abby knows this to be true, ellie knows it too and thats why she doesn’t need to wait for abby to say anything before her hand crashes back down. the fat of her ass rippling under the impact so beautifully ellie lets out a low whistle of appreciation before raising a brow and waiting for abby’s response.

abby is gurgling, her voice hoarse and her body so perfectly sore in all the right ways but she can muster a whispered response, her mouth and jaw already beginning to clench up from her hungry sucking, she gives herself up, rolling ellie’s fingers out of her mouth so she can weakly drool onto the cushions underneath her.

“four…” she mutters, between gasping breaths, her fingers so tightly dug into the arm of the couch that it looked like she’d tear it asunder. 

ellie shudders at this, her girl, so perfect and gorgeous and spent and broken just for her. because of her. and she was the one who was going to put her right back together in the end. ellie leans down once more, the sweetest, tenderest, most softest of kisses coming to press to the top of abby’s head. a small act of kindness to really make this last one sting just right.

“last one, think you can take it?” ellie already knows what abby’s answer will be, abby knows it too but to say it aloud is what makes this kind of back and forth so rewarding. wordlessly, abby rolls her head to the side, her tear-filled eyes gazing up at ellie with such devotion, ellie can feel her heart in her throat. 

“y-yeah. i can take it.” the smile on abby’s lips is encouragement enough and ellie gives in, pressing a kiss right atop them before readying herself once more. “so fucking perfect for me abs.” the tension was gone, the brattiness fully subsided as abby took one deep breath and once again buried her face into the couch to muffle the scream that ripped out of her throat as ellie’s hand came down for the last time.

by now abby is sniffling, out of tears and out of energy, she so easily crumples into ellie’s grasp as she is hefted up to be cradled in her arms. ellie peppers the poor girls tear streaked cheeks with kisses as she holds her close to her chest, so close abby can feel how erratically ellie’s own heart is beating.

yet despite the pain really beginning to settle into her glutes, and her throat feeling so raw abby can’t help but nuzzle her face into the crook of ellie’s neck like it was the safest place in the world. and as ellie rubbed circles into the small of her back and the whispers of praise and the afterglow of a sore behind lull abby to sleep.

[obviousflirtations]

Zero Gravity (Part 4)

In which Maisie Johnson, professional snowboarder and known force in the snowboarding world, somehow falls for a 'pretty boy hockey player'. Jack Hughes finds the one girl who makes him feel like he's on his toes because she matches his energy. Want to start from the beginning? Part One Part two Part Three

Maisie did not expect Red to fly in two days later. When he saw her, he all but wrapped her into a bear hug.

She let out a surprised noise as he spun her once for dramatic flair. “Jesus, Red,” she muttered into his shoulder, caught somewhere between laughter and exasperation.

"What?" Red questioned, seeing her vaguely amused look that was masking some confusion.

Maisie shook her head, a laugh on her lips as Red set her down, "you have separation anxiety, I swear."

"I missed you, let a boy live," he put a hand on his heart.

She folded her arms across her chest, "I literally saw you last week."

He shook his head, "that was so long ago. Feels like a lifetime has passed."

She hit his arm, a smile on her lips. They were attached at the hip between events, did interviews together, and were featured on Burton and Red Bull's pages so often they were both surprised they weren't sick of them. Then again, together they were controlled chaos in every sense of the word. So, Red saying he missed her wasn't too surprising because she had missed him too.

"So," Red stated, "Devils game?"

She hung her head back, "I haven't even decided if we're going to go yet or not."

Red raised a brow, "uh-huh," he didn't sound convinced. "I think you want me to say that we're going."

Maisie looked at him, eyes wide, "no, no, definitely not. I would never try to manipulate you into making the decision for me"

Red pointed to her phone because now was the time for him to make decisions, which was in her pocket, "just message him and say you're coming."

She huffed, reaching to get her phone out, "fine, don't twist my arm too hard." She was going to end up going anyways, she just wanted the validation.

She opened Instagram (because she still didn't have his number not that she was going to give it to Jack) and went to their message thread.

Will be at your game tmr Bringing a friend, too Don't eat the ice

And then she waited, and shoved her phone back into her pocket like it was going to fly away if she looked at it too long.

Red looked at her, tilted his head slightly, and pursed his lips. He could read her like a book, it came with having known her for years and being together at both their highest and lowest moments. "So, are you sure you aren't the one with a crush?"

Maisie shot him a glare, "I don't do crushes, or dating, you know that!"

He looked at her with the infuriatingly knowing look, the one she would either talk over or glare back at,.

"Does he?"

That made her pause. Because he didn't. Then again, it never really came up. She was travelling most of the year, competing or training. Dating was one of the last things on her mind. She was emotionally unavailable at best, and he seemed far too energetic.

It was so soft, Red thought he imagined it. "No, he doesn't."

She sighed and pulled her phone out again.

Really??? Guess I'm worth the work

She stared at the message a little longer than she meant to before typing a response.

We'll see

She let out a sigh and ran a hand threw her hair, "doesn't matter, it's not like I'd fall for him, anyways."

Red shot her a look she didn’t catch, one of those raised-eyebrow, slow-blink, you keep telling yourself that expressions.

"Yeah," Red muttered under his breath, "keep telling yourself that."

Red and Maisie are my favorite duo, trust

[0zymand1as]

Got silly, wanted to try stuff

Art ref 👇

Some other versions of it

[red-ruth]

Let’s play a fun game called do I actually like men or am I just envious of how easy it would be for me if I just let whatever happens happen

[arctic-hands]

Oh the bane of wanting shoes that fit your vibe but you're disabled and need to prioritize comfort over aesthetics and also you're at sub-sub-poverty levels of our abysmal SSI

[maythray]

idk as the price of things go up i find myself often going "oh, well im sure i can just make that myself for cheaper then..." instead of footing the price. do i actually go through with making it myself? often not. but idk. a bagel with cream cheese should not be worth 4 dollars. an egg cheese and bacon in a tortilla should not be 3.50. i can do that myself.

[tsunomenom]

2 hands | op81 smau

♡ summary: where you try to soft launch your boyfriend but your fans link you to the wrong papaya boy

♡ pairing: oscar piastri x singer!reader

♡ warnings: use of yn, some implied suggestive comments

♡ faceclaim: tate mcrae

masterlist

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yourusername 2 HANDS SONG & VID OUT NOW 🏎️🌟🏆

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user21 EATS EATS EATS

user33 POP PRINCESS YN DROPS ANOTHER BANGER‼️

user921 WILD

oliviarodrigo HAWT 🤭

yourusername 😍😍

user13 orange is her color guys 🤭🤭

yourusername it’s papaya 😉🧡

user541 yourusername STFU

user302 WE SAW THAT MCLAREN GIRL STOP WITH THE HINTS 🥲🥲

user921 she stays cryptic i’m so tired 😭

landonorris ate 👏👏 ♥︎ by author

user209 i see u 👀

user412 giving… boyfriend?

user307 NOT SLICK MF

user100 SHE WANTS UR 2 HANDS

user312 OKAY THEY NOT SLICK AT ALL WE ALL KNOW THATS landonorris IN SLIDE 2 😭😭

user44 HONESTLY 😭

sabrinacarpenter you don’t know how to not make a bop 😩😩

yourusername PLEASE COMING FROM YOUUU 🥲🤭🤭

user312 idc who she’s dating (cough lando norris cough) whoever it is wildling cause what do you mean YOU LOOK GOOD ON TOP OF ME 😭

user031 FREAKYYY

user991 she went to the same school of ovulation songs sabrina and taylor did

alexandrasaintmleux i haven’t stopped streaming since it dropped beautiful 😍😍

yourusername I LOVE YOU STAWP

user621 THAT VIDEO WAS HAWWWWT LIKE OMFG 😭

—— twitter

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user341 they’ll make a power couple tbfh 😩

user031 TWO HOT PEOPLE (allegedly) DATING 😍🤭

user145 I LOVE WHEN HOT PEOPLE DATE OTHER HOT PEOPLE ‼️

user773 HONESTLY 😭

user981 they’re my celebrity crushes i can’t handle this (allegedly)

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user044 CAUSE HONESTLY THAT TIKTOK CONVINCED ME-

user992 NO SAME

user312 not to play devils advocate but lando really is the only papaya driver who has that kinda merch 🤷‍♀️

user210 confused but continue

user312 user210 just saying she could be dating like oscar or pato just cause it’s lando’s car doesn’t mean it’s lando

user210 user312 back to bed grandma (also f1 literally commented on the og tiktok referencing lando…)

user087 she wasn’t slick with that video especially not after liking the f1 comment 😭

user127 WHAT COMMENT?

user087 user127 f1’s official tiktok commented on the tiktok referenced here “this might be lando norris 😳”

user127 user087 YOURE KIDDING

user787 this was honestly THE proof for me like it sealed the deal for me.

user991 i was convinced theyre dating after this too 😭

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user912 GIRL IS OBSESSED 😭

user012 he’s got her down bad and i love the content 😭😭

user132 ITS SOOO GOOD THOUGHHH 😭😭😭😭😭

user778 NO FR FR SHE ATE

user341 SHES DOWN BAD AND IT SHOWWWS 😩

user003 i’m obsessed (but not convinced she’s dating lando 😬)

user778 OH?? whyyyyyy?

user003 user778 just the vibe also her soft launch has had an underlying aussie theme i feel 🤷‍♀️

