#and I turned on heel and walked quickly to my car

[blueminnies-blog]

| Say you're Mine |

Pairing: Seungcheol x younger girlfriend

Setting : dinner party

Warning: 18+, explicit language, smut, fingering, masturbation ( almost ), teasing, semi public sex

Tonight was his friend’s dinner party—formal, candlelit, filled with quiet conversations and expensive wine. She wore a soft blush dress that clung to her curves, modest in every way except the way it hugged her hips and dipped just low enough at her chest. Seungcheol hadn’t taken his eyes off her since she walked in.

He’d made her sit beside him at the long mahogany table. His hand rested on her thigh—sweet at first, protective. But the longer the dinner dragged on, the higher it slid.

He leaned in, voice soft against her ear,"You’re not wearing panties, are you?"

She choked on her wine, cheeks flooding with heat, "Cheol!"

He smirked, “Relax, no one knows, baby. Just me and that’s exactly how I like it.”

His fingers moved again,higher, slower.

She squeezed her thighs shut instinctively. He clicked his tongue,"Spread them."

She turned, horrified. "Cheol—there are people—"

“Exactly.”, His tone was low, dangerous yet thrilled.

“Be a good girl for me. Open your legs. Let me touch what’s mine.”

Her hands shook under the tablecloth, but she obeyed.

His fingers slid between her thighs. Found her already soaked. He groaned under his breath. “So wet. Just from this?”

She bit her lip, trying to suppress the whimper rising in her throat.

“Keep smiling,” he whispered. “Or they’ll know.”

He dipped one finger inside her. She flinched, toes curling in her heels.

“You’re so tight, even now.”, He rubbed slow circles over her clit, careful, measured.

Across the table, someone asked a question. She nodded weakly, replying with a faint smile while her voice quivered.

Seungcheol chuckled darkly, "That’s my girl. So polite even when she’s falling apart."

He leaned closer, lips grazing her jaw, “Don’t you dare come until we’re back in the car.”

She whimpered, quietly, barely audible. But he heard it.

He kept going. Slow, relentless. Every drag of his fingers pushing her closer to the edge.

She clutched the tablecloth, legs trembling.

He kissed her cheek and murmured,“Better hold it, baby. Because if you don’t, I’ll take you to the restroom and ruin you in the next stall. Loud.”

Her eyes widened. He pulled his hand back just before dessert and wiped his fingers on a napkin, smug,“You can beg for it later,” he whispered.

By the time dessert was served, her thighs were trembling under the tablecloth.

Seungcheol had stopped touching her—at least physically—but the way his eyes stayed locked on her face, like he was watching for any sign of weakness, made it worse.

She couldn’t take it anymore.

Her chest was tight, breath shallow. She muttered something about the restroom and stood up quickly, heart pounding as she made her way toward the back hallway and didn’t hear his footsteps behind her.

She pushed open the door to the women’s room, nearly stumbling inside, her hands already reaching for the hem of her dress—needing just a second of relief, something, anything.

But before she could even reach the stall—A firm hand grabbed her wrist.

She gasped and spun around. “Cheol—!”

His eyes were dark, unreadable. “Running from me?”

She tried to back away, shaking her head. “I just needed a second, I—”

He stepped forward. “To touch yourself without me?”

“I didn’t mean—just please, let me—”

She moved again, trying to slip around him, but he caught her waist and pinned her back against the wall.

“Cheol, stop—people could walk in—”

“Then you better keep your voice down.”

His body pressed into hers, firm but not forceful.

“You think you can just sneak away, touch what belongs to me, and I’ll let it go?”

Her hands braced against his chest. “I wasn’t thinking—I just needed relief.”

He leaned in closer, lips brushing her ear. “Then beg me.”

She looked up at him, eyes wide and trembling. “No.”

His eyes flickered,“No?”

Her voice wavered. “I don’t want to beg.”

His breath hitched, Then a dark smile curled his lips,“You’re gonna fight me now, baby?”

She turned her head away, heart pounding. “You’re not the boss of me.”

“Oh, but I am,” he growled, and then—he backed off and raised his hands in surrender.

“Alright,” he said, stepping back. “If you want to touch yourself… go ahead.”

She blinked in disbelief,“What?”

“Right now. Here. Against the wall. I won’t lay a finger on you.”

Her throat went dry. “Cheol—”

“You wanted to come without me, right? Then do it. Right now. Make yourself come while I watch.”

Her breath caught. Her knees weakened.

He folded his arms, standing just a step away.

She hesitated, but her hands moved to her dress, lifting it slightly—

He surged forward,“Too slow.”

He pressed her to the mirror, one hand pinning her wrists above her head, the other dragging up her thigh.

“You don’t want to beg? Fine. But you’ll still come my way.”

His fingers slipped between her folds, already drenched, and She whimpered, trying to squirm away.

“No more running,” he growled, kissing her neck, and bit down on her collarbone.

“Next time you fight me, make sure you’re not this wet when you do it.”

He slipped two fingers inside her—rough, fast, unrelenting.

“Now you can come. Right here. Right now. While everyone outside has no idea what I’m doing to you.”

And she did crying out softly, body clenching around his fingers, wrists still pinned as her legs nearly gave out.

He kissed her forehead, “Still think you don’t need to beg?”

She shook her head weakly.

He let her go, adjusted her dress, and whispered against her temple,“Next time, I’ll make you scream it.”

[1thesewordsaremyown1]

It's Not Home, But It'll Do Chapter 5

I've hit the 20k word mark of this fic! A fair chunk of that is future chapters, so I haven't actually posted 20k worth of fic, but still, that's I think the most I've ever done on a fic before! (I've actually posted over 10k words worth of fic, so over half of what I've written is still to come!) So, in celebration of my rambling, here's the next chapter.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

Read here on ao3 or below.

“Look whose home!” crooned a voice from the front door.

Buck came into the room, Jee hot on his heels.  “There’s my favourite nephew!”  Buck cooed, leaning forward to peer into the carrier being held by Chimney.

“Oh, I see how it is, only a day old and already I’m forgotten,” Maddie said as she stood off to the side, placing her hospital bag on the floor while her brother and daughter clamoured around the carrier, but her face was split wide with a joyous smile.

“Never,” Buck insisted, leaving his nephew to reach over and pop a kiss on his sister’s cheek.  “You look great, how are you?”

“Not too bad, considering I popped out a seven-pound baby yesterday.”

“How do two tiny people produce such big babies?” Buck asked.

“Hey, I’ll have you know, we are not tiny,” Chim declared.  “We are perfectly proportioned.  Good things come in small packages, and all that jazz.  And besides, not all of us can be six foot tall with ridiculous giraffe legs.  You’re like a walking, talking Barbie doll,” he said, gesturing towards Buck’s body with his free hand.  “Over half your body is made up of leg, it’s insane.”

Buck fought a blush as Chim unknowingly echoed a sentiment Tommy had often shared with him.  Buck had never really taken much notice of how long his legs were until he had started dating Tommy.  Sure, he usually had to make sure he bought pants that were long in the leg, but it never really clicked for him until he and Tommy started sharing clothes.  Tommy was the exact same height as he was, but on the odd occasions where Buck would borrow some of Tommy’s pants, he found that while they fit well on Tommy, they sit just short of the ankle on Buck.  And vice versa – whenever Tommy had borrowed a pair of Buck’s sweats, he had to roll the bottoms up so that he didn’t trip over the hem.  Not that Buck ever felt self-conscious about it – Tommy had told him on more than one occasion how he found Buck’s long legs to be one of his sexiest features.  “Your legs are so long, it’s absolutely insane,” Tommy murmured once in bed, as he trailed kisses from his knee up to his hip, before proceeding to worship Buck’s body thoroughly, showing exactly how insane Buck made him feel.

“Alright, that’s enough from you two,” Maddie intervened, dragging Buck’s thoughts (a little reluctantly) away from where they had headed.

“Can I hold him?” Jee asked.

“Absolutely you can,” Chim said.  “Why don’t we go sit on the couch together, that way he can sit on your lap.”

Jee raced to the couch and launched herself onto it, as Chim placed the carrier on the floor and gently lifted Robert out.  Baby in hand, he walked over to go sit next to Jee on the couch, Buck following, his eyes locked onto his niece and nephew.  Once Jee was settled and still, Chim very carefully transferred Robert into Jee’s lap, guiding her hands so that she could hold him properly.

“Wow,” she said, in awe.

Buck turned to look at Maddie and saw the exact same lovestruck smile he knew was on his face.  Kneeling in front of them, Buck began fishing his phone out of his pocket as he continued to admire the sight of Jee holding her baby brother, and as such he missed the significant look Chim threw Maddie over his shoulder.

“Hey Buck, mind giving me a hand putting Robert’s stuff away?” Maddie asked.  “We still have a heap in the car.”

“Sure, just one… second…”  Buck quickly unlocked his phone and opened the camera, lifting it up to get a close-up of Jee holding Robert.  Bounding over to Maddie, he showed her his screen, and her face crumpled, her hand flying to rest over her heart.

“Oh, that’s adorable.  You have to send it to me – I want that to be the lock screen for my phone.”

Buck’s fingers immediately began tapping away and seconds later a small trill emerged from the depths of one of the bags on the floor.  “Done,” Buck said, before following Maddie out into the front yard.  With Buck grabbing the majority of the bags, the two siblings traipsed back into the house and to Robert’s nursery.

“Good thing you didn’t buy too much for him before he was born, otherwise his room would be overflowing,” Buck joked as he began helping Maddy to unpack.

“No kidding,” Maddie smiled, pulling out the lion that Buck had brought Robert the day before and giving it a playful wiggle, lifting its paw to “wave” at Buck.  Buck grinned back, and the two of them worked in companionable silence until they were down to the last few items.  “So,” Maddie said as she folded and put away the last of Robert’s new onesies.  “Tomorrow is your last day at the 118 huh?”

Buck froze in the middle of pulling out a packet of diapers from the last bag.  He didn’t answer straight away, instead placing the diapers in the space underneath the changing table.  “Chim told you?” he finally asked, his back to Maddie.

“Yeah.  I’m sorry if he wasn’t meant to, but you know what Howie is like at keeping secrets.  And he was worried about you.”

“No, it’s okay.  It’s on me anyway – I meant to tell the both of you long before now.”

Maddie watched Buck carefully as he fussed with the items on the changing table before walking over and grabbing one of his hands and turning him to face her.  “Come on, I need to sit, and Robert is bound to be in here soon enough for a nap.  Let’s find somewhere more private so we can talk.”

