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qatarsprint2023 · 3 days ago

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Third time's the charm— Noel Gallagher

Being proposed to during a weekend getaway from work and responsibilities.

1.8k words dilf!NG x mum!reader cw: none? 20 year age gap, maybe

a/n: based on this request. this took way too long omg, but I like it ngl. also school's starting again in a week </3, which means i'll probably be a lot busier soon

When the clock above the door finally hit 9pm and the little red light on your microphone blinked off, you slid your headphones off your ears and leaned back in your chair.

A slow exhale fell from your lips, the kind that only came after three hours of live radio. The Friday evening slot on Radio X had become your thing— a familiar rhythm of curated Britpop and Rock, the occasional interview with an artist, the smooth and confident voice you'd adapted over the past 10 years tying it all together.

The low thump of a knock on the glass made you look up at your producer, smiling and holding up a thumbs-up. "Great one tonight," he called out from the other side. "Want me to cue up the Monday playlist draft already?"

"Yeah, go for it," you replied as you stood and started gathering your notes. Mentally you were already somewhere else, though— on the planned weekend ahead, or more precisely on Noel.

Four years ago, you never would've dared to imagine that you'd be dating Noel fucking Gallagher, but life, you'd learned, was full of surprises.

In your 20s you'd married the boy you fell in love with at uni, one that had admired your ambition but in the end hadn't known how to live alongside it. He wasn’t a bad man, no, he was amazing, actually. Out of four years of marriage that simply ended in falling out of love with one another, had come the most amazing girl on earth. Ruby was nine now and the perfect mix of the two of you.

When you met Noel for the first time it had been a rainy Tuesday and you'd had quite the stressful day already. Breakfast troubles at home, drop-off at Ruby's school and a packed tube. Thankfully he was only scheduled for a normal interview to promote his latest solo project and it was nothing special.

You hadn't expected him to be so... present, though. Not after the image the Gallagher brothers had worked up over the years. His wit was sharp, his grin boyish despite his age, and for someone who carried the weight of a legendary band and a turbulent public life, there was an odd kind of lightness about him.

You bantered effortlessly on-air about music, politics, and why he thought Yorkshire tea was the best there was (a ridiculous claim, by the way). Off-air, he lingered, asked about your weekend and how you came to do your job.

Everything started innocently— an invitation to grab coffe after the show, if you had time, a quick text exchange that turned into something regular over the next few weeks. You'd just come out of your divorce and were trying to adjust to being a new single mom while working like before and surprisingly Noel didn't make anything more complicated.

His life had been, well... turbulent, if you could say it like that. You'd only watched from a distance like the rest of the world. The drug-fueled Oasis days, the public feuds, three kids out of two failed marriages among the string of romantic misadventures...

All of this meant the beginning of your relationship was slow. You were cautious and rightly so. Introducing Ruby to a man you were dating, especially such a famous one, was a massive decision. Noel understood, though. In fact, he didn't push. That alone had won him points.

When he and Ruby finally did meet six months into your relationship, it was in the most ordinary way imaginable: Sunday lunch at your flat.

Ruby gad greeted him like she would anyone new: quiet, curious and reserved, even though Noel was obviously trying to be his best self. By the end of dessert however, the two of them were already chatting about one of your daughter's favourite books, Ruby talking animatedly about the unicorns featured.

Blending your lives was no easy feat. Noel had his own history—two teen sons that lived with his ex-wife Sara, a grown daughter from his first marriage... And you, fiercely protective of your peace, weren't interested in being another woman added to the list. And you certainly were not going to drag Ruby into something that wouldn't work out.

But Noel chipped away at your doubts a little more each day. He was consistent, older now and wiser in ways that mattered. Sobriety and therapy had changed him. The fame was obviously still there, but it wasn't the focus of his life anymore.

And the kids... they made everything hard and worth it all at once.

Ruby liked Noel, she'd taken to him after just a few visits. She was a fan of his dry humor and that he would talk about her interests like they interested him too. His sons had been more guarded— especially the younger of the two boys, Sonny, who was only 10 at the time. Anaïs was more welcoming, she was no longer a kid and had her own life to manage, but seemed excited for her dad.

You respected all of them too much to rush anything.

This spring was one of the first times you were pretty sure this could work out, that everyone had accepted this as the new normal. It was a surprisingly warm evening and all the kids were there, all under one roof. Even Anaïs had made time to come over when her dad got the grill out of the garage.

By the end of the night all of them were laughing together and you caught Noel watching them with a strange softness in his eyes during a very competitive game of Uno at the kitchen table after dinner.

"What is it?" you'd asked him later, lying in bed together with your head on his chest as his hand gently stroked your hair. "I can hear you thinking."

"It's nothing," he'd replied and smiled down at you. "Just... I think we got through to them."

Then he'd kissed your temple and whispered a soft 'I love you' before slowly falling asleep with you in his arms.

Two weeks later he suggested this weekend getaway. "Just us, no kids, no radio."

And that was how you ended up in the Lake District this first week of June, in a restored stone cottage with ivy climbing up the walls and the kind of silence you just needed sometimes when you lived in London all year.

The moment you arrived, you knew something was off. Noel kept fiddling with his phone and walking out and back in, pretending to 'scout some wine for dinner' down in the lobby.

"You alright?" you finally asked Saturday night as the two of you were curled up on the balcony sofa under a shared blanket, watching the sky darken.

"Yeah," he replied too fast, then quickly placed his head against your shoulder. "I'm really lucky, y'know? To have you.."

A smile spread over your face at his words and you shifted a little to give him a kiss of his cheek, not noticing how he reached into his pocket and pulled out a little black box which he kept tightly clasped in his hand.

"You think you could get us some more wine, love?" Noel asked then, clearing his throat a bit.

"Yeah, 'course," you sighed softly, heaving yourself off the outdoor furniture. "Be right back."

But when you did, you found him on one knee, face illuminated in a soft golden glow from the fairy lights strung around the balcony. You almost dropped the bottle.

"What are you-"

Noel looked up at you with a nervous half-smile that you'd never seen on him before. Not in all the time you'd known him. He was always the one with a quick quip, a line ready, cool as anything. But now, he looked almost… scared.

"I never thought I'd do this again," he began, fingers curled around the box, "and honestly, I didn't think I’d want to. But then you showed up, all brilliant and sharp and no-nonsense, making me feel like a bloody teenager again."

You laughed, softly, but your eyes were misting.

He opened the box, and inside was a simple engagement. The diamond wasn't massive, nothing flashy. Just gold, with an oval cut diamond set in on top. It was simple and elegant. Classic. Exactly your style, and clearly chosen with so much care.

"You and Ruby— I asked for her blessing before this, don't worry— you’re not just a part of my life now. You are my life. You’ve taught me what steady feels like. What real feels like. I don’t want chaos anymore. I want this. I want you."He paused then, just for a moment, eyes never leaving yours. "So… will you marry me?"

You looked at him, really looked, and the rest of the world fell away. There were deeper lines around his eyes now, more grays in his hair than when you'd first met him, but he’d never looked more like home.

Then you set the wine down on the ground carefully, dropped to your knees in front of him, and pulled him into a hug that stole the breath from his lungs.

"Yes," you whispered into his neck. "God, yes."

He laughed then— a deep, genuine, relieved laugh that you felt in your chest. He slipped the ring onto your finger, a perfect fit, and wrapped his arms around your body in a tight hug as well.

Neither of you said anything for a while after that. You sat there on the balcony, tangled up under the sky, the fairy lights casting a warm halo around everything.

"You really asked Ruby?" you finally breathed out, untangling yourself from Noel's arms and looking at the glittering ring on your ring finger.

"Course I did," he replied, his voice soft but proud, brushing a loose strand of hair away from your face. "Wasn't gonna do this without talking to her first. She's your world. Figured if I wanted to be part of it properly, I had to go through the boss."

You laughed then, a real belly-deep laugh, and Noel grinned. "She took it better than I thought, to be fair," he continued. "Bit serious at first, but when I said I was gonna do my best to make her mum happy, she was really excited."

You rested your head on his shoulder again, letting the weight of the moment settle over you as tears welled up in your eyes once more. "Did you ask your kids as well?"

"'Course I did."

You laughed and smiled and the world felt paused for a moment, quiet and golden. Everything—your job, the city, the schedules and the school drop-offs—felt far away and you let yourself believe that this new life with him was going to stick.

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the-original-skipps · 3 months ago

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|| Abs! Abs! Abs! || Honkai Star Rail Reactions II

anaxa and his lightcome came home so imma drop this and scurry away i know some people are gonna come at me like sunday and anaxa don't got abs theyre lean yeah well stomach, abs whatever man lol

When you ask them for an ab pic.

: Aventurine. Sunday. Phainon. Mydei. Anaxa.

cw: suggestiveness. established relationship. gn!reader. possible oocness. half naked men. art used does not belong to me but credited to it's rightful owner.

❥ Aventurine can feel his smirk growing as he reads your text. You're way too predictable. He's heard about this fad trending nowadays on social media along with a bicep pic? He's not surprised you jumped on the trend too. The blonde is a definite tease so he'll have his fun teasing you by saying maybe or asking you for a picture back. You were on the verge of giving up until he suddenly sent the picture.

Aventurine is very casual about the whole thing. He knows he has a good magnificent body and he knows how to take a good picture. He takes some pictures, checking them for a moment to find the right one before pressing send. What he's looking forward to now is seeing how you'd react to it. Oh, he can't wait to tease you more.

The picture he sends is of him sitting on some lavish sofa. His signature turquoise dress shirt unbuttoned all the way showcasing his abs. A wine glass in one hand while the other angles his phone down so that his abs are fully captured on screen.

"Mhmm I don't know, what do I get in return for sending you such a picture?"

❥ Sunday tilts his head in confusion. Ab pic? A picture of his abdominal muscles? The request came out of nowhere and it surprises and confuses him. What could you use such a picture for? He sighs, shaking his head. There's no use mulling over its purpose. A small smile graces his face. He could never deny you, no matter how strange your requests may be.

Sunday spends quite a while a few hours on taking the perfect picture. It's not his fault he keeps finding faults in every single picture he has taken. He needs it to be perfect for you! Until he realizes how long you've been waiting for the picture. After what seemed to be forever, he finally settles on a picture he's satisfied with. He hesitates on sending it until he wills himself to just do it. His feathers could fall off with how nervous he is for your reply.

It's a picture of him reluctantly/shyly holding his dress shirt up. His eyes looking away while his wings cover half of his face in embarrassment. If you look closely his cheeks are dusted pink.

"Abs pic? I'm not sure what that is but if it will delight you...I'll do my best to fulfill your wish, my love."

❥ Phainon smiles in glee at your request. His invisible tail is wagging as he reads your text multiple times. With each read his invisible tail wagging harder. Ask and you shall receive, of course!

Phainon doesn't waste any time, he's already pulling out his phone to open his camera app. Then quickly discards his shirt - carelessly tossing it aside. He doesn't think much about the pose or what angle the picture should be taken. He claims he just knows how the picture should be taken - it's all in the feeling. He aims the camera so that his abs are in frame and spams the capture button. After a while, he does change poses. Despite how carefree he looks he's actually taking this very seriously. He needs to send the most perfect picture to you.

He doesn't just send one but he sends all the pictures he has taken. The more the better or so he claims. Your phone is ringing non stop from notifications because he sent around 24 pictures. They're all in different poses, angles and expressions. One is zoomed in on his abs while the other shows his entire very toned body. Wait, is that a rose in between his lips?

"Are you sure you're happy with just these? I can send you thirty more...!"

❥ Mydei raises his eyebrow in confusion but it is quickly replaced with a smirk on his face. So, you want a picture of his abs. Very well, he supposes he can make that happen. Only you would dare ask such a thing from the Prince of Castrum Kremnos. He finds your boldness both amusing and attractive at the same time.

Mydei doesn't waste any time. He pulls out his phone, snapping a picture before immediately sending it back to you. The golden lion knows he doesn't need to worry if the picture is good or not. He knows it's good no matter what angle it's taken from. You'll definitely be pleased, he knows it. Though, a mere image made up of pixels would never be able to beat the real thing. He thinks about asking you to come over or maybe he can go to you. The picture is great don't get him wrong but he wants you to see how much better it is in person.

He only sends one picture but it gets the message across. His abs are magnificent as if the gods themselves had sculpted them. He doesn't wear a shirt so he doesn't need to teasingly lift it up. No, he shows it in all its glory. He sits on a throne-like chair, his chin resting in his hand while the other holds the phone.

"Why want a picture when you can come see the real thing."

❥ Anaxa has to resist the urge to scoff when he sees your text pop up. Another one of these nonsensical trends he assumes. He quickly dismisses the thought, deeming it a waste of his time and effort to do - setting his phone aside in favor of grading test papers.

After a while, he finds himself thinking back to your text. He's supposed to be finished grading these test papers by now but all he can think about is your disappointed expression. He nearly slams his pen down on the table before letting out a defeated sigh. Dammit, the things you make him do for you.

Anaxa finds himself irritated at having to do such a thing. He tries taking different pictures but none of them are satisfactory enough for him. He's not very good at this. He knows he shouldn't be wasting so much time and effort for a simple picture but the thought of your lackluster reaction makes his stomach twist uncomfortably. He takes a few more before finally settling on a picture. Angle? Good. Lighting? Good. Overall, not bad. He clicks the send button. Now he has distracted himself enough to not think about your response.

The picture is relatively simple. It's a picture of Anaxa sitting in his office but it's angled so that you can only see his lower half. His gloved hand lifting up his shirt revealing his abs. Might as well frame it because he might not do this for you again. He will.

"By the law of equivalent exchange, it's only fair that you send me one back too."

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gabseyoo · 9 months ago

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DON'T WASTE THE NIGHT — SAKUSA KIYOOMI

content: college/university!au, halloween setting, female reader, virgin!kiyoomi, popular!reader, virginity loss, mutual pining, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, pretty vanilla but cute, mean girls references, kiyoomi might be a little occ, he’s shy :(, atsumu being atsumu. word count: 8,0k.

notes: yes i’m late to halloween but i don’t care :) it’s being so long since i posted a one shot and i had this idea for maybe a year, two (?), and i finally had the inspiration to write everythiiing. i’m happy with the result, i hope you like it too <3

Halloween parties were not Kiyoomi's thing. Rather, no party at all. He didn't like the crowds, the drunks, or the excessive noise. But thanks to his group of friends (which he doesn't even remember how he ended up being a part of), staying away from parties was almost impossible, so it was already a common thing for him to be dragged to one every weekend where he would be counting the minutes to leave and drive all his drunk friends home.

But, that was not the case tonight.

Surprisingly, it was the first time Kiyoomi didn't want to leave a party, and that was thanks to a certain someone who had shown up at the Miya's Halloween party.

"Just go talk to her."

Kiyoomi almost jumped in surprise at the sudden appearance of his personal headache, also known as Atsumu.

"Who?" He asked, playing dumb because he knew perfectly well who the blond was referring to, and mentally slapped himself for not being more discreet.

Atsumu snorted, "Y/n. You're staring at her like a creep." He said, pointing his head in your direction across the room, where you were talking enthusiastically with your friend, dressed in a pink tracksuit. "I don't blame you. She's pretty."

Sakusa kept silent, trying to suppress his need to agree out loud, because of course you were pretty. More than pretty.

"You like her, don't you?"

Kiyoomi sighed heavily, obviously uncomfortable with the question. It was obvious he liked you. Very much. But he didn't trust Atsumu to be able to not make a big deal out of the fact that Sakusa liked someone, so he decided to answer his question with a dry: "No."

"Liar." The blond replied. "It's pretty obvious that you like her."

"I don't like her." He insisted, though he already knew it would be in vain, it wasn't for nothing he called Atsumu his headache.

"So you hate her and you're staring at her 'cause you're planning her murder?"

Jesuschrist.

"I'll be planning your murder if you don't shut up."

Atsumu pursed his lips and Kiyoomi thanked god in his head. But the fake threat seemed to work only for a limited time, because the twin spoke again seconds later, making him roll his eyes.

"Don't you even think she's pretty?"

He let out a sigh in frustration, but agreed with the question because, c’mon, it will be a very blatant lie to deny the obvious, "She is." He admitted, "But I don't like her."

"You do like her, there can't be any other reason why you were looking at her like that."

Kiyoomi rolled his eyes, is there a way to shut this guy down?

"Like what?"

"Like you like her."

"If I say so, will you shut the fuck up?" He blurted, resigned.

"I knew it!" Atsumu exclaimed victoriously, and Kiyoomi just let out a sigh, cringing when the twin tapped him a little too hard on the shoulder as if he was congratulating him. "Wow. So Omi likes someone, huh, who knew."

"Don't make a big deal out of it."

"Omi, liking someone isn't a bad thing." He said in a more earnest manner, perhaps trying to show that he was actually serious and not joking about his friend’s situation.

Kiyoomi closed his eyes for a moment and sighed before replying, "I know it's not."

"Then why don't you go and talk to her? She's in your class, isn't she? It wouldn't be weird. Maybe she likes you back."

The twin had a point. Sakusa sat behind you for two hours straight five days a week during a very boring class. While you might not call yourselves the best of friends, you could say you got along well— you would usually turn around to ask him if he understood the subject so he could explain it to you, borrow a pen or offer him a gum. Occasionally you would randomly show him your phone with something you thought was funny and there were even times when you would ask his opinion on which item to buy or which selfie to post, you would often have small conversations and even followed each other on Instagram. And, as a bonus, lately you had started walking together to the classroom exit at the end of class where you would say goodbye with a 'see you tomorrow'.

But you liking him back? He didn't think he was that lucky.

Because, yes, maybe you weren't a stranger to Kiyoomi and he wasn't a stranger to you either, but contrary to what many believed, Sakusa Kiyoomi didn't have much experience with women, not even with having a crush on someone. The idea of talking to you outside the classroom made him nervous. You were too pretty and too charming and too popular and too hot and... out of his league.

There were times when he wondered if it was possible for you to like him? Okay, call him arrogant, but he knew he was nowhere near ugly, that was a point in his favor. But one point that was not in his favor was the fact that, yes, maybe he was good-looking, but the university was full of good-looking guys, who unlike him, were more... outgoing. Guys who smiled more and didn't have a grumpy attitude like he did, who weren't known for being rude, and who probably wouldn't think twice about asking for your number or inviting you on a date. And, honestly, he felt like one more in the very long list of men who have a crush on you.

"It's just..." He started, but the words were lost in his throat.

"Just what?"

"She doesn't see me that way. Just leave it at that, okay?" He finished his sentence, taking a sip from the bottle of water he'd been carrying since he arrived.

Atsumu folded his arms, glancing in your direction for a moment before making that smile that never meant anything good, "You know what? I have an idea."

Kiyoomi panicked. "Miya, what are you gonna do?"

"You'll thank me later."

And just like that, Atsumu pushed himself off the wall he was leaning against and before Sakusa could stop him, he started walking in your direction.

No. No. No. No. Kiyoomi's heart was going to escape from his chest. Fuck. He knew it was a bad idea to be honest with Atsumu. A. Fucking. Bad. Idea.

He watched frozen from his spot in the corner of the room the moment the blond approached you, greeting you and your friend casually before saying who knows what that made you look at him with confusion for a moment as you exchanged more words, but after something that left the blond's mouth, your face lit up with a smile. The interaction seemed to be going well, until the twin pointed— really fucking pointed—over his shoulder, and then, you connected your eyes with Kiyoomi’s for a moment.

His feet began to move automatically.

Towards the exit.

He was so embarrassed. What did Atsumu say to you? What did you think? Fuck. He didn't even want to know. He was out of here, he'd move his seat to the other end of the classroom, or better yet, he'd never set foot in that class again, who cares if he had to repeat it next semester, that was better than looking you in the face after this.

"Where do you think you're goin'?"

Sakusa was halfway to his car when he heard the twin's voice call out to him.

"Home."

Atsumu trotted up in front of him. "Come on. Don't be like that, listen-"

"You fucking embarrassed me." He spat, pulling his keys out of his jacket roughly.

"I didn't. I just did you a favor." Atsumu replied, crossing his arms proudly, which only raised Kiyoomi's anger levels.

Don't punch him. Don't punch him. Don't punch him.

"Fuck you, don't talk to me ever again."

"C'mon Kiyoomi, trust me. You think I'm capable of making a fool of you?" The twin asked with confidence in his voice. Kiyoomi simply looked at him, his silence explaining his answer, which caused Atsumu's smile to disappear. "Ouch." The twin brought a hand to his chest dramatically and Kiyoomi rolled his eyes before pressing a button on the control, removing the lock and alarm.

He was barely about to open the car door when Atsumu spoke again. This time in a more serious tone, "Omi, I'm your friend. Just trust me. I would never do anything to hurt you."

Kiyoomi would never admit that those words made him feel a little bad about his attitude.

Without removing his hand from the door handle, he blurted out the question that was consuming him and that he needed an answer to.

"What did you tell her?"

For some reason, he expected Atsumu to answer with honesty, but he wasn't surprised when instead, the twin simply replied, "A wingman never reveals his secrets."

"Oh, fuck off." He mused, opening his car door just a few centimeters before the other man's hand closed it.

"Look, just go inside and talk to her. I swear I saw it in her face that she’s interested, of course, until you ran away like a chicken. I hope she's not offended and you've lost the opportunity of a lifetime."

Only a sentence of Atsumu's words caught his attention.

"What do you mean with 'she looked interested'?" He asked, his voice betraying him by not sounding as disinterested as he wanted it to.

Atsumu smirked. "It seems like she does see you that way."

You do?

The mere possibility of that being true, of you seeing him that way, was what prompted him to let out a last sigh and set the car alarm again before locking his keys in his hoodie. Although he wouldn't say this out loud and was still unhappy with Atsumu's actions, the twin was right in saying that this could be his chance. Maybe he should stop feeling self-conscious and just go for it.

"If you're lying, you forget I exist."

"Deal." Atsumu said, stretching out his hand, waiting for him to take it, but the black-haired simply brushed past him, to which the twin simply huffed in resignation before following his friend.

Kiyoomi's feet felt heavier with every step he took back to the twins' house, he was going to do it. He was actually going to do it. He was going to talk to you outside the classroom, after whatever Atsumu had told you, which opened the door to many possibilities. One, was that you liked him; the other, was that you didn't and that you only saw him as a friend, he longed too much for the first option but he wouldn't be dissatisfied with the second, it all depended on how things turned out when he walked through the door in front of him.

Kiyoomi inhaled and exhaled, filling himself with courage before placing his hand on the doorknob.

