#also found these amazing earrings I plan on getting

[melodyanqel]

Heart Stealer | w.hj

summary: a little angel visits her father at his workplace.

pairing: husband!father!ha-joon x wife!mother!reader

genre/tags: fluff, established relationship, married couple, the cast of squid game being a family

wc: 1.2k words

a/n: it's been so so so long since i last wrote a one shot and i missed these. so i did one of my beloved hajoon hehe. i'm also planning to do more of my fav k-actors and dramas/shows so stay tuned! enjoy reading my luvs

pt. 2 - fairness

Squid Game is a worldwide phenomenon, and one of the most appealing features is the set designs. You are a passionate set designer. You illustrate your imagination and make it come to life for Squid Game and other popular Korean movies and dramas. 

Aside from your entertainment career, you are a mother and wife to one beautiful baby girl and the magnificent actor, Wi Ha-joon. Your love story with him is like something out of a K-drama.

The couple met during the first season of Squid Game and somehow Ha-joon found interest in a lovely woman who taught him how to draw the masks of the Pink Guards. Then, he asked her if she was available after filming. Like that, a spark ignited between the actor and the set designer. 

Ha-joon saw that you were the one for him, the starlight who showed him the brightest and happiest pathway in life. So, he proposed a hand in marriage. You straightaway agreed to be his wife and unexpectedly become the mother of his children. 

Wi Hwa-young is the cutest and sweetest baby angel. 

She immediately received so much love from Ha-joon’s fans and celebrity friends. She has her mother’s pretty eyes and lips while she has her father’s cute ears and elegant face shape and nose. She might become the next beauty queen in Asia and other places.

Hwa-young is also super talkative or babbles nonsense because she loves people’s attention and they just laugh and smile at her. Of course, like most daughters, she is a daddy’s girl. Hwa-young would get excited whenever you say, “Appa” or Ha-joon’s name. 

A week before continuing to film Squid Game 2, you told her about taking her to work and Ha-joon will be there. Hwa-young happily bounced in her height chair and squealed. You couldn’t resist squishing her mochi-like cheeks and hugging her tiny body because she was too adorable. It warms your heart that she loves Ha-joon so much. He once doubted himself about not being the perfect father and it’s common for most upcoming dads to get nervous, but for him it’s different. 

Ha-joon is an actor with so much fame and will likely be out and less at home. Like the best wife that you are, you assured him that he wouldn’t be the worst father in the world because he truly cares about you and Hwa-young. Ha-joon cried when you comforted him. It also made you love him more whenever he expressed his vulnerability. 

Now in the present time, the family will continue to grow happy and healthy. 

“Wow! You look like a princess!” 

Hwa-young is sitting on the bed as you dress her up. It’s spring so you have her dressed in a pink floral dress with short sleeves, frilly socks, and strapped shoes. You even added a bow clip with a glittery heart in the middle on her ebony hair. “Are you excited to see appa?” You asked and earned a joyful giggle. You etched a smile. “He is excited too. How about Jung-jae samchon, Byung-hun samchon, and everyone else?” You say the names of the famous actors and Hwa-young continues to giggle out loud. 

Once finishing her outfit, you take your child, purse, and baby bag, ready to leave the apartment. It’s very spacious with a gorgeous view of the city and perfect for a family of three. You enter your car to buckle up Hwa-young in her seat. She is seven months old and is close to the stage where she can walk. She has been crawling and it amazes her parents how fast she moves. Maybe one day she’ll become athletic like Ha-joon. 

You shut the driver’s door and start up the vehicle. “Ready baby?” You reached your hand behind your seat to touch Hwa-young’s small hand. She shakes yours as a response. You chuckle, “Okay. Let’s go!” You begin exiting the parking lot and making your way to the studio. It’ll be another long filming day, but Hwa-young will brighten the mood as you work. 

The thirty-minute drive was smooth, considering it was the weekend and usually gets hectic. You arrived at the place and parked the car. “We’re here, baby.” You tell your daughter, who babbles so cutely. You then gathered yourself to help Hwa-young out of her seat and take your belongings. A mother is always carrying a lot of stuff so it’s typical. 

You have your ID badge around your neck for access management and a sense of identity. All of your colleagues wear them because working in the film industry is like working in an ordinary job but with celebrities. People must know your name to communicate and cooperate with you. And it’s to show you are working for the production team. 

As soon as you walk in, the staff members greet you and Hwa-young, more like going frantic when they see her. She does the same by flailing her arms with a big smile. 

After saying hello to the staff members, you go to your office. While going through the hallways in a big studio, you see the cast members are together in a room, rehearsing their lines. 

Ha-nuel is the first person to see you and Hwa-young. “Y/N! Princess! Hello!” A large smile plays on his handsome face. In unison, the men and women are ecstatic to see you both. 

Jung-jae reaches out his arms. “Come to samchon!” He beams at the sight of the baby. You handed Hwa-young to the star of the show. She instantly got comfortable in his arms. “You’re much bigger now,” Jung-jae said, kissing her forehead. Byung-hun is next to him and he gently pokes Hwa-young's soft chubby cheek. “You look so pretty today. Are you a real angel?” He asked and his index finger got held by Hwa-young’s little hands. 

You and the actors and actresses laughed merrily at the precious interaction. One by one, they all take turns holding Hwa-young because she is their mood booster and is clearly enjoying it. Your baby should be called, ”Little Miss Popular.” 

Si-wan was the last person to hold her and she squished his cheeks, hard. “Hwa-young-ah! Samchon loves you too!” He cried out through the pain yet allowed her to do whatever she wanted. Yu-ri takes out her phone to snap a picture. “Aww so cute!” She gushed at the moment and everyone did the same thing—taking videos and pictures of Si-wan getting attacked by Hwa-young.

Ae-sim says, “For such a tiny being she is strong.” The oldest of the cast is amazed by Hwa-young’s growth. You nodded, “Ha-joon’s child through and through.” You and the people can see the resemblance. 

Then, the man of the hour walks into the room. He is wearing all black, fluffy dark hair down, and the slight stubble on his upper lip is showing. Ha-joon’s appearance looks mysterious and cold but he quickly smiles when he spots the love of his life and princess. 

“Wow, this room is cheery.” Ha-joon comments on the upbeat atmosphere. You tell him, “Well your daughter has the effect.” You watch Hwa-young pulling on Si-wan’s hair. 

Ha-joon snickered and helped his friend out. “You little mischief. Are you stealing people’s hearts?” He gingerly takes his daughter into his arms and nuzzles his nose against her nose. She squeals at the ticklish touch.

Seo-hwan speaks out of the blue, “Just like her father.” His comment has the cast and you laughing, jovially. Ha-joon blushed and Hwa-young looked clueless. Dong-uk cleared his throat from laughing too much. “She will become a heart stealer when she grows older.” He stated, which has the father chuckling nervously. 

“I hope not,” Ha-joon replied in a playful yet stern voice. You sighed and rolled your eyes because you expected him to be overprotective. 

[kisses4reid]

protect | ·˚ ༘ spencer reid ,,

summary - you get badly injured on a case, and the hospital visit ruins your surprise.

genre - fem!bau!reader x spencer, hurt/comfort, little bit of angst and arguing, fluff, happy ending!! reader can bear children (has female anatomy)

warnings - pregnancy, major injuries, mentions of gross hospital things, r uses she/her pronouns, usual criminal minds violences

w/c - 2.2k

a/n - thank u for the request! loved the idea immediately and this is the first time i’m writing abt pregnancy and stuff so pls do not quote me on anything!!! also this writing isn’t my best, sorry abt that. okay bye have fun reading

request - (@ursuu-la) hihihi idk if you're taking requests, but what if u write something where Spencer and a fem reader are dating and she's pregnant, but she's kinda scared(? or nervous to tell Spencer. And maybe she could tell it to one of the girls of the team to find a way of approaching Reid, but then she gets hurt or something happens to her in a case.

“Oh. My. God.”

You turned your attention from the open manila folder to Garcia’s multiple screens, searching each one for something important, “What?”

“Y/n M/n Reid. You’re pregnant?” Garcia spun in her chair with an angry expression while pointing a ringed finger at the main computer screen. It was your medical history - which you allowed her to search so she could experiment with a new hacking technique - but you had forgotten about your recent discovery.

Your hand was clamped over your mouth as you stared in shock and started rambling through your fingers, “Garcia. I swear, nobody knows - I wasn’t keeping this from just you,” you placed your hands on her shoulders when she stood up in disappointment, sending her office chair to collide with the desk, “Spencer doesn’t even know, please Garcia. Don’t tell anyone.”

Your eyes searched hers for a promise or compromise, but instead you got welling tears.

“Garcia?”

“Y/n, your pregnant with a little Reid! This is amazing- How come you haven’t told him? I’ll have a new little nephew or niece! Y/n!” She squealed and took your hands to spin you in a circle in her small office. You immediately felt nauseous and slowed the excited girl, her hair accessories threatening to fall off in her happiness. You held your stomach and whispered,

“No spinning, I’ll throw up.”

She glanced to her computer screens and shut them down immediately, sitting back down and taking a deep breath. “This is great! Right? Please tell me this is great, you’re already 6 weeks pregnant.”

You bit your lip and nodded, “I mean, I think it’s great but..” You lost yourself in thought.

Last year when you and Spencer got married, you had talked about starting a family many times. But every time you both agreed to wait a few more years in order to save up more money and maybe move into a bigger apartment or even a house. This was not what you planned.

Spencer liked having a plan, it was one thing you grew to love. He was organised and, due to his amazing memory, remembered everything, especially everything about you. And though you two had grown so close you were basically one person, this was the only time you had no idea how Spencer would react if he found out your secret.

“I don’t know how to tell Spencer.”

Garcia grinned, but it was quickly wiped away when she noticed a certain figure in the doorway. You spun on your heel, heart attacking your ribs. Luckily, it was not your husband, but your boss. He stood sternly and started, “We’ve got a case, wheels up in 30.”

You nodded and turned back to Garcia, all she did was wave and whisper, “I’ll text you.”

In the plane, you sat next to Spencer in the aisle seat, stomach feeling queasy and phone vibrating non-stop in your back pocket. You pinched the bone between your eyebrows and squinted at the case files that Hotch had quickly gone over. Morgan was spilling some theories, Prentiss backing him up, when Spencer lowered his head and whispered in your ear, “Are you okay? You seem tired.”

You put on a small smile and nodded, the fact that Spencer had noticed something wrong meant that the rest of the team would notice soon too. You raised yourself and squeezed Spencer’s hand that had been in your lap. You murmured a small excuse me to Hotch and excused yourself to the plane’s toilet.

Spencer began to get worried for your health. The past week and a half, you’d been eating less and then more, and then you’d say you felt sick, and then you were full of energy. You cancelled plans, you slept more, and you had started avoiding Spencer. You were getting sick, and distant, and he hated how you wouldn’t let him help you whenever he asked. He furrowed his eyebrows and shook his head slightly, attempting to focus on the profile.

Sat on the toilet, ready to double over into the bathroom sink, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through Garcias texts.

What about a baby onesie with Daddy’s favourite child on it?

What about a candle lit dinner?

What about donuts that spell out ‘I’m Pregnant!’

I’ve seen people purposefully burn bread and wait until their husbands understand, maybe that?

Maybe. But right now, that was not what you wanted to think about. On top of the case and the whole pregnancy situation, your symptoms were becoming harder to conceal.

A whole day of analysis, interrogating, leads and dead ends led you to a one story run down house with broken windows and an overgrown yard. You threw the FBI bullet vest over your shoulders as Spencer approached you with a tight smile. His hair was shorter these days, after he finally let you start cutting it, but nothing could change his attractiveness. His cologne wafted into your senses as he went behind you, tightening your vest and patting your back and waist down to make sure you were at optimal safety.

You could almost imagine he knew you were pregnant.

“Remember, if he’s in there, keep your distance. He’s a big guy but silent, and not all there.” He furrowed his eyebrows as he did a last check over of your vest, belt, and the position of your gun. You smiled and nodded,

“I know, Spence. I’ve been here too.”

He sighed and nodded, placing a small kiss on your cheek as a good luck.

You were married, but there was no guarantee you’d both make it out of any case. Every movement could be your last, and every interaction could be your last together.

Morgan slipped through the door after a man picked the front doors lock, Prentiss behind him and you behind her. After you, followed Hotch and Spencer.

“Clear!” Morgan called from the kitchen. You turned right down a hallway, Prentiss disappearing into a small room on the right and yelling,

“Clear!”

You entered the small bedroom, gun high and steps careful. It was an adults bedroom, maybe a teenager. There was posters of horror movies, a thin mattress on the floor and shelves of books and wooden cupboard holding what you believed to be clothes.

“Clea-“

The wind got knocked out of you, your shoulder colliding with the wall to your left and a sharp handle being jabbed into your side, as you plummeted against the floor and hearing a loud thump and shattering glass beside you. Miniscule, rainbow, dots clouded your vision, the adrenaline and the concussion you were sure you had numbing the pain coursing through your veins. You screamed in pain, Hotch entering almost immediately.

You lifted your right arm to point out the window, the glass shattered from where the unsub had escaped.

Spencer entered the room in a rush, eyes running over the fallen cupboard that would've been taller than the both of you, and then your small body in the corner. You held out your arm for him, and he placed his hands under your armpits, jolting back when you screeched in pain. "Y/n, your..." His eyes widened in shock and fear at the sight of your dislocated shoulder. Your right hand clutched to your left side - no doubt trying to comfort a massive bruise or worse.

He gulped, helping you up and throwing your good arm around his shoulders. The sudden movements blanked your vision for a few moments, a small lump forming on the front left side of your temple, and your legs trembled in the sudden need to hold yourself up. "Y/n, we just need to get you to the ambulance, alright?" Spencer told you reassuringly. He didn't know how much you could understand, your eyes were cloudy and your movements spaghetti-like, but he continued to reassure you anyways.

The paramedics set into action as soon as they saw your near limp body strung across Spencer's taller build. You were placed in the ambulance on a bed and before you knew it, there was a heavy clamp on your finger and two paramedics touching you and saying unexplainable things to each other. A short one with a beard came close to your vision, obvious aware it was still slightly blurred, "Agent Y/n. We need to take your shirt off in order to fix your shoulder okay? We need to pop it back in as quick as we can."

All you could do is nod, Spencer making most of the choices for you as your husband - he wouldn't put you through something he knew you would disagree with. They asked him questions, and while the voices came in and out of focus, the adrenaline was wearing off and suddenly your senses heightened. "Is she pregnant?"

The question rolled off the paramedics tongue like a rehearsed poem, and Spencer shook his head like there was no possible way you were. But as you saw needles being prepared, your heart started pounding so fast it got the attention of the professionals. "Y/n, are you still with us?"

To Spencer, you looked like you had just woken up to a bad dream, but there was something deeper - you were not unconcious, if anything you looked alert.

"I'm pregnant." The paramedics glanced at each other and Spencer's eyes widened. The one with the needle placed it down carefully on a table, and before you knew it, you were being pushed through hallways and into a awfully bright room.

You passed out, fear and exaustion catching up to you. But Spencer couldn't sleep. On top of the fact that his wife had just gotten her shoulder dislocated and then fixed, and a slight rib fracture, she was also pregnant.

Spencer doubted for the first half hour of waiting for you to wake up that you actually were. You were saying nonsense, you were injured and the adrenaline... usually causes people to tell the truth. He paced and went over everything that had been happening. The change in your behaviour, the tiredness, the sickness. It was all coming together like a puzzle, and he wondered why he didn't realise sooner.

"Spence?" A small voice called out, and he approached the hospital bed almost immediately.

"Y/n." Spencer smiled in relief, overjoyed that you were alright and breathing. He knew you'd be fine, but anything can be unpredictable. Anyone can be unpredictable. "I'm so glad you're okay."

"What happened?" You tried to sit up but Spencers soft hands encouraged you to stay laying down.

"The unsub pushed a cabinet at you. You collided with the wall and dislocated your shoulder." He explained softly, the doctors told him that the specific pain killers they gave you may cause some loopiness. "Oh." You whispered, eyes searching his face like you had never seen it before, and you smiled. You were here, and he was here, and you needed nothing more. Other than more pain killers.

Spencer bit his lip, and sighed, not sure if it was the right time to bring the blindside up at that moment.

"Y/n, darling, are you... pregnant?"

The small grin wiped off your face and you took some deep breaths, nodding and avoiding his gaze in fear of rejection. Spencer sighed, and pushed his hair away from his face, a smile rising onto his cheeks. Tears welled in his eyes from happiness. "This is great, this is... wow Y/n, I can't believe.." He gulped, "I can't believe you didn't tell me sooner."

Confusing his disbelief for anger, tears started dropping down your cheeks as you sat in silence. Spencer started to worry, "Do you... not want to have a baby with me? Or at all? Do you think I won't be a good father? I know that I've had my problems in the past but I promise I can be a good father-"

"Spencer." You called his name in shock, heart aching over his insecure questions. "I do want a baby, especially one with you. And I don't think you'll be a good father, I know you'll be a great one. I just," you wiped your cheeks and he sat down in a chair beside your bed, taking your hand in his. "I'm scared. I thought that you wouldn't want to have one right now because of our... plan. This is really early and we didn't get to save- and- I thought you'd be mad-" You had started blubbering now, the heart monitor becoming a ticking time bomb for a full on breakdown, before Spencer took your face in his hands and smashed your lips onto his.

He pulled back, smile wide, eyes full of adoration and sorrowfullness.

"Y/n, I don't care about that plan anymore. And I'm not mad." He searched your eyes with his, "I just wished you told me earlier. Maybe you wouldn't have been injured, because god knows I wouldn't have let you go out into the field."

"Spencer, I'm so sorry." You sniffled, placing your other hand on top of his.

"Oh, darling. You don't have to be sorry. I've made my injured and pregnant wife cry, I should be sorry."

You giggled, and leant forward to kiss him on the nose. "So it's really okay?"

"Of course. You just have to heal quickly, and I'll do all the rest."

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[aklaustaleteller]

Could you make an imagine where Klaus Mikaelson is the father figure to the reader despite not being her real dad? And her birth father came back trying to take her but Klaus wouldn’t stand for it and wouldn’t let him take the reader?

Home

Klaus had just been taking a stroll through the woods when he finds himself walking towards the sounds of a beta's broken sobs. Seeing the little abandoned wolf, Klaus takes her home with him, hoping that he'd be able to become her safe place -- which he very successfully does. But what happens when Y/n's biological father returns after ages in hopes of getting her back?

Warnings - None really, other than the fact that it's quite sad (but with happy outcomes I promise <3)

Word Count - 4.0k

Masterlist | please reblog the fic if you like it!

I'm so so so sorry for my absence the past whole week but hey, this is quite literally a 4k worded fic! So hopefully that makes up for it? (Also, thank you for the request, lovely anon. Please do tell me if you like it!!)

Also! I took the idea of Y/n's wolf being a little out of control from this very very amazing fic written by the truly talented @klausysworld Please do give the fic a read, if you haven't already that is, hahah <3

Klaus had been taking a stroll through the woods, his feet carrying him just about anywhere while his mind sped through thoughts a million miles an hour. He made plans, then backed them up with another one, and then made another one, just in case. And he'd just lifted his leg to cross over a fallen tree when his body came to an unnatural halt.