Maddie led Buck out the room, down the hall and to the back door, the two of them making their way to a pair of patio chairs on the porch and taking a seat.

They sat in silence for a moment, Maddie watching Buck and Buck not knowing how to start the conversation.

“I’m sorry,” Maddie said in the end.

“What for?”

“For not noticing how you were struggling.  I should have been there for you.”

“Maddie, you were about to give birth, and you had a husband who was this close to losing his life and leaving you a single mother.  You had more important things to worry about.”

“Nothing is more important than family,” Maddie said fiercely.  “And you are still my baby brother.  Now talk to me.  Are you okay?”

“I- honestly, I don’t know Maddie.  Things haven’t felt right for a long time.  If I’m not feeling numb, it’s like… I imagine I look like one of those cartoons, when they go around with this giant, dark cloud hanging over their head, because that’s what it feels like.  I’m just – I feel so alone Maddie,” Buck said, his voice breaking on the last words, and Maddie immediately rose and went over to Buck, perching on the arm of the chair and wrapping her arms around her brother, bringing him in so that she could cradle him.  Buck buried his face into her stomach, feeling like a 7-year-old boy again, being comforted by his big sister after yet another one of his “mishaps”, but though he could feel the tears building behind his eyes, they refused to fall.

“I’m sorry Evan.  I’m so, so sorry.  Is there anything I can do to help?”

Buck shook his head.  “I don’t think so.  This is something I need to deal with on my own.”

“And that involves a transfer?” Maddie asked, gently carding her hand through Buck’s curls, and Buck couldn’t hear any judgement in her voice, only concern.

“Yeah, I think so,” Buck said, finally pulling away to look at his sister.  “What do you think?  Am I making a big mistake?”

“That’s not for me to say,” Maddie said carefully.  “I know from personal experience that running away from your problems never solves anything.  But the question is, do you feel like you’re running away from things, or that you’re running towards something?  Because those are two are completely different scenarios.”

Buck frowned in thought.  “I- I don’t know.  I mean… every time I walk through those doors at the 118, I’m reminded of Bobby.  Of what we’ve lost.  And I’ve been trying to keep things the same, but it hasn’t been working.  And it hurts Mads.  It hurts so much.  I don’t know if I’d classify it as running away or not, but… but I think maybe it’s time I try something new – have a fresh start.  That maybe this is the only way for me to get to a place where I need to be to start making things better.”

“That’s what Howie said.”

“He- he did?” Buck asked in surprise.

“Yup.  He said, “Buck has talked about quitting the 118 so many times, but this is the first time that he’s actually gone and done it.”  That’s when he realised how much you must be hurting, that maybe this was something you needed.”

Buck lips turned up at the corners.  “Smart man.”

“I like to think so.”

“So… you think I’m doing the right thing?”

“The only one who can answer that question is you, Buck.  What do you think?”

Buck sat back and thought about the transfer – really thought about it.  And he realised that not once had he had any misgivings about the transfer itself.  He had had concerns about being at the same station as Tommy, sure, and telling the others that he was leaving had been a trial that had been weighing on his mind for days, but not once had there been a flicker of doubt when it came to the actual move.

“I… I think it is Mads.  I think this is the only way I can heal.  I’m gonna miss everyone like crazy, but I need to do this.”

Maddie let her hand drift to Buck’s shoulder and gave it a reassuring squeeze.  “Then I’m here for you, 100 percent of the way.”  She held up her free hand, pinky finger extended.

With a smile, Buck lifted his own hand and linked his finger with hers.  Having each other’s backs, like always.  No matter what.

Tagging as requested: @dreamforrest, @letsdosciencetoit,

[lesbianstarlightglimmer]

Oh okay so today was sm worse than I anticipated okay cool, cool, cool.

[jungwnies]

f1 grid (2/2) | meeting the family

୨ৎ : featuring : kimi antonelli, ollie bearman, yuki tsunoda, isack hadjar, and liam lawson + special feature franco colapinto and lance stroll (click here for part one) ୨ৎ : synopsis (requested by @holycastles) : your formula one boyfriend meeting your seemingly "normal" family

୨ৎ : genre : comedy ୨ৎ : word count : 2661

୨ৎ masterlist ୨ৎ 10k event | masterlist ୨ৎ

ᡣ𐭩 a/n : surprisingly this 10k event isn't overwhelming.. it's such a good downtime from having to study for finals >.<

ʚ・kimi antonelli

kimi stood at your door holding a pie.

a literal pie.

“i didn’t know what to bring,” he mumbled. “my mom said pie is safe.”

you blinked. “you baked?”

“supervised.”

he was already flushed before your family even answered the door. when your dad opened it, kimi stood straighter than you’d ever seen him, like he was back on the karting grid at age twelve.

“hello, sir. thank you for having me. i brought… pastry.”

your dad raised an eyebrow. “pie?”

“yes. that.”

you tried not to laugh.

inside, it was mild chaos. your younger cousins immediately started whispering about “the mercedes kid” like he couldn’t hear them. your aunt hugged him too long. your mom made him a plate before he could even sit down.

kimi’s hands were in his lap the whole time. his posture was so straight it hurt to look at. he said yes sir, no ma’am, thank you very much. and the only time he dared look away from his food was to check if you were still there.

your cousin leaned over halfway through dinner and whispered, “is he always this… robotic?”

you smiled. “he’s just nervous.”

he looked like he was surviving a full-blown press conference. until your uncle asked, “so how serious are you two, huh?”

kimi blinked like the question short-circuited him.

you jumped in quickly. “we’re not getting married, uncle joe.”

“i didn’t say that,” he grinned. “just wondering if mercedes' the only thing he’s committed to.”

kimi nearly choked on his water. “i mean—yes. no. i mean—yes, i’m committed. not just to mercedes. to her too. but not—like—married committed. just—” he turned bright red. “you know what? i should stop talking.”

the room went silent for half a beat.

then your dad laughed. “relax, kid. you’re alright.”

that night, as you walked him to his car, kimi rubbed the back of his neck.

“they were looking at me like i was about to propose.”

“you did say you’re committed.”

“i panicked.”

you smiled, tugging his sleeve. “you did great.”

he finally smiled back, soft and a little crooked. “your dad said i can come back.”

“you want to?”

he looked at you, more certain than he had been all night. “yeah. i do.”

ʚ・ollie bearman

ollie bounced nervously on his heels at your doorstep, holding a suspiciously lopsided cake he insisted on baking “from scratch.”

“it’s… edible,” he said, side-eyeing it like it might betray him. “i think.”

you grinned. “it’s sweet. they’re gonna love you.”

“they better,” he muttered. “i watched a ten-minute youtube video on ‘how to impress your girlfriend’s father’ for this.”

you stared. “please tell me that’s a joke.”

“it had animations.”

you couldn’t stop laughing.

from the second your family opened the door, ollie was full golden retriever mode. hugged your mom without hesitation. complimented the wallpaper like it was his job. called your grandma “queen” and meant it.

but your dad?

that was his mission.

“sir,” he said, offering his hand with olympic-level intensity. “big fan. of… your house. and your daughter. and your grilling skills. smells amazing out here.”

your dad blinked. “you alright, kid?”

“yep!” ollie said way too fast. “just eager to bond.”

at dinner, he tried to subtly mirror your dad’s posture, which ended with him sitting like a stiff action figure. he laughed at all his jokes. nodded like he understood the economy. agreed to try the spiciest dish on the table and instantly regretted it.

you passed him a glass of water under the table.

“i’m fine,” he whispered hoarsely. “this is fine. i’m proving my worth.”

you nearly choked trying not to laugh.

later, you found him in the backyard with your dad, holding barbecue tongs like a sword, listening to a long story about fishing while nodding very seriously.

“he likes me,” ollie whispered when you came outside.

“he told you that?”

“no, but he handed me the tongs. that means something.”

on the way home, he beamed the whole time. “i think your dad’s my best friend now.”

“bold.”

“he invited me golfing.”

“you don’t play golf.”

“i’ll learn.”

you looked at him, this chaotic, giggling, totally love-struck idiot, and shook your head fondly. “you’re ridiculous.”

“ridiculously winning over your family,” he said proudly.

and honestly? he wasn’t wrong.

ʚ・yuki tsunoda

yuki arrived five minutes early, hands folded neatly in front of him, shirt pressed and hair just slightly too styled. he looked… nervous, but in that perfectly composed way that made you want to pull him into a hug.

“you don’t have to bow,” you whispered, watching him do just that when your mom opened the door.

“i know,” he whispered back, “but i want to be respectful.”

respectful might’ve been an understatement. within ten minutes of entering the house, yuki had complimented the decorations, asked your dad thoughtful questions about his hobbies, and called your grandma’s cooking “the best meal i’ve had all year.”

“you brought flowers?” your mom asked, touched.

“and tea,” he said shyly, holding out the perfectly wrapped box. “from japan. my favorite kind.”

you could physically see your mother melt.

the dinner table conversation started light, a few questions about where he grew up, how he liked traveling, if he missed japan. yuki answered every single one kindly, never cutting anyone off, listening fully before responding.

you were so proud you nearly cried.

but the second your little cousin leaned in and whispered, “do you drive really fast?” something shifted.

yuki grinned.

“only when they let me.”

from there, it spiraled. he told stories about karting crashes and near-misses in the most matter-of-fact tone while your uncles leaned in like it was a campfire tale. when your aunt asked how he handles fear, he just shrugged and said, “i scream on the inside. then i go faster.”

by dessert, your mom was feeding him extra servings and calling him “sweetheart,” your grandma was offering to knit him socks, and your cousin was asking if he’d teach them how to drive.

you found him leaning against the hallway wall later, looking overwhelmed but happy.

“are you okay?” you asked, sliding next to him.

“your family is amazing,” he whispered. “but your mom keeps feeding me. i might explode.”

you laughed and rubbed his arm.

he looked at you, soft and a little wide-eyed. “your grandma just kissed my cheek.”

“she does that.”

“she also told me i have husband eyes.”

you blinked. “what?”

“i panicked and bowed again.”

you nearly doubled over with laughter.

“you’re a hit,” you said.

he smiled quietly, cheeks pink. “good. i wanted them to like me.”

you kissed his cheek. “they love you.”

ʚ・isack hadjar

isack strolled up to your parents’ door like he wasn’t dying inside. hands in his pockets, shirt wrinkled just slightly, like he got ready too fast after overthinking what to wear for thirty minutes.

“i’m calm,” he said.

“you’re not.”

