#I’ll match ur picture!

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Kakashi hatake

from Naruto

[laiamilton]

next top wag | oscar piastri x fem! footballer! reader

summary; in the world of formula one where wag culture is a big thing, everyone can agree that oscar piastri is the best one

fc; mallory swanson ( my girllll )

warnings; none (?)

note; uswnt/woso x f1 is my niche anyways plz ignore the dates on the tweets LMAOOAMZLS

masterlist !

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yourusername uploaded to their story !

[caption 1; one last date night w this grand prix winner before the olympics 🙁🤍] [caption 2; bonjourrrrr, parisss]

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liked by oscarpiastri, trinity_rodman, and others !

yourusername: 3 for 3 in the group stages ! onto the quarterfinals!

oscarpiastri: wow

oscarpiastri: my gorgeous beautiful amazing talented goal scoring machine 😍

yourusername: osccccc🫶

username: OSCAR WAG!!!

username: all he does is drive n obsess over his talented football gf i love him😞

trinity_rodman: LETS GOO!! *liked by yourusername*

username: road to gold!!🙂‍↕️

username: these olympics have been so fun so far 😭🙏

username: Y/NNNNN!!!

sophsssmith: 3 for 3 meaning 3 goals in 3 matches 🤭

yourusername: what can i say😁

username: come to arsenal plz❤️

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oscarpiastri uploaded to his story !

[caption 1; bonjour?] [caption 2; when bae is basically an olympic medalist already]

yourusername OSCAR JACK PIASTRIIIIII

yourusername I HATE U😭😭😭😭

oscarpiastri uhmmm if u didn’t knock australia out of group stages we’d be having a different conversation 🥱

yourusername girl bye 😭

yourusername be proud of ur gf🙄🙄

oscarpiastri who says i’m not 🙄

oscarpiastri go back to training u have a gold medal to win tmrw

yourusername i’ll win it for u my wag😘😘

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yourusername: a tough few weeks but it was all worth it to win gold with my girls 🥇

sophsssmith: girl YOUU won us gold 😫

oscarpiastri: she’s so talented right ☺️☺️

trinity_rodman: y/n come get your man 😭

oscarpiastri: yeah i’m her man😁

yourusername: guys i’m trying my best here but he already messages the every mclaren worker abt the gold medal😭

username: literally SCREAMED when y/n scored in the final😫

username: USA USA USA

username: STRUT LIKE YOU MEAN IT!!🐆

lavellerose: queen 👑 *liked by yourusername!*

username: yall see trinity’s comment abt oscar 😭😭

username: he’s such a simp i’m in tears 😭

landonorris: wow super cool y/n

yourusername: cooler than u

oscarpiastri: now that is a fact 😁

landonorris: ???????

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liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others !

oscarpiastri: a few weeks ago, you were in hungary to witness for my first win and now, i’m in paris after witnessing you scoring in the final to win gold, so unbelievably proud of my best girl❤️ i love you, my gold medalist 🥇

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yourusername: OSCAR JACK PIASTRIIIII

yourusername: I LOVE U MY HUNGARIAN GP WINNER😭❤️‍🩹

oscarpiastri: she loves me guys omg

landonorris: i can hear him giggling from here

oscarpiastri: you’re just jealous🥱

yourusername: guys plz

georgerussell63: oscar is in his wag era 💅

yourusername: call him next top wag

oscarpiastri: i think me willingly wearing 2 american flags, a cowboy hat, your jersey, and paining red white and blue lines on my face makes me the best wag🥱🥱

landonorris: begging you y/n please tell me you have a picture 😭

yourusername: I GOT YALLLLL

charles_leclerc: congratulations, y/n!!!

yourusername: merciiiii!

username: if u listen closely u can hear me sobbing 😞

username: oscar is dating the most gorgeous girl omg

username: ME AND WHOOOOO💔

username: they are so cute 🙁

lewishamilton: congratulations y/n on gold!🥇

yourusername: thank u lewisss🫶

oscarpiastri: did i mention i was there

alex_albon: yes plenty of times in the groupchat ( btw congrats y/n too! )

maxverstappen1: yeah he threatened crashing into all of us if we didn’t congratulate you yourusername

yourusername: ????? oscarpiastri explain ??

oscarpiastri: no thank you

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Something in your mouth

(joel miller x f!reader)

The third installment of  Never made it as a wise man aka creed!joel

WC: 8.4k | Part 1 | Part 2 |  Other fics | Rating: 18+ 

Summary: post hand job and phone sex; it’s the leadup and part 1 of these horny bishes goin’ on a date

Note: heyyyyy it’s me and i’m back on my bs . i know i promised the fuckening, but that was summer me and now it’s winter me.. so instead of hiding and never updating, i remembered i have free will so u get the full week lead-up and the first half of the date.. and then i’ll brb with the fuckfest okay? i promise. (also it’s actually almost done this time so it won’t take months). again, i am still merely a vessel for the spirit of buttrock joel. hopefully this part 3 is girthy enough to sate your appetite a lil bit  

Tags: au no outbreak modern joel, divorced dad rock dilf joel x f!reader, picks up right where pt 2 ended, alternating pov, dirty talk, horny yearning, blowjob in the truck, still crackish, but i am still dead serious about it being hot so idc, mistakes are all mine

Thanks to Nickelback for having non stop horny bangerz to quote such as Something in your mouth

major thanks to @hoelaris for this moodboard that made me weep tears of joy bc is it so perfect

thanks to @magneticecstasy for date joel thots to be ft in this pt and the next, @auteurdelabre for telling me to let them have their happy ending so i can get back to the paris boys faster, to @syd-djarin for support, horny thots, song suggestions etc, and @itwasntimethatdidit40 for the nickelback pedro tiktok edit inspo

it really takes a village or whatever they say <3 

*if u forgot what this is bc i took so long give Part 1 and  Part 2 a read for a refresh <3 

*if i missed ur tag or u want off this ride lemme know 

okay, it's starting now:

You wake up in Joel’s shirt. It smells more like you than him already, but it still makes you grin devilishly just the same. You go about your day, a few errands and some chores, the whole time with a little more energy than usual. 

When you’re back home and settled in to have a lazy afternoon, you get a little restless. Itchy fingers. It’s hard not to pick up your phone and check your messages again and again. You’re drawn to looking at the picture he sent, the pictures you took, and you can’t help wondering…

Did he wake up thinking of you? Hard, aching, and leaking at the memory of your voice. 

Did he dream of all the nasty things he said he wanted to do to you? Waking up throbbing and frustrated, grinding his cock into the mattress as if you were beneath him. 

Did he wake up and check his phone to confirm you were real? Making it all the way to the shower before surrendering, wishing it was your soft cunt he was fucking instead of his fist. 

You know you’re fucked when just thinking about him thinking about you has you so turned on. It’s so tempting to send him something else. Another picture? An audio message? A thinking of you 😘 text? 

No. No, no, no. 

You can wait him out. Make him work for it a little. He’s a full-grown man. You’ve already given him enough to work with. Plus, you wanna know what he’s gonna come up with next. Right? 

The lazy Sunday ends all too soon and before you know it you’re back to work. Dragging ass into the office with the biggest iced coffee you could buy. You deserve a treat to get through your Monday anyway. 

A little warning bell chimes in the back of your mind as you drop your things on your desk. Ellie grumbles a good morning that matches your enthusiasm for fluorescent lights at 8 am. A little seed of guilt sprouts within you. 

Is it fucked up of you to mess around with Joel? It’s not like it’s something serious. Or, does that make it even worse? There’s no way he would say anything to her about it. 

“Heard you saw Joel again,” she says before you’ve even sat down. Great. 

“Uh, yeah,” you reply, “Still didn’t feel right that he wouldn’t accept anything for helping with my car.” You sink into your chair, hesitating to say more. It’s too early to have a good poker face. 

“So you made him a lasagna?” She questions, staring you down. 

“Men love my meat sauce,” you say with a shrug. 

“Gross,” Ellie grimaces at that, “please, don’t ever say that again.” 

You buy her off with the rest of the cookies you had baked. She’s happy to take the entire container from you and happier to enjoy them all immediately. If she’s suspicious she’s either good at hiding it or you really don’t know how to read her. 

You carry on with your morning catching up on mindless tasks, swirling your coffee around as the ice starts to melt, and trying to stay focused. Ellie turns on her music and you can’t help thinking of Joel again. It’s like he’s infected your mind and every shitty 2000s post-grunge alt-rock song conjures him up. 

You can’t help wondering what exactly he would’ve told Ellie about your surprise visit. Would he have asked about you? Implied anything? You can’t stop yourself from asking. 

“What did he say?” 

Ellie’s head swivels towards you immediately. 

“Who?” 

Instantly you know you messed up. You didn’t realize how much time had passed. You shouldn’t still be thinking of him. She prods you about what you said and what you meant. Not accepting a nothing or a never mind. An uncomfortable wave of embarrassment twists in your stomach, heat blooms in your cheeks, and your hands are fidgety. 

You shouldn’t have brought it up, you shouldn't be so defensive. Shouldn’t, shouldn’t, shouldn’t.  

Ellie is sharp–cutthroat–reading your every move. You stare at the empty Tupperware on her desk, hoping it will reveal some sort of escape plan. A strategy to deflect. It’s too late. Her eyes narrow just the slightest bit and she follows your gaze. It clicks. 

“Oh, you meant Joel?” 

You’re so busted. “I..uh,” you don’t know how to finish that thought. 

“Why?” She gives you such a blank-faced look that it’s unsettling. You’re an adult. Why does this feel like you got caught sneaking out to see a boy on a school night?

You try to brush it off, but it sounds more defensive, making it worse. You focus on cracking your knuckles and trying to feign a more casual air. For some reason that means you keep talking. Broken sentences pouring out of you and trailing off into a stiff laugh. 

Mercifully, Ellie cuts you off. Tells you it was Tommy who mentioned it. 

So, he was the one who showed up while you had your legs spread open on Joel’s kitchen counter. The catalyst to your shirt heist and hasty getaway. That makes your face hot for a different reason. 

“Oh. Gross.” Ellie groans.

“What?” 

“You’ve got that look on your face.” 

You snort at that. Only slightly horrified that she’s so adept at picking up the tells on your face. “What look?” 

You suck down the last of your iced coffee, stalling, until you’re just sucking in air. You toss it in the tiny trash bin between the two of you and decide to be honest no matter what she says. You’d rather get ahead of it. 

“Was it a sex lasagna?” Her mouth is pulled into a look of disgust. 

You snort at that before shaking your head, preparing to get it all out. 

“Okay, look. It was a thank-you lasagna.” You pause, trying to figure out exactly how much to share. “I didn’t plan the rest of it. It just…happened. And, fuck, it was so hot.” 

Her face wrinkles with confusion, then disgust, then laughter. It makes your heart rate speed up. 

“I’m sorry,” your words come out like a waterfall. “I don’t want to make things weird. I want us to be friends. I wasn’t thinking. I’m sure it wasn’t serious. I’ll tell you whatever you want. It was my fault. I showed up without letting him know. I made the first move—” 

“You fold quick,” Ellie notes, interrupting you. She throws her hands up and you shut your mouth, “Look, you’re both adults, I don’t care what you do. Just, please, don’t tell me any of the sex details.” 

“Do you really not care? Or like, you say I don’t care and then treat me like Cheryl in the front office?” you ask. 

“No. I genuinely don’t give a shit. Well, I mean, if you break his heart I’ll have to kill you.”

“Naturally,” you agree with a solemn nod. 

“But,” she pauses to take a breath, tilting her head before continuing, “it would probably be good for him, don’t think he’s had a real date in a while. But don’t come back to me broken-hearted if he’s a dick—that’s just his face.”

“A date?” you echo. 

She groans and rolls her eyes at you, but it’s too late. 

Your mind starts to wander. With Ellie’s blessing, you don’t have a reason not to give it a shot.

The harps are already strumming as you float off into your cloud of dissociation. Your favorite daydream flickers into focus as your eyes glaze over and a dazed grin curls on your face. It’s always that same slo-mo Baywatch-style memory. That one where you caught Joel wiping the sweat off his forehead with the bottom of his t-shirt. The original temptation that led you back to him. 

Somehow, every time it replays, there’s a new easter egg just for you. The ghost of a knowing smirk or a sparkly-eyed wink when he catches your eye, like a wicked little tease to pull you deeper into the dream world. 

Sometimes it’s all too visceral. In the privacy of your mind, you’re free to direct the scene how you’d like. Slowly panning over the peek of soft skin and the trail of hair you can see. You can still feel the warmth on your fingertips from when you slipped your hand beneath the waistband of those navy blue boxers. 