He was never caught off guard, but right now, as he heard hushed sobs and a heart that was beating in a painfully broken rhythm, he couldn't help but gently continue his stroll – in a particular direction with an aim, this time.

His head tilted as he neared the source of the sound, his nose picking up on a beta scent. It had been way too long since he had come across a beta, his major interactions occurring with either other Alphas or Omegas, or Vampires. As well as some other species that rather got on his nerves, such as the witches. It intrigued him.

From quite afar, his eyes finally caught sight of a rather small frame crouched against the rough bark of a tree, a jerk shaking their body every time their back accidently met with it, followed by another painful but gritted howl.

But what made Klaus' frown deepen even further, was the sight of wolf ears growing from the person's head. He felt as though his eyes were deceiving him; he had never come across something like this and if he wasn't mistaken, he was pretty sure that this was just an untrained little wolf -- or perhaps it was the strangeness making him think that there couldn't possibly be another mythical creature that was actually all too real.

So, he walked closer, his head a little ducked and shoulders bunched up on either side of his neck as he tried not to make any sound as that would surely startle the ...child, he realised.

The little frame, sobbing into their hands with their knees bunched up against their torso, belonged to a child. A werewolf child who was beginning to lose control of their wolf, and just then Klaus noticed a tail curling up against the little one's back in order to provide comfort.

He flinched when some wood broke unde his step, alerting the little girl and his heart cracked like a drought-stricken land when she jerked and looked up at him with eyes so big, full of fear swarming them and so much sadness that he could drown in it and not be found.

She immediately backed up into the tree, hissing sharply when her back met the unruly surface but not once did her eyes move away from him. Her lips trembled, a fat tear rolling down her cheek against her will and Klaus noted that the girl could not be older than a decade.

Taking another step towards her, Klaus froze when her wolf ears went back in, and a sob broke out of her mouth.

"Please, sir! I will do whatever you ask of me, but please don't hurt me," she shouted at him, fully breaking down into heart wrenching sobs as she tried to get up on wobbly legs but fell to the ground right away due to the tremor coursing through her body.

Tears blurred his vision for a second before he took the final step toward her which brought him close enough to sit on his knees beside her and rest his hand on her head.

"It's alright, little wolf. I'm not here to harm you," Klaus whispered, feeling her body falling into shambles under his touch. But when she looked up at him with uncertainty in her eyes, he couldn't help but pass her a reassuring smile.

"You are safe with me, sweetheart," he said, now weaving his hand across her forehead to brush away the hair that stuck to it. "Yes?" He asked her with a soft nod, bringing her closer to his chest when she too, nodded. Her eyes were still uncertain but he could tell that it won't take long for her to let go.

This was a child, full of enough naivety to trust a stranger and Klaus was more than glad that he’d found her before someone else could’ve. And maybe his Alpha scent provided her with the extra comfort that she most likely needed, but Klaus wasn’t complaining.

So he rested his back against the tree this time and let her sit in his lap, his arms around her in a way that cocooned her away from whatever that had pained her so terribly, and ready to protect her from anything that came her way with poisonous intentions.

His heart clenched inside his chest when the little girl curled up against him, finally letting the sobs rake through her body and for all the sadness to cause havoc inside her little heart before it left her alone for good.

And for some reason, Klaus just knew to avoid her back. It was clear that she was hurt over there somehow, making him rub his hand up and down her arm instead, and rock the two of them side to side for a little bit. Slowly and slowly, her wails turned into softer sobs and then finally, Klaus heard her heartbeat go back to a normal pace again.

He looked down to see if she'd cried it all out, wanting her to tell him about the culprit who had hurt her like this but when he found that she had slipped into a deep, peaceful slumber, he didn't even think once before carrying her home with him, covering her up under his duvet while he sat on the sofa across the bed, looking at her and telling himself that there was no way he was going to be able to let her go.

He just felt something between them, something that brought them closer in a way he had never experienced before. He felt like he was supposed to love her, care for her, teach her all about the world and show her the wonders. He felt like taking her responsibility, giving her his last name and raising her protected from the world.

Perhaps it was because he, somewhere, saw his inner child in her. The child that so helplessly begged for just some love from his father and got the horrifying abuse instead. 

Klaus wanted to take her under his wing and be there for her while she grew up. He wanted this very clearly abandoned little wolf to call him her father, and his brothers her uncles and his sisters her aunts.

He couldn't sleep all night, fearing that she'd wake up and ask for her actual parents. And he knew he'd take her back in an instant if she wanted to, but it would tear him apart into uncountable and unrecognisable shreds.

And so, he waited all night for her to wake up and hopefully deny him when he'd ask her if she wanted to go back home. And Klaus would go to hell and back to build her a home; to become her home.  

But despite his stubborn decision to stay up and look after her, Klaus awoke to something soft and comforting touching his whatever exposed skin. And as he cracked open his eyes, the sunlight was already pouring inside his room and one of his blankets was draped over him. And he knew it hadn’t been on him for long as he had felt it sliding across his frame, and yet he couldn’t catch sight of the carer. 

That was, until he began getting up and he looked down to find the little girl, sitting beside his feet and looking up at him with doe eyes full of ...joy. He noted that the girl was happy to see that he was finally awake, her heartbeat picking up just a little as a smile slid on her mouth. 

“Thank you, Alpha,” the girl mumbled shyly, placing her hands on his knees while she began standing up. And Klaus’ arms instantly went ahead in order to prevent her from falling but she didn’t stumble once, reminding him that she probably had werewolf healing powers that performed with a slight delay due to her young age. 

Klaus opened his mouth to say something but when the girl warily wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on the very tip of her toes to do so, he found himself caught off guard, once again. But regardless, he hugged her back rather tightly, lifting her off the ground and bringing her on the sofa. 

“Are you okay now, little wolf? Does it still hurt?” Klaus asked her, one of his hands cupping her face while the other cradled her. And his heart swooned when she curled up on him just like the night prior, but this time only soft breaths passed through her mouth. 

“The wounds have healed, Alpha,” she mumbled, almost hiding her face by tucking it away in his chest. “But my heart still hurts, I think,” her voice wavered as she confessed, now clenching his henley in her fist due to the unease it brought to her.

“Oh, little wolf,” Klaus sighed, his eyebrows turned into an upside down frown as he looked upon her with pity. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” He whispered, cautious so she wouldn’t shut him off, even though she was too young to know of such a thing.

“My father, he – he kicked me out of the pack yesterday,” she told him with a quivering voice, tears beginning to pool in her eyes once again. “He told me – he said that he doesn’t love me… that – that he never has!” She cried out, a sob aching her throat and wrapping itself around it so tightly that it was almost beginning to choke her. 

“He said he doesn’t love me,” she repeated, her body now shaking in Klaus arms as his heart crumpled inside his chest as he noted just how much she cared and felt, and that she was having to relive it again right now. 

“Why did he kick you out, darling?” Klaus asked, wanting to end her misery and just a one line answer would be enough for him to go over and slaughter the entire pack.

“He wanted me to learn how to handle the pack once he wouldn’t be there anymore, how – how to be an Alpha,” she told him, tears flowing out of her eyes that had now grown bloodshot red. 

And just then, her ears popped out of her head once again, and Klaus couldn’t help but pet the welted ears in order to help her calm down. 

“But I didn’t want to! I – I don’t want to take charge after him!” She told Klaus, this time her voice changed its tone to be more convincing and desperate. She sat upright, trying to show Klaus just how much she’d rather work behind the scenes than take the lead officially.

“It’s okay, little wolf – you won’t have to anymore,” Klaus reassured the girl, weaving his fingers through her hair and pressing a kiss on her forehead. “You’ll be here with me, safe and sound, and I will love you, sweetheart,” he whispered, looking into her eys with the purest sincerity.

“I truly love you, little wolf,” Klaus said softly at recieving a questioning look from her, asking if he honestly meant what he was saying. “And I will always show you love.”

She brightened up at that, the shine of a couple stars returning to her eyes as she got up, but then saddened again. “But what about home?” She asked, her tears beginning to dry up on her cheeks as she wiped them away. 

“Do you wish to go home?”

“No,” she trailed off, looking away from his eyes as if guilty, causing Klasu to cup her cheeks and turn her back to face him. 

“Then I’ll be your home, little wolf,” he smiled at her. “Yes?” 

The girl nodded, quickly leaning in to press a kiss on his dimpled cheek. 

“What’s your name, darling?” 

“Y/n, Alpha,” she answered him, and Klaus wanted more than anything for her to call him her father or dad, but knew that he should give her some time. 

“Lovely,” he grinned, taking her in his arms and getting up to let her in the shower and then introduce her to the rest of the Mikaelsons. 

And it wasn’t long before Klaus found himself officially adopting Y/n, making her  a Mikaelson and his heart had swollen inside his ribs when she’d so shyly asked him if she could finally call him her father. 

Over the first couple months only Klaus noticed that her gentle and empathetic nature valued deep and personal connections with people over power and attention. He also learned that the reason she hid her high intelligence and outstandingness in whatever field she chose, was because that was simply ingrained in her beta personality. 

So, gradually, books all about betas began to fill shelves in their library quarter of the house. 

“Father!” Came in a shrieking voice, followed by his ears picking up on a rapid heartbeat and he was out of the bed in an instant, checking her over to see if she was hurt and he only shook his head when he found that Kol had just been chasing her around the house, early in the morning to keep her interest while Freya made breakfast for her. 

“Good morning, little wolf,” Klaus grinned, picking her up off the ground and spinning with her in his hold, pressing as many kisses as he could all over her face as she pressed her palm against his face to keep his stubble away.

Loud giggles and squeaks echoed throughout the mansion as Klaus brought her back to bed with him, letting her lay on top of him.

It quite hurt him that she was too tall to curl up on him now, but it still felt good when her heart pressed up against his despite the many layers of bones and skin and clothing keeping them apart. 

“Uncle Kol was chasing me with his vampire speed! Tell him that that’s not fair!” She whined, looking pointedly at Kol who was shaking his head at the door. 

“You’re a wolf, little one,” Klaus began, pulling her attention back on him. “You can outrun anyone,” he smiled. 

Y/n contemplated that for a second before she moved to sit upright beside him with a pout on her mouth. “Anyone but you, father.”

Klaus laughed at that, tackling her back into bed. “You do not wish to outrun me, now do you, little wolf?” He asked her, getting out of bed and letting her cling to him on his chest as he went downstairs. He knew that as a wolf, she preferred to nuzzle anywhere she found warmth, and that his chest was one of her favourite places. 

Sitting her down on the chair next to him, Klaus let her eat her food by herself. Sure, the honey did drizzle down her chin once but he didn’t mind, instantly cleaning it up with his thumb before it could’ve slipped down any further. 

Elijah asked her questions about the storybook he had bought her a couple days prior, Rebekah asked her if the girl wanted to help her aunt pick out a dress, Kol warned her against it by threatening to chase her and Freya smacked all of them on the back of their heads, telling them off to let you eat.

“Father, are you free to paint with me after this?” Y/n asked, looking at him with eyes that had truly unintentionally turned similar to a little puppy’s. 

Klaus finished his food, noting another thing that her shyness had truly dissipated into thin air. And all that it had left behind was politeness and some convincing eyes that could get the devil to let go of a deal.

“Of course, Y/n,” he smiled, getting up and grinning when she trotted behind him happily with her own empty plate in her hand. He watched as she put it in the sink and washed her hands and mouth, letting her chug down her orange juice for once as he wiped his own mouth. 

Once again, she followed him back inside his studio like a lost puppy. Klaus came back out with the heavier and the majority of supplies in his hands while Y/n skipped behind him with the paints and the brushes in hers.

Walking into the front yard, Klaus set down all of their stuff and sat himself in front of her, chuckling when he noticed that she’d already begun twirling her brush around on her canvas, not a single thought in her mind as she let out anything that flashed in front of her eyes, onto the paper. 

Klaus on the other hand, decided to make a painting of colours chosen from her hair. Every colour he saw in the midst of her hair strands, he put it on his canvas, slowly and slowly morphing into a tree’s bark.

And when he checked upon her canvas to see where her painting was going, he felt his dimples dig inside his cheeks at the sight of every and any shade of green that she could find – perhaps in his eyes, Klaus realized when she raised her head to look into his eyes and went back to working. 

Almost all of his days went like this, waking up to her running into his room after having had a shower, holding her in his arms for a little then taking her down for breakfast, where she would convince him to paint with her for a little.

After that he’d let her go off with Eilajh to read and learn some other things by Freya that she probably needed to learn. He would be out of the mansion during that, out to mind his business and kill his own minions because of their brave stupidity. 

When he’d return to the mansion, Y/n would sleepily trod out of her bed and into his arms, let him pick her up and take her to bed where he’d just hold her and tell her how much he loved her, because someone had probably already read her a story or two. 

Some nights she would wake up crying from a nightmare about her biological father, and then she would find herself running into Klaus’ arms which were already open, having heard her rushed footsteps and broken sobs. 

Her wolf ears no longer popped out since Klaus had spent an insurmountable time helping her take her wolf under her control, but every once in a while, depending upon how bad the nightmare was, her tail would creep out of her shirt and curl itself either around Klaus’ arms or her own back, which Klaus didn’t object at seeing that she only did this when she was crying in his arms.

But once they’d finish painting, Y/n would run into the house with her and Klaus’ painting to show them off to her uncles and aunts, leaving Klaus behind to clean up the mess. But he didn’t mind it one bit, only laughing when she’d come back looking guilty and saying that she was sorry that she’d once again forgotten to help him clean up in her excitement. 

And that’s exactly what had happened just now. 

“It’s okay little wolf,” Klaus assured her. “You know I don’t mind it,” he said and let her hug him to show him just how bad she felt.

He rubbed her back, and got up with her hand in his, looking down at the back of her head and smiling as she led their way back inside. 

“Wait father!” She paused her walking. “Look, the weather has taken a turn,” she stated, pointing at the sky in which angry clouds had begun swirling, the fluffy white ones long gone. 

“Does that mean it’s reading time?” 

“Yes!” The girl shrieked, jumping up and down, making Klaus laugh as she ran off to meet up with Elijah. 

He caught himself grinning long after she had left his line of sight and shook his head, a smile still pasted on his mouth as he turned around to rule over the so-called supernatural adults whom even Y/n was smarter than. 

“I see you’ve taken a liking to playing her father, Niklaus,” a rough voice said from behind, and while it hadn’t caught Klaus off guard, what had was the fact that this man was brave and dumb enough to step a foot in such close proximity to him. 

Surely, he must have come with a death wish. 

“Roman,” Klaus said out loud the name of Y/n’s biological father, his voice full of venom and he could’ve spat at the man in front of him. “I see you’re feeling daring today, perhaps even like dying?” He proposed, taking a threatening step towards the man. 

Klaus had, the very next night of when he’d found Y/n, went on to slaughter Roman’s entire pack. He had let the man live since he wanted him to see and live through his own daughter's hatred towards him. So much hatred that she didn’t even look his way anymore, let alone call him her father.

“Let’s not get this messy, Niklaus,” Roman started but before he could’ve finished, Klaus had him pinned against the very door frame he was leaning so cockily on. 

“I’m not your friend, Roman,” he gritted through his teeth, knowing that he didn’t need to clarify any further as to what he meant by that. 

“Sir,” Roman started, stretching his neck. “I want my daughter back,” he said.

Red flashed in front of Klaus’ eyes as he sped towards Roman, tearing through his flesh and ribs to clench his heart in his fist. “I would’ve been a fan of such bravery had you not made the mistake of calling her your daughter when she fucking refuses to even recognise you,” Klaus finally spat at him, his grip on his heart so tight that it could burst due to the pressure. 

“I will rip your heart out and shove it down your throat if you dare once again to call my daughter, yours, or call your lame excuse of a self, her father,” he said, pulling on his heart lightly. “She is mine, and I love her and this is her home now.”

“I am her home,” he gritted his teeth so hard that they could’ve shattered. 

Roman’s frame was beginning to get blue, knocking the realisation into Klaus that his hold on his heart was so hard that it was struggling to beat. “Go to the opposite side of the world and never look back here again,” Klaus compelled him, finally taking his hand back out of his chest. 

“Now off you go,” he said, maybe shooed. “I am sure you know that a wolf bite can only be cured by my blood,” he hissed venomously, his eyes shining golden as vampire streaks drew themselves through his skin.

And once Roman had finally sped out, Klaus let out a breath and his heart to rest again, his hands trembling at the thought of what could’ve happened right now had he not been who he truly is. 

Rushing into his room to clean himself off, Klaus rushed back out to Y/n who was currently sitting in front of Elijah. 

“Little wolf!” Klaus called for her as he stood at the doorway of the room, his vision getting blurry when she came running to him with the biggest smile on her face. 

“Yes father? Missed me, didn’t you?” She giggled teasingly, wrapping her arms around him and Klaus couldn’t help but nuzzle in the nape of her neck, holding her tightly against him as he kneeled on the floor and felt a tear slip past the slit of his eyes. 

“I love you, my little wolf,” he said, whimpering. 

“Oh, I love you too, father,” she sighed, resting her head against his shoulder. “You should know that I’ll always be your little wolf.”

“Forever and always, my precious” Klaus breathed, pressing a chaste kiss on her cheek before resting his forehead against it for a moment, breathing in her scent and reminding himself that she’d also become his home now. 

[insomniadreamzz]

G!p Jinx popping the cherry? 🤭🤭

I love that idea 👀👀

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Distraction

G!P Jinx x Fem!Reader (Dom!Jinx)

TW// G!P, NSFW

Ever since you came into her life, Jinx had a reason to fight for. Not trying to blow herself up anymore every time it looked like she would lose.

In you, she saw a woman that loved her just the way she is and who didn’t judge her. Of course you had your moments where you would fight when she got a bit too crazy about some things, deep down you only wanted to protect her from harming herself accidentally.

The more time passed, the more possessive she got over you. Wanting to blow everyone up who just looked at you a little too much. Her being very clingy towards you wasn’t a big secret in Zaun tho. One wrong move or look and she will show them that you are hers.

Today was one of those days. Jinx being all exhausted at the end of the day but she still didn’t stop tinkering on some new weapons. You sat there on her couch, looking at her working for hours now.

„Don’t you want to rest already? You seem very tired.“ You told her but she didn’t pay attention at all as usual.

„Jinx?“ You call again but nothing.

You didn’t like when she was working without a pause because you know how tired she actually was. So you got up with a huff, walking towards her and sitting on her lap without caring what she was working on now.

„Ugh…really Toots??“ She said with a frown, dropping the tools in her hands on the table. „You didn’t listen to me so I need to get your attention in that way.“ You explained yourself, your hands wrapped around her shoulders.

„You need to relax, you can work on that tomorrow okay?“

Jinx responded with a sigh to your words, her hands now resting on your waist as she looked at you. „Mh…how can I focus on my work when you straddle my lap like that??“ Her voice changed to a more husky one, you knew she liked that way of distraction the most, making you smile as your attempt worked, getting her whole attention now.