“i’m french. i’m composed.”

you snorted. “you’re sweating through your shirt.”

he knocked anyway.

your mom greeted him with a warm smile and your dad stood behind her with his arms crossed, silently evaluating him like a pit crew chief sizing up a suspicious front wing.

“hi, uh… bonjour? i mean, hello. thank you for having me.” isack blinked. “sorry. language overload.”

he was polite — genuinely trying. sat upright. complimented the dinner. called your dad sir at least three times. but then someone — your cousin, of course — brought up the one thing guaranteed to send him straight into a tailspin.

“wait. you’re the no no no i destroyed ze carrr guy, right?”

isack’s soul left his body.

“no,” he said too quickly. “that wasn’t me.”

you cackled. “yes it was.”

“do you say it like that in real life?” your uncle asked, grinning.

“no!” isack groaned. “only once. under stress. high emotion.”

your cousin pulled up the clip on their phone. isack covered his face in both hands.

you leaned over, whispering in his ear. “you okay?”

“i’m being haunted by my own voice.”

he recovered eventually. teased your cousins back. made your dad laugh with a sarcastic “i promise i drive better than i talk.” won over your mom when he offered to help clean up and ended up drying dishes while telling her about how he got into racing.

later, in the car, he leaned his head back against the seat and sighed.

“that was brutal.”

“you were great.”

“they all mocked me. quoted me. in multiple accents.”

you grinned. “they do that to everyone.”

he turned to look at you, eyes still wide. “your grandma said i look skinnier in person.”

“she says that to celebrities. you’re famous now.”

he groaned. “i hate this family.”

you kissed his cheek. “no you don’t, you love us.”

he smiled, soft and red-faced. “okay… maybe i do love you guys.”

ʚ・liam lawson

liam showed up with a six-pack of your dad’s favorite beer and a bag of dog treats.

you blinked at him on the doorstep. “you brought what?”

“strategic bribes,” he said. “i’m trying to secure my position.”

he got both feet in the door and immediately crouched down to greet your golden retriever like it was his dog.

“look at this face,” he said, ruffling the fur behind her ears. “you’re a unit, aren’t you?”

your mom smiled warmly. “she usually doesn’t like new people.”

liam grinned. “i speak fluent dog.”

the dog rolled onto her back like she’d known him her whole life. you watched from the hallway, slack-jawed.

dinner started off simple. liam was friendly, relaxed, throwing in “ma’am” and “sir” when needed but still being his usual cheeky self.

“you’re from new zealand, right?” your uncle asked.

liam nodded. “we have sheep, rugby, and now… somehow, me.”

your dad actually laughed, and you nearly choked on your drink.

he slid into conversation so naturally it was almost unfair. talking rugby with your dad. asking your grandma how long she’s been crocheting and then actually caring. helping carry dishes to the sink without being asked.

you caught your mom whispering to your aunt, “he’s got good manners. the funny kind.”

and then, mid-dessert, it happened.

your dog jumped into liam’s lap.

“she doesn’t even do that for me,” you said.

“she’s in love with me. sorry, babe.”

“she’s my dog.”

liam scratched behind her ears. “she’s chosen.”

later, while everyone was chatting, you found him near the coat rack, dog curled up at his feet, both looking suspicious.

you raised an eyebrow. “you better not be planning a dog heist.”

“me?” he blinked, mock offended. “never.”

“liam.”

“okay, listen,” he whispered. “if i took her, it’s because we share a soul. not because i’m a thief.”

you laughed and reached down to ruffle her fur. “you’re ridiculous.”

“she likes me more than your dad does.”

“he invited you to the barbecue next week.”

liam grinned. “then i win.”

as you both walked to the car later that night, the dog followed you to the door. liam looked back at her with genuine heartbreak.

“i’ll miss you,” he said dramatically. “stay strong, my fluffy queen.”

you rolled your eyes. “don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

ʚ・franco colapinto

you warned him.

you said, “they’re loud. there’s like twenty of them. someone’s always grilling something. someone else will be dancing. my grandma will try to kiss your face.”

franco just grinned. “sounds fun.”

you were thirty seconds into the front yard when he got his first “how handsome” from one of your aunts. he hadn't even taken off his jacket yet.

your uncle hugged him like they were long-lost friends. your younger cousin offered him a soda and then immediately asked how fast his car went. your mom kissed his cheek, told him he was “very handsome,” and franco smiled like he'd just been handed a trophy.

you were watching it unfold in real time: the colapinto effect.

inside, it was pure chaos. laughter in one room, music in another, someone shouting over a blender.

franco thrived.

he complimented the rice, hugged the grandma, took his shoes off without being asked, and said “gracias señora” every chance he got. your aunt actually clutched her chest when he called her food “incredible” in spanish.

at some point, he ended up dancing with two of your little cousins in the living room, one on each foot, spinning them around like a movie montage. your dad watched from the couch, sipped his drink, and nodded slowly.

“alright. i like him.”

meanwhile, franco reappeared beside you in the kitchen, slightly out of breath, hair a little messy, a soft grin on his face.

“i think your grandma just winked at me,” he whispered.

“she probably did.”

“she also offered me food to go and told me i looked too skinny.”

“she’s adopted you now. sorry.”

he laughed quietly, then leaned in. “your family is… everything.”

you tilted your head. “too much?”

he shook his head. “perfect.”

later, after hours of being pulled into photos and interrogated about his star sign and whether or not he could cook eggs, franco finally exhaled next to you on the porch.

“i met, like, thirty people.”

“thirty-five.”

“i flirted with at least ten of them.”

“they flirted first.”

“i know. it was incredible.”

you laughed and rested your head on his shoulder. “they really liked you.”

he smiled. “i really liked them.”

pause.

“…but i’m never leaving without food again. that’s non-negotiable.”

ʚ・lance stroll

lance wasn’t nervous. not exactly. but as he stepped into your parents’ house and was immediately hit with overlapping conversations, two toddlers racing down the hallway, and music playing from a speaker that no one seemed to be in charge of.

you slipped your hand into his.

“too much?”

he blinked once, then shook his head. “no. just… new.”

you’d expected that. lance came from quiet homes and structured dinners and rooms with expensive things that didn’t get touched. your house had mismatched chairs, finger smudges on the windows, and someone yelling “who took the good plate?” from the kitchen.

he took a deep breath and followed you in.

your dad greeted him first. solid handshake. “lance, right?”

“yes, sir. thank you for having me.” he said it so politely your mom actually looked impressed.

he made it through the first hour like a champ — sat on the couch between your cousins and didn’t flinch when your aunt hugged him like they were old friends. he accepted food every time it was offered. he complimented the casserole. he nodded when your uncle asked about his car, even though he clearly had no idea which one he meant.

you found him standing near the kitchen later, hands in his pockets, watching your family like he was trying to piece together a hundred different storylines at once.

“you okay?” you asked, bumping your shoulder into his.

“i don’t think i’ve ever heard this many people talk at once.”

you laughed. “we don’t really do quiet.”

“i noticed.” he looked at you then, eyes soft. “but it’s kind of… nice.”

you tilted your head. “really?”

“it’s real,” he said simply. “everyone’s just themselves. no performance. no pretending.”

he stayed close the rest of the evening, quietly letting the chaos swirl around him. at one point, your grandma made him a plate and told him he looked tired and “too rich to be eating this little.” he smiled and thanked her and finished every bite.

when it was time to go, he lingered at the door. your little cousin hugged his leg.

“you coming back?”

lance knelt down, smiling. “only if there’s more casserole.”

the kid beamed. “there’s always more.”

on the drive home, he reached for your hand.

“i really liked them,” he said.

“i know. they really liked you too.”

he paused. “do you think next time, i could bring something? like dessert?”

you looked over at him and smiled.

“yeah. i think that’d be perfect.”

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[raylynnn]

“Fuck- I forgot to lock the door..”

Featuring mha boys: Katsuki, Eijro, Hanta, Kaminari, and Izuku.

Scenario (head-cannon) : basically mha boys and how they would react to being caught being intimate with the so.

Katsuki Bakugo:

• at first yall are just chilling in his dorm, watching some lame movie (in his opinion) that you put on. He couldn’t take this sappy romance shit movie anymore but knew you wouldn’t turn it off. So what else could he do but distract you.

•it started with little neck kisses which led into sloppy open mouth kissed that trailed from you lips to your collar bone. “Fuck baby. Cmon take this off for me.” He demanded lifting the hem of your shirt as he held you in his lap. You were both now topples. “So fucking pretty..” he mumbled into your breast as he nibbled and sucked. But as he propped the other into his mouth, you both heard the door open.

• “Hey man, me and the others are play COD. You finna join-“ said Kiri as he stopped in his tracks, eyes bugging out of head at the scene. You both froze as katsuki quickly turned your body away from the red head. “Fuck! Get out-“ but before Bakugo could even try to demand Kiri out the room kiri was already turning on his heel, as apology’s spilt from his mouth like a water fountain.

• “fuck I’m sorry- god fuck.” Katsuki mumbled obviously pissed and embarrassed. “I should’ve locked the door-“ before Katsuki could continue his apology’s you shut him up with a kiss. “Ok well let’s do that now..cause I still need you..” you said shyly as you twiddled your thumbs while still in his lap.

•all he did was grin before his mouth was back on yours. Let’s just say Kiri knows to knock like a pro now.

Eijro Kirishima:

•your under him as he plowed into you like a dog. Your legs hooked over his shoulders as he gripped you by the calf’s of your leg for support rutting into you. “F-fuck..” he groaned biting his lip back. “All this for me hon?” He said as he kissed your calf watching your eyes roll back into your head.

• “yes- yes Kiri..” you whimpered as your reached out for his hand. The car rocked slowly as kiri’s moves were slow but rough and powerful. “I love you- love you so much” you said in between broken moans and whimpers.

• “fuck baby..yeah I love you more baby your so- so cute..” as you both were too lost in the pleasure you heard a knock on the window. Y’all both stopped quickly sitting up as Kiri covered you with his wrinkled shirt that the two of you discarded on the floor.

• “dammit.” He muttered as he rolled down the window slightly careful to not reveal you. “What- oh my go-“ Kiri said before quickly rolling up the window. “What! What is it-“ you asked frantic since Kiri seemed all of sudden embarrassed and almost scared. “Quick get your clothes on- now” kiri barked like an order which was really unlike him.