Sometimes, you create something new. You’d like to take one of his sun-faded plastic green lawn chairs, drag it to the front porch, and sit yourself down for a show. You wanna watch him mow the grass in the evening heat. 

You can see the sweat beads dotted along his neck and the contour of his marble-sculpted arms as he serpentines along your fantasy world front lawn. 

You can smell the fresh-cut grass and the specific blend of sweaty man pheromones that Aphrodite concocted just for you. 

Your chest swells, lungs expanding, as you breathe slowly and deeply. The illusory scents fill your lungs until you release a deep, yearnful sigh. The imaginary lawn mower almost drowns out the imaginary Fred Durst bellering, It’s just one of those days, from that little stereo on the workbench. 

Before you can transition into another scenario—something bounces off your face, and you flinch with a loud yelp. 

“That was your warning,” Ellie glares at you. “Next time I’m throwing something sharp.” 

“Okay, okay, message received.” You offer a sheepish smile, and she turns around. It seems the Limp Bizkit song was very much not a figment of your imagination. Ellie mutters along to the lyrics behind you, barely audible, as you spin in your chair to get back to work. 

It’s not even five minutes later when you swivel in your chair again with another question for Ellie. 

There’s nothing like having a crush on a man you barely know to truly make you delusional. You know you’ve got it bad, but it’s unfortunately just so much fun to daydream and let your mind run wild with the very limited info you know about the man. 

You don’t want to worry about anything that could go wrong. 

Except for, well, everything. 

You still fret over texting him first or waiting. Should you send another picture with no context? Should you call? Should you wait another day? 

When you notice your chest feeling tight you give yourself a reality check. It’s Monday morning. You’re at work. He’s probably at work. You can figure it out later. A future you problem. 

Joel’s text comes through late in the evening. 

Joel: You wearing my shirt to bed again? 

You’re grinning immediately. At hearing from him first and because he fucking clocked you. You snap a quick photo. Despite being on the spot, it’s thoughtfully crafted. Just enough to show the logo and only your mouth, not your face, no extra skin, no sexy tease. Just a confirmation. You send it off, and his reply buzzes seconds later. 

Joel: More 

You try to bite back the grin still stuck on your face as your fingers dance across the screen. You want to tell him off for being so blunt, but for some reason, it feels like such a compliment. You’ve definitely got it bad if a thirsty one-word text feels like high praise. 

You aren’t going to give in this time. You’ve still got Ellie’s words echoing in your mind. A date. You type back one line. 

You: Gonna have to earn it if you want more 

Your phone rings shortly after your message is delivered. Joel’s name flashes on the screen and your stomach flips. You thought maybe he’d send another dick pic, but now he’s calling you? It does check out that he wouldn’t be the texting type, to be fair.

“Hey,” you answer, voice soft, a little tentative. 

“You’re gonna make me work for it, huh?” His drawl is low, rough around the edges and so stupidly sexy it makes your nipples hard. You can just tell he’s already on edge. Delight floods your veins at the idea of him thinking of you all day. 

“You could use a lesson in patience,” your voice is remarkably steady, despite the way your body is lit up. You chew at your lower lip. “Thought I told you that last time we were on the phone,” you chide. 

A deep chuckle rumbles through the phone. “Patience,” he repeats. There’s a pause that has you holding your breath. “I don’t think you’re playin’ fair, baby. Knowing you’re in bed with my shirt on, teasin’ me with another picture.” His voice takes on a husky, knowing tone. “Don’t think it’s patience you’re lookin’ for. Bet I know what you really want.” 

Your breath catches, loud enough he wouldn’t miss it even with his busted phone. You weren’t prepared to be so affected by just the timbre of his voice. It’s fucked up the way he’s got you breathless for no damn good reason. 

You can picture him in his bed. The trademark navy blue sheets. Is he fresh out of the shower? Damp hair and the overpowering scent of whatever 10 in 1 man soap was on sale at the grocery store— 

“Okay. Enlighten me then. What do I want?” you finally reply. 

“You want to hear it,” he continues, smooth and smug, radiating a cocky smirk right through the phone that makes your skin tingle. “You want to hear how you’ve got me hard, sittin’ here thinkin’ about you,” Joel growls, his voice thick with heat. “Thinkin’ about you wearing just my shirt.”

You bite down on your lip to stay quiet. Maybe he’s not in bed at all. Maybe he’s still out in his shop, locked in the office, a couple beers down before he dared to text you. His hair a mess from running his fingers through it, in those faded jeans that cling to him perfectly. 

Either way, it seems almost cruel to stop him with a mouth like that. 

“Thinking about what I’d do if you were here,” he carries on. “You look good in my shirt.” His voice drops even lower. “You’d let me push it up though, wouldn’t you? Just enough so I can see how wet you are for me.” 

You can’t help pressing your thighs together at that thought. If he hears how turned on you are already, you’re definitely going to end up acting out his fantasy over the phone. 

“Fuck.” he mutters, his voice breaking. “You’d let me take my time. Get my hands on those perfect tits again. Soak my fingers with that sweet pussy. Have you so worked up you’d be begging for my cock.” 

He says it like it’s a fact, as if he could come over right now and you’d drag him straight to your bed—or no, like you’d be on him before he could shut the front door. 

It’s so filthy, so confident. You’re so tempted to keep him going, but you pull yourself together. Biting back the whimper stuck in your throat.  

“Well, damn, Joel,” you swallow down the urge to ask for more details. “Guess you’ve got me all figured out then,” you tease with a heavy dash of sarcasm in your tone. 

“Not all of you,” he replies, with a suggestive edge. “Not yet.”

You let out a breath you were holding. “Look, you can’t just get your dick out on the phone, tell me how you wanna touch me, and get your way,” you manage, steady and a little sharp. “Not this time.”

“Not this time?” he echoes, half-laughing, clearly amused. “Alright. Sure. What do you want then?”

There’s a flicker of nervousness that tightens in your chest. You don’t want him to think you’re rejecting him, don’t want to risk losing the momentum of whatever this is. “I’m saying…I do want you. But, if you want more you’re going to have to do more. Show me you mean it. Like…a date.”

He doesn’t answer immediately, and your heart skips as you imagine his reaction. He’s quiet, but you can hear his breathing—measured, like he’s weighing something.

“Shit. You’re serious?” he asks, and there’s a softness now, laced with just enough curiosity to make you think he’s intrigued.

“Dead serious,” you say, adding, “But if you’re not interested in me like that—”

“Oh, I’m interested.” The words come quick, a little sharper than you expect, and they make you beam. “Fine. A date,” he says, like he’s letting the word settle on his tongue. “Friday?”

“Friday.” You confirm and stretch your neck. Your muscles are tense. Shoulders tight. All from his filthy words getting you worked up in half a second and the anxiety of your demand. “Come up with something good,” you tease, your voice slipping into something sultrier, “and maybe we’ll both get what we want.”

There’s a low growl on the other end of the line, tinged with frustration and desire. It makes your pulse throb in your clit. You almost wish you had let him talk you through it before suggesting the date. Hear how worked up he’s been over you. 

“Jesus,” he grumbles. 

Oh, you would’ve turned into a mess and completely forgotten to bring it up. Now you’ve essentially cock blocked yourself until the end of the week. Ugh. 

“You’re gonna drive me mad.” He says. But there’s no animosity in it. Instead, there’s something new in his voice that gives you butterflies. 

“Yep.” 

You’re the one who hangs up first before you can hear anything else that might tempt you to stray from your plan.

……..

It’s late morning when your phone buzzes on your desk the next day, interrupting your excellent cosplay of a ‘productive employee’. You glance at the screen and your heart trips when you see Joel’s name. 

You answer, trying to sound casual despite the fluttery feeling in your chest. “Calling me during business hours, Mr. Miller? You’re going to get me in trouble.” 

Joel snorts softly. “Think we both know you’re the one that likes causin’ trouble.” 

“I don’t know what you’re referring to.” 

His voice drops lower, quieter. “You need a reminder? Cause I’ve been replaying exactly how much trouble you caused in my kitchen…”

“Don’t.” You nearly hiss into the phone, trying to cut him off before he starts with any graphic retellings. You spin in your chair, grateful when you confirm Ellie has headphones on for once. 

“Right.” His voice is back to a slightly less devastatingly erotic tone. “Wouldn’t want to get carried away while you’re at work. 

“Well,” he drawls, the grin evident in his voice now. “You said you wanted a date, so I was thinking.”

You hum, leaning into the teasing tone. “If it’s a chain restaurant I’m canceling right now.”

“Do I seem like the kind of guy who’d take you to Applebee’s?”

“Do you want me to answer that honestly?” you quip, laughing at the soft groan he makes in response. “No Applebee’s, no Chili’s, and if you’re thinking about taking me to whatever the fanciest Italian place is in this town, don’t. I’m not going on a first date where you used to take your ex-wife for anniversary dinners.” 

There’s a beat of silence, then a grumbled, “It was Valentine’s, actually.”

You cackle, delighted at your guess. He huffs. “You’re impossible.”

“You’re predictable,” you shoot back, grinning as you cross your legs under your desk. “Or maybe it’s just ‘cause nobody has been challenging you.”

“S’that what you are?” he asks, “A challenge?” 

You shift in your chair, the grin on your face is going to make your cheeks burn if he keeps this up. You soften the teasing as you admit. “Maybe a little.” 

“Mm,” he grunts, clearly not convinced.

“If you’re up for it,” you add. Nerves flutter in your stomach now. Maybe he doesn’t want a challenge at all. It’s not like you’ve been hard to get. The silence stretches just long enough to make you wonder if you’ve pushed too far. 

His exasperated sigh crackles through the phone, but it’s laced with something warmer. “Yeah.” But then he exhales, soft and almost self-conscious. “Ain’t a bad thing.”

The words are simple, but they settle somewhere deep, curling warm in your chest. For a moment, the flirty defense falls, and you catch the subtle weight in his voice.

“You’re full of surprises, Joel,” you say finally, your tone gentle.

“Guess you’ll find out,” he murmurs, the words quiet like he’s not sure he’s meant to say them.

Your stomach flutters at the unexpected softness. You knew there was more to him than his bold mouth when his dick is hard or the stoic lone wolf look he wears in his garage. You weren’t expecting him to be…whatever this is now. 

The line goes quiet again, his breathing soft on the other end. “Friday at seven,” he says after a moment, his voice steady but quieter than before. “There’s a brewery that Tommy suggested. I’ll pick you up.”

“That sounds nice,” you reply, smiling into the phone.

“Alright,” he mutters. There’s a brief pause, like he’s hesitating, before he says, “See you then.”

He hangs up before you can say anything else, and for a moment, you’re left staring at your phone like an idiot. A grin stuck on your face. Possibly permanently. 

It’s not just the idea of the date. It’s the thought of Joel making a plan, asking for recommendations, and thinking of what you might like. You figured it’d be fun to give him a hard time and all, but you didn’t have real expectations. 

The week stretches on and you’re not sure if it’s moving too fast or too slow. Having a crush is wicked enough, but having a date planned makes you feel slightly insane. It’s like you’re in a cartoon where the world is suddenly brighter and the birds sing just for you. 

You find yourself constantly daydreaming at work. Every Creed song Ellie plays somehow sends you into a fugue state. Snippets of Joel’s voice replay in your head. 

There’s something about the way he said, “Ain’t a bad thing,” that keeps sneaking up on you when you least expect it. It wasn’t even what he said—it was how he said it. Quiet, like he wasn’t used to admitting something like that out loud. It makes you smile like a fool every time you think about it.

The worst is the evenings. At home in your room. Nothing to distract you. Alone with his t-shirt. Re-reading your brief texts. Lingering wistfully over the dick pic he sent like it’s a letter from your long-distance lover. You’ve got to get it together. 

And Joel? He’s just as distracted, though he’d never admit it. At least not to anyone but you. 

At work, his usual rhythm is thrown completely out of whack. He catches himself staring at the same invoice three times before finally filing it away. Tommy catches him with his Breaking Benjamin t-shirt inside out. 

You’re in his head and it’s driving him nuts. He tried to minimize it. Deciding it was just the impulsive way you crashed into his world. You spread like a wildfire in his mind. The kindness in you to deliver a homemade meal. The audaciousness you have to go after what you want. 

He goes weak for a confident woman and you’re so sharp and quick with him. It’s a rush, but not just because of the sexual chemistry. Not just because you’re a novelty or a break in his routine. 

It’s you. It’s the way you’ve got the passion and sharpness with your words, but you’re still soft on the edges. He thinks about the way your voice had dipped when you said, “If you’re up for it,” like you weren’t just teasing but testing something, seeing if he’d push you away.