user334 user003 back to bed grandma it’s ynlando endgame 😩

~~~

user922 is this a safe place?

user176 … i guess?

user992 don’t think yn is dating lando.

user176 nvm not a safe space.

user076 I AM EATING UP EVERY BREADCRUMB SHE DROPS TILL WE GET THE YNLANDO HARD LAUNCH 😭😭😭

user199 i’m obsessed with this and the new album is def papaya coded 😭😭😭

user990 THERE WAS A WHOLE ASS MCLAREN IN HER MV LIKE WTF 😩

user954 SHES NOT SLICK AT ALL

user103 i can’t get over her obvious easter eggs that lead straight to lando 😭😭😭

user031 left field here she’s dating pato ☺️

user176 this is actually hilarious as shit 😭😭

user988 BYE PATOOOO 😭😭😭

—— messages between yn & oscar

—— instagram

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oscarpiastri Happy.

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user072 his caption would be that on a soft launch 😭

user871 he’s a man of few words

user880 OMG A SOFT LAUNCH 😭🥲

hattiepiastri i’m appalled on behalf of your girlfriend. that caption has no enthusiasm

oscarpiastri I’ll have you know i was actually very happy writing that.

hattiepiastri YOURE BEYOND HELP 😭😭

user701 AWW HIM AND LANDO BOTH HAVE GFS 😍

user299 who is lando’s gf?

user701 user299 yourusername

user976 user701 ALLEGEDLY ☝️

user232 THIS IS ADORABLE

landonorris i did not approve that caption when i helped you make this post.

user189 BYE HE ASKED LANDO FOR HELP 😭

alex_albon damn just expose him like that 💀

oscarpiastri I asked for your help in confidence…

rileywhittall disrespecting my wife with that caption is wild 🤧

lilymhe no honestly he needs more enthusiasm when posting about her 😓😓

oscarpiastri logansargeant alex_albon They’re bullying me.

user876 so lando’s dating yn ln and oscar is soft launching what world are we living in 😭

user109 you’re living in delusion cause when has ANYONE confirmed yn and lando

user716 THIS IS CUTE THOUGH GUYS 😭😭

user776 NO FR LIKE I LOOVE

user614 i’m obsessed with this stoppp 😭🤧🤧

user031 cutest soft launch i’ve ever seen 😩

user845 yn in the likes…

user103 supporting her man’s teammate’s soft launch 😍

user845 user103 or hear me out just supporting her man 😍

user103 user845 nope.

user143 the girl looks like yn…

user034 except she’s dating lando 😍😍

user778 user034 ALLEGEDLY

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f1wags SPOTTED Lando Norris and model, Magui Corceiro, recently in Monaco. Rumors of Lando and YN LN have been spreading recently but has this development squashed those?

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user781 that’s crazy…

user091 oh- so yn’s not dating lando…

user845 I WILL BE ACCEPTING APOLOGIES

user097 BUT WHO IS SHE DATING

user199 user097 HEAR ME OUT… OSCAHHH

user188 so ynoscar girlies is it our time??

user976 YESSSS ynoscar

user009 lando and magui make more since than lando and yn

user755 true true

user129 WAIT SO 2 HANDS IS ABOUT OSCAR 😭

user087 still allegedly ☝️

user631 STOPP THE OVULATION BOP IS ABOUT THE POLITE CAT OSCAR PIASTRI 😭😭😭

user917 still in shock from loosing ynlando like that 🤧🤧

user900 mourning a relationship that never existed is CRAZYYYY

user930 they look good together 😭

user021 actually obsessed with them

user487 lando hard launched so people would stop shipping him with his teammates gf 😂😂

user079 NO FR 💀

—— yourusername instagram story

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sabrinacarpenter ANOTHER BANGER?

➥ yourusername 👀👀👀

➥ sabrinacarpenter STOPP

user087 OMG OMG OMG

user916 YESSS A NEW SONG‼️‼️

lilymhe i just screamed ngl 🥲🥲

➥ yourusername BYE ILY 😭

user009 ANOTHER BANGER ANOTHER BANGER

oliviarodrigo is this THE one 👀

➥ yourusername maaybeee 🤭

user991 AHHHHHHHHH

user021 A SONG ABOUT OSCARR?

alexandrasaintmleux SHUT UP 🤧

➥ yourusername eeeeeeeeek

—— instagram

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yourusername SPORTS CAR mv and song out now!!!!! this video was a dream come true! thank you to everyone who made it possible and a special shoutout to the muse for the song ;) oscarpiastri

hope you guys enjoy it. love youuuuu <3

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user920 HARD LAUNCH I REPEAT HARD LAUNCH

user801 YNOSCAR GIRLIES WONNNNNNNNNN 😍😍😍

user167 ITS GIVING BRITNEEEEY

spotify gonna rent a sports car so we can play sports car in a sports car

ynhq Pop star. ♥︎ by author

user910 REAL

user192 100%

user676 POP PRINCESSSSS

user921 ATE ONCE AGAIN

user003 HARD LAUNCH OF THE CENTURYYYYYYYYYYY

landonorris i couldve gone my whole life without seeing these lyrics ☺️

yourusername whoops ☺️

landonorris yourusername no apology?

yourusername landonorris nope 👍

user039 OVULATION SONG 🔥🔥

user107 POP DIVA YN DEVOURS ONCE AGAIN

lilymhe I LOVE THIS SO MUCH DIVAAA

yourusername MWAH 🤭

applemusic 👑🏎️

user103 ACTUALLY ATE AND POP PRINCESS WILL EAT UP THE PADDOCK 😍😍😍

user309 YESS F1 WAG YN IS GONNA DEVOUUUURR

hattiepiastri you’re literally perfect 🤧🤧🤧

yourusername stfu you’re perfect 😭 literally my favorite piastri‼️

oscarpiastri yourusername Rude.

user937 YES.

user776 i wanna apologize for ever thinking she was dating lando cause i can’t wait to watch her unhingeness mesh with oscar’s nonchalant ass 😍

oscarpiastri 🧡

yourusername you got a sports car?? 😏 ♥︎ by oscarpiastri

user003 yourusername have i got good news for you

alexandrasaintmleux actually obsessed!! ♥︎ by author

user921 OSCAR PIASTRI I WAS NOT FAMILIAR WITH YOUR GAME

user209 SHOCKED TBH

user129 THE POLITE CAT PULLED 😍 ♥︎ by author

oscarpiastri You’re so incredibly talented and I am immensely proud of you! Grateful to be called your boyfriend and your muse. I love you 🧡

user031 i’m tearing up stop 🤧

hattiepiastri 👏👏👏

user995 this is too much 😭

yourusername IM SOBBING ENOUGHHHH 🤧🤧🤧🤧🤧 i love you sm osco. best muse ever 🧡

[xinganhao]

⛓️‍💥 svt trying (and failing) to gatekeep you.

ANON REQUESTED “SEVEN-I wanted to gatekeep you from everyone else but I failed-TEEN and their bff/gf??”

ⓘ INCLUDES: romance, fluff, humor. established relationships, use of pet names, mention of alcohol (soonyoung). headcanons under the cut. ・ NOTE: the laugh i let out when i saw this request. my favorite genre of svt fr. ‹𝟹

⛓️‍💥 how (and why) seventeen failed at gatekeeping you.

seungcheol posts a photo of you on weverse. it's simple enough: a picture of you across the table from him, smiling over a dinner date. the only caption is a single red heart emoji. the photo choice is intentional. he chose one where your face is clear and your identity is unmistakable, because he'll be damned if any other guy tries to hit you up when you're spoken for.

jeonghan falls into the rabbit hole of couple items. it starts with the phone cases, but it doesn't end there. clothes of the same style. shoes from the same brand. he swears he's not playing relationship olympics; it's just so clear to him that the two of you are the it couple. anybody who says otherwise can talk to your matching luxury bags, thank you very much.

joshua misses the fact that he hadn't switched instagram accounts. he has two: his work-sanctioned one, and the one where he keeps up with everybody that matters. the boys call it his 'shrine' for you, because that's where he actually keeps log of your little dates. until he accidentally posts it to his main. where's that damn delete button, and why is it so elusive?

junhui is on a roll during an interview. he's in a chatty mood, and he's feeling a little loose-lipped. when the interviewer cleverly asks about his love life— phrasing it like they already know he has one— jun is trapped. hook, line, sinker. he happily yaps about you, only to realize much later that may have not been the move. too late. the interview's already live.

soonyoung should have known that alcohol and a media engagement would not be a good combination. he had begged the producers to cut the footage out, but, alas; it was the most clickbait-y part of the video. how could they? now, everybody knows soonyoung can rant about how much he loves you for upwards of twenty minutes.

wonwoo isn't aware he was supposed to be gatekeeping you. one fine day, he drops a carousel of photos on his photography account. you're partially visible in some of them— the side of your face, the curve of your side, the flash of your grin. the two of you had been on vacation. the account is his archive, anyway; everyone else's opinion be damned. he wants to remember you like this.

it's not a name drop, but it's a close thing. jihoon's never been the type to declare things on sns, so he does it in the way that he knows. a throwaway lyric. an entire song. fine, maybe a mini-album. he could have an entire discography solely about you, if he's being honest. people can guess all they want. if you're immortalize in his song, then jihoon's job is done.

from the very beginning, seokmin has wanted to scream you off the rooftops. he holds back because he knows the consequences of going public. he can't resist it, though, and he eventually sneaks a photo or two into a photo carousel. he gets giddy at perfecting the soft launch, at nailing the art of perfectly-cropped photos and choice songs. it scratches that itch of his— the urge to have everybody know about you, while also keeping you to himself.

you and mingyu show up at fashion week, immaculately dressed from head to toe. talk about a hard launch! he giggles as he answers questions from interviewers. it's clear to everybody that he's absolutely smitten. there are literal models in front of him, and he's looking at you like you beat them out any day. he never really liked these types of events, but if he gets to have you at his side, looking like the goddess that you are— well. he might have to start responding to a couple more invites.

minghao shocks the entertainment industry with a well-worded essay on weibo about the importance of valuing an idol's private relationships. in true minghao fashion, he makes it abundantly clear how important boundaries are to him. buried underneath that is the confirmation that he is dating, yes, and that it's a part of his life he'll stake his career to defend. this is just his job, but loving you is part of his life.

seungkwan's cover of a western love song has fans swooning, but a dedication buried in the description of the youtube video has everybody flabbergasted. 'dedicated to my girl,' it simply says. no explanation. no name drop. seungkwan has a girl, and that's that. he accepts your wrath; he knows you'll secretly enjoy reading the absurd speculation with him. chaos is fun in moderation, and this is one of the ways seungkwan likes to poke the bear.

it's a series of unfortunate events for vernon. he posts a mirror selfie of himself— a rare one!— without knowing anyone can zoom in and see you on his bed, (thankfully) fully clothed but definitely looking very comfortable. like you belong there. he takes a long nap after, missing dozens of calls and waking up to hundreds of texts. oh, well. you were going to have to go public one day, anyway.

your privacy might have lasted if chan wasn't so damn obvious whenever the two of you were out and about. even on your most discreet dates, chan looks a little too happy to just be hanging out with a friend. the paparazzi catches wind. the final nail on the coffin is a close-up stolen photo of chan's lockscreen: a selfie of him planting a big, fat kiss on your cheek.

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[cherryite]

i'll tr(eat) you better

summary. your boyfriend cheats on you and after a long time coming, you break up with him. your best friend mark comes to comfort you in your time of need, and he shows you what's been in front of you this whole time (word count. 2.3k)

content. fem!reader x mark grayson, friends to lovers, hurt/comfort, you get cheated on, confession of feelings, beginning of relationship

warnings. MDNI!!!, smut, oral sex (fem receiving), some fingering, cum eating?

author's note. i hope no one has done this already because i thought the name was so funny i had to do it heheh

Getting a ‘hey girly’ message on your Instagram was not how you wanted your Saturday to start. Photo evidence of your boyfriend Luke, making out with another girl from your chemistry class. Your eyes can barely believe it when you survey the picture, your eyes canning for recognizable features. There’s no denying the way Luke has her shamelessly pressed against the dimly lit brick wall of one of the campus bars, his hands gripping her waist possessively.

The worst part? He didn’t even deny it when you texted him about it to confront him.

Sitting in your bed, waiting for your boyfriend of eight months to say anything about the pictures you had just sent him, eyes glued to your phone. Three dots pop up, then disappear, then pop up again. Finally, his response comes through: 'It was a mistake’.

Oh please, your eyes nearly rolled out of your head. They probably would have if you hadn’t been crying. You and Luke had had it rough, even though the relationship wasn’t long, he genuinely was not a good boyfriend most of the time. He forgot your birthday, brushing it off with an excuse about being “too busy with schoolwork.” On several occasions he would get upset with you when you were around other men, specifically your best friend, Mark. If you were being honest with yourself, the relationship had been dead long before this moment. You had just been clinging to it, clinging to the idea of having a first real boyfriend, like some naïve, lovesick girl.

That didn’t mean it didn’t hurt that he cheated though. After texting him that the relationship was over, chewing him out, blocking him, and crying for half the day about the impending loneliness of being single, your phone starts ringing. Half expecting it to be Luke, you groan audibly, rolling over in your blankets to grab your phone off your nightstand. You are happy to see it’s not Luke, but it’s Mark.

Your heart beats uncomfortably in your chest, a pang of affection surging through you. One of the only reasons you even said yes to going on a date with Luke is because you were trying to stomp the feelings you had for your best friend that stirred in your chest when you saw him. After the date with Luke, you really did like him, he was charming, nice, and really into you. Which is why you said yes to the second date, and then the third, and eventually said yes to being his girlfriend. It had worked for a few months, you were happy with Luke, up until he started dropping the ball on all his boyfriend duties.

The silly contact photo you have of Mark flashes on the screen; a 0.5 of him eating a dino nugget, completely unaware of you taking it. He hates this photo, you love it. Swiping at your phone, you answer the call, Mark’s voice ringing out instantly.

“Hey! I haven’t heard from you all day,” he says, his tone carrying a familiar warmth, though there’s a slight pout underlying his words. “William said I should make sure you were still alive.”

“I’m alive,” you wince as you talk, your voice is rough from crying. Mark is quiet for a brief moment on the other line before speaking again and you know he’s caught on.

“Are you sick? You don’t sound so good.”

You scoff, rolling over to stare at the ceiling in bed, “Wow thanks Mark.”

“Sorry, it’s true!” His exasperation is lighthearted, but you hear the concern buried beneath it as he softly continues, “It sounds like you’ve been crying.”

Now it’s your turn to be quiet. He says your name softly after your silence stretches for around a minute.

“Uh,” you sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand, “Luke cheated on me. I told him we were done. I’m just… a bit sad, is all.”

There’s rustling on his end of the line, the distinct sound of his footfalls as he crosses his room. You frown as he speaks again.

“I’ll be right over,” he says, his tone gentle as you hear him zip up what you can only assume to be his backpack. Your eyes widen, fully aware you look like a total mess right now.

“Mark you don’t have to-” you start to say, pushing yourself upright, as he cuts you off.

“I want to, I’ll be over in like five minutes.”

You barely manage an “okay” before he hangs up. Staring at your phone, your stomach twists with equal parts panic and warmth. Then, you catch sight of yourself in the mirror. Upon realizing you look like you just woke up from a hundred year long slumber, you bolt to your bathroom, brushing your hair so it doesn’t look like a bird's nest. Upon returning to your room, Mark is actively climbing through your window, obviously having flown over. His deep brown eyes find your figure and immediately crosses the room to pull you into his chest. The sigh that leaves you is involuntary, simply happy to be in the presence of someone who you care about, leaning your head on his chest.

“Fuck that guy,” Mark says, his lips brush over your hairline as he speaks, his voice comforting and soft as he holds you in his arms. You nod against him, your arms slipping around his waist, feeling the lean muscle of his stomach under his shirt. The hug lingers, neither of you say anything and you're surprised your tears have run dry finally. Eventually you pull away, his hands finding purchase on the small of your back, his touch is warm and grounding. You look up at him, pieces of black hair fall over his forehead as he tilts his head to look at you.

“Wanna lay down?” he asks quietly, his fingertips absentmindedly tracing your spine. You just nod as he guides you to your bed, the mess of blankets surrounding the both of you. He rests his head on your stomach, right above your belly button, his body slotting in between your legs. His arms encircle your middle loosely, tilting his head up to look at you from where you rest against the pillows. Heat rushes through your body because he looks so pretty like this, his eyes kind looking up at you, almost like he's a puppy begging for a treat.

“Thanks for coming over Mark,” you say, your voice faint, traces of your earlier emotions still showing through. He smiles, albeit a bit sheepishly, his cheek resting on the sliver of exposed skin around your stomach where your tank top rides up.

“Couldn’t let you be alone after a breakup,” he explains, his hands drawing shapes absentmindedly on your back over the fabric that separates your skin from his.

You hum, threading your fingers through his hair. “I would’ve been fine. I’m not super broken up about it.”

Mark quirks an eyebrow up as you speak, “Why? I thought he was good to you.” He pauses, “Well, before he…” He trials off, his jaw tightening, your fingers still carding through his hair comfortingly.

“He was for a while, he just,” you sigh, shrugging your shoulders, “stopped caring. He forgot my birthday, he didn’t kiss me. Stopped doing a lot of things.”

Mark mumbles something under his breath, his voice vibrates against your skin, shivers dance up your spine at the feeling. Your eyes flicker down to his face, which is now heavily flushed.

“What was that? I didn’t hear you.”

“I said,” he swallows thickly, his hand running down your side, resting at your hip where the band of your flimsy shorts are, “I would treat you better than that.” His voice is quiet, hesitant as he fingers the waistband of your shorts, his eyes drawing back up to your face.