But that burst of bravery he was able to fill himself with was interrupted by the twin, who stopped him with a grip on the wrist.

"Don't touch m-" He didn't finish his sentence since Atsumu put something cold in the palm of his hand.

"Here." Atsumu whispered and Kiyoomi looked at the object, frowned in confusion when he realized it was a key. "It's the key to the guest room. Use it wisely."

Use it wisely? What did that mean?

"Why would I want to-" Kiyoomi started, but the twin interrupted him, raising a finger to silence him.

"Shh. Thank me when you're at the altar and I'm your best man. Let's go inside."

And just like that, Atsumu grabbed his arm to pull him inside the house.

Bruno Mars' voice was blaring from the speakers in the living room, people were singing at the top of their lungs, drinking and dancing, evidently having a good time. Sometimes Kiyoomi wondered how the twins knew so many people, there were so many guests that they had to push their way through the crowd to get to where you were still standing by the kitchen area, looking spectacular as ever as you talked to your friend.

As if you sensed his presence, you turned your face and your eyes met, causing Kiyoomi's heart to skip a beat. Damn, was this a good idea?

"Here he is." Atsumu announced their arrival excitedly. "The Kiyoomi I was telling you about. Does he look familiar?"

Sakusa almost rolled his eyes, but the chuckle you let out at Atsumu's humor stopped him, "Yes, I think I know him." You replied, your eyes still fixed on the tall black-haired man in front of you.

"Perfect!" He exclaimed, clasping his hands together enthusiastically. "Then, since there's no need for introductions, I'll leave you two alone." The twin said, patting him on the back before turning and leaving.

"Yeah, me too." Your friend said, throwing you a mischievous look and copying Atsumu's action, losing herself in the crowd.

Now that you were alone (if it could be considered "alone" in a room full of people), he wondered where the direct Kiyoomi was when he needed him. Say something, say something, say something, say something. He mentally shouted to himself, but he was so intimidated by your presence and the cute way you were looking at him that no words could formulate in his mouth.

"Uh—, hi." He said after a few awkward seconds of silence, trying to play it cool by leaning against the kitchen island.

"Hi." You replied with a smile and looked up at him, as if waiting for him to say something else, but at Kiyoomi's lack of response, you continued, "How are you?"

So fucking nervous, he wanted to say, but instead, a 'fine and you?' left his mouth.

"Me too." You said, and he noticed how you bit your lip lightly, as if you were thinking of what to say before speaking again: "Um… did you do the homework for Monday?"

"Yes, and you?"

"Yup."

Fuck. This was pathetic. He was pathetic. If he were someone else, someone like Atsumu perhaps, he might have already charmed you with words, made you laugh and you would be having a more enjoyable conversation.

After a sigh, you spoke again. "Are you drinking?"

"Yes." He said, raising his water bottle and feeling stupid a second later, obviously by that question you meant was he consuming alcohol. "Something like that. And you?"

"Something like that" You repeated his words, raising a glass goblet showing what appeared to be a cocktail. "It’s strawberry juice, goes with my costume, and I'm also driving tonight, so I can't drink too much."

"That's very responsible of you."

That's very responsible of you?!

Couldn't he think of something more stupid to say? Probably not.

But if you thought his answer was stupid, you didn't give it away, since you giggled before saying, "I think it is."

In an attempt to divert attention from his very stupid comment, he took advantage of the information you gave him about the drink to salvage this interaction. "So— why the drink goes with the costume?"

"You don't know who I am?" You asked, raising your arms to better show off your costume. It was very 2000s style. A pink tracksuit, a white blouse under it, also a necklace.

"Uh— Paris Hilton?" He guessed, inwardly hoping he was right.

You giggled again. "Almost. I'm Regina George's mom." You said, giving him a bump with your shoulder against his arm. And, amazingly, Kiyoomi for the first time did not find an unexpected physical contact upsetting. "What do you think? I didn't know who to dress up as and this was last minute."

"You look…" Divine. "Good."

"Thank you." As soon as your words were out of your mouth, he noticed how you stared at his outfit, squinting your eyes and making a tender gesture with your mouth that he had learned you did when you thought of something. "Come to think of it, you pretty much look like Damien in that hoodie. You should just add some sunglasses." You added after a few seconds, pointing to the blue fabric covering his body.

Kiyoomi frowned. Damien? Who the fuck was Damien and why he looked like him?

“Who?” He asked.

“Damien? The guy who shows up in the middle of the gym scene? With the blue hoodie and glasses? You haven't seen Mean Girls?”

The tone in which you said it made him regret having refused his cousin’s offer to see that damn movie a few months ago.

"No, I've only heard of it." He admitted with a shrug.

Surprisingly, you smiled at his response, "It's a classic. We should see it sometime."

We should. A half smile appeared on his face at the word we. "Yes, we should."

"Um, do you wanna go watch the beer pong game?"

—

Two hours later, Kiyoomi found himself having what was perhaps the longest conversation with a girl of his life, and the one he had enjoyed the most.

After awkwardly breaking the ice and watching Atsumu lose (two times in a row) in beer pong, you moved to the living room, where you luckily found space on the couch where you had been sitting since then.

Kiyoomi leaned back against the couch, his elbow resting on the armrest as he listened intently to you recount an embarrassing childhood memory that had him chuckling softly. The sight was rare, and his friends’ curious stares only made it rarer, he knew they were probably losing their minds right now, but he tried to ignore them, though, focusing instead on the way your eyes lit up when you spoke. You were magnetic in a way he hadn’t expected, and the realization only deepened the smile tugging at his lips. God, how much he regretted not having the self-confidence to talk to you in this way much earlier.

“Okay, your turn.” You said, nudging his knee lightly with yours.

“My turn?”

“To tell me something embarrassing. Come on, don’t hold out on me now.” You teased, leaning just a fraction closer.

Kiyoomi let out a low groan, feigning reluctance. “Fine. But you owe me for this.”

As he started to recount a story about an unfortunate middle school haircut incident, his voice grew more animated, his laughter trying to break through every now and then, and for a moment, it felt like the rest of the room melted away.

The conversation flowed naturally, but there was an underlying tension, an awareness that neither of you could ignore. When he finished his story, you both fell into a comfortable silence, your knees still brushing against each other.

“Is it me or the twins keep staring at us?” You asked out of the blue, pointing with your head to a spot behind Kiyoomi, who didn't even want to bother turning around—because most likely no, it wasn't you—but still did, finding both twins pretending to look away before going their separate ways, Atsumu bumping into someone in the attempt.

He sighed deeply, his lips pressing into a line. “Ignore them. They’re just… nosy.”

You raised an eyebrow, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Nosy about what?”

His face turned a faint shade of red, and he leaned back, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. Kiyoomi didn't want to, but he would tell you the truth. “Probably that I'm talking to a girl.”

You chuckled, maybe finding his bashfulness endearing. “Do you not talk to girls often or something?”

“No.” He said, pretending that the admission didn't make him feel a little embarrassed.

“And is there any special reason why I'm the lucky one?”

Kiyoomi hesitated, his gaze flickering to yours before dropping to where your knees touched. His mind raced for an answer, but nothing felt sufficient—not for what he was feeling, not for why you had captivated him so completely.

“You're… different.” He finally said, his voice quieter than before.

“Different how?” You asked, your tone teasing but your eyes soft with curiosity.

He let out a breath, his hand brushing against his neck again, “You're easy to talk to. Genuine. And you're…” He stopped himself, shaking his head with a self-conscious laugh.

“I'm what?” You prompted, leaning in slightly, your voice coaxing.

“You're just… you. And I like that.”

Your playful expression softened into something warmer, and the space between you felt even smaller. “That's probably the nicest thing anyone’s ever said to me, Kiyoomi.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

The silence that followed wasn't awkward—it was charged, alive with a tension neither of you could deny anymore. His hand, resting between you on the couch, shifted slightly, his fingers brushing yours. The touch was brief, almost hesitant, but it was enough to make you glance up at him.

In that moment, something unspoken passed between you—an understanding, a shared want that neither of you could ignore any longer.

Kiyoomi leaned in slowly, his movements deliberate, as if savoring every second leading up to the moment his lips met yours. When they did, the kiss was soft, tentative at first, but it quickly deepened as the world around you faded into the background. He wasn't an experienced kisser, he hadn't done it enough times in his life to consider himself one, but he let instinct guide him, following your rhythm. It was slow and even sweet, he could taste the flavor of your gloss. Strawberry. Maybe the same one he always saw you applying in the middle of class and now decided it was his new favorite flavor.

Kiyoomi doesn't know at what point the kiss became a little more intense. He could feel you pressing into him as you pulled one of your legs up onto his lap. He was so immersed in the kiss that he even forgot where he was, in the middle of a party, on an old couch surrounded by strangers and friends.

This same realization also seems to have reached you, because at that very moment you broke the kiss. And even though only seconds had passed, he already missed the feeling of your lips against his.

“Well—” You said, your voice light but still a little shaky. “I think your friends will definitely have something to talk about now.”

Kiyoomi chuckled softly, his thumb grazing over your knuckles. “Let them.”

You looked into his eyes and smiled at him, you looked very pretty with your slightly swollen lips and bright eyes. At that moment, Kiyoomi wondered if this was real or some dream, he was almost certain that his eyes betrayed how madly smitten he was by you.

“Kiyoomi,” You said, your voice breaking him out of his thoughts.

He tilted his head slightly, the corner of his mouth twitching in curiosity. “Yeah?”

Your next words, simple yet charged, left him momentarily stunned.

“Can we go somewhere else?”

—

When Atsumu gave him the key to the guest room, he never thought he would actually use it. But here he was, with a very excited you at his side waiting for him to open the door. He really hoped you wouldn't ask why he had that key, because he knew he didn't want to lie to you as he also knew he didn't want to give you the explanation.

After he opened the door, he stepped aside to let you in first before passing behind you. And something that caught him off guard was, when he barely closed the door behind him, you were quick to lock it before you put your hands on his cheeks to kiss him again. This time hungrier, more passionate.

You were a good kisser, too good. And that only made Sakusa more nervous than he already was, he knew what you wanted, he knew where this was headed. And even though he wanted it too, the reality is that he had no idea what the fuck to do.

His body was tensing up, overthinking the situation. He was not experienced in this area, not at all.

Still, he tried to keep up with you, walking backwards as you kissed him until he fell into a sitting position on the bed.

In a matter of seconds, Kiyoomi watched as you took off your pink sweater, staying only in your tank top which didn't cover you for long, since you took it off immediately, leaving a very nice white bra in sight.

It would be a lie to say that Kiyoomi was not hard. Because he was. Perhaps much harder than he had ever been in his life.

“I really wanted to do this.” You said, and without even giving Kiyoomi time to process what you just confessed, you kissed him again, took both of his hands and brought them to your breasts as you straddled his lap.

Kiyoomi almost choked when he felt your soft breasts under his palms, but instead of doing something with his hands, he stayed still, afraid to make a move you might not like.

He was frustrated with himself. He literally had the girl of his dreams all over him, kissing him, letting him touch her after admitting that she wanted to do this and he just did nothing.

Just relax, he told himself. Let yourself go.

But his body seemed to betray him again the moment your hands went to his pants with the intention of unbuttoning them, because the first reaction he had was to stop you while from his mouth escaped a “Wait.”

“What happened?” You asked, your brow furrowed, obviously confused by his sudden reaction.

C'mon, Kiyoomi, just tell her. She's an angel, she will understand.

“I don't know how to say this.” He mumbled, almost to himself. Still, he took a deep breath, encouraging himself to speak. “I, uh- I don't-” He tried to explain himself, but before he could complete the sentence, you interrupted him.

“You don't want to do this, do you?” You spoke softly, Kiyoomi looked up, meeting your face which had an expression full of disappointment.

His stomach turned over, no, no, no, no. You had misunderstood. “Y/n, that wasn't what—”

You quickly got up from his lap and bent down to pick up your shirt, “It's okay, I just-” Your voice broke as tears escaped your eyes and Kiyoomi felt like he wanted to kill himself at that moment, “I just want you to know that I'm not usually like this, but, when Atsumu told me that you liked me I thought that— I'm sorry, this is embarrassing.” The words rushed out of your mouth as you put your clothes back on.

Kiyoomi would ignore (for now) that Atsumu really told you that he liked you literally only minutes after he admitted it, he would kill him later, now his main priority was you and clearing up this mess as soon as possible.

“Hey, wait.” He said, holding you by the wrist to keep you from turning around and leaving. “I'm sorry. This is a misunderstanding, just, listen to me for a minute.”

You looked at him silently before turning to face him again.

He took a deep breath before continuing, “I like you, too much. I've been for a long time. And believe me when I tell you I really want to do it.” He admitted, and before you could say anything, he continued, “It's just that, I’m really fucking nervous. I— I've never done this.” His last words came out in a lower tone due to nerves and perhaps some embarrassment. But there was no turning back now.

You looked at him for a few seconds, blinking at him before asking, “Done... what?”

“This.”

“Oh. Are you a…” You said, leaving the last word up in the air, but he mentally finished it for you, knowing full well what you were going to say.

A virgin.

“Yes.” He confirmed it.

You were silent, and although it was somewhat dark, Kiyoomi could tell the shock on your face. He understood. If he were you, he might have been surprised too, since it's a fact that not many people expect.

Kiyoomi was silent as well, silently mourning for himself. Thinking that maybe he ruined everything and a part of him was afraid that you would make fun of him. But the truth is that he was more worried if you left, how would he look at your face after that? He wouldn't be able to. It looked like he would have to take back the plan to leave that class and move to another country, which was a shame, because everything was going so well.

His thoughts were interrupted when out of nowhere you let out a chuckle.

“I'm kind of dramatic, don't you think?”

What?

“I rushed to think that the reason you were a little tense and decided to stop was because you didn't like me, I never imagined that it was because you were… nervous. I'm really sorry, Kiyoomi.”

“Hey, It's okay, don't apologize. ” He said before taking both of your hands in his, “I should do it for not saying it from the beginning.”

“I didn't even give you the time to do it, I rushed too much, I should have taken it slower. But, I was excited, I mean, I just found out that the guy I like, likes me too.”

Okay, this is the second time you've admitted that you liked Kiyoomi. And wow, it felt fantastic to hear it, it felt so good and surreal at the same time that after all, it seemed that his feelings were indeed reciprocal.

“I think I ruined the mood.” You said in a chuckle, making Kiyoomi frown. “It's okay if you want to stop.”

He didn't want to stop, in fact, he felt quite the opposite. He wanted to do it, with you and only you. So he didn't think much of it when he asked, “Do you?”

“Huh?”

“Do you want to stop?”

He watched you bite your lip lightly before responding in the most adorable voice ever, “No.”

“Me neither.”

You looked at each other for a few more seconds before you wrapped your arms around his neck to bring your lips together again. The kiss was slower, and for some reason it felt much more intimate.

Kiyoomi returned his hands to your waist, now feeling more comfortable enough to caress you with his thumbs before slowly moving down your hips to your thighs, you seemed to understand what he wanted, because you automatically straddled his lap again.

After the awkward moment you just spent, his erection had softened, but when he felt your center against his crotch, combined with the kiss becoming more passionate, his dick soon got hard again. You felt it, of course you felt it. That must have been why you began to move slowly over him, brushing your sex against his, which caused Kiyoomi to moan against your mouth.

Kiyoomi by this point felt more comfortable, perhaps more confident, so he dared to run his hands up your sides until he reached the hem of your blouse.

“Can I take it off?” He asked after breaking the kiss, and you looked so cute when you let out a giggle and nodded before raising your arms as Kiyoomi pulled up the fabric.

Your bra came back into view, but not for long, as you brought your hands behind your back to unfasten it to let it fall to the side—Kiyoomi thanked mentally for this because he was sure it would have taken him quite a while to remove it by himself—.

The light coming through the window was enough to appreciate you well, which he was grateful for, because he really didn't want to miss any detail of seeing you this way. His thumbs went up to caress your nipples, which were erect and looked too cute. It was a gentle touch first before cradling both breasts in his hands and squeezing them gently.

“Can I...?” The question was lost in his throat, somewhat shy even to speak during this moment.

“Kiyoomi,” You said his name, grabbing him by the cheeks to make him look at your face, perhaps so he would be a hundred percent sure you meant what you were about to say, “You can do anything you want to me. If I don't like something, I promise I'll tell you, okay?”

He looked at you for a few seconds before answering, appreciating your face completely, from your eyes to your lips. God, you were so beautiful. “Okay.”

Kiyoomi kissed your neck and left a small peck on your collarbone before taking one of your nipples into his mouth. He took it slowly, running his tongue softly over it before sucking gently, and somehow he felt proud of himself when you let out a little moan and brought your hand to his black curls.

He took his time, enjoying the taste of your skin in his mouth as he switched from one nipple to the other and finding delight in the little sounds you made until he felt eager for more. When he parted his lips from you, it was to remove his hoodie and t-shirt in one motion, letting them fall to the floor.

“Wow,” The expression came out of you almost automatically at the sight of his body. Your delicate hands went to his biceps, making a path along his skin, past his shoulders to his chest. “How can you be so hot?”

Your words caught him off guard, so he couldn't help the laughter that came out of him. “You think?”

“Of course, just look at you.” Your hands followed their trail, down his abs to his v-line, at that moment he knew what you would do next. You settled on his thighs, leaving more space between his crotch and yours, then lowered your hand to the noticeable bulge in his pants.

Kiyoomi almost moaned when you stroked him and almost choked on his own saliva when your thumb circled the tip, god, he knew he was leaking and hoped it didn't feel in his pants.

It was the moment you squeezed him, that something changed inside him, he felt eager for more, and although he didn't want to rush this, he dared to bring your lips together again and, placing a hand on your lower back to keep you from falling, he turned around to lay you down on the bed.

When he felt your hands on the edge of your pants, he decided to break the kiss and positioned himself in the middle of your legs to help you complete the action, pulling the fabric gently down your legs to drop them on the floor. Fuck. He gave himself the pleasure of admiring for a moment your beautiful form in front of him, in nothing but underwear, and practically giving yourself to him. If he was dreaming, he will kill whoever wakes him up.

His hands went up your thighs until they reached the edge of your underwear to start pulling it down, you raised your hips to help him and that was the moment where Kiyoomi saw for the first time your pussy. He gulped when in top of that, you spread your legs just as he finished removing the garment, exposing you completely to him, letting him see all of you.

Now, what was he supposed to do? Sakusa was not completely uneducated on the subject, he knew where he was supposed to touch or even kiss. But he also knew that knowing it wasn't the same as doing it. So he preferred to be honest and let you guide him rather than try to do something he wasn't entirely sure you would like.

“I really want to make you feel good, but, can you just…” For some reason (embarrassment) the words were lost in his throat.

“Guide you?” You finished the sentence for him.

“Something like that.” He mumbled.

You smiled with what Kiyoomi guessed would be tenderness before taking his hand and guiding it to the middle of your legs.

The first touch almost knocked the wind out of him and made his erection press harder against his pants, fuck, you were so wet and he could hardly believe it was because of him.

Sakusa leaned forward with one arm by the side of your head, meeting your face a few inches from his as you whispered to him how to please you. He circled your clit at the speed you liked, thrusting his fingers in and out, hitting that sensitive spot inside you that you helped him find, enjoying the moans that came from your beautiful lips and the way one of your hands squeezed his shoulder with pleasure.

You kissed him the moment you started to cum on his fingers, your legs even trembled and Kiyoomi had never felt so proud of himself. He kissed you with the same desire, not ceasing to give you pleasure until you asked him to stop because of over stimulation.

“God… you're so beautiful.” The words came out of their own accord as he looked down at you.

“You think?” You smirked.

“Every day.”

“I never thought you'd see me that way, you know?” Those words were kind of funny coming from you. The girl who was the dream of many. Including his own.

“Why?”

You shrugged, a playful glint in your eyes as you leaned slightly closer. “Because you’re you, Kiyoomi. Cold, composed, and…” You paused, pretending to think. “Kind of scary sometimes.”

He raised an eyebrow at that, but the small smile tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. “Scary?”

“You know what I mean.” You teased. “You’re just… untouchable. Like, you don’t even notice anyone half the time.”

Kiyoomi chuckled softly, the sound low and warm. “I notice you.”

Your smile faltered for a second, replaced by something softer, something real. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.” He said. “You’ve always stood out to me. Even when I tried to act like you didn’t.”

You tilted your head, your expression thoughtful. “Why did you try to hide it?”

He hesitated, scratching the back of his neck as he glanced away for a moment. “Because… I didn't think I'd ever have a chance. I thought you were way out of my league.”

Your laugh was soft, light, and you reached out to gently take his hand. “Kiyoomi, you're ridiculous.”

“Am I?”

“Absolutely.” You said, patting his bicep lightly. “Because if you had just talked to me sooner, you'd know I've been trying to get your attention for ages.”

His eyes widened slightly, his lips parting as he tried to process your words. “You… what?”

You grinned, leaning in just enough that your noses almost touched. “I've always liked you, Kiyoomi. I just didn't think you'd ever notice.”

Kiyoomi stared at you, his heart pounding in his chest, before his lips quirked into a lopsided smile. “Guess we're both ridiculous, then.”

“Guess we are.” You murmured, and this time, it was you who closed the distance, your lips brushing his in a kiss so soft and sweet, the total opposite of the words that came out of your mouth next, “Now, please fuck me before I lose my mind.”

Of course he would, his mind and his cock couldn't hold back any longer.

“Just. Let. Me. Take– Take these off.” He said between kisses as you wouldn't let go, insisting on keeping his lips on yours with your palms on his cheeks.

Kiyoomi did his best to remove his jeans and underwear in one go without breaking the kiss, but in the end, he had to do so (albeit unwillingly), when the last of his clothes were on the floor and the two of you were completely naked, to say something he remembered at the last minute.

“I don't have a condom.”

This was bad, unfortunately Kiyoomi didn't carry any with him right now. The only one he used to carry in his wallet (just in case), he ended up giving it to Atsumu two weeks ago at a party, since at the time, the twin needed more than he did. Now he regretted it.

You looked at him for a moment, processing his words before saying, “I don't care if you don't care.”

“Are you sure?” He asked, astonishment radiating from his face.

“Very sure.”

Kiyoomi gulped before nodding, nervous about what was coming next.

He took his cock in his palm, giving himself a few gentle strokes before lining himself up with your entrance. Your hand went to the middle of your bodies to replace his hand with yours and he heard you gasp at the feel of his shaft.

“God, how— Kiyoomi, are you telling me you're a virgin with a dick like this?”