He’s not used to this. Not the nerves, not the anticipation, and definitely not the way he’s spending too much time wondering what to wear on Friday. Not that he’d ever admit it, but he even dug through the back of his closet, holding up a button-down shirt Ellie had bought him last Christmas like it might bite him. He ends up tossing it back in favor of flannel—it’s still a step up from a faded band t-shirt. 

By Thursday you’re nearly useless. You drive Ellie crazy all morning, spacing out and jumping when she asks you a question. To be respectful, you haven’t mentioned the date and she hasn’t asked. Would Joel have told her? Does she know you’re losing your mind over a man who probably has holes in his sweatpants? Are you equally as pathetic? 

You’re still stuck on that thought when she kicks your chair, startling you back to reality. “Come on,” she demands. “We’re outta here and you’re coming to the Main Street with me. I’ll buy.” 

Turns out you’re a cheap date. The dive bar has strong cocktails and a very limited menu of fried foods to choose from. You sit outside at a picnic table enjoying the warmth of the early summer evening. 

Ellie is easy to get along with. Talking animatedly about her friends. Sharing the hot goss about Cheryl and her divorce. Trying to recruit you to join the company rec league kickball team. It’s all a welcome distraction even though you still have Joel on the brain. 

You do your best not to bring him up but when she mentions him you know you perk up like a heart-eyed fool. Begrudgingly, but with sincerity, Ellie asks if the date is what’s got you so distracted. 

“How did you know?” 

“You’re both worse than teenagers.” She rolls her eyes. “Thought bringing you here might take your mind off it.” 

You snap to attention at her choice of words. “Both?” 

“Don’t.” 

She’s a good friend. You did need the distraction. You’re still smiling about that thought as you check yourself out in the mirror in the bathroom at the bar. There’s a poster taped to the paper towel dispenser for the cover band that plays Saturday nights that catches your eye before you slip your phone out of your pocket. 

You’d blame it on the drinks but the truth is only had one. You hover over the messages. Wondering if he’s really as nervous as you. Fuck it, you decide before sending what you’ve been wondering. 

You: You been thinking about me? 

His message comes through so fast it’s more revealing than the words he typed. 

Joel: Maybe 

Fuck, why does one word have you feeling giddy already? 

Joel: Have you? 

He asks shortly after. You wonder if he’s second guessing himself. Is Joel nervous? 

You: A little  

You figure you’ll give him the same treatment. 

Joel: Haven’t been able to stop, if I’m honest baby 

Heat floods your face as you stare at the screen, and his next message comes before you can respond. 

Joel: Friday’s been feeling real far away 

That has you shaking your head. 

You: Patience is a virtue 

He’s quick to respond again. 

Joel: Never claimed to be a saintly man 

That makes you genuinely laugh. 

You: Good 

……

By the time Friday night rolls around, you’ve fully spiraled into a mess of anxiety and excitement. You’re not really the type to overthink a date, but there’s something about the whole scenario that feels different. It’s not just because Joel’s hot—hotter than he has any right to be—but he’s trying. For you. It’s disarming in a way you weren’t expecting. 

You know that the worst-case scenario for the night isn’t bad. You know how to have a good time wherever you are and you are confident that he’s a horny bastard that will put out even if you actively try to sabotage the date. It’s that flickering sensation in your chest that hopes for more. That’s what makes you nervous. 

You’re startled when Joel knocks at your front door. You check your reflection one last time before heading to the door. You figure it’s casual enough for a first date at a brewery. 

Despite everything inside of you that screamed to put your tits on display again—you couldn’t resist wearing the Creed shirt. You tied it up in the front so it accentuates your figure and paired it with a faux leather skirt with a matching black lace set underneath. 

It’s gotta be enough to play at the alt-rock vibe he’s still living in. You look good. Really good. 

But when you open the door he isn’t the only one who’s world gets rocked. Joel stands in front of you like he was plucked from your fantasy. Freshly showered, his damp curls just starting to dry in soft waves. A plaid button-down shirt, with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing off those strong, tan forearms. His dark jeans are markedly not as worn down as the last pair you saw him in, yet the effect on you is just as dastardly. 

It’s unfair, really, how good he looks. You’re left blinking as your mouth goes a little dry while you drink him in. Who’s idea was it to have a date? In public? Fuck. He shifts, a sly smile growing on his face as he rests his hip against the door jam. 

“Hi,” you mumble, still ogling him. 

“You look… real nice,” he says, voice so low and velvety it should be registered as a weapon. 

You know you had a smart-ass remark about the shirt on the tip of your tongue, but it’s gone. Gone… along with your morals. All you’ve got left is the intense, primal desire to do something inappropriate with his arms? Yes! Yes! Yes! The horny gremlins like your idea despite having no logistics or master plan. 

They seem to have no coherent plan of attack at all, to be honest. Bite! Lick! Suck! All you know is that you need him in your mouth until your jaw is sore. 

Joel huffs softly. Amused that you seem speechless. “Didn’t think flannel was all that special baby, you alright?” 

“It’s not the flannel,” you mutter under your breath, but you don't let him hear the rest of that thought: Arms! Arms! Arms! 

You grab your bag and follow him out to the truck, stealing glances at him as he walks ahead of you. You can’t help it. He’s so…solid. Sturdy. Sure of himself. Even when he’s out of his comfort zone. It’s doing something sinful to you. 

The inside of the truck smells faintly like a Black Ice air freshener, a Home Depot on a Sunday morning, and Armor All. The distinctly Joel aesthetic lives up to your imagination. It’s lived in. Comfortable. 

There’s the catchall cupholder of change, receipts, and literal nuts and bolts. The caseless CDs in the storage divider strapped to the sun visor—you recognize a couple like Seether and Three Days Grace. 

Before you can take in every detail though, you’re distracted by just the sight of him driving. It’s absurd, but why does he look this good just driving? Most people can manage to operate a vehicle, but most people don’t look as fuckable as Joel does, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on his thigh. Hand! Thigh! Neck! Fingers! 

You’re reduced to only being able to name anatomical features when you’re this close to him, apparently. Like an alien learning about a man for the first time. An extraterrestrial explorer propelled by the most curious desire to taste and touch every part of Joel—for research. 

You’re so caught up that it takes a while to register the song that’s playing. Of course, it’s more Nickelback. 

You're so much cooler

When you never pull it out

Cause you look so much cuter

With something in your mouth

It breaks the spell he has on you and you laugh, really laugh. Joel looks slightly horrified, having no idea what led to your outburst. When you’ve recovered enough, you let him in on it. 

“Nice first date song. You really know how to set the mood.” 

He rolls his eyes but doesn’t change the song, and you let yourself glance at him again as he drives. His profile glows in the evening sun, and you can’t help thinking how easy it would be to reach over and drag your hand down his chest, and make him pull over so you could climb into his lap. The thought has you pressing your thighs together, your pulse thrumming in your ears. At this rate you’re not going to make it through the night. 

…..

The brewery is trendy. Joel hopes it’s something you like. He tries to focus on the menu, but feels like his brain is short-circuiting. It’s not the overpriced burgers or the craft beers with descriptors that don’t sound like flavors. It’s the way you're leaning forward on your elbows, chin resting in your hand, smile tugging at your lips. 

The shirt is unfair. The way you’ve got it tied, hugging your body in ways that make his palms itch. Knowing you were touching yourself in the same shirt to the sound of his voice. He’s trying not to stare, trying to be polite, but it’s damn near impossible with you sitting across from him like that. 

“How about this one?” you say, pointing to an option on the menu. “Probably the closest thing to what you’ve got stocked in the shop fridge.” He’d wonder how you knew what he had in the fridge, but his eyes are glued to your finger pointing at the menu and it’s consuming all of his thoughts. 

You ramble on about a few other choices but he doesn’t hear the words. He’s still stuck on your hand. He swears he can still feel the ghost of your touch from the kitchen last week. Shit. His jeans are already feeling tighter than they should. 

He clears his throat, trying to pull it together. “I’ll trust you.”  

You smile wide at that. He’s so fucked. “You know a lot about fancy beer.” Yikes. “You got a favorite on here?” Get it together, he begs himself. 

“Nah, I don’t really like beer,” you say casually. You give him a shrug and point out a cider you’re thinking about trying. His stomach twists. 

“You don’t like beer,” he repeats. “But, you let me take you to a brewery?” His chest feels tight, and he shifts uncomfortably. 

“They have food, too.” you counter. 

“Right.” Why does he feel like he’s so out of his element? He’s been second-guessing everything about this date. He feels his gaze drifting as his eyes shift out of focus, his fingers toy with his bottom lip as he gets lost in his head. 

He knows he can get you worked up just as bad as him over the phone, knows he can make you sing for him with just his fingers, but this? He doesn’t know what you want from him now. Is the date some kind of test? He knows he’s overthinking all of it. 

“Hey.” Your voice brings him back, pulling him out of his thoughts. “I like that you planned something.” 

It seems genuine. The way you look at him with bright eyes and a smirk like you’ve got something to tease him about on the tip of your tongue. “Now ask me a boring first date question,” you instruct with a nod like you’re giving him some kind of permission. 

“What’s your favorite color?” 

You snort laughing at him. If you’re half as nervous as him you don’t show it. 

….

It works. Mostly. Your drinks arrive. The conversation flows more easily. He still gets tripped up here and there but doesn’t disappear on you again. He asks about your job, your family, about where you moved from, and you give him enough to keep things light but still playfully dodge some of his questions. 

Every time he gets flustered, you catch yourself smiling, a little surprised at how much you’re enjoying this. It’s the way he watches you like he’s trying to figure you out. The way he tries. He seems to relax a little and for a moment, you think he might settle into the evening. 

Then he reaches for his water, and it all goes sideways. The dangerously full glass wobbles, tilting just enough to spill halfway across the table. Joel jerks back, cursing dejectedly under his breath as he grabs a napkin to clean it up. 

You can’t help it. The words are out of your mouth before you can stop them. Just loud enough for him to hear. “Trying to get me wet already?” 

His eyes snap to yours. You grin, adding, “Don’t worry, been dripping for you since you showed up at my front door.” 

He makes a sound between a cough and a choke. Stunned. The faintest blush creeps up his neck, reaching all the way to his ears. For a second, he looks like he might say something, but all he manages to get out is a gruff, “Jesus.” 

You lean back in your chair, grinning triumphantly. You didn’t expect him to get so rattled by your comment. Not with how vulgar he’s been on the phone or when he had his hand between your legs. It’s an ego boost to know you’ve got the upper hand at first. 

“Relax,” you purr. 

Then you catch the way he discreetly tries to adjust himself under the table. Clearly unable to relieve the pressure. Knowing the effect you have on him is more intoxicating than the alcohol. An idea strikes you. You know exactly how to get him to relax. 

“Do you have cash?” you ask. 

“What? Yeah.” He looks at you confused. 

You nod like he proved a point by saying yes. That confuses him further, a deep line forming between his brows. 

“‘Course you do. That’s like, Dad 101 ‘carry cash in case of emergency’. 

You stand and grab your bag. “We’re not staying,” you say simply.

“What?” He frowns, sitting up straighter. 

You flash him a smile. “I’ve got a better idea. Come on. You said you trust me.”

“To choose a beer,” he grumbles, dropping enough cash for a generous tip on the table before letting you lead. He doesn’t argue as you walk back to the truck, just trying to catch up with your words. He opens the passenger door for you, his hand brushing yours briefly as you climb into the truck. It’s a small thing, but the innocence makes your pulse skip all the same. 

Once he’s in the driver’s seat, the tension between you shifts. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, but it’s charged. You glance at him, taking in the way his hands grip the steering wheel so tightly, the muscles in his forearms flexing as he shifts. 

The truck rumbles to life and another one of the horniest Nickelback songs plays—barely loud enough to recognize. 

I’m loving what you wanna wear

I wonder what’s up under there 

Wonder if I’ll ever have it under my tongue 

You bite back another laugh as the vocals float through the cab, perfectly at odds with the vibe of the place you just left. Joel shifts, mouth twitching like he knows how ridiculous it is. “You wanna tell me where we’re headed?” he asks, voice cutting through your thoughts. 

You tell him where to drive and settle back in your seat. Again your thoughts drift. Infatuated with his fingers curling and uncurling like he’s trying to distract himself. He hasn’t said much since you’ve left, but you can feel the tension radiating off him. Heavy and thick. 

You catch his gaze flicker to you for the third time in as many minutes. His eyes trail over the curve of your thighs where your skirt has ridden up. It’s subtle, but enough to make you feel bold. 