• you did as he said shimming your clothes on as quickly as you could before Kiri rolled down the window again. “You two finished..?” A familiar voice called out. And suddenly you freeze as the realization hit. “Don’t tell me-“ you spoke before eyes peered through. “Azawia- sensei I-I can explain-“ said Kiri as he zipped up his pants. “Uh huh..look I just assumed you- were um just passed curfew..” he said clearly uncomfortable. “Look I won’t bring this up..if you don’t. I don’t want to have this conversation anymore then you do..” he said as he rubbed his temples.

• “yeah- of course…” Kiri mumbled clearly embarrassed. Soon enough Azawia walked off and kiri rolled the window back up. You gave Kiri a knowing look. “Sooo..wanna continue this in your room..” Kiri shook his head laughing slightly as he kissed the shell of your ear, “your crazy y/n” he said as he helped put the rest of your clothes back on as he returned yoh back to your dorm.

Hanta sero:

• “b-baby! T-too much!!” You whined into the pillow as sero taped your arms and wrists behind your back. “Fucking slut..I can feel you clenching when I tie the bind tighter.” He spat like venom as he rutted into you.

•you had hearts in your eyes as you couldn’t help but smile at the amazing feeling of being so full. He had you face first into the mattress as he propped your ass up hitting that perfect gummy spot in your walls. “Yeah? That feel good mamas?” He whispered into your ear. “Yes- feels so g-good!” You don’t even know how it happened. Maybe y’all were just too rough and moved too much. But somhow you ended up on seros phone and touched somthing- some button. And of fucking corse ended up calling kaminari.

• “yo what’s up man?” Called out kaminari “hello? Dude?” He said confused.

“Agh- oh fuck right there..”

“Yes- yes omg YES!”

“B-baby baby!! Oh my god..cmon milk me baby-“

“Harder- fuck me harder!”

Denki just set the phone down on his lap as he just stared off into space before he hung up.

• the next morning you came downstairs in seros shirt as you sat down in the chair as sero came around putting his hand on the small of your back as he leaned around to kiss you. Denki sat at the other end as he remembered last night’s call. “Hey man you ok? You look bothered..?” Called out sero.

•”no..no why would I be bothered” said Denki obviously sarcastic. You both raised your eyebrows in confusion before kaminari put his phone on the table revealing the call at 9:44 remembering that yalls “activity’s” resulted around that hour.

• “oh my- did I.. did we call-?” You asked your face going pale as sero just froze. “Yes. Yes you did.” He said stern.

•all 3 of you had similar reactions and all wanted to curl up in a ball and die.

Denki kaminari:

• he had been on that stupid game forever now. You two were supposed to hang out and stuff but nooo “5 more minutes” he said. 30 minutes ago. You were fed up. As you should be and what other way to make him feel sorry than stripping him of his dignity and pants.

• “f-fuck I need a power up g-guys..” he grunted as you rolled your tongue over his tip your other hand stroking his base. He was out of breath panting and sweat heading at his brow. “Cmon Kami lock in- you good bro?” Questioned Kiri.

• “Y-yeah I’m fine..” denki said biting back his lip as he had a death grip on his controller but you wanted to punish him for not giving you any attention. So as expected you took your other hand using both hands stroking his base as you kept his tip busy with your mouth.

• he was losing it. He wasn’t sure how much longer he could keep up. He set the controller down harshly as he put a hand in your hair. “Fucking- brat..” he mumbled forgetting Kiri was on the other line. Soon enough he was thrusting his hips up into your mouth making your jaw sore.

• “you guys are some freaks..” Kiri mumbled into his mic before logging off chuckling slightly at his friends freaky and brave actions. Denki glared at you. “You wanted my attention that badly huh?” He said before picking you before setting you in the chair before he was on his knees before you already taking your panties off with his teeth.

Izuku midoryia:

• “fuck izu-“ you moaned out into the air as he had a death grip on your ass as he pushed you forward and back against his face. You used him as some chair almost. And he was loving every fucking bit. Small groans and grunts could be heard as he fucked you sloppy with his tongue.

• you gripped him by the hair rocking your hips against his lips chasing that high. Izuku was such a yearner he had no shame making noise and being vocal and loving you outloud.

•you two must of been feeling good to not hear the door knob jingle and twist. And it’s not like izuku planned on stopping anytime soon either. “God princess- you taste so good” he moaned into your heat.

• izuku shared an apartment with Katsuki and the two were pretty good friends now. As katsuki puts his keys on the hook he walked towards izukus room opening the door to let him know he had dinner. “Nerd I have dinner, come eat- oh shit” he said as his eyes widened. His eyes resting on the absolute fucked scene infront of him. You turned around being the first to catch on as you saw a pair of deep red eyes locked on the scene between you and the green haired absolute MUNCH below you.

• “IZUKU-“ you called out trying to hop off his tongue before he pulled you back down totally unaware of the situation. “F-fuck damnit-“ katsuki said before he tried to bolt out of there. Izuku finally looked up afraid he hurt you or something. “What is it baby? KACHAN?-“

•katsuki was so scared he and izuku were close but he didn’t want to feel like a creep for seeing izukus girl like that. Even though katsuki could be a hothead he knew to knock but him and izuku were at the point were they would both just walk in. But things were different now that izuku had a girlfriend.

• when the two of you both got decent. Katsuki was grabbing his keys before the two of you stopped him. Katsuki felt his stomach drop when he made eye contact with the two of you. “Katsuki- wait!” You said before you made contact with the clearly red and bothered blonde. You couldn’t help but laugh at how clearly ashamed he was. Soon enough Izuku started laughing slightly before Katsuki glared at the two of you.

• “fuck..I thought y’all were gonna hunt me down” the 3 of you laughed before katsuki messed up your hair playfully. “Fucking nerds..” he said before he went off to plating the food.

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[verstappenverse]

Knight of My Heart

Pairing: Max Verstappen x Reader

Summary: After one too many drinks, a protective Max arrives right when you need him most.

1.7k words / Masterlist

It was nearly 2am when Max’s phone buzzed on his nightstand dragging him from the edges of sleep. The faint light from his screen illuminated the dark room, and he reached for it with a haphazard hand, squinting at the text that appeared.

She’s drunk. Like realllly drunk. Can you come get her?

Max sat up, his heart already sinking. The message was from one of your friends, someone whose name he only half-remembered from the countless times they’d insisted they’d “watch out for you.” Max knew better by now.

He sighed, raking a hand through his messy hair, before throwing the sheets off and quickly pulling on a hoodie and jeans.

The drive to the club was quiet, but Max’s mind wasn’t. He hated these nights. It wasn’t just the thought of you being drunk and vulnerable, it was the idea that you were so carefree and beautiful, and people always noticed. Too many times Max had seen guys try to get too close, their smiles too slick and intentions too obvious.

When he finally pulled up outside the club he saw you almost immediately. His grip on the steering wheel tightened.

You were leaning against a lamp post near the curb swaying slightly in your heels, a dazed smile on your face as a man hovered beside you. Max’s chest tightened at the sight. The guy was too close, his body angled toward yours as he spoke animatedly, gesturing with his hands. You laughed softly at whatever he said, your voice carrying over the low thrum of the music spilling from the club’s entrance.

Max killed the engine and climbed out, his jaw set. His strides were purposeful, closing the distance between you in seconds.

“Maxie!” you squealed the moment you spotted him, your arms flinging open in delight.

“You’re here!” you exclaimed, throwing your arms around his torso and nearly toppling yourself over in the process.

The guy looked over at Max, not at all intimidated, but Max didn’t care. His jaw tightened, his fists clenching by his sides as he stepped closer.

“You good?” Max asks you, his voice a little rougher than usual.

The man gave Max a once-over, clearly sizing him up. “She seems fine to me,” he said, his tone too casual for Max’s liking.

Max’s eyes narrowed, the jealousy coursing through him now unmistakable. He took a step closer to him. “Oh because you know her so well, right?” he asked the guy, voice clipped.

With a taunting smirk, the guy raised his hands in mock surrender. “She was just telling me about her night. She looked like she needed some company.”

Max wasn’t having it, he stands tall, his body blocking your view of the man now. “Right, I don’t think you understand,” Max replied dryly, placing a firm hand on your waist. “I’m her boyfriend, she's with me. Thanks for your concern, but I’ll take it from here.”

The man’s lips twitched as though he wanted to argue, but something in Max’s gaze seemed to convince him otherwise. With a tight nod, he muttered a quick, “Whatever man,” and walked off into the crowd.

As the guy disappeared, Max’s frustration didn’t completely fade, but he focused right back on you. Guiding you towards his car, hand never leaving your side. You leaned into him, your cheek resting against his shoulder the alcohol making your limbs feel heavy.

You looked up at him, your face slightly flushed, your eyes half-lidded. “You okay?” you asked quietly.

Max’s lips press together tightly, trying to ignore the flare of jealousy still lingering. “I’m fine,” he said, even though he’s anything but. "Just... I want you to be safe alright?"

You nod, though your head wobbles slightly. "I know... just wanted to have some fun… long week."

Max exhaled slowly, his tension only easing slightly as he turned to you. You were beaming up at him, clearly oblivious to the small confrontation that had just unfolded.

“I get it,” he said softly, his hand steadying you at your waist. “But where are your friends?”

“They’re inside,” you mumbled, waving a hand vaguely toward the club entrance. “Or somewhere. I don’t know. I came out to get some air.”

Max sighed, scanning the area for any sign of your group. Just then a few of your friends emerged from the club giggling.

“Max!” One of them called her tone far too cheery. “She’s all yours.”

Max’s brows furrowed, his frustration bubbling over. “Why did you let her get this drunk?” he snapped. “Anything could’ve happened to her out here!”

Your friend blinked, her smile faltering. “She’s a big girl Max. Besides, we knew you’d come.”

“That’s not the point,” Max said, his voice sharp. "You should’ve made sure she was safe.”

Your friends exchanged glances mumbling something, he exhaled heavily running a hand through his hair. “Look, I’m glad you've all had fun, but next time just… watch out for her yeah? She’s very important to me.” He gazed down at you.

Your friends exchanged glances, some looking sheepish, others visibly annoyed at his tone.

“We had it under control Max,” one of your friends said, her tone defensive. “We weren’t going to babysit her all night.”

Max’s jaw clenched. “Being there for your friend isn’t babysitting, it’s just what you do.”

Another friend, the quieter one of the group spoke up “Okay Max. We’ll keep a better eye on her next time, promise.”

“Thank you,” he said simply, looking back down at you. Your eyes were half-closed, a lazy smile on your lips as you mumbled something unintelligible against his chest.

Max shook his head, a mix of exasperation and fondness crossing his face. “Alright,” he said to the group, his tone a little lighter now. “I’m taking her home. Get back safely.”