Kiyoomi couldn't help but let out a laugh, this was one of the things he liked most about you, how you spoke your mind bluntly.

“I guess so.”

“Well, I wanted you to put it in in one go. But I guess we'll have to go slow.” You teased, adjusting your hips as you continued to slowly stroke his dick.

Kiyoomi moaned as he felt your wet entrance meeting his leaking tip. He already felt in heaven and he wasn't even inside you yet.

He placed both of his arms beside your head, looking down at you as he slowly thrust his hips forward, moving deeper into you. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This felt so good. You felt so wet, so hot, so tight that he had to mentally beg his cock not to cum soon, he couldn't embarrass himself like that.

He pressed his lips against your forehead, kissing casually as he heard you moan as you took him in. “Does it hurt?” He asked, still with half of his dick out of you.

“A little.” You admitted and that worried Kiyoomi, who was about to pull out, but you spoke first. “But it feels so good, just keep going, it'll fade away.”

He nodded and continued to enter you until he was completely inside you. He had to press his forehead against yours, closing his eyes for a moment at the new feeling he was experiencing.

“How does it feel?” He heard you ask after a minute, your sweet voice filling the silence where only your breaths could be heard.

“Too good. Fuck. I don't think I'll last long.” He admitted, somewhat embarrassed, but still eager for more. “Can I— fuck—can I move?”

“Yes, please.”

Slowly at first, he began to move his hips, enjoying the feel of your wet walls squeezing him. Kiyoomi couldn't believe he missed out on this pleasure for so long, but he was glad that the one he was experiencing it with for the first time was you.

He looked down at you, paying attention to your face and appreciating your expressions with adoration radiating from his eyes. How you bit your lower lip, how you opened your lips slightly, how you closed your eyes, how you smiled when you made eye contact.

You whispered in his ear to go faster, and without a second thought, he complied with your request. He slipped both of his arms under your armpits to hold on tighter and began to thrust so hard that even the bed began to hit the wall. Thank goodness there was a party going on downstairs and the sound of the bed along with the sound of your moans would not be heard by others.

“Kiyoomi…” You moaned his name, sounding like an angel as you did. Your hands went behind his back, holding him tightly against you and he even felt your nails digging lightly into his skin. He couldn't resist bringing your lips together again, kissing you sloppily as he moved in and out of you.

He felt you squeeze him as your moans increased before he brought one of his hands to the middle of your bodies, circling messily over your clit, bringing you to the edge. Your legs trembled and a cute moan left your mouth as you came. Kiyoomi also moaned against your lips, you squeezed him so deliciously that he was surprised he didn't explode at that moment, but he knew he wasn't far from it.

“I'm going to…” The words were lost in his throat as he felt his own orgasm so close. He was panting like crazy, holding you tighter against him as he settled his head in the crook of your neck and his thrusts became more intense.

“Don't pull out, please.”

His common sense told him that was irresponsible, but his desire along with how sexy it was to hear you say those words were stronger, because when he least realized it, he was cumming inside you— and it felt good, too good. Nothing compared to the orgasms his hand had so far provided. God, he might get addicted to you after this.

The room fell into a silence, where only your accelerated breathing and the music muffled by the door could be heard. You both refused to move for a few moments, enjoying the touch of your skin and the vital sounds of each other.

The dim light slipping through the windows painted faint shadows on the walls, highlighting the way your bodies pressed together. Your skin against his was warm, electric, like a spark neither of you wanted to break. Time felt like it slowed, stretching out as you both stayed perfectly still, caught in the pull of the moment. He could feel your heartbeat under his touch, steady and grounding, blending into the quiet rhythm of your breaths.

“So, how was it?” You broke the silence, stroking his back with your fingertips.

Kiyoomi couldn't help but let out a chuckle in the midst of his quickening breath, “Mind blowing.”

“I agree.”

Kiyoomi propped himself up on his forearms, his eyes meeting your adorable face, and he couldn't help but smile softly. He leaned down to press a quick, gentle kiss to your lips before settling down beside you. With an easy, natural motion, he slid a hand to your waist, pulling you closer to him. Now, with your head resting on his chest, he held you with the kind of tenderness that made the moment feel too perfect to let go of.

As the quiet rhythm of his breathing filled the room, Kiyoomi looked down at you, nestled against his chest. He absentmindedly traced gentle circles on your back with his fingers, his mind lingering on the softness of the moment. The warmth of your presence and the steady rhythm of your breathing calmed him, but his mind refused to settle.

He couldn't stop replaying the events of the night—the way your presence had lit up the room, the way you spoke with such ease and authenticity, and how natural it felt to be by your side. For someone who usually kept people at a distance, you had somehow bypassed every barrier he'd carefully built.

The thought made his chest tighten, but not with unease. With something new. Something he wanted to hold onto.

He glanced down at you, his heart catching at the way your eyelashes fluttered as you blinked sleepily. He knew moments like this didn't come often—not for him. And he knew it— he wanted more.

But would you want that, too?

The doubt lingered for only a second before he pushed it aside. Tonight had been proof enough that whatever this was, it was mutual. And if he didn't take a chance, he'd regret it.

Gathering his courage, he took a breath, his voice low and steady as he broke the silence.

“Hey.” He began, the faintest hint of shyness lacing his tone. “Do you have plans tomorrow?”

You smiled, your cheek still resting against his chest. “Not yet. Why?”

“I was thinking…” He hesitated for a beat, then pressed on. “Maybe we could go out. Just the two of us.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “Are you asking me on a date, Sakusa Kiyoomi?”

“Yeah.” He said. “I want to take you somewhere nice. Anywhere you want.”

You reached up to brush a strand of hair from his face. “I'd love that.”

His lips curved into a small, genuine smile, relief flickering across his expression. “Good. I'll make it worth your while.”

“You already are.”

spoiler: sakusa didn’t know it yet, but atsumu will actually be the best man a few years later.

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writersdrug · 10 months ago

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Bartender Simon, who cuts of a drunk costumer. The costumer is angry and begins insulting Simon, particularly his looks. It doesn't bother Simon but how does Waitress!Reader react?

Alas... the much-awaited ktih

Warnings: making out, groping, dry-humping

It was only seven pm, and Cole was already drunk. Simon knew this would happen - it usually does, at least every Friday night. He comes in, drinks for a solid two hours, until Simon finally has to cut him off and steer him in the direction of his apartment. The man at least lets him add twenty percent auto gratuity if he has to be sent home like that - and, more often than not, it's every week.

Today, however, is a different story.

Cole had come in at four, right when the pub opened. He gave you his usual, tight-lipped smile, making his way to the seat he took every Friday evening. Simon was already pouring his beer by the time he removed his coat. The conversation continues (mostly one-sided on Cole's part), as does the night, and he never ceases to tip the beers back - rattling on about how much money he makes, only getting louder when a group of women walks by.

Around nine at night is when he began to get drunk enough that the numbers on his tab begin to blend together. "A'aight- 'nother one for good fortune." He smacks his empty glass against the bartop, making you jump slightly as you did your tips at the end of the.

"Not tonight." Simon says, hovering over the POS and punching buttons on the screen. "You got 'nuff for good fortune. You can pick it back up next week."

"Bahhh, c'mon - I'll pay double." Cole slurs, leaning over the bar.

"What's your wife's name?" Simon asks, turning back around and leaning against the liquor shelf.

"... Sharon."

"Ya not even married, Cole."

He laughs, eyes glassy as he smacks the bartop and wheezes. "Tha's good! Real good- ya got me. Can't keep a woman 'f I tried."

Simon doesn't comment. He slides Cole's receipt across the bar, before promptly turning back and grabbing a glass.

Cole sighs, crumpling the receipt in his fist. "Y' don't want business?"

"Don't want you gettin' lost findin' your Uber." Simon replies, polishing a glass.

"Y'know..." Cole leans back in his seat, very adamantly refusing to leave, "I know you're strugglin' t' bring in the money with... whatever ya got goin' on behind the mask."

Maybe when he was a lieutenant, constantly dealing with jabs and stabs towards his ego, it would have gotten to him. But Simon just huffs in annoyance. "This what you resort to when you can't get a beer?"

"Defensive much?" Cole bites back. "You could use the money to fix y'r fuckin' face. Should stop bein' such a cunt n' worryin' 'bout me like you're my mum."

"Hardly - your mom probably wishes she'd swallowed you instead."

Simon nearly drops the glass - it takes him a moment to realize that you had spoken, and another one to process just what exactly you had said. He turns around to find you, staring Cole down with the most disgusted, angry expression he's ever seen you display. He's speechless - mostly because he didn't know you had an arsenal of insults, ready to fire off like this.

Cole chuckles drunkenly, turning in his seat to face you from down the bar. "Don' like it when I insult y'r bank account, do ya?"

"Aren't you supposed to be dumpster diving or something?" You snap, getting up out of your seat - Simon's never seen such a look in your eyes, and he quickly steps out from behind the bar to jog over to you. He places a hand on your shoulder, but you don't back down.

"You realize who you're talkin' to, little girl?"

"Draco Malfoy if he'd gone into British Parliament."

"Oi-" Simon snaps, fingers digging into your shoulder - surprisingly, you swat his hand away. You're fuming at this overgrown cabbage, running his mouth like he actually means something to anyone in this pub.

Cole purses his lips; your insults are getting to him. "You gonna do somethin' with this chick?" he asks Simon - who nearly blows a cap, but you beat him to it.

"Y'know, maybe you should spend your money on fixing those fucking teeth - because I see they're still social distancing - instead of wasting our time here, you grey, fucking sprinkle on a rainbow cupcake-"

"Hey- stairwell. Go." Simon gives you a gentle shove towards the stairs, and you throw your hands up and storm off. He stares after you, wide-eyed and tense, watching as you disappear behind the stairwell door. He's quickly growing hard, concerningly, after witnessing you fire off at Cole with a loaded gun full of wit and anger - it was quite possibly the most attractive thing he's seen you do.

Cole huffs, breaking Simon's focus. "Women - sticking their noses where they don't belong." he looks at him, expecting the bartender to agree.

Simon's holding back the urge to drive his fist into the man's skull. He grabs Cole's jacket from the back of the chair and shoves it into his chest so hard he nearly falls from his seat. "If you're not gone in the next ten minutes, Soap 'n I will make you leave, you understand?" he doesn't even wait for a reply, turning on his heel and stalking towards the stairwell, boots thudding heavily against the ground.

He's got bigger priorities at the moment.

You're standing in the stairwell, chewing the edge of your sweater as you stare at the dustpan and broom. Simon can surely fight his own battles - he didn't seem irritated in the slightest by Cole, why did you step in? Simon isn't yours (unfortunately), you don't need to defend him. You don't have the right to defend him other than the fact that he's your coworker. Manager. And you were definitely doing it based on other, unspoken reasons. It was obvious. Is it obvious to him? Forget possibly losing your job, is he going to be mad that you lost your shit like that? That you put your foot where it doesn't belong? That-

The door to the stairwell swings open, and you stop your pacing. His eyes are lidded. Angry? You can't tell. He looks rather intimidating, tall and tense as the door swings shut behind him, mask bunched into his fist as he shoves it into his back pocket.

You think he's about to let you have it, to chew you out for your outburst. "Simon, I'm-"

His rough hands are around your face before you know it - right as you open your mouth to yelp in shock, he leans down and kisses you.

Your eyes force themselves shut. You don't have a chance to pull away, not with his hand cradling the back of your head. He won't let you; you don't want to. His breath fans across your face, fingers calloused yet gentle as they relax around you, and you sigh into his touch, tilting your head to let him get closer. Your arms rest against his shoulders, squeezing the muscle as you feel months of worry and anticipation melt away-

And then, as quickly as it had begun, Simon has the audacity to stop and pull his head back.

His eyes find yours, still cupping your face in his hands. He looks breathless - good. At least you know he's just as riled up as you are, now. There's a hint of pink on his cheeks, and a need for reassurance in his hazy stare. He needs to know he was right, despite the months of flirting and the little chase you've been leading him in; now that he's finally caught up, caught you in his grasp, he needs you to tell him you want this. Though he doesn't know how he'll survive if you don't.

"You ok?" He pants, brow creased with uncertainty.

You let out a noise of frustration - threading your fingers behind his neck, you pull him back down, sealing your lips against his once again.

He exhales through his nose in relief. His hands find your waist as you part your lips, letting him slip inside and explore your mouth. Your fingernails dig crescents into his skin - he lets out a rather needy-sounding groan, backing you up until you hit the wall. You whine; your tongue flicking across his lower lip sends a shiver down his spine, heat building and twisting and tangling in his gut until you break away for a moment, nipping your teeth into his lip.

His mind short-circuits; he grunts, all the blood in his head rushing south to his cock, where it's getting uncomfortably warm and tight. He grabs you underneath your ass and hoists you up, and you squeak, instinctively locking your legs around his hips. You wrap your arms around his shoulders as he kisses you feverishly, desire brewing in your stomach as he presses you into the wall, tongues and teeth clashing, the both of you unable to satisfy the ever-growing blaze. It threatens to burn up the stairwell until there's nothing left but a sweaty, naked mess.

Simon breaks away to latch onto your neck, taking the thin flesh and rolling it between his teeth You bite back a whimper, carding your fingers through his hair; he bucks his hips in response, albeit involuntarily. You can sense the knot in your pelvis tightening, underwear growing slick as you feel the size of his erection with each thrust. Even through his clothes, you can tell it would be a challenge, but you've never been one to back down.

Fingers slide under his shirt, feeling the solid wall of muscle and fat beneath - his retracts a hand and drags it up your stomach, kneading and groping your tit through your shirt, silencing your moan with another searing, wet kiss. He's grinding into you now, hips rolling, cock twitching through his pants as you lock your ankles behind his back, and fuck he's ready to strip you bare right here and fuck you against the wall, ready to get back at you for teasing him for so long, ready to listen to your cries as you take each and every rung of his piercing-

He catches himself, lips moving away from yours to kiss along your chin, all the way up to your jaw. He sighs as he stills his hips, letting his head fall against your shoulder as he leans his weight into you. You feel him relaxing, wondering if he's worried about you again, but you so desperately want this to continue where it's heading.

"I'm alright, I'm alright-"

"I know..." he mumbles, his hand sliding back to your thigh and squeezing the flesh there, fingers barely slipping past the hem of your shorts. He wants to go further, to feel the hem of your panties snap against his fingers, but he forces back the urge.

"What's wrong?" you pant, craning your neck to the side to look at him.

"'M not..." he huffs, pulling his head back and gazing down at you. "Not fuckin' you in the stairwell, dove. 'S filthy back here."

Your face heats up even more - the fact that he had to hold himself back from disheveling you right now is an unspoken compliment. "Can we take it upstairs?"

He chuckles and gently sets you down, much to your disdain. "No. Got a bar to run." He says, preening at the way you pout at that. "And I'm takin' you out, first."

"Out?"

"Yea, for lunch."

"Wh- where?"

"You decide. Monday."

Monday - that's deep-clean day. "Don't we have to be here at noon?"

He chuckles. Always worrying about losing your job. "I'll make an exception. Won't fire ya for goin' on a date with me."

Date. God, you could scream. "But what if Price-"

"If that man ever threatens your position at this pub," Simon leans down, gently grabbing your chin between his fingers, "you come to me, n' I'll knock some sense into 'im. Sound good?"

You're too starstruck to register half of what he's said. Simon Riley's just kissed you. AND admitted to wanting to fuck you. Now, he's taking you on a date on Monday. Did you have any plans? Doesn't matter. If you do, they're cancelled.

"Uh huh..." you say, absentmindedly leaning into his touch.

Looking down at you: you, you... god, can he call you his? Is that too soon? The stars in your eyes while you're staring at him, the struggle within himself to avoid both adoration and getting hard(er)... He takes another deep breath, thumb running down the blossoming hickey on your neck.

"Right." he taps your cheek softly, then goes to tuck his shirt back in from where you'd torn it from the waistband. "Go ahead n' take a minute. Come to the bar 'fore you leave."

He grabs the handle to leave, hesitating only for a moment. Both of you seem to have the same idea, sharing a hive mind with each other. You quickly move forward and he leans down as you both kiss again, slower, trying to savor this one. Honey drips from your brain into your chest, every cell in your body screaming in relief, satisfaction, and pure joy...

He breaks away again, laying a kiss to the crown of your head. You sit down on the stairs as he walks back onto the pub floor. He's still hard, and it's plain as day - but he could care less right now. He's got you just as much as you've had him. There's a lightness in his shoulders, a voice in his head that you've finally plucked free and thrown into the abyss, only to be replaced by your own being.

You're still sitting on the stairs, massaging your tits through your shirt as you try to smooth your nipples out. Your mind is racing a million miles a minute. What should I wear? Will Price be upset? Should we try to hide this? Will anyone care? Should I wear perfume or just body spray? Is work going to be weird now? He's not going to treat me differently, is he?

You sigh, biting your lip and trudging up the stairs. Your fingers run over the hickey on your neck. I need to find a whisk.

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cheriladycl01 · 1 year ago

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First time - Lando Norris x Innocent! Reader

Plot: Lando finds out his girlfriend is more innocent than he ever thought and that turns him on hard core.

Warnings: SMUT Innocence Knik etc MINORS DNI 18+

When Lando first started dating you he knew you were pretty innocent and oblivious to the world around you.

The first time he noticed it was when he first met you. You were in a club and he sat back watching you the whole night, run around like mother hen after your friends who ... arguably weren't being good friends to you and were using you as their sober ride home.

You were making sure your friends had clean drinks straight from the bartender and handing them tissues or hand gels when they touched anything dirty.

Your friends had left you that night, leaving Lando to take the opportunity to come and introduce himself. He wasn't shocked to find out this was your first time in a club, that you hated it and wanted to go home.

"So, what brings you to Monaco?" he'd asked you and you gave him this big gummy grin that he couldn't help but fall in love with.

"My friends and I are on a girls trip celebrating graduation!" you answered, trying not to yell incase the music went quiet but loud enough so he could hear.

"And that's why they've all abandoned you?" he chuckled walking you over to the bar.

"Yeah, I think they just have different ideas of fun than I do, we saw some really beautiful museums earlier which was my idea!" you smile thinking back to the earlier part of the day which you had favoured.

"Drink?" he asks you and you smile nodding your head.

"I'll have a Coors again and ..." he says naming his beer before looking at you.

"I'll just have a Spite please!" you order in French from the bartender who smiles at you.

"You can order something more expensive like alcohol i don't mind!" he smiles down at you, only for you to shake your head.

"I erm, don't drink! I've never drank alcohol actually!" you smile, pretty proud of you lifestyle.

"Yeah, I used to say I didn't drink and then my friends introduced me to it. Never been the same since!" he frowns in a joking manner making you laugh.

"You're funny!" you giggled.

You guys talked for the rest of the night, until it was the closing hours of the club and you had to part ways.

He'd regretted not getting your number.

The next time he met you was a complete coincidence. He was travelling around and caving in Vietnam. You were there building sustainable housing on your year after graduating. He knew it was you right away and everyone was so confused when he went running of to go say hello to you.

After that he got your number. He had to secure it after a second chance of meeting you which he'd been considering was gods gift to him.

After a few dates and texting back and forth for a while you started dating.

"Y/N, can we talk about something serious?" he'd asked you and you nodded coming to sit next to him on the sofa in his apartment.

"Yeah what's wrong?" you ask him with a frown thinking you'd done something wrong.

"How would you feel, about becoming my girlfriend..." he asks before presenting you with a little gift bag in papaya orange that had chocolates, flowers, a little card and a pair of expensive Cartier earrings. Not that you knew that until you got back to the hotel you were currently staying in and opened them up.

"Oh my! Yes! Please" you replied happily and he was trying so hard not to laugh at your super polite and formal answer to his ... well what now felt like a proposition

You were so happy and getting to spend time with Lando was everything! You came to races and everyone adored you, not just the people in McLaren with Lando but all the TV presenters, the fans and the other teams.

Lando was confused that after having dated for three months you hadn't done anything within a sexual nature. Not that it was an issue for him but he was just used to his girlfriends being bold and upfront compared to you, who was a little shyer and more reserved.

He knew he just needed to be a grown up and talk to you about it but he didn't think he could have this conversation with you. It felt wrong almost.

"Baby, can we talk?" Lando says patting the sofa while you were in the kitchen starting to prep for the lunch you were going to make the both of you.

"Yeah, what's wrong? Did I do something?" you ask looking at him carefully and taking a seat next to you.

"No, no not at all. It's kinda the opposite actually!" he laughs at his own joke not thinking you'd take notice of it.

"I haven't done something? I - did i forget to do my dished? I'm so sorry if i did!" you say looking back to the sink frantically thinking you'd missed your glass of orange juice and bowl of cereal you'd had this morning.

"No no, and don't think of it that way. I was just joking around - erm, I just wanted to say we've been dating for a while now and I was hoping we could start to be more intimate?" he asks holding your hand and your eyes widen and your cheeks redden.

"I- erm" you start to stutter and he rubs his thumb over your hand.

"We don't have too... if you don't want too! But I just wanted to ask!" he rushes out not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

"It's just that ... I've never ever done anything like that!" you say looking at him with those innocent doe eyes that made him go crazy.

"Like never ever?" he asks in shock, you were a gorgeous girl and even when he was out with you, guys would always be coming up to you, making conversation and flirting with you.

Now that he thought about it, you never actually could tell when you were being lightly flirted with. You were very oblivious too all moves guys made, unless they were literally asking for you number.

"Mmmm no, I mean ... you know you're like my first boyfriend right?" you ask him, cocking your head to the side.

"Wait, you've never been with anyone else other than me?" he asks, and fights to keep the smirk off his face. There was something so dirty, about the fact that you were so pure and untouched, and that it turned him on that he would be the first, and hopefully last to show you everything he could.

"No" you whisper and he looks at you, before cupping your face and pulling you in for a soft kiss.

"Will you let me show you, everything I want to?" he asks looking at you, brushing some of your hair behind you so he has full view of your collarbone.

"Yes..." you breathe out, feeling flutters in your stomach at both his words and actions.

"Now?" he asks with a little gulp, hoping the answer would be a yes.

"Yes, show me now Lan!" you say, climbing onto his lap getting excited about the actions to come.

"Okay, baby. Lets slow down" he laughs holding you in place. He shifts about so he's comfortable and starts to run his hands over your body. Little goosebumps rise to the surface coating your arms as his fingers roam across your collarbone, down over your clothed boobs and down until he had a firm grip on your hips.

"As much as I like your wearing my shirt baby, I'm going to take it off you now, is that okay?" he asks looking you in the eyes and you nod, looking down a little intimidated by the intense eye-contact.