You smirk, pulling the visor down to check your reflection in the mirror. Fishing a lip gloss out from your bag, you swipe it over your lips, smoothing the edges with your fingertip. Joel doesn’t say anything, but you don’t miss the deep steadying breath that fills his lungs or the crack of his knuckles. 

Satisfied with your lips, you tug lightly at the t-shirt, adjusting the knot, shifting the fabric to lay how you like and slipping a hand beneath it to adjust your tits in your lacy bra. You hear Joel exhale sharply, a low, throaty sound that makes heat curl low in your stomach. 

“You okay?” you ask, glancing at him out of the corner of your eye. Your voice is softer now, more knowing, and when he doesn’t answer right away, you grin. “You seem tense.”

Joel mutters something under his breath. His jaw tightens. Finally, he glances at you, his eyes dark. “You keep doin’ that, and we’re gonna have a problem, baby.”

“Doing what?” you ask, your voice all innocence, though his threat gives you a prickly rush. 

Joel huffs a laugh, low and rough. “You know damn well.” His voice dips, a rasp of heat that whips down your spine. “The lips and the shirt, just messin’ with me like you want me to lose my fuckin’ mind.” 

Your grin widens as you meet his gaze. “And what if I do?”

“Jesus,” he mutters, his voice strained, his hand flexing against the wheel. “Trying to get me to crash into a ditch or something?” 

The tension between you is unbearable now, the air thick and buzzing. Joel’s jaw is clenched tightly. You unabashedly linger on the way his hips press forward slightly like he’s trying to relieve the ache between his legs. It shouldn’t drive you fucking wild with need, but you’re gripped mind, pussy, and soul. 

“Pull over,” you say suddenly, your tone steady.

Joel’s head snaps toward you, incredulous. 

“Pull over,” you repeat, your voice softer now, more insistent. “Please.”

He hesitates for only a second before caving, steering the truck onto the shoulder. The tires crunch against the gravel as he shifts into park, the engine idling low as he turns to look at you. His eyes are dark, his breathing uneven, and the sight of him—wrecked and barely holding it together—makes you rabid. 

“You’re gonna kill me,” his voice is rough and quiet. Infused with lust and awe. 

“Maybe,” you murmur, leaning closer. “But you’ll enjoy it.”

Joel groans softly, his hand flying to your thigh, the heat of his palm searing against your skin. “Torturing me,” he mutters, his voice a low growl. “Sitting there lookin’ like that, knowing damn well what you’re doin’ to me.”

“Yeah?” you ask, your breath hitching as his fingers slide higher. “What am I doing to you, Joel?”

He exhales sharply, his grip on your thigh tightening. Why are his hands that big? Like, how are you supposed to know what they feel like and ever leave his grasp? 

Your heart is pounding now, the heat in your veins making it hard to think straight. Joel’s voice drops lower, his hand sliding further up your thigh as he leans closer.

“Can’t stop thinkin’ about it,” he mutters, his lips ghosting over your jaw. “The way you’d taste, the way you’d sound, begging me to fuck you harder, deeper—”

“Joel,” you whisper, cutting him off. Your voice is shaky, your hands gripping his arm as you try to ground yourself. “Please.”

He groans again, the sound rough and desperate, and his hand moves higher, his fingers brushing the edge of your underwear. “Yeah, baby,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “That’s what I wanna hear.”

It makes you shudder. You feel him smile at your body's obvious responses, as his nose grazes your skin just below your ear. 

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect,” he murmurs into your neck. “Been thinkin’ about you all damn week. Every time I close my eyes, it’s you.”

His words hit like a match to dry kindling, and your breath stutters as his fingers trace the seam of your panties. 

“You know how hard it was to sit there at that table?” he mutters, his voice turning darker. “With you looking like this, wearing my clothes, teasin’ me.” 

“We didn’t even make it to the actual dinner part,” you giggle as you trail off. 

His fingers press more firmly, dragging slowly over the thin fabric, and you can’t stop the gasp that escapes your lips. Joel groans at the sound, his free hand gripping your thigh to hold you steady.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps, his voice thick with heat. “You’re already soaked. Bet I could make you come like this, right here, without even tryin’.”

Your hips shift instinctively, grinding against his hand as he works you with deliberate precision. The friction is maddening, just enough to keep you on edge, but not enough to send you over. Every filthy word he says in your ear has you burning up. 

“Jesus, you’re gonna sound so fuckin’ sweet for me,” he says, more to himself. “Can’t wait to bury my face between your legs, make you scream my name until your throat’s raw.”

“Joel,” you whisper, your voice shaky, your hand flying to his wrist as his fingers dip lower, brushing just beneath the edge of your panties. “Wait.”

He freezes instantly, his brow furrowing as he looks at you. “What’s wrong?”

You shake your head, your cheeks flushed, your body still trembling under his touch. “Not now,” you assert, your voice soft but steady. “Let me take care of you.”

Joel blinks, his pupils blown wide as your words sink in. His mouth parts to say something but the words disappear. You don’t let him argue. 

Sliding your hand down to his belt, you undo it hastily, fingers working open the button of his jeans before he can protest. It’s for him. You want to do this for him. Help him relax so you can enjoy the rest of your date. 

But, fuck, it’s also for you. You’ve been riding a high just from a shoddy dick pic and your muscle memory, but you’ve been patient long enough. You’ve got to see it in person and you need it in your mouth, asap. You deserve that much, right? 

You slide down the zipper and fuss with the waistband until you get what you wanted. His breath catches as you free his cock. It’s heavy and hard against your palm. Radiating heat and weeping for you. 

“Oh, fuck,” he starts, his voice breaking. 

You hum softly, pleased, leaning in to kiss him as your hand strokes him slowly, deliberately. Joel groans against your mouth, his hips jerking slightly into your hand. 

“You’ve been thinking about this,” you murmur against his lips. “All week.” 

“Yeah,” he rasps, voice raw with want. “Can’t stop thinking about you. How you’d feel, how you’d look, how you’d sound.” 

“Show me,” you whisper, lowering your head to taste for yourself. You like a hot stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling your tongue around the head. 

Joel’s breath stutters, his hand flying to the back of your head as he watches you. “You’re so fucking good, baby. Like a fucking dream.” 

You hollow your cheeks, tongue gliding along his length as you take him into the heat of your mouth. You have to use your hands to work the rest of him, still slowly and deliberately. Every sound he makes, every twitch against your tongue, every flex of his core, and tightening of his fingers, it all drives you wild. 

It has you moaning with need around him. Your cunt soaked and pulsing, begging for attention between your legs as you focus all on him. It’s just as much for you as it is for him. 

His head tips back against the seat, a rumbling grown spilling from his lips as his hips shift beneath you. 

“Shit.” he pants, voice cracking. “You’re gonna make come so fuckin’ hard. Bet you’d look so pretty with my come on your tongue.” 

The sheer filth of his words spurs you on, your movements quickening as you savor every groan, curse, and sharp inhale from him. “Fuck—just like that.” He encourages you, adding firm pressure to the back of your head as his hips jerk and he loses control. 

“You want it?” he asks desperately as you moan in affirmation. You’re voice is still vibrating through him as he starts to come, hot and heavy on your tongue. You don’t stop until his body goes slack beneath you, his chest heaving as you finally pull back. 

He looks wrecked, mouth hanging open, sweat on his brow. You give him a devilish smile before opening your mouth to show him. He stares at you, eyes dark and hazy, before cupping your jaw in his palm as you swallow. 

“Told you,” he huffs, “so fucking pretty with my come on your tongue.” A bright, satisfied smile spreads on your face at his praise. He pulls you in closer for a kiss. When you pull back a frown pulls at your mouth. 

“What’s wrong?” Joel asks hurriedly. 

“I didn’t get to see,” you muse. “Will you take a picture next time?” 

“Fuck,” he looks at you with awe and pride. “Yeah, baby, of course.” 

“Good,” you nod, readjusting and settling back into your seat. “You think you can relax a little now?” you ask, tone teasing.

Joel lets out a breathless laugh. He drags his hand down his face. “You’re unreal,” he mutters, voice still hoarse. The phrase makes you beam with pride. It’s the same remark he made over the phone last week…right before he said ‘got me shooting loads like a fucking teenager’.” 

The gratification just from seeing him this wrecked is like a drug. He’s every bit as enticing and addicting as you hoped and feared. You squeeze your thighs together once more and take a deep breath. Committed to the rest of your idea for saving your first date with the divorced DILF of your dreams. 

“Back on the road. We’ve got places to be.”

Joel blinks at you, still trying to catch his breath. “You’re serious?”

“Yep,” you smile lazily, tugging gently at his arm. “Drive.”

He shakes his head, muttering something under his breath about you being the death of him, but he shifts the truck into gear, his hand lingering on your thigh as he pulls back onto the road.

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[lewisvinga]

MY man | carlos sainz x fem! reader

summary; nobody knew that carlos was in a relationship until a rumor came about of him dating y/n’s best friend. so she decided enough was enough and finally revealed their relationship, with an extra announcement

fc; dolly zhang

warnings; ?

taglist; @namgification @louvrepool @locelscs @thehufflepuffavenger1

note; requested ! carlos last message should say days instead of hours lol, i forgot abt the timeline 😭😭

masterlist !

liked by yourusername, landonorris, and others !

carlossainz55: te quiero, mi vida ❤️ [i love you, my life] 6 years together and a lifetime of you by my side !

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yourusername: carlos🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

yourusername: i love you so much🩷 can’t wait to be mrs. sainz 🫶

carlossainz55: oh trust me, i’m already counting down the days !

username: OH WHAT

username: 6 YEARSSSS??

username: so he isn’t dating y/b/f and is engaged to someone else ??

yourbestfriend: yup! i just helped him pick out a couple of extra gifts for her 😁😁 he was nervous af😭

carlossainz55: my fiancée has very particular taste 😌

yourusername: thank you for my new cartier watch and lady dior to match my engagement ring 🥹🥹🤭🤭

username:she’s gorgeous waittt😍😍😍

username: carlos can u fight ??

username: tbh he looked rlly cute w the other girl ://

username: omg i thought i was the only one !

landonorris: happy for u guys or whatever but do u still have left over food?? y/n’s cooking is phenomenal

yourusername: unfortunately there is not, but i promise to cook for u next time i visit 🥹

carlossainz55: u don’t deserve her cooking.

charles_leclerc: congratulations, mate! about time 😂 liked by carlossainz55 !

alexandrasaintmleux: omg 🥹congratulations! sososo happy for you guys 🫶🫶

yourusername: get ready for bridesmaid dresses 🤭

carlossainz55: we already started wedding planning if u can’t tell ( we need help w flowers ) 😁😁😁😁😁

alexandrasaintmleux: oh of course i’ll help 😌

username: 55 girlies we lost 💔

username: they’re cute asf but he looked good w y/b/f too😭😭

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carlossainz55: vacations with my fiancée☀️☀️

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yourusername: always spoiling me 🥹 tq👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨 [ily]

carlossainz55: the best for my best girl , tq❤️

yourusername: that’s MY man btw. MY man. liked by carlossainz55 !

yourbestfriend: pls stop saying i look good w carlos guys he is gross and y/n punches me w every comment 🤕🤕🤕

carlossainz55: i’m not that bad cmon

yourusername: she just hates men ur so cool babe

username:omg she’s gorgeous

username: carlos won the lottery fr

username: the second picture i’m 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

username: she saw y’all’s comments and got jealous 😭😭she’s so me bc if i was dating carlos i’d make sure ppl know he’s my man

yourusername: exactly. MY fiancée

username: so true bestie

username: he got her not just a regular lady dior but a himalaya crocodile lady dior???😫😫😫😫

username: i’m so sick i love them sm already

maxverstappen1: when will u buy me a lady dior 😔😔😔

carlossainz55: you can buy yourself one

maxverstappen1: so can she !

carlossainz55: she’s my fiancée it’s different 🙄🙄🙄🙄

maxverstappen1: i was there first 😒😒

username: 😍😍😍

username: ferrari rlly has the best wags

username: my parents already, i love them 🥹

yourusername uploaded to their story !

[ caption 1; MY man🤭 ] [ caption 2; 🤍🤍 ]

[ventismacchiato]

O8.5 stuck with you — idols inferno !

scaramouche x gender neutral reader

YAE MIKO: Welcome cuties to "Idols Inferno," or I², where idols ignite sparks in a tropical paradise! Here’s a comprehensive guide on how our upcoming and hot dating show will unfold!