“We will,” the quieter friend said, giving him a small, apologetic smile.

Max turned to you with a sigh of relief. “Let’s get you home.”

Max guided you to the car, his hand never leaving your waist. You leaned into him heavily, giggling at every little thing, the way his hand steadied you, the low muttering under his breath, even the way he opened the car door for you like you were royalty.

“You’re being so nice to me Maxie,” you said, settling into the passenger seat with a content sigh.

“I’m always nice to you,” he replied, pulling the seatbelt across your body and clicking it into place.

“You are,” you agreed, your voice soft and dreamy. “You’re my favourite person, you know that?”

Max froze for a moment, sure his heart skipped a beat, before he shook his head and closed your door.

The drive home was quiet, save for your occasional hums and mumbled comments about the pretty city lights. Max glanced at you every so often, his hand gripping your thigh, your eyes fluttering shut for brief moments.

When he finally pulled into his apartment’s parking garage you stirred, blinking sleepily. Inside you clung to him like a lifeline, your arms looped around his neck as he guided you to the bathroom.

“You’re so tall,” you murmured, your head resting against his chest. “Like a tree. A strong, handsome tree.”

Max chuckled despite himself, shaking his head as he set you down on the bathroom counter. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you like me anyway,” you said, your grin lazy and smug.

He didn’t respond, instead reaching for a makeup remover wipe from the cabinet. You watched him curiously as he carefully cupped your chin, tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“What are you doing?” you asked.

“Taking your makeup off,” he said simply.

You stared at him, your expression unreadable, as he carefully wiped at your face. His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he avoided your eyes, focusing instead on the task at hand.

"You take such good care of me." You whispered, reaching up to touch his hand. “You don’t have to, you know?”

“I know,” he said with a slight frown, his eyes finally meeting yours. “But I want to. You deserve it.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.” Max carried you to the bedroom, letting you climb him like a koala as you giggled into his shoulder. He set you down gently, pulling the covers over you before crouching beside the bed. You blinked at him sleepily, a small smile tugging at your lips.

“You’re like a knight,” you mumbled, your voice thick with drowsiness. “My very own knight in shining armour.”

Max chuckled, shaking his head. “A very tired knight,” he replied, brushing a stray hair from your face. “But you’re going to hate me in the morning if I let you go to sleep without water and something for your hangover.”

“I don’t hate you,” you slurred, blinking up at him with glassy eyes. “I could never hate you.”

His chest tightened at the sincerity in your tone, “Stay awake for just a few more minutes okay? I’ll be right back.”

You made a soft noise of protest as he stood, but you didn’t try to stop him. Max moved quietly through the apartment, grabbing a glass from the kitchen and filling it with cold water. From the bathroom he grabbed a pack of paracetamol, the domesticity of the routine bringing a faint smile to his lips.

When he returned you were still half-propped against the pillows, your eyes fluttering open at the sound of his footsteps.

“Here,” Max said, sitting on the edge of the bed. He handed you the glass and pressed two pills into your palm. “Take these and drink some water. Trust me, you’ll thank me in the morning.”

You squinted at the pills like they’d personally offended you. “Do I have to?”

“Yes,” Max replied firmly, his lips quirking upward. “No arguments.”

“Bossy,” you muttered, but you popped the pills into your mouth and swallowed them with some water. “Happy now?”

“Very.”

You handed the glass back to him, and he set it on the nightstand before leaning forward to pull the blankets higher around you.

“I’m so lucky you’re my Maxie,” you sighed.

“Sleep,” he said softly, stroking your cheek.

“Stay,” you murmured, your eyes already half-closed.

Max hesitated, his heart twisting with adoration, before nodding. “I’ll be right here.”

[fanficgirl429]

Bucky Gets Hurt

Pairing: fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

Prompt: Y/N discovers that Bucky got hurt during their last mission and didn't say anything. She becomes upset and he tries his best to calm her down.

Warnings: mention of sex, 18+ only, minors do not engage

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The room was quiet except for the occasional car horn echoing faintly through the windows of Y/N and Bucky’s apartment. Y/N stood still in the doorway of the bathroom, her eyes fixed on the white bandage wrapped snugly around Bucky’s side. He hadn’t noticed her yet, he was facing the mirror, running a hand through his hair with a wince he tried to hide.

“Are you kidding me right now?” she said sharply.

Bucky jumped, turning toward her with guilt already written all over his face.

“Y/N—”

“You didn’t tell me you were hurt?” she asked, crossing her arms and leaning on the doorframe. “When were you going to? Or was I just going to keep thinking you’ve been extra grumpy for no reason?”

“It’s not that bad,” he replied quickly, but even he didn’t sound convinced.

She scoffed. “Oh, so not telling your girlfriend that you got stabbed during a mission is just… casual now?”

“I didn’t want you to worry.”

“That’s not your decision to make, Bucky!”

He let out a long sigh and turned around to face her, his back resting against the counter. “You were already freaked out about the mission. I figured if I told you, you’d—”

“What?” she cut in. “Care too much? Want to help? Want to actually know what the hell is going on with my boyfriend?”

He flinched, his jaw tight.

Y/N’s eyes narrowed. “Wait. Is this why you didn’t let me take off your shirt yesterday?” She threw her hands in the air, walking back into the bedroom and began to pace, Bucky following behind her. “Oh my God—Bucky, we had sex in the kitchen, and I thought you were just being rough and dominant and sexy—”

“I was being sexy,” he muttered defensively.

“Don’t even,” she snapped, glaring at him. “You didn’t want me to see the bandage. That’s what that was.”

Bucky looked at her, his face softening. “I didn’t want to ruin the moment.”

She held his gaze for a long, silent beat before turning on her heel and disappearing into the walk-in closet without a word.

Bucky exhaled slowly and retreated back into the bathroom.

When he finally reentered the bedroom, the air was heavy with tension. 

Y/N was already lying on the bed, back against the pillows, her legs stretched out. She was wearing his navy blue Henley, and the hem barely covered the tops of her thighs.

Bucky leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed.

“You’re wearing that to rile me up,” he said, his blue eyes skimming her body.

“Yup,” Y/N replied, unapologetic and smug, scrolling aimlessly through her phone. 

“You’re still mad at me.”

“Also yup.”

He sighed, running a hand over his face. “Y/N…”

She didn’t look up. “I’m not mad because you got hurt. I’m mad because you didn’t tell me. I’m supposed to be your partner, Buck. You don’t get to shut me out just because you think you’re protecting me.”

“I know,” he said quietly.

She glanced up then, saw the guilt on his face, and the way he hadn’t moved from the doorway yet.

“Get over here,” she said, patting the empty space beside her.

Bucky crossed the room slowly, climbing onto the bed and moving to straddle her legs. He dipped his head and started placing soft kisses up her body, starting at her knees, moving up to her thighs, lingering there just long enough to draw a slow breath from her lips.

“Bucky,” she said warningly as he reached her hips, “I said I’m still mad at you.”

“I know,” he murmured against her stomach, lips brushing her skin. “But you’re wearing my shirt with no pants, and I’m a simple man.”

“Simple man with a stab wound,” she reminded him, pushing at his shoulders. “Shouldn’t you be resting?”

He smirked. “This is rest. Very effective. Medically proven.”

She let out a reluctant laugh, trying to swat him away again as he kissed up between her ribs, lifting the shirt inch by inch.

“Bucky...”

“Y/N…,” he mocked softly, looking up at her. 

She met his gaze, lips twitching. “This doesn’t mean you’re forgiven.”

“Understood.”

“Seriously.”

“I’m terrified of your wrath,” he said as he nuzzled the underside of her breast. “Please don’t end me.”

She tried not to melt but failed entirely. “You're such a menace.”

“You love it.”

“Unfortunately.”

He grinned before finally kissing her properly, slow and deep, like an apology with every press of his mouth.

His lips then returned to the curve beneath her breast, his breath warm against her skin as he gently nudged up the soft fabric of the Henley she’d very obviously chosen for effect.

Y/N arched an eyebrow. “You know this doesn’t get you off the hook, right?”

“I figured I’d warm you up before your sentencing,” he murmured, his voice a low, playful rasp.

Her hand slid into his hair—partly to keep him close, partly to remind him who was in charge here. “You’re going to have to grovel so hard after this.”

“I’m counting on it,” he said against her sternum before pressing another kiss there. “Groveling. Worship. Whatever you need.”

“Good. Because I’m pissed,” she whispered, her tone softening despite herself. “You got stabbed and hid it from me. What if it got infected? What if it reopened while you were—”

“Throwing you onto the counter and making you scream?” he finished innocently.

She groaned. “Don’t make me regret letting you back on this bed.”

Bucky leaned up on his elbows, eyes meeting hers. “Hey.” His fingers gently brushed a stray hair from her cheek. “I’m sorry. Really. I wasn’t trying to push you out. I just—sometimes I forget I don’t have to deal with things alone anymore. That I don’t want to.”

Y/N studied his face. There was sincerity in his eyes, a vulnerability that cracked through the sarcastic front he usually wore. Her thumb stroked along his jaw.

“I know it’s hard,” she said quietly. “But you don’t get to shut me out when things get messy. Especially when it’s your body. I love you—flaws, scars, stab wounds and all. Don’t make me fight to love you right.”

His throat bobbed with a swallow, and he dipped down to kiss her again—softer this time, slower. When he pulled back, he rested his forehead against hers.

“You’re wearing my shirt.”

“I always wear your shirts.”

“But this one,” he said, his hands ghosting over her thighs and under the hem. “This is the shirt you wear when you’re mad and still want to make me suffer.”

Y/N smirked. “What can I say? I multitask.”

He chuckled, pressing another kiss to her jaw, then trailing them down her throat, slow and deliberate. “Tell me what you want.”

She let her head fall back against the pillows with a sigh, placing her phone on the nightstand. “I want you to respect me enough to be honest when you’re hurt. I want you to trust that I can handle it, and that I’d rather know than be in the dark.”

His lips paused at the curve of her neck. “I do. I’m working on it.”

“Good,” she said, then added with a smirk, “because you’re not getting laid until you earn it.”

He looked up with an expression that was all pout and no shame. “You are trying to kill me.”

“You’ll live,” she said, pulling him up for another kiss. “Barely.”

Bucky collapsed beside her dramatically, letting his head fall into the crook of her neck with a groan. “Torture. Pure torture.”

“Not torture,” she murmured, fingers lazily tracing the bandage on his side, “just…consequences.”

He turned his face into her neck. “Worth it.”

She laughed and curled into him, letting the moment settle.