Your breath stutters at his words and at the look in his eyes. Those pretty brown eyes of his are filled with affection, and what you can only place as desire, his pupils blown wide. From his place on your stomach, you’re certain he can feel the way your heart pumps faster, your eyes widening at his words.

“Please,” he says, his voice quiet, raspy. “Let me- just let me show you.”

Your breath stutters, your chest rising and falling in quick, uneven movements. Heat licks up your spine, curling in your stomach, spreading like wildfire through your veins. You can barely nod your head, giving him permission.

Mark holds your gaze for a few more moments, his dark eyes searching yours, looking for any sign of hesitation. When he finds none, he hooks his fingers around your shorts and underwear. Slowly, deliberately, he tugs them down, his knuckles grazing over the sensitive skin of your hips.

“Tell me if you want me to stop,” he mutters, his voice barely above a whisper as he gradually pulls the garments down your legs. His voice waivers with hesitation, his eyes unwavering in their connection to yours, as though he’s waiting for the moment you change your mind. Even in your exposed and heated state, you breathe out an answer. “Okay.”

He nods and exhales like he's been holding his breath, running his hands up your bare thighs. They come to rest on your hips, his strength effortlessly keeping you in place. Your back arches involuntarily as his breath fans over your exposed cunt. Your mind can barely process what's happening, because this all feels like a wet dream she would have had a year ago.

He presses a soft kiss to your core and you can feel your walls throb. His nose nudges against your clit as his tongue slides over your folds, hesitant but sweet. Mark’s grip tightens when you try to shift, his hands pressing down over your hips, effectively holding you still. A soft sound catches in your throat, frustration and anticipation winding together into something almost unbearable. You want to grind your hips against his face, relieving some of the tension you feel curling in your gut.

He continues to lap at your wet folds, his breath hot and warm as he adjusts his hands. One arm crosses over your hips, keeping you pinned down to the mattress. The other hand squeezes your thigh before his thumb presses against your clit, eliciting a whine from your mouth. Your hands fly to his hair as his thumb rubs circles against your sensitive nub, his tongue continuing to slip through your wet folds.

The sensation of your hands in his hair draws a moan from his throat, the rumbling of his voice hitting straight into your core. His lips attach to your pulsing cunt, sucking as his tongue flicks deeper into you, his fingers still stimulating your clit.

When Mark finally lifts his gaze, his eyes are half lidded, deep brown eyes filled with something unreadable. The sight alone steals whatever words you might have spoken, leaving you breathless under the weight of his attention.You whimper when his eyes flicker up to watch your face as it twists with pleasure. He looks like he’s memorizing your reactions, the way your mouth parts with every sharp inhale, the way your lashes flutter. His fingers slide from your clit to circle your slick hole, bringing his mouth to suck at your clit instead.

“Fuck Mark,” you breathe out, your thighs clamping around his head. He groans, plunging two fingers into you, pushing against your plushy wet walls. His voice is muffled, a breathy, needy sound brushing against your skin as he speaks.

“S’ good,” he mumbles against you, his mouth hungrily sucking and lapping at your heat. His fingers curl in you as he pumps them in and out with the rhythm of his tongue, your hips twitching with pleasure, still tight in his hold. The pressure in your belly is too much, nearly at your climax. You whimper pathetically, your eyes squeeze shut as your head lolls to the side.

“Mhm, fuck-,” you breath out, your voice is uncontrolled, pitchy and desperate as you speak, ”I’m close, ah.” At your words, he nips at your clit, your walls tightening around his fingers. His arm releases your hip, sliding his hand up your shirt to cup at your breast, his warm thumbs rubbing over the peak of your nipple, your entire body jolts. With your hips freed, you immediately grind down on his face, his fingers pumping into you faster as you chase your release. He moans when you grind against him, his nose rubbing against you causing your fingers to curl in his hair.

You feel your release snap suddenly, leaving you a mess of moans and shuddering. Mark’s fingers slowly massage against your trembling walls, helping you ride out the waves of pleasure. His mouth suctions to the spot where his fingers disappear into you, his mouth lapping up any of your release that he can get at as it seeps out, making a mess of your folds. The shaking of your body subsides as he soothingly plants kisses to your inner thighs. His lips and chin are soaking in your slick, coating your legs. Your hand that's in his hair gently pulls his face to look at you.

His skin is flushed, soft pants leaving his lips as he stares at you. He looks like he’s on cloud nine, blissed out of this world, like you just hung the stars. The sight makes you down at him, stars in your eyes.

“So, where are you taking me on our first date,” you ask, trailing your fingers through his hair, a lazy smile overtaking your face.

Mark smiles, his lips puffy and his face soaked, “I thought you would never ask.”

[harrysfolklore]

the honorary WAG - cl16

summary: yn has always been known as 'the honorary wag', since she's kika's best friend and adored by all the other wags, but what happens when the girls want her to become an official wag? a bet to get her and charles together before kika and pierre's wedding sounds like a plan.

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folkie radio: i saw that video of alex and charles dancing at a wedding and i felt like i NEEDED to write something that involved charles and weddings, this was the result ! i really hope you like it (if you do please leave a reblog)

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username1 OMFG

username2 NO WAAAAYYYYYYY

lilymhe CRYING RIGHT NOW 😭😭🥺💗

↳ username1 AHHH THE WAGS NEED TO BE BRIDESMAIDS

alex_albon Amazing news ❤️ ♥︎ by author

charles_leclerc Wow I can’t believe my childhood best friend is getting married, you both deserve all the happiness in the world and I’m so happy for you ❤️ ♥︎ by author

↳ username2 CRYING AGAIN

↳ username3 he needs to be the best man idc

username3 this wedding is going to be out of this world

francisca.cgomes IM STILL OVER THE MOON. I LOVE YOU SO MUCH ♥︎ by author

↳ username5 KIKA IS GOING TO BE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL BRIDE EVER

landonorris YOO I CANT WAIT FOR THIS PARTY ♥︎ by author, francisca.cgomes, yourinstagram, lewishamilton, iamrebeccad, oscarpiastri

↳ username1 LANDOOOO PLEASE

↳ username2 and i can’t wait to see him absolutely wasted

yourinstagram MY BEST FRIEND IS GETTING MARRIED 🥹🥹🥹🥹 IM CRYING AGAIN ♥︎ by author, francisca.cgomes

↳ username3 yn and kika are the it girls

↳ username4 she’s probably going to be the maid of honor im crying over people who don’t know me

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yourinstagram MY BEST FRIEND IN THE ENTIRE WORLD IS GETTING MARRIED 🥺 im so happy for you both @/francisca.cgomes @/pierregasly (even if that means that you finally stole her from me) let the wedding planning begin 🕺

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username1 congrats kika and pierre !!

username2 it girls ❤️‍🔥

carmenmmundt This wedding will be the best thing ever ♥︎ by author, francisca.cgomes, lilyzneimer, lilymhe, iamrebeccad

↳ lilymhe I KNOW

↳ username3 i love that yn is not a wag but she’s loved among the wags anyway

username4 oh to be a guest at this wedding

landonorris Can I be a bridesmaid too?

↳ pierregasly No

↳ francisca.cgomes No

↳ username1 HEEEELP poor little lando norris 😭

francisca.cgomes I LOVE YOU SO MUCH SISSY 🥺 you’ll always be my wifey even if i’m married to someone else ♥︎ by author

↳ pierregasly That hurt

↳ yourinstagram OOPS

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womenofthepaddock Kika Gomes (soon to be Mrs. Gasly), Carmen Montero (Spain’s national treasure) and YN (the honorary WAG) have arrived to the Paddock #SpainGP

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username1 SLAYYY

username2 they’re all so stunning omg

username3 oh to be one of them

username4 i love how yn is really the honorary wag

↳ username1 she should just date someone from the grid atp ♥︎ by lilyzneimer, carmenmmundt, francisca.cgomes, lilymhe, iamrebeccad

↳ username2 ALL THE WAGS LIKING THIS COMMENT 😭

username5 i NEED yn’s outfit

username6 get yourself a bestfriend like kika gomes who takes you to formula one races

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📍BARCELONA, SPAIN.

Every time you agreed to join Kika for her boyfriend's (and now, fiancé) races, the same question came to your mind: "Why is the paddock so confusing?"

You were currently trying to make your way back to Alpine hospitality, where you're supposed to watch the race from, but you kept getting lost. The maze of motorhomes, garages, and bustling activity was overwhelming. The constant hum of mechanics working, team members rushing around, and fans hoping for a glimpse of their favorite driver made it all more chaotic.

"YN, hey!" you heard a voice call out for you, turning around, you saw Rebecca and Carlos walking your way.

"Hey guys," you greeted them with a small hug once they approached you.

"Got lost again?" Carlos asked, and you remembered the time he found you in the same situation a couple of years ago.

"Yeah, this place is like a labyrinth. I have no idea how you guys navigate it so easily."

"Years of practice," Carlos chuckled, "Come on, We'll walk you to Alpine. It's not too far from here."

"Wait," Rebecca said before you could even start walking, "Why don't you come to Ferrari with us a bit, I'm sure Kika and Pierre won't mind."

Your eyebrows immediately raised at Rebecca's suggestion, noticing the teasing smirk on her face. She wanted to carry on with her (and the girl's) plan of making you like Charles.

Charles Leclerc, loved by millions, but you weren't quite one of them.

It's not that you actively disliked him, but there was something about him that didn't sit right with you.

Maybe it was the fact that every single time you've interacted with him ever since you started joining Kika for F1 stuff, he was somehow rude to you.

The last thing you wanted was to have an awkward interaction with him at the Ferrari garage, but you knew Rebecca wouldn't let you go that easily.

"Okay, fine," you sighed, "I'll come with you guys.

"Great! Let's go then." Rebecca's face lit up with a smile.

The three of you walked towards the Ferrari garage, the race wasn't starting for another few hours so you knew you were inevitably running into Charles once you got there.

"This is the perfect opportunity to clear the air between you and Charles," Rebecca elbowed you, almost making you roll your eyes, "Who knows? Maybe you have more in common that you realize."

"You and Charles don't like each other?" Carlos asked you, reaching out to hold his girlfriend's hand.

"Stop, It's not like that," you said, almost throwing your head back in frustration, "Every time we've interacted, he's been... dismissive. Rude, even. I don't know if it's just me or if he's like that with everyone."

"Charles can be a bit intense sometimes, especially on race weekends," Carlos pointed out, "But he's a good guy. Maybe you two just got off on the wrong foot."

"Maybe," you muttered, not entirely convinced.

You eventually reached the Ferrari garage, Rebecca and Carlos led the way, weaving through the throngs of people with ease. You tried to keep up, feeling a bit like a fish out of water in the sea of red uniforms.

You spotted Charles almost immediately, deep in conversation with one of his engineers and not even noticing that the three of you entered the room.

"Charles, hey!" Rebecca called out for him, you really admired her determination on the matter.

"Hey guys," Charles approached you, and you couldn't help but get a good look at him.

He might not be your favorite on the grid, but you couldn't deny that he was really handsome.

"You remember YN, right?" Rebecca asked with a hint of mischief in her eyes.

"Of course," Charles replied, a small smirk playing on his lips, "You're going to be Kika's maid of honor, right?"

"That's right," you nodded, a bit surprised he remembered.

Rebecca and Carlos exchanged a knowing glance before Carlos spoke up, "We need to go check on something. You two, catch up."

You shot them a look of disbelief, but they were already walking away, leaving you and Charles alone.

"So, what have you been up to?" Charles asked, leaning casually against the wall. "It's been a while since I've seen you around."

"Yeah, I haven't really been able to come to any races, I'm moving to Monaco, so that has been keeping me busy," you said, trying to keep the conversation light.

"Really? Which area?" he asked, a hint of genuine curiosity in his voice.

You told him the name of the neighborhood, and his eyebrows shot up in surprise. "No way. I live there too. Are you the one who's been making all those moving noises two houses away from mine?"

"I fear that would be me," you laughed, feeling some of the awkwardness melt away, "I didn't know you lived there."

"Small world, huh?" he chuckled, and for the first time, you saw a glimpse of the Charles that everyone else seemed to adore.

"Yeah, it is," you agreed, still a bit cautious but warming up to him. "Guess we'll be seeing more of each other."

"Looks like it," he said with a smile, "I mean, at least you'll have someone you can ask for a cup of milk when you run out."

As you continued to chat with Charles, you found yourself genuinely enjoying the conversation. It was a stark contrast to your previous encounters with him, and it made you question your initial judgment. His smile was warm, his laugh infectious, and the more you talked, the more you realized how much you had in common.

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rebecca and Carlos across the garage, watching the two of you with satisfied smiles and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at them. You were already expecting the girls groupchat to explode with messages about you and Charles.

"Looks like your plan is working," Carlos said to Rebecca, wrapping his arm around her shoulder.

"Told you it would," Rebecca grinned, "The rest of the girls and I even made a bet."

"A bet?" Carlos raised an eyebrow, intrigued.

"Yep," Rebecca confirmed, a playful glint in her eyes. "We bet on getting them together before Pierre and Kika's wedding. We all agree they'd make a great match."

"You and your schemes, amor," Carlos chuckled, shaking his head, "But I have to admit, you might be onto something."

Rebecca leaned her head on Carlos's shoulder, watching you and Charles laugh together. "Trust me, Carlos. Sometimes people just need a little nudge in the right direction."

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yourinstagram back on the f1 gig and reunited with my girls 🤍 the last slide shows how much the soon to be married couple loves each other

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username1 SLAYYY

username2 the honorary WAG for real

carmenmmundt I missed you so much 🫶 ♥︎ by author

↳ yourinstagram same here 🥲

f1gossip We love the WAGS (and yn) being besties

↳ username1 they need a masterplan to make yn a wag ♥︎ by iamrebeccad, lilyzneimer, francisca.cgomes

pierregasly My fiancée loves me 🥰

↳ francisca.cgomes more like tolerates

↳ yourinstagram she’ll always love me more

lilymhe bridesmaids gang 👯‍♀️ ♥︎ by author

↳ landonorris Am I still not allowed in the gc?

↳ francisca.cgomes exactly

↳ username2 HEEEEEELP

charles_leclerc Lovely to catch up. See you around in Monaco 😉 ♥︎ by author

↳ yourinstagram likewise 😊

↳ username1 HELLOOOO???

↳ username2 SOMEONE DECODE THIS

↳ username3 i think this is the first time i see charles and yn interact 😭😭

iamrebeccad My job here is done

↳ carlossainz55 😂😂😂

↳ yourinstagram never trust the sainz-donaldson couple…

↳ username1 WHATS GOING ON HERE

↳ username2 lord i’m so nosy i need to be part of their friendgroup

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📍MONTE CARLO, MONACO

Living alone it's all fun and games until you get locked out of your house after a quick run to the store for some late night snacks.

You stood there, staring at your sophisticated security system installed in all the houses in your upscale Monaco neighborhood —one that was definitely too expensive for you, but you were grateful the company you worked for paid for your rent — feeling utterly defeated.

The high-tech lock had its advantages, but it also meant that once you were locked out, getting back in without a key was next to impossible.

Sighing, you pulled out your phone and texted Kika, hoping she might be able to help.

You frowned at the suggestion. Asking Charles for help wasn’t your first choice, especially given your rocky interactions in the past. And yes, maybe you had a great conversation in Barcelona but that didn't mean that he suddenly liked you and would be willing to help you.

What if he's busy? Or thinks you're stupid for locking yourself out of your own house? What if this is all part of the girl's plan of setting you up with a driver?

Were some thoughts that ran through your head as you stood in your porch. But with no other options, you pushed them away and sent him a message.

You sighed, feeling a mix of relief and nervousness. Asking Charles, someone who you disliked from time to time and thought he hated you just a few weeks ago for help wasn't on your bingo card, but there you were waiting for him to show up.

True to his word, Charles arrived shortly, wearing a casual outfit that made him look really comfy, and you prayed that you didn't disturb him too much with your antics.

"Locked out, huh?" he said with a grin.

"Yeah, stupid me forgot the keys inside," you replied, feeling a bit embarrassed.

"No worries, happens to the best of us," he said, pulling out a set of keys from his pocket. "I actually learned a trick for these locks. All the houses here have the same system, and I’ve had my fair share of lockouts."

You watched as he worked with the keys and the lock, not sure of what he was doing but trusting his word that he knew how to unlock it. After what it seemed like a minute, your door unlocked with ease.

"Thank you so much, Charles. You saved me," you said, letting out a sigh of relief, "And I'm really sorry that I bothered you, you must've been busy or just resting and I made you get out of the house."

"Hey, It's okay," he said, flashing you a warm smile, "Told you could shout if you needed a spare cup of milk, or in this case, a way into your house."

"Thank you a lot, really."