1. Island Oasis: Our contestants, members from two different idol groups, DELUSION AND WINDBLUME, will embark on a journey to a stunning island getaway. They'll leave behind the glamor of the stage to immerse themselves in the raw beauty of nature.

idols inferno island! doesn’t seem like much…

2. Living Arrangements: While they compete for hearts, our idols reside in a cozy dormitory area. Each contestant will be able to enjoy their own private rooms, but will be sharing a dorm building with all the other contestants. Don’t get too excited, these dorms are designed to be as uncomfortable as morally possible in order to motivate our idols to work harder for the rewards!

an adjustment from the life our idols are used to!

3. Survival and Romance: Here’s the twist! Our idols aren’t just here for love—they’re also here to survive. From beachside cookouts to forging alliances, they'll fend for themselves while navigating the highs and lows of island life. The kitchen will be replenished with ingredients every two days, but contestants will be expected to put together meals on their own everyday. A water well will be located a mile away from the kitchens, contestants will have to trek to fill up their containers everyday. 

4. Games and Challenges: Throughout the journey, our contestants engage in thrilling challenges designed to test their teamwork and chemistry. Picture competitive strength challenges like partner piggyback rides or hilarious two-legged races on the beach! Make sure to tune in because the weather is hot, which means less fabric to wear! ;)  

5. Confession Box and Matchmaking: After every activity, participants visit the confession box to anonymously choose another contestant they are interested in. Matched pairs have the chance to enjoy better food, upgraded accommodations, and even a night in a nearby five-star hotel instead of the usual shitty dorms!

note: example image does not depict show events

6. Contestant Dynamics: With a total of 13 contestants, including 3 mystery guests to be revealed at a later date, tensions and emotions run high as new arrivals shake up existing connections. 

oh whoever could these be?

7. Interviews and Real-Time Updates: The end of every episode features intimate interviews with one of the contestants, offering viewers insights into their thoughts and emotions. Episodes are recorded and edited the following day, ensuring they're posted by midnight for viewers to keep up with the drama and romance in real-time.

Amidst palm trees and pristine beaches, bonds deepen and sparks fly as our idols explore their connections. Will they find lasting love or simply a lifelong friendship?

In the end, hearts will be won and memories made as our idols return home, forever changed by their time on "Idols Inferno." Tune in to not miss a second!

stuck with you!

masterlist — prev | next

guys i drew/edited that map myself cus i wanted this to make sense pls tell me you like it i know it’s extra but 🤗

short mini chapter to explain the show i’ll explain anything else if i need to in later chapters xx

also pretty obvious if ur chronically online but can you guess who the mystery guests are? 😍

synopsis after the disaster that was the live award show, where you and scaramouche got into an argument on stage after both of your groups got a tie for top artists, your guys' PR teams have been in shambles trying to scrape up your mess. that's when the idea to send you both off with some other idols to a remote location for a survival dating show to mend your public image comes up. before you know it your bags are packed and you’re on a plane to a remote island. the only obligation is you need to end up with scaramouche at the end of the show, whether you end up liking him or not doesn’t matter to your managers as long as the show’s ratings stay high. whatever you do in between to get there is up to you!

notes — after this ad break we will get back into the story xx

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[ari-ana-bel-la]

I loved ur Charles!dad and teen daughter sm can u do one where he takes her to the paddock and she gets lost and helped around by the other drivers xx

Lost and found

The car ride to the circuit was filled with the soft hum of the engine and the distant buzz of the fans already gathering outside. Yn sat in the passenger seat, her phone in her hands, fingers scrolling through social media while her dad drove with practiced ease.

“Yn,” he called, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. “Stay close to me today, okay? It’s going to be really crowded. I don’t want anything to happen to you, and if something does, your mother will kill me.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Yn mumbled, not really paying attention as she double-tapped a picture.

“I mean it,” her dad pressed, his voice firm but warm. “Stay close. Promise me.”

“I promise,” she said absentmindedly, her eyes still fixed on her screen.

When they arrived at the paddock, the sheer volume of people was overwhelming. Fans, media, team members—all swarming through the narrow pathways, voices mixing together in a loud, chaotic symphony. The moment Yn stepped out of the car, the sound engulfed her.

She followed her dad as he walked toward the entrance, waving at a few familiar faces. He kept glancing back to make sure she was following, but Yn barely noticed. Her phone buzzed with messages from friends asking for pictures and updates, and she got distracted answering them.

A few steps later, when she finally lifted her head, the crowd seemed to have grown thicker. People pressed around her, conversations and laughter filling the air. Panic prickled at her chest as she realized her dad was nowhere in sight.

“Dad?” she called out, her voice swallowed by the noise.

No answer. Her heart started to race as she stood still, trying to catch a glimpse of his familiar figure in the sea of faces. Nothing. Everyone was taller than her, making it nearly impossible to see beyond the immediate bustle.

“Okay, stay calm,” she whispered to herself, gripping her phone tighter. “He can’t be far.”

“Yn?” a familiar voice called, cutting through her rising panic. She turned around to see her Uncle Carlos and Uncle Lando approaching, both wearing their team polos and matching concerned expressions.

“What are you doing here by yourself?” Lando asked, eyes scanning the crowd around them.

Relief washed over Yn like a wave, and she let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “I was with Dad, but I looked at my phone for, like, a second, and now he’s gone,” she admitted sheepishly.

Carlos chuckled softly. “A second, huh? You sound just like him.”

“Come on,” Lando said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. “We’ll help you find him before he has a heart attack.”

As they made their way through the paddock, Carlos and Lando kept her close, exchanging light banter to ease her nerves.

“So,” Lando teased, “how many selfies have you taken already today?”

Yn rolled her eyes. “I’m not that obsessed.”

Carlos grinned. “I bet your dad would disagree.”

They turned a corner and nearly bumped into Pierre, who was sipping a coffee and looking far too relaxed for the chaos around him.

“Why do you have a lost child?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“She lost her dad,” Carlos explained, biting back a smile.

“I did not lose him,” Yn protested. “He disappeared.”

Pierre chuckled, tipping his coffee cup toward her. “Sounds like you. Come on, I’ll join the rescue mission.”

With their little group now four strong, they continued toward the Ferrari garage. As they approached, the bright red of the garage felt like a beacon of hope. Just outside, Lewis was stepping inside, his calm demeanor as unwavering as always.

When he spotted Yn, his face softened into a warm smile. “There you are,” he said, opening his arms without hesitation.

Yn didn’t think twice before stepping into the comforting hug. “Hi, Lewis,” she mumbled against his chest.

“Let’s get you back to your dad before he loses his mind,” Lewis said gently, leading her inside while the others hung back with knowing grins.

The moment they entered the driver’s room, Yn saw her dad pacing back and forth, running a hand through his already messy hair. His head snapped up when the door opened, and his face went from stressed to relieved in a heartbeat.

“Dad!” Yn called, rushing into his arms.

He caught her, wrapping her tightly against him. Neither of them spoke for a long moment, just holding on as if they were afraid to let go.

“I was so worried,” he murmured into her hair, his voice slightly shaky. “You promised to stay close.”

“I know. I’m sorry,” Yn whispered. “But I’m okay now.”

They stayed like that, wrapped in each other’s embrace, until her dad finally exhaled a deep breath and leaned back to look at her. “We are never telling your mother about this,” he said firmly.

Yn laughed softly, nodding in agreement. “Never.”

Lewis, leaning against the wall with a fond smile, cleared his throat. “Glad we found her in time. Otherwise, I think we’d all be in trouble.”

“You have no idea,” her dad muttered, but his grip on Yn didn’t loosen one bit.

Yn felt safe in her dad’s arms, and even though the paddock was still loud and chaotic outside, everything felt right again in that small room filled with the people who cared about her the most.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoy this story as much as I do. My requests are always open for you.

-💙🦋

[blue-jisungs]

hiii could i request smth with han jisung simping over his s/o and the rest of skz making fun of him for it? btw i love ur work <3

simp(ly in love)

a/n. thank u sm, it means a lot to me!! sorry you had to wait for so long, hopefully you’ll like it!! :D

everyone was chilling in the garden at changbin’s parents’ house, the man himself frying the meat along with minho’s help. hyunjin and jeongin are playing a volleyball match against felix and chan. seungmin is mere moments from falling asleep next to han, who’s sipping on his iced tea.

it’s almost perfect. there’s just one thing missing.

you.

han let out yet another dramatic sigh, about 10th in the period of one hour time. seungmin grunted, still sadly awake.

“we know you miss y/n, get over it. it’s not like you broke up” he snarled, putting a pillow over his head.

right.

you’re away just on a trip with your friends. it’s just a three day trip to just another city. just without him and just to have some fun.

but god, he misses you so much. the house feels empty, there’s no sound of your sweet honey-alike laughter. your shoes and clothes are in one place, not messily thrown all around like always. when he comes home the silence greets him pathetically while his heart aches because of the lack of his welcome kiss. he’s basically sleepless, unable to rest without you next to him.

phone calls and video chats aren’t enough, han thinks he’ll explode and go berserk if he doesn’t hug you any time soon.

is this normal—?

“ta–da! the meat is done! i’ll go grab some kimchi from kitchen” changbin’s excited yelp makes han snap back into reality.

you’d love it here. you’d love the food, the vibe. he could picture you playing volleyball with the guys, whining that they’re cheating and eventually falling asleep between him and seungmin. only after helping to prepare the meal though…

“–han? oh my god. we lost him, guys” felix chuckled, sitting down. minho snapped his fingers in front of han’s face, a sheepish smile when he looked up at him confused.

“you’re such a… dramatic simp. she’s been away for only two days, dude. and! you’ve been talking like, non-stop. give her a rest” hyunjin chuckled, smiling boyishly. han murmured something incoherent about hyunjin being single and not knowing how it feels like when chan added:

“i never knew that side of you. well, maybe that explains why y/n always accompanied us on yours…”

changbin returned with kimchi and placed it down next to the still sizzling meat.

“he’d die” jeongin quickly summarised “you’re such a love-sick puppy”

“‘m not!” he whined and almost threw himself over the edge when his phone dinged with a message notification.

face lighting up, fingers swiping… only to see a text from minho. ‘lol’.

he glared up at him, causing all of them to burst out laughing.

“ha, ha. very funny. can’t a man just simply miss his gorgeous, beautiful and breathtaking girlfriend who he is madly i love with?” jisung frowned and his phone dinged again. this time it was you.

letting out a loud gasp he swiped just to see a cute picture of you. you were resting your chin in the palm of your hand, the other holding down a colourful drink. the sun shone prettily on the picture but your smile… your smile outshined it.

seungmin leaned forward to peek through his shoulder and smiled softly.

“my pretty y/nnie…” han cooed and saved the picture, fingers typing with the speed of light to tell you some compliments and yet again, to announce how much he missed you.

the others scoffed, starting to dig in the food. changbin’s mom arrived, holding a tray with iced teas for them.

han put his phone down, done for now. you said you’re having dinner too so he thought he won’t disturb you. letting out a deep sigh, he noticed changbin mom’s gaze on him.

“where’s that pretty girl of yours?” she asked suddenly, looking around “i thought she’s coming too?”

“well she’s on a trip with her friends…” han murmured, a pout forming in his lips.

“awh, it’s a shame. i was looking forward to see her again” changbin-mama shook her head.

“me too, mrs seo. me too” jisung sighed and plopped even more onto the couch, sprawling on it.

the woman giggled and patted his head before going back into the house to pack some kimchi for you.

[ masterlist <3 ]

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[sunrizef1]

Baby baby

Pairing: dad!kylian mbappe x leclerc!mom!reader

Warnings: none

Authors note: just did instagram posts in this one

Pt 2

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ynmbappe

liked by kylianmbappe charles_leclerc and 608,998 others

ynmbappe parents night out

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user1 they’re so adorable

user2 where’s the baby?

user3 ik having a single date without their kid hit different

user4 no baby leclerc?

charles_leclerc yes and I’m such a great babysitter, you’re welcome

ynmbappe thank you cha

charles_leclerc 🤗

user5 have they revealed the kids name yet?

user6 no they’ve just been calling him baby mbappe

user7 kylian genuinely looks crazy in the last picture

ynmbappe and that’s after I had to put a bunch of filters on it so he looked even less crazy

arthur_leclerc gross, keep it off the tl

ynmbappe get out of my comments

ynmbappe or your baby-sitting privileges are revoked

arthur_leclerc I take it back 🙏

user8 the future of Real Madrid right there

kylianmbappe mon fille ❤️

ynmbappe mon mari ❤️

user9 they’re so in love it’s so cute

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ynmbappe

liked by arthurleclerc leomessi and 783,008 others

ynmbappe j’adore paris 💙🤍❤️

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user10 i love them

user11 kylian with baby mbappe was so cute

user12 the outfit is giving

kylianmbappe je t’aime ❤️

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user13 I don’t even like psg but I’ll cheer for them just because of y/n

user14 never thought being a Ferrari fan would get me to cheer for psg but here we are

arthur_leclerc baby leclerc

ynmbappe baby mbappe

arthur_leclerc keep telling yourself that

ynmbappe that is my child

arthur_leclerc and?

user15 the baby nickname beef is genuinely so funny

charles_leclerc baby leclerc ❤️

ynmbappe oh my god not you too

user16 it’s so cute how kylian and the leclercs comment on all of her posts

user17 kylian hat-trick incoming

user18 when kylian walked out with baby mbappe ❤️❤️❤️

user19 baby mbappe 🥰

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ynmbappe

liked by kylianmbappe landonorris and 860,998 others

ynmbappe a much needed vacation

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user20 oh she’s so fine

user22 the superior leclerc sibling

lorenzotl where yo clothes at

ynmbappe leave

lorenzotl 🙏

user23 Lorenzo 😭

kylianmbappe ❤️❤️❤️

ynmbappe ❤️❤️❤️

user24 kylian with baby mbappe is adorable

user25 where’s the Charles comment

charles_leclerc vacation from what? Being a wag?

ynmbappe a vacation from your annoying ass

arthur_leclerc ooooooh she got you

ynmbappe ur also very annoying

arthur_leclerc ☹️

user26 ooh the girls are fighting in the comments

user27 where’d they go?