„Thats the plan. I want you to relax and focus on me now.“ You whispered into her ear, exactly knowing that it turned her on when she felt your warm breath against her skin.

„Come on, you know the teasing is my part.“ She said with a little chuckle, sounding innocent but she wasn’t innocent at all.

You leaned back again so you could look at her, noticing in her look that she desperately needed you to continue your distraction so you did, leaning in for a kiss. The kiss quickly turned into a more passionate one as her tongue quickly found her was into your mouth, gaining soft hums from you. Jinx was more the rough kisser and you didn’t mind it at all, letting her bite and pull on your lower lip, sometimes she even bit a little too hard to make your lip bleed.

You both got more and more excited during the kiss, your hips moving automatically to grind against her crotch, soon feeling the bulge in her pants grow bigger.

„Mn…fuck…“ She cursed between the kiss, her hands traveling down to your ass, her nails digging into you.

You both pulled back to catch your breath, looking at each other lustfully, her beautiful pink eyes shimmering. You were always amazed by the beautiful colour they got because of the shimmer in her.

„You know…maybe it is okay to leave my work for now, I have to do my girl now.“ She said in between her soft panting and with that you both decided to continue it on her couch to be more comfortable.

On the way Jinx took off her pants, letting her already hard member free before sitting down, you follow her actions, also taking off your clothes and wanting to get closer to sit on her again but she stopped you in your tracks.

„No…you don’t get what you want that quicky. You need to deserve it. I want you on your knees for me.“ She commanded and you got the message, getting on your knees, your hand wrapping around her shaft.

You didn’t need more words, knowing already what she wanted and so you did, leaning forward to drag your tongue over the tip while your hand was gently moving up and down her shaft, noticing her body tensing up a little at your actions. Patience wasn’t one of the things that Jinx mastered well so you didn’t plan on letting her wait any longer, wrapping your lips around her and letting her cock slide down your throat.

„Fuck…yes keep sucking my cock baby…“ She moaned out, her hand tangling into your hair, making you hum softly.

You didn’t stop bobbing your head, getting faster and gaining soft moans from your lover, signaling you doing a good job.

All of this was making you throbbing wet. You used your free hand to touch yourself, running your fingers through your wet folds.

„Ah..what are you doing here?? No touching, that will be my job.“ Jinx pulled on your hair, signaling you should stop touching yourself, making you whine at the feeling. You stopped, resting your hands on her thighs as she thrusted her hips up into you, using your mouth just like she wanted.

„A-Ah…fuck! Your mouth feels so good! I am gonna-…ngh!“ With a grunt she came into your mouth, making you swallow everything of her cum before letting go of your hair, letting you pull away.

„That’s my good girl…“ She panted softly, calming down from her high but her eyes were still filled with passion as she made you get up on your feet and pushing you down on the couch, now she was on top of you, her still hard member all wet from your spit.

„Now…it’s your turn. You deserve it.“ She spoke with a lustful voice, rubbing her tip against your entrance, painfully slow. „P-Please…“ You whimpered underneath her, wanting her so bad. „Please what?? I want to hear it. Use your words.“ She was teasing you so much you couldn’t wait for any longer. „Please Jinx. Please fuck me.“ You begged, making her groan in response at you being so desperate for her, how could she deny you.

Actually Jinx couldn’t wait either, being glad you were such a good girl for her and begged so she moved inside of you easily since you were already so wet, you both letting out a moan at the feeling. You felt like losing control of your own body as she thrusted into you, filling her hideout with sweet wet sounds of your bodies and your moaning. „Fuck…so wet for me. You feel so good Toots!“

Jinx leaned down, kissing you hungrily as she thrusted into you before traveling down your neck and leaving hickeys there, her teeth feeling so good on your skin. „Ah! Fuck! Yes please harder!“ You whimpered in between your moans, driving Jinx crazy, making her move her hips harder, hitting your womb with her cock with each thrust.

„Hnn…I want to cum inside my pretty little girl…I want you to take all of it.“ She said as her hand wrapped around your neck, squeezing it lightly. You had a hard time looking at her, the pleasure being too much but you still tried your best, wanting to look at her. The way her lustful gaze drove you even more crazy, the sight of her body crashing against yours, her beautiful sweaty body, you just couldn’t hold it for any longer anymore.

„Ah! Yes please. Please cum inside me.“ You begged again, letting her do whatever she wanted in that moment and so she did. A few more thrusts and Jinx finally came, together with you. As soon as you felt her cock twitch inside of you, releasing her warm cum, you reached your orgasm as well, legs shaking because of how intense it was, eyes rolling back into your head.

Her thrusts became slower until she stopped, pulling out of you and letting herself fall down beside you. You both were still breathing heavily. Jinx pulled you into a tight hug, making you smile happily. You loved how sweet she was after sex, her habd caressing you so gently as you nuzzled into her, slowly coming to realisation. „Did we just-…“ You started, earning a giggle from her. „Yeah…we did. And I don’t regret it at all.“ Jinx coos softly, knowing what you meant but she didn’t care about the consequences.

„I love you.“ You mentioned, making her grab your cheeks and kissing you. This time the kiss was soft and loving. „I love you too.“

[seokmn]

pairing: jeonghan x fem!reader

wc: 0.5k words

warnings: jeonghan cutie girl dad </3, petnames

lua’s note: why did no one tell me that spending more than one month without writing could make you forget how to write like you used to 💔

“wah, i give up” jeonghan said while throwing his cellphone on his lap and groaning in frustration. “whats wrong?”

“i cant find a nice place to go with our angel! today is supposed to be our father-daughter day, but i dont want to stay at home. i want to give her a really nice day” he pouted and you chuckled softly, “is that what you worried about, hannie? i might know a good place…”

jeonghan looked at you with hope in his eyes and smiled, “really? tell me, honey, please”. you could see the desperation in his eyes, jeonghan never played about his father-daughter days, he always thought about the most incredible places and things to do with his little girl. “im running out of ideas today, please…”

you chuckled and nodded, “alright, alright. haeun’s mom told me about a princess themed restaurant that opened a few months ago. she said haeun loved it and its really cozy there, ill send you the location.”

jeonghan smiled from ear to ear and pecked your lips, “thank you, honey” he pecked your lips once again, “thank you so much. you saved the day!”

“but you owe me one! i was planning to take her to that restaurant, one day youll have to let me do one of your ideas”

“anything you want, love. ill even stop cheating in uno for two weeks!” you gasped and smacked his arm while laughing, “i knew you were cheating all this time! there was no way you could win that many times in a row!”

you knew that, by the time you get back home from work, your husband and your daughter would be already at home, according to jeonghan’s usual plans.

“im home!” you said as opened the door, immediately being greeted by your daughter running towards you, hugging your legs and already yapping about how her day with her dad was amazing, tho you didnt pay attention, your attention was focused on something else, your daughters hair with pink highlights youve never seen before.

jeonghan slowly walked towards you with an apologetic smile, “i know we promised to always talk to each other before making a decision… but she really wanted this”. you turned your attention towards him and saw his hair was also different, it had blue highlights and a pink bow.

you found yourself shifting your eyes at your daughter and jeonghan. your daughter seemed to notice and stepped back a little bit to look at her father, “dad, mommy didnt like our hair…”

“of course she did, shes just surprised because its new”, he looked at you, “right, honey?”

you looked back at him, sighed and started to walk out the door until jeonghan grabbed your wrist in a gentle way, “whe-where are you going?”

“im going to buy a purple hair dye. i dont want to be left behind, i want to match yall”

jeonghan smiled and pulled you closer to him, “we already bought it” he took the little girl in his arms and looked at her with a smile on his face, “sweetheart, let’s dye mommy’s hair and tell her how you became a real princess today”

[sailornymph]

Uchiha with pregnant s/o please?

‘OH MY LOVE’

the uchiha men with a pregnant s/o

♡ madara uchiha

— you were in an arranged marriage with madara, who didn’t care too much to even be married because he had other matters to worry about. however, one night you cooked dinner, the both of you had too many drinks, and you woke up in bed with him

— you find out you’re pregnant when you are too sick to leave your room, so madara calls for a doctor to visit, who immediately tells you both, you are pregnant

— surprising to you, madara is very happy, hugging you, before going to tell the clan you were carrying his heir

— he is very protective of you and in a way, your pregnancy brings the two of you closer. he gets jealous when other men speak to you and annoyed when the women stop you. he just wants to keep you to himself to watch in amazement as your child grows. he also notices a glow on your face he has never seen before

— he tries to be very involved, but misses some events due to missions, but for the most part, he is very much present in every milestone of the pregnancy

— if your pregnancy happens during izuna’s passing, he will have you surrounded by security. everywhere you go, you will always have the best of the best uchiha shinobi accompanying you, if he is too busy

— he speaks to your belly every day, it is a part of his routine, as if the child is already here, he talks to them, telling them what he did, is doing, plans to do, and so on, and he doesn’t feel an ounce of embarrassment

— going into labor during your morning stroll, you give birth to a baby boy, naming him hiroshi

approaching his large home, he could see you sitting outside. his heart fluttered at the sight, he never thought he would see the day he felt so weak for you. your skin glowing, womb swollen with his heir, you were fragile, but he found himself accepting your weakness, especially in this current state.

“what are you doing out here so early?” he asked, as you ate the apple slices, sitting on the porch.

“i couldn't sleep, and the weather is nice,” you shrugged, as he approached, helping you stand.

“then i came at a perfect time, come, your rest is vital,” he said.

“your son won't allow me to rest,” you told him, as he walked you into the house. he couldn't help but smirk, he had been over the moon at the new that you were having a son.

“he’s ready to come out, aren't you son? you have a clan of people waiting for you specifically to be born,” he spoke rubbing your stomach.

“i can’t wait until you’re here either, so we can have our talks, without your mother’s ears, but she can stay for now since she helps you so much,” he shrugged, as you sat down together, still speaking to your tummy.

“excuse m-

“don't worry about what we’re talking about, get your rest,” he told you, laying your head on his shoulder, and rubbing your belly.

♡ itachi uchiha

♡ indra ōtsutsuki

— having indra’s first child and hagoromo’s first grandchild will be a very big deal

— unlike the rest of the women his father brought to him, for an arranged marriage, he found you tolerable. you didn’t chase after him and you weren’t completely weak and defenseless. he somehow found himself actively pursuing you

— you find out during a large feast amongst the clan when you go to reach for the sake bottle, and hagoromo stops you, saying how you shouldn’t drink for the next nine months, making indra choke on his food

— announcing to the clan, while the fetus was still in its very early stages, you were pregnant with his first grandchild

— you and indra hardly have alone time anymore, as your days are constantly filled with different clan members coming in and out of your home, treating you, offering decorations, gifts, congratulations

— indra prefers solidarity over being around his clan too much, but there are times when you both are alone, he will rub your tummy, speaking to the baby growing inside

— as your due date draws near, he puts his foot down and doesn’t allow any more visitors, other than his father or the doctor. you needed your rest and he would make sure you had it

— going into labor in the middle of the night, you welcome a baby girl, naming her sana

entering his home, indra furrowed his eyebrows, seeing the guest bowing at your feet, asura standing beside you. you were exhausted, hiding it behind a smile, as you told the clan members they didn’t have to bow to you.

“out, all of you, out” he said, activating his eyes.

“no need to be aggressive brother, they only wanted to congratulate you both,” asura said, as the clan members hurriedly left.

“didn't i say no guests, look at her, she's exhausted, but that doesn't matter to you, as long as you can please the people, get out,” indra said.

“that's not true, i didn't realize how tired she was-

“stay away from her, you're not welcome back until the baby is born,” indra said harshly.

“indra, honey, he didn't mean any harm-

“it doesn't matter what he meant, you can hardly sit up straight,” he told you.

“he's right y/n, i apologize for overstepping brother and i am sorry y/n, i should've been more conscious of your current condition,” he said, leaving the house.

“you didn't have to be so mean to him, you clearly hurt his feelings”

“his feelings aren't important, but yours and the baby’s health are,” he said, picking you up, and carrying you to your bedroom, laying you on your fluffy futon.

“he's your brother and your daughter's uncle”

“daughter?” he repeated.

“surprise, are you happy?”

“i would be satisfied with either, as long as they are well,” he kissed your belly, the baby immediately kicking.

“ugh, she's starting since she knows you're home,” you groaned, making him grin.

“hi princess, your mother and i can't wait until you're here. i can't wait to hold you. you will always be loved and protected as long as you have me. you and your mother,” he said, interlocking his fingers with yours.

“apologize to asura, she should have a bond with you and her uncle, i agreed to let the clansmen inside,” you told him.

“fine, tomorrow, i am busy, i have many things i'd like to say to my princess,” he said, as you felt another kick.

“see, asura has to wait, and princess, be kind to your mother’s body,” he said. smiling, you were happy he was enjoying this, acting like his old self, before asura was chosen over him by his father.

♡ obito uchiha

— you find out about the pregnancy about five months before the fourth ninja war

— he is ecstatic, he didn’t have anyone growing up, but now that he had a child of his own, he planned to love them with every breath in his body

— while he isn’t able to be present during doctor visits, he likes to hear every detail about what happened

— will have long conversations with your tummy, as if the baby is responding to him

— leading up to the war, he becomes much more protective, he tries to keep his life as a criminal hidden from you, but it is becoming impossible

— he makes sure to have plenty of resources put away for you and his child if he were to not return. hugging you tightly, he kissed your tummy a million times, before he left

— kakashi, his former friend he told you about, is the one to show up at your doorstep. his eyes widening at your huge belly, to give you the news that he passed, and how in the end, he chose what was right

— kakashi takes on the role of godfather, helping out whenever he can, when you finally give birth to a baby boy who looks like the spitting image of his father, and so he is named obito

“what’s the matter?” obito asked, as he entered your bedroom. you were stretching, an uncomfortable expression on your face.

“the baby is very active and won’t give me a break,” you whined, as he climbed in bed with you, his large hand rubbing your belly.

“what are you doing, little guy?”

“how do you know it’s a boy, it could be a girl,” you smiled.

“it’s like i can sense him, he reminds me of me, when i was a boy, and i was a handful,” he said, making you laugh.

“you can’t hurt your mother’s body, she is helping you grow, so that you can become strong. when you are out, you can bother me as much as you want, okay? i can take it, but your mother, she is fragile”

“we love you, and can’t wait to meet you, but you have to promise me that you won’t hurt your mother. you are already so strong and i know that you’re ready to be here, however, be patient, i’ve learned that good things come to those who wait. true strength comes with time, not overnight son, you will have your chance,” he continued, kissing your belly.

much to your surprise, the pressure lessened, as you stared at him with shocked eyes.

“they stopped,” you said, becoming emotional.

“i told you, he loves his father and i love him,” he told you, going to hold your belly once again.

♡ sasuke uchiha

— you become pregnant during your first mission together, since he came back to konoha. you began dating as genin, but he dumped you, leaving to join orochimaru. you tried to fight for him, alongside naruto and sakura, but he seemed like a lost cause. since he has been back, naruto and even lord sixth, kakashi, have been forcing the two of you to work together

— after awkwardly traveling for hours, you finally opened up to each other and he apologized for hurting you. the last thing you expected to happen was to end up in bed with him, as he held you close, asking you if you would be his girlfriend again

— however, when you are back in konoha, he is sent away on another mission, leaving you to find out the news on your own, after you pass out during your training

— returning home to visit you, the last thing he excepted was to see kakashi leaving from visiting you, and you tell him that you were two months pregnant. he immediately asks you to marry him and before the end of the week is over, the two of you have a very small wedding, with only the closest people to you invited.

— he is not home the entire pregnancy, he is picking up mission after mission, especially knowing that he now has a wife and child to take care of

— he finally returns about two or three weeks before you go into labor, completely stunned by how swollen your belly was

— he is very shy when it comes to interacting with your bump. he doesn't want to hurt you, what could he say to the baby? will they end up like him? will they even like him?

— he stays home until you finally give birth to your daughter sarada

making his way to the small house he shared with you, he gulped. you were probably angry with him, the fact that he hadn't reached out in over four months. he regretted taking the mission, not realizing how far and how long it would take. looking for the spare key, he opened the door, surprised by how nicely the house was decorated.

“stupid instructions,” you groaned, making him follow your voice. you sat on the floor in the nursery, the instructions to build the crib on the floor, alongside all of the needed tools.

“i can take care of this,” he spoke, making you look over, gasping. struggling to stand, he rushed over, quickly assisting you. as you stood tall, his eyes went to your bump. it wasn't nearly as developed the last time he had seen you. had he really missed so much?

taking his hand, you placed it onto your belly, he could feel their chakra, the movements of their small body.

“we’re having a girl,” you told him.

“a…daughter,” he said, completely shocked. feeling himself becoming lightheaded, he looked around the nursery, going to sit in the rocking chair, as you followed behind.

pulling you into his lap, he continued to hold your belly, staring in amazement.

“how is she growing?”

“she is healthy and very active,” you laughed.

“talk to her,” you encouraged, smiling as he looked nervous.

“hi,” his voice slightly cracked, as he glanced at you, when suddenly you felt a kick.

“she likes your voice, keep going,” you said, as he rubbed your belly, before exhaling.

“hi peanut, i’m your father and i can’t wait to meet you. i apologize for not coming to you sooner,” he said, furrowing his eyebrows as he struggled to form his thoughts into words.

[skiiyoomin]

HII!! Idk if your taking requests rn but if you still do,can you please do Bakugou having a emo gf?? I honestly don't know if you still write mha stuffs, so ignore this if you don't!! 🙏🙏

ღBakugou having an emo gf

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a/n hi!! idk if you wanted it to be texts or a oneshots or wtv so i went with headcanons!! and yess i still write for mha, my inbox is open if you get creative ;)) also, my conception of emo might but kinda stereotypical so i apologize in advance!!

Bakugou had an emo phase in middle school and you can NAWTTT change my mind. Now that he´s older and more mature, he´s become closeted about this phase of his. But trust, if he hears any type of emo music, he knows deep down in his soul that he´s jamming to that shit.

That is why, in terms of how aggressive he is with people, emos are at the bottom of the list, including you.

Of course, when you first walked into class he was still the abrasive person he is. Nevertheless, it was clear to anyone who had known him long enough, that he treated you with just a little more respect than he did with others.

You never understood it, but you never questioned it either. What little bit of peace there was with the blonde was to remain untouched and unshattered. That is until Mina whispered ideas into your head that Bakugou had a thing for you. At first, you tried to convince yourself that it was just Mina gossiping as always. But that didn´t mean you weren´t just the slightest bit more aware of Bakugous mannerisms towards you.

During his infatuated phase, though he would rather die than call it that, he had walked past your room only to stop abruptly when the muffled music reached his ears. The rythm of Panic! At The Disco was heard through your speakers, your melodic voice humming the lyrics. He´d be lying if he said he didn´t know the songs by heart. He did.

And despite his embarrassment of people having this knowledge, his gut told him you wouldn´t judge. Hence why he found himself knocking on your door.

"Bakugou? Do you need something?" You ask, not having expected the sudden visit.

Why did he come here again? His throat suddenly felt dry and his tongue heavy.

"I heard your music down the hallway, it´s too damn loud" Smooth Bakugou smooth.

