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sweetdispatch · 4 months ago

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I can explain - N. Hischier & J. Hughes

6 days of kinkmas pairing: Nico Hischier x fem!reader + Jack Hughes x fem!reader summary: She's hooking up with Jack and Nico without them knowing about each other. One day they found out about it and had an idea warning: NSFW, graphic sex (18+), threesome, oral (m receiving), swearing, cum play, degradation note: Merry Christmas guys🎄❤️

It was a complicated time for you. You were entangled in two romances. You’ve met Jack in January. Something clicked between two of you but after hearing that he’s unfaithful in relationships, you wanted to keep it simple and start in fwb with him. You needed sex and not heartbreak. When he got an injury, he left New Jersey. You still had a couple of months at university and searched for someone to replace him.

This is how you met Nico. In April, you ran into him in one of the clubs and ended up hooking up in the bathroom. He asked for your phone number and you gladly gave him. You thought that it’s over between you and Jack and decided to focus on Nico, especially when he was caring about you and saw more in you than sex. You pictured that two of you can be together at some point of your life.

During summer, you returned to your house and completely forgot about them. You put focus on your friends and other things than remembering about two guys with whom you’ve been hooking up during summer semester. None of them wrote to you and it was a closed chapter, until you returned to New Jersey for another year at university and the NHL started.

Jack wrote to you, asking if you’re free tonight. Of course you were, so you met and slept together. Two of you returned to the dynamic from the beginning of the year when he was showing up at your door wanting to take his steam on you. It was fine for you until Nico did the same thing. He wrote to you asking if you’re still studying here. You two started going on dates that sometimes ended up in his bed.

At first, you didn’t see a problem in this but you learned from your friend that they’re teammates and really good friends. When you heard that, you felt trapped. What are the odds that two guys you’re seeing are friends? You wanted to get out of both relationships but you couldn’t. Both of them meant a lot to you.

The only thing left for you was to hope they’ll never learn about each other. October and November were unproblematic but that changed in December. You went to a bar with your friends to celebrate the start of the Christmas break. At the same bar, Nico and Jack with a couple of his teammates arrived to celebrate the win. Nico spotted you at the bar.

“I’ll be right back, I just say hi to the girl I’m flirting with. I told you about her” Nico said to Jack and he nodded, trying to see what the girl looked like. He froze when he saw that the girl he’s hooking up with, is the mysterious girl that Nico told him about.

You saw Nico and excused yourself from your friends. You hugged him and kissed his cheek. You two stood there for a couple of minutes chatting about your lives lately. Jack decided to interrupt you two.

“Hi Y/N” You heard and froze on the spot. You’ve been caught.

“Hi Jack, I didn’t know you were here too” You said trying to avoid their eyes on you.

“You two know each other?” Nico asked, confused.

“Yes, she’s the girl I’m sleeping with” Jack answered and all you wanted was to disappear.

“Is this true?” Nico asked you.

“I can explain” You took a deep breath and continued. “I met Jack in January and we kinda started hooking up but when he left, I met you and I thought Jack forgot about me so I focused on you but he wrote to me in September and we came back to what we had and later you also wrote to me and we started seeing each other. I swear, I didn’t know that you two are friends. I found out about this a couple weeks ago and wanted to stop seeing both of you but you’re great guys so I couldn’t” You were rambling.

“So you’ve been sleeping with me and Jack?” You nodded ashamed. “That doesn’t make any sense. Why would you do that?”

“I-I don’t have an answer. All I can say is sorry for this mess” You wanted to cry.

“I have an idea how you can apologise” Jack started. “How about having sex in three?” You looked at him and before you could say something, Nico interrupted.

“I think it’s a great idea. Since she’s so greedy for both of us, I think we should do it” Nico spoke to Jack and both of them turned to face you. “What do you think?”

“Umm, fine” You answered, wetness growing in your panties on the thought of both of them fucking you.

You told your friends that you’re leaving them and the boys went to say the same thing to their teammates. When you left the club, Nico proposed to go to his place on which you and Jack agreed. You were excited but at the same time, you were nervous. You never had two guys at once but there was no coming back from this.

Nico let you enter the apartment first. The minute the door was closed, you felt someone grab your arm and turned you around. Jack pulled you into a kiss and handed you to Nico. He kissed you and you felt that Jack was trying to take off your coat. You looked at them not sure of what they’re planning. In a quick move, Nico threw you on his shoulder and carried you to the bedroom. Jack followed him.

Gently, Nico placed you on his bed and got rid of your dress. You felt overwhelmed feeling both guys eyes on you but Jack turned you around so you were laying on your stomach with ass and head hanging out from both sides. They were standing behind you and you couldn’t see anything. The only thing you heard was them taking off their clothes and whispering to each other. Jack went around the bed and kneeled in front of you so he could face you.

“Who would have thought you’re such a slut? That one dick is not enough for you and has to fuck two guys” He placed his thumb on your bottom lip and you took it into your mouth. You started sucking his finger. “Such a dirty girl. Let’s fuck this behaviour out of you”

Nico pulled down your panties and went with his fingers through your pussy.

“So wet for us. Is the thought of being filled with two dicks turned you on?” You hummed around Jack’ thumb.

Jack took out his thumb from your mouth and stood up. Your eyes were on the line of his dick. You pulled your hand from behind and started stroking his cock. You raised your head to look into his eyes. The next thing you felt was Nico’ dick deep down your pussy. You moaned loudly at this feeling of his cock stretching your tight hole.

He was pounding into you roughly and with each move you became more vocal. Jack was tired of hearing you and decided to shut you with his dick. You gladly accepted his cock in your mouth. He grabbed your hair and face fuck you. You were moaning and gagging around him. Hot tears were spilling from your eyes.

You never felt so full like today. Nico’ dick was sunk deep down your pussy and he was thrusting into you with power. His hands were placed on your waist to keep you in place. You were sure that you’ll have bruises there tomorrow from his hard grip. Meanwhile, Jack’ tip was hitting the back of your throat. He was pushing your head deeper with each thrust.

This felt incredible for you, to have both of them at the same time in you. They both were great in bed but being in this position, at their mercy was turning you on even more. You were close to your orgasm and Nico could feel it when your muscles were tightening around his length.

“What do you think Jack? Does she deserve to cum? I can feel she’s close” Nico asked and Jack laughed. You looked at him with your teary eyes with his cock still in your mouth.

“Yeah, let her know how good we are for our slut” He replied and pushed your head and the tip of your nose hit his pubic bone.

Nico placed his hand on your clit to stimulate you even more. Your orgasm hit you like a truck and you could see stars in your eyes. It was overwhelming feeling but he didn’t stop fucking you. He was trying to reach his own release. With one last thrust, he spilled his cum inside of you.

He pulled out of you but Jack was still fucking your mouth. You could feel that he’s close because his dick was trembling inside your mouth. After a couple of seconds, you could feel his warm cum inside your mouth. You swallowed every drop of it and opened your mouth to prove him. He caressed your cheek and you smiled. Quickly, you turned to lay on your back and took a deep breath.

“This was incredible” You breathed out. “We should do it again” You looked at them.

“I’m up for it” Jack chuckled.

You tried to stand up and get dressed when Nico stopped you.

“You’re staying here tonight. You need to rest” He said.

“But…” You started but he interrupted you.

“No, but. You’re tired and I’m not letting you go back” You sighed defeated.

“I’ll leave you guys but we’re in touch” Jack said and placed a quick kiss on your forehead. “You were incredible today and Nico is right, you need to rest” Like that, Jack left you and Nico alone.

Nico went to the kitchen and gave you a bottle of water to drink. He pulled the duvet over your naked body. He kissed your shoulder and brought you closer to his chest. He cuddled you to sleep and you never felt happier. Maybe having both of them around was a good idea - you thought before you fell asleep.

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ohmyeyesmyeyes · 1 year ago

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a waste of a beautiful dress - n. hischier

summary: an unhappy valentine's day date doesn't always end up with you watching lord of the rings alone with a glass of wine...at least, not when a certain captain can help it

warnings: talks of sex/bad date, mention of alcohol consumption, descriptions of the above facial injury, swearing, cutesy 2.1k thing

a/n: this is a short imagine-thing i wrote on valentine's day that i kind of forgot about (i was gonna write more but i just couldn't think of what to do, so if the ending's weird, that's why!) and i didn't want to not publish this for you guys, so...enjoy!

“Is everything okay?”

You blinked, the elevator coming back to focus around you, the walls distorting the reflection of someone that, rather against your will, you’d found growing increasingly familiar with each week. The bottle of wine in your grasp felt suddenly heavier under his careful scrutiny, and you felt your fist tighten around it, almost protectively.

You could only imagine what you looked like: nice clothes – maybe a little too nice for an evening stroll or a walk around the block, and a tarnished, almost numb expression on your face, even despite the conflicted tornado swirling inside your mind. There was no doubt he’d deciphered your distracted look and the dejection written so plainly on your face. Yet, though you knew what he saw, you refused to feel pity for yourself.

You inhaled, plastering a tight smile on your face as you looked towards him, his beloved beanie on his head and a backpack on his shoulders. His head was dipped a little, a slight furrow between his brows, ever telling of his caring tendencies, and you suddenly felt a little better, even despite the previous events.

“I’m fine.” You tried, slyly moving the bottle further out of his sight. It didn’t work: his eyes seemed to catch the slight motion before meeting yours, a look of disbelief on his face, “You?” You asked, desperate to turn his attention away from you.

Nico Hischier wasn’t someone you’d have found yourself chatting to casually mere months ago, at least not past the usual pleasantries. Though, it seemed the mutual friends and the many parties had oiled that creaking joint somewhere along the way, and – hesitantly – you were friends to some degree. So much so that every so often the two of you may find yourselves in the other’s apartment with a mug of coffee or a glass of wine in hand with something playing on the TV.

Of course, no one else knew about that.

He sighed, leaning back against the mirror opposite you. There was a cut under his eye you hadn’t seen immediately, but when he leant back the light seemed to catch the green skin and the scratch. He seemed to notice your concerned wince before you could point it out, his hand flying up to lightly press underneath it, “It’s fine, I just caught a puck yesterday.”

Before he could say anything else, and you knew he would because he started to frown again, you interrupted, a slight laugh of mirth passing your lips, “No big deal.”

He froze a little, but still a smile replaced the apprehension as he shook his head, "Better my cheek than my teeth.”

“That’s true.” You grinned in agreement, attention immediately turning to the opening doors as they dinged, your floor appearing before you.

“After you.” Nico gestured, following closely behind as you both wandered to the end of the hall, your eyes glued to the patterned tiles beneath your feet, before a thought suddenly struck you, and with some urgency.

“Do you have Arnica?” You turned to Nico, your hand hovering under your own eye when he blinked in confusion, shaking his head, “For your eye? It helps with pain and bruising.”

“Uh…”

“Unless you want to keep your battle scar?” You teased lightly, unzipping your bag to pull out your keys, only to notice his still-close presence by your shoulder, even despite being outside your door.

You looked up, only to be met with a sheepish smile, one that you knew meant you’d caught him, but he shrugged, “The Arnica seems sensible.”

“Sensible?” You pushed your key through the door, turning the lock.

“It’s not much of a battle scar when a rubber disc wins.” He rationalised, walking through your doorway when you held it open for him and immediately gravitating towards the cat bed towards the far end of your apartment.

By the time you’d locked the door, shed your coat and placed your bag and the wine on the counter, he’d returned, still in his coat, beanie and backpack with a fond look on his face, your cat snuggled in his arms with no complaints of the attention except a rumbling, contented purr.

His eyes seemed to drop to your dress, and widen a little, and you knew there was absolutely no dodging his questions, not when he seemed to grow a little wary and dart his gaze to the bottle of wine on the counter.

“Did you have any Valentine’s plans today?” he asked lightly, briefly turning his attention back to the cat in his arms, most likely to give you a moment to steel yourself.

You hesitated, adjusting the straps on your dress. Nico was lovely, you knew that; he’d never once said or done anything to make you feel uncomfortable, but there was something more serious and vulnerable as to what you were about to say – lying wasn’t really in the cards, mostly because you knew he knew whatever had happened already hadn’t particularly ended well.

He’d caught you on the verge of tears in an elevator by yourself, clutching a bottle of wine, for fuck’s sake. You didn’t do that on Valentine’s day unless something had gone wrong.

“I did.” You breathed, quickly wiping down the counter surface and avoiding looking at him, trying to fight the embarrassment clawing its way up your throat, threatening to spill colour onto your cheeks.

You had nothing to be embarrassed about whatsoever.