You smiled softly as you both stood on your porch, and he mirrored your gesture. You looked at his features for a moment, his eyes were soft and a beautiful shade of green and blue, he looked extremely cozy clad in his hoodie and joggers.

Ugh why are you even thinking about Charles Leclerc like that? The voice inside your head came out again. And you didn't have an answer for it, but you pushed the thought away and focused on the present moment.

"So, how's the unpacking going?" Charles said after a minute of silence.

"It's getting there. Still a lot to do," you shrugged.

"Well, if you need any help, just let me know," he offered. "I'm pretty handy with setting up furniture and stuff."

"I might take you up on that," you said, and you fell into silence again.

And that's when you realized that for some reason, you didn't want the interaction to end, and something about the way he looked at you made you feel like he didn't want it either.

"How about you come in for a cup of tea?" you suggested without even taking a spare second to think about it, "As a thank you for helping me out, I mean."

He looked pleasantly surprised. "I'd really like that. Thanks."

You led him inside, quickly tidying up a few stray boxes before boiling water for tea. Once it was ready, you both sat down with steaming cups of tea, and you started talking about the topic that was inevitable among the grid and friends: Pierre and Kika's upcoming wedding.

"Can you believe they're getting married?" you asked, stirring your tea.

"I know, right?" Charles replied with a chuckle. "Pierre's been so excited. He talks about it all the time."

"They're such a great couple," you said, smiling. "Kika has been my best friend for years. I couldn't be happier for her."

"Yeah, Pierre is like a brother to me," Charles added, his expression softening. "He deserves all the happiness in the world."

You took a sip of your tea, feeling the warmth spread through you, "They deserve each other."

"By the way," Charles said, setting down his cup, "have you thought about what you’re going to wear?"

"I’ve been stressing over it," you laughed, "I want to find something perfect, and I feel like I'm running out of time."

"I’m sure whatever you choose will be great," he said reassuringly. "You have good taste."

"Thanks," you said, feeling a bit flustered by the compliment. "What about you? Got your outfit ready?"

"Not at all," he replied with a grin. "You know, since you're the maid of honor and I'm the best man, we should coordinate our outfits," he suggested with a playful smile. "Imagine how great we'll look standing next to Pierre and Kika if we match."

You laughed at the idea. "Maybe we should. It would make for some great photos."

"I can already see it now," Charles chuckled, "The perfect duo."

The conversation flowed easily, and you found yourself genuinely enjoying Charles's company. He was funny, engaging, and far from the dismissive person you initially thought he was. You talked about everything from the wedding to your favorite places in Monaco, your work, his feelings about the F1 season so far and you couldn't help but think about how much the girls would freak out if they saw you talking and engaging the way you were.

Maybe they were right about you and Charles getting along well, but they're wrong about you possibly dating him, because you weren't looking for that, you thought to yourself again.

As the night drew to a close, Charles stood up to leave. "Thanks for the tea and the company, YN. I’m surprised we never got to talk like this before."

"Me too," you admitted, feeling a pang of guilt for your previous judgments about him. "I'm glad we did, though. And thank you again for helping me tonight, you were kind of my savior."

"Stop thanking me, you already did it like ten times," he said as you both walked to the door. "Are you going to the race in Austria this weekend?"

"I wasn’t planning on it," you said, "Kika's not going, and I usually go with her."

"Well, you could be my guest this time," he offered, a hopeful look in his eyes. "It could be fun."

You blinked, taken aback by his offer. "Are you serious?" you asked, needing to be sure you heard him right.

"Absolutely," Charles said, his tone sincere, "I know you're good friends with the girls and you love hanging out with them. It would be fun, and I'd love to have you there."

Your mind raced. When you left your house a few hours ago you never expected to get locked out which would lead to end your night with an invitation from Charles Leclerc to the Austrian Grand Prix, offering you a chance to spend time together at a race.

The wheels in your brain turned, making you unsure of your answer, when deep down you knew you wanted to take on his offer and go to Austria. You loved attending races and being around everyone in the F1 world, at first it was just something you did with Kika because of her boyfriend, but now it was something you enjoyed a lot.

Plus, you had to admit, the idea of spending more time with Charles was becoming increasingly appealing.

On the other hand, you couldn't shake the nagging doubt in the back of your mind. Was this just Charles being nice? Or what if the girls had put him up to this in another attempt to set you two up? You didn't want to complicate things somehow, especially with Pierre and Kika's wedding on the horizon.

Realizing you had been silent for a moment too long, you looked at Charles, your expression a mix of surprise and hesitation, and maybe you were crazy, but something in his face told you that he wanted you to say yes.

"That sounds amazing, Charles," you said, a small smile playing on your lips, "But… can I think about it? It sounds fun but I want to make sure I can make it work with my schedule."

"Of course," he replied with a nod, not pushing you for an immediate answer, "Just let me know soon so I can make the arrangements if you decide to come. I'd really like to have you there."

"Thanks, Charles," you said, feeling a warmth in your chest at his genuine interest. "I'll let you know soon."

"Great," he said, giving you a smile that made your heart flutter a little. "Goodnight, YN."

"Goodnight, Charles," you replied, watching as he walked away.

As you closed the door, you had one thought running through your head: the bridesmaids groupchat is about to go crazy

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📍SPIELBERG, AUSTRIA

The Austrian GP weekend had been eventful so far to say the least. When you arrived on friday, you expected to catch an Uber to your hotel, or for someone sent by Charles to pick you up.

But turns out, Charles himself was standing there as you walked through the gates, waiting for you with a warm smile.

None of the girls ended up attending the GP, so you spent most of your time with Charles. It felt strange at first, since you had never spent much time interacting with him before, but you'd be lying if you said that you didn't enjoy it.

Despite the friendly atmosphere off the track, it was a tough weekend for Charles competitively. His car had plenty of complications, from engine issues to problematic tires, which led him to a bad result on Sunday.

With that excuse, you suggested buying him dinner. You thought it would be a good way to cheer him up and to thank him for the weekend. It was friendly and casual.

You decided to have room service in his hotel room, neither of you in the mood to go outside, so you ordered a couple of pizzas, a bottle of wine and desert.

As the room service cart rolled in, you both laughed at how much food you had ordered. "I think our eyes were bigger than our stomachs," Charles said, eyeing the spread.

"Well, we have all night to work through it," you replied with a grin.

You both settled on the couch, the boxes of pizza open in front of you and glasses of wine in hand. If someone had told you a few months ago that you would be in this context with Charles Leclerc you'd laughed at them.

You knew the girls would have a field day when they found out.

"I'm really glad you came this weekend," Charles said after chewing on his slice of pizza, "It's been nice having you around."

"I'm glad I came too," you said, smiling back. "I didn't realize how much fun it would be. I always come to the races with Kika so this was different. Thank you again for asking me."

"I have to admit, I was a bit nervous about asking you," Charles took a sip of his wine, "I wasn't sure if you'd want to spend time with me."

You almost tensed at his words. All this time, you had assumed he disliked you because he had been rude or dismissive in your past interactions. But maybe it had all been a misunderstanding, like Kika had told you multiple times.

Damn you hated when she was right.

"Why wouldn't I?" you partially knew the answer, but you still wanted to hear what he had to say.

"I don't know. I guess I always thought you didn't like me much," he shrugged, looking slightly embarrassed.

"I thought the same thing about you," you laughed softly, "I figured you were being rude because you didn't like me."

"I never meant to be rude to you, at least not intentionally," Charles shook his head, "I'm really sorry if I ever was."

You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes. "It's okay, Charles. I guess we both just misunderstood each other."

"I'm glad we cleared that up," Charles gave a relieved smile, "It feels good to finally talk about it. Honestly, with the wedding coming up and the roles we're playing in it, I was nervous about the entire thing being awkward."

"We're good now," you said, feeling a genuine warmth spread through you. "And now I can join you in suit shopping without it being awkward."

Charles laughed, a sound that was starting to become one of your favorites. "Oh yeah, we still have to do that. We're definitely matching."

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📍MONTE CARLO, MONACO

"Charles you literally just passed me."

"Did I? Oh, I see you now," Charles said as he spotted you walking towards his car, hanging up the phone and parking so you could get in.

You got into the passenger seat, clicking your seat belt and dropping your hands to your lap, "Hello there."

"Hi love," Charles leaned in to peck your cheek, "How was work?"

This was routine by now. After your time alone in Austria, you and Charles couldn't stop hanging out. He picked you up from work, you cooked dinner for both of you, you had sitcom marathons together and so on.

It felt nice.

"It was meh," you shrugged, "My day is about to get interesting, though, isn't it?"

"If you find looking at ties and shirts for hours any amusing, then yes it is."

Today was the day you and Charles had been talking about for so long, you'd get his outfit for the Gasly-Gomes wedding.

You got your dress already, it was a beautiful satin green dress you absolutely loved. Since Charles was away racing when you bought it, you showed it to him through FaceTime and he insisted he needed to get the perfect suit to match it.

"It's going to be fun," you poked his side as he drove, "But we do need to find the perfect fit, Kika is going to kill us if we ruin her pictures."

"I mean you're going to look stunning so I just need to stand next to you and hope it rubs on me," he shrugged, and you felt your cheeks burn.

Charles made a habit out of complimenting you at this point, and even though you didn't want to think too much about it, you found yourself melting every single time.

"Feeding my ego again, Leclerc?" you teased.

"Just stating the obvious."

You engaged in small conversation as he drove to the boutique you've previously picked as your first option. One of the things about your unexpected friendship with Charles that you loved the most was how easy it is to talk to him about anything. It was easy, comfortable, and it made you realize just how much you enjoyed his company.

When you arrived at the boutique, Charles opened the door for you, a small gesture that always made you smile.

Inside, the boutique was filled with racks of elegant suits and dresses. A sales assistant approached you, and you explained what you were looking for. She guided you to a section with suits that could match what you needed.

Charles began browsing through the racks, holding up different jackets and shirts for you to see. After some deliberation, Charles found a suit that caught his eye.

"Try it on," you urged him, eyes sparkling with excitement.

Charles disappeared into the fitting room, and you waited eagerly. When he emerged, your breath caught in your throat. The suit fit him perfectly, making him look even more handsome than usual.

Since when were you this down for this man?

"What do you think?" he asked, turning to look at himself in the mirror.

"It's perfect," you said, "You look amazing, Charles."

He grinned, clearly pleased with your approval, "You think I look amazing, huh?"

"Don't let it go to your head, Leclerc," you replied, rolling your eyes but unable to hide your smile.

With the suit sorted, you moved on to finding the perfect tie. After a bit of searching, you found one that matched your dress perfectly. You held it up for Charles to see, and he nodded in approval.

"Looks great. Now, help me put it on?" he asked, a hint of playfulness in his eyes.

"Sure," you said, stepping closer to him.

As you worked on his tie, you realized just how close you were standing. Your hands moved deftly, but your heart raced with the proximity. You could feel Charles's breath on your face, and you couldn't help but glance at his lips every now and then. His eyes were fixed on you, a soft intensity in them that made your knees feel weak.

"There," you said, your voice barely above a whisper, "all done."

But neither of you moved. Your faces were inches apart, and the air between you seemed to crackle with electricity. You noticed Charles glancing at your lips, and you wondered if he could hear your heart pounding in your chest.

"Shame on Kika and Pierre," Charles said softly, a smile tugging at his lips. "We'll definitely be the best-looking pair at the wedding."

You laughed lightly, the tension easing just a bit. "Absolutely. They'll have to step up their game."

Charles's hand came up to gently tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. The gesture was so tender it made your heart flutter even more. "Thanks for helping me with this," he said, his voice sincere.

"Anytime," you replied, your voice equally soft.

You lingered a moment longer. It was just you and Charles, standing so close, sharing a moment that felt incredibly intimate. Eventually, you both stepped back, a silent understanding passing between you.

You really wanted him to kiss you

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📍PORTOFINO, ITALY

The most awaited weekend of the year was finally here, the Gasly-Gomes wedding bound was in full swing. Guests arrived to Portofino from all over, their excitement palpable as they gathered to celebrate the love between Pierre and Kika.

Despite Charles' attempts to convince you to fly with him, you were firm on your decision of flying with Kika, you knew how nervous she felt and you wanted to be by your best friend's side for the most important moment of her life.

However, you were attending the rehearsal dinner together. Which had caused a commotion with the girls earlier in the week.

Their so called plan of getting me a boyfriend from the grid won't work, you thought to yourself, I'm not even looking for a boyfriend, Charles is my friend.

The rehearsal dinner was set in a beautiful, intimate restaurant overlooking the sea, and you were waiting for Charles at the hotel's reception to leave together. You smoothed out your dress, glancing at the grand clock on the wall, you felt a bit nervous, which only made you think about Kika and the fact that she was probably a million times more anxious.

"Hey there," Charles's voice broke through your thoughts. You turned to see him approaching, looking effortlessly handsome in a tailored suit, "Mon Dieu, you look insanely gorgeous."

You felt your cheeks warm at his words. "Thank you, Charles. You clean up pretty well yourself."

He grinned, offering his arm. "Shall we?"

You linked your arm with his, and together you made your way to the car waiting outside. The drive to the restaurant was filled with light conversation and laughter. Charles had a way of making you feel at ease, and tonight was no different.

As you arrived at the venue, the soft glow of candles and string lights illuminated the setup. Tables were adorned with flowers, and the sound of the waves provided a soothing backdrop. You could see Pierre and Kika at the entrance, greeting guests with radiant smiles.

You were really happy for them.

"Let's go say hi," Charles suggested, leading you towards the happy couple.

"You both look amazing!" Kika exclaimed once you approached them, hugging you tightly. "Thank you for being here."

Pierre soon joined, greeting both you and Charles with a warm smile. "Thanks for keeping her sane on the flight here," he joked, giving Kika a playful nudge.

"It's the least I can do, you already stole her from me ," you said with a grin.

"I promise to share her from time to time." Pierre joked, making all of you laugh.

The four of you exchanged a few more words before making your way into the venue. The atmosphere inside was magical, the soft hum of conversation and laughter filled the air.

You really could feel the love and excitement radiating from everyone present.

You made your way towards the table, noticing Lando by the bar already. You couldn't help but giggle, he was dead serious about going all out with the alcohol this weekend.

You settled into your seats, Charles opening your chair for you before sitting down. You were at a big table where most drivers and their partners were already settled, Carmen and George next to you and Max and Kelly on Charles' side.

Damn, you were really the honorary WAG

"What?" you said, noticing Carmen's teasing smile as she glanced at you and Charles.

"Oh nothing," she shrugged, "You guys look really cute together."

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. "Thanks, Carmen," you replied, trying to brush off her comment. "We're here as friends."

"Sure, sure," Carmen said with a wink, and you couldn't help but chuckle at her persistence.

The evening flowed smoothly, the conversations lively and the laughter contagious. As you sipped on your champagne, you couldn't help but steal glances at Charles. He seemed so at ease, laughing and joking with the others, his eyes occasionally meeting yours with a warmth that made your heart flutter.

Dinner was served, a spread of Italian cuisine that had everyone praising the chefs. You and Charles shared bites of each other's dishes, a habit that had become second nature.

After dinner, it was time for the speeches. Since you were best man and maid of honor, you came up with the idea of surprising Kika and Pierre with heartfelt messages, which lead you to nights of takeout at his place to help each other write your speeches.

Charles was the first to stand, his presence commanding attention as he held up his glass.

"Bonsoir, everyone," he began, his voice clear and confident, "For those of you who don't know me, I'm Charles,"