"Words baby, you gotta tell me" he smiles at you and you smile.

"Yes, you can"

And he does, he fingers brush against you and a groan comes out of his mouth as he see's what he's been missing out on seeing. Your perky tits were currently clad in an orange coloured bra. He didn't know if that was a normal colour for you or if you'd brought it since dating the McLaren driver.

"You are so fucking beautiful" he says looking at you, teasing against the straps of your bra before slowly pulling down each of them, before reaching round the back and unclasping it so it fell off you.

In reflex your hands came up, to cover your exposed chest, it wasn't something you were used too.

"I want to see and touch baby, please let me!" he says softly.

You felt comfortable and confident enough with Lando that you felt like you could show this part of yourself to him, a part that no-one apart from you had seen.

The moment was getting more and more intimate as his hands started to fondle your boobs, pinching squeezing and kneading. Lando learning what you liked from the noises you were making as he continued.

The more intimate it got, the hotter and more impatient you got with the new sensation in you stomach and the slickness and heat building between your legs.

Naturally, your body is craving friction. Your mind is going haywire not really knowing what to do to get the relief its craving. So your body automatically started to grind down on him, and you could feel just how excited he was getting with the large bulge building in his sweatpants.

You could tell it was something he liked too from the little whines and groans that came out overtime pressure was applied.

"I- I want to make you feel good. But I don't know how" you offer and he nods.

"Do you want me to show you?" he asks and you nod. He takes your hand and starts to help you palm him through his joggers, breathy moans coming from him.

"That's it, and when your ready you can take them off" he breathes out softly, not wanting to rush you into anything.

You take him out of his jogger, having a grip on him that was tight and he couldn't help but moan at the sensation.

"That's it baby. Now just run your hand up and down in a fisting motion!" he says, but you make no move to start, his head that was thrown back raises to look at you in question.

"Can you show me?" you ask, wide eyes and he nods, taking your hand that was around him in his as he helps you start to move up and down, showing the pace and grip that he liked. His moans were constantly flowing out now as he let go to grip the edges of the sofa and lean back. You started to go a little faster, before slowly right down and placing a kiss on his cheek.

"I heard... from friends that you really like when we use our mouths?" you ask and look at him.

"You dont have to if you don't want to" he groans.

"I- will you enjoy it?" you ask.

"I think i'd enjoy anything you did to me"

"Then i want to do it" you nod and he sits up a little more.

"Okay, get on your knees baby..." he directs and you get to the floor in between his legs.

"You want my help?" he asks and you nod, he takes your hair into a ponytail to keep it out your face.

"Okay, open baby. Remember no teeth baby, it hurts!" he smiles and you start by what you thinks right and go straight in. You gag a little and he pulls you head back from the grip.

"No need to rush hunny. Just start with the head, and then you'll feel a vein on the underside that always feels good, okay? But don't rush to fill your mouth up okay?" he chuckles a little bit as he watches you listen to him.

You start with small movements around his tip, moving your tongue over his slit where pre-cum is leaking out. It was a strange taste that the first few times had your eyes screwing but you slowly got used to it.

You run your tongue along the underside feeling the throbbing vein he was talking about and he went crazy, moaning above you and desperately trying not to thrust up.

You slowly take more and more in your mouth and what you cant fit you decide to use your hands to cover the rest and use the movements you were doing earlier.

"Holy fuck! Are you sure you havent done this before baby?" he asks in shock of how good it feels. Maybe it was just because he was so in love with you that it felt 10x better than he ever had, or maybe you were just a quick learner and good at observing what he liked.

A minute later and he was coming into your mouth, you were quick to swallow all of him and leave his dick with a string of saliva attaching you together.

"Fucking hell baby" he smiles pulling you up onto his lap resting you on top of him, your knees either side of him.

"Was that good?" you ask, shyly. He can only nod as he catches his breathing.

"Your turn!" he smirks, one had on your hip the other one inching up your inner thigh under the skirt you were in. His hands starts to rub your clit through your underwear, and he smiles as your head falls into the crook of his neck and he can feel your breathing pick up against him.

His fingers curl round the edge of your panties pulling them to one side rubbing his fingers through your wet folds.

"Is this all for me baby!" he asks using his free hand to run through your hair as you keep your head in the crook of his neck rocking against his movements. His fingers eventually find there way in, the stretch a little painful at first.

"It's okay, it'll start to feel good in a minute" he says rubbing your back comfortingly.

"Tell me if i should stop yeah?" he asks and you just nod before quickly shaking your head, realising that may have come across as you want him to stop when you really don't now that a coil is building in your stomach and his fingers are feeling incredible inside you.

"Lando!" you whine starting to kiss along his neck and jaw, needing to occupy yourself with something to focus on the growing feeling inside you.

"Fuck baby, the things you do to me!" he exclaims feeling himself get hard again from the whole intimate situation occurring.

In seconds you're letting that coil go, not being able to hold it in any longer and gushing over his fingers. He pulls them out, taking them into his mouth, licking them clean groaning at the taste of you, his gorgeous girlfriend.

"I gotta have a taste of you baby!" he practically whimpers out, before laying you on the sofa and spreading your legs open. You shyly try to shut them but he just tuts.

"Lemme baby please!" he says softly and he stop resisting against his hands. He dives in, nipping and licking at the parts he knows are most sensitive, before devouring you as if your a five course meal. It felt incredible, better than his hands and you legs were shaking the whole time.

Your mind was fuzzy and you could only let out little swear words and his name to let him know just how good he was making you feel.

And only minutes later and you were releasing into his awaiting mouth where he fully cleaned you up. He draw back, a small sheen on his nose and corners of his mouth from your release that had you blushing.

"Lets finish this in the bedroom yeah?" he asks and you nod eagerly as he picks you up tossing your over his shoulder, giving your arse a light tap on the way out that had you giggling and squealing.

He places you gently on the bed hovering over you. He starts to take the rest of the clothing that was left on you off and chucking it to the floor before he starts to take his own off. He reaches into the bedside draw, grabbing a condom and opening it with his teeth before rolling it on.

"You are so beautiful baby! Are you ready?" he smiles, now lining himself up with your entrance. You hesitate for a split second, before remembering its your incredibly kind and beautiful and caring boyfriend Lando above you right now who wouldn't dream of hurting you.

"Yes" you nod, and he slowly starts to push himself into your warm, wet caverns. He moans at the tight feeling of you, kissing across your neck and collarbone trying to help you un-tense a little.

"Baby, you gotta relax" he guides you, starting to play with your boobs to get you feeling good. He pushes in a little more when he feels that you arent tensing as much and you sigh.

"Woah, your so big!" you exclaim, thinking he'd bottomed out from the stretch as you try regain your breath.

"Baby... hate to break it to you but I'm only halfway inside you" he laughs with a chuckle, nearly loosing his balance on his forearms that he is using to hold himself steady above you.

"What?" you ask opening your eyes too look at your laughing boyfriend.

"Thank you for the compliment though baby, that makes me feel really good about myself" he says honesty before he pushes the full way in, finally bottoming out. You wiggle a little trying to get comfortable before giving him a nod where he starts to move in and out of you.

It starts to progressively feel better and better to the point where you can start meeting his thrusts to make it a little quicker. The sounds in the room are anything but innocent, both of your breathy moans and your high pitched whines when he reaches in between you to rub circles on your clit and the sound of slapping skin.

"Lando fuck! I love you" you cry as the pressure builds up and up.

"I fucking love you too" he breathes out, his thrusts coming a little sloppier.

And soon your both releasing at the same time as he pulls you in closer to him, almost laying all his weight on you.

"I'm like so glad we had that talk!" Lando laughs pulling himself up to look at you.

"Me too, I cant wait for you to show me more!" you grin pulling him into a kiss making him groan and grab the pillow to put over his face. He was exhausted but ... round 2 sounded like a shout.

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xbuu · 6 months ago

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Jack of Hearts game! Chishiya x Fem! Reader

You've been stressed in the last few rounds of the Jack of Hearts game, so Chishiya decides it's time to help you relax.

Content: Fluffy smut, teasing, slight exhibitionist kink, jacket stays on during sex.

Word count: ~1.4k

a/n: i have a ton of fics to post already (3) but I'm scared of posting them all at the same time in case i run out of inspiration and don't post anything for a while so I'm really spacing them out. also got my first ask a few days ago so I'm working on it anon!!

"Are you sure they won't hear?" You bite your lip, hesitantly wrapping your hands around his neck while your right leg bounces nervously.

"Sure." But his answer doesn't do much to calm your nerves. You know he'd take you anywhere, regardless of who could hear. His arms wrap around your waist and lift you on top of the dusty plastic table. It'd do, at least until you got out of the game.

A small, dark storage closet wasn't the most romantic spot, but he had grabbed your hand after the tenth round was over and guided you to the furthest away room he could find.

It's been a few long hours, and with the remaining contestants all having another person they could trust, the game had proven hard to break. He'd just have to break you, in the meantime.

His hands fly to your shorts, unbuttoning and unzipping and throwing them away in a blink of your eyes. Your hands fly to his pants, but you're considerably slower than usual, your mind still wrapped around the details of the game, the players, the rules, how to—

"Don't think." He stops you with a call of your name. "Let me worry about that. For now, I want your attention on me." He slips off his pants himself with that awfully sexy smirk. Oh.

You give him an uncertain, anxious smile, and you cup his face and lean in to get lost on his lips. He's a great kisser. An amazing kisser. And as his tongue sneaks into your mouth you forget everything about the game.

He doesn't let you dwell on anything for too long. He's already pushing into you, unzipping your skimpy shorts and pushing your panties to the side, while your tongue remains wrapped around his. You're so used to his cock it feels like getting home whenever he pushes inside of you.

The moans you produce are swallowed by him until you weakly push him away, gulping in a breath and throwing your head back. He lets his head get pushed back, though he doesn't pull his strong grip of your hips away, pushing slowly to help you get used to his cock. He isn't the girthiest, but he's long.

"I'll have to make this quick, won't I?" You're too busy getting dicked down by him to actually reply, but you mentally answer, your thoughts trying to pull you away from him. He pulls you back to him when he sheathes inside of you and his tip grazes the spongy spot inside of you.

"Chishiya!" You yell, completely out of your control, and he covers your mouth as you dig your nails in the back of his jacket just lightly, in warning of what's to come.

"We can't have you screaming out for everyone to know what we're up to. Remember the couple just before the game?" He whispers, right in your ear, causing you to shiver. Of course you remember, Chishiya had pointed them out to you, and it made your cheeks flush red even if it wasn't your moans that were ringing through the cells. They definitely are now, though.

The words (that he definitely purred out like a cat) make you bend into his body, hide your face in his shoulder and replace his hand on your mouth with his neck. He hasn't even started thrusting yet and he has you at his mercy.

"Are you hiding from me?" He laughs, so unbelievably irritating, especially when he has you in this position. You open your mouth to retort, but he grabs your hips and pulls out only to thrust back in.

"Chishiya!" It's halfway between a word and a moan, but he doesn't really mind how loud it is, lifting your knees up to the height of his shoulders, only to fasten the rhythm until it causes you to slump on top of him.

"You're not going to talk back to me?" He hums, and swallows a groan that you definitely noticed from resting your head so close to his neck.

"I—" You muffle another moan on the softness of his white jacket. "Stop teasing." You demand, as if it would change his incorregible behavior.

"But I love how flustered you get." He laughs, a small noise on the back of his throat, and you can feel the vibration as you wrap your arms around his neck and bury your face in order to muffle an impending moan.

"Stay quiet." He reminds, but he doesn't stop his thrusts or his soft breaths on your neck, doesn't offer a hand on covering your mouth again since muffling your moans on his shoulder doesn't seem to work.

"C-Can't." You admit, through bitten back moans and soft whines that had the potential to be screams.

"You can." He pushes. He always adores pushing your limits, seeing how many you can take of his fingers, or how many orgasms until you beg him to stop, or in this case, how long until you are forced to scream out from the pleasure.

You kick at him from your very limited position he holds you up in. His hands under your knees, bringing them up to your chest to really be able to break you in half. He doesn't stop his thrusts, though, laughing lowly through your kicks and squirms and muffled whines.

It's not long until you feel that familiar feeling in the bottom of your tummy, a warmth that threatens to make you scream so loud that everyone in the building will know what you're up to (if they didn't, already). Chishiya can feel how you're tightening up around him, unfortunately, and he will never miss the chance to make you flustered.

"Are you close?" He whispers, and if you were able to look at his face you'd witness his signature smirk on his face.

"No." You reply, maybe a beat too fast, but you forget how well he knows you, how well he has studied your body, how well he has memorized the pulses of your pussy and the twitches of your stomach. He doesn't reply, he lets you think he believed your lie, only adjusting your body slightly in reply.

You keep muffling your sounds and digging your nails on his back for the next minute, though it feels like a long, agonizing hour has passed when he finally gets rougher, quicker, even if only by a split second. It's just what you need to get over the edge.

That is, until Chishiya lets go of your left knee, running his hand down your stomach and your heat until his finger grazes your soft, aching clit.

Just the soft touch makes your hips fly from the table to his, moaning with disinterest over who hears. He laughs, low and teasing, and pushes your head into the nape of his neck, but you can't hear anything over the blood rushing to your ears and your heavy pants as you reach your climax and cover his dick in slick white.

He doesn't stop the thrusts into you, and his breaths turn labored and heavy. He's close, you know by the way he seems tempted to bury his face on your neck too, by the way he almost curls into you, by the way that he has stopped laughing and resorted to panting into your ear.

"Are you close?" You bite back, now your turn to pull him close to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. He grunts back, so low you barely hear it.

It's not every day Chishiya seems so fixated on your body, almost like he also has something in his mind he wants to lose inside of you, so you know you'll take full advantage of it. You cup his face with one hand, bringing him close to you as you face his ear.

A breathy, pornographic moan of his name next to his ear is all he needs, and with no warning, he cums deep inside of you, staying still with a final thrust of his hips.

He stays inside of you for a couple of seconds, wrapping his arms around you. Only after both of your breaths have evened out and you stop shivering he cuts through the silence. "You know you have nothing to be scared of, right? Not while I'm here. I'll find the Jack."

"Mhm." He pulls back just enough to look into your eyes, his eyebrows level, but the corner of his lip twitches up just barely, you're sure you caught it.

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letterlitter · 6 months ago

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Wait (nsfw)

Lando Norris × reader

•Lando comes home to you

•tags: smut, soft, orgasm denial, oral/handjob (female receiving)

•Word count: 1.1k

You were ovulating and it had been extremely hard doing anything else. All you could think about was sex sex sex!

It was unbearable to yourself. Every workplace meeting, every single minute of your brake, in the shower, before bed, after waking up, sometimes even before it. All your mind could cook up was a way to get a release and it wouldn't go away.

Lando had been away for a couple of weeks to attend team meetings and final testings before the season starts and all of you missed him desperately. You both did send each other nudes and got on facetieme a couple times. "It's not the same" you told him, lying on your side before bed.

"Aw don't worry baby I'll be back in no time. We're almost done here." He comforted you but the tension between your thighs still seemed incurable.

You had tried pleasuring yourself a couple times and it wasn't bad at all, but you felt stupid moaning for the air, imagining your boyfriend's hands instead of your own. It wasn't satisfying enough; like a really good song that had been overplayed for so long, it wasn't that interesting anymore. Your body needed him.

*******

Lando's flight was going to land very early in the morning and he precisely asked you not to come to the airport since it was a work day and he knew your body could not function properly with less than 6 hours of sleep.

You made yourself sleep early so you could wake up when Lando came home but your excitement wouldn't let you and you finally went to bed at around 1a.m.

You fell asleep soon, but after what didn't feel like long, the movement of the mattress alarmed your brain. You were still in a state of sleepiness when a kiss wet your left cheek.

You slightly opened one eye and saw Lando in his dark blue pajamas, lying next to you, looking good, smelling even better. He brought with himself an aura of comfort that you'd been missing.

"Lando..." your voice was barely audible

"Hey baby, go back to sleep." Lando wrapped his arm around your waist.

"Did you wash your hands?" You replied with your eyes close.

Lando's smirk was obvious from him tone "Yes. I have"

You were really strict on hands being washed after coming inside the house from work or anywhere that wasn't home.

"Touch me more" you pushed yourself towards his arms.

Lando whispered "it's too early baby" and was welcomed with an annoyed noise from the bottom of your throat that you managed to let out in protest.

You turned to face him with your eyes still closed and pushed your face into his neck, almost actually crying, "pleaaasseee"

Lando couldn't say no to you, specially when you were that needy. He rested his cheek on your head and moved his hand under your tshirt to message your back, smiling at the way you put your thigh around him in response.

"I have been missed I see"

The smell of his neck was driving you crazy and you couldn't help but kiss it, trying to contain yourself and not bite or leave marks on it. Lando was moving his hand up and down your back, slowly getting under your sweatpants. Breathing heavier from the kisses you gave him on the sensitive parts of his neck.

"You feel so good. So soft" he moved his hand under your panties to grab your butt and pulled you towards himself more, "I missed you so much baby"

He loved how your body responded to him, you loved how he answered to you without hearing or speaking a word. It all came to naturally to both of you.

Lando pushed your shoulder slightly so that your whole back was resting on the cold sheets, lifting your tshirt to reveal your breasts more, messaging them while kissing your stomach.

He kept kissing your body in a line all the way down to where your pants were placed on your hip. He held on to your pants' waist to pull it down all together with your panties, then came up to look at your flushed face, "I know I kept you waiting for so long" he kissed your lips "but now that you've been..." He kissed your cheek, "...so patient..." he kissed your lips again, "maybe you can..." He kissed you neck, "...wait a little bit more."

And as he looked into your eyes to see your reaction, Lando parted your knees a little bit to touch your naked pussy, gasping from how wet you were. "So wet" he started moving his two fingers around your clit, going up and down, making you feel good.

"Don't come yet" Lando raised his eyebrows in a tease, "not until I say so, okay?"

You, who had already held your breath not to come early, nodded yes.

Lando went down to your legs after leaving a small kiss on your lips, got between your legs and put each one of your knees over his shoulders just to open way for his face to get between your legs. He let out a tiny "yum" and put his mouth on you.

You gasped loud and arched your back from the feeling. His soft, warm tongue against yourself, moving in circles and down to your hole, while his hands reached up to touch your breasts. You let out one loud moan after another, saying Lando's name over and over again.

"Lando...I....I can't do it anymore."

And his tongue was off "uh uh, not yet baby"

Lando moved up to look at you once more, using one hand to hold himself up, "you wanna come?"

A loud, moany "mhmm" was the only thing you could say while trying so hard to focus on not coming. It almost sounded funny.

Lando put two fingers to your lips and you immediately knew to open your mouth, tasting yourself on his fingers.

He then put his now-wet fingers on you again, teasing you like he didn't make you wait for this moment for two weeks already. And while you thought this couldn't get more unbearable, you felt his fingers inside and he was starting to gradually move faster.

"Lando please...plea.."

"Okay, you ready baby?"

You desperately nodded your head

"You can come in 3...2...1"

And you felt like you started to see stars. That long awaited orgasm was worth every second of Lando's annoying tease.

It was 4 in the morning and you were finally calm, happy and in your boyfriend's arms. Life was good

Writing smut is hard I'm trying to improve😭

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mattsjuul · 7 months ago

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GRAVITY. chris sturniolo

༣ summary: chris is on tour and misses his girlfriend .ᐟ ♡

༣ pairing: clingy!reader & tour!chris

༣ warnings: suggestive, just a cute lil oneshot tbh, pet names ( i think only one tho ), long distance ???? idk

༣ authors note ♡: ok i rlly didnt know what to do for this tbh i js wanted to write for chris lol!!!! this MIIIGHT get a pt 2 tho. so twoshot!

you stand in your kitchen, your mind constantly filled with thoughts of your boyfriend while he's off on tour. is he sleeping? maybe he's eating something. i hope he's enjoying it. is he gonna call me? isnt he in new york? thats three hours ahead. three whole hours. so if its six pm here then its... seven... eight.. nine. nine pm there? so is he asleep? i dont know if tour's got him sleepy. gosh. can he call me? i bet he looks so good right now. fuck. then your thoughts are interrupted by a very specific text tone. it's chris! "Hey" "R u busy imy" you read, causing you to almost start jumping for joy in front of your open fridge. although you do a little squeal instead. "definitely not" "call me im begging" you reply. "I like that" he replies, making you giggle to yourself. seconds later, your screen lights up with a picture of chris with a big smile holding your dear friend, madison, 's cat.

"well hellloooo" you answer with a smile far too big. "hey sexy" he smiles back just as much. "i've been waiting for this call" you admit. "yeah? you been thinking about me?" he asks in a cocky tone. but it was lowkey doing things to you. well. highkey. "you'd like that wouldnt you?" you ask. "yeah." he proudly says. "i was actually about to rub one out since im alone. show me your tits" he jokes. "don't tempt me" you giggle. "i mean.. you're free to do whatever you want. you're an adult with free will in your own home" he babbles on. you take a deep breath, honestly debating it. why not? he's seen them pleennttyy of times. more so, touched them plenty of times.

"ya' know." he interrupts your debating. "i've had lots of time to think. especially to think about you. and ya' know, we're never really apart for longer then a week. and it's made me realize that you really hold me down. i feel like i need at least one night with you every week to function. not like night.. i mean one sleep. i feel like it's made me sleep not so well. is that crazy? i'm not making sense. but then also, it'll be like 10 am here and i'll argue with nick or matt and i cant run to you. you'd be asleep and i dont want you to be upset the moment you wake up. i hate this seperation. i hate making you wait.. like what if you stop liking me before i get back. fuck. you're not hanging out with that actor guy you like, right?" he goes ooonnn n on. well boobs wouldnt be too appropriate right now. "okay.. no" you reply for starters. "and i dont think it's crazy. i get it. but you're veeeryyy cute for thinking all this. i love you chris. i miss you so much." i say. "i love you. can i see your boobs?" he asks, a giggle escaping your lips at his very stupid words.

yet you lift your top up, getting a shocked look from chris. "oh.. i like those.. a lot." he says, a big smile on your face as you shake 'em a little. "just.. stay there for a second" he says, seeing him moving around, clearly pulling his sweats down. "join me, yeah?"

a/n: ohhhhh em geeee.... idk if i like this tbh lol. but lmk if u want a part two w phone sex hehe. im sorry its so so short sad face.. i actually rlly liked writing this tho idk. yaaay hope u like :') ♡ lmk if there r any mistakes pls i didnt proof read!!!!!! (im in class..) 🐻‍❄️

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koryvaio · 1 month ago

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"After Hours"

★pairing: jimin × f!reader

★★★ !! WARNINGS !! ★★★ +18!, MDNI!, slight exhibition?, slight dom!jimin?, overstimulation, one night stand, crying (lmk if i missed something)

★synopsis: jimin is your customer. what starts as harmless banter quickly turns into heavy flirting, leading to you riding him in the café’s locker room.