He said nothing, just watched you carefully, keeping his distance. If you didn’t want to talk about it, you knew he wouldn’t even press the subject.

“I had a date earlier–” out of the corner of your eye, you saw his gaze cut to the clock on the wall: half-past six. “It didn’t go well.”

He nodded, treading carefully with his words, “How come?”

“He made some comments that I couldn’t really ignore, and when I asked him about it, y’know, to just clarify some things, he kicked off, I corrected him, he sulked, and then left halfway through when I went to the toilet.” You said in one breath, feeling your skin prickle with the reminder of the entire ordeal, scrubbing at a spot on the counter – sometimes grease just didn't budge.

There was the dull thud of paws against your floor, and you looked up to see Nico standing at the opposite side of the counter, an unreadable expression on his face. His brows were pulled together, but there was no telltale crease; his mouth was parted, but in a way that suggested he was a bit more hesitant at finding out what you had to say than a mortified scowl.

“What did he say?” His tone of voice was unwavering, but the slight edge to it sent your heart pounding a little harder nonetheless.

He had a sister, he was probably thinking of all the worst possible scenarios.

You felt your voice get caught in your throat, and you found yourself wishing you’d never even been this honest with him in the first place, because you felt…embarrassed, almost, to admit it fully, “He made a ‘my place or yours after this’ comment and I told him I didn’t want to sleep with him, so he left the first chance he got.” You said quietly, still making yourself busy with tidying the kitchen.

You inhaled deeply, spinning on your heel and fiddling with some of the utensils before you could gain the courage to even look in his direction. You didn’t want to see him pity you.

Except, when you did look up, you saw none of the pity you’d been expecting. In fact, his mouth was pressed firmly shut, and when he caught you looking at him, he – very insistently – muttered, “Well, he’s a fucking dick.”

You felt the corners of your mouth twitch up in some hint of a smile, “Thanks.”

Then, almost like it did in the elevator, the light seemed to catch the shiner under his eye, reminding you of the very reason he’d walked through your threshold in the first place, and you began to wander through the hallway, “I’ll go get the Arnica.”

He nodded in response, shucking his coat and draping it across the back of one of the stools, before bending down to stroke the cat nuzzling at his shins. You rounded the corner into your bathroom, rifling through the cupboard for the tube of cream, before making your way back into the living area, the tube outstretched in your hand.

He took it from you gently, leaning his elbows across the countertop as he read the information on the back of it silently.

“What about you?” You asked, and he looked up, “Any Valentine’s Day plans?”

He blinked, sighing, “I laid in bed for an hour longer than usual.” He said simply, “Then I went to a late morning skate, came home, watched some TV, went to the gym, and now I’m here. So, no, not really.” He inhaled, and you felt yourself grow a little uneasy when he started poking the swelling under his eye, looking into his phone to apply the cream, “You got any more plans?”

Your eyes darted to the bottle of wine, “I was gonna drink wine and watch Lord of the Rings.”

He breathed a startled laugh, “Sounds like a good plan.”

“It is.” You agreed, pausing to consider something, before taking a breath, “Do you wanna join me?”

It wasn’t something you’d never done with each other before; in fact, the two of you seemed to get along better without a cacophony of people interrupting (though that wasn’t much of a surprise), however there was something more delicate and meaningful in the knowledge of the day: Valentine’s Day was undoubtedly something that was weighing on both your minds. It was impossible not to – the posts on social media, the love hearts plastered in shop windows and the flowers everywhere didn’t let you forget it.

It just felt different, somehow.

Nico’s fingers faltered under his eye, and he looked up, brown eyes a little wider than usual, with his mouth parted in surprise. Evidently, he’d been thinking along similar lines to you, but Valentine’s Day wasn’t just about romance and love and whatnot: it was also just another day.

He blinked, eyes searching your face for regret in asking, or for some sign that he should turn down your offer, no matter how tantalising it was.

“It’s not gonna drink itself.” You joked lamely, watching as he slowly nodded, ducking his head down to mask the smile you knew was now on his face.

“Are you sure?” He mumbled, placing his phone on the counter and screwing the top back onto the cream. His eye was now shining a little, but it gave you inexplicable comfort to know that it was at least taken care of temporarily.

Even looking at it seemed to send a dull ache thrumming across your cheekbone.

“I’m sure.”

Then: “Did you eat on that date?” He asked, raising a brow.

“No.”

He frowned, but showed nothing to say he was particularly shocked by that answer, and stood up from the stool very quickly – quick enough to startled the cat, and quick enough to have to catch the stool from falling over in his haste, “Do you maybe want to get something to eat, first? I know a good place a couple of blocks away.”

You stuttered, not entirely expecting such a spontaneous proposal, “Sure, I just—I should change first, though.”

His eyes dragged down your figure, and for the first time ever, you found yourself trying to regain control of the sudden blush that threatened to stain your cheeks, before he tutted, met your eyes, smiled and shook his head, dimples as clear as they’d ever been. There was something bright in his eye, and if you didn’t know any better, you’d assume there was some mischief lingering there – as though he knew exactly what you were refraining from doing under his gaze.

“Personally,” he started off slowly, “I think it’d be a waste of a beautiful dress.”

You sucked the inside of your cheek, looking down at your dress. It was beautiful, though arguably it had already been wasted on the day considering the hellish date experience, but maybe eating out with Nico would change that?

“In that case…” You trailed off, grabbing your coat and slipping your shoes back on, “But–” You whirled around, Nico’s hand going suspiciously fast to cover his mouth, though the crinkles by his eyes certainly told you everything you needed to know, and arched an accusing brow in his direction, “I’m changing when we get back.”

“Fine by me.” He held up his hands in surrender, mouth pressed tightly together to prevent himself from laughing, and you rolled your eyes at his innocent act, but said nothing.

#nico hischier x reader #nico hischier imagine #nico hischier oneshot #nico hischier fic #nhl fic #nhl oneshot #nhl imagine #hockey player x reader #hockey fic

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granddaughterofdemeter · 11 months ago

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Hi, if you want to do it I would really appreciate it, you can do an imagine Percy Jackson x Female reader daughter of Hades where she is very close to her godly Father (Hades best father) they are very close and she and Percy are dating and Hades finds out, Can you tell me what their confrontation with Jealous Hades would be like with his daughter and Percy with that affronting and sarcastic way of his?

ofc!

*inspo from b99, jake meeting amy's dad*

Get. Away. From. My. Daughter.

[percy jackson x f!reader]

" Or I will. skin. you"

" So you can just control your daughter's life?"

"No-, ugh you, Perseus Jackson, are so infuriating."

You love Percy, of course you do, but when he asked to meet Hades you freaked. He was hurt, sadly, but he quickly understood why after this.

Though, unfortunately for you, your man is a very, very, maddening person.

A large bang caught your attention as Percy leaned in, a mischievous grin crossing his face. You both snapped your eyes toward the door while the dark energy surrounding the Underworld crawled close to you.

The guilty sighs coming from both Nico and Will helped you discern what was going on.

" We tried, [Name]. I'm sorry..." Will apologized. You smiled and shook them off as you placed your focus on your very angry father.

"[NAME], why would you even think about dating this mediocre, dense, child?"

You groaned but before you could say anything, your, mediocre, dense, boyfriend, interrupted you.

"Maybe it's because she likes my, mediocre, dense, brain!"

Hades nearly lost it...

So, of course Percy made it worse by twirling you to face him and kissing you on the forehead knowing full well that your dad would lose his shit.

"Get. Away. From. My. Daughter, Or I will skin you alive."

"So you think you can just control your daughter's life?"

"No- ugh, you, Perseus Jackson, are an infuriating person! [Name], are you sure this is the person you want to spend a while in your life with?"

Percy got increasingly offended.

"A while? Why can't she spend a lifetime with me?"

Hades laughed in your boyfriends face, before retorting. "My daughter has the ability to gain men much better than you ever could be."

That was when you butt in. "How dare you say that Percy isn't a man that deserves me?"

"It's alright, Rosie, he's not wrong." Percy chuckled, antagonized by the truth he could see your dad's words.

"No, you deserve me and I deserve you, and my father doesn't have the right to call my romantic choice 'mediocre' because this isn't the 1800s and he can't sell me for two sheep."

Percy smiled gently towards you as you scolded your surprised dad just for him.

Hades sighed, looking at the gaze that your lover held for you. He could see the love that he had long ago refused to believe that Poseidon's demigod son could hold for someone that wasn't himself just like his father.

But that moment was what helped Hades realize that he can't control the fact that you are your own woman who can choose who you want to love...

hope you like it!

sorry it took me so long (ノへ￣、)

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mediumgayitalian · 1 year ago

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Nico is going to be smote by Hermes.

As he trudges through the muddy lake water, seething, he weighs each elaborated murder he has planned for each member of Cabin Eleven against how harshly Hermes will punish him for it. Connor will be flayed alive. Travis will be cooked over an open flame. Julia will be strapped to a rocket and blasted into the sun. Alice will face death by a thousand paper cuts.

And Cecil.

Fucking Cecil.

Cecil Markowitz will face a death so tortuous and harrowing that the constraints of the crime cannot be adequately covered in any mortal tongue. Crucified is too light a term. Nico is going to kill him in a way that is unspeakable — to hell with Hermes and his wrath. Nico is going to smite his dumbass children himself, and it will be worth it.

His boyfriend waits for him, lips pressed together and eyes trained to the sky, on the dock, holding several towels.

“Say nothing,” Nico hisses, slamming his sword on the wood and dragging himself up after it.

“Wasn’t going to,” Will lies. He immediately begins to cough, face turning slightly red. “Well, if I were to say anything —”

“William,” Nico warns.

“I just mean to say,” he soldiers on, setting all but one of the towels down, “that you look —”

He cuts himself off with a quickly smothered giggle.

“I swear to all that is fucking holy, Son of Phoebus.”

He lets Will maneuver him about, towel turning almost black with all the mud it’s absorbing off Nico’s clothes. He has to move on to another towel once he’s finished just Nico’s arm, dripping the soaked towel with a wet plop.

“It’s not that bad.”

Nico stares at him, deadpan. In fact he has to swipe pond scum out of his eyes and hair to glare properly.

“I am the fucking Creature of the Black Lagoon, Solace.”

Will bites his lip, hard. A burst of laughter escapes anyway, heedless of his desperate attempt to smother it, and the worst part is that it’s gorgeous and it makes his eyes light up and his stupid face looks stupid divine, when he’s giggly about something, and it makes Nico want to crush him a little. In the facial region, with his own face.

Except his own face is covered in stinky lake mud.

And Will is laughing.

Hard.

“I mean,” he manages around giggles, holding up a new towel to dab at Nico’s face, “it brings out your eyes, honestly.”

Nico closes his eyes. He lets that sit for a moment. He exhales for ten solid seconds.

“William Andrew.”

“It does! I mean, it’s really the perfect shade —”

“Romance is actually, genuinely dead.”

“— makes them look very deep, actually —”

“I should’ve listened to Demeter and married a doctor.”

“— and lake mud has so many uses! Most of the microbes on you are excellent for the skin. Who wouldn’t want to be compared to lake mud?”

“Oh wait! That is useless advice.”

“And you didn’t even pick up any leeches! Just all this dark, beautiful lake mud, as brown and beautiful as your eyes —”

“I’m returning you to whatever lab you were created in. Obviously you’re defective and I want a new model.”

“— in fact I’ll write a haiku about it.” He clears his throat. “My boyfriend is so hot —”

“Enough,” Nico interrupts, slapping his semi-clean hand over Will’s motormouth before things get any worse. Unfortunately the mud still caked into the lines of his skin contrasts beautifully with Will’s sparkling eyes, making them even bluer somehow. That’s a felony. “Also, that’s six syllables, dumbass.”

“I’ll revise,” he shoots back, muffled.

“If you promise not to, I’ll move my hand.”

Will presses a kiss to his palm because he’s a sappy loser who knows exactly what he does for Nico’s heart problems, based on the wiggle of his stupid perfect eyebrows.

“Deal.”

Nico removes his hand slowly. He lifts it back up when Will opens his mouth, threatening, but luckily he changes course before Nico has to make good on the threat, leaning down to kiss Nico softly, properly.

“I’m crucifying your best friend,” he mumbles against his lips. “That is step one of a ten step torture process.”

“‘Kay.”

“His siblings, too.”

“Sounds good.”

“Hermes might grind me to dust, after.”

“Trying really, really hard to focus on something right now, babe.”

“Right,” Nico breathes. There is still mud drying onto him and it is the Worst, actually, and he still has several homicides to play out, but.

But.

He can spend a little time kissing his boyfriend first.

(As long as that will keep him from spouting any more damn haikus.)