"Oh. Is it? I´ll turn it down"

Just as you turn back around, he abruptly speaks.

"I like it" Well that sounded dumb "The group I mean. It used to be my favorite"

If you weren´t surprised before you sure are now. Yet you didn´t dislike it.

"Really?....Wanna come in to listen?"

The friendship stage was blurry to say the least. Neither of you knew whether you were treading a line between friends or lovers. But it felt right.

The respect he held for you from the beginning grew the more he learned about you. Between all the dumbasses and extras he was surrounded with, you seemed to be the one with the most refreshing mind. Your passions and views about the world amaze him to no end and he finds himself learning from you.

Of course, everyone else could see the palpable tension between you. It was clear as day yet neither of you made a move. It was infuriating and your dear classmates could only take so much before they intervened. Luckily, a small push was all that was needed for things to go smoothly.

They went with the classic plan. Making plans with friends only to end up ditching you and leaving you all alone with your now crush. Bakugou caught on quicker than you did. And while he wanted to strangle the idiots, he knew it was now or never, he had to stop chickening out.

"What are we?" He asks out of the blue while walking back to the dorms. He could feel your eyes on him, but he didn´t turn his head, too scared to look.

"What do you want us to be?" You counterask, your heart inevitably thumping in your chest.

"If I tell you will you still stay?" You can only muster a nod.

"I want us to stop dancing around our feelings. I want to take you out. On a real date"

With a grin, you lean close and place a kiss to his blossoming cheek. "I´ve been waiting for you to ask"

The relationship wasn´t all that different. Rather, it was more like an upgrade. He still does the things he does but now under the claim of being your boyfriend. And yes, he came out of the emo closet, though it was pretty transparent. Don´t tell him that though.

[lovifie]

141 Task Force Men and what piece of clothing they would steal.

(No smutty, just these fine gentlemen being little rats that steal your clothes)

Price💸

First of all, he would steal everything.

Especially if you lived together.

"What do you mean I can't grab your jacket to go buy some bread? Bla, bla, bla. I'll be back before you miss it."

"Oh, these are your socks? I was wondering when I had bought such bright colour ones."

"Why are you wearing my raincoat, John?" "Excuse me? Is mine!" "No, it's not!!"

In his mind, if he is planning to share his life with you, it simply makes sense for him to share everything else.

But there is something he is stealing over everything else, and those are booty shorts.

My man is overheating in this global warmed world, and he is looking on his closest for some shorts when he stumbles upon your booty shorts.

They are ridiculously short, basically legalized underwear he can wear outside; but this is the coolest he has felt since summer started, so he isn't stopping.

After all, who is going to tell the military captain what to wear?

Plus, when you wake up in the morning you are greeted by him in the kitchen making coffee and booty shorts with "juicy" written on them.

Extra: The two of you have an extensive collection of hats, that he technically doesn't steal from because it's shared.

Extra x2: He owns the "Woman want me, Fish fear me."

Ghost 💀

Your sweaters

It all started the first night he went to your house.

He was wearing a leather jacket, and although he looked illegally hot; it was obvious it was not the comfiest jacket to be chilling ii.

So you offered him your fave sweater, a massive one that could almost work as a blanket.

At first, he rejects your offer, afraid that it will be itchy and he will offend you; but his complaints get shut when you ask him to please feel it.

Instantly tries it own, the massive sweater looking loose on his as well. The image of the behemoth of a man, all black, balaclava (no mask) still on... And the fluffiest sweater on melting your heart.

The next time he visited your house he didn't even wait for you to open the door before taking his jacket off: "....can I put on your sweater?"

They are kind of his guilty pleasure, he would never admit how much he likes them and even less to other person but you.

But you only need to see how he buries himself on the sweater when he sits down on the sofa.

If he was amazing to cuddle with before, now it's even better.

Extra: I also like to think of him having a random ear piercing, and whenever he wears just the surgical mask or no mask in general; he would steal one of your dangling earrings to wear. Playing with it throughout the whole night out.

Soap 🧼

Baby tees

Every single one of them.

He keeps saying they make their muscles look amazing (they do)

He likes the ones with drawings or photos, but his favourites are the ones with texts.

Cue to him wearing tight ass shirts saying such as: "Small tits, big heart", "I got my clit pierced at Claire's" or "Don't bully me, I'll cum :("

You don't even remember why you bought them, mostly they are gifts from Secret Santa but you are so, so glad they found their way to your closet.

He wears them proudly, not even realising the stares.

When you go online shopping he's always cuddling on your side, leaving one of your arms useless with the way he cuddles it.

If he sees a tee he likes he just makes you stop scrolling and add it to the basket like: "It'll look good in you too."

There is also a small collection of them, the ones you genuinely like that don't let him wear. Not after he put one on, started flexing his arms and back and ripped it.

Just staring at you with guilt on his eyes and his tits out.

Gaz ⛽

Your shirts.

The ugliest, most colourful, eye-sore, extravagant shirt that you might own? He's taking them.

You are cleaning your closet one day and you pull out an offense to your eyes, mumbling about what where you thinking when you bought it and Gaz sees it and is like: °o°

He's taking it.

Getting ready for a costume party, you decide to dress up as Master Roshi from Dragon Ball (fake beard and everything) but you are missing the ugly shirt.

You remember seeing it not too long ago in your closet but you can't find it. So you ask your boyfriend.

And you find him wearing it, spraying cologne on telling you that he is also going out with his mates and asking how do you look.

Little shit does pull it off, so you don't lie when you tell him he looks fantastic.

You still have plenty of ugly shirts for your costume.

Extra: He would steal all your jewerly, rings, bracelets, necklaces, you name it. Just little bits all over his outfit; "It signs the deal, babe." They do.

Extra x2: He is always waiting for somebody to compliment any of your things he is wearing to have an excuse to talk about you, Soap is tired of hearing him mumble about you whenever he drinks.

[josephandrewstarkey]

drew x reader bur drew cannot get enough of reader he’s kissing and touching her all the time 😩

hi anon, i hope you like this !!

overwhelmed by affection

warnings: none, only fluff

words: 415

drew starkey x reader

The sun had just dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden hue over the city. You and Drew had spent the day exploring the charming streets, indulging in ice cream, and laughing at the small, unexpected adventures that came your way. It was supposed to be a simple, relaxing evening, but Drew had other plans.

As you both walked hand-in-hand towards your favorite café, Drew’s gaze lingered on you with a tender intensity. His touch, gentle yet persistent, seemed to be everywhere—his fingers tracing light patterns on your arm, his hand resting against your back, and his lips brushing against your temple.

“You look amazing tonight,” Drew murmured, his breath warm against your ear. The compliment was accompanied by a soft kiss to your cheek, making you smile despite the slight tickle.

“You’re quite the charmer, aren’t you?” you teased, squeezing his hand as you both entered the café. The soft, ambient music inside only added to the romantic atmosphere.

Drew’s eyes sparkled with affection. He pulled you closer, his lips finding yours in a tender, lingering kiss that left you breathless. His hands caressed your face, his thumbs gently brushing your cheeks. “I can’t help it,” he confessed, his voice low and earnest. “I just can’t get enough of you.”

As the evening wore on, Drew’s need to be close to you became more apparent. He leaned in to kiss you repeatedly, his touches growing more frequent and affectionate. Every moment seemed to be an opportunity for him to express just how much he adored you.

You chuckled, feeling both overwhelmed and cherished. “Drew, you’re making it hard for me to focus on anything else. You’ve been kissing me non-stop!”

He grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. “Can you blame me? You’re irresistible.”

Your heart fluttered at his words. It was clear that Drew’s affection wasn’t just about physical touch; it was a genuine, deep-seated adoration that you could feel in every kiss and every caress.

As the night continued, you found yourself losing track of time, completely absorbed in Drew’s endless affection. It was overwhelming at times, but it was also incredibly sweet and reassuring.

When you finally made your way back to your place, Drew’s hand was still firmly in yours, his kisses still frequent and tender. As you both said goodnight, he pulled you into a final, loving embrace.

“I love you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear. “More than you can imagine.”

You smiled, feeling a warmth spread through your entire being. “I love you too, Drew. More than anything.”

And with that, you parted ways, your heart full and your mind spinning with the beautiful, overwhelming affection Drew had showered upon you.

[ihaznoclue]

You're not like other people [Part 3]

This is getting so much love and people wanted part 3 SO..

Here you are!

Pairings -> Shadow the Hedgehog x Reader

Warnings -> None

Note -> After having the terrible moment of meeting your abusive family and having a panic attack, Shadow decided to try something to help you cheer up

Genre -> Fluff

Shadow the Hedgehog

Yesterday was a terrible experience for you, going through something wasn't easy and Shadow was still worried about you

It was now morning time, You began to slowly wake up. You felt the side of you empty and cold, meaning that Shadow wasn't there and that he was somewhere else

You sat up from laying down as you stretched and gave a big yawn after having a good sleep

Shadow was quite comfy and cuddly to sleep with, he was warm and gentle to you. But where is Shadow?

You heard some pans clinking in the kitchen so you wondered over there to check it out and of course Shadow was there

He was trying to surprise you with a special morning breakfast, he didn't realise that you were there behind him trying to see what he was doing

"Shadow? What are you doing?" You spoke, startling Shadow a bit than relaxed as he just noticed it was just you, he knew you just woken up by the tired expression on your face as well as your bed hair

"I'm trying to make breakfast for us, I remembered that you liked pancakes so I decided to make this for you. But it was suppose to be a surprise" Shadow spoke as he focused on the pancake to not burn it

You smiled at this, covering your eyes "I'll pretend I didn't see anything, I'll just get ready while you do that" You spoke as you walked backwards, bumping into a wall then going though the door way of your room and then closing the door

"Just let me know when you're done!" You yelled out, Shadows ear flicked and then smiled, shaking his head a bit but continued making the pancakes, he wanted them to be perfect for you

Perfect like you..

He also had other plans planned for you, but he'll have to wait until night time

It has now been a couple of minutes of making pancakes, he also put icing sugar as well as maple syrup and some strawberries on top making it look presentable

He nodded at his hard work, then grabbed the flowers he got in the morning, he tried so hard to not wake you up but eventually he got some of your favourite flowers and put them in a little vase with water in to help the flowers grow strong and beautiful

"May I come out now?!" You voice shouted from behind the door, Shadow gave a little huff as he walked over to the door and opened it

"You finished?, I'm starving and they smell so good from the other side of the door that I was trapped in" You dramatic spoke as you slouched a bit putting a sad face on

Shadow gave you a raised eyebrow as he shook his head, then walking up to you as he grabbed your hand and dragged you to the kitchen

You gasped, on the kitchen table was two plates with 2 pancakes on each plate, it was so pretty. Your eyes wondered over to the flowers that was displayed on the middle of the table

You then looked at Shadow, he was already looking at you proud of himself "I've got them in the morning before you woke up" He said "It took a while to find your favourite flower but I eventually found it and came back then started to make some pancakes for you to help cheer you up" He then nervously lowered his head as he hid his blush

Your eyes sparkled as your smile grew, You bend down on Shadows level to hug him which surprised him but then he hugged back

Your scent was addicted as he nuzzled into your neck, your perfume smelled amazing to him. "Thank you so much Shadow" You then pulled back and walked over to the table to dig in since you were starving

"Ah That's was delicious Shadow, when did you learn how to cook like that?" You asked

Shadow shrugged as he replied "Someone that I knew taught me" He then smiled while looking down, the memory of Maria helping him cook

"They must be very lovely" You said as you gave a wide smile to show your appreciation towards him

"She was" Shadow softly spoke as he continued to look down, you were a little upset to see Shadow upset so you decided to stand up and give some affection to shadow

You reached down as you started to pet him causing him to quickly look up at you confused on what you were doing but quickly melted into the touch as he started to purr

Which you didn't know that he could but you were glad that he's liking it

"Now, what should we do for today?" You asked, pulling back your hand, crossing your arms across your chest as you started to think

"Oh!" You then clicked your finger "I know, we should watch a movie together, what do you think?" You looked down at Shadow who was in thought

Then he nodded which caused you to be excited as you rushed to the living room as you turned on the TV

Shadow sighed as he smiled at your childish action but thought it was pretty cute to see you happy agains

He stood up and walked over to you, sitting the couch next to you then leaned his head on you while you were searching through some movies to watch, waiting for something to catch your eye

You finally chose something that also caught Shadow's eye

'My neighbour Totoro' (My favourite ghibli studio movie)

After an hour and a half, the movie finally finished, you turned to Shadow to see what he thought of the movie you two have just watched

"It was very pleasant to see that the little girl wasn't afraid of the big beast called Totoro, I loved the style too" Shadow spoke as his ear flicked

He then remembered

"Here, I want you to follow me, but you need to close your eyes" Shadow said as he reached out his hand for you to grab

You did as he dragged you along with him keeping your eyes closed as you trusted Shadow, you realised that you two were now out of the house

"Shadow where are you taking me?" You asked, covering your eyes still with your other hand that wasn't occupied at the moment

"You'll see, we are nearly there" Shadow then squeezed your hand in comfort, now you were were out of the flower filed that was a couple of steps away from your house, not too far

"Okay, You can see now" Shadow spoke up, you then uncovered your eyes and gasped. You looked around you as you found yourself in the flower field then looked up to see so many stars

You never got to see so many stars like this from being alone all the time and feeling like you were gonna be hurt if you did but now you had Shadow that could protect you

It was a lovely sight to see, you were in awe as you saw so many small and big stars above you

You then began to laid down as Shadow followed as he sat down beside you, you moved your hand to touch some the flowers around you

Shadow looked down at you, seeing that you were happy and calm now made his heart flutter at the pure sight of your excited face

He got so attached to you even when he was found by you, you were just so pure and kind. Your calm personality as well as your child silliness caused him to tug a smile on his face

He loved you, he really did

His body started to move on his own as he now hovered over you, your face was flustered at the sudden movement by Shadow, the wind blew as the flowers swish side to side

Some parts of your hair moved as well, some on your face. Your heart was beating quickly as you looked up at Shadow who was looking down at you with such a gentle expression

He then moved a strand of hair out of your face to see you clearly, Shadow then started to lean down, he was like he was obsessed and hypnotized by your gorgeousness

"Shadow? What are you?" You were so speechless as you didn't want to pull back, then you closed your eyes

You then felt him kissing you with such gentleness, it was such a surprise that his lips were soft

His hands slowly trailed up to your as he intertwined his fingers with your, caging your hands with his

This moment was so sudden but.. You were addicted

Then you both pulled back to catch a breath, your face was blushed red. You didn't know Shadow was going to kiss you but you didn't regret anything that just happened

Shadow also didn't regret anything he just did, knowing that you properly liked it after all

"I love you Name.. I always have, I can never seem to see you upset or hurt. You matter so much to me and the moment I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one"

You loved him

And he loved you

OMGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG

-A<3

[leafostuff]

No Strings Attached [Ft. Billlie's Sheon and Tsuki]

Author's Note: Im out of Hiatus!!!

And finally the continuation of No Names Needed, fun fact - this idea of a sequel with both Tsuki and Sheon was in my brain for a long time, i only now found the inspiration, time and energy to write it.

By the time this will come out, it will be 2025 so happy new year everyone, hope yall thought about your resolutions and had the a blast for 2024, Soon also my writerversary will come as well (Feb 5th) so that is hype as well.

Lastly, just want to thank @defmaybe for helping with beta reading the fic, it kinda is quite a mess when it comes to plot but i honestly enjoyed writing this so much.

And without further ado, hope yall have a fun read

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So after that entire situation at the club’s bathroom with the mysterious girl, a couple of questions are now stuck in your head:

Firstly, how did she manage to convince you for a second round at her place so easily?, It’s not like you were in the right headspace for any reason considering you just reviewed the best head of your life and you were excited to see more of her but still.

Second, what are the odds that just as you were ready to take off your shirt, her roommate just so happened to arrive from her shift? Having to sit quietly on their couch listening to the awkward argument of having to leave the dorm for tonight so her roommate could sleep in peace after a long shift.

And lastly: why are they now making out on the bed with their underwear only?

“Nghh…Sheon…” is the only her roommate (which you are still not sure about

Her name) can mutter between kisses, her voice is sweet on the ears, especially when she moans with how her partner latches her luscious lips (which you can vouch for by experience) latch on a particular spot on her neck, “so good…”

“Yes unnie, it is so good” it's the way Sheon elongates the last two words which raises the sexual tension inside the room, and her hands are not left idle, rubbing her right thigh back and forth. 

“And look, he is so hard for us right now” she adds before slightly tilting her roommate's face toward your naked erection, everything happened so fast you don't even remember when you took off your pants. “What do you say, oppa, ready for round two?”

“Fuck, as long you tell me your cute roommate's name,” you finally respond, already inching closer to them with impatience and lust. However, it seems like Sheon has other plans.

“That’s not how it works” Sheon lets out a disappointed sigh, “You can't just get a girl’s name like that, first you need to let her suck your cock.” To any other person, Sheon’s response would be fucked up, but to you and the two girls? For some reason, it just makes sense. “But before all of that, let me get unnie to show her tits to us”.

Words quickly turn into actions as Sheon unclasped her roommate's bra, letting it fall onto the sheets, giving her mounds the full view they desperately needed. It's hard to pinpoint exactly her size, especially with how Sheon is not wasting a second by slowly pushing her friend’s face lower to face the tip of your hardness.

The last stretch though, she does by herself and honestly? Those two girls might as well be sisters since like Sheon, as soon as her lips wrap around the tip of your cock a switch flips in her head, immediately starting with slow and steady bobbing movement toward the base of your cock.

She even has the same deadly stare Sheon has when she looks up, seeing your eyes closed while biting your lips every time she gets your cock deeper inside her, letting out a soft mumble resembling a chuckle before increasing the pace and the passion she uses to drain you.

And it drives you fucking insane.

“Oh my god unnie, you suck his cock so fucking amazing” Sheon is shocked at the oral assault her roommate expertly does. “Let me just get naked and then I will start sucking his balls, okay, unnie?” Even with the immense pleasure you receive you can still see how Sheon quickly takes off her bra to reveal her rather small mounds before diving downward, facing your cock with a hungry gaze.

She shifts around to find a comfortable position near her roommate and then, without leaving you a place to get used to it, she immediately reaches her tongue forward, giving it a teasing lick that sends shivers to your brain never felt before.

The only thing you can do is grip the mattress of the bed, trying to find some semblance of control over your body while two professional arsonists set your body aflame with pleasure that can only be described as messy and the sounds they make doesn't help your situation.

“Mm shewon-” the black-haired girl muffles with your cock still inside her mouth, “he is swo hawrd-nghh…” she manages to say to her friend, who seems to get excited with each moment seeing her friend being fucked.

“I know, right? I bet he really likes it when girls like us suck his big, thick cock,” Sheon responds while her hands go to her roommate's hair, moving it from her face to give more space, then she turns to you. “What about you, oppa, getting close for my unnie?”.

You can only nod in response, as any other will take too much energy from you. “That's great oppa,” Sheon adds, taking a look sideways and see how into the feeling the other girl, you could bet she’s not even hearing a word of your conversation as her entire soundscape consistent of licking, slurping and moaning, all which gets you closer to what they have been waiting.