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ynmbappe

liked by paulpogba pierregasly and 605,008 others

ynmbappe viva la France

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user28 prepared for a Charles breakdown

charles_leclerc NO

charles_leclerc I spend so much time telling everyone we are not French and I did not waste all my breath just for you to turn around and embrace the French nationality

charles_leclerc I will not have this

charles_leclerc viva la MONACO***

charles_leclerc 🇲🇨🇲🇨🇲🇨

user29 Charles oh my god 😭

user30 she didn’t even say anything about being French 😭😭😭

arthur_leclerc yasss we love the French

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user31 Arthur 😭

user32 the difference between Arthur and Charles I’m screaming

lorenzotl you went to a national match and did not invite me?

ynmbappe don’t you have a job

lorenzotl 🤷‍♂️

user33 Lorenzo choosing not to engage in the nationality conversation

user34 where’s kylian

kylianmbappe mes filles francaise ❤️

charles_leclerc WRONG

ynmbappe leave my husband alone you loser

kylianmbappe it’s okay ange, at least I win things

charles_leclerc I don’t like you

kylianmbappe 🤗

user35 the Charles kylian beef is my favorite thing

user36 I love kylian antagonizing Charles

user37 no one’s talking about how pretty she is

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ynmbappe

liked by charles_leclerc kylianmbappe and 1,008,997 others

ynmbappe uncle Cha is coming for dadas job

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user38 prepared for more kylian Charles beef

user39 I just want to see a Charles vs kylian football match please

user40 Charles with baby mbappe 🥰

charles_leclerc “dada” what are you doing

ynmbappe that baby can’t talk yet tf do you want me to say

arthur_leclerc you just referred to your husband as “dada”

ynmbappe I obviously didn’t call him that myself you idiot

ynmbappe I was saying it as if I was talking to a literal baby

ynmbappe I’m pretty good at it since I get a lot of practice while trying to talk to you

arthur_leclerc woah now

user41 Charles immediately starting a fight because of the French post

user42 y/n’s responses 😭

user43 😍😍😍

kylianmbappe I might have some competition 😅

ynmbappe he can barely walk straight, trust me, you’re cool

charles_leclerc what the hell

ynmbappe don’t curse on my post, there’s children here

charles_leclerc you curse at me in your comments all the time???!!! The only child here is a baby who can’t even read btw

ynmbappe don’t talk about Arthur like that

arthur_leclerc again, what the hell

user44 the beef is insane in this comment section

kylianmbappe I guess he is not that bad

charles_leclerc thanks man

kylianmbappe👍

charles_leclerc still like your kid more than you

kylianmbappe 🤷‍♂️

kylianmbappe love you mon amour ❤️

ynmbappe love you too ky ❤️

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Tags: @casperlikej @evie-119

[hearts4chriss]

Tape that shit.

Boyfriend Chris x only fans girlfriend

prompt: you ask Chris if he wants to film some content w u and he obviously says yes

Part 6

warnings: sex tape ??, creampie,pet names ( baby, good boy, slut, ma, mama ), toys, 69, reverse cowgirl, overstimulation, sub!Chris, fat assed reader

I’m a cam girl, I do only fans.

I make my money

I met Chris beforehand tho and I took a break once we got together, I did tell him and boy was excited every time he’d get a “ding!” From my onlyfans he’d immediately go watch them and send me a video of him jerking off to my picture or video.

That’s when I got an idea

Why don’t I ask Chris, my man, to film some with me?

I’m sure he’d say yes.

Just the thought of him whimpering for me, and me moaning his name as we’re in 69, my ass grinding on his pretty as I suck his dick and he whimpers and eats my pussy. I’d place a vibrator on his tip teasing him as well, making him cum twice, already seeing him fucked out but I wouldn’t be done

reverse cowgirl, I know we’ve never tried this position surprisingly because I’m a freakk but first time for everything. Just picturing his face when my ass is riding his fat cock in his face he’d absolutely fucking loose his mind.

I can’t wait to see his pretty little face as I fuck him

so I quickly got off my bed and did my edges throwing on some lashes and some lip gloss before slipping on my matching pink lace panties and bra, the thong hugged my curves perfectly and my thigh tattoo shown off right in front of him and the small tattoo on my ass “Chris”

I quickly pull out my phone and send Chris a pic

my man💋💋

damn baby you look good as fuck what’s the occasion?

my girl🤍

wanna film some content with me :)

Chris’s pov

the second she sent that I immediately felt my dick press against my boxers and I groan. I’ve been waiting for her to ask me this. How could I say no?

my man💋💋

shittt I’m omw rn do not move.

my girl🤍

good boy :)

Good boy?? She’s only called me that once..she’s never been dominant towards me but maybe today’s the day and fuck I can’t wait.

***knock knock***

I hear him knock and finish setting up the cameras and lights in my bedroom making sure you could capture all angles. The cameras would start recording any moment now.

I walk downstairs making sure I look good and I then open the door.

“hey baby”. I say leaning on the doorway smirking a bit seeing Chris’s jaw drop the moment he saw me.

“let’s go- upstairs now- “he says trying to get me upstairs but I quickly stop him and he raises an eyebrow.

“oh ur gonna be submissive today baby, get ur ass on my bed.”I say pointing upstairs

“oh yes ma’am.” He says his lips curving into a small smirk and he goes upstairs seeing my set up.

“Ba- “I stop him by pushing him on my bed crawling over to him straddling my ass on his lap and he groans.

“Someone’s needy already, haven’t even touched you yet.” I chuckle my hands pressing onto his clothed dick and he clenched his fist in frustration.

“F-fuckk- “Chris moans begging for my attention and hands on him.

“hm I’m curious how long have you been waiting for me?” I mock him beginning to pull down his sweatpants seeing his boxers with a wet patch and Chris’s cheeks flush red.

“it’s okay baby just be a good boy and I’ll take care of you I promise”. I say softly and he nods eagerly

“P-please I’ll be so good mama”- he whines and whimpers desperate now.

I pull his boxers down and grip the base of his lengthy cock seeing pre cum oozing from the red tip.

“Such a pretty cock baby”. I kiss the tip and he whimpers and I smile taking of my thong straddling his chest.

“69?” Chris asks looking up at me before peering to all the cameras and gulping and I smirk

I nodded placing my pussy in his face and my hand grips the base of dick.

“Ready mama?” The desperate boy says holding my ass spreading it open to have more access for him.

“Yes baby whenever you are.” I say turning on the vibrator pressing it on the tip and he whimpers loudly.

“Mmph fuck-“ he groans before diving his tongue into my wetness making me moan out his name in curses as he sucks on my pussy harshly.

“O-oh fuck Chris! S-shit-“ i let my jaw drop steadily running the vibrator on the throbbing veins of his cock his hand grip my ass tightly with desperation licking between my folds.

Chris pulls my thighs closer to his head nuzzling his nose into my cunt dripping for him.

His cock twitched in my hand with anticipation needing to cum desperately as I gave his tip a few kisses making him squirm.

I pressed the vibrator more on his tip and I saw his toes curl and I smirked slapping Chris’s dick on my tongue and he moaned into my pussy as I moaned out his name

“Fuck-yes baby so good-“ I cried out his name while slapping his dick on my tongue with the vibrator running along his veins and he twitched in my hand

“s-shit ma I’m gonna cum!” Chris whimpers his hot breath enough to make me squirt all over his face as I stroked him faster allowing his warm load to shoot on my hand coating it.

“Fuck-“ he breathed out as I moved from his face and saw how wet he was, his face glistening in the light of my room with my cum but I wasn’t finished.

I turned off the vibrator throwing it to the side leaving a deep kiss on his lips and he moaned into it trying to pull me back.

“Baby-“!he whined and I chuckled.

“wanna try something new?” I asked giving him those eyes seeing his cock perk up along with his eyes.

“Sure Mama what is it.” Chris asked biting his lip slightly.

“wanna try reverse cowgirl?” I said running my fingers along his thigh winking at my camera.

“Oh fuck- yes I would-“ Chris mutters his dick twitched at the though of this position.

I smirk and move myself to face my ass towards him and I position myself on his cock sliding down easily feeling him stretch out my walls.

“F-fuckk chris- ur so big-“ I moan beginning to bounce a bit slowly at first his dick slickly sliding in and out of me easily.

“O-oh shit baby- ur s-so tight-“ Chris groans sitting back his hand caressing my hip watching me ride him.

fuck- I can't believe the internet is about to see how Good Chris and I fuck was all that ran through my mind. His cock sliding in and out of my slick walks and his whimpers from being overstimulated was enough to make nearly cum but fuck- it was hot.

I started twerking on his dick while I was riding him in Reverse cowgirl and hearing him moan "shit" from behind I knew was enjoying that.

“Fuck- ur so hot mama-“ he whimpers grabbing my ass and leaving a smack on my right making me whimper as he did the same feeling my ass move on his thighs watching it twerk right in front of him, Chris was a major ass guy so I knew this would send him over the edge.

“Yeah? you like when I twerk on ur cock baby?” I bite my lip turning around chris looked so fucked out seeing me like this on him.

“oh fuck- yes-fuck yes- “the boy moans desperately slapping my ass and I chuckle beginning to bounce on him again at a much faster pace, curses and moans leaving both of our mouths.

I rolled my hips a bit as he groaned deeply, his dick meeting my pelvis hearing him squirm was so damn hot.

“SHIT- oh fuckk- “!he whimpers gripping my ass tightly for sure leaving a few marks.

I felt Chris's cock twitch inside my walls as they closed in on him and he squirms rocking my ass harder begging for a release.

“fuck- be a good boy and cum for me- deep inside me baby.” I breath out heavily and chris moans loudly.

“F-fuck ma i'll be a good boy- Fuck! I promise.” Chris whines begging for a orgasm practically.

I bounced on him harder my ass slapping on his thighs.

“FUCK-“ Chris yells as he released his cum deep inside me.

“Hold on baby I gotta cum to.” I smirk before flipping myself back to face him and I gripped his shoulders steadying my body so I could ride him.

“Mmph- mama- s-so good-“ his whimpers fill my ears as my stomach feels hot and I start rubbing my swollen clit chasing my orgasm.

Chris's hands grip my ass helping bounce me on his dick and I cry out his name.

“S-shit baby- fuck im gonna cum!” I throw my head back his hand replaced mine and allowing me to squirt over his cock and lower stomach.

“Fuck baby-“ he groans as I slide off of him and stop my camera and turn off my lights.

“Shit- I need to film with you more often ma- fuck ur so good- “He lies back on the pillows and i smile.

“Oh I already have plans for what to do you next”. I smirk and he raises an eyebrow

“Whats that baby?” He chuckles sitting up and I lean over to his lips

"bondage".

taglist !!

@mattsleftnipple03  @bernardsleftbootycheek  @sturniolopowers @gdsvhtwa @rac00ns-are-c00l4  @alexoslurr @worldlxvlys@chrisslut25 @princessbetsy123-blog  @mattslolita@guccifrog  @blahbel668 @mattsneezing @trickywritters @hearts4chris

@nonamegirlxsturniolo @luvmxtt  @theyluv-meee @mattsnymphette @hoesformatt @luv4kozume @iiheartstef @kikisturnioloo @itzdarling @pepsiimaxx @babyddolly @junnniiieee07

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Ghost fics by other creators

Red= dark fic

Orange- fem reader

Green- g/n Reader

Purple- male reader

? - I’m not exactly sure

(I’ll keep adding DONT get mad bc there may be more than others..)