The silence that fell over them was the kind Y/N both loved and hated. Comfortable because it was Bucky. Charged because… it was Bucky. And when he was curled up beside her, all warm muscles and stubborn apologies, it was harder to stay mad.

But she wasn’t done yet.

She shifted slightly, letting her leg drape over his hips, making sure the movement brushed just enough against him to earn a subtle hitch of breath.

“Seriously,” she whispered, fingers skating along the edge of the bandage. “You were just gonna walk around like nothing happened? Let me grind all over you on a granite counter like you weren’t low-key bleeding out?”

Bucky’s chuckle vibrated against her chest. “You weren’t complaining yesterday.”

She poked his shoulder. “I was distracted.”

His eyes fluttered open, and he gave her that classic smirk—the one that made her stomach flutter. “If it helps, I was also incredibly distracted. By your legs. And that ridiculous little noise you made when I bit your—”

She slapped a hand over his mouth. “Bucky.”

His eyes crinkled with laughter behind her hand.

She sighed, moving her hand back to his face and cradling it softly. “I mean it, though. I know you think you’re protecting me, but not telling me when you’re hurt? That’s not love. That’s fear. And I can’t fix what I don’t know about.”

He sobered under her touch, nodding slightly. “You’re right.”

“I usually am.”

“Except for the time you swore you could handle all five shots of tequila.”

“That’s different.”

“You almost punched Sam.”

“He said Die Hard wasn’t a Christmas movie. That’s not a disagreement. That’s war.”

Bucky laughed, and Y/N’s lips curled despite the lingering frustration in her chest. She reached down, tracing the hem of his sweatpants, her fingers brushing his waistband but not doing anything. Just reminding him she could.

He inhaled sharply.

Y/N leaned in, kissed the spot under his ear, and whispered, “Still not getting laid.”

He groaned, dramatically flopping onto his back. “You’re evil.”

“Smart. Sexy. Reasonably furious.” She curled up next to him and laid her head on his chest carefully, avoiding the wound. “And yours. Which is why you have to tell me this stuff, Buck. You’re not alone anymore. And if I have to seduce and emotionally wreck you into realizing that, I will.”

Bucky let out a half-laugh, half-sigh, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “I don’t deserve you.”

“No,” she agreed. “But you’ve got me anyway. So try not to bleed out on the kitchen floor next time, okay?”

“Noted.”

They laid in silence for a long moment before Bucky’s voice cut through. 

“So… I can’t touch you at all? Like a twenty-four-hour sex ban? Or are there exceptions for accidental thigh grazes and overly affectionate cuddles?”

Y/N smirked into his chest. “Hmm. I might be convinced to negotiate. But only if you let me take your shirt off next time.”

Bucky groaned. “That’s just cruel.”

“Nope. That’s called trust building.”

And just like that, his arm curled tighter around her, his heart finally steady under her cheek.

They’d argue again—God knew they were both too stubborn for their own good—but tonight, they were soft. Still smoldering, still scarred, still figuring it out.

But in love.

Very, very in love.

[artemisiasmuse]

rafe being all stressed at work and all he wants is come pick his sweet girl from her girl brunch and go home and cuddle? (Love ur work and than u baby)

this is so cute :< i can see it so clearly

first req yippee thank u my love <3

cw: it’s sickly sweet fluff, maybe a tad suggestive, reader described as shorter than rafe, use of “princess” “angel” “wife”, some manhandling

rafe had a headache, what from? it was unclear, maybe dealing with stakeholders and being in meetings all day or just simply having to come in on a day which would be a day off for anyone else. the joys of being a ceo. he couldn’t even think straight at a certain point, telling his father’s assistant, now his, to push all his meetings to monday. the overseas partners be damned, he needed to see his girl. you were the only one who could make him feel better, the only one allowed to see how much it was getting to him

he called you on his way out, you felt the phone ring in your purse, resting next to your lap on the booth you and your friends were piled into. brunch was starting to become a tradition after rafe kept going into the office on saturday mornings, you hated how empty the house felt so instead you hung out with your friends. you didn’t expect him to be free till 12 pm but now he was calling. your friends groaned as you hopped out of the booth, skipping slightly to answer the phone. “so whipped.” kie resounded behind your back and you wouldn’t even refute it.

your voice was sickeningly sweet when you answered, knowing your rafe was probably stressed or tired and was taking his few minutes between meetings to call you. “hi baby.”

“hey princess, you still out?” his voice sounded strained, you frowned at the tone, you could tell he was tired.

“uh huh, everything okay rafey?” he sighs at your words, you’re so endlessly adoring and doting, he should just wife you up. a big diamond ring would look so nice on your fingers, you’d be mrs. rafe cameron, god he wished you were next to him.

“‘missed you, can i pick you up angel?” you perked up at his words, already moving back to your table so you could pick up your bag.

“you’re off work?” there was a slight waver in your voice, you didn’t want him to go back after what you assumed was a short hour break.

“i’m taking it off, just wanna lie in bed with you.” that was all you needed to hear, telling him you’ll text him your location and hanging up with a sweet, “see you soon rafe.”

your friends groaned as you informed them you’d be leaving early, telling them you’d venmo them the split. the next ten minutes felt like hours as you anxiously awaited your boyfriend’s arrival. when he was finally outside you practically ran out of the restaurant, your friends giggling at you.

rafe was waiting outside his car door, watching you walk over, you looked so pretty in the morning all warm and cuddled up in bed. now you were in a sundress and sandals looking like a dream, you giggled when he looked you up and down with zero subtlety, skipping into his arms. he caught your weight, huffing a laugh at the impact. “pretty.” he murmured into your ear and you pressed a kiss to his collarbone, not quite reaching his face even in your heels. it was strange how his headache had vanished as soon as you were in his arms, was it your scent, your touch, your pretty voice? he didn’t know and he didn’t care, all he needed to know was that you fixed everything. he really needed to hack into your pinterest somehow and look at the wedding board he just knew you had.

you made it home pretty quickly, rafe ditched his dress shirt and pants, you kicked off your sandals, took of your bra, and practically jumped into bed. his arms wrapped around you, hating how distant you were on the other side of the bed, and pulled you against him. you turned in his hold, looking at your beautiful boyfriend, pressing your hand to his face, there was still a furrow to his brow. “you okay rafey?”

“i am now.” he kissed the palm of your hand tugging you closer if it was even possible. you were squished against him and even still it wasn’t enough, unsatisfied, rafe turned onto his back pulling your body to lay flat on his. you gasped at the action, bringing your hands to rest on either side of his head against the mattress. “that’s better.” the weight of you on top of him was comforting, now he could feel all of you without worry that you’d move out of his grasp. rafe didn’t know why he felt so erratic but he felt in control, he had you and you weren’t going anywhere. you watched him relax, propping your chin onto his chest just so you could look up at him. his eyelashes fluttered closed as you stroked his cheek, the soothing motion of your fingers lulling him to sleep, it wasn’t long after that you fell asleep with your head against his bare chest, listening to his heartbeat. when you woke up you felt hot and sweaty, sighing at the clammy feeling of rafe’s arms circling your back. he was holding you against him as if you would go anywhere. you tried wiggling out of his hold but were unsuccessful, waking him in the process

“baby stop moving,” his gravelly voice halted your ministrations and you huffed against his chest, both annoyed and impressed by how firm his pecs were.

“rafe we can’t sleep all day, we’ll be up all night.” you murmured, he hummed at your words, a deep rumble that shook you against him.

“that was my plan anyways.” you groaned at his teasing words, belatedly realizing you shouldn’t have said that in the first place.

“at least let me-” you squirmed in his hold again, this time he let you move and you lay by his side instead, his arms still loosely around you. “hey big boy, i’m not going anywhere, ease up.” you teased, poking his biceps as he kept them around you. the nickname was enough for him to be momentarily stunned, easing his grip and you giggled at his reaction. sea blue eyes widened at your words and you pressed a sweet kiss to his lips. a groaned slipped past his lips, opting to instead stuff his head between your breasts so he could at least be close to you this way. you giggled at his actions, watching how he scooted down the length of the bed so his head could rest against you. you scraped your nails against his scalp, hands naturally finding their way back to him. rafe sighed into you, so grateful he could lie on his favorite pillows, hear your quickening heartbeat, smell your perfume and distinct scent. he’d bottle it up if he could. you let him rest there a while longer, massaging the taunt muscles of his back and shoulders.

rafe would much rather spend every day like this with you, cuddled up and limbs tangled so thoroughly he doesn’t know where he ends and you begin.

since im a demon and evil i was having alternative thoughts like what if rafe came home and just wanted to smoke a blunt and do other things or what if he just needs to take his stress out in other ways okay goodbye this way too long already i just loved the prompt sm!

[4norizz]

The CEOs Girl

Summary— Lando and Oscar live to spoil their girl, but when she notices others talking she gets upset.

Warnings— mentions of sex ; she sits on Oscar’s lap ; sweet boyfriends ; couples shower (Oscar) ; cuddling (Lando)

A/N— I got carried away…

Masterlist

Dividers @bernardsbendystraws @dollywons

Request— Landoscar where they’re like powerful mafia bosses or ceos or just themself (famous f1 drivers) but they’re so soft and spoil their girl but their girl is like in uni and she gets made fun of for lying she has a boyfriend (s) that are that rich/famous and they gift her things etc and they finally hard launch or something

“You have your bag?” Lando asked her. She nodded and turned on her heels, the ones she begged Oscar to buy her. She turned to see Oscar fixing his shirt for ‘business’ and he gave her a stern look.

“You have your computer? Tablet? Phone?” He asked her. She playfully rolled her eyes and said she had everything she needed. She gave him a kiss on the cheek, leaving a pink stain mark. The very lipstick Lando had to double take on the price.

“I have everything, thank you boys.” She giggled. She left for classes, wearing the expensive jewelry, clothing, and other expensive things the boys had spoiled her with. She got to class and realized she was the only one dressed up like an expensive doll.

The professor did the lesson and she wrote her notes in pretty pink glitter pen, catching the eyes of others. Once class was over she saw people talking while looking at her and laughing. When she would usually be praised in public, she was being judged.

“This is uni not a runway.” One girl scoffed. “Seriously what is she even wearing?” Another added. She kept walking to her next class, trying to dismiss the comments. She took a seat and texted the boys.

‘I don’t like it here :/‘ responses flooding quickly through about why or who hurt her. ‘Girls are talking about how I’m too dressy and dolled up’ she texted back. She hadn’t gotten a response after that, the lesson beginning anyway.