But then, Sheon rises from her position, moving herself from near her roommate to now sitting behind you. You can feel how one of her hands snakes up from behind, gliding across your naked chest before leaning her mouth to your right ears, whispering the magic you didn't know even existed.

“Fill her”

And all hell breaks loose. This simple request is enough to send you into overdrive, as you quickly put each of your hands on the black-haired girl’s head for control before releasing your first shot of your load into her mouth.

And it just doesn't stop, your mind is all hazy only focusing on that request, each buck of your hips forward gets you reaching the back of her mouth with your cock and then unloading another round of cum down her throat, getting the both of you to release a moan.

Sheon? She’s ecstatic, jumping up and down behind you frantically. Each pump of yours gets her giggling and smiling wider. “Yes, yes, yes!!, fill her oppa, fill my Tsuki unnie, she's such a slut for your big cock, let her have all of it” As if she knew all of your sweet spots, she reached her lips to your ear, giving it a loving kiss which gets you hornier.

Below you, Tsuki lets out tears from the pleasure overtaking her entire body, each drop of cum getting inside her gets her moaning while her hands gripping your thighs to not faint, meanwhile managing to mutter a slutty, needy “more” every time she takes her lips out to catch her breath, before taking you in further.

Your last drops of your white load eventually gets swallowed by Tsuki’s, pulling her lips out of your cock and letting you fall onto the bed, pleasure blurs every bit of your vision, finally having time to catch your breath for the first time of the night and your heartbeat to slow down.

“Fuck…you two…are insane” is the only thing you manage to say between heavy breaths.

“And the best part, oppa? We're not over yet,” Sheon says, her voice still seductive, you manage to raise your head and see the two girls as you suddenly notice something: their panties are off.

In front of you are now two girls, fully naked, presenting themselves to you in their full glory, Sheon with a slutty smile and a bite on her lower lip while Tsuki demeanor is more reserved however her eyes share the same curiosity and excitement as her roommate. Immediately, this gets you up and running once again.

“That's right Oppa, you still didn't have the chance to cum on Tsuki unnie's thighs…or inside my ass, and especially…” She then goes behind Tsuki, quickly inserting two digits into her pussy while her other hand goes to grope one of her tits, getting Tsuki to gasp in surprise from the surprising touch over her body.

 “You didn't get to cum inside our tight little pussies, Oppa,” she adds, now you're fully immersed in the show in front of you.

“Who knows, maybe a round or two later we could hear your name, right?”

It’s that question that guarantees both to them and to you that tonight's gonna be unlike any other night you ever had in your life.

[misswynters]

Off Screen Story

Ewan Mitchell x fem!reader

[a/n: feeding my own agenda lol

[note | pls don’t just like, but also reblog & give me feedback. i don’t want to get shadowbanned

The sun set on the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow over the set of House of the Dragon. Filming had wrapped up for the day, and the cast and crew were beginning to disperse. Ewan Mitchell, who played the brooding and intense Aemond Targaryen, walked off the set with a sense of satisfaction. He was eager to catch up with his co-star and longtime girlfriend, who played his on-screen wife, Lady ___ Velaryon.

"Hey," Ewan called out as he spotted you by the catering table, pouring yourself a cup of tea. You turned, a bright smile lighting up your face as you saw him.

"Hey yourself," you replied, setting the teapot down. "How was your day?"

Ewan shrugged, a playful grin on his lips. "Same old. Aemond broods, Aemond schemes, Aemond rides a dragon. You know the drill."

You laughed, the sound like music to his ears. "Well, you do it so well. I think you were born to play this role."

"And you were born to play Lady Velaryon," he retorted, stepping closer and wrapping an arm around your waist. "I mean, who else could pull off being both fierce and elegant?"

You leaned into his embrace, feeling the familiar warmth and comfort that only Ewan could provide. "Flattery will get you everywhere, Mitchell."

He chuckled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. "I aim to please."

The two of you found a quiet corner on set, away from the bustling crew, and sat down on a pair of folding chairs. You sipped your tea while Ewan stretched out his long legs, looking relaxed and content.

"Do you remember our first scene together on The Last Kingdom with Phia and all them?" you asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

Ewan's eyes twinkled with amusement. "Of course. How could I forget? You nearly knocked me out with that wooden sword."

You blushed at the memory. "Hey, that was an accident! I was just really into the character."

"And I was really into dodging your swings," he teased, earning a playful swat on the arm from you.

"But seriously," you continued, your tone softening, "I think that's when I knew I liked you. You didn't get mad or frustrated. You just laughed it off and helped me get it right."

Ewan's expression turned tender, his gaze locking with yours. "Well, I think I knew I liked you from the moment I saw you. You were so passionate, so dedicated. It was hard not to be drawn to you."

You smiled, feeling a rush of affection for the man beside you. "We've come a long way since then, haven't we?" He nodded, his thumb brushing gently over the back of your hand. "Yeah, we have. And now here we are, playing husband and wife. Life has a funny way of working out."

The two of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The sky turned a deep shade of purple, stars beginning to twinkle overhead. It was moments like these that reminded you how lucky you were to have found each other, both on and off-screen.

"I was thinking," Ewan said suddenly, breaking the silence. "Maybe we should do something special this weekend. Just the two of us."

You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Oh? What do you have in mind?"

He shrugged, a mischievous glint in his eye. "How about a little getaway? We could rent a cabin in the countryside, away from all the chaos. Just relax, enjoy each other's company."

The idea sounded perfect, and you felt a surge of excitement at the thought. "That sounds amazing, Ewan. I could definitely use a break."

"Great," he said, leaning in to kiss you softly. "I'll make the arrangements. We'll leave Friday evening."

You kissed him back, feeling a sense of contentment settle over you. "I can't wait."

Friday evening arrived faster than expected. Ewan had managed to keep the details of the trip a secret, only telling you to pack for a weekend away. You trusted him completely, knowing that whatever he had planned would be perfect.

As you drove through the countryside, the city fading into the distance, you felt a sense of peace wash over you. Ewan had chosen a scenic route, the landscape dotted with rolling hills and quaint villages. The cabin he had rented was nestled in a secluded spot, surrounded by lush trees and a sparkling lake.

"This is beautiful," you breathed as you stepped out of the car, taking in the serene surroundings.

Ewan grinned, looking pleased with himself. "I thought you might like it."

The cabin was cozy and charming, with a rustic yet modern feel. Ewan carried your bags inside, setting them down in the master bedroom. You followed, taking in the warm, inviting decor.

"Thank you for this," you said, wrapping your arms around him from behind. "It's exactly what I needed."

He turned in your embrace, his arms encircling your waist. "Anything for you."

The two of you spent the evening relaxing by the fireplace, talking and laughing as you reminisced about your time on The Last Kingdom and the early days of your relationship. It was easy to forget about the pressures of filming and the outside world when you were with Ewan. He had a way of making you feel cherished and loved, no matter what.

As the night wore on, you found yourself curled up in his arms, feeling utterly content. The fire crackled softly, casting a warm glow over the room. You tilted your head up to look at him, your heart swelling with love.

"Do you ever think about the future?" you asked softly.

Ewan's expression grew thoughtful as he brushed a strand of hair from your face. "All the time. Especially when it comes to us."

You smiled, feeling a sense of warmth spread through you. "What do you see?"

He took a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours. "I see us, happy and together. I see more getaways but always with each other. I see a life filled with love and laughter."

Tears welled up in your eyes as you listened to his words, feeling a profound sense of connection and understanding. "I see the same thing. I can't imagine my life without you." He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your lips.

The weekend passed in a blissful blur of lazy mornings, long walks, and intimate moments. You felt closer to Ewan than ever before, the bond between you growing stronger with each passing day. It was a reminder of why you had fallen in love with him in the first place, and why you knew you would always choose him, time and time again.

As you drove back to the city on Sunday evening, you felt a sense of calm and contentment settle over you. The weekend had been exactly what you needed, a chance to reconnect and recharge. You knew that whatever challenges lay ahead, you would face them together, as a team.

Ewan reached over and took your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "Thank you for this weekend. It was perfect."

You squeezed his hand back, smiling at him. "No, thank you. For everything."

He grinned, his eyes twinkling with affection. "I love you."

"I love you too," you replied, feeling the truth of those words resonate deep within you.

A few days later, you and Ewan were scheduled for a joint interview to promote House of the Dragon. The two of you arrived at the studio, hands intertwined, your chemistry palpable. The interviewer, a seasoned journalist named Claire, greeted you warmly.

"Welcome, Ewan, and ___. It's great to have you here," Claire said, smiling brightly as she motioned for you to sit down.

"Thank you for having us," you replied, settling into the plush chair beside Ewan. He gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before letting go.

The cameras rolled, and Claire began with the usual questions about the show, your characters, and the experience of working on such a high-profile project. You and Ewan answered with ease, your natural camaraderie shining through.

"There's been a lot of buzz about the chemistry between your characters on the show," Claire noted, leaning forward. "Do you think that has anything to do with your real-life relationship?"

You exchanged a quick glance with Ewan, both of you smiling. "I think it definitely helps," Ewan said, his gaze softening as he looked at you. "We have a deep connection off-screen, and that translates into our performances."

You nodded in agreement. "It's easier to convey those intense emotions when you genuinely care about the person you're acting with. Plus, we trust each other completely, which makes taking risks in our scenes a lot easier."

Claire's eyes twinkled with interest. "Can you share any fun or memorable moments from the set?"

You laughed, recalling a particular incident. "Well, there was this one time during a battle scene where Ewan got so into character that he accidentally knocked over a prop tree. It was hilarious because he just stood there, looking so apologetic while everyone else was trying to stay in character."

Ewan chuckled, shaking his head. "I swear, that tree came out of nowhere."

The interview continued, with Claire asking more personal questions about your relationship. "How do you balance your professional and personal lives, especially when working together on such demanding projects?"

"It's all about communication and support," you explained. "We make sure to set aside time for ourselves, away from the set, to just relax and be a normal couple. And we always have each other's backs, no matter what."

Ewan nodded, his hand finding yours once more. "Exactly. It's not always easy, but it's worth it. We're each other's biggest fans and strongest support system."

Claire smiled, clearly charmed by your dynamic. "It's wonderful to see such a strong bond between you two. Lastly, what can fans expect from your characters in the upcoming episodes?"

You shared a knowing look with Ewan before answering. "Without giving too much away, I can say that there are some intense and emotional scenes coming up. Our characters face a lot of challenges, but they also have moments of deep connection and understanding. It's going to be a rollercoaster ride."

Ewan nodded in agreement. "Definitely. There are some twists and turns that will surprise everyone. It's been an incredible journey, and we're excited for fans to see what's next."

As the interview wrapped up, Claire thanked you both for your time. "It's been a pleasure talking with you. Your chemistry is truly off the charts, both on and off-screen."

"Thank you," you said, feeling a warm flush of happiness. "It's been great chatting with you too."

Ewan leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to your temple. "We'll see you at the premiere," he added with a grin.

As you left the studio hand in hand, you felt a sense of fulfillment. The interview had gone perfectly, showcasing not only your professional work but also the deep bond you shared. With Ewan by your side, both in your career and your personal life, you knew you could face anything that came your way.

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[charlieleclerc16]

Lost and Found*

Summary: Charles and Y/N have been best friends since they were little kids but they lost track of each other over time. When Charles is in town for his home race they finally reunite and their meeting is sweeter than ever.

Pairing: Bestie!Charles x You

Word count: 4.4K

Warnings: Smut, fluff, cute. There might be some unprotected action in there, I'm sorry.

It's been a very long time since you last saw your best friend. It has been years, which is a shame, but there were reasons. The biggest reason was that he was travelling all over the world for the World Drivers' Championship, and that caused his schedule to be incredibly full. There is also the fact that, because he is rarely home to begin with, you don’t get many chances to see him.

Charles always tries to keep in touch, even with the crazy life he leads. But that might mean only brief texts and the occasional phone call. Sometimes not even those. The last time you heard from him was six months ago when he called to ask how your family was doing. He sounded so tired but excited. You talked for an hour, and it was almost like the last years hadn't happened.

With the new season starting up and him being back on the road, you decided to contact Pascale and see if she could get you in for the Monaco GP. This is an amazing opportunity for you to finally see your best friend and to surprise him with your presence.

The excitement about race day has been building up inside of you ever since you decided to do this. You know you can't expect much attention from Charles after the race, but you're looking forward to seeing him and getting to see him drive. You haven't seen him in person in two years.

You take a shower and then put on the black top and red high-waisted jeans that you have planned to wear to the grid, gotta support Ferrari. When you get into the kitchen, you realise that you are too nervous and excited to eat, so you settle for a banana. You check the time and are happy to notice that you still have some time left to spare, so you go into the living room and switch on the television.

There are no good shows on, so you switch to the music channels and find one that is showing a rerun of an interview Charles did a couple of years ago. The whole country, how small it may be, always turns into full mayhem when it’s raceweek. You smile as you watch him talk. Even after all these years, it's still the same Charlie. He's still your Charlie. You feel a pang in your heart when he smiles his cheeky grin at the interviewer, and you realise just how much you miss him.

As if reading your mind, your phone vibrates on the coffee table. You reach for it and see Charles' caller ID on the screen. You pick up and bring the phone to your ear.

"Charles?"

"Hi, baby!" He sounds excited. "Did I call at a good time? Are you busy?"

"No, I'm not. I was just watching TV." She decides to not tell him that she is going to see him in a couple of hours.

"Oh, what are you watching?"

"Um, an interview. It's not important. What are you doing? Shouldn't you be getting ready for the race?"

"I have a free half hour, and I'm hiding, so nobody can find me. I really needed to talk to you, and I couldn't wait anymore."

"Why did you need to talk to me? Is something wrong?"

"No, it's nothing like that. You're coming to the track today, aren't you?"

Your eyes grow wide and your stomach somersaults. How did he know? Did his mother give something away?

"How...how did you know?" You finally manage to say.

"I'm not stupid, Y/N. I know how you talk when you're nervous and when you're not. When I talked to you about my home race last week, your voice didn't sound like usual. You sounded nervous, and it was pretty obvious that you were going." He laughs on the phone.

"Wow, I'm not very subtle, am I?" You feel stupid.

"You really aren't." His voice sounds warm and inviting, and you feel a shiver running down your spine.

"So, why did you want to call me, if it wasn't to tell me not to come?"

"Oh, I would never tell you not to come. I really want you to be there today."

"But… Don’t you have a very busy schedule? You probably won't even have time to see me."

"Don't worry, baby. I will definitely see you. If I don't, you should find the backstage area and tell them to let you in. I already told the security team your name. They'll let you in."

"Really? Charles, you're crazy. You have a race to prepare for. You shouldn't let random fans into your private space."

"But you're not a random fan. You're Y/N."

"I'm glad that you still think of me like that, even though we haven't seen each other in a while."

"What do you mean?" Charles sounds confused. "Of course, I still think of you as my best friend. Nothing can change that."

You feel a lump forming in your throat. You don't want to cry, not now. Charles means the world to you, and he will never know. You are not the kind of girl who confesses her love to crushes, not even when they are her best friends.

"Y/N, are you still there?"

"Yeah, I'm still here. I was just thinking about something."

"Well, stop thinking. We're going to see each other in a couple of hours." He is smiling; you can hear it in his voice.

***

When you enter the city centre, the excitement inside of you is unbearable. The atmosphere is incredible, and the streets are so crowded and so full of life and happiness. Everyone is happy to be here, and so are you.

You find your way to the Paddock Club, which thankfully Pascale got you an access pass to because you would’ve never been able to afford this. As you wait for the race to start, you keep looking around trying to find familiar faces and wondering what Charles is doing right now.

The sun was shining brilliantly over Monte Carlo, its rays dancing off the azure waters of the Mediterranean as one of the most anticipated events of the year, the Monaco Grand Prix, is about to begin. Your heart is racing almost as fast as the cars that would soon tear through the narrow, winding streets.

Charles was starting from P1. Your Charles, the pride of Monaco. His Ferrari sat poised and ready, a crimson beast waiting to be unleashed. As you watch the big screen showing the last preparations for the race, you can’t help but feel a swell of emotion. You are already so proud of him.

Soon the camera pans over the cars lined up at the starting line showing the drivers walking to their vehicles. He climbs into the car, and the mechanics begin their final checks. The roar of the engines filled the air, a symphony of power and precision. The grid is set, and the lights above the starting line begin their countdown.

Red. Red. Red. Green.

The cars surge forward, a blur of colour and sound. Charles holds his position, deftly navigating the treacherous streets with the skill and grace of a dancer. Every corner, every straight, he is in perfect harmony with his car.

From the paddock, you watch every moment with bated breath. Your fingers are crossed, your heart lodged in your throat. Lap after lap, he maintains his lead, his driving a masterclass of control and speed. The crowds roar, the tension palpable as the race unfolds.

As the laps dwindle down, you find yourself almost unable to watch. He is so close, so close to his biggest dream. The pit stops have gone flawlessly, the strategy executed to perfection. But Monaco was a track where anything can happen, and the slightest mistake can spell disaster.

Then, with a grace that seems almost effortless, Charles navigates the final corner and speeds down the straight towards the finish line. The checkered flag waves and the crowd erupts into a frenzy. He has done it. He won the Monaco Grand Prix.

Tears of joy stream down your face as you watch him cross the finish line, arms raised in triumph. The team explodes into celebration around you, but all you can see is Charles. He climbs out of the car, drenched in sweat and triumph, and your eyes meet across the chaos.

His gaze pierces through you, sending a shiver down your spine. And then, he smiles. That dazzling smile that has captured the hearts of millions. And in that moment, you know that your heart belongs to him, forever.

***

It's been hours since the race ended. After all the interviews, the podium, the celebration, Charles was finally able to get some free time for himself. His eyes are roaming the room, looking for a familiar face, but he can't find you anywhere. Maybe you left without saying goodbye. He feels disappointed. He wanted to see you and to hug you.

The door opens and someone enters the room. Charles doesn't bother to look up. He is too busy feeling sorry for himself. But then your voice is what catches his attention. "Hi, stranger."

He looks up, and there you are, standing in the doorway. He is not dreaming. You are here, in Monaco, and he has just won the race. Life couldn't get any better than this.

"Hi, Y/N." He stands up and walks towards you.

You are speechless. Seeing him winning the race made you so emotional that you had tears in your eyes. Now, standing in front of him, all those feelings come rushing back. "Congratulations on your win. I'm so proud of you." You say as he pulls you in a tight hug. His strong arms wrap around you, pulling you close. You close your eyes and breathe him in, his familiar scent surrounding you.

"Thank you. I'm so happy that you're here." His voice is muffled against your hair.

You pull back slightly, looking up into his warm, brown eyes. There is something in the way he is looking at you that makes your heart race. You have never felt more alive, more connected, than in this moment. You feel as if he can see into your very soul, and the intensity of his gaze takes your breath away.

"Me too." You say softly, your voice barely a whisper. He leans in closer, his lips just a breath away from yours. Your heart is hammering in your chest, and you feel a shiver run down your spine. You close your eyes and allow yourself to fall into the moment.