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forteafy · 2 years ago

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seb x reader with prompt " kissing their helmet for good luck before the race" any seb era (you choose) i hope you like the prompt :) <3

♡ Helmet Kisses [1.1K] I couldn't decide which era of Seb I wanted to do; so here's all three!

♡ Red Bull Racing Era

Back in his Red Bull Racing days, Sebastian was known for having a string of lovers; different girls would show up to the race every so often, but never in the Paddock.

Until of course, you came along.

You were the rationality to his chaotic energy, the calm voice in his head before he’d scream down the radio on a particularly bad race.

Also, the first girl he had in the Paddock.

Let’s start by saying the team adored you. Finally, Sebastian would show up on time to meetings and wouldn’t start causing chaos during one of Horner’s speeches.

On the race evening, prior to his second World Championship, he’s all smiles, before walking onto the grid, hopping into his car.

You at this point, were shyly standing alongside some of the other garage guests; you weren’t too sure what the media would think of ‘Vettel’s new lady, the one who’s stuck around.’

Until there’s a sudden motion from one of his mechanics, motioning at you.

For a second, you don’t think to move, until he shouts your name, waving wildly for you to come over to the car.

You can feel your heart race, feeling like the eyes of every driver, mechanic and fan were on you. The only solace you had was Lewis and Mark, having been introduced to Sebastian’s close friends earlier in the weekend.

When you reached the Red Bull, the mechanic pats your back. You barely notice it, attention drawn to your boyfriend’s helmet-clad head.

‘You didn’t give me my good-luck kiss!’ He huffed, lifting his visor so his blue eyes could meet your own.

You can’t hold back the laugh this time. ‘Didn’t you win here without me last time?’ You question the logic. Sebastian simply huffs, not wanting to listen to logic, instead, folding his arms and pouting like a child.

You end up caving, leaning over the side of the RB7, pressing a kiss to the side of his helmet.

You don’t miss the cheering from the rest of the grid as you duck your head, cheeks blushing from the interaction as you walk off the track.

You also don’t miss Sebastian’s shout of ‘I want a proper one when I win!

♡ Scuderia Ferrari Era

You hadn’t been able to attend the opening race of Sebastian’s first year with Ferrari; something you’d felt awful about, knowing it was his dream to race for them.

So here you were, clad in red, engagement finger resting on your left hand, ready to support your husband-to-be.

He’d been aggravated, Lewis and Nico finishing 30 seconds ahead of him in the opening race had driven him insane.

He knew he could do better.

So, when he came into to garage, clad in his red fireproofs, (ones you could have fantasies over,) his game-face was on.

You knew better than to interrupt the ins and outs of setting up the car.

Sebastian had barely spoken to you that morning; he’d held your hand firmly when walking to the car that morning.

Even in the car, your usual chat and singing along to his ancient music was replaced by a silence.

The only form of comfort you had been able to offer him was a hand resting on his leg as he drove; a silent promise you would be here for him, not matter the result.

It wasn’t until one of the mechanics walked past, holding Sebastian’s helmet, that you spoke up, asking if you could give it to him.

He obliged; in his mind, anything to cheer up their driver before the race would be a good thing.

You had held out the helmet, his eyes widening when he saw that it was you handing it to him.

Before handing it to him, you lifted the helmet to your face, kissing the part of the helmet where his lips would usually be on his face.

You grinned, handing him the helmet, winking as you handed it over.

‘That’s your good luck kiss. Go out there and get that win.’

There was a massive cheer around the garage as they finally saw Sebastian break into a smile, the first one of the day.

Even Kimi had started grinning, knowing how in love his teammate was.

After the win he scored that afternoon, the mechanics insisted you joined them for as many races as possible.

♡ Aston Martin Era

Of course, you were there for Sebastian’s final race. The day had been overwhelming.

Even though you hadn’t been by his side for the entirety of the day, you had been around the Paddock; your three-year-old daughter clad in Aston Martin merch.

The whole family had to be there for Sebastian; it was his last race after all.

It had been more emotional for you that you’d realised.

Charles had come up to you, tears in his eyes as he thanked you for looking out for him all those years, even after Sebastian had left Ferrari.

You didn’t expect the warm hug from Christian, who wished you both the best and had promised the second your daughter got into karting, he would be signing her to Red Bull.

Of course, Sebastian had given both his girls a kiss before stepping into his car, nestling in his seat for the last time.

You’d sat in the garage, your daughter on your lap as you pointed to where he was listening to his mechanic; her eyes widened upon seeing her father in the cars she’d seen all day.

His race engineer nudged you, motioning towards your husband.

‘Go on. Give him one more for old times’ sake.’

You laugh, getting up from your chair and scooping up your daughter, walking through the grid.

She of course, gives her Uncle Mick a wave, having spent most of her afternoon coaxing him to play imaginary games with her.

Sebastian clocks the two of you coming across the grid, even though he’s strapped in, he turns his head.

You can’t see the grin on his face, but you know it’s there.

Leaning over and kissing the side of his head, it’s as if all of them years had been taken back, back to when you and Sebastian were just kids; the first time you’d ever been seen with him.

You seem to fly through the years with that one kiss, before leaning up, ready to walk away, until the wiggling girl in your arms whines.

Giving her a questioning look, she leaned down, arms guided by you, as she pressed a sloppy kiss to her father’s helmet.

Sebastian’s heart melted.

His girls on his final race, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

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generalllimaginesss · 1 year ago

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"Hey! Nuh uh, none of that!" reader and luke have been best friends since they were kids and recently got together and reader was visiting luke and jack in jersey and jack catches them making out and it’s disgusted seeing his little brtother and the girl he’s watch grow up and is basically his little sister make out

I actually loved writing this! Lukey Pookieeee!!! My first Luke imagine :)) Enjoy!!!

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The Hughes family had been your second family ever since you were a thought. Jim and your dad were close in college, inseparable when they graduated. Wherever one went, the other followed close behind. Ellen was a second mom to you, and the boys were your brothers that you didn’t have with being an only child.

While it wasn’t necessarily an “arrangement,” both families knew you were destined to fall in love with one of the brothers. You spent any free time with them and had close relationships with each one. Quinn was your go to for advice, Jack was who you went to for a good time, and Luke was your home in human form. He was somebody that made you feel safe to be you. You didn’t have to play charades and act like somebody you’re not. He could see right through that.

You knew you were always the closest to him, but romantic feelings didn’t really develop until he moved to New Jersey with Jack. Contrary to what he tells everybody, he was the one that admitted his feelings first, although he tells everybody that “She just came onto me and I had to do something,” jokingly of course.

You had been helping him pack his childhood room and came across some pictures from summers through the years at the lake house. Some insane courage supported with the feeling of nostalgia brought out some honest conversations. One thing led to another and both of you admitted that you had feelings for one another.

All of that leads to this moment here and now. You had flown to New Jersey to watch the Devils play the Sabres. There was a couple of guys that you wanted to catch up with on the Sabres, but your focus was on Luke currently.

More specifically: Luke hovering above you as you lay on the couch he and his brother shared in their apartment.

“Luke, they’re going to be back soon,” You let out a quiet moan as he was trailing kisses up and down your neck, sucking on the spots that he knew were a weakness for you.

“I’ve caught Jack on several occasions doing worse,” He continued to tug at your hair gently, gaining access to your mouth with his tongue as you let out a louder moan.

“It’s not a big deal, trust me,” He broke apart and gave you a reassuring look accompanied with a peck on your lips.

“I just feel like it’s different…” You trailed off, but a part of you enjoyed the risk of being caught. Everybody knew about the two of you, that wasn’t the problem. Nobody knew the intimate side of you and Luke, and, in a way, that made it that much more special. It was a piece of the universe that only belonged to the two of you.

“I’m not going to do this if your not comfortable-”

You interrupted him with a deep kiss, wrapping his messy curls around your fingertips. His smile became evident, lips moving upwards as the continued to move in synch with yours. Shivers ran up your leg as his fingertips traced up and down the portion of your abdomen that was exposed from your shirt riding up. Ever so gently he pushed the remainder portion of your shirt up, exposing the sports bra that you wore.

Just when things were about to get even more heated, the door to the apartment flew open revealing a wide-eyed Nico, stopping Jack in the middle of his sentence.

"Hey! Nuh uh, none of that," Jack pushed Nico to side, forcing his way through the door, allowing his friend to follow after him.

"Nico, get comfortable because apparently Lukey Pookie here needs a refresher course on the birds and the bees," Jack threw his keys, making his way to the couch where Luke was pinching the bridge of his nose. Nico chuckled, but found refuge in a recliner in the corner of the room.

"I don't think that's-" Luke began, but was immediately interrupted by Jack forcing himself between his brother and the girl he looked at as a little sister.

Jack turned his head, staring at each person on his side with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows.

"I've seen you both in diapers. I've seen you both go through puberty with braces and unhinged emotions, I've seen you both ugly cry over some dumb shit, but I can confidently say that is the most disgusting thing that I have ever seen the two of you do," Jack recalled some crazy moments over the years where things were kind of questionable with you and Luke.

"You're so dramatic," You rolled your eyes and scooted away from him.

"Yeah, well, I don't want to be an uncle yet. At least not the product of you two. Quinn? Maybe. He could afford to let loose a little," Jack suggested, causing Luke snort.

"It wasn't going to go that far....at least not on the couch," You smirked, glancing mischievously at the boy sat beside you.

"Just...use protection and keep it quiet. If you don't have a condom, there's some in my nightstand. I can give you money to go buy some! Grab some cash out of my wallet! I just don't want to see or hear anything from y'all, ok?" Jack was grossed out by the thought of what goes on behind Luke's closed door while you're visiting.

"Hmm, I'll think about it," Luke chirped as he stood up, grabbing your hand to get you to follow him to his room.

As soon as the two of you disappeared, Jack looked at Nico pleadingly.

"You don't think they're..." He trailed off, but Nico knew what he was talking about.

"Surely not," Nico comforted, but a loud, obnoxious, and obviously dramatic moan echoed throughout the apartment.

The guys in the living room couldn't see it, but you and Luke were laughing your asses off. That's one thing the two of you did best, pushed Jack's buttons.

"My apartment will not be a daycare for their lovechild," Jack announced as he got up to grab something to drink from the kitchen.

Nico laughed, enjoying the scene that had played out in front of him.

Who knew Jack and Luke Hughes could provide more entertainment than the NHL?

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𝓛ATE NIGHT TALKING

aka iris’s relationship with luke

━━━ ❛ now you’re in my life, I can’t get you off my mind

how did they meet? iris and luke met outside their apartment building during a fire alarm drill, iris had noticed how worried he looked and went up to him to reassure him that it's a routine check. There was an immediate attraction to each other, and iris gave him her number before she went to her apartment.

their first impressions?

iris’s first impression of Luke was his pants, she thought they were cute as an avid lover of Snoopy herself. She also found him very endearing of how shy and awkward he was and she wasn't blind — of course, she noticed how handsome he is.

luke was breathless when he turned around to see her behind him, not expecting such a pretty girl to start a conversation with him. It was an instant attraction for him, he liked how kind she was to reassure him, him getting enough courage to ask her to show him around.

who fell first? i would say that it was mutual, there was an immediate attraction and connection when they first met. But they really fell for each other during that week and a half of texting every night before they got to see each other again. But luke definitely fell the hardest.

who asked who? luke was the one to ask her to be his girlfriend, it was after their third date and he was walking her to her apartment door. iris was talking about some random topic and luke just interrupted her by asking, she of course said yes and then invited him to come inside and watch a movie. He of course said yes.

first date? luke was the one to ask iris out for their first date. planning the whole thing himself (okay and a little help and advice from his mom and nico) Luke picked her up around 7:30 and drove her to the arena, where they had the place to themselves. Luke showed her around and tried to teach her how to skate and shoot, they then had a cute like picnic on the ice (luke brought a blanket for them to sit on) they talked for hours, luke bringing her home around 1am.

first kiss? iris was the one to kiss luke, and it was during their first date, something neither of them expected to happen. Luke was practically hugging her from behind, helping and fixing her hold on the hockey stick. Everything luke was saying about the stick was going over her head, all she could focus on was his arms around her and how passionate and cute he sounded when he talked about hockey. Luke started to get flustered under her gaze and started tripping over his words, so iris leaned forward and kissed him softly,

first ‘I love you’? Iris was the one to say i love you first, it was after a pretty rough game for luke. Luke came over to her apartment after the game, really just beating himself up silently as the two cuddled on the couch. Iris could tell something was bothering him, so they talked about it. She hated seeing him so upset and she did her best to reassure him and praise him, he was saying how the media doesn't love him like they do his brothers. So she softly cupped his face and told him “I love you”.

how did everyone find out and react?

family + friends: luke told his parents and brothers almost immediately, and iris told her parents and her aunt immediately as well, only telling her brothers when it was official. They were all very supportive, Iris's brothers being a little reluctant to accept the fact that their little sister is dating. They told their friends when they were official, all of them were very supportive and happy for them as well.

the public: the public found out when luke just casually mentioned having a girlfriend in an interview. And for months there was just crumbs on who she is, iris only being seen in the background of pictures with him. But they were officially seen together at the stadium series family skate. It was mostly positive feedback, clips of the couple going viral.