When the door to the class opened and the professor respected the presence she looked up from her glittery notes and saw Lando speaking with the professor. Lando made a come here motion when he noticed she could see him and she packed her things and left with him. The girls from earlier whispering about how she was probably using him for fame.

“They didn’t touch you?” He asked as if he was a body guard. “I swear if they did-“ he sighed his anger away, clearing his throat.

“No, just talked about me.” She said shy. His face fell and she had that sad look in her eyes. Lando knew that look all too well, she was about to cry.

“Oh my baby, come see.” He said soft, his voice gliding through her ears like honey. She hugged him tight and he held her head while she confided into him.

He walked her to the car and opened her door after taking her bag. He put her bag in the backseat and got in the drivers. “Where’s os?” She asked, her voice soft, smooth, scared to speak. She only got this way when she did wrong or thought she did wrong. This time it was the latter.

“He’s finishing up a business deal at the office, baby.” Lando said. His hand was neatly placed on her thigh as he drove with the other. He brought her to their office and held her hand as they went in. His key card allowing them access to anywhere.

They got to the back of the back and Oscar was sitting at his desk his posture poised and his eyes focused on the screen of his computer. The printer spewing sheets of paper.

Her heels clicked quicker as she went to Oscar, sitting in his lap. He kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms around her waist. “Hey my darling.” He cooed. “Lan saved you from mean girls?” He asked, giving her loving eyes and moving a strand of hair out her face as she pouted.

Lando sat at his own desk while Oscar resumed working. There was a knock at the door and Oscar tapped her thigh for her to get up. She stood on her feet, anxious since they weren’t expecting anyone. Oscar motioned for her to sit in his chair and she did, cowering as he approached the door.

He looked through the peephole and scoffed, unlocking and opening it. It was one of the media Personel. “Media is organized, Mr Piastri. Mr Norris.” He nodded his head at them and handed a Manila folder to Oscar.

“This is all of it? That was quick.” Oscar said, his voice professional and wary it could be lousy work. Oscar flit through the papers for signatures and the well thought out schedules for the two of them. “Good job, Lando get him a new task please.” Oscar said and the man walked up to Lando’s desk. He looked over to their girl in Oscar’s chair, especially when she rolled the chair out of Oscar’s way so he could access his computer and mark the task done.

“Who’s this pretty girl?” The guy asked with a sly smirk, standing at Lando’s desk. Oscar deadpanned and Lando stood up. He slammed a job on the table that would keep the man busy for hours.

“She’s ours, now go. You’re dismissed.” Lando said harsh, his voice tinged with a rasp. His anger was rising, even if Oscar was right by her. The door opened and the man scurried off.

“Pathetic.” Oscar scoffed. “May I have my seat back darling?” He asked. She nodded and stood up from the chair. He pat his lap and she sat back down. The boys were soft and loving to her. She had accompanied them before, but they never really announced she was theirs.

“Can I show you the notes that I took?” She perked, realizing she had written them in the glittery pen Oscar had gifted her. Oscar smiled and nodded at her. She hurried off to her school bag, kneeling to grab her notebook. “I wrote them with the pretty pen you got me!”

The notes were possibly the most boring thing ever, but Oscar admired them. She was too excited for him to deflate her mood. “It’s beautiful darling, maybe now you can study notes happily.” He knew she hated studying with a passion.

“They’re so pretty, all I want to do is stare at them.” She said, nearly dumbfounded. She ran and hand over the dented page of notes. Her long nails accenting the glitter. The same nails that were marking the boys bodies the night before.

“Let’s put them away so we don’t lose them, okay?” Oscar asked, pecking her cheek with a tender kiss. She listened and put the notebook away. Lando walked to the printer and grabbed the stack of papers.

“Sweetheart, do you want to do something for us?” Lando asked. She looked to her other boyfriend and nodded, leaving Oscar’s lap and standing at attention for Lando. “These papers need some highlighting, yeah?” He was sweet with her, instead of the venom he gave others. She knew what she needed to highlight and sat on the floor by the couch they had, her feet under the low coffee table.

“Meeting times and dates right?” She confirmed, like always. Lando smiled and nodded at her, handing her a pink highlighter and the stack of papers. “Keep them in the same order.” She reminded herself. Lando placed a kiss on her head and returned to his desk.

The three of them preoccupied for hours, but halfway through the stack she huffed a breath and aggressively shook the highlighter. “What’s wrong darling?” Oscar asked, not taking his eyes off the computer.

“This stupid highlighter stopped working!” She said with an attitude and furrowed brows. Lando heard the words come out and grabbed another pink highlighter from the pack. He got up and walked over to her, kneeling at the coffee table.

He swapped the highlighters and she looked to him, her pout and furrowed brows leaving her expression. “No need to get upset sweetheart.” Lando assured her. Her expression turned shy and she got back to work highlighting.

“Next time ask nicely darling.” Oscar corrected the behavior. He didn’t tolerate an attitude, even if it wasn’t towards him. “We’re almost finished, if you’re frustrated or overwhelmed.” He said, now looking to her. Her cheeks tinged and she looked down.

“Sorry, os.” She mumbled. She ended up finishing the stack of papers and brought them to Lando. He pointed a blank spot on his desk and she put them there neatly. “Do they need to be sorted too?”

“I can do that later sweetheart, but thank you.” He smiled. A knock came at the door again and she flinched. Lando placed a hand in hers as Oscar went to open it again. This knock was scheduled, another manager this time.

“You forgot signatures.” Oscar said with tight lips. “I’ll count this as incomplete and have it done tomorrow.” He sighed, the manager leaving and Oscar putting the task as incomplete for the computer.

“Is it that hard to miss the pink highlighter?” Lando scoffed. She yawned and Lando stood up, towering over her. “Are you tired?” He moved hair behind her ear and she wrapped her arms around him lazily.

“Last thing and we can leave darling.” Oscar said, typing away on his computer. Lando tidied up his desk and locked away confidential documents while Oscar finished.

They locked up their office for the night and headed home. She fell asleep on the car ride home and they had to wake her up. “Sweetheart, you have to shower and take off your makeup.” Lando said softly after placing her in her plush, comfortable bed.

She whined and turned to face away from him. He sighed and opted to just leave her alone and sleep, but when Oscar heard she had no chance. “Darling get up.” He demanded. She sat up and pouted at him. “Lan told you to do something.” He said, his head tilting knowingly at her.

She ruffled her blankets and got off her bed. Oscar curled a hand around her waist and kissed her forehead. “Can you shower with me? I’m too tired.” She muttered to him. He obliged and started the shower for her, allowing her to pick out a sleep set and take off the makeup.

“Such a good girl.” Oscar praised as she dried her face from the murky makeup remnants. He got her in the shower and helped her wash her hair and body. She hummed at the feeling. Oscar only focusing on her hygiene for now, he would shower for himself after. She was so spoiled it hurt sometimes. “You’re so beautiful.” Oscar murmured in her ear.

She looked up at him with tired puppy eyes and he turned the shower off. He dried her off tentatively and gently, wrapping her hair in the damp towel to dry. He helped button her silk sleep shirt after she put the matching shorts on and then tucked her in bed with a kiss and sweet nothings.

“Stay.” Her voice soft and laced with sleep. Oscar held her face and told her that he had to go actually shower. “But I want cuddles.” She pouted. “Can lan come?” Oscar assured her he would ask. He left her room with the door halfway opened, the hallway light illuminating part of her room.

Lando had just gotten out of the shower so it was her lucky day. “She wants cuddles.” Oscar told Lando. They chuckled at the statement before swapping positions, Oscar starting a shower and Lando going to their girlfriend’s room.

He closed the door to a crack and she whined, realizing there was still light in her room. “Shh, sweetheart it’s just me.” Lando said quiet, soft. The bed dipped where he got comfortable and he pulled her closer into him. Her body feeling the warmth of his. His body size nearly engulfed her tiny figure as she drifted off to sleep.

The next morning they would wake up to their relationship completely publicized, thanks to the media task Lando had assigned the day prior. If anyone was going to ‘bully’ their girl, they wanted them to know who they also had to deal with. Secret photos from behind the scenes of them kissing or hugging after races. McLaren posting her as a future worker once she graduated, the fans going absolutely nuts over her.

They’re kinda ceos, kinda racing drivers, you choose

[bluehoodiewoozi]

Paper Rings

Lee Seokmin (DK) x fem!Reader

Genre: fluff

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: food mention.

[Kindergarten Teachers AU] Fearing that their two favourite teachers might break up, the kids decide to take your romance into their own tiny hands.

Big thank you to my beloved @haoboutyou for giving me the idea and helping me defeat writer's block (even if just for a day)! idk what I'd do without you, girl

“You know what? Fine! Have it your way!”

The car door was slammed closed with far too much force. A dog froze in the middle of passing by, eyeing you two with caution before continuing on his morning walk with his elderly owner mumbling words of concern under her breath.

“Well, have a good day.” Seokmin sighed and held the gate open for you, ever the gentleman even when he was annoyed and upset. “Please don’t skip lunch today.”

Eyes narrowed into slits, you turned on your heel to glare at him. “Don’t tell me what to do!”

The sound he let out was something of a groan mixed into a wail of despair. “I didn’t mean it like that, baby.”

You rolled your eyes and strolled past him with purpose. There was not a single glance spared his way until you were both well inside the building, surrounded by curious little children who looked like they had heard your argument just fine. One of them looked positively ready to start crying at the sight of you.

Sitting at your desk, you sighed. “What is it, kids?”

“Are you and Mister Minnie breaking up?” a wavering little voice dared to ask. Various noises of protest filled the room before you could even take a breath to prepare to answer the question. 

Sparing a quick look at your boyfriend, who was organising the toy shelves and deep in a conversation with one of the more shy kids, you shook your head. “No, we’re not.”

The children let out a collective breath of relief. Some high-fived and cheered in joy. A bitter part of you thought they might just be more invested in your relationship than your boyfriend was. You tried to wave the thought away as fast as it came.

“Because they’re already broken up!” a little boy suddenly declared, standing up and pointing fingers as if he’d been personally betrayed. He was all accusations and none of the ability to listen. You suspected he’d make a great – or at least popular – politician one day. 

“We are not,” you argued with all the patience only a kindergarten teacher could possibly muster. “We’re just… having a bad day.”

To your surprise and joy, no more questions were asked. Only curious glances remained. Still you thought it was the end of it. Another crisis averted, another day saved.

Behind your back, the kids exchanged looks of mischief and worry – they had a plan brewing.