!NOT PROOFREAD!

feedback is very appreciated! ENJOY!!!

"can i get an iced tea?" asked the blonde man from the other side of the counter.

"sure. anything else to go with it?" you ask as a formality. people usually tell the whole order at once, but your boss insists that you ask the customer if they want anything else 'what if they want something else but feel like you're cutting them off and won't continue the order'. nobody thinks that, but you just comply and don't complain (you do complain, quite a lot, actually).

"no, thank you. that's all."

"can i get a name?" you were thinking about how you'd love to scream in your boss' face right now.

"Jimi–," he hesitates and this catches your attention. "Jim," he finally says.

"Ok, Jimi-Jim. This will be 8.99," you chuckle as you place his order. "One iced tea will come right away."

"Jim?" You say waiting for the blonde man to appear in front of you.

"Jim?" you say a little louder this time. The café was not so busy at the time, matter of fact it was almost empty considering it was almost closing time, so he should be able to hear you, yet he was nowhere to be found.

"Jimi-Jim?" you shout this time and he emerges from a seat.

"Sorry, I had my headphones on. I don't like crowded places," he apologises and places a 50 bill in the tip jar.

"Believe it or not, neither do I," you admit. "thank you for the tip. much appreciated!" You smile at him and he returns it easily.

"How come? You work in a crowded place," he takes a seat at the bar.

"Exactly," you respond. "I love my alone time after a long day having to deal with all sorts of people."

"if you put it like that, it makes sense," he concludes. "No wonder why my dad goes straight to sleep sometimes after closing the café. "

"Your dad owns a café and you're buying from the rivals? You're bold," you chuckle.

"can't really be rivals since it's on a different continent," he gives you a witty smile.

"another continent? you're a far way from home, then."

"kind of," he nods.

"are you here on vacation, or..?" After the words leave your mouth you find your question a little nosy and you do a mental face slap.

"sorry, that was nosy of me," you add in a hurry. "you don't need to answer."

"no, it's fine. Don't worry about it. I am just as nosy, if not worse," he grins. "To answer your question, I came here with work."

"How cool! I wish I could travel with my job too."

"it's exciting at first, then it's pretty much routine," he replies.

"I'll have to take your word for it."

he chuckles softly, and as he takes his drink, his fingers brush yours. it’s a little longer than necessary, but not enough to make you think too much about it. then, the smile on his face shifts, almost like he’s debating whether to say what's on his mind or let you be.

"why don't you leave this place? have you ever thought of it?" his voice is quieter now, less playful. he’s leaning in just a little, his gaze lingering on you a bit too long. he waits for your answer, as though measuring something about you.

you scoff. "everyday. but then i remember that i can't live off of dreams and i need money so i end up right behind this counter somehow," you lightly pat the bartop with your hand.

he plants his elbows on the counter, leaning in a little closer. "what if money wasn't a problem. would you leave?"

you raise one eyebrow, a smug grin settling on your face. "why? are you a rich CEO or something looking for a wife?"

a sly smile spread on his face. he didn't expect you to answer like that, but he didn't dislike it. "depends. would you be down for that?"

"sadly, marriage, be it of convenience or not, doesn't fit my idea of fun."

he hums in agreement. "then good thing i am not a rich CEO looking for a marriage of convenience, i guess."

"then what do you do for a living that implies this much travelling that you got tired of it?"

he remains silent, but not the uncomfortable kind. his gaze lingers, searching your face for something, debating whether he should answer or not. right when you think he is about to tell you, someone from behind him asks you for a lemonade. you take a quick glance at the clock on the wall behind you just to make sure you had time before closing.

"anything else with it?"

the woman shakes her head and before taking her drink from you she hands you a 20 bill, letting you keep the change.

you glance at the empty café, then back at him. "you know, technically we're closed. yet... i haven't asked you to leave."

he leans back in his chair, eyes never leaving yours. "oh, so i am special?"

"let's just say you have piqued my curiosity."

"does that happen often? customers piquing your curiosity, i mean," he raises one eyebrow.

"not really," you say, maintaining eyecontact. "but then again, most of them don't make cryptic offers, nor do i allow them to stay past closing."

"so i am special," he grins, shifting in his chair.

"you don't meet a young, potential sugar daddy every day," you shoot back, tossing him a wink before taking off your apron and draping it over a hook behind the counter.

he watches your movements, head tilting slightly. "so.. what happens now? was that your subtle way of kicking me out?"

you lean over the counter, mirroring his smile. "would you rather we hang out in a closed café for the rest of the evening?"

he leans in, your faces now a few breaths away. "are you offering something better?"

"i was hoping you'd tell me. you're the one who likes making cryptic offers and loitering after hours, remember?" you tease him.

he chuckles. "silly me. i thought you just enjoyed my company."

"who said i don't? you're so charming I'm breaking protocol to watch you sip iced-tea," you chuckle, undoing your ponytail, letting your hair fall on your shoulders.

"argh," his eyes norrow, carefully watching your movements. "so all it took was a littile flirting and a generous tip?"

"please!" you snort. "if that were true I'd have a queue at the door and no time to watch you graciously sip your drink."

he hums, low and amused. "if it's not the tip, the only other option is my undeniable charm."

"along with questionable intentions," you add.

"questioable intentions you say?" he chuckles under his breath.

"curiosity does that to a girl, you know?"

"careful. curiosity is known for getting people into trouble."

you scoff amused. "so can staying in a closed café with a stranger."

"good thing you don't strike me as being afraid of a little trouble," he pauses, leaning against the counter. "at least as long as you're in control," his voice is low, and his eyes don't leave yours. not even for a moment.

"there's a balance, though. but you look like the kind of trouble I'd enjoy," your lips twitch, just shy of a smile.

"Cheeky."

"takes one to know one," you reply, leaning over the counter again, closing the distance between you.

he grins. "if i didn't know any better, I'd think you were trying to out flirt me."

your gaze flickers from his eyes to his lips, then back to his eyes. "and what if i am, Jimi-Jim? what will you do about it?"

his smirk falters for a split second, letting you know you unsettled him. "it's jimin, not Jimi-Jim. and I'm also torn on what to do."

you raise an eyebrow, amused. "torn? why?"

"i didn't take you for such a tease," he replies. his voice is lower than before.

"you don't know me."

"that can change," he says, his hand brushing over yours on the counter. "if you want to," he adds.

his touch is electric, sending shivers through your whole body. you lean in a bit closer, your breath softly grazing his face. his scent fills the space left between you. "i thought i made it clear when i let you stay after hours. but are you sure you're up to this, jimin?"

his lips curl into a smile, gaze locked onto your lips. "i thought you were already aware of my questionable intentions."

"oh," you pause. "so they are questionable?"

"if you want them to be."

"i see," you shortly say before crashing your lips onto his. he's a bit surprised, but he is quick to take control. his hand is now on the back of your head, tangled in your hair, tilting your head the right way so he can deepen the kiss. You tug at the collar of his shirt before pulling back, breathless "You're not the only one who has questionable intentions," you murmur against his mouth.

he kisses you again. less sloppy this time, his tongue teasing yours before sliding in without hesitation. his grip on your hair tightens, just enough to make your breath catch.

"you started this," he whispers against your lips. "don't get shy on me now."

you don't reply. instead you curl your fingers into the collar of his shirt and tug, dragging him to your side of the bar. he doesn't resist, his eyes locked on yours as he follows. his hands quickly find your waist, tracing the shape of you like he's trying to memorise it. his knee slowly nudges between yours, and you part them without hesitation, inviting him in.

with one smooth motion he lifts you on the countertop and your legs wrap tightly around his waist, pulling him closer.

"fuck–," he hisses looking at the windows. "can people see inside this place?"

"no, high-end clientèle," you murmur against his neck. " tinted windows."

"good," he says, voice low and rough. he grabs a handful of your hair, tilting your head as he places wet kisses from the corner of your mouth down to your collarbone.

your hands quietly slide under his shirt, exploring his warm skin, tracing the lines on his stomach, slowly lifting the shirt to expose his abdomen. your expedition comes to a halt when his hand catches your wrist, stopping it in place. "as much as I'd love to take you on this bartop," his voice is low, needy, but steady still. "i think my hotel room would be much more suitable. no risk of getting caught and better lighting," he pauses, brushing his lips against yours. "i want to see you."

"spoilsport," you scoff. "but you've got a point," you unwrap your legs from around his waist. "just let me grab my bag from my locker, it will only take a minute."

you slide off the counter, fixing your shirt before you walk off to grab your things. you know he's following you even before you hear the soft pad of his boots echoing against the tiled floor. the door clicks open and the locker room is quiet and faintly scented with coffee and vanilla. you take your bag that was left in a hurry on the couch and put it on your shoulder.

when you turn to face him, you see him shutting the locker's door behind him. "what are you doing?" you question him, raising an eyebrow.

"i realised patience has never been one of my virtues," he says, tilting his head slightly before closing the distance between you.

"clearly you've wasted all your patience on that iced tea."

"you're also a big tease. doesn't help my case," his lips ghost over yours.

you let your bag fall on the floor, arms sliding around his neck. "you call that teasing? oh, hon–" before you can finish your sentence his lips crash onto yours. his hands settle on your waist and pull you closer so gracefully like he's done this a milion times before.

he slowly walks back, guiding you with him. the small couch bumps the back of his knees and he sinks on it, his hands sliding to the back of your thighs, pulling you into him. you straddle his lap, caging him between your legs.

his hands slide up, undoing the buttons of your shirt with practiced ease. one by one he parts them, his fingers brushing your skin, giving you goosebumps. he is clearly satisfied with the way your body reacts judging by his smug grin. he leans in, lips ghosting over your neck. then, he kisses the dip just above your collarbone as he slowly pushes the straps of your bra down your arms.

once you're completely naked from the waist up he leans back slightly just to take you in. "you have no idea what you're doing to me," he mouths, the words barely audible.

you press yourself down onto the obvious bulge in his pants, slow and deliberate."i might have," you say with a wicked smile.

"shit," he hisses. "don't do that again unless you want me to fuck you numb," he warns you.

you tsk and put a finger over his plush lips. "big talk. I just hope you fuck as good as you brag."

he smiles against your finger. his hand wraps around your wrist gently pulling it away from his mouth, but only after he kisses the pad of your fingertip.

he looks up at you, his eyes dark, full of lust. "never had anyone complain about my performance," he pauses. "in my book it doesn't count as bragging if it's true."

you lean in, hands on his chest, your lips just a breath away. "that is for me to decide."

"feisty," he says, his nose nudging yours.

your hands slide down to the hem of his shirt. he lifts his arms and his shirt is now lying somewhere on the floor behind you.

you graze the corner of his lips, but do not quite kiss him. "you haven't seen anything yet." then, you roll your hips against his, slowly. his grip tightens on your thighs, keeping you in place for a moment while he's catching his breath.

"you keep doing that, and you can kiss 'walking' goodbye," he says, clenching his jaw.

"Lucky me, I'm off tomorrow," you tease him, continuing your torturous pace as his hands guide you.

he lets his head fall back on the couch. "You're gonna be the death of me," he mutters.

you lean in and you can feel his hands on your ass now. "then die happy," you whisper against his ear. He groans, it's a low and needy sound. and for the first time you see his facade crack when he bucks up into you, unable to hold back anymore.

he places wet, open-mouthed kisses on the swell of your breasts, taking his time. his lips close around one nipple, sucking on it, making wet, sloppy sounds while his fingers caress the other, pinching it and rolling it between his fingerstips.

he pulls away slightly, letting you catch your breath. then, his other hand slides from your ass to the waistband of your trousers, undoing the button. "lift for me, baby," he tells you, not quite as a request.

you lift your hips and he tugs them down, dragging your underwear along with them with one swift motion. you lock eyes with him, and without a word, your fingers find his belt buckle and start undoing it. a smile curls on your lips as you pop the button on his jeans and drag them down along with his boxers, letting them pool at his feet.

as you straighten up he reaches for his scattered jeans and his hand slips into his back pocket before pulling out a condom. his gaze stays on you as the thin foil touches his lips, his teeth reaping it open with ease.

he holds it out to you between two fingers, one eyebrow raised. "will you?"

"lay back," you say while taking the condom from his hand. you sink lower and he doesn't hesitate to obey your demand. your touch is light, letting anticipation hang heavy between you as you slowly roll it on. his jaw clenches and you can tell that he has little to no self control left.

you settle over him again, hands on his chest to steady yourself. his left hand grips your hip firmly while with the other he guides himself through your folds slowly, teasing you until you can barely stand it so you groan, frustrated.

"you alright up there?" he smirks, eyes gleaming with mischief.

"would be if you'd get down to busin–," you don't get to finish. he suddenly slips into you without a warning reducing your sentence to a sharp gasp.

he stills, letting you adjust. "not so mouthy now, huh?"

"don't get ahead of your—, fuck!" his hips snap up roughly, cutting you off and pulling a hitched cry from your lips. "motherfucker." you cuss him under your breath.

"there she is," he grins. "i thought i fucked the wit out of you for a second," he sets a rough pace, each thrust hitting a deeper spot than the last, but your body meets his with a desperate need making the filthy sound of skin against skin echo through the small locker room.

he slows down and right when you're about to tell him to go faster he grabs the back of your thighs as he stands up. your legs instinctively wrap around his waist and you barely have time to gasp before your back hits the cool wood of the door. "thought you had control over the situation?" he mocks you, his lips ghosting over your neck.

he pushes you harder against the door, the sensation sending a jolt through your body. his thrusts become rougher and more intense making you whimper, but he is unmoved by your whiny pleas. he then bites down your shoulder, not enough to hurt, but hard enough to make sure it will leave a mark. his lips then carefully caress the spot as if to soothe what he just claimed, but there was no mercy in the way he fucked you against that door.

his hand firmly grips your chin just enough to tilt your face towards him. "look at me while i ruin you," he says, breathless, but still smug. his forehead presses against yours and each swing of his hips pulls out sounds you didn't know you could make.

a wicked smirk tugs at his lips as he watches you fall apart around him, and feels the way you tighten. "that's it," he murmurs. "i want you to think of this moment everytime you step foot in this locker."

your vocabulary norrows to one word besides whimpers and broken moans–"jimin."

"that's right, baby. say it again," his voice is low and commanding, nothing like the flirty tone he used earlier. "louder," he adds with a sharp thrust that makes your breath catch.

that was the final nail in the coffin. all the heat coiled up in your belly snaps as your body trembles, walls clenching around him. he curses under his breath losing the rhythm for a moment before snapping out of it. his thrusts become desperate, reckless and so rough that they make tears prick at the corner of your eyes.

"fuck!" his voice cracks as he follows you over the edge, groaning against your neck.

he slows down, forehead against yours, catching his breath. seeing how wrecked you were his gaze softens. "are you ok?" he nudges your nose with his.

"mhm," you nod.

"are you up for another one, or was this too much?" he asks, searching your face for any flicker of doubt.

you don't reply, not verbally; instead, you kiss him. taking the hint, he carries you back to the couch and settles you on it, not breaking the kiss.

he pulls back slightly, just enough to discard the used condom as he reaches for another one in his scattered jeans. with a quick rip of the foil he rolls it on.

"still with me?" he asks, leaning back in.

your eyes meet his and you nod, reassuring him.

"good." he settles himself between your legs, hands hooking under your knees, pushing them back until you're open and entirely his.

this time he is more tender, taking his time. his hand caressing your cheek as he kisses your chest.

even though he seems so tender, his thrusts are anything but. they're deep and rough, making your breath catch every time.

he looks up at you, his eyes full of mischief as a wicked smirk tugs at his lips. "seeing you catch your breath every time i slide in.." he hovers over you, lips grazing your ear. "almost as good as the mess you leave behind when i'm done."

then, without a warning, he grabs both of your wrists, pinning them above your head, making you whimper quietly.

"look at you," he mocks you. "aren't you a squeaky, needy, little thing? you spent the entire evening pretending to have control," his lips brush yours. "but you love giving it up, don't you?"

you try to shake your head, to deny what he just said, a desperate attempt to hold on to whatever was left of your pride, but he thrusts harder. defeated, the only thing that you manage to get out is a broken moan.

"yeah," he mutters, watching your reslove melt. "that's what i thought." after proving his point he lets go of your wrists, his hand tracing lines from the swell of your breats down to your stomach then down to your sensitive spot. your body arches under his. he circles lazily, knowing exactly what he is doing.

"you're so fucked out already," he groans, deliberately slowing down to mess with you.

you can barely breathe, let alone speak, but the desperate clench of your body gives you away.

"i know you're tired, baby, but i know you've got one more in you. don't you? let me make you feel good," he pleas, kissing the corner of your mouth. "turn around for me."

your limbs feel boneless, but you obey. chest pushed into the cushions as you do. the moment you grip the armrest he's behind you. one hand grabbing your hip, the other one sliding up your spine tangling in your hair and pulling it gently.

"good girl."

he slides back inside you with a single, brutal thrust that knocks the air out of your lungs, feeling him even deeper like this.

"fuck, just look at you.." he girts, watching the way your body takes him.

he doesn't pull your hair hard, just enough to make your head tilt back so he can lean in, breath hot against your ear. "taking me so well....still think you were ever in control?"

you let out something between a moan and a laugh, not able to make out the clap back he's clearly baiting you for. your finger clutch the armrest tighter, feeling the waves building up again.

he presses a kiss on your shoulder, the contrast between the bite he left earlier and the gentleness now not lost on you. "almost there, baby," he encourages you. "one more."

your back arches and moans never stop leaving your mouth. he keeps whispering sweet nothings in your ear, feeling you clenching around him.

"fuck, you're driving me insane." you tremble beneath him, every nerve alight, every sound a raw confession. his hot breath fans across your neck as his hips continue their relentless pace.

with one last deep thrust he has you moaning his name as you come undone, feeling your desperate pulsing and clenching he is quick to follow, losing himself in you.

he collapses right beside you, lacing his fingers with yours. "excellent customer service. i will definitely become a regular," he smirks, kissing your temple.

you smile in response, too spent to bicker with him right now.

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roosterforme · 11 months ago

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Yours Truly, Bradley Bradshaw Part 24 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley intended to take care of a few important things while he had the week off from work, but a quick visit to base brought with it a change of plans.

Warnings: Angst, fluff, adult language, smut, very hands-on Bradley, spanking, 18+

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female teacher!Reader

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The following day, instead of dressing in a uniform or flight suit, Bradley pulled on jeans and a tropical print shirt while he watched you get yourself ready for work.

"You look cute," he murmured as you wiggled into a dress and some simple flats. "And I like it that you're officially living here now instead of just staying for a few days."

"The commute is not ideal," you told him immediately. "But this is." You placed your hand on his abs before giving him the sweetest kiss that left him soft inside. "This is ideal."

Fuck. He was so in love it was insane. As soon as he was back in your presence for a few hours, having sex and eating pasta, he could barely remember how miserable he'd been on that deployment. It was like nothing else mattered as long as he kept coming back to you.

"Let me pack your lunch," he whispered, tilting your chin up for another one of those kisses. Then he was on his way to the kitchen before he could make you late for school. Before he got home, you filled the refrigerator with everything he liked to eat, and he inhaled two yogurts and some peanut butter toast while he made your sandwich.

The notes you opened from the box he sent were on the kitchen counter, and he smiled. Nat covered for him big time on Christmas Eve so he could make that happen. He was excited to get to see her when he stopped by North Island, but he had to get you to work first.

"You don't need to drop me off. It's so far out of the way," you told him as you appeared with your tote bag. "I'll drive myself."

When he pouted, you laughed. "Come on, Gorgeous. I want to. I need to stop on base anyway."

"Oh, can you remind Marty and Nat about Career Day?" you asked, holding your bag open for your lunch.

"Nat's coming, too? You'll have the whole of the Navy there, Baby."

"The kids would love that."

Bradley narrowed his eyes. "As long as I'm still the favorite."

"You're irreplaceable," you promised.

You weren't exaggerating one bit when you said the commute was a killer. Bradley hummed along to the radio and held your hand, barely making it through the Starbucks drive-thru line and up to your school before the last minute that you needed to be there.

"I love you. Bye," you told him, kissing him quickly before jumping out the passenger door and running up the sidewalk with your enormous drink in one hand. He was absolutely addicted to the coffee now as well, and after he was sure you made it inside, he sipped his own cup as he drove back down the highway.

It was strange to be going through the guard gates this late in the morning, and when he approached the hangar in his street clothes, he heard Nat's voice and sassy whistle immediately.

"Looking good, Rooster. Did you forget to do your laundry? Did you forget what time work started while you were deployed?" she called, and he made a point to mess up her hair when she gave him a tight hug. "You're the worst."

"I missed you too, Nat," he told her with a laugh. "Thanks for looking after my girl."

She shrugged and said, "I'm always in the market for drinking wine and talking about you behind your back. Plus, she's actually great. Hanging out with her is the best."

"Yeah," he replied, laughing harder. "That's why I want to do it all the time. I intend to do it forever."

One of her dark eyebrows shot up, and she smirked as she said, "Like forever, forever?"

He ducked his head and cleared his throat. "Yeah, but engagement rings are expensive." Natasha screeched and punched him in the shoulder. "Why are you like this?" he asked as she smacked him several times and jumped around excitedly.

Bradley was saved from being attacked when Maverick walked in with his familiar clipboard in hand and a frown on his face. "Phoenix, you're supposed to be in the tower. Rooster, welcome back. Why aren't you dressed?"

"My vacation days got approved," Bradley replied as Natasha quietly crept away. "I'm off the rest of the week. Didn't anyone tell you?"

"It's probably in my emails." Maverick's frown faded away as he pulled Bradley in for a hug. "I was a little worried for a minute there that you'd end up back in Norfolk." He slapped him on the back. "If you're off all week, why are you here?"

Bradley chuckled. "I just wanted to see everyone. Like you said, I was a little worried about Norfolk, too."

Maverick eyed him closely. "And did I hear you say something about an engagement ring?"

It wasn't like there was anything to hide. Bradley figured it was pretty obvious to everyone by now that his relationship with you was the real deal. Hell, Maverick even compared it to his own parents. "Yeah, I'm going to buy one this month. I just need to juggle some finances around to make sure I can get her something really pretty. But I'm going to start looking today."