Goth reader - @v1x3n

Meeting Soap - @lovifie

Mermay - @pieckyghost (Johnny included)

Chain breakers - @bunnys-kisses

New recruit - @batfleshh

Tamed - @batfleshh

Lieutenant ghost - @ltash

Ink and needle - @gloomwitchwrites

Older boyfriend - @afatkidclub ?

Simon and his cat - @xoxunhinged

Self aware Simon - @puff0o0

Childhood bsf - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries

Enemy’s? - @v1x3n ?

House of the rising sun - @vanderilnde ?

Late night visits - @batfleshh

Open the door to another door - @spicyspiders

Hours in silence - @sarahs-secrets2

Bury me beneath the basswood tree - @vanderilnde (Johnny included)

Ghost buster - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries

Through me- @peachesofteal

Bimbo Reader x Ghost - @tojisun

Poking - @ninothebirb

I’ve got u sunshine - @lostquinn

Gold rush- @midnightarcheress fem reader

Wedding headcannons - @azereus (gaz included)

Affection - @batfleshh

Bunny Reader x Ghost - @pieckyghost

Mermaids - @peachesofteal fem reader

Only dinner - @astroknottt

Dumb cat - @writingoddess1125

Queens guard - @danibee33 fem reader

You fall asleep on him - @witchthewriter (tf141 included)

Rigor mortis - @b33zlebubz fem reader

Bimbo Reader - @yawnderu

Pictures he sends you - @cntloup

Simon being a light sleeper- @ghvst-ing

He saves u from creeps - @cntloup

Times you made him cry - @rodolfoparras

Bigger - @batfleshh

It’s a match! - @going-to-ikea-for-the-fries (tf141 included)

Take it all - @vivwritescrappythings

Him being vulnerable - @midnightcrw

Ur angry - @rodolfoparras

Idk how to title this.. - @shuosen

Bunny Reader x Ghost - @pieckyghost

Barracks bunny - @fortheb0ys

Zombie ghost - @simp4konig

Ghost backstory - @waiting-so-long

Whipped Simon - @c3berus

Dividers by - @cafekitsune

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[77zrose]

hii im here to request 🤧🤧

first of all i love ur hcs and i just binge them whenever im bored! u write so well pls dont d word

and for my request,,,im both a onedoor and zerose so whichever from the two of them u choose to write for this, i will surely enjoy

so i really like those idol bf hcs with like "pulling another members' pc" "finding out u collect another members' pc" etc. but i havent really found anyone write abt like pc decor?? with the stickers or the colored glue thing (?) and charms etc like wouldnt that be idk interesting and cute like how would they react to reader possibly having pc holder decorating as a hobby and like who would be interested in doing it themselves.

for instance i think hanbin would find it fascinating like hes only seen fans show them to him but never the process of making it. and i think taesan would be so into it, if it was idol reader he would totally do it to their pcs that he pulled....

pls...🧎‍♂️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍➡️

ZB1 REACTING TO THEIR S/O DECORATING PC HOLDERS

genre : ot9, fluff “ 🧁 .*

김지웅 kim jiwoong

Jiwoong would first notice your growing collection of decorated PC holders while you were sitting cross-legged on the floor, surrounded by sticker sheets, glittery washi tape, and tiny charms. He’d tilt his head, watching as you carefully placed a holographic heart sticker over a PC sleeve.

He’d kneel beside you, picking up a finished one.

Jiwoong: “So, this is what you’ve been busy with lately?” He’d smirk, running his fingers over the neatly arranged stickers.

You nod enthusiastically, showing him another one.

You: “Look at this one! I added little stars because it matched the outfit in the photocard.”

Jiwoong would chuckle softly, his eyes filled with affection.

Jiwoong: “It actually looks really nice. You’re putting so much effort into these… Want me to help?”

If you let him, he’d try placing a sticker, but he’d hesitate.

Jiwoong: “Wait, this is permanent, right? I feel like I’ll ruin it.”

He’d ultimately enjoy just watching you work, occasionally passing you stickers and admiring your creativity.

성한빈 sung hanbin

Hanbin would love your hobby and support it to the fullest. He’d walk into the room to find you meticulously aligning a row of sparkly stickers, and his face would light up.

Hanbin: “Ohhh, what are you making this time?”

You’d show him a photocard holder decorated with tiny bear stickers and a ribbon charm.

You: “This one’s for my friend! She loves cute things.”

Hanbin would rest his chin on his hand, watching you with pure admiration.

Hanbin: “I swear, everything you make looks professional. Have you ever thought about selling these?”

If you said you just do it for fun, he’d insist on showing them off anyway. He might even send pictures of your work to his members.

장하오 zhanghao

Zhanghao would be so into your hobby. The moment he found out, he’d sit beside you with pure excitement, studying your collection like an art critic.

Zhanghao: “This is amazing. How do you even come up with these designs?”

You’d explain that you just match the vibes of the photocard with cute decorations, and he’d nod like he was learning a new skill.

Zhanghao: “I feel like I need a whole tutorial. Can you make one for me?”

You agree and start crafting a special holder just for him. When you show him the final result—a photocard of him with a soft pink heart charm attached—he’d burst into laughter.

Zhanghao: “This is adorable. I’m putting this in my bag forever.”

He’d end up collecting all the holders you made, treating them like limited-edition art pieces.

석매큐 seok matthew

Matthew would be so fascinated by your collection of stickers and charms. One day, he’d sit beside you and start picking through them, holding up different stickers to examine them.

Matthew: “You have, like, a whole store’s worth of stickers in here!”

You laugh and continue decorating, but Matthew suddenly gasps and holds up a sticker of a cartoon bunny.

Matthew: “Wait. Can I put this one? Please?”

He’d very carefully place the sticker on a PC holder, looking super proud of himself. When you compliment his choice, he’d grin.

Matthew: “I think I have a talent for this. We should make matching ones!”

By the end of the night, he’d be fully invested, asking for his own starter pack of stickers so you two could decorate together.

김태래 kim taerae

Taerae would be so soft about your hobby. He’d walk in and find you completely focused on decorating, and he wouldn’t disturb you—just silently watching with a gentle smile.

After a while, he’d quietly sit next to you and pick up a finished holder.

Taerae: “You put so much love into these. It’s really sweet.”

He’d be especially touched if you made one for him. If you gave him a photocard holder with his own picture inside, decorated with music notes and little stars, he’d melt on the spot.

Taerae: “You even matched it to my favorite colors? You’re seriously the best.”

He’d keep it safe forever and even show it off to his friends.

리키 ricky

Ricky would pretend to be indifferent at first, but deep down, he’d find your hobby incredibly cute. He’d walk in, see you surrounded by stickers, and smirk.

Ricky: “So this is what you do in your free time, huh?”

You’d pout and tell him it’s fun, and he’d chuckle before sitting beside you.

Ricky: “Okay, okay. Show me what you’ve got.”

When you hand him a PC holder with a photocard of him inside—decorated with sleek, stylish stickers that match his aesthetic—he’d raise an eyebrow.

Ricky: “Wow. You made me look even cooler than I already do.”

He’d secretly love it and attach it to his bag, but if you pointed it out, he’d just shrug.

Ricky: “What? It’s good work. You have good taste, after all.”

김규빈 kim gyuvin

Gyuvin would be so confused at first. He’d walk in, see you carefully placing stickers on a PC holder, and squint.

Gyuvin: “Wait… so you decorate these… just for fun?”

When you excitedly explain your process, he’d nod slowly, trying to understand.

Gyuvin: “I mean, it looks cool, but… what do you do with them after?”

When you tell him they’re just for collection or display, he’d laugh.

Gyuvin: “You’re such a perfectionist. But hey, if it makes you happy, I’m all for it.”

He’d still support you, even if he didn’t fully get it, and he’d definitely tease you about how many you’ve made.

박건욱 park gunwook

Gunwook would think your hobby is adorable and would be weirdly protective over your collection. He’d sit beside you and watch as you carefully placed stickers.

Gunwook: “Okay, but what if someone tries to take one of your PC holders? Do you just let them?”

You laugh and say they’re meant to be shared, but he shakes his head.

Gunwook: “No way. You put too much effort into these. If anyone takes them, they better treat them like treasure.”

If you ever made him one, he’d guard it with his life.

한유진 han yujin

Yujin would be so shy about it at first but would secretly find it adorable. He’d watch as you worked, occasionally asking small questions.

Yujin: “So… do you always match the stickers to the photocard?”

If you made him a holder, he’d get so flustered but would treasure it forever.

Yujin: “You really made this for me? …I’m keeping this forever.”

He’d ultimately enjoy just watching you work, occasionally passing you stickers and admiring your creativity.

[theyre-the-same-picture]

Can you find the same image for Raphael from Fire Emblem Three Houses? I saw you do one with Engage.

[cameronspecial]

aquarium date with the angel anthology?i live ur writing it makes me feel all warm and fuzzy like i have a crush

Let Me Touch The Stingray, Angel

Pairing: Frat!Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.7K

A/N: Thank you! It means so much to me that you love my writing and I'm so glad that it makes you feel warm and fuzzy because I know how good it feels when a fanfic does that to you!

Masterlist

Date nights happen at least once a month and they take turns on who gets to decide what they do. It’s Y/N’s turn to pick and she wants to go to the aquarium. Rafe would never admit this to her, but he thinks it’s rather childish. He is still going to pay for it and put on a smile though. He’ll buy any food or souvenir she’ll want. He’ll take any picture she wants. He would never do anything to make her feel bad, but he just doesn’t see himself truly enjoying looking at fish for hours. Y/N bounces on the tip of the toes and holds their tickets in her grip. She insisted on printing them out. She always prints date stuff out to keep them in a scrapbook. He takes in her excitement, smiling down at how cute she looks. “Do you think that there will be turtles? I really want to see a turtle. They are so cute,” she excites, looking up at him with big eyes. He kisses her cheek, “There must be a turtle in there somewhere, but if there isn’t, then I’ll buy us a ticket to anywhere they have turtles.” “You don’t have to do that, Rafe,” she says. He shakes his head, “But I want to.”

They get to the front of the line pretty quickly and go through the local aquatic life section pretty fast. Y/N wanted to get to the turtles. They go through the tanks that are a tunnel, standing on the carpets and taking in the scene. She taps on Rafe’s arm excitedly and points at somewhere in the tank, “Rafe, Rafe. Look! It’s a turtle. Take a picture of me with it.” Rafe follows her finger to see the green reptile. He quickly pulls out his phone and takes a video of Y/N as the sea creature passes. 

As they walk through the exhibit, Y/N notices that Rafe isn’t as excited about the animals as she is and she tries everything she can to get him to match her energy. They near the end of the aquarium and Y/N still hasn’t succeeded. The only thing left is the touch tank, which she isn’t sure she wants to go to because of how much bacteria is probably in the water. She is about to lead Rafe through this section when she notices the curiosity in his eyes. He wants to know what the stingrays feel like, but he doesn’t want to ask his girlfriend to stop. This day is about her. Her feet stand still for a second, causing him to bump into her. He looks down at her to see what’s wrong. “You want to touch the stingrays?” she asks. He nods his head like a child, “Please let me touch the stingray, Angel.” Her mouth turns into a grin. “Of course, Rafe.” He lets go of her hand and runs to the back of the line. Y/N slowly follows, snuggling under his arm as they wait in line. 

They get to the front of the line and Y/N can’t keep up with Rafe. He leans over the edge of the tank, reaching down to feel the skin of the animal. The flat creature comes close to Rafe and he finally gets to feel it. It’s a lot spongier than he thought. His hand jerks back in surprise and he lets out a deep chuckle. “You liked how that felt. Didn’t you?” she comments, taking his hand in hers so they can head to the gift shop. He looks at her in adoration, “Yes! It felt so cool. You have to feel it.” He spots the stingray coming back around and dives both their hands toward it. She feels the smooth texture, yipping when the pad of her fingers touches a hard part. She stumbles back into him and he wraps his arm around her. 

They leave the touch tank section, heading to the gift shop. When they leave the store, Rafe is carrying every stingray and turtle item he sees in the store. Let’s just say Ward Cameron will be very surprised once he sees his credit card statement for this month.

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia

[enjoythesilentworld]

Simon's Month - (Cat)Fish

day 19!! @youngroyals-events

Simon tries to convince a man on a dating app that, yes, that is his actual face in those pictures.

read below or on ao3 (T, 500)

You got a match! 

Wille liked your photo!

Wille sent a message!