Just as you're about to kiss him, he pulls back with a chuckle as if he only now realises that you are in a room full of people. You look around and see his family and the Ferrari employees as well as the security guards who are probably watching the two of you like hawks.

"I'm sorry. I didn't realise..." He begins, his cheeks flushed.

"It's okay." You say, taking a step back and running a hand through your hair. "I didn't realise either."

The room falls silent, and you can't help but wonder if everyone heard your exchange. You feel your face flush, and you turn away, avoiding Charles' gaze.

"We should go somewhere more private." He whispers in your ear, making you blush. You nod and follow him out of the room. The security guards let the two of you pass, and Charles leads you down a quiet hallway. You follow him in silence, your mind racing. You can't believe what just happened.

When you reach a secluded area, Charles turns to face you, a sheepish grin on his face. "I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable back there."

"You didn't. I just...I was surprised."

"Good surprised or bad surprised?" He looks nervous, and it makes you smile.

"Good surprised. Very good."

"I'm glad." He reaches out and takes your hand, his fingers intertwining with yours as you continue to make your way outside. "I've missed you so much, Y/N."

You smile up at him, feeling your heart swell with emotion. "I've missed you too, Charlie. More than you can imagine."

As you step out into the warm Monaco air, you can't help but think how lucky you are to be here, with him. He is the best friend anyone could ever have, and you feel honoured that he considers you his best friend. You squeeze his hand, and he squeezes yours in return. You know that, whatever happens next, you will always have each other.

Charles brings the two of you to a halt next to where his bicycle is stalled. "I totally forgot I came here by bike." He says, shaking his head. "Do you wanna come with me, or do you prefer to take a taxi?"

"No, no. I'll come with you." You don't want to spend a single minute away from him.

He smiles at you and nods. He climbs on the bike and motions for you to sit on the top tube as his bike doesn't have a rear rack. You hop on the top tube and wrap your arms around his handlebar for balance. "Jesus Christ, this feels dangerous."

"Just trust me." He says, a twinkle in his eye as he closes his arms around you to grab a hold of the handlebars.

"You sure we'll both fit on the bike?" You ask nervously.

"Of course, we'll fit. Come on." He starts pedalling and soon the two of you are zipping through the streets of Monaco, the sun setting in the distance.

You lean against him, feeling the warmth of his body, and you close your eyes. For the first time in years, you feel completely and utterly content. As the two of you ride through the streets of Monaco, his arms basically wrapped around you, you can't help but think that this is what happiness feels like.

"Charlie, where are we going?"

"Home." He says it so casually as if it's obvious that you belong there too.

You stay silent for the rest of the journey. You just want to enjoy the moment, savour the feeling of his body against yours. When you finally arrive at his apartment, the sun has almost disappeared from the horizon, leaving behind a pink and orange sky.

"Here we are." Charles says as he helps you off the bike. You can't help but notice how his hand lingers on yours, the contact sending a shiver down your spine. After a brief loss of contact to lock his bike, his fingers intertwine with yours and he guides you inside the apartment complex.

The elevator ride is silent, but it's not awkward. It's a comfortable silence, the kind you only share with your best friend. When the elevator doors open, Charles leads you down the hallway to his apartment, his hand still holding yours.

When he unlocks the door and ushers you inside, the first thing you notice is how big the apartment is. It's luxurious, just like he is, and you can't help but be a little jealous. He leads you into the kitchen, which is modern and well-equipped. "Make yourself at home. Do you want something to drink?"

"Just some water, please." You say, your mouth suddenly dry. He nods and busies himself at the sink. You take the opportunity to look around, taking in the sleek furniture and artwork adorning the walls.

When Charles returns with the glass of water, he can't help but notice the awe on your face. "What is it?"

"It's just...this place is so fancy. It's amazing."

He smiles, clearly pleased with your reaction. "Well, I'm glad you like it. Maybe I could give you a tour later."

"That would be great." You can't hide the excitement in your voice. You take the glass of water from him and sip it slowly, trying to calm your racing heart.

Charles walks over to the living room and you follow him like a lost puppy. It's when your eyes fall on the black grand piano that you gasp. "Wow, you have a grand piano!"

He turns around, a grin on his face. "Yeah, I love to play the piano. It's a good way to relax after a long day."

"Can you play me something?" You ask, unable to hide your excitement.

"Sure. What do you want me to play?"

"Anything. Surprise me." You say, smiling at him.

He walks over to the piano and sits down on the stool before he pats the empty space beside him. "Come, sit next to me."

You make your way over to him and sit down, feeling a little nervous. He begins to play, his fingers dancing across the keys. The melody is beautiful and melancholic, and it sends a shiver down your spine. You're completely mesmerised by him, by the way his fingers move so gracefully, by the look of concentration on his face.

As the music swells around you, you feel a sense of calmness washing over you. This is what you've been missing, what you've needed all this time. You lean your head on his shoulder and close your eyes, allowing yourself to get lost in the music.

"What is this song called?" You ask, your eyes still closed.

"I don't know." He whispers. "I made it up."

"You're so talented, Charles." You say, unable to hide the admiration in your voice.

He turns his head slightly and his lips brush against your forehead. "Thank you."

You open your eyes and look at him, the emotion in his eyes mirroring your own. You can't help but feel as if the world has stopped spinning and that it's only the two of you in the universe, in this moment.

He leans closer, his lips ghosting over yours. "Y/N, can I kiss you?"

You nod, unable to speak, and he closes the distance between you. The world around you fades into nothingness as his lips brush against yours. It's soft at first, tentative as if testing the waters of this new, uncharted territory. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate, more urgent. His hands move to your waist, pulling you closer, and you respond in kind, your fingers tangling in his hair.

The taste of him is intoxicating, a blend of familiarity and excitement. You can feel the years of friendship and unspoken longing in every touch, every movement. It's as if the floodgates have finally opened, and all the emotions you had both kept hidden come rushing out.

When you finally pull away, both of you are breathless, your foreheads rest against each other’s. The room is silent except for the sound of your rapid breathing and the faint echo of the last note Charles had played.

"That was..." You begin, searching for the right word.

"Yeah." Charles smiles, a blush rising to his cheeks. "That was incredible."

You laugh softly, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. He wraps his arm around your waist and holds you close, the warmth of his body soothing you. You sit there in silence for a while, enjoying the feeling of being close to each other.

"Hey, are you tired?" he asks.

"No, just relaxed."

"Okay. Well, I have a question for you."

"Ask away."

"Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"Tell you what?"

"That you love me."

Your eyes fly open, and your heart stops. He is looking at you, his expression serious. You swallow hard and try to think of an answer. But your brain doesn't cooperate, and you can't speak.

"W-what are you talking about?" You stutter.

"I'm talking about the fact that you are in love with me."

"No, I'm not. Why would you think that?"

"Because it's obvious."

"Oh."

"You look shocked whenever I flirt with you and after that so happy. It's the same look I have when I'm thinking about you." You can't believe what he is saying. Does he really mean it? Or is he just playing with your emotions? "Why didn't you ever tell me? Because of my job?"

"No, it's not that. I just...I didn't want to ruin our friendship. You're the most important person in my life, and I didn't want to lose you."

"Oh, baby. You will never lose me."

"Promise?"

"Promise." 

He cups your face with his hands and leans in again. Your eyes flutter closed, and his lips touch yours. The kiss is slow and gentle. His lips are soft and taste like mint. You feel a tingle in your stomach, and you can't help but sigh. His tongue darts out and caresses your lips. You open your mouth, and he slips his tongue inside. Your tongues tangle together, and the kiss becomes more passionate. When you finally pull apart again, you are breathing heavily. He smiles and strokes your cheek.

"You are so beautiful, Y/N. You know that, right?"

"Charles..."

"No, it's true. And you deserve to be told how beautiful you are every day."

"Oh, Charles."

He pulls you into his arms and kisses your temple. You lean against his chest and breathe in his scent. It feels so right to be here with him. After all these years, you finally feel like you belong.

"What are you thinking about?" He asks.

"About the fact that I don't wanna go home."

"Who said you have to?"

"What do you mean?"

"Stay with me tonight."

"Really?"

"Yes. Stay the night. I don't want you to leave."

"Okay."

He stands up and takes your hand. You follow him down the hallway and into his bedroom before he sits you down on the bed. He sits down next to you and strokes your cheek. You look into his eyes and see the same desire that you feel. You lean in and kiss him. His lips are warm and soft, and his tongue feels amazing. Your body is tingling, and you can't get enough. You wrap your arms around his neck and deepen the kiss. He pulls you closer and kisses you passionately. Your bodies are pressed together, and you can feel his arousal. You moan and rub your body against his. He breaks the kiss and looks at you. His eyes are dark with lust, and his pupils are dilated.

"Mhm, Y/N. You're driving me crazy." He pulls you into his lap and kisses you again. His hands roam your body, and you arch your back. He slips his hand under your shirt and cups your breast. You gasp and close your eyes. He squeezes your breast and rolls your nipple between his fingers.

"Oh God." You moan.

"Do you like that?"

"Yes. It feels so good."

He keeps massaging your breasts while kissing your neck. You grind your hips against him, and he groans. You can feel his erection, and it turns you on even more. He moves his hand to your other breast and starts massaging it.

He pushes you onto the bed and gets on top of you. His hands move under your shirt, and he pulls it off. You arch your back and expose your breasts. He licks his lips and leans down to kiss your nipples. He sucks on one and flicks his tongue over the other. You moan and dig your nails into his back.

He moves his hand down to your pants and starts undoing the button. He pulls them down, along with your panties, and tosses them aside. He looks at your naked body and smiles.

"You're so beautiful."

He leans down and kisses you. His tongue darts out, and he runs it over your lips. You part your lips and let him inside. He explores your mouth and moans.

"Mhm, I want you."

"Then take me." You say.

He pulls his shirt off and throws it aside. He undoes his pants and pushes them down. He kneels between your legs and looks at you. You can see his erection through his boxers. You bite your lip and reach out. You run your hand over his bulge and feel the heat. He groans and closes his eyes.

"Y/N."

"Yes?"

"I want you so bad."

"Then take me."

He quickly pulls his boxers down before he grabs your hips and pushes you further onto the bed. He lies down on top of you and kisses you. His erection rubs against your core, making you gasp.

"God, you're so wet." He moves his hand between your legs and strokes your clit. You moan and buck your hips. He positions his cock at your entrance and pushes in. You gasp and close your eyes. His cock fills you up completely, and you feel complete.

He starts moving slowly, and you cling to him. He kisses you deeply and groans. He moves faster, and you cry out. You wrap your legs around his waist and arch your back.

"Yes, Charles. Right there. Please."

He pounds into you harder, and you feel yourself approaching the edge. You never had sex that felt this right.

"I'm gonna come."

"Come for me, baby."

You scream his name and climax. Your body trembles, and you shudder. He moans and buries his face in your neck. You feel his release, and he collapses on top of you.

"God, Y/N. That was amazing."

"It was."

He rolls off of you and pulls you into his arms. You snuggle against his chest, and he kisses your forehead.

"So, this is where we've been heading since day one, huh?" You chuckle.

"Well, yeah. I just didn't expect it to take twenty years."

"Yeah, me neither."

"And I also thought we'd be more cautious about it." Charles laughs realising he completely forgot to use a condom.

"I don't know, I just didn't care."

"Yeah, me neither."

You kiss his cheek and rest your head on his chest.

"Charles?"

"Hm?"

"Will we be able to make this work? I mean, with our lives and everything?"

"We'll figure it out. I'm not letting you go."

"Good."

You close your eyes and listen to his heartbeat. He is holding you tight, and you can't imagine being anywhere else. You kiss his chest and slowly drift off to sleep in his arms.

[daceydeath]

I Want to Watch (Part 9)

Pairing: Wooyoung x Reader x Seonghwa x San Word Count: 4.7K Genre: Pure Filth Warnings: 18+, MDNI, Swearing, Explicit Activities

Wooyoung has a brilliant idea he just needs some of the demon line to help him bring the plan together

a/n: Happy New Year my loves. Thank you so much for your love and support for 2024 you are all the most wonderful souls there are xx

Watching Wooyoung perform was one of your favorite things watching him be loved and adored by his precious Atiny and seeing him be free to do exactly what he was born to do made you so happy. But watching the the others now was very different to how it had been before each powerful hip thrust and sensual body roll had you pressing your thighs together tightly remembering how good each of them felt when they had been with you and throw in the way Seonghwa and San performed when they went into full performance mode you could feel your face getting hot and your underwear sticking to you.

You had a spot on the barricade like you always did when they had a concert that you could attend. None of Atiny knew you existed so you played the part of an excited fan and chatted with them always comparing favorite songs and choreographies with them. Tonight was different though the air felt heavier than normal and there was also the fact that after Wooyoung had found you in the crowd you noticed how much more the boys would come to that part of the stage when they were flirting with the crowd. At one point Wooyoung and San were having a competition as to who could make the crowd scream louder as they continually rolled their hips six feet from you, after the MATZ performance where you were sure they were doing this on purpose if the devilish look in both Seonghwa and Hongjoong's eyes held any meaning so you waited with baited breath for the security to come and escort you backstage to where your boyfriend would be waiting along with his delicious members.

"You were amazing Woo" you grinned letting him wrap his arms around you and pull you against him peppering your face with kisses.

"Did you like it? We changed a few things in a couple of the choreographies to make it hotter" he grinned hands sliding down your back to squeeze your arse.

"Believe me I noticed" you smirked playfully hitting his shoulder to get him to let go of you "but you really need to shower my love, you stink".

"Aww let me fuck you first? then I only have to shower once" he purred against your ear quietly making goosebumps erupt across your skin.

"Nope" you popped your lips as you enunciated the word "You can just shower twice".

"You just want to flirt with the others" he pouted prettily, making you reach up to kiss him again, this time letting your lips linger.

"No I'm not despite how much you told them to drive me insane" you tilted your head and raised an eyebrow at him as he dissolved into giggles and walked towards the showers. You sat on one of the couches to wait for him watching everyone take photos and get ready for the send off. San was drying his hair having already showered and Mingi was putting on rings he hadn't worn onstage. Hongjoong plopped down on the chair across from you, drinking deeply from a plastic cup.

"Did you enjoy the show?" he smiled cheekily, the tip of his tongue tracing his top teeth.

"Very much" you nodded, throwing his mischievous energy right back at him making him chuckle deeply. "But I always do".

"That's good sweetheart, we tried to look our best for you" Seonghwa grinned sitting beside you while their managers fussed around getting things finalized and packed up.

"I noticed, was that your idea or my beloved Wooyoung's?" you played along like it was just casual conversation and not blatant flirting from the two eldest members "the demon line was out for blood tonight".

"I wouldn't say blood" Hongjoong drawled sensually, his eyes darkening as you bit your lip softly.

"More like cum" San whispered against the shell of your ear, you hadn't even noticed him moving towards you too enthralled by the other two. You jumped slightly hearing him chuckle deeply behind you, his hands moving to grab your shoulders gently "Sorry princess, didn't mean to scare you".

"Pricks the lot of you" you grumbled as Seonghwa and Hongjoong joined in laughing along with San.

"After the send off I think your precious Wooyoung has something he wants to ask you?" San continued rubbing his hands along the tops of your arms teasingly.

"Of course he does" you smirked as their managers started getting the others ready to head out again.

You sat on your phone watching the TikToks appear as Atiny's uploaded clips of the members signing photocards and answering questions, and the odd one of them flirting shamelessly, you couldn't help but laugh at how other Atiny responded the endless thirsty replies were hilarious. But you couldn't help but notice something naughty lingering in Wooyoung's eyes in each and every clip where he played up for the camera, something you couldn't quite put your finger on. You heard Jongho and Yeosang come back signaling the end of the send off knowing that meant you would be heading out sometime in the next half an hour but you couldn't help the nerves that started fluttering in your tummy at the various thoughts of what was to come. When your boyfriend returned he was looking at you with dark hungry eyes, his hands latching onto your hips as he held you close to him.

"We're not going back to the dorm tonight baby, and you are definitely not sleeping" he purred in your ear teasingly rubbing circles into your hip with his thumb.

"Alright" you swallowed hard trying to keep your face neutral "Did I need to go home to get anything?".

"Nah I bought stuff for you from the dorm. I have something planned that I hope you will be ok with" he kissed the shell of your ear making a shiver run down your spine you were already intrigued but now you were down right horny the thought of more than one of them fucking you was getting you wetter than you really should be.

"What have you planned, Woo?" you asked shakily clenching your legs together one more to ease the dull ache forming in your core.

"You will have to wait and see baby" he cooed letting you go and moving to grab his bags ready to leave. You followed the managers moving to get into one of the vans that was waiting so that the waiting fans wouldn't see you. Sitting in the back of the van you fiddled with your shirt you hadn't been expecting anything to happen after a performance Wooyoung only usually had energy for a quicky to get the last of his adrenaline so you weren't even wearing anything particularly sexy. Your thoughts were broken by the door sliding open and Seonghwa stepping in followed by San and finally your mischievous boyfriend, their eyes all looking you over in a way that was far too predatory for you to not flush with desire. San was the one that moved to the spot beside you, his hand sliding up your thigh until he was cupping your core, the warmth of his hand making you unconsciously spread your thighs for him.

"Acting like a little slut already?" Wooyoung mused his voice deep as he watched you flush deepen "Letting almost anyone touch you now huh?"

"No, Woo just who you let touch me" you whimpered needily embarrassed that you were getting riled up so easily.

"That's right baby only who I let touch you and right now that's all three of us" he giggled evilly making your eyes widen and San put more pressure against you the heel of his hand grinding against your folds.

"Are you going to be a good girl?" Seonghwa smiled sexily "let us all play with your pretty little pussy?".

"I'll be so good for you" you whined rolling your hips against San's hand only for him to pull it away from you.

"Nah uh princess you are not in control tonight" San scolded playfully, his voice dangerously low. You pouted your wide eyes looking at him pleadingly.

"Aww so cute sweetheart" Seonghwa soothed his honey voice filling you with warmth. The van pulled up suddenly, your eyes darting around to figure out where you were making Wooyoung laugh at you.

"You are so easy to distract baby" he snickered putting his mask on and covering his head with his hood the others all following suit as they got out of the van and walked into the hotel lobby you bringing up the rear the way one of their managers would as Wooyoung walked over to the reception desk to check in.

"Why are we at a hotel?" you whispered to San your brows furrowed in confusion.

"So we don't get any noise complaints silly princess" San answered like it was obvious making you close your mouth quickly. Wooyoung collected the key and you all followed him towards the elevator letting him press the button to the room's floor.

"When we get to the room you should go change while we set everything up baby, is that ok?" your boyfriend asked softly.

"Only if you tell me what is happening afterwards" you swallowed "I know you have all agreed on something but I haven't yet" you added your tone hushed.

"Of course" your boyfriend answered sweetly "We just need you ready before we start anything then if you want to change what is happening we will".

"We will never do anything you don't like sweetheart" Seonghwa murmured.

"Yeah, only things that you will really like" San continued winking at you in the mirrored door of the elevator interior. You rolled your eyes and followed Wooyoung out into the hall which was surprisingly short.

"Huh?" you blinked as Wooyoung opened one of only two doors in the hall.