A slow nod turned into a beaming smile, and then Maverick said, "Before you do anything, I have something you might want to know about."

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You were dead on your feet at work. Staying up half the night making love and snuggling left you with a smile on your face, but you couldn't stop yawning. Your students noticed right away as you drained your coffee and groaned when the bell rang signaling the start of class.

"Did you have a hard time sleeping?" Jayden asked.

"A little bit," you replied, remembering the way you had to keep pinching yourself to make sure Bradley's strong arm wrapped around you all night was real.

"Was there a loud noise that kept you up?" Nia asked.

You tried not to snort as you thought about Bradley's moans and grunts in your ear as he fucked you from behind. "Something like that. It's time to review our spelling words."

Even though you insisted that Bradley didn't need to drive you to work, he did, and he promised he'd be back right on time to pick you up at the end of the day. But he was such a liar. He arrived at your classroom fifteen minutes before dismissal time with rosy cheeks and eighteen envelopes.

"Lieutenant Bradshaw's here!" Nia called out when your boyfriend knocked on the door before slipping inside.

He made a beeline right to you, placing a rather innocent kiss on your cheek. "I hope you don't mind, but I wanted to drop these off," he said, holding up the envelopes. The top one had Jackie's name on it, and your heart soared. Butterflies took off. You had to work really hard not to kiss him again.

"We don't mind," you told him, and you watched him pass out the individual notes he must have written for your students while he was deployed. All eyes were on him as he walked around your classroom, delivering envelopes and answering questions.

"When did you get home from the Atlantic Ocean?"

"Was the food good on the aircraft carrier?"

"Are you coming back for Career Day on Friday?"

Bradley took everything in stride like he always did, but his eyes returned to yours frequently, and his flushed cheeks left you feeling dizzy.

"I got home yesterday," he said, voice deep and commanding as he set the last of his envelopes down on Violet's desk. "The food was terrible. So bad. Nothing like the Pacific Fleet. Nowhere near as good as what you ate on your field trip to North Island. I'm thinking about writing a letter to complain."

"You should," Violet told him seriously. "Yummy, balanced meals are so important."

"You're so right," he replied with a nod. "And yes, I'll be back on Friday for Career Day. Your teacher worked so hard on it, I wouldn't miss it for anything." You were gripping the edge of your desk now as he smiled at you.

"I didn't know you were allowed to wear anything except your uniforms," marveled Oliver.

Bradley looked down at his patterned shirt and laughed. "Should I stick with the flight suit for Friday?"

Then the dismissal bell rang, and your kids started to scramble. You usually had them packed up and ready to go a few minutes early, but Bradley was clearly more exciting than the end of the school day.

"Don't forget about the spelling test tomorrow!" you called out as they all exited the room in a mass of chaos after high fiving your boyfriend. "Thanks for surprising us," you said as you spun to face him.

"Thanks for being so perfect that I can't stay away from you."

Your cheeks blazed with warmth as you ducked against his chest. Muscular arms wrapped you up in a hug as you muttered, "Did you remind Natasha and Marty about Friday?"

"Mmhmm."

"And did you get to see Maverick?"

He paused before squeezing you a little tighter and kissing the top of your head. "Uh, yes. I did. Now will you let me take you home so I can get back to my busy schedule of eating delicious food, napping and fucking you senseless?"

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Bradley spent the following day unpacking more of your stuff while you were at work. You had all these fancy things he needed to make room for. Like an air fryer. And a rice cooker. Things he would have never used otherwise, but he didn't mind having them here now.

He took breaks to read from the journal you kept while he was away, often smiling and laughing at what you'd written in your daily log. It was no wonder he fell in love with you through your writing; you were just the same as you were in person and so authentic this way. Then he read about the day you helped Edith with some chores, and he sprawled out on the couch with a groan.

You were the sweetest thing in his life. One time, Vanessa told him that Edith was annoying and only wanted attention. He rolled his eyes then, and he rolled them again now. She was elderly. Of course she wanted attention. But Bradley knew she also had arthritis, and helping her with yard work was fast and painless for him. He couldn't imagine you saying anything like that.

Bradley slipped into a hazy daydream, thinking about how he wanted to propose to you as his feet hung over the end of the couch. He wasn't going to last long now, and he knew it. Not with that ring tucked away in a Zip-lock bag which was duct taped underneath the bathroom sink vanity behind the pipes. If nothing else, he knew it was there, and he could rip it down any time he felt like asking you to marry him, but he wanted it to be special. Really special.

Maybe he could write something for you. Maybe he should take you out to dinner again. There had to be a way to make it just right so you couldn't say no.

After a few more minutes of indulging in the fantasy of having you as his wife, he stood up and attempted to use the air fryer to make lunch. Pretty soon he gave up and made a sandwich instead before walking next door to knock on Edith's door.

"Bradley!" she said, pulling the door open for him. "You're home. Your girlfriend told me you were deployed earlier this month."

"I just got back on Monday. A little bruised, but no worse for the wear," he told her with a smile. "I wanted to see if you needed help with anything."

"Oh, your sweet girlfriend already changed my light bulbs for me," she told him. Then she lowered her voice and smirked. "She's a looker."

"Yeah," he confirmed with a nod. "She's Gorgeous. She also moved in with me, so if I'm not home and you need something, you can always ask her, okay?"

Edith fretted her hands, and Bradley leaned back out the open front door, knowing she wouldn't agree to his help unless she paid him in some way. Truthfully, he really did feel like playing the piano anyway. "It looks like you've got some weeds that need to be pulled, and your downspout is loose again. How about you think of a cool song to teach me, and I'll be back in like fifteen minutes?"

He ducked outside before she could answer, but he could hear her tapping away at the piano keys as he yanked some dried up weeds out of the soft soil. While he worked, he pictured the sheet music that Edith kept stacked up inside the piano bench, and he started to come up with an idea. The more he thought about the pages stacked up in his own house, the more he liked his plan.

He was all smiles when he sat down for her to teach him how to play a Bob Dylan classic, and he was still whistling the tune when he went to pick you up from work.

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On Thursday night, Bradley had you snuggling on top of him on the couch when you should have really been going over your final plans for Career Day. "You are such a distraction," you whispered, arms and legs wrapped up with his to keep warm since you were wearing nothing but his old sweatshirt.

His fingers flexed on the back of your thigh as he smirked and turned his head to face you instead of the TV. "And you're the best for helping me relax all week." His breath was warm on your cheek, and he kissed you there, saying, "Don't stress about tomorrow. It'll be perfect."

You nuzzled your cheek against his shoulder. "I still have to put all of my guests in order. I need to schedule the most impressive presentation last, for the grand finale."

"Okay, so put me last then, Gorgeous."

You grinned and tried not to giggle. "I was actually thinking Marty."

Bradley's hand slid up from your thigh, smoothing over your butt, and you knew what was coming even before you clenched with need. Bradley smacked you one time, and you moaned as he soothed away the sting with his palm. You were instantly aroused, fingers tingling and ears burning. Bradley's dark eyes were wide, searching your face, questioning what he should do next. When you nodded once, he grunted, and that big hand landed on you again, breaking the silence.

"Fuck," you gasped, rear end stinging as Bradley cupped and squeezed you, pulling you a few inches up his body so he could kiss you. His cock was getting hard in his gym shorts, pressing against your belly, driving you wild.

"You like that?" he whispered between heated kisses, but you barely wanted to take the time to breathe.

"Yes," you replied, mouth mashing against his. Both of his hands came up to your waist, yanking the sweatshirt over your head and dropping it on the floor. Then your lips were back on his as you moaned into his mouth.

The sex had been so sweet since he got home, and neither of you could be blamed for wanting so much of it after going so long without. But this was something else. Bradley's fingers dug into your flesh, and his kisses were rough. Demanding. You spread your legs a little wider, arching your back, silently begging for him to spank you again.

He did not disappoint.

You were aching, whining his name, enthralled by the cocky smirk on his face and the possessiveness in his eyes. "You want more, Gorgeous?" he asked, voice dark as his smirk grew. When you nodded vigorously, he kissed your lips so softly before he said, "You'll schedule me last for Career Day? I think it's where I belong, since I'm the most impressive."

Oh my god. He was playing with you now. You knew he wasn't actually jealous of Marty or Nat or any of the classroom parents, but he knew that you knew that your students would always think he was the most impressive. You would, too.

When you tried to kiss him, he pulled his face away from yours as he stroked your tender rear end with his fingertips. "Yes," you promised, "I'll put you last. You're the most impressive."

"Good girl."

You gasped as he spanked you one more time, then he kissed you before pushing you up so you were straddling his thighs. When he yanked down his gym shorts, you were treated to the sight of his cock, thick and hard, smacking against his abs.

"Clearly I think you're impressive," he grunted, licking his thumb before running it along your swollen clit. It took no more coaxing before you had your hand wrapped around his cock, guiding him right where you wanted. You sank down on him, already a mess as he thrust up into you, hard.

"Bradley!" His hands were on your breasts, cupping you as he bucked his hips up again.

"Look at you," he rasped, fucking you rough while his hands were gentle. You bounced up and down, bracing yourself awkwardly on the too small couch. "Where do you want me to touch you?" he asked, eyes glued on your face and body. "Show me."

Without hesitation, you wrapped your fingers around his right wrist and moved his hand back to your butt. "A little more," you told him, voice shaking as he fucked you so good. Then he spanked you again and again, and you could feel it everywhere as you cried out.

It was too much and not enough, and you bit your lip as he alternated between soothing you and spanking you until you were shaking, orgasm building. "Baby, you look and feel too good like this," he whined, wrapping his hands around your hips. "I'm so close."

But you were already there. You came as you leaned down and kissed him, those big hands sliding up, stroking your shoulders and neck as gently as you were used to while your ass tingled. You were making some wild sounds as you rode him until he filled you with his cum, then the two of you were panting in unison as your forehead came to rest against his.

You could feel him smiling, mustache brushing your lips as he said, "That was fun. Didn't know you would like it so much."

You moaned and said, "I'm as surprised as you are. And I'll put you last tomorrow. You're the grand finale. Obviously."

"Obviously," he agreed. "Just keep in mind, I'll be more than happy to spank you when you give me a hard time like that again." His lips found the side of your neck, his cock was still inside you as he murmured, "Got it?"

"Oh, loud and clear."

He chuckled, nipping along your skin as your butt throbbed a bit. You didn't want to move, but his stomach started loudly growling. Carefully, you started to sit up, brushing your fingers through his hair as you said, "It's been hours since you ate. Let's find something in the kitchen."

When you stood on wobbly legs, Bradley stayed lounging on the couch, guiding you and turning you so he could place one soft kiss on the spot on your butt where he had spanked you. Then he got to his feet as well, picked up the sweatshirt, and put it back on you.

He kissed the back of your neck and told you he never wanted to leave you again while you made him a grilled cheese sandwich. "Love you too much," he muttered, hand on your thigh as his leg brushed your tender rear end.

You thought about the weeks he was deployed without communication and how awful it was, but this right here was worth it. Making love in bed and rough sex on the couch. Learning what makes each other tick and sharing meals and enjoying how good it feels to have him hold you. All worth it.

When the sandwich was ready, you cut it into four triangles and took a small bite out of one before holding it up for him to eat it. "Thanks, Baby," he whispered, finishing it in one bite before you fed him the second one and then the third in similar fashion. He was finishing the last piece when he wrapped his arms around you and said, "Okay, Gorgeous, now I'm ready to help you get organized for Career Day before bed."

You laughed. "I just need to write a few things down and pick out an outfit."

"Oh. I wouldn't wear anything too tight," he suggested, smirking once more. "You're about to be sore tomorrow."

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Okay, Maverick. Okay. Career Day is up next, and I need something nice to be there for Marty. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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rookamell · 8 months ago

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Just Sweet Enough

Pairing: Lucanis x f!Rook

Summary: Rewrite of the relationship lock in scene

Notes: I need them to kiss here and I need it to be sweet and this happened. Bioware please hire me to write a dlc for u I'll do it for free I swear. Spite dialogue in italics.

"Emmrich, I need your help."

Emmrich looked up from the tome he'd been reading. A fascinating history on Arlathan that Bellara had thought he might enjoy.

"Lucanis," he said jovially, glad to see the man was feeling better, looking slightly more rested.

"Rook told me about your little fade expedition," he said. "Is there something amiss?"

He'd ached to go and ask Lucanis and Spite about exactly what had been going on with them, but Rook had told him not to. Told him to let them get some rest, so he'd settled for grilling her about it instead, until she'd been all but falling asleep on his shoulder.

He did think sometimes she indulged him a bit too much.

"No," Lucanis said, pulling Emmrich back to the present, "I think we've... reached an agreement. Somehow."

We have. A deal. Spite sounded different. Not happy, persay, but... Emmrich struggled to think of a word for it.

Determined?

The younger man's hand went to the back of his neck.

"With Rook's help, no doubt," Emmrich said. "Remarkable young woman."

"She is," Lucanis said, and Emmrich did not miss the way his voice softened when he did.

"That is... actually what I wanted to talk to you about," he said. He gestured at the couch next to Emmrich.

"Of course, my dear boy, sit!" He scooted over slightly. It was his favourite place to sit, beneath the astrolabe in the library. Oh, he could spend hours on that couch, provided Manfred brought him enough tea.

"Is something the matter with Rook?" He asked.

"No," Lucanis said quickly. "No, nothing is the matter, not that she has told me. I just... want to..." he trailed off, his hands clenching into fists on his lap.

Faintly, Emmrich could hear Spite talking.

Thoughts are too loud when he thinks of her. Feel. Too much. Honey and lightning and home. He's stupid.

"I want to do something for her," he said finally, quietly.

"And I'm sorry to ask you, but Davrin would talk to me in hunting metaphors as if they are even remotely the same thing, Bellara would start talking about something else entirely, and Neve wouldn't know about any of this if it stabbed her in the neck."

Emmrich supressed a grimace. An accurate summary of their travelling companions, if a tad unsympathetic.

"She is- she deserves- " he sighed, he ran a hand across his face in defeat.

"Well, then," Emmrich said, taking pity on him, putting a hand on Lucanis's shoulder. "I'm sure she'd be delighted. If it came from you."

"But that is the problem," he said, almost panicked. "I am an assassin, Emmrich. All I know is death. What could I ever possibly do for her?"

He looked down at his hands, open now in his lap.

"How could I ever thank her for... " he closed his eyes, blew a long breath out of his nose.

Emmrich thought about it for a moment. Oh, there was no question that young Rook was infatuated with him, and he with her. No question at all. But how could they prove it to each other? To themselves?

"Hmmm," he hummed as he thought, and then an idea came to him.

"Surely," he said, his brows raising innocently, "You can think of one other thing you might be good at?"

Lucanis looked at him, lost. Emmrich almost laughed at him.

Good at making. To eat! Slice things! BURN THINGS! HA!

"I think Spite has the right of it, there," he said with a grin. "Sort of."

"Cooking?" Lucanis asked. "You think I should cook her something?"

"I think our Rook has a lot of worries," he said. "I think that she would appreciate someone taking the time to think of her, and do something special. Romance, or whatever you would like to call it, Lucanis, is about the small details."

"I know that," Lucanis replied. "But cooking? I cook every day. Almost every day."

"Do you make something with her in mind? Something to bring her some comfort? It's no small thing, making a meal for someone."

Lucanis sat for a moment, frowning at the floor in front of him, then his expression lifted.

"Emmrich," he said, grinning, "I think you might be right. I'll see you at dinner."

We go to Burn Things! For Rook!

He stood and walked to the door, then turned with his hand on the handle.

"You wouldn't... happen to know a dessert that pairs well with coffee, would you?"

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Lucanis was just adding the last sprinkle of chopped hazelnuts to the torte when the door opened.

"Rook!" He said, his voice pitched too high. He cleared his throat.

Oh, mierda. He should have put someone outside the door to keep her away. Spite should have told him she was coming. Damned demon.

"Lucanis?" She said uncertainly, frowning at him. She walked toward the kitchen, and he tried to stand in front of the stove so she wouldn't see what he was making.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I was... hungry?" she said, one eyebrow lifting.

"I wanted to see if someone had started on dinner already. What are we having?"

She peered over his shoulder, and he could see her expression change as she beheld the pot, smelled the contents and connected the two things. He'd realised when he'd started cooking that he'd never made anything special for her before. It was always other people asking him for things. Katchapouri for Neve, spiced rices for Taash, turnips for Harding.

She never asked for anything, not even her mother's rabbit stew. It was Orlesian, she'd said, and the library had helpfully provided him a recipe.

A part of him felt ashamed, because it was such a small thing, the simplest thing he'd cooked since getting here, but he'd been so busy thinking about Illario, and Caterina, and Minrathous that he hadn't thought about what it might mean to her to have something from home.

A different part, a bigger part, the part that her presence in his life had woken up, that part was determined to make it up to her, no matter what.

"Wait..." she said slowly, her eyebrows lifting in surprise, "Is that...?"

"You said it was your favourite," he said, and he couldn't help that his voice became soft as he said it.

"In a passing comment weeks ago," she said, shaking her head. His heart broke when she looked at him, because there was disbelief on her face, as if he wouldn't remember everything she'd ever said to him. As if he'd dare forget any little thing that added up to who she was.

"You remembered?" She asked, her dimples appearing as she smiled. Her voice was so small and fragile that he almost couldn't bear it.

"Of course," he said, trying for a grin. "And a hazelnut torte for dessert. It pairs well with the coffee you like."

"You- " she stopped, shook her head. "You made all of this for me?"

"There is enough for everyone," he said, trying for levity. Immediately, he knew it was the wrong thing to say. She wilted slightly.

Wrong, wrong, wrong! It made her smaller!

Of course he felt like saying something now, Lucanis thought, annoyed. More at himself.

"Well," she said, and he heard how she tried to hide how much it meant to her, crossing her arms in front of her chest like a shield. Mierda, he didn't want her to hide anything from him, ever again.

"As long as they're fine with having my favourite meal."

"They won't complain."

She was quiet for a moment, frowning at the stove.

"You didn't have to do anything special for me," she finally said, quietly.

You are. Making it. WORSE. Make it. BETTER.

"Yes, I did," he said quickly, and she looked back at him. Maker's blood, he was listening to a demon tell him how to talk to her. He wasn't used to this, to holding something as fragile as her heart. "I still don't know how to apologize for... everything."

And there was so much to apologize for. To thank her for.

"And you- "

"You made Orlesian stew, and dessert," she said, cutting him off because she knew, of course she knew he didn't know how he wanted to finish that sentence. She gave him a grin that punched straight through his chest. Mierda, she was still trying to make him feel better.

"Just for me."

"It's nothing," he said, earnestly. Just then, Emmrich's idea felt decidedly laclustre. He felt decidedly laclustre.

"Or, not enough."

"It is."

Her smile was soft. Soft enough that he almost believed it when she said,

"And you are."

And you are.

Then her grin turned more crooked, her eyes sparking with mischief.

"And I'm perhaps too easily bribed by sweets."

"I'll... keep that in mind," he said, smiling back. He realised he could stare at her forever, if she let him. He also realised he'd been doing it too long, and quickly cleared his throat.

"Thank you, Rook," he managed after a moment. "I suppose that is what I wish to say."

"Oh," she waved a hand dismissively, her grin turning decidedly crooked. "What are friends for, if not to break you out of your mind... fade... prison... thing?"

He looked at her, and those weeks of trying to pretend that he felt nothing, that it was just Spite, that he wasn't good enough, that an assassin should not get attached, worried that her kindness and trust was something to be wary of, piles and piles of excuses, all went through his head. Weeks of being so worried about Illario and Caterina that he'd missed the fact he'd never made her dinner before.

For once, he agreed with Spite. Because he was an idiot.

She changed everything. And perhaps the world might end, and he might have to kill his cousin, but just then, looking into her eyes, he wasn't scared anymore. Not of this.

"Friends?" He asked softly.

She blinked. Then frowned at him.

"What else- "

Her eyes widened, and her mouth dropped open.

"You mean- ?"

Then her expression melted, and his heart broke, because before she turned away from him, he could see her write this off as something she didn't deserve, as one more thing that could go wrong. As if there was anything she could do that would change what he felt for her. As if she wasn't the best thing he'd ever been given a chance to know.

"You don't have to- "

Whatever she was going to say was cut off, because he kissed her.

Despite his fears and excuses and dissmissal of his feelings for her, since that first coffee at Cafe Pietra he'd pictured this moment so many times it had almost become rote. He'd pictured it happening in Treviso, at Cafe Pietra. On the beach in Rivain, beneath the stars, or in Arlathan, with drops of rain falling off the leaves they were sheltering beneath. In his dreams, there'd been lightning, and fire and ice and butterflies after he'd said exactly the right things, done exactly the right things, charmed her the way Illario would charm someone, and given her a first kiss worthy of a romance book.

This was not that.

It was a peck, and he hadn't even thought about it, and she was looking at him like he'd grown two heads.

"I want to," he said, breathless. Maker, he wondered if a proper kiss would kill him.

Hesitantly, he cupped her cheek with his hand. To his relief, she didn't pull away.

"You know my mind better than anyone," he said. From this close, he could count the little brown specks floating in the grey of her wonderful eyes. "I've wanted to. But I was... scared. And an idiot."

Her hand came up and closed around his wrist, like she was trying to find something to hold on to.

Or trying to keep him from leaving.

"What changed?" She asked, and if he didn't know any better, he'd say she looked scared.

"You," he said simply. "You change everything."

Rook opens locks.

She smiled hesitantly, and the only thing he could compare it to was the first breath of fresh air he'd taken outside of the Ossuary.

It wasn't in Treviso, beneath the lantern light, or on the beach beneath the stars. He hadn't said the right things, not the way he wanted to, but she'd understood. And when she leaned forward, her soft lips were warm against his own. Warm, and unsure, and sweet.

Not what he'd dreamed. Better. Because this was real.

He wondered where he should put his hands. He wanted to pull her closer, or perhaps run his fingers through her hair, or maybe he should keep a hand on her cheek...?

"What is it?" She asked quietly, pulling away slightly, her eyes filled with uncertainty.

"I don't know where to put my hands," he said, stupidly. But then she laughed softly, and suddenly it seemed nothing else in the world truly mattered.

She took his hands and put them around her waist, and her own arms closed around his neck, pulling him close again.

"I think this is good," she said, and Maker help him, he could smell the lightning on her hair she was so close.

"So?" He asked her, allowing a satisfied grin to steal across his features, "How would you describe the taste?"

She looked up at the ceiling, considering.