ꪆ୧ GENERAL DETAILS !

their tropes: love at first sight, soulmates, mutual pining, tall bf! X short gf!, yapper bf! X listener gf!, sun x moon, private but not secret, lost in their own world

love languages:

luke’s: physical touch, gift giving, words of affirmation

iris’s: words of affirmation, physical touch, acts of service

pet names:

luke’s for iris: pretty girl, babe/baby, sweet girl, sweets

iris’s for luke: love, darling, angel, pretty boy, lots of pet names in french

their favorite sleep position:

luke’s: he loves being the big spoon, and he definitely won't admit out loud but he loves being the little spoon too.

iris’s: iris’s is okay as long as she's touching luke or her cat moose in some way, she doesn't like feeling alone when she sleeps.

songs that describe them:

my love mine all mine – mitski

teenage dirtbag – wheatus

iris – the goo goo dolls

late night talking - harry styles

she looks so perfect - 5sos

baby i'm yours - arctic monkeys & the newell octet

contact names:

luke’s for iris: mon chéri ❤️

iris’s for luke: sweet girl ❤️

contact photos:

iris’s for luke: iris picked a picture of luke smiling when they, along with his parents and friends went out to eat.

luke’s for iris: luke picked a picture of iris that he took during the summer when they were away for vacation.

lockscreens:

iris’s for luke: iris chose a picture of luke that she took at the first game she went to after they became official.

luke’s for iris: luke chose a picture he took of her at one of their dates, it's one of his favorite pics ever.

ꪆ୧ THEIR THINGS !

lazy days on the couch/bed

playing puzzles/board games & doing arts n crafts

cooking/baking together

going on walks

pulling each other close by their belt loops

chasing each others lips after pulling away from a kiss

sharing food / drinks

Iris stealing Luke’s clothes

siting in the corner of the room and having their own conversation, while hanging out with others

being a mom and dad to Iris’s (their) cat moose

ꪆ୧ FUN FACTS !

they would spend hours texting each other at night for days before they started hanging out in person.

Iris absolutely loves to make luke flustered, she will find different ways to do so, by teasing him, showering him in love and compliments etc.

Luke is regular on her TikTok, whether it's him being seen in the background or he's doing a silly little trend with her.

Iris is Luke’s biggest fan, she's constantly praising him and supporting him in every way.

iris taught luke how to play the guitar

Luke is very touchy, and grabby. especially when they kiss, he’s always wanting to touch her.

luke is always trying to teach her about hockey but iris always gets distracted looking at his lips/eyes

luke is a grade a clinger

Date nights are something that the two are always looking forward to, some notable dates are escape rooms, bowling, mini gold, arcades, museums and taking different art classes.

They enjoy their privacy, being very careful about what they show on the internet.

Every summer they like to go away for a little while on a vacation.

Luke always has his arm around her or resting his hand on her thigh when they are sitting next to each other.

There are so many cute compilations of them made by fans.

They have a great relationship with each other’s families.

Luke loves it when Iris speaks in French even though he doesn't understand it, Iris has been teaching him some!

Luke practically lives in Iris's apartment at this point, he has his own key and some of his essentials there.

When they are apart, they are always up late texting/calling

Summers at the lake house with iris is luke’s favorite, he loves how great she gets along with everyone. He loves spending the day out on the boat with everyone, having Iris by his side as he holds her close, quietly singing along to the song in her ear to make her giggle.

Or staying up late watching movies with her, his brothers, and their friends, or being outside surrounding the campfire, iris is always curled up in his arms, luke placing soft kisses on her head.

It takes them at least 20 minutes of just laying in bed before they are ready to get up and start their day, they just wanna stay in bed and cuddle all day.

Half the time Luke has no idea what Iris's homework is about, but he is always there to help her in any way he can.

Luke has never liked to show off or make themselves look good, but then he met Iris and all he wants to do is just impress her.

Luke gets a little grumpy whenever he’s away from iris for too long.

They really are just attached to the hip.

They have nights where they just play video games in iris’s living room, they get competitive and like to make bets with each other.

Iris playing the piano helps Luke sleep

They love teasing him, but they enjoy Jack spending time with them! Their favorite third wheel.

Luke’s friends and teammates love teasing the couple, mostly Luke from how in love he is.

ꪆ୧ POSTS N MORE !

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lhughes_06 I want you so bad 😖

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brainddeadd · 6 months ago

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OOOO!! a ranger player noticing matt hasn’t touched her yet so he decided to fight her and either she fights his back and holds her own onto getting a few cuts on her face or matt immediately skated over and pushed his away from her !

but after the game he drives to her house not that she knows he coming and they share their first kiss

Fights and Firsts

The arena buzzed with the excitement of the rivalry match between the New Jersey Devils and the New York Rangers. The air was electric, charged with anticipation as Y/N tightened her skates in the locker room, surrounded by her teammates. Jack Hughes was jokingly mimicking their coach’s speech, his playful energy infectious. Nico Hischier adjusted his gear, his serious demeanor a perfect contrast to Jack’s antics, while Luke sat across from them, trying to stifle his laughter.

As the game started, the ice became a battleground. Y/N skated with fierce determination, the thrill of competition coursing through her veins. She darted past defenders, showcasing her speed and agility, drawing cheers from the crowd. But as the first period wore on, she noticed something unusual. Matt Rempe, the formidable Ranger, was glaring at her from across the rink, his jaw set as if waiting for the right moment to make his move.

Midway through the second period, Y/N had the puck near the boards, strategizing her next move when suddenly, a Ranger player came barreling toward her. She barely had time to react before he checked her into the boards, the impact sending her crashing into the icy barrier. The crowd gasped, and the protective instincts of her teammates kicked in.

“Hey!” Jack shouted, rushing to her side, but Y/N was already regaining her balance. The moment she turned, ready to retaliate, she caught the Ranger’s eye, who was smirking at her, clearly enjoying the chaos.

Fueled by adrenaline, Y/N charged at him, fists ready. The two players collided, exchanging blows in a flurry of movement. She was surprised at how instinctual it felt, every training session and every moment spent practicing had prepared her for this. The adrenaline surged through her, making her feel alive. They grappled, and though she took a few hits, she managed to return the favor, landing a couple of good punches that caught him off guard.

The crowd roared with excitement, but she barely noticed as she focused on the fight. Just as she ducked a swing, she caught a glimpse of Matt, having just finished his own scuffle, gliding over to her. His eyes were ablaze with protective fury as he skated up and shoved his teammate away from her.

“Get the hell away from her!” he barked, the intensity in his voice silencing the rink. Y/N felt a rush of warmth at his fierce protectiveness, a small smile creeping onto her lips even amid the chaos.

“Matt, I had it under control!” she protested, stepping forward, ready to defend her actions. But he wasn’t having it, his focus solely on his teammate who had dared to touch her.

“Not a chance,” Matt growled, ready to throw down again. She watched as he squared off against the Ranger, a protective instinct emanating from him that sent shivers down her spine. The other players began to encircle them, tensions flaring.

Eventually, after an exchange of punches, the officials stepped in to separate them, but the adrenaline was still pumping through Y/N’s veins. After the game ended—a hard-fought victory for the Devils—Y/N returned to her apartment, her body buzzing with excitement and lingering adrenaline. She winced as she cleaned the cuts on her face in front of her bathroom mirror, her heart racing as she recalled the fight.

With a sigh, she sat on the edge of her bed, still on a high from the game and the chaos that unfolded. Suddenly, a knock on her door interrupted her thoughts.

“Y/N?” Matt’s voice was low, almost hesitant.

She opened the door, surprised to see him standing there, his brows knitted together in concern. His jersey was slightly rumpled, and his hair was still slightly damp from sweat, making him look effortlessly attractive. “I just wanted to check on you,” he said, his eyes scanning her face.

“I’m fine! Just a few scratches,” she replied, attempting to downplay the situation. But Matt stepped closer, gently brushing his thumb over one of the cuts, his expression shifting to one of intense focus.

“Doesn’t look fine to me,” he said, his voice softening. “Let me help you.”

Y/N nodded, her heart fluttering as she stepped aside to let him in. They settled on her couch, the space between them charged with unspoken emotions. Matt took a first aid kit from his bag and began to clean her wounds, his touch surprisingly gentle. She felt his fingers brush against her skin, sending a warmth through her.

“Y/N, I—” he started, but his voice trailed off as he concentrated on bandaging her cuts, tension building between them. She felt the air shift, an unspoken connection thickening the atmosphere.

“Matt?” she ventured, her voice barely above a whisper.

He paused, his eyes meeting hers, the world outside fading away. The moment felt charged, a magnetism pulling them closer together. Y/N’s breath caught as Matt leaned in slightly, searching her gaze as if seeking permission.

“What is it?” she whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

He hesitated for just a moment, then leaned in, capturing her lips with his in a soft yet fervent kiss. Time seemed to stand still as their mouths moved together, a mixture of surprise and longing igniting between them. She melted into the kiss, feeling the warmth of his body against hers, the taste of victory and adrenaline mingling on their lips.

When they finally pulled apart, both breathless, Matt grinned sheepishly, his cheeks slightly flushed. “I wasn’t just going to let you get hurt,” he said, a hint of vulnerability in his voice.

“Guess not,” she replied, her own smile breaking across her face. The thrill of the fight still coursed through her, but this moment felt even more exhilarating. “But I’m not that easy to take down.”

Matt chuckled softly, a look of admiration in his eyes. “I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

Their hands brushed together, fingers intertwining as they sat there, hearts racing. Y/N could feel the protective bonds of her team strengthen, a fierce loyalty growing between her and Matt—one that would endure both on and off the ice.

As they talked, Y/N felt a sense of belonging wash over her. She knew she wasn’t just a rookie anymore; she was part of something bigger, something beautiful. And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of Matt’s presence, she couldn’t help but think that maybe this was the start of something incredible.

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blakeswritingimagines · 3 months ago

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The Proposal; Chapter Two, New Beginnings

Summary: Things heat up between you and the perfect stranger you now share a bed with, in and out of bed and the office.

Warnings: Hints to smut, Reader touching self, Mention of reader's body leaning fem, Grinding against Nico's thigh, Nico teasing reader, Nico and reader showering together, Reader finally putting two and two together, Nico's dad finding you both in his office, Talk of being Nico's date to a party, Sweet Nico, Interrupted kiss moment.

Word Count: 8.7k

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Part 1 - Part 2

You woke up, your body feeling warm and comfortable. Your eyes fluttered open, and for a moment, you were disoriented. The unfamiliar surroundings and the sense of someone else’s presence took a moment to sink in. Then you remembered: you were sharing a bed with Nico. You shifted slightly, feeling the heat of his body next to yours, and your heart skipped a beat at the proximity.

You chanced a glance over your shoulder and saw Nico, still sound asleep. His face was relaxed, his breath even, and for a moment, you just stared at his peaceful features. You could take a moment to appreciate how attractive he was: the strong jawline, the tousled brown hair, the slight stubbly hint of a beard. You wanted to reach out and touch him, to feel the warm skin of his face beneath your fingertips. Instead, you turned back away from him and tried to calm your racing heart. The rational side of you knew that this attraction was foolish, stupid even. You were stuck in a cabin with a stranger, and getting attached would only lead to heartbreak. But the more vulnerable part of you, the part that had been lonely for so long, yearned for his touch, his attention, his warmth. You tried to shake off the feeling, reminding yourself of the harsh truth: this was just a temporary situation. Once you stopped interning and you could leave the cabin, you’d never see Nico again, and all of this would fade away like a dream. But as you lay there, feeling the heat of his body inches away, it was difficult to cling to that rational thought. You heard a soft sigh from behind you, and then Nico stirred, his body shifting closer to yours. He murmured something incoherent in his sleep, and you felt his arm brush against your back. The contact sent a shiver down your spine, and you tensed, fighting the urge to press back into his touch.