"This is the penthouse baby, we can make as much noise as we like and no one will complain" he answered your unasked question before kissing you lightly and giving you the duffle bag he was carrying "Your clothes and stuff are in there".

You wandered into the bedroom dropping the bag on the bed and opening it to find that your sweet and incredibly horny boyfriend had packed almost every set of underwear you had kept as his place. Every set that he determined to be his favorite had been packed. You selected a light pink set that came with a garter belt that made you feel sexy when you wore it and covered yourself with one of Wooyoung's shirts so that none of them would see it until you were ready. Walking back to the seating area of the suit you found San and Wooyoung shirtless and Seonghwa with his unbuttoned only and a camera sitting on a tripod in the middle of the room.

"Why is there a camera?" you stopped in your tracks feeling trepidation tinge your excitement.

"I wondered if you would be happy making a little movie for me" Wooyoung smiled softly moving towards you to cup your face "for when I'm on tour and stuff".

“Well that depends” you batted your eyelashes trying to look as innocent as possible while wetting your lower lip with the tip of your tongue “What will I be doing in this movie of yours?”.

“Well I thought perhaps I’ll film it and you can work out what you would like to do with my very eager members” Wooyoung grinned, kissing you slowly, his hands creeping down your body to lift the hem of his shirt to expose your hips.

“Fuck princess you always wear the cutest little things” San purred sliding his hands around your waist and tugging you from your boyfriends grasp his lips finding the skin of your neck kissing and teasing your sensative flesh.

“Couldn’t agree more” Seonghwa hummed his lips coming to claim yours fiercely, his kisses far more passionate while Wooyoung moved away to pick up the camera.

“Shall we see where this goes?” Wooyoung chuckled teasingly.

San eagerly ran his hands up your body taking the oversized shirt that was covering you with them exposing the rest of you to Seonghwa before he helped pull it over your head gently. While Seonghwa was more than happy cupping your breasts and letting his lips wander against your neck and down to your collarbone and chest.

"So fucking pretty baby" Wooyoung cooed from across the room the camera already focused on you while you shivered in their grasp.

"The prettiest" Seonghwa agreed, mouthing at the flesh of your tits.

"The most perfect" San continued claiming your lips in a searing kiss, his tongue sliding against yours as he licked into your mouth. You whimpered as the pair of them each made you feel like you were the luckiest girl on the planet.

"I think San should fuck her first" Seonghwa breathed heavily tweaking your nipples through the pink lace. San didn't say anything, merely spinning you to face him so he could pick you up and carry you to the couch so he could sit with you straddling his thighs and keep you as close as possible as he teased you.

"Sannie" you whispered needily nibbling his bottom lip as he grabbed your arse harshly.

"Fuck how can you already be this wet we have barely touched you" San groaned lifting you off his lap slightly you realized to let Wooyoung film you better.

"Like you didn't expect this after how you performed tonight?" you teased playing up for them all. "You were all hot, half dressed and dancing like you were already fucking me". Seonghwa laughed musically behind you lounging on another couch adding to the deep chuckle that emanated from San's wide chest.

"Glad you noticed princess" he smirked his fingers tracing your wet folds through the flimsy ` fabric making you wiggle in his lap, your hips chasing his fingertips "We had to make sure you were paying attention".

"Sannie, please" you whined softly rolling your hips tentatively against his digits.

“Such a good girl when you want to be” Wooyoung murmured quietly.

San kissed his way down your neck while sliding the lace aside as teasingly tracing your slit before sinking one finger inside of you smirking against you as you mewled softly and pushed your hips against him. Torturously he took his time dragging it against your walls not letting you have the pleasure you were trying to get from him as you rolled your hips again to push him deeper. 

“So impatient sweetheart” Seonghwa tutted, making you look back at him with wide doe eyes.

“Attention only on me princess” San tutted, slipping his finger back out of you completely leaving you empty.

“Please Sannie. I will be good. I promise” you begged already too desperate for one of them to actually fuck you after the teasing from the concert, the car ride and now.

“I’m not sure I believe you princess” San purred, moving you out of his lap and turning you so you were now bent over the arm of the couch. You whimpered in anticipation only to jump and squeak when his hand came down sharply to slap your left cheek leaving it stinging before he squeezed it gently to soothe it making you swallow hard and your walls clench around nothing all three of them chuckled at the flush that covered your face as San’s hand came down harshly again against the right cheek this time a sharp gasp falling from your lips as the damp patch on your underwear grew before their eyes.

“Oh sweetheart, who knew you were going to like to be punished?” Seonghwa groaned, palming himself through his pants. Wooyoung was looking desperate like he needed to touch himself but didn’t want to put the camera down as he filmed the pink handprints forming on your arse.

“Fuck I am going to have to start spanking you baby” Wooyoung agreed leaving his own light spank against you making you almost hum.

“Put the camera on the table Woo, I’ve got an idea” San grinned, pulling you upright and helping you towards the glass sliding panels that separated the lounge from the entryway. “I’d fuck you against the windows princess but I’m not sure your boyfriend would let me show you off like that”.

Pushing your chest against the glass San pulled off his sweats and lowered himself to the carpet behind you pulling your underwear aside and pushing his tongue inside your weeping hole making you moan loudly, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you still as he licked and sucked at your clit before pumping his tongue inside you again.

“God Sannie, more” you cried pressing your hips further against his face while he lapped at you frantically causing the heat in your belly to begin rising rapidly. San didn’t answer, he simply stood quickly and lined himself up bottoming out inside you with one long deep thrust almost knocking the breath from you.

“Princess” San grunted deeply, slowly rolling his hips against you for a moment to let you adjust and let your boyfriend get in position to put the camera down before slamming into you roughly and making you groan. “So tight and wet for me”.

“Always Sannie” you gasped resting your face against the cool glass as he continued to roughly rut into you each thrust kissing your cervix in a way that was making you dizzy “Sannie”.

“Good girl princess, take what I give you” San almost snarled his hips slapping against your skin loudly as the wet squelch of your pussy swallowing him filled the quiet room. 

“You look gorgeous like this baby” Wooyoing whispered, stroking himself in time with San’s hips bucking against his hand as you wailed wantonly.

“Going to let me fill you up all night princess?” San moaned his pace still rough and deep as kissed the back of your neck and shoulders.

“Please Sannie, please” you sobbed your walls quivering with how close you were “want your cum”.

“Fuck princess” San groaned biting down on your shoulder lightly licking and sucking a mark there.

“San. Wooyoung. San. San” you called as your walls clamped down around San, your legs shaking so wildly that San wrapped his arm around your waist to hold you up. “Fuck San”. You could feel your vision blur as tears pricked your eyes and your arousal dripped from you coating your thighs and San while he continued to roll his hips chasing his own high.

“Princess, fuck” he shouted slaming his hips against you and holding you closely against his as the warmth of his seed filled you.

Oh my god baby” Woo breathed heavily, his chest rising and falling as hard as yours “I’ve never seen you squirt like that”. You couldn’t answer, you just let San carefully pull himself from you and scoop you up into his arms.

“That was unexpected” Seonghwa stared hungrily at you before moving towards one of their bags and pulling out a bottle of water and some wet wipes to clean you up with. “I think we need to give you a minute before I have my turn huh?”.

Sipping the water slowly you let Seonghwa clean you up not minding that his touches lingered and turned from the act of helping you from being a mess to massaging your thighs and hips then anywhere else he could reach. The haze that had filled your head after San had finished with you started to lift and before you could even realize you were letting soft little noises fall from your swollen lips.

“That’s it sweetheart, let me take good care of you” Seonghwa whispered sultrily hovering over you as he kissed from your stomach to your breasts gently biting and licking at your soft body.

“Mmmhmm” you hummed, nodding lazily as he let his tongue lick at your nipple through the almost sheer lace of your bra arching into him when his teeth grazed the hardened bud. 

Will you give me what you gave Sannie?” he continued taking your other nipple into his mouth and suckling at it, making your breath hitch.

“Yes Hwa” you answered breathily, your fingers sliding into his hair to scratch at his scalp. Seonghwa repeated his previous action grazing his teeth on your sensitive nipple as he slid his fingers into your underwear circling your clit with feather light touches to make you squirm. 

“Can’t believe she can still be so responsive after you fucked her like that” Wooyoung muttered to San who just shrugged watching you move so gracefully for his hyung.

“I want her again after Hwa” San grinned wolfishly, making you whimper and buck against Seonghwa’s fingers.

“Don’t be greedy Sannie” Seonghwa smirked, kissing his way to your now throbbing and desperate pussy.

“Hwa, need you” You breathed softly your hand still carding through his hair making his stop and kiss your thigh chastely.

“You’ll have me sweets don’t worry” His voice sweet as he kissed your pubic mound. As soon as his tongue touched your clit you were moaning loudly, the overstimulation pushing you to your limit. The wet muscle swirling around your puffy slit and sensitive bud were instantly too much and not enough at the same time. Gripping his hair tighter you rolled your hips against his face, your head flopping back on the couch cushions as he finally plunged it inside you. 

“Fuck” your boyfriend grunted moving so he could get a better angle to film you from as Seonghwa devoured you like he was a man dying of thirst and you were the only source of water to sake that thirst. Slurping and sucking every drop of your juices he could get from you. Wrapping his pretty hands around your thighs Seonghwa pulled you even closer to him grunting as you clawed at his hair.

“Hwa, please, don't stop, please” you babbled rocking your hips even harder against his face hiccuping as you moaned. Seonghwa groaned against you, sucking your clit between his lips to suckle it, roughly pushing two of his fingers into you to pump into your walls in time with his tongue. “Seonghwa” You sobbed, coming undone on his face as your eyes rolled back in your head.

“Good girl sweets” Seonghwa praised, pulling his face away from your twitching core but letting his fingers continue to pump lazily into you to continue your pleasure. “Do you think you can move? Or should I carry you?” 

You opened your mouth to answer only to have your words cut off by a gasp and Seonghwa pressed his thumb against your clit making your legs twitch involuntarily while he snickered scooping you into his arms and taking you into the bedroom where he placed you gently in the centre of the bed your face pressed into the crisp white sheets. Seonghwa’s fingers trailed lightly down your spine making you shiver. You heard Wooyoung and San come in and the click of something plastic but you couldn’t concentrate, lost in the feeling of Seonghwa’s touch on your burning skin.

“Hongjoong told me your arse his heaven sweets” he purred sexily both of his thumbs now pressing into the flesh above your hip bones.

“Fuck yes” your boyfriend hissed lowly his voice thick with desire again.

“How about you be a good girl and suck Sannie’s cock while I get you prepped?” Seonghwa chuckled watching you get to your hands and knees and open your mouth to let your tongue poke out ready for San to let you have his dick again.

“Such a good little slut baby” Woo cooed moving so he could get a good shot of you taking San into your waiting mouth. San’s wicked grin only faulted when you circled the blush pink head dipping the tip into his already pre cum drooling slit.

“Fuck yeah princess” he groaned gutterally sliding himself along your tongue until he was almost touching the back of your throat. You gasped as you felt the cold drop of lube drip onto your puckered hole, accidentally gagging yourself on San’s length.

“Aww is someone too excited to have a cock in both ends?” Seonghwa teased his thumb slowly pushing inside of you carefully.

“Focus on me princess and just relax” San coaxed cupping your cheek with his strong hand and guiding you to help you get your rhythm back. You couldn’t help swirling your tongue around him again as he began to pull himself back from your mouth only to have him moan deeply and sink himself back into your warm mouth “Your mouth is perfect”.

Breathing deeply through your nose you tried to ignore the slight pleasure that was coming from Seonghwa’s fingers as he sank another into you stretching you further and focus on getting San’s cock as far down your throat as you can humming and swallowing around the tip as your nosed brushed the soft skin of his torso.

“Shit, princess” San hissed, threading his fingers into your hair and rolling his hips against your lips “You going to swallow every drop?”. You moaned unable to do much else as San fucked your throat gently your saliva dripping from your stretched lips and onto your chin as he sped up. His hips stuttered slightly as he got closer to filing your throat up.

“Good girl sweets” Seonghwa praised slipping his fingers from you and replacing them with the head of his dick prodding your hole just enough for it to stretch for him but not enough to actually enter you. You whined pathetically tears forming in the corners of your eyes as you looked up as San.

“Made just for us” San rasped, his voice tight, his head dropping forward as he stiffened on your tongue flooding your throat and mouth with thick spurts of cum. You could hear your boyfriends affirmative whine as you swallowed everything San gave you and opened your mouth to show him. Seonghwa took that as his permission to push himself inside you, your eyes rolling back in your head as he filled your tight hole, his fingers finding your clit to keep you feeling good as you adjusted to him.

“Oh my god Hwa” you whimpered, your arms giving out causing you to fall forward onto the bed.

“Fuck” Seonghwa grunted harshly pulling your hips back towards him and thrusting slowly and deeply. “You’re unreal, perfect, fuck you’re a goddess” he gushed each word punctuated by a roll of his hips.

“Shit I want her arse next time we do this” San panted from where he was flopped on the bed beside you.

“Hwa” you called, your voice muffled by the bedding as he continued to thrust deeper inside of you, his fingers continuing to circle your puffy and oversensitive clit.

“I’m not going to last long sweetheart” Seonghwa moaned loudly, snapping his hips against you, the sharp snap of skin against skin filling the room between the sounds of heavy breathing and the wet sounds of your used body.

“Fuck dude, that’s so hot” Wooyoung groaned making you turn your head to see him tugging his cock in time with Seonghwa’s hips as he filmed the two of you. You felt Seonghwa’s hips start to stutter as he sped up his fingers pinching and flicking your clit until you almost cried.

“Seonghwa” you sobbed as your orgasm washed over you suddenly making your whole body shake and spasm.

“Fuck Sweetheart…fuck” Seonghwa yelled cumming hard as you clenched around him, you could feel his hot seed filling you as he held you in place shallowly rolling his hips to prolong his pleasure. 

“Jesus Christ” San groaned, helping you lower your body to the bed, your leg muscles still twitching as Seonghwa cleaned himself up and grabbed you something to drink. Wooyoung grinned at you brilliantly, finally putting down the camera and pulling you into his arms.

“Love you” he whispered into your hair, kissing your temple.

“Love you Woo” you panted softly.

“I think we might all have to shower together after that” Seonghwa chuckled while carefully sitting himself on Wooyoung’s other side “Not sure you should stand by yourself for a while”. 

a/n: Thank you for reading lovelies I adore you all and I am so grateful for your likes, reblogs, comments and support you are amazing xx

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Johnnie x reader and he’s just super loud during sex moaning and whining

୨୧ Deep moans ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ���̥⋆*｡ not edited we die like men, smut with heavy plot, panic attacks, sorta drunk smut, not safe sex, cum fingering lol, lowkey dom!r vibes

summary: ʚ Johnnies feelings for you cause him to freak out, luckily your there to calm him down •smut• ɞ

Words: 2805

An: HIIII YALLLL SOREY IRS A DAY LATE HHEEGE also this fic was inspired by the middle picture hehe

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Johnnie was scrolling away on his phone. Not doing anything useful at all. Just messing around on Twitter. He was supposed to go to a punk show with you tonight. Alone. Just the two of you. Jake being the supportive friend he was, tried and failed to set the two of you up.

You were pretty, and funny, and you made his heart race quicker whenever he was around you. Plus you smelled good. Which was a creepy thing to say but it was true. Tonight wasn't even supposed to be a not-date ‘date’. It was supposed to be you Scuff and him all hanging out at a show then maybe a bar after.

Lucky for him Scuff canceled last minute leaving the plans to the two of you. He assumed that meant the plans were off. He was mistaken.

You enthusiastically told him how much you wanted to go with him tonight. That didn't help his ever-growing feelings for you.

So there he sat on your couch awkwardly looking around as you finished getting ready. He could hear you walking around your room, your boots making enough noise to reach the living room.

“Ok ok, I'm ready,” you say, stepping out of your room. Fuck. You looked good as hell. He felt his cheeks heat up slightly looking at you quickly putting his phone away. “Took you long enough.” he joked, staring at you.

“Hey hush, it takes time for a girl to get pretty,” you murmur, flicking your hair back dramatically. “Oh, don't I know it.” Johnnie sarcastically flicked his dead hair back in the same dramatic fashion.

You both laugh at his joke. Your heart flutters watching his smile spread as he laughs. You quickly push your feelings down as you both sit in silence for a few seconds. Johnnie doesn't say anything just looking down avoiding eye contact of any kind.

“Ok let me call Uber,” you say quickly pulling your phone out. You type around and order the car looking at up Johnnie who is just sitting on his phone. “Hey don't look so bored,” you say putting your phone down.

He looks up from his phone with a small smile. “Sorry,” he mumbles, pushing his phone in his pocket. “I know we aren't going with a big group or anything but I promise I'm fun to be around,” you tell him walking up.

You were so close he could practically feel your breath. “I-I know that. I'm just like, anxiety blah,” he mumbles shrugging. He knows your ‘fun’. He was more worried about going to a show with lots of people.

That anxiety sat with him, in the Uber and all the way to the venue. It rested on his shoulder like a terrible angel as you both walked in after getting a stamp on your hands.

“I'm so excited Johnnie!” you squeal in his ear. It was loud and sorta hot at the place, which was to be expected. He just didn't know how to handle it.

He was already feeling anxious, but he was certain his heart was gonna leap out of his chest when you suddenly took his hand and led him to a good spot. Your hands were so soft. You went up behind someone who just didn't seem to want to get out of the way, Johnnie stood right behind you.

Your cold bracelets touching his hand were all too much input. Eventually whoever was in your way left and you found a spot upstairs next to the railing. “This is such a good spot!” you exclaim looking back at him. He looked down at you with a smile and, while still holding your hand, he looked out at the stage.

You were right, it was an amazing view. What he was more focused on was your hands still holding his hand. You pulled out your phone and let go. Johnnie feels ashamed at how much he misses holding your hand.

You pull up your camera app and hold it up to get both of you in it. “Here wait come closer,” you say, scooting back slightly. He furrows his brows slightly and rests his head on your shoulder for the picture.

You stick your tongue in the corner of your mouth and snap the picture. “Hehe thank you” you mumble uploading the photo to your Instagram story with a song from the band you were seeing.

You put your phone away as the show begins. Johnnie moves his body slightly watching you headbang to the music. He enjoyed metal music to a degree but he was mostly here for you.

As the night rolled on he had more and more fun as you forced him to dance. He smiled at you as you screamed for the new band that appeared on stage.

However, the beautiful bliss that the two of you existed in was shortly ruined as some people you knew from somewhere came up and said hi to you. Johnnie didn't know them and was subsequently left alone for a few minutes as you attempted to catch up with your friends.

He tried to focus on the band playing but he couldn't seem to as the anxiety creeped back into his throat. “Hey I'm gonna go get a drink at the bar if you want anything?” you yelled. “Yeah get me a Jack and Coke,” he yelled back.

Maybe if he got drunk this feeling would go away. He felt like he might throw up and die from the feeling that filled his bones. Some of your friends hung around the same spot as they waited for you.

Did they know you were with him? Were they judging him somehow? He was relieved when you appeared back about 10 minutes later with several drinks in your hand. “Ok, who got this freaky-looking blue one?” you ask.