"Just sweet enough," she touched her nose to his, then frowned, as if in thought.

"With a hint of hazelnut."

He laughed, breathless.

"You're blushing," she breathed when he stopped, grinning, her eyes filled with wonder, a finger gently tracing along his cheekbone.

"I'm happy," he said, realising he meant it for the first time in a very long time as his hands splayed across her back. "You make me happy."

He kissed the grin off her face, deciding that was a better use of both their breaths than talking.

"Oh!"

Lucanis almost pulled out a knife when Rook pulled away, startled by the noise.

Neither of them had heard footsteps, and he realised belatedly that the door was still open from her earlier entrance. Sloppy, dangerous, but just then he'd never felt further removed from Caterina's strict lessons on discipline.

"Bellara!" Rook said, staring at the elf, who was staring at them. Lucanis watched as a blush spread across her cheeks, and couldn't help but feel a strange pride at it's appearance.

"We were just- " she looked to him for help.

"Finishing dinner," he said, aware he was still smiling, aware he still had his arms wrapped around her, aware he didn't care, not in the slightest.

"Oh, that's ok!" Bellara said, striving for casual and not achieving it in the slightest.

"I'm... gonna go. And come back later!" She said, "And definitely not tell Neve!"

She was gone before either of them could say another word, the door closing behind her, leaving them alone together in the firelight.

Rook turned back to him, her head dropping onto his shoulder as she laughed tiredly.

"Who's blushing now?" He asked her softly.

She lifted her head and levelled a playfull scowl at him.

"Shouldn't you be cooking?"

He grinned, pulling her closer to him.

"In a second," he murmured, before he kissed her again, and somehow, every time, it seemed to get better.

#is this anything?#i should have maybe made this from her perspective #i always feel like im not writing him right #and I really do struggle with spite #lucanis dellamorte #lucanis x rook #rookanis #my writing #dragon age #veilguard #datv #lucanis dragon age

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gguk-n · 1 year ago

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Chapter 1- Anonymous Conversations

Unravelling Max's Mystery (Max Verstappen x Online Friend!Reader)

Series Masterlist

Summary- Y/N formed an unexpected bond with a boy behind the screen. He doesn't have many interest it seems, except for reading her stupid poems.

{Reader's POV}

12/07/2012

Dear Diary, Stella is leaving for Canada tomorrow forever. Today was the last day of school before the summer break so I went to Stella's house after school. It's so shitty, how can she leave me like this and before the start of high school. I don't have any friends other than her, what am I supposed to do??? This isn't fair, first Faye moved back to her home country a couple years back and now Stella. It's like they don't even care about me. I made a google plus account so we can stay in touch. Actually everyone's on google plus, I'm just late to the party. I'm sure we'll still be close.

02/01/2013

OMG!! I think I'm in love. There's this new boy band, One Direction. Ava told me about them last year but I brushed her off saying they weren't my cup of tea, but OMG!!! They are fucking perfect and I love Niall so much. He's so cute and has the dreamiest eyes and his accent, I'm gonna faint. I bought the Take Me Home album yesterday!! I even put up their poster above my bed, hehe!! Sooooo, I may or may not be writing now. I think I'm gonna be an author. The stuff isn't great like Shakespeare but I'm sure I'll improve. I've written a couple poems and Aria read them and she thinks they are great. I'm gonna start uploading them on google plus. I made a separate page for it, under a pseudonym. If I really improve, maybe I can publish my work.

I was sat at my laptop, typing the latest story I came up with during lunch so I could upload it. There were a lot of people who were reading my work and even encouraged me. There is improvement, but then again, we can do better, I'm sure. My parents aren't very happy with how I'm wasting my time writing instead of focusing on my education since I'm in high school now. I finished typing the story and clicked the upload button, I got a comment on the post. It was from this guy, named Max, just Max. He always read all of my work and writes the nicest comments under them. I haven't spoken to him personally ever since my mother kept warning me about stranger danger and that it could be some 50 year old dude. But his comments are encouraging and make me want to write more. I hope he knows the kind of effect he's having on me.

My birthday is in a couple of days, I don't know what I'll do since I don't really have a lot of friends. Even Aria is away during that time, so I don't really have anyone to go out with. My parents are busy as always.

So, out of desperation or sadness, I don't know which one, I posted on google plus saying that it was my birthday. The first person who replied was Max as always. I really wanna know when this guy sleeps or how he gets any work done if he is online so much. He messaged me personally too, to wish me again and even asked what I did. I couldn't lie because my heart was heavy, so I told him. I literally just unloaded about not having any friends and spending the day alone because work was more important for my parents. He was so nice about it. He spent the next hour talking to me and cheering me up. He's apparently 15, from Netherlands. He loves cats and lives with his dad and sister. He sounds like a fun guy.

After that, both of us ended up chatting on google plus regularly. I would message him immediately after school and spend the next couple of hours talking to him. Some times, he'd be gone a couple weekends but it was no biggy. I'm sure he had other commitments instead of entertaining a dumb teenager.

Max's birthday is on 30 September. I wanted to be the first one, so I stayed up late to match the dutch timings and wished him. He replied a little while later. He wasn't very excited about it. I get it, maybe his friends aren't there or couldn't make it to his birthday. I was gonna cheer him like he cheered me up. I wish I could send him a present. He really was a light in dark time. When I had no friends in school I could rely on, he came like the knight in shining armour. I just want to be a good and reliable friend to him like he is to me. He is such a sweetheart. We've never spoken on call yet. I guess I'm still a little scared and we've only known each other for a few months. I'm gonna hold on that but Max is a genuinely nice person in my eyes. But his dad doesn't sound like the nicest person from what he says, but I can't tell him that his dad is shitty so I just read his texts.

18/12/2013

Dear Diary, Maxie is the cutest. I haven't seen or heard him yet but I feel like he is. Otherwise, why would he encourage me to follow my dreams? He was so understanding and gave great advice. You might wonder why I needed the advice, diary. I told my parents I wanna pursue a degree in literature and we had a huge fight since apparently I'm throwing my life away and I should try to get a proper degree that might get me a job. Apparently, I'm not thinking straight. I've been thinking about becoming an author for some time now, it's my one passion, I've realised. And if it means struggling, I would rather struggle and be happy than be in a dead end job. Just because they are some big shot business people doesn't mean I wanna do that do. ugh!!! I hate them. Maxie calmed me down honestly, he heard me out and told me it was okay to follow my dreams. I think he is such a good friend. I won't tell him that, he has a big ego as is. LOL!!

I've been gaining a lot of traction on my posts on google plus. I have a couple thousand followers but Max is the most active of them all. Max is so effortlessly funny. He did ask one time if we could talk on call, I told him that my microphone was broken. I'm still a little skeptical. I know, even though I'm literally sharing everything with him, I've never spoken on call or video with him. Maybe some day.

04/03/2014

Dear Diary, I got a new phone and a new number. The previous one was one of my parents multiple numbers but this one is my own. I feel like an adult, hehe!! I made a whatsapp, maybe I'll share my number with Maxie and we might start chatting on there. Google plus had become a bit of hassle and I'm not uploading on it like I used to. I usually only open it to talk to Max. I think it would be better to shift it to another service. He's been a little busy this year compared to the last, didn't tell me much but I think it has to do with him being in his final year of high school. Can't relate, but I hope I'm done with high school soon. It fucking sucks. But on the bright side, I've gotten close to Nia and Aria and I could call Aria my best friend but she considers Nia her best friend. I don't mind being her friend. I have Max anyways.

Max has been quite busy lately, but I don't blame him. I would be busy in my final year of high school too. Even with all that, he has taken time out to talk to me. I did share my number with him, so now instead of google plus, which is a barren wasteland, we text on whatsapp. I've suggested talking on call some time when he's free, which hasn't happened yet.

We had set up a time to talk, it was really early here but I didn't mind, I was up anyways. I couldn't wait to hear his voice. I was anxious as well, what if he's some pedophile; all these thoughts raced through my head when my phone rang. Max- Hi, Y/N! Y/N- Hey, Max!! How are you? Max- I'm good, what about you? Y/N- Yeah, I'm good too. haha!! This is so weird talking to you. Max- yeah, you sound pretty. Fuck was he flirting, is this flirting? A million thoughts ran through my head, no one's ever flirted with me before. I felt my cheeks heat up. Y/N- You sound nice too. I mean....you have a nice voice. Max- haha, thanks, this is the first time some one has said that. Y/N- soooo, what have you been up too?? You've been so busy lately. There was a pause on the other end. I heard shuffling. Max- yeah, I've been busy with stuff. I'll be done soon for a while now. Y/N- That's great I need my best friend back! The conversation flowed smoothly. It didn't feel like we were talking on call for the first time. I had a lot of fun talking to Max. He sounds like a teenager, much to my relief. He's just as funny on call as he is on text.

After that, we ended up calling each other regularly. Max would answer my calls whenever but sometimes I felt bad about calling him at the crack ass of dawn in Netherland so I would avoid calling him whenever. He is so kind and listens well but damn does he talk. Every one who knows me calls me talkative, if they heard Max their ears would bleed. But I like hearing him talk, he has the most random and vast knowledge, he's helped me write too many of my papers because I didn't have to research, I could just ask him; he's like a walking encyclopedia.

17/05/2015

Dear Diary, I think I'm in love. It's not some celebrity this time but I think it's Max. I don't even know that dude's last name but I'm in love. He not like the guys in school, he's so mature and funny and sweet and understanding and he supports me so much. I didn't know when or how but I think I love him. Obviously I won't tell him. It's prolly a crush since I have't dated anyone ever. I'll get over it, can't ruin my friendship over this. As is, he has gotten so busy. I think he is going to college. He didn't say it explicitly but why else would he be so busy right now if not applying for colleges. I don't know the dutch education system but I'm sure he busy pursuing higher education. He said he liked cars, I think he'll do something with cars. I didn't really ask in more details. I'm sure he'll tell me when he wants to. We have a chill friendship, we share when and what we want to. Alas, I hope this crush doesn't ruin my friendship.

09/08/2015

This is bad, my crush on Max has only gone on to increase. He's so kind to me, what am I supposed to do? Also he's the only one who can calm me down after a fight with my parents regarding my future. Sadly, he gotten so busy. He's gone for a while every few weeks. But lately he's been free. We've been talking a lot. He sounds a lot more rested lately too. I'm sure college is tough. But he's strong and I know he'll do it.

[Little did Y/N know, Max was busy racing across the world in Redbull's junior team. He was in his first year as a formula one driver, hence he was so busy. Max had no intentions of telling her, he liked being just Max, a guy from Netherlands who could talk to her. He enjoyed the disconnect he got with her]

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traumadumpwriter · 2 months ago

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Ninety Five - 2

Controlling!Rafe × ED!Reader

"It's not a big deal, I just want to get to ninety five pounds before Midsummers"

Summary: Reader is suffering from an eating disorder and when Rafe finds out about it he struggles to be sympathetic

Trigger warning for explicit depictions of an eating disorder, bulimia, vomit, starving, seizure, drug use, controlling behaviour

Word Count: 5.1k

Part One

I wasn’t actually going to upload this as I decided that I didn’t like it but now I’ve changed my mind lol soo this is the original draft I wrote for this part. Hope u all enjoy <3 (Divider by @kodaswrld)

Part Two

You were okay for a little while after that. You'd stopped throwing up and when you were with Rafe you had no choice but to eat your meals. You knew that it was just his way of showing that he cared - but you hated it with your entire being. At first when the weight started to come back you tried to convince yourself that you were fine with it. Rafe never said anything about your weight, the only comments he usually had about your body were sexual and so you couldn't tell if he'd noticed.

"He must have noticed. He must just feel bad." You'd thought to yourself, and so the acceptance quickly started to falter and soon you were counting calories again.

Once enough time had passed that Rafe had decided he'd 'fixed' your bulimia, he'd loosened his grip on you and you'd soon devised ways to get some time away from him. You just needed to be able to get your appearance back on track - Midsommers was only months away and you had to be perfect for it.

One of the ways you'd managed to spend a couple days at a time without eating was by driving to Charleston to stay with your sibling - claiming that you'd been tutoring your niece whilst you were there. Rafe was none the wiser, even slightly proud of you for doing such a sweet thing. It made you feel uneasy - his loving goodbye kiss - but you knew that the end result would be worth it. And besides, spending time away from Figure Eight was nice whether your family were around or not - although occasionally stressful on an empty stomach.

You'd also been blessed by uncharacteristically colder weather, meaning you'd been able to wear baggier clothes and hide your body from Rafe. On a couple of nights spent with him you'd even gone home before he could initiate sex, just with the sole intention of hiding your body. He'd obviously made a fuss about this, pouting as you'd left, suggesting that you could just study with him, but you'd rarely given in and when you had, you made sure he was intoxicated or the lights were off.

It was now two weeks until Midsommers and you were driving back from a six day stint in Charleston, actually excited to see your boyfriend. You'd weighed yourself that morning had been elated by the number staring back at you.

Ninety five pounds. You were officially under one hundred pounds.

With every number you drove past on the highway - speed limits and road signs - you thought of your own number and how proud it made you. How happy Rafe would be to have you in his bed that night.

Nighty five.

He called you when you were just twenty minutes away, his grin audible through the phone.

"How long you gonna be babe? I'm at the golf club with the boys and their bitches. They all wanna see you."

"I'm not back yet. I need to get changed and shower and do my makeup. Give me like an hour."

"Okay well we'll have to start without you. You can just hop on my team later."

There was a hint of mischief to his tone, something that made you excited. You giggled and nodded, forgetting that he couldn't see you for a second.

"Sounds good. I'll see you soon." You replied, going to hang up until he spoke again.

"Drive safe, okay? I love you."

Your stomach swarmed with butterflies and you blushed, quieting returning "I love you too" before ending the call.

It still didn't make sense to you that he loved you. How could Rafe Cameron love you?

When you got home, you were disappointed to find that the weather had warmed up in the days that you'd been away - meaning your wardrobe had to be more appropriate for the time of year. If you wore a sweatshirt around Rafe in weather more suited for a tank top he would definitely say something about it. Your best option seemed to be a knee length skirt and a silky shirt - one of the cute ones that Rafe liked.

Looking at yourself in the mirror, you didn't feel like you hated what you were seeing for the first time in a while. You'd started to feel a little light headed after hurriedly cleaning the rest of your clothes away, but you drank some water and soon felt fine again. "It's just anxiety. Plain, standard anxiety." You told yourself. Still, just for good measure you put your fingers down your throat and all that came up was bile.

"Ninety five." You repeated to yourself before looking in the mirror.

You brushed your teeth and re-examined yourself, deciding that you might look actually quite sexy. There was a moment driving where you started to feel dizzy but you were quickly able to snap out of it. You accounted it to anxiety again and drank more water, then took some deep breaths once you arrived.

"I'm fine. I'm just excited to see Rafe. I look good. He's going to think I look good too." You convinced yourself before stepping from the car and making your way over to reception.

"Ah, Miss L/N, Mr Cameron and his company are across the pitch. I'll have someone drive you in one of the carts." The receptionist greeted you quickly and you made polite small talk with him, having gotten to know a lot of people through Rafe.

The breeze on your skin as the cart drove across the field was relieving and part of you didn't want the ride to end. But when you saw your boyfriend, tall and handsome as he joked with his friends, you felt your anxiety lessen a little. His eyes lit up when he noticed you and he stepped towards the cart before it had stopped moving. You got out and walked towards him before stepping onto your tip toes to kiss his lips. He returned the kiss, his hands holding your arms, and then pulled away with a sly smile.

"I missed you." He said lowly.

"It's only been like a week, not even." You giggled, your chest full of butterflies.

"Well I want you everyday, babe." He whispered in your ear before kissing you again. "And it's been way longer than a week since I fucked you."

His hand wandered down to your waist, where he held it and then backed away, his eyes suddenly wider. He ran them swiftly up and down your body, taking in your appearance with a somewhat perplexed expression.

"What?" You asked, your chest going tight.

"Nothing." He muttered, a smirk starting to pull at his lips at your worried expression. "You just feel.. small is all." Both of his hands moved to your waist and he pulled you in closer, his voice getting lower. "You been working out or something?”

"Get a room!" Kelce taunted from a few feet away, making you blush whilst Rafe ignored him and snorted.

"He's so jealous. Even though you're dressed like a nun again. What's up with that?"

"I'm not dressed like a nun. I look nice. It's called being modest, you should try it." You returned, crossing your arms.

Rafe felt his stomach flip as he looked down at you, the feeling still freaking him out every time it happened. But nonetheless, he was suspicious. Your trips to Charleston seemed innocent in nature, but he was suspecting that you were hiding something. Did you have a secret lover there? Maybe he'd been fucking you so much you'd actually toned your abs. There was no way you would've been throwing up again. That was just a stupid little phase - you'd talked it through with him. The thought of either pissed him off and naturally, when he was pissed off at you he thought about fucking you.

He ran his eyes up and down you again, excited by the way it clearly made you feel so vulnerable even though your shape was indistinguishable under the baggy clothes, and then he smirked.

"You're cute." He tutted with a wink, patting your butt lightly before turning to walk back to the group.

From the smugness of his demeanour you knew that you were going to get fucked good later and you almost had to cross your legs at the thought. Watching him play golf in the sun for the next hour was torture. He looked beautiful, as per, and whenever he caught your eye he would send you a wink that turned your bones to jelly.

Hanging out with Georgia and Elle wasn't so bad, though you found Elle to be slightly irritating, the conversations were sometimes funny. Mostly that day though it had just been the two girls talking and you listening, as you were finding it hard to concentrate on anything. Elle had directly addressed you now though, and you had to quickly pretend as if you'd been mentally present the entire time.

"Don't you find it so weird that Sarah's like - a full on Pogue now? Have you spoken to her recently?" She'd pried, her voice falsely sweet.

"I've not spoken to her in a while. I'm sure she's doing fine though. Why? Have you spoken to her?"

"No, no! It's just- the whole Topper thing. And John B of all people! Doesn't Rafe hate his guts?"

You had to think for a moment before answering and when you did it unintentionally came out as a huff "Her and Topper had their issues, maybe it was for the best that they broke up, after all now he's with Georgia."

Georgia shot you a half smile, grateful but hating any mention of his ex.

"Yeah I mean I hope she's doing okay too. Those Pogues - they're dangerous. I heard this story the other week..."

Elle's voice was suddenly replaced by a high pitched ringing sound in your ears and an intense wave of crippling nausea. Your body felt hot and your arms started to uncontrollably tremble - and then your legs. They felt entirely weak and you quickly lowered yourself onto the ground, trying to stop the dizziness and catch your breath - it didn't work though. Black spots filled your vision, the ringing got louder and your chest got tighter. And then you felt yourself loosing complete control of your body, your eyes rolling back and then closing as your head hit the ground. Your body shook and your muscles clenched in an uncontrollable motion before suddenly relaxing and then passing out entirely.

"Shit." Georgia rushed to your side whilst Elle screamed for the boys.

"Y/N! She's- She needs help! Call an ambulance!" She shouted, running across the field.

They were all confused at first, Elle's loud appearance serving as a sudden shock to their conversation, but then the words processed and all three boys started to move.

"What the hell is she talking about?" Rafe's thoughts whirred, annoyed and almost certain that nothing would've actually happened. Elle was just a bimbo who loved attention.

He turned to look over at where you'd been standing a few minutes ago and was incredibly shocked to see that you were actually lying on the ground, looking unwell with Georgia crouched beside you. Rafe's heart dropped to his stomach. Immediately, he dropped his club and raced over, with Topper and Kelce in pursuit. He felt a sudden and intense fear that he'd never felt before. His mind span with confusing and worrisome possibilities as to what had just happened, and he felt completely helpless as he dropped to your side and looked around your body for some kind of injury. When he found none it soothed his panic for a moment, but the feel of your dead weight as he lifted you into his lap quickly had him confused and scared again.

He said your name, almost like he was commanding you to wake up before looking up at Georgia and demanding "What the fuck happened?"

Before she could answer, he looked to Topper and shouted "Call an ambulance!" and then turned back to Georgia and repeated himself. A small crowd of people had quickly gathered at the noise of Elle shouting and unbeknownst to Rafe a medical cart was already on its way. Impatiently, he stood up and lifted you with him, carrying you towards the reception at a pace that Georgia struggled to keep up with, ignoring the worried onlookers.

"She had a- a seizure or something. And then just fainted. I don't know what happened! It was out of nowhere." She stammered.

"A seizure?" Rafe's eyes widened and he froze, looking down at you with nothing but panic. He shook his head and tried to collect himself "Well you could've fucking said that before I picked her up! Are you meant to do that? Fuck! O-Okay do we need to like move her into that position or something- come on! One of you know what the fuck I'm talking about! They show it on TV!.. Fuck!" He barked at his friends, who all looked just as lost as he did.

"Hey bro- it's gonna be alright. Paramedics are on their way." Topper said lowly, patting Rafe on the arm and casting you a worried glance.

"You sure she had a seizure?" He questioned Georgia to which she shrugged and shook her head.

"I don't know. I think it was. I've never seen that before." She answered, looking down at you before looking up at Topper with a shaken expression. He pulled her into a sympathetic hug and went to say something else which Rafe angrily interrupted.

"Well that's a useless answer. Where'd you find this one, Top? Am I meant to do something- should I put Y/N on the ground? Is it bad to be holding her like this? Come on- one of you must've seen that fucking advert!"

"Well she's not still having a seizure right now is she? So the advert would be pretty useless." Georgia hissed, a slight shake to her voice.

Rafe wanted to berate her but he was too afraid to shift his concentration from you. It was scaring him that you hadn't shown any signs of stirring yet and he started to imagine the worst. As soon as he caught sight of the medical golf cart he paced towards it and you were quickly in the back, laid across his and Topper's laps. A short moment of tense silence had passed before they all started arguing again and it didn't stop even as they got to reception to wait for the ambulance, first aid officers checking you out meanwhile.

"Don't talk about my fucking girlfriend like that. Just because you're stressed doesn't make that right." Topper had raised his voice which Rafe quickly shut down.

"Oh well sorry I'm stressed it's almost like my actual girlfriend just had a seizure and your fucking rebound did nothing to help!" His tone was far more intimidating than Topper's could ever be even without much volume.

"What the fuck was I meant to do? Are you crazy?" Georgia scoffed, her face going pink.

"You should've shouted as soon as she went white. You said Elle ran over after she'd fainted. How many things happened in between those points?"

"It was all within the span of about thirty seconds. You're actually fucking crazy."

"Top, send this bitch home."

Topper put his hand on her shoulder but she shrugged it off, sick of the whole situation.