He was still asleep, seemingly unaware of the effect he was having on you. But his proximity was making it hard for you to think straight. You could feel his breath on your neck, his arm now resting casually over your waist. Your heart was racing, your body hyper-aware of his presence. Part of you wanted to pull away, to put some distance between you, but another part of you was relishing in the warmth and comfort of his touch. You hadn’t been held by anyone in so long. And Nico’s presence was both comforting and arousing in equal measure. Feeling a sudden rush of excitement coursing through your veins, you slowly start to caress your own body under the covers. Your fingers trace up and down your thighs, teasingly close to touching the part of you that's throbbing with need. You bite your lower lip, trying to stifle a moan as you continue to pleasure yourself discreetly while Nico continues sleeping next to you. Feeling emboldened, you slide your hand further up, gently rubbing your clit through your panties. The soft fabric does nothing to dull the sensations, each stroke sending jolts of pleasure through your body. You can't help but let out a quiet gasp, hoping Nico doesn't wake up from your illicit actions. As you continue to touch yourself, you notice how Nico is shifting slightly in his sleep. His arm has moved from your waist to around your hip, pulling you closer towards him. You can feel his hardness pressing against your thigh, fueling your desire even more. You take this opportunity to grind your pussy against his thigh, letting out a soft whimper as you do so. As you grind against his thigh, you can see that he is stirring, his breath coming out in soft pants. You know he is waking up now, although he hasn’t opened his eyes yet. But his grip on your hip seems to tighten a little, pulling you closer, his legs shifting as if he is trying to get more comfortable.

You sensed a change in his breathing, the steady rhythm becoming more erratic. His arm around your hip seemed to tighten even further, and you could feel him stirring more fully awake. You closed your eyes, trying to feign sleep, pretending as if you weren’t aware of the effect you were having on him. You feel Nico stirring more, his grip on your hip getting firmer. “Mmmm… what are you doing, grumpy?” he murmurs in a sleepy tone, his voice low and groggy. He pulls your hip back against him, and you bite your lip to keep from shivering. “You’re grinding against me… and you’re trying to pretend you’re asleep… You know I can tell, right?” The feeling of him calling you “grumpy” in that sleepy, raspy voice sent shivers down your spine. But you kept your eyes closed, trying to maintain the facade of sleep. You could feel his breath warm on your neck, his hand tracing soft patterns on your hip. “Come on, grumpy… I know you’re awake. Stop pretending,” he murmurs, his voice deeper now, more gravelly. You remain silent, trying to keep your breathing even and steady, trying to ignore the heat pooling in your belly as he continues to caress your hip. “You can’t fool me, grumpy. I can feel how tense you are… I can hear the way you’re breathing.” He leans closer, his lips barely touching the skin of your neck. “Wake up, grumpy… I want you to say my name.” You feel a flood of heat in your core as he whispers in your ear, his words sending sparks through your body. But the reality of the situation suddenly comes crashing back down on you. You were supposed to be pretending to be asleep, not getting turned on by his touch and his words. You need a moment to calm down, to collect yourself. So you slowly untangle your body from his, getting up from the bed and making your way to the bathroom. Once inside the bathroom, you close the door behind you, leaning against the cold surface for a moment. Your heart is beating wildly in your chest, and you take a few deep breaths to try and collect yourself. You can still feel the ghost of Nico’s touch on your skin, and the throb of desire between your thighs is almost overwhelming.

You turn on the faucet, splashing cold water on your face, trying to cool down the heat coursing through your body. But the image of him, his sleepy voice whispering to you, his hand tracing patterns on your skin, his lips pressing against your throat… it all swims through your mind, stoking the flames of desire even further. You take a few more deep breaths, trying to regain control of your body and your thoughts. You remind yourself that this is just a weird, temporary situation. That as soon as the storm is over and you can escape, you’ll never see Nico again. You can’t let yourself get attached, no matter how attractive he is, how good his touch feels. But the image of his sleep-tousled hair and his warm, sleepy eyes keep popping into your mind. You turn off the faucet and look at yourself in the mirror. You felt a rush of heat coursing through your body, your heart hammering in your chest. your eyes wide and wild. You look like a woman who is losing control, a woman who is barely holding onto her sanity. And the worst part is, you like it, you crave more of his touch, more of his whispered words in your ear. You take a few more deep breaths, trying to calm down. You can’t go back out there. Not yet. Not until you’re sure you won’t do something stupid like crawl back into bed with him and let him do whatever he wants with you. You turn on the shower to at least pretend to get ready for work, trying to cool down, but nothing seems to help. Your body is thrumming with desire, your mind overrun with images of Nico. Despite the water raining down on you, your skin still feels hot, your body practically throbbing for his touch. You can hear him moving around outside the bathroom door, his footsteps echoing through the cabin, and it only serves to heighten your senses. You can almost feel him standing on the other side of the door, his presence like a magnet pulling you towards him.

As you’re still trying to calm yourself in the shower, you hear a knock on the bathroom door. “Grumpy?” Nico’s voice comes through the door, low and velvety. Your heart flutters at the sound. You freeze, your body tense as you hear his voice. You had hoped to have a few more moments of solitude, but it seems Nico had other plans. “Yeah?” you croak out, trying to sound casual. “I need to take a shower too, you know.” His voice is still low and velvety, sending shivers down your spine. “Can I come in?” Your heart thumps in your chest at his request. The thought of him in the shower, naked and wet, is enough to make you almost weak in the knees. But you try to keep your voice steady as you respond. “It’s, umm, kinda small in here,” you say, lamely. “Don’t worry, I don’t bite.” He says, a hint of a smile in his voice. There’s silence for a moment, and you can almost picture him standing outside the door, just a few feet away from you. “Unless you want me to,” he continues, his voice dropping even lower, making your breath hitch in your throat. You can’t help but shiver at his words. You know you should say no, that you should tell him to wait until you’re done, but the thought of him in the shower with you, his body bare and wet, is too enticing to resist. “O-okay,” you manage to stutter out. “You can come in.” “Aww, come on grumpy,” you hear him say, a hint of a pout in his voice. “We’re both adults here. We can share a shower, can’t we?” A shiver runs down your spine at his words, and you can feel your resistance crumbling. You know it’s a bad idea. You know you should say no, tell him you need more time, anything to put some distance between you. But the memory of his touch, the sound of his voice, it all makes your body ache for his presence, his touch. “Fine,” you say, your voice barely above a whisper. “Come in.” “I’m coming in then,” he says, and you can hear the smile in his voice now. The doorknob turns, and the door creaks open, and there he is, standing in the doorway, looking even more gorgeous than usual in his boxer briefs. The sight of his bare upper body, the lean muscles of his arms and chest, sends a fresh wave of heat through you. “See?” he says, his voice low and amused as he leans against the doorframe. “I told you we’d fit.” His eyes roam over your body, your skin still wet from the shower, and you can feel the weight of his gaze, the hunger behind his eyes.

You try to keep your eyes on his face, to maintain some semblance of control, but your gaze keeps straying to his body, to the way his muscles flex and move beneath his skin, to the prominent bulge in his boxer briefs. Your heart is racing, your breath coming short, and you feel like you are on the verge of losing all sense of reason. “You know,” he says, pushing off the door frame and taking a few steps towards you, “We could save water if we shower together. It’s good for the environment.” There’s a teasing tone to his voice, but his eyes are darkened with desire, his gaze roaming up and down your body, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. You know he’s right. You know it’s a logical argument. But the real reason he wants to shower with you has less to do with saving the environment and more to do with the way his body is reacting to your presence, the way his eyes keep raking over your bare skin. But with Nico’s presence behind you, his eyes watching every movement of your hands, it’s hard to stay focused. You can feel his gaze on you like a physical touch, your body hyper-aware of his proximity. You try to speed up the process, to finish as quickly as possible, but Nico has other plans. He steps closer to you, his body so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of him. His hands come to rest on your hips, his touch sending jolts of electricity through your body. “You’re in a hurry,” he says, his voice low and gravelly in your ear. “I have to get ready for work,” you respond, trying to keep your voice steady. Despite his attempts to distract you, you know you can’t afford to be late for work, especially not on your first day. So you push away his hands, taking a step forward and grabbing the shampoo off of the ledge. “I’m going to wash my hair,” you say in a somewhat firm tone, trying to keep your voice steady. But Nico isn’t giving up so easily. He steps closer to you once again, his hands going to your shoulders, his touch gentle but insistent.

“Let me do it,” he says, his voice low and seductive. “I’ll wash your hair for you.” You know you should resist, you know you should protest, but the idea of his hands in your hair, massaging your scalp, is too enticing to resist. “Okay,” you say weakly, unable to deny him any longer. Nico doesn’t like your answer, his grip on your shoulders tightening slightly. “Come on, grumpy,” he says, an edge to his voice. “Let me do this for you. I promise you won’t regret it.” His hands move down your arms, his fingers caressing your skin lightly. You try to ignore the heat pooling in your belly at his proximity, at the sound of his voice. But he’s so close, his body pressed against yours, his hands holding your wrists captive, that it’s hard to think straight. “I…” you start to protest, but his hands start moving up and down your arms, massaging the tension out of your muscles, and all you can do is moan softly in response. He smiles against your neck, a satisfied sound escaping his lips. “That’s better,” he says, his hands working the shampoo into your hair, his fingers gentle but firm. As he massages your scalp, you feel yourself relaxing, your body melting into his touch. “See?” he says, his hands moving down to your shoulders, squeezing the muscles there. “You needed this. You were so tense. You’re always so tense.” He kisses the side of your neck again, his lips lingering on your skin for a moment. “You need to learn to relax a little, grumpy.” You can’t deny it; his touch feels amazing, his fingers working the knots out of your muscles, his lips on your neck sending shivers down your spine. But you try to maintain some semblance of control. “I-I’m not always tense,” you say, trying to sound casual, even as you moan softly under his touch. “Yes, you are,” he says, his hands moving down your back, tracing patterns on your skin. “I can feel it, you know. I can feel all that tension in your body. You’re like a coiled spring, ready to snap at any moment.” He squeezes your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. “You need to let go a little, grumpy. Learn to let someone else take care of you for once.”

You don’t have a rebuttal to that. His words, his touch, it’s all too intoxicating. You can feel yourself slipping, losing control, giving in to the sensations he’s evoking in your body. “Ahh…” you moan softly as his hands move lower, tracing patterns on your thighs. Despite the pleasure coursing through your body, you know you can’t give in completely. Nico is still a stranger, after all, and you don’t even know each other’s last names. So you gather all of your willpower and gently pull away from his touch. “I… I need to finish up and get ready for work,” you say, your voice a little unsteady. Nico looks a little disappointed, but he doesn’t push the issue. “Okay,” he says, stepping back to give you some space. “I’ll finish up too.” He picks up the bottle of shampoo and starts working it into his own hair, his eyes on you the whole time. “I suppose I can’t talk you into being late?” he says with a pout on his lips. You shake your head, trying to keep your focus on the task at hand. You grab the towel off of the hook on the wall and start drying yourself off. “No, I can’t be late on my first day of work,” you say. “It’s important.” He lets out a sigh and continues washing his hair, still watching you with those dark, hungry eyes. “You know,” he says, his voice casual, “You don’t have to be so responsible all the time. I’m sure your boss would understand if you were a little late.” You shake your head again, trying to block out the sight of his wet, muscular body so close to you in the small space. “No, I don’t want to make a bad impression,” you say, wrapping the towel around yourself and stepping out of the shower. “I need this job, it'll look great on my resume.” Nico just rolls his eyes and rinses the shampoo out of his hair. “You’re such a stickler for rules, grumpy,” he says, a hint of a smile in his voice. “It’s like you don’t know how to have any fun at all.”

You ignore his provocations and start getting ready for work, trying to block out the sight of his sexy, dripping body in the shower behind you. You can feel his eyes on your back, watching your every move, but you try to pretend like you’re not affected by him. “You know,” he says, his voice sultry and low, “You’re playing a dangerous game, being all business-like in front of me like this.” You hear the water shutting off, and a moment later he steps out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his hips. You try not to let your eyes wander over his body, but it’s hard to resist the sight of his lean muscles, the water still dripping down his chest and arms. “What do you mean?” you ask, trying to sound casual as you apply your makeup in the mirror. “You’re all business on the outside,” he says, moving closer to you, his voice dropping to a low rumble. “But I know what you’re thinking deep down. I know how much you want me, how much you enjoyed our little… encounter early this morning.” Your heart flutters at his words, your body responding instantly to his proximity, to the heat of his gaze. But you try to maintain some semblance of control. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say, trying to sound nonchalant as you finish applying your lipstick. He laughs, a low, sultry sound that sends shivers down your spine. “I call bullshit,” he says, moving even closer until his chest is pressed against your back, the heat of his body seeping into your skin. “You can’t hide anything from me, grumpy. I can see right through you.” You feel your body responding to his touch, to the feel of his body pressed against your back. But you try to stay strong, to not give into the desires coursing through your veins. “You don’t know anything about me,” you say, trying to sound strong, but your voice comes out shaky.