"No one knows you! You're not world champion," Max yelled from his place, making everyone laugh.

"Somebody's jealous because he's not best man, I see," Charles teased, causing laughter again, "Anyway, I have known Pierre for many years now, and I can honestly say he is one of the best friends I could ever ask for. And Kika, you have brought out the best in him. Your love story is truly inspiring, and I am so honored to stand here today as your best man."

His words were heartfelt and genuine, and you could see Pierre and Kika's eyes shining with emotion. Charles continued with anecdotes about him and Pierre's karting days and well-wishes, his speech met with applause and cheers by the end.

It was your turn now, you were nervous but Charles sent a wink your way as he passed you the microphone that made you relax.

"Kika and I have been best friends for as long as I can remember," you began, your voice steady. "We have shared so many incredible moments together, and seeing her find someone who makes her so happy is truly a blessing. Pierre, you have brought so much joy into her life, and I am beyond thrilled to see you both start this new chapter together."

Your speech was filled with love and appreciation, and by the time you finished, there were a few more teary eyes around the room. Kika hugged you tightly, whispering her thanks in your ear.

After the speeches, the lights dimmed, and music began to play. Everyone gathered around the dance floor, and Charles turned to you with a mischievous smile. "Care to dance?"

"Sure," you replied, taking his hand as he led you to the center of the dance floor. The music was slow, and Charles pulled you close, his hand resting on the small of your back.

You danced together, your bodies moving in sync. You felt his breath on your cheek, and the warmth of his touch sent shivers down your spine. You looked up at him, your faces inches apart, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the world disappeared.

From across the room, Lily and Rebecca watched with satisfied smiles. Alex joined them, raising an eyebrow. "So, you think your plan worked?" he asked, amusement in his voice.

"Definitely," Lily said, her eyes twinkling. "Look at them. They're practically made for each other."

Rebecca nodded in agreement. "We've been planning this for months, and it looks like it's finally happening."

"Well, I have to admit, you girls make a pretty good matchmaking team," Alex chuckled, wrapping an arm around his girlfriend.

"We just knew they needed a little push," Lily grinned, "And now, look at them. They can't take their eyes off each other."

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📍PORTOFINO, ITALY

Kika Gomes and Pierre Gasly were finally married.

The ceremony was held at a charming seaside chapel, adorned with white flowers and delicate ribbons. Guests filled the pews, their faces reflecting the joy and love of the occasion.

You stood beside Kika as her maid of honor, heart swelling with pride and happiness as she exchanged vows with Pierre. Charles, standing beside Pierre as the best man, caught your eye several times, his gaze warm and reassuring. The ceremony was beautiful, filled with heartfelt words, laughter, and a few tears of joy.

Charles made sure to compliment you from the moment he first saw you, and everyone was gushing over the two of you being color coordinated, just like you thought they would be.

After the vows were exchanged and the couple was pronounced husband and wife, it was time for the reception, or as Lando Norris would like to call it, the time to get absolutely wasted.

The party was held at a stunning villa overlooking the sea. The evening was filled with delicious food, heartfelt toasts, and lively dancing.

Just like the rehearsal dinner two days earlier, you and Charles were together all the time. Sitting beside each other at the table, Charles grabbing the train of your dress for you when you needed it, keeping at least a hand on each other all the time. You knew that wasn't "we're just friends" behavior, but you were too happy to mind.

As the night progressed, the drinks kept flowing, and everyone was in high spirits. Lando, true to his word, was leading the charge in getting everyone to the dance floor. You and Charles danced together, his hands on your shoulders as you swayed to the music, his breath on your neck as he whispered to your ear.

You knew some prying eyes were on both of you — and by that, you mean Rebecca, Lily and their respective boyfriends—, but once again, you were too happy and tipsy to mind.

After hours of dancing and celebrating, you finally took a break and sat down with your friends at one of the tables near the dance floor.

“You two were adorable on the dance floor,” Lily teased, giving you a playful nudge.

“Oh, stop,” you said, feeling your cheeks warm. “We’re just having fun.”

“Yeah, right. Just friends, huh?” Rebecca smirked.

Before you could respond, Charles appeared at the edge of the table, looking as handsome as ever, his suit jacket long forgotten and a few buttons of his shirt undone.

You were really down bad for him.

“Mind if I steal YN for a bit?” he asked, his eyes twinkling from the alcohol.

"Let the girl breathe mate! She's probably tired of you," Carlos teased, earning a round of laughter from the table.

You rolled your eyes playfully. "I think I can manage a bit more of Charles," you said, standing up and taking his offered hand.

"Of course you can," Rebecca said with a smirk. "Go meet your boyfriend."

You rolled your eyes again, but couldn’t suppress the smile spreading across your face. “He’s not my boyfriend,” you protested weakly, standing up from the table.

“Not yet, anyway.” Lily laughed.

You ignored her comment, though your heart did skip a beat. You don't know if Charles had heard any of it, but you let him lead you out to the terrace, your hand wrapped around his. From the corner of you eye, you saw Kika looking at you, nudging her husband and pointing at you both, teasing smiles on their faces.

They just got married so you'll let it slide.

“Nice to get a break from all the noise,” you said once you reached the terrace, leaning against the railing and looking out at the sea.

“Definitely,” Charles agreed, standing close beside you. “It’s been a perfect night, though.”

"I know," you smiled softly, "I'm so happy for Kika and Pierre, they deserve this so much."

"They really do. It's been a beautiful day," Charles nodded, his eyes fixed on you, "Just as beautiful as you."

He stepped closer, wrapping a hand around your waist, pulling you gently against him. Your heart raced at his touch, and you couldn't help but glance at his lips, wondering what it would feel like to kiss him. You'd thought about it more times than you'd like to admit, and the way he glanced at yours told you he did too.

“Charles,” you murmured, your voice barely above a whisper, “what are you trying to do?”

He smiled, his eyes never leaving yours. “I’m trying to charm the pretty bridesmaid,” he replied softly, his thumb tracing small circles on your waist.

You laughed, feeling a flutter in your stomach. “And how’s that working out for you?”

“Let’s find out,” he said, leaning in slowly.

He closed the distance between you, capturing his lips with yours. The kiss was everything you’d imagined and more, slow and sweet, filled with a longing that had been building for months. His hands slid up to cup your face, deepening the kiss, and you melted into him, losing yourself in the moment.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless, your foreheads resting against each other.

“Definitely working,” you whispered, making him chuckle.

He brushed a strand of hair behind your ear, his eyes full of affection. “Good to know,” he said, his voice low and full of warmth.

You spent a few more moments on the terrace, talking and laughing, sharing more kisses and wrapped around each other.

You were not sure what this meant for your friendship, but you were too happy to care. The night felt magical, like a dream you never wanted to end. It was a night of new beginnings, not just for Kika and Pierre, but maybe for you as well.

As you both made your way back inside, hand in hand, you noticed a few knowing smiles and exchanged glances among your friends. Kika and Pierre were still on the dance floor, looking blissfully happy, and you couldn't help but feel a surge of joy for them.

“Look who’s back!” Lando called out, a wide grin on his face.

“What’s going on?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at their suspicious behavior.

Kika abruptly approached the group, dragging Pierre by the hand a mischievous smile playing on her lips. “Everybody pay up,” she said, holding out her hand.

Charles and you exchanged confused looks. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

“We had a bet going,” Kika explained, clearly enjoying this. “We bet that we could get you two together before the wedding. And technically, we did.”

“Damn, I didn't think you girls would actually make it happen,” George handed over some money with a laugh.

“Wait, you all really bet on us? The infamous masterplan was actually a real thing?” you asked, still processing the revelation.

“Of course it was,” Rebecca said with a grin. “It was obvious to everyone except you two.”

"I can't believe you guys," you said, shaking your head but unable to suppress a smile, covering your face with your hands, Charles pecked your temple gently.

"To be fair, the girls started it, we just joined in later," Oscar said, trying to deflect the blame.

“I can’t believe it took a wedding and a bet to get us here," Charles chuckled, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, "I guess we owe you all a thank you,"

"No need to thank us. Just be happy," Carmen sent a wink your way, making you smile.

"Alrighty, a toast now," Lando said, climbing on top of a chair. Everyone knew he was too drunk to be stopped so you just let him, "To Kika and Pierre the happiest and most beautiful couple in the world!"

"Hear, hear!" echoed through the crowd as glasses clinked together, laughter and cheers filling the air.

"And to YN finally becoming an official WAG!" Kika chimed in, her eyes twinkling with mischief, making the girls cheer.

"Official, huh?" Charles murmured, leaning in closer.

"We'll talk about that later, Leclerc," you replied, your voice barely above a whisper.

The rest of the night was a whirlwind of dancing, laughter, champagne and celebration. Charles never left your side as you enjoyed with your friends.

As the party continued, you found yourselves on the dance floor once more, swaying to a slow song. Charles held you close, his arms wrapped securely around you. "So, how does it feel to be an official WAG?" he asked, his breath warm against your ear.

"As far as I'm concerned, you haven't asked anything, mister," you teased raising your eyebrows.

"Well then, consider this me asking," he murmured, his voice playful yet sincere.

"In that case," you began, teasing him further, "I suppose it feels pretty good."

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with affection. "Good to hear," he replied softly, brushing his lips against your temple.

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Jake thought he could get away with purchasing your panties off of your brother without anyone knowing. Unfortunately, the dorm life, where Jay exists literally three feet away from him at all times makes that impossible. or the one where jake tries to jerk it while his roommate is sleeping and jay just wants him to share a lil bit of what he has hidden under his pillow

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PAIRING― jake x jay x reader's panties

WARNINGS ― both jake and jay are fucking weirdos. bisexual jay. jake is just horny so he's like "well, ok i guess"

NOTE― tumblr hasn't been letting me post longer drabbles as an ask, so to the anon who sent me this idea, ur brain. mwah.

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“Where did you get those?”

Jay stares forward at his roommate, narrowing his eyes for a moment in realization. 

“Found them.” Jake shrugs, trying to hide the item crumpled in his fingers, shoving them quickly into his pocket as if it would keep Jay from asking any more questions.

Unfortunately, Jay knows what those are, and knows who they belong to. He saw that fucking instagram post. Jake saw it too, Jay saw his bitch ass like the picture as soon as it was posted. 

It was a photo of you alongside your friends. You hadn’t noticed at the time the image was posted, and god, fuck, Jay wishes you never found out because the whole post was deleted shortly after. It was a panty shot, you sitting there on the front steps of a bar alongside your friends. If you zoomed in on the photo, because let’s be honest, Jay always zoomed in, you could see it. You could see your panties.

An accidental panty shot.

So, Jake would be out of his fucking mind to think Jay doesn’t know what those are. What he wants to know is how the fuck he got his hands on them.

Jake awkwardly stands, almost like a deer in headlights as Jay closes in on him, furrowing his brows and glaring at him.

“Jake.” Jay warns him with a deeper tone, “Where the fuck did you get those?”

Jake, famously bad at telling lies, stiffens up before dropping his shoulders entirely. 

“I paid her little brother for them.”

Jay lends him a look of disgust. Not because he thinks it’s weird, but more so because why the fuck didn’t he think of that first?”

“Bro…” Jay trails off, wanting to reach into Jake’s pocket and grab them himself, but he relents...for now. “How much did you pay for them?”

What Jake thought would be a scolding session, or like, a life long reason to mock and make fun of him turns out to be…oh. Now, hold on.

“Wait–” He takes a step back, raising a brow. “Why do you care?”

“Are they dirty?” Jay continues to question. “What do they smell like?”

Then, silence as the realization hits them both. 

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Well.

Jake expected to spend his first night with these panties alone, but it seems like Jay isn’t willing to let him out of his sight with them. Weird, absolute freak behavior, but he gets it. 

He’d probably do the same if he noticed Jay twirling your panties in his hands too. Still, he’s been dying to jerk off since he got the first whiff of them. 

Yes, they’re dirty. 

He didn’t pay $200 for nothing. And your brother drives a hard bargain. Jake seriously almost dipped into his saving because the fucker wanted more for them. Fucking pervert, selling his sister’s panties to make an extra buck.

Whatever. 

The issue now is the fact that Jay just lingers.

“Weren’t you supposed to go to work tonight?” Jake groans, hating the dorm life and despising the lack of jerking off he’s been able to do with a roommate so close. 

“I called in.” Jay deadpans, rolling over on his bed and acting like he’s going to go to sleep. 

Jake leaves it at that, rolling his eyes in a huff and flopping down on his own bed. 

An hour goes by in silence.

Two hours.

Jake’s eyes are bloodshot by this point because he really is sleepy. He’s got class at eight tomorrow morning, after all. Thankfully, he can tell Jay is asleep by now. Which means…

He’s as quiet as he can be when he reaches under his pillow, nearly moaning at the feeling of the panties against his fingertips alone. He’s lucky Jay didn’t see him stuff them under here, because for a second he was almost worried they’d be nowhere to be found once he finally got to do this. 

And so, silently still, he grabs them and gently lays them across his nose, inhaling deeply before sliding his hand down and into his sweatpants. 

He breathes the scent of you in, imagining all sorts of things until he’s working up a sweat trying to hold in his silence. Even if he were being loud, he wouldn’t know it, his ears have been ringing since the first touch of his cock, if he’s being totally honest.

They’re ringing so loudly, and his eyes are shut so tightly that he doesn’t even notice Jay getting out of bed and standing in front of him. He only realizes when the scent of you is suddenly gone and a waft of fresh air fills his lungs instead.

His abs flex as he opens his eyes in a frustrated groan before he’s ripping his hand from his pants and trying to snatch the beloved item back. 

“What the fuck?!” Jake grips, not even hiding how hard he is before lifting himself from his bed, onto his knees to try and grab at Jay’s arm. 

Jay, already lost in the sauce much like Jake was previously, will be damned to hand them over so easily. So, he presses his two fingers into the seat of the panties and sucks them into his mouth.

Jake nearly sees red at that. 

“I paid for those.” He seethes out this time, cock jumping unintentionally at the way Jay’s other hand is blatantly down his own pants, unashamed, right there in front of him. 

“We can’t share?” Jay mumbles from around the panties, leaving the fabric in place while pulling his fingers out, reaching for Jake’s arm to pull him even closer. 

All Jake can do is follow the grip on him in shock, unsure of what to do but fuck, he was so close already. Jay seems weirdly okay with this…why can’t he?

“Have you not tasted her yet?” Jay mumbles again, rolling his eyes back briefly when he flicks his wrist against the head of his cock. 

Jake wouldn’t know what’s going through his mind even if you tortured him to say it. Genuinely, there is no excuse for him to lean forward like this, chasing the scent of your panties right up against his own room mate’s mouth. He tries to save himself from crossing that line by trying to tug them out with a gentle pull, but it doesn’t work. Why doesn’t it work?

Because Jay closes the distance for him. Not kissing him, but lying his lips against Jake’s with the panties acting as a barrier. And then? He presses his tongue out, as if giving the panties back to Jake through a kiss.

Jake moans when he slightly pulls back, hesitating as he moves his hand down his own pants again. Unsure if he’s moaning for the taste of you, the intense arousal in his gut, or, well, being kind of kissed when he like, really really needs it. Jay or not, human contact is human contact when he's this fucking turned on.

Already, Jay is close with the remnant of your pussy on his tongue, but opening his eyes and seeing Jake act just as insane as he does– he can’t help it. There’s something about the taboo nature of it. The way Jake paid for panties from a girl who barely knows either of them. The way he started loudly jerking off as if Jay wasn’t three feet away from him before. The way he flushed while watching Jay try and get some of it too, jerking himself off in the open like that.

The way Jake just..stays here, inches from his face and cums against his sweat pants with a broken moan, drooling all over the panties.

It’s not that his roommate turns him on or anything. Honestly, Jay could give less of a shit about Jake in terms of sexuality but that moan. So broken, so desperate. He couldn’t help himself, reaching and tearing the panties out of Jake’s slack mouth as he releases, just to shove them down his own pants, cumming all into the fabric to not only the taste, scent, and feeling of your panties, but the sound of Jake whimpering at the loss.