_____________________

Wille: If you’re gonna use fake pictures you might as well make them believable…

Simon: im sorry what?

W: I’m just saying, it’s pretty obvious you’re a catfish. Those pictures are not real.

S: um yes they are? that's literally my face

W: Nice try! No one actually looks like that. Way too perfect.

S: is this some kind of weird pickup line because im not sure you’re executing it properly

W: No? What do you mean? Clearly those are photoshopped or something. Who has skin that smooth looking? Or eyes that beautiful shade of brown?

S: literally i do

W: Seriously, where did you find these? Did you edit them yourself?

S: did you get dropped on your head as a child or something

W: … I mean, probably. But that doesn’t matter here. I know an edit when I see one.

S: clearly you dont because that is my face thank you for the compliment, i guess???

W: You’re welcome for complimenting your editing skills. But I still don’t believe you.

S: ok now im convinced this is some weird plot toget me to send like nudes or something

W: Oh my gosh, no! I’m not even on here for that! I’m too much of a romantic for hook-ups. We’d have to go on at least a few dates first.  And I would only ever ask if I knew you wanted to.  To send pictures.  Naked ones. And only you felt safe doing so. But I think in person is better anyway.

S: okay…

W: Sorry if that was weird. I keep staring at the pictures and they’re making it hard for my brain to work.

S: hard huh?

W: Ha. Ha.

S: i guess that’s kinda sweet i’m not much into hook-ups either

W: Oh. That's cool. But, seriously, where did you find these pictures?

S: i remind you. that is me im starting to question your sanity Wille

W: Sure, Simon. You just walk around like that all day and somehow you’re still single and on a dating app. Sure, very believable, *catfish*! 

S: omfg i do have pet fish but im not a catfish you're one to talk no ones hair is that color also there is no way u have a perfect little freckle on ur top lip or do you put that there with makeup

W: What?? Me?? No, it’s not makeup! I am just Swedish! I get freckles in the sun!

S: suuuure

W: Don’t turn this around on me, Simon.  Except, wait, do you really have pet fish?

S: yes, i do

W: Can I see them? 

S: [Image attached]

W: Beautiful!  What are their names? 

S: idk if i can trust you with their names you think i’m a liar

W: :( Simon

S: :( Wille

W:

You can trust me.  It’s justified, I think, that I don’t believe you.

S: [Image attached] literally me [Image attached] me with fish for proof i cant believe your awful rizz is working on me … Wille? here i’ll write out a little note for you so you know its actually me [Image attached]

W: ‘.,;-=p./ ?um I-m her e SOrry I was.. You are real? 

S: lol i am real

W: When are you free?

S: huh?

W: I would like to take you on a date, Simon To apologize for calling you a catfish But also because you are funny and pretty, and I need to see you in person just to be totally sure that you’re actually real. 

S: hm i guess i’d be okay with that i wanna know what that freckle on your lip tastes like

W: asdnasfwaogjfan

S: their names are oski, olle, and felle, btw are you free tonight?

[seongclb]

— enhypen reaction to you being from another culture !

bf!enha x gn!reader, fluff, established relationship au, no warnings!

req. by anon

n. i’m so excited for this! hope u guys like it even though it’s a lot shorter than intended

♫ nothing compares by the weeknd

𖠗 이희승 | lee heeseung.

he would genuinely be so interested

before u guys dated he definitely used it as an opportunity to ask you things

and flirt

a lot.

“omg no way! i’ll keep an eye out for this celebration just for you”

lots of winks and those adorable smiles

rizzseung for a reason guys !!

now that you guys are together though

def celebrates with you and learns at any chance he can get

“tell me more!” he’s so eager bc he loves u and everything about you

ur family love him for sure

𖠗 박종성 | park jongseong.

not only does he love learning about your culture

but he loves trying out the dishes

especially cooking them

instead of online recipes though, he’ll go straight to your family

that way he knows just how you like them and are used to them too

it’s his secret love language like he genuinely bonds with you over it

on days where you’re just homesick especially or just not having a great day and all u want is a homemade recipe

he’ll cook it for you so you come home to something warm and homely

“i know this isn’t the same as how your family would make it but i hope you like it, my love”

𖠗 심재윤 | sim jaeyun.

similar to heeseung, he’d use it for flirting with you beforehand

and probably in the relationship too

like if u celebrate something

he’ll be like “let’s match”

would get on so well with ur grandma

so well that she’s teaching him words in your language

she says she would adopt him if you guys weren’t going to get married

he loves learning about it so much

says things like “when we’re old and married, we’ll go to where you’re from and just eat all the amazing food! and meet your family back there too!”

and ur just there like :(

cos he’s so cute and excited whenever something big happens

𖠗 박성훈 | park sunghoon.

is so fascinated by it again

one thing he would love to do is go shopping for cultural clothes

when he gets the hang of the nice styles, he starts picking things for you

and of course, himself!

loves colour coordinating and taking pictures

then hypes you up, “yeahh my baby is so pretty and hot like what nobody else could ever”

so nervous at first around your family but after he researches a ton for how their culture is, he gets more comfortable and they just welcome him as if it’s their new son

asks you to always like explain anything new he hears and then he’s like

“wow that’s so cool, can’t wait to teach our kids one day”

blush time.

𖠗 김선우 | kim sunoo.

his fave thing is to try snacks and foods with you

“y/n i saw this new food on tiktok and it’s from your culture! do you know it? let’s get it tomorrow”

maybe tries learning how to cook it

even though he loves food (like me) he also loves learning like

anything literally

wants to know everything from bottom to top

buys books about your culture just show to you how much he appreciates it and loves it

doesn’t act like it’s a big thing bc he feels like you’d feel weird if he was putting so much on your culture

but when the opportunity arises, he’s the first to know things even you dont

one thing ab sunoo is that he’s gonna excel in anything!!!

𖠗 양정원 | yang jungwon.

another fascinated one

again like sunoo, would read books to understand it and search the web

wants to go to visit your home country multiple times when you guys travel the world together

he’ll jump at any opportunity to go with you for anything related to your culture too

the more practise the merrier

he just wants to do as much as he can with it since one day he wants to do the same with his kids

wont tell you though

he just admires it so much

u guys compare superstitions and stuff

interesting, long conversations about what it was like to grow up in each of your cultures <33

𖠗 西村力 | nishimura riki

always found it one of the most special things about you

you just were different in a good way

he liked that you were a new thing to him, one that he could learn about and grow to settle in himself

and that’s exactly what he did

when learning about it, it’s as if it became apart of him too

like, oh y/n does this bc it’s part of their culture

and suddenly next time, he’s doing it bc it’s part of his culture too

and when you ask him why he does that

he’ll just say something like, “i wanna get used to the stuff you do so we can do them together and it’s not like weird or anything”

hes so pure and kind-hearted i love him

[ad0rechuu]

ᝰ MY OH MY. ━━ (026) balloon flowers

WORD COUNT. 1157

WARNINGS. mentions of food, balloons, flowers, balloon flowers and yeonjun! can be considered suggestive if u really squint and move ur bang to read it again because of their position but there are no implications and it’s mostly just sweet and loving

credits to @ari-shipping-stuff for being my beta reader / writer <33

AS SOON AS SUNWOO RUSHED TO OPEN THE DOOR, IT HIT HIM.

It was Berry. His new song was currently blasting through the speakers of your phone at the highest volume as you stood in front of his door with arms full of snacks and flowers.

“It was you!”

“Yes! Now please let me in, I’m gonna tumble over.”

His mouth made an 'o' shape and he quickly moved out of the way, letting you in his apartment.

After closing the door, he followed behind you as you effortlessly navigated the way to his living room. A slight reddish hue made its way onto his cheeks, finally taking in the situation. He cleared his throat and took stock of the items you lightly dropped on the table.

“So were the balloons also you?” He asked softly.

You reached behind you and nodded, holding the familiar purple flowers up to his face. “I left them tied to your car though, because I couldn’t carry them all. But I felt like they would match nicely with these.”

Taken aback, Sunwoo cautiously took the flowers before it hit him.

“They’re Balloon flowers?!” He exclaimed.

You chuckled at his reaction and nodded. The memory of the lady carrying those flowers complimenting your relationship played back in both of your minds.

“In my defense, I didn’t hear you knock over the music.” Sunwoo sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. He hugged the flowers a little bit tighter with his free hand.

You shrugged, looking around the room. “I’m here now, aren’t I?”

He excitedly nodded his head at that and stepped closer.

“Yes, you are. You’re here. With me.” He softly agreed. “Thank you.”

Now it was your turn to get flustered, a weird feeling took over your insides and made you feel all… giddy at the proximity of his beautiful face and the sound of his sweet words. Playing with your fingers, you tried your hardest not to get distracted with thoughts of your dear friend.

“Do you, uh.. have a vase?” You asked, pointing at the bouquet in his grasp. “They were too expensive to just let die.”

Sunwoo laughed. He couldn’t argue with that. He motioned for you to follow him to the compact kitchen, nagging about your offensive distrust in his ability to have a plant as he looked trough the cabinets for the said vase.

You unwrapped the flowers from the paper around them, smiling in relief as you saw that they were already cut.

“What about this?” After some clanging behind you, he finally stood back up. You turned towards him to see him holding up a glass pitcher.

You quickly turned, stifling your laughter at his amusing— but admittedly, creative— idea.

“That’ll have to work.”

Rearranging the flowers with the help of a Youtube video resulted in a surprisingly messy kitchen counter, but a nice pitcher of purple flowers. And afterward, some more arguing about where Sunwoo should keep them. Eventually, you two found a fitting place in his bedroom.

You watched as Sunwoo took a picture of your gift, speaking up.

“If you kill them within a week, I’ll kill you next.” You announced.

“You’re so scary.. You should be nice to me!” He fake-shivered at your words, putting his phone in his pocket while following you out of his bedroom. “I’m literally a genius, you know.”

Scoffing, you turned around, pushing his chest, making him lose his balance and fall on the bed.

Seeing him fall brought a satisfied smirk on your face. Unfortunately, it only lasted a second as you didn’t expect him to clutch onto your shirt and pull you on top of him in the process.

You tried to get up, but he was fast in wrapping his arms around your waist, your knees folding next to his sides, basically making you straddle him. Feeling his grip tighten and his head aiming to cuddle into your shoulder, you immediately knew what he was thinking.

He still said it though.

“Let’s stay like this for a while, okay?” He asked. Instead of replying, you wrapped his arms around his neck as your answer. He felt you relax on top of him, one of his arms slowly starting to caress your back in silent affection.

“I missed you.” Sunwoo admitted first, not once halting his movements.

You rose a little, just enough for you to face him the best you could, a warm smile that knocked the air out of Sunwoo’s lungs spread over your face.

“I missed you too.” You said before returning to your previous position. “I’ve been thinking a lot.”

As you spoke, you played with the hair on his nape, while he rubbed circles now on the bare flesh underneath your shirt.

The feeling, as well as the action, was something you would easily be able to lose yourself in, making it dangerous. Yet you didn’t want it to stop.

Sunwoo felt his eyelids growing heavy at the sheer comfort your presence and warmth brought.

“Hmm. About what?”

“I’m gonna break up with Yeonjun.” You could barely get the sentence out as his eyes snapped open and his hand stopped moving.

His voice came out as a confused whisper. “What?”

“Yeah, I think the plan isn’t working out as we thought. And it's not worth spending any more time on. I want to move on. I don’t care about hurting him anymore.”

Sunwoo’s hands left your body as he sat up a little, leaning on his elbows. He looked at you with an unreadable expression.

“You don’t want to hurt him back anymore...?”

“No.” You shook your head, copying his actions and also sitting up, innocently resting your hands on his toned stomach.

Both of you stared into each other's eyes as silence engulfed the room around you. It wasn’t awkward or confrontational. Both of you were too deep in thought for any of that.

Despite his calm outer appearance, his heartbeat quickened and his mind went a thousand miles per minute. Sunwoo couldn’t get himself to stop gazing up at your features. Your adorable, pretty, sexy, perfect, familiar features. He couldn’t help that his temperature rose at the fact that all of that beauty wasn’t for him. The possibility of you putting a stop to all of this because Chaewon and your friends were right and you might have fallen for your unworthy boyfriend again dawned on him harder than ever before.

Little did he know that you were fighting your own battles inside your busy head. Something had been growing in your heart for Sunwoo. You had an inkling of a suspicion, but seeing his dark brown eyes stare into your own like this confirmed for you that maybe you have been looking in the wrong direction all this time.

A single peek at his lips was enough. Whatever was growing was ready to bloom (even if Sunwoo was worrying about the wrong flower blossoming).

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