Despite the distraction of his proximity, you manage to finish getting dressed, your skin still heated from his touch, your body still tingling with desire. You take a deep breath and check your appearance one last time in the mirror before turning to him, trying to sound aloof even though you’re practically shaking with need. “I’ve got to go,” you say, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t want to be late for work.” Nico looks disappointed, but he doesn’t try to stop you. “Of course,” he says, stepping back to give you some space. “You can’t be late for work, after all.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in his voice, like he can see right through your feigned indifference. You ignore the jab and start to head for the door, trying to escape the confinement of the small bathroom before you do something stupid like throw yourself at him. But as you walk past him, he reaches out and grabs your wrist, his touch sending jolts of electricity through your body. “Hey, wait a second,” he says, holding you still. “We never exchanged numbers.” You can feel his eyes on you, searching your face, and you try to keep your expression neutral, even as your heart thumps against your ribcage. “I suppose we haven’t,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. “But it’s not like we have anything else to talk about. We got what we wanted, didn’t we?” He hands you back your phone with a sly smile, the tips of his fingers brushing across your hand in a way that sends a shiver down your spine. “Text me later, grumpy,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “I want to see how your first day goes.” You nod, trying to sound nonchalant even though your body is practically vibrating with desire. “Yeah, yeah, sure,” you say before quickly exiting the cabin, desperate to get out of his presence before you do something stupid.

It's been a few hours now since you left the cabin, and you're finally getting settled into your job at Hischier Corporations. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you sit at your desk, sorting through documents and making phone calls. The work is interesting, and the people you're working with are nice, but you can't seem to shake the memory of your encounter with Nico earlier. You're finally getting settled into your job at Hischier Corporations. You feel a mix of excitement and nervousness as you sit at your desk, sorting through documents and making phone calls. The work is interesting, and the people you're working with are nice, but you can't seem to shake the memory of your encounter with Nico earlier. As you step into a corporate office of Hischier Corporations, your heart is racing, your mind still buzzing with the memory of this morning’s encounter. But you try to push the thoughts aside and focus on your new job. You were hired for a highly competitive internship position, a foot in the door for law students looking to break into the world of corporate law. You leave a meeting late in the day, your mind racing with the information you’ve just learned. As you step out of the conference room, you don’t see him at first, but then you hear a familiar voice calling your name. “Hey, grumpy.” You look up and sure enough, there he is, leaning against the wall with a sly smile on his face. Your heart skips a beat at the sight of him, but you try to act casual, like you haven’t been thinking about him all day. “What are you doing here?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. He pushes off the wall and saunters over to you, a grin on his face. “I could ask you the same question,” he says, his eyes roaming over your body in a way that makes you shiver. You try to ignore the way your body reacts to his proximity, the way your pulse quickens at his touch. “I’m an intern here,” you say, avoiding his gaze. “I have a job to do. What’s your excuse?” He shrugs, that grin never leaving his face. “I have business here,” he says, taking a step closer to you, his body now mere inches from yours. “This is my family’s company, after all.” Your eyebrows shoot up at his words, realization dawning on you. “Your family’s company?” you ask, a note of surprise in your voice. “You mean to tell me your last name is…?”

He grins, seeing the lightbulb go off in your head. “Yeah, that’s right,” he says, taking another step closer to you, his body now nearly touching yours. “Nico Hischier, at your service.” He steps closer to you, his body almost touching yours, and you can feel the heat radiating off of him. “I was just visiting my father’s office,” he says, his voice low and rough. “Though I’d rather see if I could catch a glimpse of my grumpy little bedmate out to lunch.” Your heart skips a beat at his words, the way he says "bedmate" sending a shiver down your spine. But you try to keep your cool, your brain still processing the fact that he's the heir to this huge corporation. "Why didn't you tell me?" you ask, raising an eyebrow. His smile just widens at your question. "I don't know, really," he says, leaning against the wall next to you. "I guess I just liked the fact that you didn't recognize me. It was nice to be a normal guy for a change, not 'the heir to the Hischier fortune' and all that garbage." He looks at you, his eyes roving over your face. "Plus, I knew you'd act differently if you knew I was the boss's son," he says, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You'd start being all formal and polite, and I think I like it better when you're all grumpy and feisty." You can feel your heart rate increasing at his words, the way he looks at you sending a flood of heat through your body. But you try to stay composed, your mind still processing the fact that the man you spent the night with is the heir to one of the biggest corporations in the world. "So you were just playing me this whole time," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. He just shakes his head, that smirk still on his lips. "I wasn't playing you," he says, his voice low and persuasive as he leans closer to you. "I really enjoyed spending time with you. You're different from all the stuck-up heiresses and socialites I usually have to deal with. You're real. You're not afraid to speak your mind, to stand up to me. I like that about you."

Your heart flutters in your chest at his words, the compliments sending a rush of warmth through your body. But you try to keep your cool, trying not to let your attraction to him show too much. "I… see," you say, trying to sound unimpressed, even though you're anything but. He chuckles at your feigned disinterest, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Oh come on, grumpy," he says, his voice teasing. "You're not fooling anyone. I know you're enjoying this as much as I am." He takes a step closer to you, his body now nearly touching yours. "Why don't you admit it? You like me, and you're dying to see what happens the next time we're alone together." You take a deep breath, trying to regain your composure. This man is dangerous, you think to yourself. He's attractive and charming, and you find yourself more and more attracted to him every time you see him. But you can't let yourself get distracted, not when you have a job to do. "Listen," you say, taking a step back from him. "I've got work to do. I'll see you later." He sighs, a pouting expression on his face. "You're always working," he says, crossing his arms over his chest. "Can't you take a break for a second? I could show you my father's office. It has a really nice view of the city." You resist the urge to roll your eyes. This man is relentless. But you also can't deny the tingle of excitement at the thought of seeing his father's office, of being in his world for a little while. "Fine," you say, trying to sound aloof. "But just for a few minutes." His face lights up at your agreement, and he grins, taking hold of your hand and starting to lead you down the hallway. You let him lead you, your heart thudding in your chest at the feel of his fingers intertwined with yours, at the warmth of his touch.

As you walk with him, you can't help but feel a little self-conscious. You're just a lowly intern, while he's the heir to a massive corporation. But he doesn't seem to care about the difference in your social status, his grip on your hand firm and possessive. He leads you to a large, modern office with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over the city skyline. The view is indeed impressive, and you can't help but be a little awestruck. But you try to keep your cool, not wanting to give him the satisfaction of seeing you impressed. He leads you to the windows, his fingers releasing yours in favor of wrapping his arm around your waist. It's an intimate gesture, one that makes your heart skip a beat. You look out at the city below, feeling his body pressed against your side, his warmth seeping into your skin. "See? I told you the view was nice," he says, his voice low and rough in your ear. You can feel his breath on your skin, sending shivers down your spine. "But I have to admit, I'd rather be looking at something else right now." You roll your eyes, but you're also secretly enjoying the way he's holding you, the way his body is pressed against yours. "Oh, yeah? And what would that be?" you ask, trying to sound nonchalant, even though your heart is racing in your chest. The sound of a throat clearing behind you catches your attention. Your heart jumps in your chest as you turn around to see an older man standing in the doorway, a stern expression on his face. The man is tall and imposing, with the same sharp features and intense gaze as Nico. This must be his father. Nico stiffens beside you, his hand falling away from your waist as he turns to address his father. "Father," he says, his voice suddenly serious. "I was just showing this young woman the view from your office."

His father's gaze flicks from Nico to you, appraising you silently. You can feel his gaze like a weight on your shoulders, his eyes studying you carefully as he takes in your appearance. Finally, he speaks, his voice deep and authoritative. "And who might this young woman be?" You feel a sudden pang of nervousness as you're put on the spot, but you try to keep your composure. "I'm just an intern, sir," you say, your voice coming out a little shakier than you would like since you really didn't want to lose this job. His father nods, his expression unreadable. "I see," he says, his eyes flicking back to Nico. "And why did you bring this intern to my office, Nico?" Nico shifts awkwardly beside you, his casual demeanor from earlier gone in the face of his father's stern demeanor. "I just thought she might appreciate the view, father," he says, his voice sounding a little sheepish. His father hums in response, his gaze still fixed on you. "I see," he says again, his eyes roving over your body. "And what exactly are you interning for, young lady?" "I'm studying law," you say, trying to sound confident even though you feel like this man is dissecting you with his gaze. "I'm hoping to eventually become a corporate lawyer, sir." His father nods, his expression betraying no trace of emotion. "Ah, I see," he says. "Corporate law, eh? It's a demanding field. Not for the faint of heart." You nod, feeling the weight of his words. "Yes, sir. I'm aware of that." You glance at Nico, who is standing quietly beside you, his hands shoved into his pockets and his shoulders slightly hunched. His father's gaze flicks to Nico once more, and the atmosphere in the room grows even more tense. "Well," he says, his voice cold. "Nico, I think I'd like to speak to you in private."

You nod, feeling a mix of relief and disappointment. On one hand, you're glad to be excused from the intense atmosphere in the room, but on the other, you can't help but feel a pang of disappointment at not being able to spend more time with Nico. You take a deep breath and try to collect yourself, reminding yourself that you still have a job to do. After all, you're here to work, not flirt with the boss's son. "I'll just get back to work." You expect Nico to protest, to try to keep you from leaving, but he just looks at you instead. “Yeah, sure, go have fun doing whatever boring intern work you’ve got to do. Just don’t forget to text me later.” His father clears his throat, his gaze still fixed on you. "Yes, I think that would be best," he says, a note of finality in his voice. You nod again, feeling a mix of awkwardness and curiosity. You can feel Nico's gaze on you as you turn to leave the room, his father's eyes seeming to bore into your back. But you push down your emotions and focus on getting back to your desk as quickly as possible. As you make your way back to your office, your mind is a whirlwind of thoughts. What did Nico's father want to talk to him about? Was it about you? Your job? You shake your head, trying to clear your thoughts. You have work to do, you remind yourself. You can't afford to get distracted by the charming and confusing heir to Hischier Corporations. You focus on your work, trying to push the thoughts of Nico's father and Nico himself to the back of your mind. But it's difficult, especially when your mind keeps replaying the feeling of his fingers around yours, the press of his body against yours, the look in his eyes as his father interrupted you both. Despite your best efforts, you find yourself sneaking glances at the door to the office, half-hoping Nico will come bursting out and sweep you off your feet. But the door remains stubbornly closed, and you have to remind yourself once again that you're here to work, not daydream about the boss's son.

You step into the cabin, tired and ready to decompress after a long day at work. As you enter, you notice Nico sitting on the couch, a beer in his hand and a pensive expression on his face. He looks up as you come in, his eyes locking with yours. "Hey," he says, his voice quiet and low. "You're back." He pats the spot on the couch next to him, gesturing for you to come sit down. "How was work?" "It was fine," you say, trying to sound casual as you sit down next to him. "Just the usual intern stuff. Lots of paperwork and coffee-fetching." He nods, taking a swig of his beer. "Sounds exciting," he says dryly, a hint of a smirk on his lips. There's a beat of silence between you, the air thick with tension. "So… what did your father want to talk to you about?" you ask, unable to keep the curiosity out of your voice. Nico shrugs, taking another sip of his beer. "Oh, you know. Just the usual stuff. Business this, family that. Nothing important." You arch an eyebrow, not fooled by his casual tone. "Really? That's all?" The corner of his mouth lifts in a sardonic smile. "Don't worry your pretty little head about it, grumpy. It's nothing that concerns you." Your eyes narrow at his dismissive tone, his words making you bristle a little. "You don't have to talk down to me, you know," you say, a hint of annoyance in your voice. "I'm not an idiot. I can handle whatever it is you're not telling me."