[scorpiosbite]

when actress!reader and drew met for the first time

𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ִ𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── it's your first time in LA, so when your new friend madelyn cline invites you to a club in downtown LA with the rest of her obx castmates, who are you to decline.

𝜗𝜚 pairing: actress!reader x drew starkey

author’s note: this takes place in mid-2024 after the filming of obx 4 wrapped.

you stared at your reflection in the luxurious bathroom mirror, your makeup was light and your hair was straightened and open. yet you felt a bit like that saying 'a pig in makeup.' dressed in a sheer, white, long-sleeve top, a black lace bra underneath, clearly showing through, and black shorts paired with itno biker boots. your fingers, filled with chrome heart rings, sliver earrings of various jewellery brands covering your ears, yet your neck is still bare.

you sigh heavily, being racked with anxiety like this before going out was common for you. there was a reason you barely left your london home except for work. and now, here in LA for the first time and without mimi, your best friend who is the polar opposite of you and the only person who is capable of making you feel calm in these situations, you feel as though you are going to make a fool out of yourself. it's not like you don't want to meet madelyn and the rest of the obx cast, you really do, and you want to make a good impression which is why your anxiety feels worse than normal. the world sees you as this confident enigma, but only you experience this feeling of dread weighing down on your chest that tells you that you aren’t capable of more difficult roles, that you don’t deserve the fame and love given to you, that you aren’t hardworking or beautiful enough, that if people saw the real you, they would hate what they see. this feeling, this voice, is the reason you’re so recluse.

but before you can spiral any further your phone rings. madelyn's name lights up the screen. you pick up, clearing your throat, trying to settle the shake in your voice to hide your nervousness. "hi, maddie" you can hear the smile on her face through her response. "hi, y/n!! are you ready? i'm on the way to your hotel, i'll be there in like 10 minutes." the excitement in her voice eases your anxiety. maddie had dmed you on instagram a few months ago after seeing an interview of yours where you named outer banks as the show you watch during your free time while filming and since that moment the two of you became fast friends. so when you told her you were going to be in LA for the first time for work, she enthusiastically invited you to come hang out with her and her castmates. "yea, i'm ready, i'll come down to the lobby." you end the call and then rush around the room grabbing your bag and filling it with everything you may need, before giving your face and outfit a final check in the mirror before making your way to the lobby.

madelyn texted you that her car was parked outside the entrance when you reached the lobby and the hotel staff let you know that there was no paparazzi outside so you walked outside where madelyn’s driver had the backseat door open for you, you thanked him and hopped into the car and he walked back to the drivers seat and and started driving. madelyn’s smiling face greeted you. “hi, wow you look fucking stunning. it’s so good to finally meet you!” you gave her a bright smile in return. “thank you, you look unreal, and yes it’s so good to finally meet you too!” you gave her a tight hug. “fuck, y/n what perfume do you use, you smell amazing.” “aw, thank you! it’s the kayali vanilla one, babes.” madelyn laughed “what?” you gave her a confused laugh “ the ‘babes’ you’re so british!” you laughed and nodded “i forget that there’s terms we use that aren’t common here.”

madelyn pulled out her phone and started checking something, so you took the time to look out the window and take in LA during the night. “ok so chase is there, so is laci, madison, jd, austin and drew.” you felt your breath hitch at the mention of his name. “drew’s there?” madelyn gave you a knowing smirk. “yea, he’s coming.” you raised a brow. “what was that smirk for?” she shrugged and gave you a downward smile “you’ll see.” before you could question her further, the car came to a stop in front of the club. “we’re here, miss cline.” madelyn’s driver spoke up from his seat and then stepped out of the car coming around and opening the door for the both of you, you hopped out first and thanked him and waited while madelyn got out. she thanked him and then he drove off.

madelyn interlocked your hands together “excited?” you laughed at her excitement. “yea, let’s get a shot in me.” the atmosphere of the club was electric, the people around you were dancing and having the time of their lives. seeing everyone around you, you felt the anxiousness start to melt from your body. madelyn was looking around, trying to find her friends her hand still holding yours. “oh! i see them! let’s go!” she dragged you behind her, coming to a stop at the end of the table. everyone greeted you with bright smiles “guys! this is y/n. but you all already know that” she said in a singsong voice. “we’re all big fans of you.” she added as she turned to you. you smiled shyly with everyone’s attention on you. “hi.” you gave a little wave. your eyes immediately locked with drew’s, even sitting down he towered over everyone. you felt your breathe hitch and your limbs numb. you were suddenly pulled into hugs one by one by everyone else, you muttered greetings but it felt like an out of body experience as your eyes refused to stray from drew’s.

drew felt like he couldn’t breathe, he had spent so many months dreaming of this moment when he would finally see you in person. and all he could think was that the screen could never do justice to you. your energy, your beauty in real life was unmeasurable. “hi, i’m drew.” you smiled at him, a saccharine smile that made his heart stutter. “i know.” you took a seat next to him at the table while austin and jd went to get shots for the table “so y/n, what do you think of LA?” madison asked “it’s quite different to london.” you laughed. you were having trouble focusing as drew’s thigh kept bumping into yours. you thought about how badly you wanted him to use his size and strength against you. if he would throw you and bend you to his will, you clenched your thighs together at the thought.

jd and austin returned with the shots and everyone’s energy immediately skyrocketed. you all grabbed a shot. “let’s have a good fucking night! whoo!!” chase yelled and you all clinked your glasses and downed your drinks. everyone winced but you weren’t phased “what!! how did you not feel that!” austin yelled over the music that had somehow gotten louder. “that was straight tequila!” you shrugged with a smug smile on your face “i’m british, darling, you americans can’t keep up!” you laughed. drew beside you, had a look on his face that was somehow both impressed and turned on. “oh my god! i fucking love this song.” you exclaimed beginning to feel the alcohol travel through your system, taking with it the inhibitions that often consumed you. “dance with me?” madelyn asked and you nodded your head. she grabbed your hand but before she could drag you behind her you turned your head and mouthed to drew “watch me.”

drew’s throat felt constricted, his pants were becoming impossibly tight. you were grinding on madelyn and he couldn’t take his eyes off of you. you’re mesmerising and he had to have you. it felt as though time had slowed down and the two of you were the only people in the crowded club. “come on man, let’s go dance.” jd clapped drew on the shoulder. he got up and began making his way to the centre of the dance floor, his eyes still locked on you.

your eyes were closed and you were completely lost in the music when you felt madelyn whisper in your ear from behind. “drew’s walking over, don’t tell him i told you this, but he’s into you.” your eyes snapped open but before you could question her, drew was standing in front of you, towering over everyone in the club. everyone else present faded away as you took in his presence. he leaned down to whisper in your ear. “wanna dance on me like that?” you smirked, tilting your head up, slightly. “you wish.” he smirked down at you. the alcohol you had consumed throughout the night made you bold and carefree and you used it’s effects on you to the fullest. you wrapped your arms around his neck and he brought his hands to your waist, covering the small of your back.

drew’s head felt dizzy, you smelt so good he wanted to drag his tongue across every inch of the surface of your body. he leaned down to your neck inhaling the scent of your perfume and pheromones. “fuck, you smell amazing.” you smirked “yeah? want a taste?” drew threw his head back his adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed. “fuck, y/n, don’t say shit like that.” you leaned up on your tippy toes so that you could whisper in his ear. “why not?” you came back down so that you could gaze back up at him, your eyes big and wide, innocent, like you weren’t thinking all the disgusting things you wanted him to do to you. “you don’t wanna fuck me, drew?”

you giggled as you unlocked the door to your hotel room, drew, hot on your heels. as soon as the door was open drew picked you up and you giggled drunkenly, wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck. drew’s hands came to grip on your thighs squeezing at the flesh as he devoured your lips with his, teeth and tongue clashing. you moaned into the kiss, your hands scratching at his buzzed head. drew reached out behind you and pushed the door shut. the sound of it echoing through the room but the both of you couldn’t care less. your lace panties were soaked all the way through and you could feel his cock straining through his pants, drew broke the kiss. “you feel what you do to me, baby?” you hummed in agreement already feeling fucked out even though he hadn’t even properly touched you yet “been hard from the moment i saw you walk through the door.”

“need you so bad, drew” you whined, not even caring if you sounded desperate, he was more desperate than you anyway. “yeah? need me that bad, baby? need me in that pretty little pussy?” you nodded, biting your lip “wanna be full of you.” drew groaned “fuck, you trying make cum in my pants y/n?” you giggled. drew began to make his way to the bed, with you still in his arms. he dropped you onto the plush bed and you bounced on the mattress. “are you sober enough to do this? cause i don’t want you to regret this in the morning.” you shook you head frantically. “no, i want you, i’m just tipsy, i told you i have a high tolerance.” he laughed, a low rumble that caused your core to flutter. “that you did, baby.” you spread your legs open to make room for him and he began to unzip your boots and pull off your socks before kicking off his own shoes.

drew kneeled on the edge of the bed, leaning down to attach himself to your neck, biting, licking, and sucking at the skin. your moans were breathy, almost sigh like at the feeling of his lips. his hands brushed at your waist, tugging at the hem of your sheer top. “let me see you.” he pulled it off, messing up your hair as it went over your head. he then moved to your shorts tugging them down your legs, leaving you in your matching black, lace bra and black, lace thong. “fuck, you’re unreal, i can’t believe you’re here right now.” you giggled at his words. “you’re sweet.” he chuckled and he leaned back down to kiss you. “yeah? i’m sweet, baby?” “mhmm.” you nodded as he connected your lips together again. you kissed him back with ferocity. tugging his bottom lip with your teeth, your hands stroked his covered chest, and you broke the kiss, your lips still so close that you could feel his breath on your face. “take off your clothes.”

drew groaned and his face dropped into your neck, before he stood up off the bed and pulled his shirt over his head, moving to his pants unbuttoning them and then pushing them down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers. your mouth hung open when you saw the size of his bulge through his boxers and the wet patch forming on the material. you sat up on the bed and tugged him closer to you by the waistband of his boxers, licking his clothed bulge. “poor baby, so hard, do you need me to help you?” drew whimpered, nodding his head. “need you so bad, pretty girl.” you chuckled, “want me so bad don’t you, drew?” drew’s hips bucked in response a look of pure desperation on his pretty face, oh, you were gonna ruin him. leave him a mess so that the only person he would ever want was you.

you pushed down his boxers freeing his length. his massive cock snapped up, slapping his stomach, the red tip leaking pre cum. your mouth watered at the sight of him, he’s gorgeous. “you’re so pretty and big, drew.” drew whimpered “fuck, you gonna suck me off, gorgeous?” you hummed, your hand coming up to the base of his cock, stroking languidly. “you’d like that, wouldn’t you?” drew groaned, his hand curling into a fist by his side, like he was trying desperately not to force your mouth onto him. he opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, you parted your lips and began leaving open mouth kisses on his tip. alternating between sucking and kissing, drew groaned from above you, his hand finally coming up to tangle in your hair, never pushing or pulling just resting. such a gentleman you thought, but you wanted him to snap, to use you.

you breathed through your nose and then took his entire length into your mouth, your nose pushing into the trimmed patch of hair at the base of his cock. drew let out a loud groan that reverberated through the room. “fuck! y/n!” you hummed and then swallowed around his length, your tongue still rubbing the underside of his cock, before you pulled off of him to catch your breath. but before you could resume your ministrations, drew placed a hand under your chin, tilting your head up. you looked up at him with a fucked out expression and he look even more fucked out than you. “i’m gonna need to prep you, so get on your back for me, baby.” you giggled excitedly, drew reached behind you and unclipped your bra with ease and practised skill before you laid down onto the soft mattress.

your hair splayed around you like a halo, your cheeks flushed with a daze in your eyes as you gazed up at drew. he leaned over you on the bed, one hand placed by your head and the other stroking your thigh. “i’m gonna take you out after this.” you raised a brow, “oh yeah? what makes you think i’m gonna say yes?” drew smirked at you, he did love a challenge. “alright, if i make you cum three times, you have to go out with me. deal?” you hummed, mulling over the proposition. “you’re on, starkey.” drew leaned down and began kissing and biting your neck, then your shoulders then finally your tits, sucking at your nipple and squeezing the other one with his large palm. “been thinking about feeling these since the moment i saw them on my tv.” he mumbled against the flesh. you could only respond in moans. “fuck, drew!”

drew continued his way down till he was face to face with your lace covered soaked core, he nuzzled his face into your clothed pussy, inhaling deeply. “fuck, you smell amazing.” you whined impatiently, bucking your hips. drew chuckled and hooked his fingers into the band of your thong, dragging it down slowly, the material clung to your centre a sticky film connecting your cunt and the fabric as he pulled it down and off your legs, dropping the fabric onto his pile of clothes on the floor. “god, you’re so wet, baby.” drew said breathlessly. “who’s got you so wet, huh? tell me.” your cheeks flushed in embarrassment “you, drew, i’m so wet, just for you.” drew hummed appreciatively “such a pretty pussy, I knew your cunt would be gorgeous, just like the rest of you.”

before you could say anything in response, drew dove into your cunt, eating you like a man starved. his tongue flicked at your clit, as he spread your lips open with his fingers baring you for him to consume. you gasped and whined, your moans coming out broken. then he sucked your clit into his mouth and his long finger prodded at your entrance. your hips bucked and your thighs squeezed at his head. but drew just held your legs open with one hand as he doubled down on his efforts, he slipped in another finger, thrusting with fervour and you thought you were seeing stars, you had never had a man eat you out like this before. it was like drew was born to live between your legs, like he was made just for you. as he sped up his movements you felt the tightening band in your stomach about to snap. “fuck! drew! shit! i’m gonna cum!” your orgasm tore through you with a rage, as you came with a shout of his name. your back arched off the bed and your legs shook around drew’s head, thighs squeezing him. your puffy clit throbbed and your slick walls pulsating around his fingers.

drew detached himself from your abused cunt, slotting himself between your spread legs, your body was still trembling. “that’s one, baby” you could only muster a whine in response as drew grabbed the base of his cock stroking a few quick times, before slapping the head of his cock against your swollen cunt. “fuck, wait, i don’t have a condom.” you shook your head. “don’t care ‘m on birth control, wanna feel you, drew.” you said, your voice full of your need for him. drew groaned his head bowing forward, as if his was in prayer. his voice conveying his all consuming desire for you. “you’re gonna be the death of me.”

drew smeared his pre cum all over your cunt, like he was trying to mark you as his. then he pushed the tip in, your mouth hung open as a gasp escaped your plush, swollen lips. it felt as though he was spitting you open. drew stopped as your brows furrowed and your perfect face scrunched up, mouth still open. he was right, you look exactly as how you did in your sex scene. but seeing you now, in real life, in front of him, as the cause of your pleasure, the feeling was indescribable. he knew in that moment that he lived for you. to be the source of all your joy. you shook your head “no, don’t stop, i want it to hurt, i want to be able to feel you tomorrow.” he couldn’t speak, drew swore that no woman could every make him feel like you did. he pushed all the way in bottoming out, he didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size, pounding into your tight cunt with ardour. your moans and whines came out strangled, your face flushing.

drew’s hand trailed your thigh, grabbing the plump flesh, so tight that you knew that he would leave hand prints, his cock slammed into your walls and he looks so pretty above you, bottom lip bit under his pearly teeth, in effort to keep his groans at bay. sweat gathering at his forehead, that you wanted to lick off, pretty brows furrowed together. you were gripping him like a vice and he knew that he wasn’t going to last long. he brought his thumb to your throbbing clit. rubbing quick circles on the bundle of nerves, you threw you head back exposing your neck as you felt your second orgasm of the night creep onto you. “shit, baby, prettiest girl in the world, fucked out on my cock. you don’t know how long i’ve been dreaming of this.” your tits bounced with each slap of his hips against yours, his heavy balls banging against your ass, the sting adding to your pleasure.