One of your friends raises their hands and you step towards them, they take the drink from your arms as you look down. “Oh here is your Jack and Coke Johnnie,” you mumble, stepping towards him, he picks the drink up and immediately starts sipping it.

He doesn't have just one drink. He was surely gonna be hungover tomorrow. However, with the added alcohol, it was harder and harder to think rationally. He leaned against the railing feeling his heart breaking at your laugh with your friends.

He wishes he could be like that. He rubs his hands in the face. Cringing at how he feels. You were just his friend, someone who took enough pity on him to hang out. It felt like there were a million bees in his ears.

“Hey let's go ok?” your voice brought him out of his state. “What?” he asked, looking at you. “I called an Uber, let's go home ok? You don't look ok right now,” you yelled over the music. He could swear his heart stopped when you said those words.

He froze, not able to return to real life. “Come on.” you beckoned once again taking his hand and leading him out of the venue. You both get into the Uber, your hands not leaving one another.

In the same way, his eyes didn't leave you for more than a few seconds. He was so grateful for someone like you to be in his life. You made it back to your apartment, both of you drunkenly stumbling in.

“Sit down, I'll get you some water,” you said, making your way to the kitchen. He sat down taking the glass with a ‘thank you’. You say down next to him, moving your hand up to his face and adjusting his hair. He was certain he would burn a hole into you from how much he was staring.

You took the glass out of his hand and set it down. “What's wrong? You looked like you were gonna cry,” you asked him, your gaze full of nothing but worry. “I was just having a panic attack,” he told you, looking away.

You once again lifted your hand up and moved his cheek so he faced you. “Why? Did I do something wrong?” you ask. “No! No, you didn't I just-” he sighs, unsure of how to delicately tell you, that he was so in love with you he almost couldn't bear it.

That the thought of you with someone else was nearly enough to kill him. “Listen I need to tell you something, and before I tell you I want to tell you I'm so sorry. I don't want this to affect our friendship-” his mouth suddenly feels dry.

You don't say anything, you sit silently staring at him. “Mm fuck.” he mumbles burying his face in his hands slightly. You reach your hand out and pull his hands away from his face slightly, you scoot forward. You kept your hand on his eyes searching his.

This certainly wasn't helping. “I-I mmm fuck. I'm sorry. I've developed feelings for you, and I know that can ruin friendships, which is the last thing I want with you. I never meant for this to happen and I'm really sorry.” he braced for you to take your hand away.

But you didn't. You looked up at him. He couldn't tell what you were thinking. He was hoping you would say something, anything, to relieve an ounce of stress. But you said nothing, instead, you pulled him directly into a hug.

He reciprocates the contact, squeezing you close. “Did you seriously think I never liked you back?” you asked, pulling away from him. “Yeah,” he whispers, unable to get his voice much louder. “Sometimes you can be so dumb,” you mumble with a laugh.

“Sorry,” he says with a laugh looking at you. “Don't be. And I'm sorry you worried yourself sick over this, Johnnie since the moment I met you I knew I wanted to be with you. I wanted to tell you I just had to wait until I knew you felt the same.” you confessed.

Johnnie felt like a million pounds had been lifted off of his chest. “So what do we do from here?” he asked, looking at you. “I think there is only one thing we can do,” you whispered back to him. You closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips are crashing against his.

He feels his face heat up as you push his shoulders down slightly. He lays down on the couch as you start to crawl on top of him tasting the liquor on his breath. Your hips rest against his as your hands start to slide up his button-up.

You pull your lips apart for a second, you find his hands and guide him to your shirt. He gets the hunt and fumbles to lift it off your body. You aid him and it reveals your torso.

He stares slightly for a second seeing your tits spill out of your bra. You smirk at his staring, wasting no time unbuttoning the rest of his shirt. He shrugged his shirt off revealing all of his tattoos. His hands found your waist as you pulled him back into another kiss.

You used your hips to grind down on him, his boner resting nicely on your clit. Your pressure causes him to whine out. You pull away from him, moving your hands to unlock your bra.

“Take your pants off,” you instruct him. He is on his hands in an instant, you rip your bra off and sit up to take yours off as well. Johnnie's hands falter as he stares at your tits. “Don't get distracted.” you chastise. A grin spreads on his face as he feels blood rushing to his face and his dick.

You revel in his body, his tattoo-covered chest rising and falling. You lick your lips slightly as you walk back to where Johnnie is lying down on the couch. Your hand wraps around his jaw, lifting his head up and pulling him into a kiss.

Your other hand roams his body. He whines slightly into your mouth with the contact. His erection grew painfully with your attention.

His whining only increased as your lips moved to his neck, sucking and hitting on his skin. The marks left in your wake didn't leave for days after. Your delicate fingers slid up and down his torso.

“Mm fuck.” he whines wiggling his in anticipation. You notice his struggle and slide your hands all the way down to his bare hips. You pin him down slightly. That only encourages bucking. “You gotta hold still for me baby,” you mumble, bringing your hand down to his aching cock.

“Mhm,” he whines, nodding his head. “I can do that,” he whispered, watching your hand start to massage his hip bones. He sharply inhaled looking at your eyes as they darkened with desire. You turn and begin to straddle his lap.

He leans back on his elbows watching as you begin to place delicate kisses on the tip of his cock. He clenches his jaw in an attempt to hold back the moan that threatens to rip through his throat as you make your way down his cock.

His attempts fail as he lets out a high-pitched screech that he quickly attempts to conceal with his hand. “Oh that part is extra sensitive huh?” you coo batting your eyelashes before placing a lick up a vein.

“Jesus fuck you're going to kill me.” he whimpered. “Oh I don't plan on killing you sweet thing, but I'll get you close,” you whispered, against his neck. “Oh god,” he mutters as your hand slowly wraps around his aching cock.

His hands find their way to the dip of your back nearly drawing blood from his scratches. The combination of your grinding your cunt down on his side, your soft hand tightly fucking his cock, and your warm wet kiss spread out against your neck and chest he wasn't going to last long.

His cute little whimpers and moans only drove you further and further to your own end but you weren't going to get it simply from grinding your cunt against him. You let your ministrations stop pulling away from him. His worried eyes slowly grow excited as you reposition yourself above his cock.

You pumped it a few times before beginning to tease your clit and entrance with it. “Oh god.” he whimpered into the back of his hand as you teased his tip.

You decided to pity him and let yourself sink all the way down onto him. As you bottom out, we both gasped in sync. His hands found my waist as I slammed down on top of him. Unable to contain his sounds any longer, he let every pant, moan, and whine out.

Johnnie sounded like a bitch in heat as watched your delicious cunt swallow him whole. “Please don't stop holy fuck.” he mutters starting unable to see clearly as he feels the coil threatening to snap in his stomach. He tries to reach out and help you somehow.

You quickly swat his hands away, wishing to see his own pleasure rather than your own. His pretty whines and the faces he was making were worth it to hold off for a little longer.

And rewarded you were, with a particularly quick pump of your body let Johnnie finally unravel all the stress he had felt tonight. “Oh Jesus fuck.” his incoherent curse was lost in a sea of moans as he fucked himself into you shooting hot ropes of cum.

“Oh fuck oh my god,” he whined coming down from the high. You slow your pace to a stop watching him attempt to lift himself up. “Did you finish yet?” he asks, still panting.

“No, not yet.” you wander looking down at him. “Sit back,” he murmurs, gesturing towards the couch. You smirked but complied and sat down on the couch, Johnnie brought his fingers into your hair kissing you deeply. He brought his free hand down to yours and guided it to your clit.

You got the hint and started to pleasure yourself. He brought the still-free hand down and slipped a finger into your sopping cunt. After a second of pumping his finger in and out he slipped in two.

Your orgasim approached rapidly as it was your turn to moan. Johnnie swallowed every last one as he curled deep, hitting your g spot. “I'm gonna cum.” you warned as your legs shook.

Johnnie didn't stop his movements and let you cling to him as you rode out your organism. Your pretty moans felt like prayers to his ears. As you began to fall from your high he removed his fingers from you and placed a very loving and gentle kiss on the top of your head.

[checosbluespring]

racing hearts → op81

oscar piastri x plus size!fem reader

genre: drivers room smut, established relationship

cw: 18+ MDNI, smut, oral (male receiving), praise kink, dirty talk, pls let me know if i am forgetting anything

word count: 2.7k

song: cupid's chokehold- gym class heroes

sidenote: hi everyone! finally the new fic is here and it's an oscar one! please let me know if y'all have any ideas or requests for a fic because i don't have a plan for the next one haha. also not beta read. hope you all enjoy <3

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Silvertone made you nervous, don't get me wrong, all of Oscars races made you incredibly nervous but it wasn't often you were in the paddock watching in person. He was doing good, no matter how he did you were always proud of him, but it was nice to hear him over the radio sounding happy. Your nerves got the best of you, and you found yourself shaking your leg and biting your nails, before it got worse you decided a little walk around the paddock would be calming. 

You and Oscar had been dating a little over two years, and those two years had been amazing. You remember his year as a reserve driver and all the hesitation that he felt. You remember when he first got word about getting a spot in f1 and the tears of joy that fell down your face when he told you. You remember every big and little moment that has impacted your relationship. 

Before dating, you guys were friends, you were getting your masters degree in London and happened to be friends with one of his friends. Everything kinda felt like fate, when you first met him you had been so shy, of course you had heard about the hot shot f2 driver, and of course you had been nervous. A part of this nervousness and shyness you felt was because you were worried how he would react to you being a bigger girl. 

To your surprise Oscar was amazing to you. And over the next couple of moments as he was pursuing you, he did not shy away from being affectionate.

You would like to say the rest was history but it wasn't, that your relationship had its ups and downs. Oscar wanted to go public with your relationship, it was you who had told him we should hold off. You knew how people would react and this was his first year in f1, you didn't want to add to that stress. People would bombard him on his social media posts, interviews would ask questions, you couldn't do that to him. After all he's worked for. Truth be told you would like to show your affection to Oscar in public, to be able to hold and kiss him after a good quali or a podium, but you knew how mean the internet could be and you couldn't do that to him or yourself.

The sound of the cars pull you out of your trace and you figure it was time to head back to the garage and watch. You felt a pit in your stomach, he was doing good, and only a few laps left but anything could happen. With the final lap you see he finished 4th, you were extremely happy for him. But in the back of your mind, you knew Oscar would be mad. Mad that he was so close to a podium. Despite that you couldn’t wait to hug and congratulate him. 

The garage was crowded, roars and screams echoed in your ears. The team was proud of their 2nd and 4th finish. And while no one knew why you were there or your intentions, you couldn’t help but feel extremely proud of both boys. 

You knew it would take Oscar a while to finish his debriefing, post race interviews, and just overall navigating the garage. You took it upon yourself to sneak into his drivers room and wait until he’s done. Walking in see a small picture of you and him nestled away near his backpack.

A sudden jolt of possessiveness, and just overall happiness rings through you. At the end of the day you couldn’t believe Oscar and you were together. He was the most amazing, caring and loving person you could’ve ever imagined to have. You knew you had to do something when he came into the room to cheer him up because, even though fourth place was an incredible finish, Oscar always thrived for more. 

You make yourself comfortable, slipping off your shoes and putting your hair in a ponytail. You looked through the tiny closet that was in the drivers room, where he said he would leave a larger hoodie for you to wear after the race if it was cold. It was the little things like this that made you love him even more. While you weren’t the type of girl who could wear his hoodies or shirts because they were too small on you. He made the extra effort to give you what you wanted. 

While waiting, you came up with the most amazing idea, you and Oscar had a pretty active sex life. You were both young, what could you say? it was always pretty difficult during practice days and qualities to find time alone with each other but today you decided you were going to plan something special. 

You found yourself getting excited at the idea, crossing your legs you try to create some friction to hold yourself off until Oscar gets into the room, but luck was not on your side today, and it took two more hours until Oscar finally entered the room, looking exhausted, flushed and sweaty. 

His hair was damp and sticking to his forehead. Just how you liked it when his hair was down. His pretty eyes sparkled at you, but through his smile, you could tell he was disappointed and sad.

“Hi baby, how was debrief?” you questioned

“Same old, same old just took longer to get out because they wanted to strategize on how we can get a one-two next race. Are you ready to go? I’m exhausted, starving and I need to shower desperately.”

Before you can nod, you remember the plan you had made a couple hours earlier. He might be too tired to do anything, but all you can do is try.

“Why don’t you sit down for a minute Osc, we can get you changed out of your fireproofs, and wait a little while traffic is still dying down. Here let me order us some food to be delivered back to the hotel for later on” 

You quickly get on your phone and order his favorite post race meal, a chicken burger with sweet potato fries. You opt out and get yourself something different. After placing your order, you start to grab his change of clothes that he brought with him. When you are face to face in front of him, you see Oscar looking up at you with the most fondest eyes, and quiet smile. 

Oscar wasn’t the most romantic person in the world, but just by existing he made up for it. Nonetheless he never strayed away from complimenting you.

“Have I told you, you are the best girlfriend in the world, you take such good care of me”

“You’ve said it once or twice but I wouldn’t mind hearing it more” you wink as you slowly start to take off his undershirt. You take the liberty to also take off his pants, so you kneel down in front of him and start to pull off his boots one by one. This felt extremely intimate and it left you with a flushed feeling.  

You gesture him to lift his hips so you could pull off the remaining part of his fireproofs that were pooled loosely around his waist. Once he does this you shimmy them down his legs, leaving him in just his boxers. 

“You did so good today baby” you said while rubbing your hands up and down the tops of his thighs.

“You raced so well. You don’t know how proud I am of you. My rookie, my baby, you are so perfect Osc, my one and only”

You see a tint of red cover his cheeks and nose. This was something you guys have been experimenting more with, you being dominant. You weren’t gonna do that today. Tonight you just wanted to let him know how good he was. You slowly see a tent pop up in his boxers

“Oh my, my, Oscar what’s this, do you like hearing how good you are? Well you are, you are so good” 

Instead of replying, Oscar tries to hide his face with his forearm. That just won’t do.

“Oh no no no, don’t hide yourself from me, isn’t that what you always tell me”

He slowly removes his forearm to look down at you. 

“Baby can I please suck you off, want to show you how proud I am”

He nods his head yes and lets out a tiny please. 

That’s all you needed to hear before you slide his boxers off. His pretty pink cock springs free, red at the tip, angry looking and dripping. Oscar had the prettiest cock you had ever seen, to be fair you had only seen a couple in your life but his was so pretty. Average in length, maybe a bit below, but thick, pale with a pink tinge to it. Oscar left things pretty natural in the hair department but that never bothered you. Everything about him just made sense. 

Your mouth instantly drools at the sight of it, laying across his tummy. You spit in your right hand and grasp it at the base, and slowly drag your hand up his shaft. You look up to see Oscar’s eyes slowly flutter close. A tiny breath leaves his mouth. You decided now was the time to praise him some more.

“You have such a pretty cock Oscar, fucks me so well, fills me up in the best way possible. No one has ever made me come the way you do, you take such good care of me, let me do the same for you”

With that you bring your head down to softly lick the head, swirling your tongue around the tip, you dip your head down and lick a long stripe from the base of his cock all the way to the tip and fully take the head into your mouth. 

Oscar’s hands were gripping the couch as hard as he could, trying to keep the moans at a minimum, the driver room walls were very thin. Oscar was usually on the quieter side, but you don’t know what possessed you to say this.

“Don’t hold back, be loud love, I want everyone to know how good I’m making you feel, want everyone to know I’m in here worshiping your cock”

“Fuck y/n you have such a dirty mouth” he whined. 

You giggled and brought your cheek down to nestle his cock. Grabbing it firmly you slap it against your face leaving a slight sting. You couldn’t help but look up at him as you did this, he was staring down at you, mouth agape. 

“I left your cheek all red” he muttered, you could sense he felt a little bad because of it. You couldn’t have that.

“Good, want us to walk out here knowing just what we did” and even though you know when you walked out people would think you were a McLaren worker because of your outfit, you couldn’t help but feel excited walking out into the world knowing you had just done what you did with thee Oscar Piastri. 

Oscar is fully back in your mouth again, hash breaths and tiny moans are coming from the man above you. Bobbing your head up and down you try your best to fully take his entire length. It was hand because he was stretching your mouth so wide with his thickness. You focus your tongue at the head, swirling and moving your tongue back and forth at the spot the connects the tip to the base. That brings out the biggest moan from him. You immediately look up to see his eyes are shut close and his lip looks like it’s about to start bleeding from how hard he’s biting it.

Continuing to focus on the head, you bring your hand down to his balls and cup them. You softly rub and massage them. You knew once you did this Oscar would finish soon.

“Want you to fuck my mouth, want to feel it for days after you leave London, want to remember how good you fuck my throat” you say to him with eyes that were begging.

“Are you sure baby? Don’t want to hurt you”

“If you hurt me I’ll slap your thigh, but trust me I want this”

He nods and grabs the back of your head to place you back on his cock. He starts slow, hand loosely grabbing the back of your head, guiding you softly. You try to relax your throat, because soon he starts to pick up his pace. Instead of the soft hold, he is harshly grabbing your hair, using it to move you up and down. You do your best to still use your tongue despite Oscar moving you at a very fast pace. 

“Fuck I’m gonna come soon” he whispers

You knew he was close to the edge by the way the thick vein on the underside of his cock was throbbing. You look up at him the best as you could and nod, hoping he got the message to finish in your mouth. In all honesty, you wanted him to come all over your face but you still had to walk through the paddock to his car. 

His hips start to stutter and he stops moving your head, arms fallen to his side. He lets out a loud groan and you feel the warm white liquid flood your mouth. You swallow and open your mouth to show him. He also groans at this, cupping your face he bring you up to connect you both in a kiss. It was a sweet kiss, no tongue, nothing crazy, just sweet.

You smile at him and stand up, you know you are drenched but you didnt want to do anything else in this room. Oscar may be able to be quite, but there so guarantee with you.

“Want me to eat you out” Oscar asked with his face in your neck as you sat next to him. 

“No, you can fuck me later if you are up for it, but we should be going soon, the food is probably going to be delivered before we get there”

He nods “Where did you learn to talk like that” Oscar asks as he puts on his new pair of boxers.

“I don’t know what you mean, I was just speaking the truth” you wink.

He gives you a uhhuh look and continues to get dressed. You look at yourself in the mirror and you don’t completely look disheveled. The slight redness on your cheek was still there but you wanted that. You dug in Oscar’s bag for a piece of gum and popped it in your mouth. You both get ready in silence. As you are about to leave you stop him.

“You do know I am genuinely proud of you, and I can’t wait to see how much you grow and succeed, I love you.” You say and kiss his cheek. 

“I love you too, you are the most amazing and beautiful girlfriend ever, I can’t wait for people know you are mine”

Something overcame you. You grab his hand and nod, if someone finds out and spreads it, you could care less. You were tired of hiding this. You see the smile and lead the way out of the drivers room.

Hand in hand you both walked down the paddock, you were proud of your boyfriend. No more being scared. He deserves this and more. His hand was warm and you knew everything was right. You had no doubt in your mind that next season you would both be back here but celebrating a podium instead. 

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