He turns to look at you, his gaze intense. "I know you're not an idiot," he says, his voice rough. "But this is family stuff. It's complicated, and it's not something I feel like sharing right now." He takes another sip of his beer, his eyes still fixed on yours. "Actually, there is something I wanted to talk to you about," he says, his voice low. "My family is throwing a party this weekend. A sort of gathering for all the business associates and socialites that my father does business with. And I want you to come.. as my own guest." Your eyes widen at his words, a mixture of surprise and excitement coursing through you. "You… want me to come to your family's party?" you say, trying (and failing) to sound nonchalant. "Isn't that going to be a bit… posh for someone like me?" He laughs, leaning back against the couch. "That's exactly why I want you there," he says, a hint of a smirk on his lips. "You're not like the other stuffy socialites my family usually invites. You're genuine, and you don't put up with my crap." You feel a flicker of warmth at his words, his compliment sending a thrill through you. But you try to keep your cool, not wanting to show how much his words affect you. "I don't know," you say, pretending to think about it. "Won't I look out of place there?" He chuckles, setting his beer down on the table in front of him. "Not at all," he says, shifting closer to you on the couch. "If anything, you'll be the most interesting person there. Besides me, of course, but I'm sure we could do some shopping if it's such a big deal." You raise an eyebrow at his comment about shopping, but you can't help but smile at his confidence. "So, you're saying you'll buy me a fancy dress if I agree to go to this party with you?" He grins, his eyes sparkling with playful mischief. "I'll buy you anything you want," he says, his voice lower now. "As long as you agree to be my date."

You feel your heart skip a beat at his words, your mind racing with a million thoughts all at once. You shouldn't say yes, your rational mind tells you. Getting involved with Nico Hischier is a recipe for trouble. But the look in his eyes, the way his proximity is making your heart race, it's all making it very difficult to say no. "I…" Your voice trails off, your mind and heart warring with each other. On one hand, you know that saying no is the sensible thing to do. But on the other hand, the thought of being Nico's date at this fancy party, of being on his arm and having him look at you with those intense eyes of his… It's a tempting proposition. He moves even closer to you on the couch, his body pressed against yours now. "Say you'll come with me," he says, his voice a low murmur in your ear. "Please, grumpy." You feel your resolve weakening at the huskiness in his voice, the feeling of his body pressed against yours sending a shiver down your spine. You know you should say no, but the way he's looking at you, the way he's making you feel… It's impossible to refuse him which causes you to look away as you roll your eyes and quietly give in. "…fine." The grin that spreads across his face is almost triumphant, his eyes lighting up with victory. "That's my girl," he says, his hand coming up to brush a strand of hair behind your ear. "You won't regret it, I promise." You try and fail to suppress the flutter of excitement that blossoms in your chest at his words. "I better not," you mutter, your voice betraying your attempt to be indifferent. "This better be worth it. Besides where are you even planning on finding such a dress that's even good enough for this party?"

"I have my ways," he says, his smirk growing even wider. "Trust me, I'll find something that'll make all the other women at that party pale in comparison." Your heart skips a beat at the way his touch is sending tingles through your body, your skin burning beneath his fingertips. "Easy for you to say," you mutter, unable to resist the urge to banter with him. "You're used to fancy parties and high society. I'm just a nobody." You can't help but smile at his words, your body reacting unconsciously to his touch. "But I suppose I can manage that," you say, trying to sound blasé even though your heart is fluttering in your chest. "As long as you're buying, that is." He laughs, leaning even closer to you on the couch. His hand is still on your knee, his fingers tracing tantalizing circles on your skin. "You drive a hard bargain," he says, his voice low and rough. "I like it. I like you." He pulls back slightly, fixing you with a heated gaze. "You know, you're not giving yourself enough credit. You're not just a nobody, grumpy. You're intelligent, you're honest, and something tells me that you'll keep up just fine." You feel a mixture of pleasure and disbelief at his words, your heart squeezing painfully in your chest. It's hard to believe that a man as charming and charismatic as Nico would be interested in someone like you, but the way he's looking at you, the way he's touching you… It makes you feel like the most important person in the world. "I… uh, thanks," you mumble as you look down and play with your fingers. "I'll do my best not to embarrass you." Your heart skips a beat at his words, your cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and pleasure. "You're not so bad yourself," you mutter, trying to sound casual even though his compliments are making your head spin. "When you're not being a total pain in the ass, that is."

He laughs, his hand moving up to cup your chin and gently lifting your face so you're looking at him again. "I have no doubt that you'll be anything but a complete and utter success," he says, his voice dripping with sincerity. "You have no idea how captivating you are, do you?" Your heart skips a beat at his words, you grow more flustered further under his intense gaze. "I…" you murmur, your mind struggling to form a coherent thought. "I'm not-" you start to protest, but he cuts you off with a gentle shushing sound. "Don’t," he says, his thumb tracing the curve of your lip. "Don't argue with me. Just believe me when I tell you that you're breathtaking." You shiver involuntarily at his touch, your heart fluttering in your chest. His words are making it hard to think straight, his intense gaze and the heat of his touch making you feel like you're drowning in a sea of emotion. "You're not… you're not just saying that, right?" you ask, your voice soft and hesitant. "You really think I'm… captivating?" He chuckles, a soft and warm sound that makes your heart flutter. "And why not? I'm just telling the truth." His hand continues to caress your skin, his touch gentle yet possessive. "You're smart, funny, and so damn beautiful it takes my breath away. I'd be a fool not to say it." Your mind is a whirlwind of mixed emotions as you try to process his words. No one has ever spoken to you this way before, and it's both exhilarating and terrifying. "You're… you're just saying that to get me to come to this party with you," you say, your voice a bit shaky. "You don't really mean it." He shakes his head, his eyes locked with yours. "I mean every word," he says, his voice serious. "I'm not just saying this to get you to go to the party with me. I'm saying it because it's true." He pauses, his hand moving up to cup your cheek. "And because I think you deserve to hear it.”

Your heart squeezes in your chest at his words, your breath catching in your throat. You've never had anyone speak to you with such intensity and sincerity, and it's both overwhelming and intoxicating. "Nico…" you murmur again, your voice barely above a whisper. "I…" You're lost for words, your mind reeling as you try to come to terms with the emotions he's stirring within you. As you sit there, your heart racing and your mind swirling with emotions, you're suddenly snapped out of the moment by the sound of a phone ringing. The noise seems jarring in the quiet room, and you both freeze, eyes locked on each other for a moment. Finally, Nico lets out a low curse, pulling back slightly as he reaches into his pocket to retrieve his phone. He mutters a curse under his breath, his eyes reluctantly leaving yours to look at the screen. "I have to take this," he mutters, his hand falling away from your cheek. "Give me a minute." You nod, your lips parted as you try to catch your breath. Your heart is still racing, the moment of near-kiss still hanging heavy in the air around you. You watch as he steps away, answering the call and moving into the other room for a bit of privacy. As soon as he's gone, you let out a shaky breath, your mind still reeling from the intensity of the moment. You can't believe how close you just came to kissing him, how close you were to crossing a line that can't be uncrossed. And yet, as crazy as it is, you find yourself craving that kiss, your heart still racing with the adrenaline of the almost-moment. As you wait for Nico to return, you try to calm your racing thoughts, but it's difficult. You keep replaying the moment over and over in your head, the way he looked at you, the way his hand felt against your skin, the way his breath had been warm against your skin… And suddenly, the sound of his footsteps approaching jolts you out of your reverie, your heart skipping a beat as you realize he's coming back.

He walks back into the room, a stoic look on his face. You can't tell if he's still thinking about what just happened or if the call has distracted him completely. He glances at you for a moment, his eyes unreadable, before he speaks. "Sorry about that," he says, his voice gruff. "Family business." You nod, trying to appear nonchalant even though your heart is still racing. "It's okay," you say, your voice coming out a little breathless. "Is everything alright?" He sighs, running a hand through his hair. "Yeah, it's just the party preparations," he says, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "My dad is a perfectionist, and he's driving me insane with all the details, especially since I'm actually home for it this time." A pang of curiosity and a bit of jealousy rises in your chest. You've never really seen this side of Nico before, the dutiful son who has to deal with his over-demanding father. "Ah," you say, trying to sound nonchalant. "So… you're not home that often, huh?" He shakes his head, sinking down onto the couch next to you again. "No, I'm usually training or playing," he says, shrugging. "This is the first party I've been to in… god, maybe a couple years." Your mind reels with this information. You'd always assumed that Nico lived a cushy life, attending fancy parties and social events without a care in the world. But to learn that he's actually spent most of the last few years dedicated to his hockey career, and this party is such a rare occurrence… it adds a whole new layer of complexity to the man sitting next to you. You raise an eyebrow at his words. "A couple years?" you ask, unable to hide your surprise. "Why so long?"

He scrubs a hand over his face, looking slightly weary. "I don't know," he says, his voice tinged with exhaustion. "I guess I just got caught up in the game. The training, the practices, the games… it all got so intense, and the parties just seemed so… superfluous, I guess. Waste of time." He pauses, his gaze drifting to you. "But this time is different." Your heart skips a beat at his words, your mind automatically going to the moment you'd just shared. "Why is this time different?" you ask, trying to keep your voice neutral. He hesitates for a moment, a flicker of something intense in his eyes. "Because you'll be there," he says, his voice low. "It'll be different having you there beside me." Your heart flutters in your chest at his words, a mixture of pleasure and surprise coursing through you. "You really think so?" you murmur, your eyes locking with his. He nods, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "I know so," he says, his hand coming to rest on your knee again, his touch sending a shiver up your spine. "You make everything different, grumpy." You feel a mix of emotions - flustered, pleased, and a bit overwhelmed by the intensity in his eyes. Your heart is racing, your skin burning under his touch. You try to respond with some witty banter, but all you can manage is a soft murmur. "Flatterer.” He chuckles, his hand squeezing your knee gently. "I'm not flattering you, I'm just stating a fact," he says, his voice soft. "You make everything… brighter, somehow. More interesting." He pauses, his gaze roaming over your face, lingering on your lips for a moment. "I can't wait to see you in a fancy dress, grumpy."

Your pulse quickens at his words, your skin tingling under his touch. You try to come up with a witty retort, but your mind is a mess of emotions. "You're… you're impossible, you know that?" you manage to stammer out, your heart beating wildly in your chest. He grins, that cocky, confident smirk that both annoys and thrills you. "You love it, admit it," he teases, his hand still resting on your knee, his thumb making lazy circles on your skin. You roll your eyes, trying to act nonchalant even though his touch is sending shivers down your spine. "I wouldn't go that far," you mutter, but you can't keep the smile off your face, the heat of his touch igniting a fire deep within you. He chuckles again, enjoying your reaction. "Oh, come on," he says, his hand starting to travel up your leg. "You love it when I tease you. It gets you all flustered." After a few moments of being caught up in the intensity of the moment, you finally manage to collect yourself enough to change the topic. "So… about this party," you say, your voice a little breathless. "What exactly should I expect? I've never been to one of these things before." He raises an eyebrow, clearly amused by your attempt to change the subject. But he goes along with it anyway, a smug smile tugging at his lips. "It's pretty standard fare," he says nonchalantly. "Fancy food, fancy drinks, fancy people. I'm sure you'll fit right in, grumpy." You make a face at his words, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, right," you mutter, a hint of anxiety in your voice. "I don't know the first thing about these fancy parties. I'll probably stick out like a sore thumb." He chuckles at your skepticism, leaning closer to you once again. "Don't worry," he says, his voice low. "You'll do just fine. Just follow my lead, I'll take care of everything." He gives your knee a reassuring squeeze, his hand lingering on your skin.

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pumpkinbxtch · 11 months ago

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heyyyyyy Idk if you're still accepting requests for apollo if not that's fine BUTTTTTT if you are could you do a fic with him being so protective of the reader(like someone being rude to her at camp). Because you know how protective he is of his sister now imagine that but on the love of his life.

the weight of names

— apollo x daughter of hebe!reader

warnings: language, mentions of harassment.

a/n: Hello, to know if my requests are open, it usually says in my description or in my pinned post. Fortunately, your request came in before I closed them so it's fine. Thank you!

Things had changed at Camp Half-Blood. Some campers you used to hang out with were gone, and even though it wasn't forever, you missed them. You stayed year-round, stuck with the others who, while not bad company, just didn’t click with you, and you couldn’t figure out why.

— Ha, ha. Piper McLean's best friend — you heard behind you and rolled your eyes dramatically, fed up with it all.

— Yeah, tell us. If she has so much money, why doesn’t she take you out of here and bring you with her?

You weren’t surprised by their accusations; it was almost routine. Today, they picked on your friendship with Piper; another day, it’d be Annabeth or Jason. When they wanted to show off, it’d be Percy and Nico, and when they were really unbearable, Frank, Leo, Hazel, or even Will. But no matter what, the cherry on top was always...

— Or your god friend.

There it was, of course.

— Yeah, they say it’s Apollo — mocked a girl who seemed to be a daughter of Hermes. Had you ever gotten along with any of them? Maybe the Stoll brothers, but now only one twin was at camp, probably too busy dealing with ten other kids to keep his sister in line.