"You're a dick Rafe. Your girlfriend is clearly anorexic as fuck and everyone else can see it. What kind of sick stuff do you say to her to make her wanna do that to herself?" She snapped, much to the obvious dismay of Topper who despite his annoyance knew where the line was with Rafe Cameron - and she had crossed it by a country mile.

"Is this bitch being for real right now?" Rafe scoffed. "Is this fat fucking bitch being for real?"

"Babe you should leave-" Topper started but Georgia continued.

"Fuck you. Y/N deserves someone better than you." She hissed and then turned to Topper. "And don't act like you and Kelce haven't been talking about it either."

As they all continued to bicker and their volume increased, you found yourself waking up again, the view confusing and blurry. You'd never seen everyone from an angle this low down before and it was unfamiliar - you were uncertain of what you were even looking at until you tried to sit up, your vision clearing slightly. You recognised the room but the angle was different, and you recognised the voices around you though you couldn't fully distinguish what they were saying.

Georgia and Topper stepped away and a uniformed man started talking to you, but then a loud ringing noise took over as it had before and you couldn't hear him. You looked to Rafe with confusion, his arms wrapped around you.

"What's happening?" You mumbled, unable to hear your own voice.

He answered but you only saw his lips move. The noise got louder and your vision started to loose sense again. There was a cold metal pressed against your chest and fingers against your neck, your eyes caught sight of a blurry face and then you were being lifted by your boyfriend's familiar arms into a white space. A cold breeze swept against your skin and it was a relief as it had been earlier. Slowly, you started to feel more control return to your body and the ringing noise lessen, though it was replaced by a steady beep.

"Rafe?" You questioned, gripping onto his shirt once you realised what your hands were touching.

"You're alright baby. We're gonna get you to the hospital and see what's up." You could finally make out his voice again and he sounded genuinely shaken. This was not something you'd ever heard from him before.

"I- I don't need to go to the hospital." You stammered, unable to even enforce your own lie as you felt your body sway again. Your head rolled back and a dizzying wave of nausea came over you, one which you had to squeeze your eyes shut and hold your breath to condense.

Rafe moved one hand so that it was rubbing your shoulder and held your hand with the other, comfortingly squeezing your fingers. It was then that you realised that you were in the back of an ambulance.

"H-How am I here?"

"You had a seizure and fainted." Rafe answered, and as you gained more consciousness, you realised that he actually seemed kind of... on edge, maybe even annoyed.

Then the ambulance was moving and the paramedic started to fire questions at you, not taking long to get to the hospital. It was all a blur anyway, you were feeling confused and embarrassed and you just wanted to hide from Rafe's disapproving stare. You didn't know what you had done, but you knew that he didn't like it. His hand remained gripped tightly on your leg for the entire ride.

Some hours later and tests had been done. You'd been put onto an IV drip and spent a lot of time sleeping. Rafe wasn't allowed into the doctors office with you, but your mother was. Legally, you could've denied her but you would've never heard the end of it and so you cringed as the doctor told both you and her their diagnosis - that you were severely underweight.

"That you told the nurse you had not eaten for a few days. That you had a seizure that day because of a dangerously low blood sugar. That you showed symptoms of body dysmorphic disorder. That you were going to be recommend to an eating disorder specialist."

She cried, dramatic as mothers can be, and demanded to know why you'd been doing this to yourself. But you denied it, plainly to her face and to the doctor's.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I look after myself completely fine - surely send my blood off for more precise testing before you assume something like that." You said plainly but neither of them were buying it and soon you were walking back out into the hospital corridor, feeling completely sick as you looked at your boyfriend.

He'd been sat waiting the entire time. Your mother had informed you of that. She rushed into his arms, seeming like she loved him more than she loved you sometimes, and he stared at you plainly over the top of her bed, his eyes thin with accusation. You knew that she would give him all the answers before you even had the opportunity to think of a lie.

"Oh- my baby's been starving herself Rafe! Where have you been? How have you not seen this? She's like a tooth pick!" She cried, oblivious to the tightening of Rafe's jaw as she spoke. "The doctor said she's lost over twenty pounds since she last got weighed! He's going to send her to a specialist! Oh- what are we gonna do? My poor baby!"

Rafe patted her back solemnly.

"I know Ms L/N. I've been trying to help her but she hasn't listened. We'll get her back on track though. I'm sure this has served as a warning. I know Y/N is smart enough to learn her lesson." He looked at you blankly before looking to your mum with a defeated, puppy dog expression "But I should've kept a closer eye. I'm sorry for failing you and your daughter. I'll do anything to make it up to you both."

"You've not failed! Honey you could never fail. Y/N is just a bit of a troubled soul, aren't you darling?" Your mum cried, holding Rafe's arm as if he was her own son. She looked at you expectantly, unintentional in her humiliation but brilliant at it.

You wanted to disappear. For all of the fluorescents to flicker off for a second and in that moment of darkness for you to slip away. You hadn't seen your mum in weeks, and your boyfriend was clearly annoyed about something that you'd tried to do for him.

"Who cares what the doctor says?" You thought. "I looked in the mirror and felt beautiful today. That feeling is worth anything. The only reason Rafe is mad is because I fainted and it embarrassed him. I just won't do that again."

"Can we go?" You tutted, scratching awkwardly at your arm.

"My dad's waiting downstairs." Rafe muttered, his calm demeanour being barely controlled as he looked down at you in the ugly lighting.

"How could fucking Topper see it and I couldn't? Does everyone think I'm a bad boyfriend - that I don't feed her or something?... Am I a bad boyfriend? Has she done this because of me?" His mind had thought over and over again.

He'd known you'd been loosing weight, but how did he let it get this far? How had been so wilfully ignorant? How had he actually convinced himself that you weren’t going to make yourself sick again? That it was just some stupid cry for attention? Georgia's words had really gotten under his skin and he was itching to see Topper, needing to shout at and belittle the lad.

Your mum loved Ward even more than she loved Rafe, and so she stood and told him all of the dramatic details whilst crying into his arms for a short while, leaving you and Rafe alone in the back of Ward's truck. As soon as the door had been closed and footsteps had paced away, there was a deep and heavy uncomfortable silence, unlike any you'd ever experienced with him before. You'd expected him to lecture you, to insult you, maybe even to shout at you. Instead he just sat in silence, staring out of the window. You hated it.

Nervously, you began to speak.

"Look- I'm fine Rafe. It's not a big deal-"

"You're a fucking liar, Y/N. Don't even talk to me right now." He hissed.

You stiffened up and turned away from him, suddenly feeling even worse about the entire thing than you thought possible. He'd never spoken to you like that before. Had you really fucked up that badly? You found yourself actually relieved when your mum and Ward got in, their presence snapping Rafe into his scarily charming self.

When Ward pulled up outside of your house and Rafe got out to kiss you goodnight, he said nothing to you - just to your mother.

"I'm gonna look after her better from now on. I promise."

His hand only gently touched your side, not holding you as he usually would. You swallowed nervously and tried to discreetly grab his hand, but he flicked you away and then he was gone.

The night spent with your mother was also torturous - forcing you to finish an entire three course meal in front of her and then lecturing you until she eventually passed out wine drunk. Her words and actions meant nothing anyway as the only thing your mind could focus on was the repulsion that your boyfriend had seemingly started to hold. Was the whole thing really that big of a deal for him to be acting like this?

Meanwhile, the car ride with Ward and Rafe back to the Cameron residence had been just as unpleasant - accusations instantly flying from the fathers mouth that the son didn't care to hear.

"Whatever you've been saying to her to make her do that, it needs to stop. I mean, really, you didn't notice that your girlfriend weighed less than a hundred pounds? When I saw her a month ago she didn't look well and you know what I assumed?"

Rafe didn't answer until Ward loudly repeated "You want to know what I assumed?"

"What did you fucking assume?"

"That she'd been on a fucking cocaine binge with you! And I know that that's not in her character - that's why I like her - but I also know that you have a special skill of being able to ruin people. Especially nice fucking clean people like Y/N."

Rafe scoffed at this and Ward scoffed right back, much more aggressively.

"Your girlfriend had a seizure today. You think thats funny? How did you let her get to that point where she would do that shit to herself? Are you that much of an asshole?"

"I didn't let her do shit." Rafe hissed. "I caught her making herself sick and then fucking fixed that issue- I thought I fixed that issue... It's not my fault that she's been disappearing to Charleston, avoiding me, wearing those stupid fucking nun outfits!" He aggressively jerked his leg forward into the floor of the car, a surge of anger rushing through his body at the thought of how you'd been hiding yourself on purpose.

"I don't care what your excuses are. Whatever you've done to this girl needs to stop. Ms L/N is thinking of having her sent to a specialist hospital if it gets any worse-"

"Woah, woah. You mean like a psych ward?" Rafe interrupted him, his posture suddenly straightening and his demeanour becoming more panicked. "That's crazy, you and I both know Y/N does not belong in one of those places. She's just in a rough patch, girls fucking do this shit. I'll get it sorted it out."

"Well if you want to bring her to midsummers you best get it sorted out fast. And sort yourself out too. I can see that you've not been sober, your skin looks like shit."

Rafe wanted to hiss an insult back at his dad, to defend his honour, but he didn't have the energy and it was pointless anyway. Something about his dad just drained him of all confidence. His mind was replaying all of the worried words your mother had said and the way you'd looked so guilty as she spoke them. Over twenty pounds lost. How could you have done this to yourself? To him? He wondered if maybe in fact he was a bad boyfriend and then quickly became uncomfortable with the guilt of it - choosing to distract himself instead.

In the dim light of his room, he racked up a big slug of a line and inhaled it in one quick swoop. It hit almost instantly; his jaw tightening and his hands sweating. He felt good for a short while, listening to music guilt free, and hyping himself up to go lay a few hits on Topper, but then the high started to fade and so he did another line, bringing with it the paranoia that all drug users hate.

For a while he paced, thinking about what Georgia had said and how bad it had made him look. How bad it had made him feel. His mind raced with a million questions.

"My girlfriend is clearly anorexic and everyone else can see it? Is that true? Have Topper and Kelce talked shit about this with their hoes? What does that bitch know? Has Topper told anyone about the bulimia thing? Does she really think I say stuff to Y/N to make her starve herself? Why would my dad assume that too? Do people think I'm a bad boyfriend? Do they think that she would be better or without me? Does she think that she'd be better off without me?"

That last one halted him in his steps, giving him a twisted feeling in his stomach.

Without another thought he racked up one more and inhaled it, then picked up his jacket and headed outside. He had a choice - to go to yours and demand answers or to go to Topper's and bully him. The latter was the easier option. He needed to distract himself from you. He was too wound up, he couldn't have brought himself to speak to you kindly.

By three AM he was still wound up. He'd had a fight with Topper and Kelce, drank a considerable amount, made up with them, drove to Barry's to pick up a half-ounce and then continued to drink and sniff lines for hours. The distraction worked for a little while, but you were always there on the back of his mind.

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I'll Only Make You Cry || F1

type :: hurt no comfort tw/cw :: cheating, panic attacks, contains :: carlos, charles, lando, oscar, summary :: you catch the drivers cheating on you, crushing everything you've ever known about him - "my heart just can't be faithful for long, i swear i'll only make you cry" - cry by cas

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Carlos Sainz | 55

There's no way he could ever recover from this. You could tell that his PR team was working overtime in order to sweep this all under the rug. They came up with the lie that you and Carlos broke up a while ago, but you knew the truth all too well.

You never broke up with Carlos, God you even thought you guys were going perfect! Everything seemed to be great until all of those photos got leaked online of Carlos with a random model. She was beautiful, everything that you were insecure about, she lacked. Not a single pimple, spot of cellulite, smidge of fat, nothing. She was like a doll, it only made you more upset.

Did Carlos ever actually feel attracted to you? When you vented to him about your fears of not being enough for him and he comforted you so gently, saying you were a Goddess that could make Aphrodite jealous. And yet, as you kept scrolling through the photos of Carlos and the model, you felt as if you were the Hunchback of Notre dame.

Did Carlos ever actually love you? He was taking this model out to trip in Paris, Spain, and Japan and yet the biggest trip you've done with Carlos is visit your home town. He took her out to fancy dinners, on cruises, and private jet rides and yet you were never even aware he had his own private jet.

He's been spamming you with calls and texts, but you didn't reply to a single one. You were too busy packing up all of your stuff as you got ready to leave your shared apartment. Taking everything with you would be too big of task for now, since you owned most of the kitchen appliances, bedding, hell you even owned the couch. So you focussed on just the basics that you needed to live, shoving them into as many bags as you could. Your best friend said she'd come over and help you pack once she was done with work. She should be with you in about an hour or so, but you have the worst luck ever.

Because instead of Carlos coming home at around midnight, like usual, he came home earlier. It only made you wonder if he only stayed out till midnight to see his other lover, making you feel even sicker to your stomach. You didn't bother to look up at him as he entered the room.

"Cariño, please, no no no, stop" He said as he rushed up to you, trying to stop you from packing but you shoved his hands away. You gave him a disgusted look, as if you no longer knew him. Which was true, you didn't even recognize Carlos anymore.

"(Y/N), please it's just lies. The media is lying!" He tries desperately to convince you but his excuse sounded so stupid, beyond stupid. There's photographic evidence, everywhere that you looked online it was shoved into your face. Not a chance of editing or AI, it was just the raw photo.

"No," you said, trying to sound strict but your voice was still weak despite the loud volume of it, "We're done."

"No no no no, please, please no." He looked so weak, pathetic. You could see the tears form in his eyes. Although you felt hurt to watch him cry, you couldn't bring yourself to feel any empathy since you've been crying for hours on end.

With perfect timing, your best friend knocked on the door. You hastily shoved the final pieces of clothing that you needed as you slammed your suitcase shut. Your best friend ran in and quickly helped grab anything else you could need, like toiletries and electronics. Carlos knew he couldn't do anything, so he stood awkwardly to the side as he watched you leave his life instantly.

Charles Leclerc | 16

Your breathing became shaky as you read the lengthy text message your friend sent you. It was filled to the brim with apologies for what they were saying, but you couldn't even process most of what they wrote since you were so busy staring at the photos of Charles kissing his ex girlfriend.

It was if everything around you just shattered in front of you, that the past year you spent with him was for nothing. All of those dates, kisses, meeting his family, introducing him to your grandma, all for nothing. What hurt even more was the fact that Charles was your first boyfriend after about 2 years since your last ex did the same exact thing.

You were so lost in thought that you didn't even hear the door click as Charles entered your shared hotel room. He just finished having dinner with his team, enjoying a great night out, something he didn't deserve.

As he called your name in such a gentle and loving tone, it made you resent him. How could he possibly act so innocent when you have a literal stack of evidence of him cheating right in your hands. How could he keep acting as if everything was fine?

You turned, tears falling out of your eyes rapidly as your lips shivered, unable to stop yourself from showing how you truly felt. Instantly, he ran to you and held your hand, so gentle and soft, yet those hands were all over his ex last week. You shoved his hand away, simply tossing your phone at him. His eyes scanned the screen, his look of concern being replaced with a face that was mortified.

"Amor," He says gently, once again his hand reaches out to grab your face but you refuse to let him near you. "(Y/N), please, I... I know... I'm so sorry."

His lack of a defense made you even sicker, how could he not even explain himself??? Not even an excuse of being drunk, being stupid, of the photos being old. Not a single excuse, meaning he knew how wrong he was and yet he still did it to please himself, completely forgetting about you.

"We're done." You try to say in a firm tone, but your throat was so tight that it became a whisper. You stood up from the bed, as you hastily began to pack your bags as Charles paced the room with his hands hiding his face.

"Amor, please stop." He says as he tries to stop you. "I-I'll break it off with her."

But you could tell, from the slight stutter and the way his eyes were darting across your face to read you: he was lying yet again. So you shook your head, wiping your tears with your hands as you ran out of the room to order an Uber to somewhere else, anywhere else.

And he didn't stop you. He knew he fucked up, and he knew he didn't deserve you.

Lando Norris | 04

Doing Lando's laundry was boring, but you knew it needed to be done. It was one of the many tasks you did for him to help make his life just a bit easier, especially since he has little to no clue how to even use a washing machine. The last time he did his own laundry, the entire apartment was filled with soap suds because he overloaded it with detergent.

As you made sure to tie his hoodie strings together and empty his pockets, you grabbed something odd out of his trousers. A hotel key card. This wouldn't have been super odd, he's forced to sleep in hotels 24/7 due to his job except the fact that it wasn't a fancy hotel like usual. You knew McLaren would only put Lando in the best hotels possible, so it was suspicious to see a random hotel brand that's known for being cheap and easy to buy.

You could feel something wrong in your guts, something telling you that this wasn't just some random bad booking from McLaren but instead something deeper. It felt extremely stalker-ish but you needed to satisfy the voice in your head: so you looked through Lando's bank statements.

And that's when you saw that he booked this room three nights ago, when he told you he was staying at Oscar's place after a huge party. You could feel your heart sink, assuming the worse possible scenario. But you tried to push those thoughts aside and see the best in him.

But that attempt was cut short, as you scrolled up and saw multiple bookings at random hotels. So many random hotels that you eventually lost track. The only things that was also being charged on his card were drinks, which were always bought in extreme amounts before booking a room.

You weren't dumb, your brain connected the dots easily: he was cheating on you. But you still didn't have solid evidence beside bank statements. Besides, maybe he wasn't cheating on you? Maybe he just gets super wasted and then crashes at a hotel instead of his fancy one to sleep? Sounds stupid, but then again Lando is pretty stupid.

So you decided to dig deeper, going through his bank history to see if he has any other odd statements. That's when you saw money constantly being sent to random Zelles, Paypals, and Venmos. You thought it would just be him paying his friends back or giving them some money - but all of the names were female. Tiffany, Rebecca, Malibu, and many more. Oddly enough it was always on the nights he got a hotel. Almost as if he was paying a girl for a service. But there's no way he could be cheating? He's just your plain old stupid Lando, right?

Continuing your stalker behavior, you searched the girls names online. And you were right - all your worst fears coming true. They were all models, drop dead gorgeous models. Skinny, tall, blonde, and rich, his exact type. And as if couldn't get worse, all of those models followed him and he followed them back. And even more worse, the more you scrolled through the girls feed: you could connect the entire story. You knew you needed to leave.

As you cried whilst packing your bags, you heard the door click. He came home, much earlier than you expected him to. Normally you'd run to him, greeting him with kisses and hugs. He went searching for you, finding you on the floor as you folded your clothes into your second large suitcase.

"Love? What's going on???" He says, panicking and trying to keep his cool. He knew that you knew, there's no other reason for you to pack besides that. Instantly, he got onto his knees, being at your eye-level as his hand went on top of yours, trying to stop you from packing.

But you flinch your hand away, giving him a nasty glare as you stared at him coldly. You wanted to speak to him, curse him out, shove all of your evidence into his face, but you couldn't. Your throat was shut tight and your lungs were barely able to give you enough oxygen to breathe whilst crying.

"Just tell me, please, please just tell me what I did." He said, as he started unpacking your bag. He took out your folded clothes, unravelling them, ruining your hard work to pack neatly. "You don't need to leave, we can fix this!"

His words made it clear that he knew, he knew that he's ben caught. And he knew that there was no way to defend his actions. Sure he was drunk, but making that "mistake" 40 times is a habit. As if to make you even mad, you saw Lando begin to cry.

As if his tears switched a gear in you, you smacked his hand away from your luggage as you hastily shoved all the now-unfolded clothes into your suitcase. "I'll never forgive you." You said with venom in your words despite your grief.

Oscar Piastri | 81

You couldn't find your favorite lip liner, it always went missing for some reason. Although you had other lip liners, you NEEDED this one, you were loyal to it. It was the best shade and buttery smooth, you wanted to use only the best products for this award show you were attending with Oscar.

But as you continued to search helplessly, you started to search Oscar's desk. Sometimes you would place stuff on his desk on accident. As you searched through his desk, you found a small little velvet box. Your heart instantly dropped, was that a ring? Possibly for you?! You have been dating for almost 2 years now, about to reach 3 years within a month. A smile crept onto your face, unable to hide the joy of possibly being Oscar's forever.

You sneakily opened the box, only to be met with a beautiful rose-gold necklace... Odd, you're not a rose-gold girl. You've always been a silver person since you were born. But the material didn't even matter, as you looked at the rose-gold plated name, "Lily", his ex's name...

Oh haha,,, you awkwardly close the box. Must have been an old gift he was supposed to give her? Except, as you examined the box, there wasn't an ounce of dust on it. And even worse, you checked the bottom of the velvet box, with a message saying, "Happy 6 Years, my Lily." The exact amount of time they would have been dating, if you never came in the picture...

"(Y/N)! We have to go now! We're about to be late-" Oscar came into the room, looking at your holding onto the small box. Instantly, his eyes widened as he quickly grabbed the box out of your hands. "Why are you snooping around my desk??"

As if you snooping was the biggest issue, and not the fact the he has a gift for his ex - or actually, not his ex, but his other girlfriend. His defensiveness and blame was shocking to you, he's never been like this before. Usually he's calm and collected, able to talk any issue out, but now it's as if he's defending his life.

"Why do you have that...?" You question him, voice weak from worry that your reassurances to yourself were all false. "Why does it say Lily?"

"It's nothing, we need to go now." He says, dismissing you completely as he shoved the necklace into his pocket. His back turned as he walked out of his office, his shoulders were tense, hands pushing his hair back as he chewed the inside of his mouth - high from nerves.

But you couldn't care less for this stupid award show, you chased him and asked again as his hand was on the door knob. "Oscar, what's the necklace for? Why does it say Happy 6 years?" You voice shivered slightly.

He was unable to answer, not sure how to get out of this. Although he's been hiding Lily for ages, now it seemed as if he was unable to do it for any longer. "We'll talk about it when we get back home." He says, trying to stall for more time to come up with an excuse and plan.

But you stood your ground, standing in the house still while he was waiting outside of the door. As you both looked in each others eyes, your eyes welling up with tears while Oscar's were colder than usual: it was as if you could both tell it was the end.

"Can you at least act fine for 3 more hours." He says apathetically, making the tears finally fall from your eyes which answer his question. No, you could not act fine for 3 hours, how would that even be possible. You guess it is possible since Oscar has been acting "fine" for 3 fucking years with you.

Your tears didn't even make him flinch, instead it made him sigh. His hand pushed on the knob as he left you in the room, alone. You understood what his silence meant: it was over. You began to pack the essential before calling your best friend to get you. Within a span of 10 minutes, the man that you saw being your future husband was gone.

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