“holy fuck, drew!” your body convulses from your second climax, tight walls clenching hard around drew’s thick cock, he pulled out quickly, flipping you onto your knees as your face buried into the mattress. you panted heavily as he pushed back into you from behind. large palms gripping onto your hips. he picked up his pace right where he left it giving you no time to gather yourself. strong hips pounding against your perfect ass, one hand left your hips that he trailed down your back to your head gripping your hair, turning your head to the side so you could watch him over your shoulder. but you struggled to keep your eyes open.

drew was struggling not to cum, he was nothing if not a man of his word, so no matter how hard your velvet walls clenched around him, no matter how perfect the sight before him was, he had to see you again. so he wasn’t going to lose his chance by fucking cumming too quickly like a teenage boy. “best fucking pussy i’ve ever had.” he praised and you squealed in response, you couldn’t form coherent thoughts anymore, let alone words. the only thing you could think of was drew, and how he was splitting you apart on his big cock. the angle of his thrusts hitting that sweet spot inside of you. “fuck! ‘m gonna cum, baby!” you cried out and drew whimpered in relief, he was teetering on the edge and the thought of having to hold on for any longer made him feel like he was going to collapse. “yeah? gonna give me number three, baby?” you pushed your ass back into him matching his thrusts as you whined loudly. drew was hypnotised as your red cheeks bounced on his pelvis, his hand leaving its place on your hip to smack down on the plump flesh, once, twice, then three times, watching it jiggle. “fuck, please rub my clit!” drew obeyed immediately bending at hip and reaching around you so that his long fingers could rub at your pulsing clit with vehemence.

“i’m cumming!” your body shook and your eyes squeezed shut as tears rolled down your eyes, you felt this wetness exploding out of you but you couldn’t focus on it, drew groaned from behind you his hips stuttering as he came with a loud moan of your name his cum pushing into your cervix. he pulled out of you and you felt the mixture of your fluids seeping out of your pussy. drew took two of his fingers and gathered the mixture and pushed it back into your sensitive cunt, you whined in response, collapsing onto your back it’s only then did you see the mess you had caused on the expensive sheets of the hotel bed. “you squirted. that’s so fucking hot.” you felt boneless, completely spent. “ever done that before?” you shook your head no “mm mm.” drew’s face was completely fucked out and you were sure you didn’t look much different. “hold on, baby, i’m gonna clean you up, ok?” you simply nodded, too tired to speak. drew walked to the bathroom and came back with a wet towel, which he used to wipe between your legs and over your sensitive cunt, before chucking the cloth somewhere on the floor, then collapsing next to you on the bed.

drew gathered you into his arms tugging you close to him, his arm under your head and the other around your waist and you snuggled your face into the crevice of his neck and shoulder. your hand coming up to rest on his chest and your legs tangling with his. you have never felt so content in your life. drew spoke in a hushed tone. “so, that was three, can i take you out now?” you giggled in response “yeah, can i tell you a secret?” drew was tracing patterns on your back. “what’s that, baby?” you smiled against his skin “i was gonna say yes anyway, but i wanted to make you work for it.” drew chuckled. “you cheeky minx.” “can i tell you a secret?” you nodded “i would’ve done anything you told me to.”

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prince charming- l.norris

summary: lando brings his niece to the ballet, who knew he'd find love?

pairing: lando norris x fem! ballerina! reader

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Another show finished, another day done. All you had to do was meet some children and show them around the stage. It was a thing the company had decided to do after every single show, and you were one of the only ballerinas who enjoyed it. Everyone else ran out of there as fast as they could, but you stayed around, in full costume, showing them everything. 

“Y/n! Y/n! Look!” Mila, the little girl that had been assigned to you pulled on your hand and you followed her over. “It’s your Prince Charming!” She pointed at your co-star, Richard, who was playing Prince Charming while you played Cinderella. He was lovely and one of your best friends, but Mila’s face fell when she saw him kiss another girl, aka his actual girlfriend Mia. “He’s kissing someone else!” she gasped, looking at you hurt. 

You smiled. “We’re only together in the show, remember? My name isn’t Cinderella, is it?” You chuckled and she nodded, laughing. “So, that’s Richard, and he’s Mia’s real-life Prince Charming, not mine.”

She nodded understandingly. “Do you have a Prince Charming?”

You internally cringed, why did kids always want to know about your love-life? “No,” you smiled. 

Her face lit up. “OH! Perfect! Uncle Lala!” she called for her uncle to come over as your face fell. “Uncle Lala will you be Y/n’s Prince Charming so she can be my Auntie and we can have fun forever?!” 

Mila’s excited face and the ridiculousness of her statement, reminding him she truly didn’t know how the world worked, made him giggle. And with Lando, when he starts, he doesn’t stop. It took a whole minute for him to stop laughing, while you sat there awkwardly. You knew who he was, you knew why he was laughing, but it was still rude. Just say no, dude. 

“Mila, it doesn’t work like that,” he explained. “She’s way too pretty for me,” he whispered, sitting down beside her, and in front of you. 

Your eyes widened and you looked down, confused at the entire situation. 

“I know she is,” Mila answered (subtle dig at her uncle, but alright). “But you could ask her to dance or something. Princesses like dancing.”

Lando shook his head. “I’m an awful dancer.”

“Why do you just try talking to her!” Mila scoffed, then ran off to go look at some of the set of the show. 

You looked up and met his eyes and you both started laughing. “I’m so sorry about her, she gets like this sometimes,” he admitted, a slight blush on his cheeks. 

“It’s alright, it happens sometimes,” you waved him off, an easy smile on your face. 

“You get hit on through people’s nieces a lot?” he questioned. 

You chuckled. “It’s more common than you think, people love the ballerina shtick.”

He laughed. “How old are you?”

“I’m 23,” you answered. “And I’m Y/n.”

“I’m Lando,” he held his hand out to be shaken. “Nice to meet you.”

“NIce to meet you too,” you smiled, shaking his hand. “Congratulations on the year you’ve had.”

“You watch F1?”

You nodded. “My mom has been into it since she was a kid, she gave that to me, so… yeah.”

“Who’s your favourite driver?” he smirked and you chuckled. 

“Nico Hulkenberg,” you smirked. 

He chuckled. “Understandable,” he smiled, nodding. “Mila is probably off somewhere trying to destroy your set, I should probably go grab her.”

You both got up and smiled at each other. “It was nice to meet you.”

“It was nice to meet you too, Prince Charming,” you joked, he giggled. 

And that was that. 

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For the next few days, Lando could not get you out of his head. You were funny, kind, beautiful, good with Mila, everything he wanted in a person, yet he’d let you slip away. You weren’t even on social media, but he followed the company’s instagram and some of your friends to see pictures of you. He decided, once the season ended, he’d go back and find you. Maybe he really could become your Prince Charming. 

He joined the rest of the crowd in their standing ovation as you bowed, smiling brightly. He waited around and followed a few more people backstage to finally see you again. 

“Lando?” you questioned as you looked at him from behind. “What are you doing here?”

“I wanted to see you again,” he shrugged. “Happy holidays.”

You smiled. “So it is true,” your eyes shone with a hint of mischief. “You did follow the company account.”

He screwed his face up in a half-smile-half-grimace, he’d been caught. “You don’t have a public account, thought it would be weird to follow you on your private one.”

You chuckled. “I would’ve let you follow me,” you told him. “You are my Prince Charming, right?”

He beamed. “Right,” he nodded. “Dinner?”

“Let me get out of costume,” you agreed. You started to walk off and he didn’t follow, unsure what to do. You turned back and grabbed his hand. “Come on!”

He was very happy he had brought Mila to the ballet.

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navigation for my blog :) (masterlist)

[wwooyology]

idol sunghoon getting pissed because of his idol gf got into a dating scandal with his co-member, and his gf liked the way he got pissed, so he decided to show her who she really belongs to (??)

「notes」 : anony c'mere lemme just *😚🧠* you gave me an inch, and I swear I took it like ten miles... so lemme just say that I contemplated this and I may or may not have gone a little stir crazy (that and I'm pretty sure I'm ovulating...), so I sincerely apologize for the nastiness you're about to set your eyes upon 🫣🫣

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Mark Me Yours | P.SH

「pairing」 : idol!bf!sunghoon x idol!fem!reader 「word count」 : 5k

「synopsis」 : the first time you were caught out with jake by the press it was an accident, but after seeing your boyfriend's jealous reaction you couldn't help but want to see more. so you went out with jake time and time again, even going as far as being a little too friendly with jake just to see how much sunghoon could take before he snapped. though your outcome probably wasn't exactly what you had in mind.

「genre」 : smut

「warning」 : cursing, biting/marking, rough makeout session, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), usage of toys, begging, degradation, choking, hair pulling, bondage, pussy slapping, clit play, face fucking, cum eating, dacryphilia, squirting, spitting, kinda toxic possessiveness, mean!dom!sunghoon x sub!reader, unprotected sex (please don't), orgasm denial, edging, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, photography, breeding kink, creampie, manhandling, slight breath play, sunghoon is a bit sadistic, mentions of a safeword (but it's not used), petnames (princess, baby, slut, whore…), mentions of blood, implications of multiple rounds, lmk if I missed anything!

You lay out lazily on your boyfriend's bed, waiting for him to finish his shower after he had a long day at work. Scrolling through Twitter, laughing to yourself as you come across yet another article, 'Timeless y/n and Enhypen Jake Spotted Together Once Again, Coincidence or Not?' This had to be the third or fourth article within the last two weeks.

When the first article dropped after you were spotted with Jake at a local coffee shop, you were beyond worried about how your boyfriend would take it. However, seeing his face twist in annoyance and jealousy flipped a switch in you. The way his jaw would clench when he’d spot people on Instagram or Twitter talking about you and Jake, or when ship edits started to get posted of the two of you, or even when you were sitting in the room alone with just Jake. It was insanely attractive and left you dripping in your panties. 

Sunghoon knew it wasn’t your fault for what the press did or didn’t post, but he also couldn’t help the way that it pissed him off beyond belief every time he saw the photos. 

You then made it your goal to see just how much your boyfriend could take before he finally snapped. So you continued to go out in public with Jake, knowing you could be spotted just so you could get a rise out of your boyfriend. After the first week or so, you stepped it up a little bit. Getting a little too friendly with Jake, laughing at his jokes a little too hard, your hands wondering his body a little too much, your voice a little too surly when you talked to him, being just a little too close. Jake, of course, was oblivious to all of your little antics, thinking you were just being friendly and sweet like you usually were. It started to drive Sunghoon up a wall, so much so that he had to avoid being in the same room as Jake so he wouldn’t lash out at the poor boy. Eventually, he caught on to what you were trying to do, and he could feel his blood boil. He could handle you being a brat, but this? He was damn near his wits end, a hair away from snapping.

Coming back to the present, you were snapped out of your thoughts when a knock at the door was heard. Muttering a quick ‘come in,’ you weren’t too surprised to see Jake standing there, hands stuffed in his hoodie pocket.

“Hey, Jakey.” You smiled sweetly at the boy who returned your gesture before looking around the room, presumably looking for your dark-haired boyfriend.

And just as you thought, the question fell from his lips, “Where’s Sunghoon?”

“He’s in the shower,” you told him, and Jake nodded before walking over, flopping down onto the bed, his upper body draped over your lap. 

“Did you see the new article?” He pouted as he started to pick at the end of your skirt, causing you to smile, but you nodded your head before tilting your phone screen down to show him that you had been reading it. Jake sighed dramatically, his face falling into the side of your thigh, “I hope they stop soon. I’m pretty sure Hoon is gonna strangle me the next time one comes out.” He shivered at the thought, causing you to start laughing.

You knew he was right. Sunghoon has been avoiding Jake like the plague for the past few days. Anger and annoyance are the main expressions he wears anymore. His jaw is always locked tight, afraid he might say the wrong thing. But you were enjoying it, maybe a little too much.

Just then, the bathroom door swung open, ceasing your laughter as Sunghoon walked into the room, towel in hand, drying his damp hair. However, as soon as his eyes landed on you and Jake in his bed, you could have sworn you saw a fuse blow in his head. His eyes darkened into a glare, demanding that Jake leave, not a single bit of room left open for discussion. 

Jake nearly levitates off of the bed before rushing out of the room as quickly as he possibly could, not wanting to be at the end of your boyfriend's wrath. You watched with an amused smirk as Sunghoon's eyes trailed from the doorway back to you.

“Is this really that amusing to you?” His voice was cold as he walked towards the open door; it sent a shiver down your spine and your thighs clenching together. You, however, just hummed with a shrug before looking back down at your phone. You peeked over the top of it, excitement bubbling in your chest as you watched Sunghoon slam the door shut before turning the lock. The moment you had been waiting for was finally about to happen; you finally got him to snap. You mentally cheered, completely missing the borderline psychotic gleam in your boyfriend’s eyes.

Sunghoon walked back to the end of the bed, a snarl pulling on his upper lip, revealing his pointy canine. The very canines you wished would mark your body up, leaving behind puncture wounds and bruises even though you would get a lot of shit from your manager and makeup artist. He never did, though, because he knew the stakes; however, now? Now, all of those thoughts. All of the sane thoughts, really. Completely vanished from his mind.

He leaned over the bed, grabbing your outstretched ankle before yanking your body down to him. A small gasp fell from your lips at the sudden action but was quickly quieted when you bit your tongue as Sunghoon hovered over you, slotting his body against yours. 

The dark, lustful look in his eyes had your body wiggling in anticipation, a shock rushing through your veins when you felt his erection against your thinly covered core. Thinking back to all of the stuff you did to get here made you giggle because you thought you had finally won. Or so you thought. Sunghoon, on the other hand, found it far, so far, from amusing.

“Well, see how much you’ll be laughing, princess,” He chuckled darkly before his slender fingers wrapped tightly around your throat, causing your breath to hitch, but all the air was soon taken out of your lungs when he kissed you hard.

A cry tore from your lungs when he bit down on your bottom lip before sucking on it. You were sure that it had drawn blood, but your mind was quickly bought elsewhere when his other hand cupped your boob, squeezing harshly. 

“You just like the attention, huh?” He growled, nipping at your jaw, “You’re just a little attention whore, is that it?” 

You whined as his grip on your throat got tighter, not enough to completely cut off your air supply, but definitely enough to make you feel a little lightheaded. Sunghoon was typically always rough when it came to sex, but this? This was new, and you’d be lying if you said it didn’t turn you on even more.

“Don’t think I don’t know what your little game was.” His voice was deep, sending shock waves throughout your body, “How you purposely left with Jake knowing the press was watching,” He moved his hand, allowing you to breathe, but not long before he sunk his teeth into the soft flesh of your neck causing you to cry out his name, “or how you threw yourself all over Jake…” Tears pricked at the corner of your eyes as he continued to bite and suck on your neck, leaving deep purple and red marks. “All for what, huh? My attention? Well, guess what, princess, now you have it.” 

You knew you probably pushed him way over the edge the moment he started to mark up your skin. While his hands were tight enough on your body, you were sure they’d leave bruises behind. Then that dark lust that clouded his eyes was the final ringer that let you know, ‘oh I really fucked up’. 

“Hoon-” “What’s the safe word?” Oh, you definitely fucked up; you knew he never mentioned the safe word unless he was going to be rough. The two of you only came up with it just as percussion, mainly when you tried something new. But for him to ask now when you could clearly see the anger in his eyes? Yeah, you were screwed.

When he didn’t get an answer quickly enough, he grabbed your face, squishing your cheeks together, and moved his face merely inches away from yours.

“What’s. The. Word. Y/n.” Sunghoon snarled, enunciating every word with a glare. Your eyes were wide, not quite out of fear but something else you weren’t sure what to call.

“Purple.” You responded to the best of your ability with his hand on your face, eyes staring into his.

Then he let go of your face before pushing off of your body, standing flat on his feet. You pushed yourself up, eyes on him, ready to ask what he was doing. However, his voice was quick to beat you to it.