You never denied or confirmed anything; it was easier that way, but sometimes they were annoying. You wondered if they skipped the awful welcome video that ended with: A safe place for everyone.

In the end, they weren’t doing anything different from any public school, but it was worse: The outcasts bullying an outcast.

— Get lost, will you? — you sighed tiredly, and they let out a long "Oooh" that made your hand itch to strike.

—What? — challenged an Aphrodite girl with her hands on her hips. — Are you going to attack us with rainbows, little Hebe girl?"

— Maybe she took the 'little' part too seriously,— mocked another, a Demeter kid, and you wondered if you could burn all his crops with light projection, but you dismissed the idea. You’d never stoop to their level.

— Wow, great joke, Lionel. It’s not like you’ve told me that a thousand times already. — Your sarcasm made him angry, and he took a step towards you, ready to fight. That was the great part about camp; no one was truly defenseless except the newcomers, so challenging someone was easy, but you ignored him and headed to your cabin.

—Stop — commanded the Aphrodite girl, and you felt a sudden stiffness in your legs that made you fall to your knees. Their charm speak.

You heard the laughter behind you and squeezed your eyes shut, trying to relax when a dull thud interrupted their laughter, turning it into groans. At the sudden change, you looked over your shoulder and saw them on the ground, piled on top of each other, blinking repeatedly. You’d seen that effect a few times but never thought it could be that.

— Good thing you were looking the other way — said a voice, startling you. Next to you was him, his curly brown hair and blue eyes you liked to see, but only secretly.

—Apollo — you breathed in disbelief, making him smile. He tried to take your hand, but you pulled away, blushing. He understood; it wasn’t the moment, but he wasn’t going to stand by either.

—You — he turned, his Converse kicking up dust as he walked to them. The Demeter kid clicked his tongue at the sight of a tall, skinny guy with brown hair and blue eyes. He found it trivial, but campers watching from afar started murmuring.

—Who are you?— he asked, and at the same time, one of Hephaestus’ sons, Harley, came out of his cabin due to the noise. Seeing the guy, his eyes widened.

—LESTER?— he shouted so loudly Mount Olympus might’ve heard. The god smiled amicably. The other three looked confused.

— Is that your name?— asked the Hermes girl in a tone the old Apollo would never have forgiven. He narrowed his eyes but then just nodded.

— Yeah, let’s say it is. Or at least one of my names — he smiled, but it wasn’t a warm smile; it was full of disdain. — They call me that, but leaving that aside, know my name it's not helpful to you 'cause I’m also known for not tolerating injustice.

—Uuh— mocked the Demeter kid, and Apollo’s eyes bore into him.

— I’ll tell your mother — he accused, and the kid swallowed hard. —I know her well. Now...

He straightened up, looking down at them. One tried to get up, and Apollo snapped his fingers, pinning him to the ground again, which scared them, making them wonder if there was a child of some god of gravity around.

— Don’t bother this young lady anymore, and let me clarify something — he looked at you challengingly, making you blush, — yes, I’m her friend but not just that, she’s my-

—Enough — you interrupted nervously, and he smiled apologetically. Right, boundaries. He was learning that with you.

— Anyway, You need to stop. — he said firmly, and the three kids raised an eyebrow.

— Friend? When did I say that...— the Hermes girl recapped her words and realization hit her, — No.

Apollo nodded.

— Yes.

The dark way he said it sent a shiver down their spines, and he raised an eyebrow as he leaned towards the Hermes girl.

— And I’d recommend being careful with names. Ann, also daughter of Marlene.

Despite being the god of the sun, the coldness in his voice was relentless, and fear gripped them violently, making them run away screaming like babies.

The campers who knew him approached to say hello, but before he gave them his attention, he came up to you.

— Don’t let them do that anymore — he whispered in your ear, and you nodded. His hand caressed your cheek, and you smiled the smile he loved, resisting the urge to kiss you in front of everyone.

— See you — you said, watching him get dragged away by the other campers.

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oldfashioned-lovergirl · 4 months ago

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If you’re still taking requests: sebson mistletoe matchmakers, one of those 5+1 things, like they use mistletoe together other drivers and the one time others do it to them

❃ FLUFFCEMBER 2024 ❃

day 12: mistletoe — jenson button x sebastian vettel (+ webbonso, brocedes, maxiel)

note: happy christmas everybody!! thank you for the request! btw, i will probably reduce the days becuse 1 i have not that many fanfic ideas 2 december is coming to an end and 3 sadly i have to study for my exams. but keep the requests coming :) i’ll do my best to fulfil them. ps: mark sneak in the pic but it does give the idea of a christmas party. i also couldn’t think of 5 couples from the old grid so i’ll give you 3 lmao hope it’s enough. i enjoyed writing this A LOT.

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That year drivers’ dinner was organized in a big villa. The atmosphere was beautiful, everyone was having fun. But you know what was funnier?. Jenson and Sebastian’s plan to pull a prank on the other drivers by mysteriously making appear a mistletoe above their heads. After all, what’s better than playing matchmakers?

The first pair they wanted to fall in their trap were obviously Mark and Fernando. Not only because those two were dancing around each other for years by now, but also because they were undoubtedly the easiest target, assuming that two people who became extremely touchy at any given time would be the most likely to kiss. Their assumption revealed itself, in fact, correct.

It wasn’t even that difficult: the two of them were already talking together in a side of the room. All it took was for Jenson to hang the mistletoe above them with a broom handle while Sebastian proceeded to distract them.

The two friends, as expected, weren’t very pleased with Seb interrupting their conversation, and they quickly dismissed him by ignoring him.

“They really wanted alone time.” Sebastian stated with a smirk on his face, once he was back to Jenson.

“Well, let’s see how it plays out. But not from here.” Jenson took Sebastian by his arm and pulled him in the hallway, from where they would’ve had a better visual.

Just as planned, Mark’s head bumped into the mistletoe, and both of them looked upwards. Fernando’s face turned to a shade of red once he understood the situation.

“Oh.” Mark’s eyes were back on Fernando, who was trying his best to find something else to look at. “I haven’t seen many mistletoes around, we must have ended up under the only one.”

“Si, I guess.” The Spaniard was clearly wishing he could dig a grave for himself in the floor. A small grave would have been enough for his size, he wouldn’t take that much to make it.

The taller man seemed uncomfortable too, but overall more collected. “Should we follow the tradition? I mean, if you’re in for it, of course.”

Fernando blushed even more if possible, but nodded nonetheless. “It’s just a tradition, after all.”

Mark didn’t let himself be told twice. He leaned down and pressed his lips on his friend’s. Fernando welcomed the kiss, holding him by his shoulder, while the Aussie’s hands fell down to grab his snatched waist.

Jenson and Sebastian exchanged an accomplice look. That was the sign for them to continue with their mission. It suddenly got extremely fun.

Their next target were the two inseparable best friends, because what was funnier than threaten to break a sexual tension lasting years with a Christmas kiss?

This time was even easier to place them right where they wanted. They hung up the mistletoe in the isolated hallway they have been. Jenson then began a conversation with Nico, subtly leading him in that direction, while Sebastian did the same with Lewis. Once they were all together in the designed spot, Jenson and Seb found a way out and left the two alone, under the infamous plant. They sat on a table where they could watch them from afar without being seen.

It was quite frustrating at the beginning, since those two didn’t seem to realize where they happened to be, too busy doe-eyeing each other. That, until a berry fell on Lewis’ shoulder.

“I can’t believe they really put mistletoes around here.” said Nico, picking up the berry from the Brit’s suit.

“That must be why Mark and Fernando were passionately making out before.”

Nico chuckled, remembering the sight. “Care to imitate them?”

Lewis froze suddenly. He was never out of words, but in that moment he really couldn’t find anything meaningful to say, so he just stayed silent.

“What? You don’t think your masculinity can handle it?” Nico teased him, stepping forward to cancel the empty space between them. “Or you’d rather take it and use it to kiss some pretty girl?”

Lewis didn’t believe there could ever exist a girl prettier than Nico. “Is it a challenge?” And God knew how much he loved challenges.

“I don’t know, would you accept it?”

Lewis took Nico’s face in his hand and pulled him in a kiss.

Seb gave Jenson the high five. It was proving all easier than expected.

They decided to have a drink or two before concentrating on their next victims.

“I must say I didn’t think it would’ve gone so smooth. Why is everyone tonight so fucking horny?” Sebastian said in a softer tone, careful not to be heard by anyone but his accomplice, and they both shared a laugh.

“Look,” Jenson got closer to his friend “tell me he’s not dying to kiss Verstappen from the moment he stepped in this place tonight.” He pointed discreetly at Daniel Ricciardo, sat in a table not too far from them, who was too centered on keeping his eyes on Max to hear what they were saying.

The two appeared in front of the poor boy, blocking his sight. Jenson initiated the talk. “Hey mate, how you doing?”

Daniel snapped instantly back to reality. “Oh. Good, thank you. I was just–“

“Yeah, we know.” Seb stopped him, saving him the awkwardness, then took a mistletoe out of their secret mistletoes bag and handled it to him. “We could have done it for you, but we thought it was more fun if you’d do it yourself.”

The young Aussie looked at the little plant, then at them, a bit confused. Then his big brown eyes widened and his lips parted in realization.

“Max.” Daniel greeted him, after finally finding the courage to approach him.

The boy was sipping casually on his drink. He smiled as soon as he saw his teammate. “Hi Danny. Are you having fun?”

The RedBull driver tried to keep the conversation going until he took the decision: it was finally time to shoot his shot. He sneakily dropped the mistletoe without being seen by his friend, then he slyly dropped down his eyes. “Oh, look. It must have fallen from the ceiling.”

Max frowned, then picked it up and scanned it, turning it around in his hands. “It doesn’t surprise me. Those two are hanging these damn things around since they arrived. Such a childish tradition.”

“Do you think it’s childish?” asked Daniel, finding it hard to hide the disappointed tone. He was usually able to easily break the tension by saying something funny, but in that moment he found himself out of jokes.

“I mean,” Max tucked his hair behind his ear, letting his nervousness shine through. “They’re like the cat and the fox, playing matchmakers, and now everyone is making out. We don’t want them to fool us too, right? Not that I don’t want to kiss you, but– Wait, sorry I didn’t mean it like–” he sighed and shook is head “What am I saying? Sorry, I’m being so bad with words. I just–”

His nonsense rumblings were interrupted when Daniel silenced him with a kiss. Max stiffened at first, but when his friend’s hand found his, he relaxed and kissed him back.

Sebastian and Jenson were watching them satisfied, sipping their second drink. Their game then succeeded most of the times for another hour. At least until they accidentally left their mistletoes bag in a corner of the room to go to the bathroom, and when they were back, it wasn’t there anymore.

“I knew we shouldn’t have gone at the same time.”

So smart of them. “Maybe someone picked it up thinking it was theirs.”

They asked around, but no one seemed to have seen it.

“Has someone lost a navy bag?” Nico Rosberg’s voice resounded suddenly among the people.

“It’s ours!” The two quickly approached the Mercedes driver, soon realizing he wasn’t alone. Lewis was with him, and also Max. And Daniel. And Mark with Fernando. Oh.

The Spaniard had his arms crossed. “I think I’ve seen it there.” He pointed to a door.

Seb and Jenson wasted no time and ran in the said direction. It didn’t take them very much to notice that they ended up in a room full of mistletoes, all hanging from the roof, from the walls, scattered on the floor and all over the furniture. The door closed behind them.

“I think they caught us.” Jenson commented, looking around. The other drivers’ laughters echoed from afar.

“Very perceptive of you.” Sebastian couldn’t help an amused smile.

“We kinda had it coming.” The Brit turned towards him.

“Kinda?” Seb shrugged. “It was inevitable.” His eyes met the other man’s ones, and betrayed his feelings. He couldn’t hide them anymore. “So, what shall we do?”

Jenson tilted his head a bit, his intentions so obvious, so readable on his face. He stepped closer and closer, forcing the other driver to back up against a wall. “Well, it would be very hypocritical of us to avoid the trend at this point.”

“I think so too.” The German’s gaze dropped to his lips.

Jenson trapped him by leaning on the wall with one hand. “May I?” His voice was low and his breathe heavy.

“Don’t worry, you don’t need your British manners with me.”

They smashed their lips together. They explored each other’s mouths, savouring each other’s taste. Sebastian’s hands held him close by behind his neck, while Jenson’s found a way down his body.

When they broke the kiss, they were breathless. Sebastian’s blue doe eyes were still fixated on the other man’s lips. “You know, I think I saw a mistletoe in my hotel room too.”

Jenson chuckled.

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