“Strip and on your knees.”

The tone of his voice was already enough to leave you dripping in your underwear, but the way his eyes bore into you made your whole body shiver. This new side of Sunghoon was something you never thought you would need, but it is now. You wanted so badly to disobey him, but you knew that if you continued to push his buttons, he wouldn’t hesitate to leave you without cumming. 

So, with shaky legs, you pulled yourself to your feet before slowly undoing the button on your skirt and letting it fall to the floor. You could feel Sunghoon’s fiery gaze on you as you pulled your shirt over your head and threw it somewhere in the room. Once you were left standing there completely bare before him, Sunghoon walked over and put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you down onto your knees.

“Now be a good girl and put that pretty mouth of yours to use,” He spoke lowly, his finger combing through your hair until he got to the crown of your head. A whimper fell from your lips as you placed your hands on his thighs to stabilize yourself when he tugged your head back harshly. “And I swear to god you try to tease, I will leave you here tied to the bed with a vibrator attached to your cunt.” The way his upper lip pulled back to show his pointed tooth, you knew he wasn’t lying.

"O-Okay," You choked out as he cranked your neck back a little more, eliciting a cry from your lips. He then let go, standing straight again, allowing you to slightly relax your neck. You wasted no time pulling his sweatpants' string loose before hooking your fingers around the waistband to pull them down. Once his pants were pooled at his feet, you lifted yourself up a bit, mouth watering at the sight of your boyfriend's dick.

Sunghoon then held something out to you, and your eyes went wide at the sight of the little pink egg, “Put this in that needy little hole of yours, and don’t you dare cum without my permission.” Your gaze shifted from the little toy to your boyfriend’s hooded gaze before taking it into your hand.

You kept your eyes locked with his as you brought the toy down to your pulsating heat, rubbing it up and down to collect your slick to use as lube. The slight stretch it offered left a whine falling from your lips, but it wasn’t nearly enough. That’s what you thought, at least, until a sudden vibration caused your whole body to jolt and a moan to slip past your lips. Then it was gone. Sunghoon watched from above as your body relaxed a bit, your eyes shifting to meet his once more.

He then grabbed himself at the base before tapping the head against your lips, prompting you to open your mouth. You parted your lips, sticking your tongue out, letting him drag his tip across your wet muscle, hissing at the contact. Shuffling a bit closer, you encased your lips around his tip, causing him to groan. Sunghoon gathered your hair into a makeshift ponytail before thrusting his hips forward, sheathing his entire length in your mouth. Thankfully, your gag reflex was almost nonexistent; otherwise, you were sure you would be a choking mess. 

His pace started out steady; his hold on your hair kept your head in place. Until he found his rhythm, and his hips snapped forward, hitting the back of your throat, causing tears to prick at the corner of your eyes. Then the little toy inside of you buzzed to life, causing a moan to tear through your throat, muffled by his dick. The vibrations caused Sunghoon’s head to fall back with a groan.

Your head started to go fuzzy with pleasure as Sunghoon continued to piston his hips until your nose brushed his pelvis bone. The vibrations then kicked up, causing your body to jolt, nails to dig into his thighs, and you to moan around his cock. All of the sensations were overwhelming, and you weren’t sure if you would last much longer, but then Sunghoon’s words echoed in your brain. Knowing that he would punish you even more if you came without his permission, you tried your best to hold it in.

The drag of his cock along your tongue was enough to have your eyes roll back as you pressed the wet appendage against him.

“Fuck, this is supposed to be a punishment, yet you look like you enjoy sucking my dick.” He chuckled darkly before a throaty groan broke from his lips, his hips stuttering as he got closer to his high. You hummed around him, trying to keep yourself grounded, but you nearly choked as he turned the vibrations up to the highest setting. Tears were spilling from your eyes as you screwed them shut, pleasure overriding your senses.

Sunghoon wanted to burn this image into his memory, the tears running down your flushed cheeks. How the mixture of his pre-cum and your saliva dripped from your chin. The dark purple and red bite marks that covered the skin of your neck. The way your hips rocked against nothing but the air as you struggled to keep from tipping over the edge. God, it was a picture-perfect sight; if he could, he would share it with the world. A clear sign that you were his.

The thought of all of your guys' fans seeing it drove him over the edge, his dick twitching in your mouth as he painted your throat white. An animalist growl tore through his mouth as he rocked his hip, riding out his high before shutting the vibrator off. He then pulled out of your mouth, watching as you closed your lips, swallowing his seed without a word. You then opened your mouth once more, tongue lolling out to show him.

He then tugged on your hair, causing you to whine as you stood on wobbly legs. Not giving you a moment to breathe before his lips found yours in a heated kiss. He groaned at the taste of himself on your tongue before maneuvering you back until your knees hit the bed. A gasp fell from your lips as Sunghoon picked you up and crawled onto the bed before laying you flat on your back. 

Sunghoon pulled away from your lips, pressing hot, wet kisses along your jugular down to your breast before encasing one of your nipples in his mouth. A breathy moan escaped your parted lips as your fingers ran through his hair, tugging slightly. 

A loud cry escaped from your lips, and tears fell from your eyes when the vibrator kicked back to life. Your hips bucking against Sunghoon’s body, and your hands tugging on his hair. The male smirked as your body tensed underneath his, listening to every little noise that left your pretty lips.

“Hoon- fuck!” You cried out when you felt his slim fingers prodding at your entrance, thumb pressed against your clit. There was no way you were going to be able to last long at this rate, but when you met his dark gaze, you knew you had no other choice.

Your back arched off of the bed when he pushed two of his fingers into your pussy, pushing the little egg further in. A lewd, pornographic moan tore from your lungs when it pressed against your sweet spot.

“Found it,” Sunghoon chuckled, pulling his mouth away from your tits to watch as your body convulsed under him. His fingers started to pump in and out of your slick walls while turning the vibrator up.

Your ears were ringing, and your brain was starting to go blank as your body became overwhelmed with pleasure. Moans and cries of Sunghoon’s name fell from your lips like a mantra, and you could feel that little knot tighten to the point of almost snapping.

“‘M close! Hoon, please!” You cried out, back arching off of the bed as your eyes nearly rolled to the back of your head. Then, just like that, your orgasm was ripped away from you when Sunghoon pulled not only his fingers out but the vibrator as well. Pleas and whines slipped past your swollen lips as your vision focused, but your words were cut short when Sunghoon wrapped his fingers around your throat once more.

“Oh no, baby, you seem to have forgotten.” He left a chaste kiss on the corner of your lips before moving to your ear, “this is a punishment, you’ll cum when I say you can.”

Tears spilled down your cheeks as you locked eyes with your boyfriend, your mind reeling. This wasn’t how you expected things to go; sure, you knew he was going to punish you, but this? Your whole body was on fire, and the touch of Sunghoon’s finger felt like it was searing your skin, leaving behind traces of his touch.

Your jaw fell slack as Sunghoon slipped his fingers back into your dripping cunt, moving at a harsh pace. His thumb presses down in tight circles on your clit. Cries left your lips as you tried to push your boyfriend's hand away from your sore hole, but he was quick to grab your wrists with a growl, pinning them above your head.

“Don’t be a brat, be a good little slut and take my fingers.” His words stung in all the right ways, and your cunt squeezed around his fingers. Sunghoon smirked before catching your lips in a bruising kiss, muffling all the moans escaping your throat.

Your head fell back as you tried to wiggle your hips away from Sunghoon’s hand, the sensation becoming too much, almost mind-numbing. Sunghoon pulled his fingers out before landing a firm smack on your clit, causing a loud cry to fall from your lips, tears flowing down your cheeks.

“What did I say?” His tone was a low growl, sliding his finger back in.

“Please, Hoon, it’s- fuck! ‘S too much.” Your cries only spurred your boyfriend on, speeding his fingers up.

Broken sobs fell from your mouth as you felt that same knot in your gut reappear, but you knew that he would just rip that away. Your nails dug into the palm of your hand as you tried to ground yourself, but his fingers just kept rubbing your velvet walls in all the right ways, making stars cloud your vision. And then it was gone once again.

Sunghoon’s dick twitched at the sight of your tear-streaked face, loving how your makeup smeared under your eyes, how tears stuck to your eyelashes as you looked up at him with the fuck-out expression he loves so much. His eyes then traveled down the length of your body, your hands pinned so perfectly under his, the love bites that littered your neck and chest, the sheen of sweat that coated your body, then, finally, your dripping cunt. Your slick leaked out onto his sheets, leaving a wet patch. The sight made him rock hard once more, to the point that it almost hurt.

His silence was worrying to you because you couldn’t tell what he was thinking, let alone what he was going to do next. Just then, he released your wrist before leaning over to his bedside table. Your eyes widened as he pulled out the bundle of black rope, shaking your head frantically.

“No, no, I’ll be good, I promise! Sunghoon, please.” You begged, tears streaming from your eyes. However, those pleas were cut short when he glared down at you, holding his hand out for yours. “Sung-”

“Hands. Now.” His tone left no room for negotiation, and with a whine, you placed your hands in his. Watching as he bound your wrists together before pulling them above your head to attach them to the headboard. Once you were locked in place, he leaned down, face mere centimeters away from yours. “Should have thought about that before, huh?” His voice was harsh, his eyes gleaming, almost sadistic. “Maybe I should mark up this perfect body of yours; then maybe you’ll get the idea that you’re mine.” 

You bite your lip as he moves down your body, hooking his hands under your thighs, lifting your lower half until your ass rests on his chest, legs hanging over his shoulders. The position was extremely uncomfortable, but that soon slipped away from your mind when his lips latched to the inside of your thigh. Your breathing was ragged, breathy moans and whines falling from your lips as he left bites and marks all along your inner thighs.

Once he was satisfied with all of the marks, he moved down, blowing on your drenched pussy, watching as you clenched around nothing. Sunghoon gathered a ball of saliva in his mouth before letting it drop onto your clit, watching as it trailed down to join the abundance of slick. Your eyes watched his movements, lips tucked between your teeth. He then dived right into your pussy, licking a long stripe from your slit to your clit before harshly sucking on the bundle of nerves, eliciting a strangled moan from your lungs.

“Holy shit!” You cried out as your head flew back into his pillows, hips bucking into his face. Sparks flew across your vision as he held onto your hips, tight enough to halt any of your movements.

Sunghoon then trailed back down to your slit, sticking his tongue in, tasting your sweetness as it gushed out onto his tongue. He hummed at the taste, sending vibrations through your core and making you cry out his name, hands clenched into fists above your head. He continued to eat you out like a starved man while you were a whining mess under him, tugging on the restraints, hoping they would budge, but they didn’t.

“Hoon- fuck, please don’t stop.” You cried out, head falling back as he latched his lips to your clit once more, drawing patterns on the little button. The pillow under your head had your tears stains on it as the salty liquid continued to flow from your eyes at the instrumental amount of pleasure you were feeling.

You begged him not to stop as you felt that knot reappear once more, hoping that he would finally let you have that release. Sunghoon smirked against your core, listening to your choked pleas and moans. His movements didn’t let up as your body started to twitch, a tell-tale sign that you were close.

“Cum for me slut.” He growled against your skin; the mixture of the vibrations and his teeth slightly scraping against your clit had you toppling over the edge. Your body convulsed in his hold, toes curling behind his head and his name leaving your mouth in a borderline scream. It all just spurred your boyfriend on as he continued to devour you, easily throwing your body into overstimulation.

All of your body muscles tensed, and your shoulders grew sore from the angle at which they were placed. You were sure that your legs wouldn’t be usable the next day, nor would your voice, but that was a problem for future you to worry about. Right now, your brain is far too cloudy to think straight, pleasure drowning all of your senses.

A silent scream tore through your lips as Sunghoon placed the little vibrating egg against your clit. Your legs moved to snap close, but Sunghoon was quicker than that, grabbing hold of one of your thighs and keeping it in place. The mixture of the vibrations and his tongue buried in your cunt had your legs shaking by his head, another orgasm already on the horizon.

Inchohent moans and noises fell from your lips as he brought you over the edge once more, eyes squeezed shut. Sunghoon slurped up all of your juices, not leaving a single drop before pulling the vibrator away from your twitching clit. He then kissed the bundle of nerves, causing a small squeak to leave your lips. Your eyes then opened slowly, meeting Sunghoon’s eyes as he looked down at you with a smug look.

As he laid your body down, you could feel your muscles relaxing, and you closed your eyes, trying to catch your breath. However, your eyes snapped open when you felt the tip of his cock prodding at your entrance.

“You didn’t think we were done already, did you princess?” He chuckled, watching the shock on your face morph into pleasure as he slid in with little resistance. Your nails dug into the palm of your hand as a choked sob tore from your lungs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” The word fell from your lips in a rushed chant as Sunghoon’s hips started to slam against yours. “‘S too much, Hoon!” You cried out as your back arched off the bed.

“No, it’s not; just shut up and take it,” Sunghoon growled, hands holding onto your hips with a vice-like grip. A high-pitched squeal broke through your parted lips when his hand came up and wrapped around your throat once more, “who’s pussy is this? Who’s making you feel this good? Who do you belong to?”

“You.” The words choked through your lips, but that didn’t fully satisfy the male; no, he wanted to make sure everyone knew. 

Leaning down, he ghosted his lips over yours, “Then say it.”

He then leaned back up and pounded into your sensitive cunt making your head spin, “Fuck! Yours, Sunghoon!” You screamed as your head fell back, missing the sadistic smirk on your boyfriend’s lips.

Sunghoon continued to thrust hard and deep into you, his pace never slowing, and you could already feel another orgasm creeping up. The words came out jumbled as you tried to warn him, his fingers squeezing the flesh on your neck. 

You were clenching around his dick like crazy, causing him to groan, “fuck keep doing that, and I’m bound to breed this cunt of yours.” The words only made you clench around him again, making him chuckle, “You want that, don’t you? You want my seed filling your womb until you’re sure to get pregnant, huh?” You mewled at his words, fucked out eyes looking up to beg.

Seeing the expression on your face almost drove Sunghoon over the edge, your tear-stained cheeks and glossy eyes that were begging him to cum inside, then your swollen lips that were parted as you moaned out his name. Fuck he wasn’t going to last much longer. Taking his hand off of your neck, he moved down to press his thumb against your clit, circling it in tight circles. Your hips bucked at his touch as your nerves were set aflame once more. The knot in your stomach tightened to an unimaginable level, but this one felt different. Like your body was about to burst, but before you could even get the chance to warn Sunghoon, your orgasm hit. Your release gushes out in waves, coating your and his thighs. A loud pornographic moan fell from your lips, and Sunghoon cursed under his breath at the sight. 

“You fucking squirted, you filthy whore.” He chastises you, his hips stuttering as he feels his high creeping up. A whine fell from your lips as he continued to fuck into you at a harsh pace until he finally tipped over the edge with a groan, painting your gummy wall white. 

Sunghoon continued to rock his hips into yours, riding out his high before coming to a complete stop. His eyes squeezed shut, feeling you wrapped around his still semi-hard dick, milking him for all he was worth. Opening his eyes, he let the flutter down to where the two of you were still connected, groaning at the sight of the white ring around the base of his cock. He wanted to capture this moment. So he did.

Leaning over, he grabbed your phone, which had been haphazardly thrown to the side, before opening the camera, ignoring the article you had pulled up. You didn’t even realize what he was doing as you tried to catch your breath until you heard the shutter click. Your eyes opened at the noise, surprised to see your boyfriend aiming the camera down at where his dick was still sheathed inside of your cunt.

Sunghoon could feel himself grow hard again at the sight, wanting nothing more than to make a big mess of the two of you. Swiping on the screen, he switched to the video recorder and hit the little red button before rocking his hips against yours. A whimper fell from your lips as he continued to toy with your puffy cunt.

"Oh, I'm not done with you yet, baby…" he chuckled darkly, his eyes meeting yours. "Far from it."

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