Little Misoo toiled away at her desk, hands covered in charcoal smudges and ink. She had tried a big girl pen for the first time, having wanted to emphasise the seriousness of the situation, but quickly realised it was harder to wield than it looked, and so she had resorted back to her trusty coloured pencils to write the invitations. She had just ten more to go.

“I don’t understand why we’re doing this,” Jaemin finally voiced his concerns between clumsily peeling and sticking heart-shaped stickers on every piece of paper. “Everybody already knows. Why do they need invitations?”

Misoo gave him a scathing look. “You can’t have a wedding without invitations! Everybody knows that!”

Jaemin pouted. “Then should we make invitations for Mister Minnie and Miss (Y/n) as well?”

“No.” She looked at him like he’d just suggested unicorns and dragons could be best friends (they obviously couldn’t because all unicorns are vegans and dragons famously hate vegans). “They’re the bride and the groom! They don’t need invitations!”

“But do they even know they’re getting married?” 

“They will.” Misoo suspected she had the most patience any woman had ever possessed. She glanced towards the ceiling as if to challenge god for putting her in this situation and then gave Jaemin another glare. “Stop asking stupid questions and get back to work.”

A mysterious chocolate bar had found its way onto your desk. Even more mysteriously it was your favourite brand and flavour. Your boyfriend sat in a circle with the kids, reading their pre-nap fairytale, and snuck glances at you as if he was expecting something. 

You fought back a smile and grabbed a sticky note. 

When he returned to his seat after getting the kids to sleep, he found the pink piece of paper stuck on his laptop. On it, a little heart and two words: ‘You’re forgiven.’ He almost screamed of joy before remembering that he had to be quiet. He wore a dumb lovestruck smile for the rest of the hour.

Mingyu knew something was wrong the moment the kids stepped into the art room. He couldn’t quite put a finger on it but he just knew. And if the wide-eyed look Minghao gave him was anything to go by, he felt it too. 

It was only about 10 minutes in that he realised the problem: the kids were moving like they had a purpose. This was rare. This never happened on free art Fridays – usually the kids would spend the first twenty minutes trying to come up with an idea to execute. Today it took them less than twenty seconds.

Cautiously, he approached tiny Sohyun and Yunho – the first sharpening pencils at a furious pace and the other sorting through the unsharpened ones under her command. It was abundantly clear that Sohyun was working the boy like it was the military. One had to admire her leadership abilities, even if they were a little rough and loud around the edges. 

“So what’s today’s project?” he asked, trying his best not to wince when the pencil’s tip snapped in the sharpener.

Sohyun sighed in frustration before skillfully removing the graphite from between the blades and restarting the sharpening process. “Pencil confetti.”

Mingyu blinked. “I’m sorry?”

“Pencil. Confetti.” She repeated it slowly as if fearing he was dumb and wouldn’t get it otherwise. 

He tried not to take offense. “For…?”

“For the wedding,” she explained like it was obvious before gasping and turning to Misoo. “You need to give him an invitation!”

The other girl facepalmed theatrically before rushing over to him with a surprisingly neatly folded paper card. Before he could ask her about it, she was rushing to the other side of the classroom to hand an identical one to Minghao. 

‘INVITAISION’ it read in big bold multicolour letters, a large pink heart-shaped sticker sitting right under the word. 

Mingyu opened the card and his jaw just about dropped (granted, it took him about two minutes to decipher the writing and make sense of it; he couldn’t complain because he hadn’t expected any kindergarten kids to know how to write anything at all). 

“Seokmin and (Y/n) are getting married?!” He made eye contact with Minghao who gave him an equally shocked look. 

“We’re throwing them a marriage!” Hyesoo declared happily and held out a little string tied into a circle. “I’m making rings!”

Mingyu fought a smile. “So, pencil confetti and string rings?”

“We wanted to make flower rings but it’s too early to go outside yet,” Jaemin informed him with a pout. 

“And flower confetti,” Sohyun sighed and continued working the pencil sharpener like it was her day job and she was getting paid per shaving.

“... Want me to get you guys some real flowers?” Mingyu asked after a moment of thought. It wasn’t every day that the kids planned a wedding, after all. 

The kids’ faces lit up with joy like little Christmas trees. If he hadn’t wanted to do this, he would’ve felt compelled now. 

“And we could make them paper rings,” Minghao suggested with a little smile. “They would last longer than flowers.”

The kids screamed in excitement.

You leaned closer to your boyfriend, eyeing the kids suspiciously as you did so. “They’re being weird.”

Too busy to even look up —Seokmin was neck-deep in his emails—, he hummed. “Weird how?”

“Like … quiet weird.”

His attention was fully on you now. “Oh, that’s no good.”

“Look at them!” you whispered and nodded towards where the kids were supposed to be playing on the carpet. 

Instead of messing around with little trucks and dolls and teddy bears, they were braiding ribbons into each others’ hair and handing out cards and whispering secrets. You felt like you’d entered an alternate dimension. 

Seokmin raised a single brow and nodded. “Okay, this is scary.”

“Should we—” you hesitated, “—do something?”

He shrugged. “But what if we do something and they get noisy and crazy again?”

“Good point.”

The big hour was growing nearer. The kids were buzzing with excitement, ready to see their plan in action. In half an hour, it would be time to go outside to play games and throw the biggest party of their lives. 

“Okay, do we have everything?” Minsoo asked, standing in the middle of the circle on the carpet. She glanced towards the teachers’ desks – the married-couple-to-be were still unaware of their plans and working on something on their computer. She was happy with the sight, for now, and turned back to her co-conspirators. “Invitations?”

“All given out,” Jaemin replied.

“Confetti?”

“Pencil or rose petal?” Sohyun wondered. She received no answer. “Well, I have both.”

“Perfect,” Minsoo approved and continued checking her mental wedding list. “Rings?”

Bomin – universally recognised as the resident expert in paper crafts – held two rings out on his palm. The other kids made noises of approval. 

“Music?” 

Eunji nodded and hummed in confirmation. She was the only kid in the group to have a phone, even if it did only let her call her mom, listen to about fifteen songs and play Candy Crush. By all accounts, she was the coolest kid in town.

“Priest?” 

Silence. The kids turned to look at Yunho who let out a whine and slumped backwards until he was lying on the ground. “Why do I have to be the priest?”

“Because it’s a boring people job,” Sohyun told him with utter seriousness and all he could do was sigh in defeat.

Mina held up her hand and asked, “Shouldn’t we get Miss (Y/n) a wedding dress?”

“No, because she’s already pretty,” was the general consensus. 

Minsoo looked at her friends, her companions, her co-conspirators, her little minions. She nodded in approval. “People, we have a wedding to do.”

“Kids, don’t wander too far off,” you reminded them gently as they rushed outside in a single file. Somehow it felt like they were even more enthusiastic about playing outside than usual. 

Odd, you thought and pushed the thought out of your head. It had, after all, been an overall strange day. Then again, the weather was lovely and you suspected you would’ve been similarly excited if you were in their shoes. 

Still, it was weird that they were all heading in the same direction as if led by an invisible tour guide.

Seokmin nudged your side. “You’re right. They are being weird today.”

“Right?” Your brows furrowed. “What is up with them?”

“You know, I think they might have heard our fight this morning.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Honey, they asked me if we were breaking up as soon as I got to the room. I am sure they heard us.”

“Maybe that’s why they’re so weird,” he concluded with a click of his tongue before turning to you. “I’m glad you forgave me though. I’m sorry for being so dumb.”

A sigh forced its way out of your body. “You’re not dumb. You’re just … less hesitant than me.” Your fingers brushed against yours. “You know I want a future with you, I just— It hasn’t been all that long.”

“It’s been two years and eight months,” he supplied with a quiet chuckle but there was no malice behind those words. He leaned forward to kiss your cheek. “But who’s counting? Not me.”

“Right,” you deadpanned and jabbed him in the ribs with all the force of a bumblebee crashing into a human body. Your fingers wrapped around his and gave them a squeeze. “Just give me some time, okay? Soon, but not yet.”

“Soon, but not yet,” he parroted with a smile that said he was more than willing to wait.

The padding of feet pulled you out of the moment. In front of you stood Jaemin, hands politely behind his back, cheeks flushed red from the spring chill. He cleared his throat. 

“You need to come with me,” he declared and didn’t bother to wait for an answer before heading right back where he came from.

You shared a look with your boyfriend. “Did he mean the both of us?”

“I think so,” he said and shrugged before following after the boy. You sighed and did the same. 

The world came to a standstill for just a moment when you reached the old tree in the middle of the yard. It seemed that all of the kids had gathered exactly there, forming two neat groups with a little path between them leading to Yunho wearing glasses that were certainly not his own and a top hat. Mingyu and Minghao stood on either side of him with wide mischievous grins, in on a scheme that had clearly been created under your nose without you ever suspecting a thing. 

“What is this?” you asked no one in particular. 

“Your wedding!” Minsoo declared as Jaemin all but dragged your boyfriend to the other end of the makeshift path. 

Seokmin wore a puzzled smile as Mingyu started dusting his jacket and fixing his hair like a fuzzy mother. “Our what?”

“Wedding,” the kids repeated in unison like it was the most obvious thing. When you still stared at them with nothing but confusion in your eyes, they let out a collection of little sighs. 

Sohyun called out, “You’re getting married!”

“We are?” 

“Yes!” 

“Why?” Seokmin wondered while dodging Mingyu’s attempts to straighten his collar. “How come?”

“Because you had a fight and then Miss (Y/n) said you two were having a bad day,” Minsoo explained to you like you two were the five-year-old ones and they were the much more experienced adults. “And my mom always says she was the happiest on her wedding day, so now you are getting married so your day can be happy too.”

No one could argue with logic. You admitted defeat and let the girls adjust your clothes and put a little flower into your hair.

When they were done, like the woman on a mission that she was, Minsoo handed you a single red rose – a real one, you noted in astonishment – and held out her hand for you to take. Hesitantly, you did as expected. 

The moment your fingers touched hers, you almost burst out laughing when you heard the beginning notes of ‘Love Is an Open Door’. 

With a proud grin on her face, she led you down the aisle towards the old tree – towards your boyfriend. You really did start laughing when the kids began throwing flower petals onto your path. 

“You guys put a lot of thought into this, huh?” you asked.

She only smiled and led you to the make-shift altar made of an old tree log. You stood next to Seokmin who offered you a matching amused smile and took your hand from hers, giving it an encouraging squeeze.

“We’re getting married,” he whispered as if he couldn’t believe it.

Frankly, you couldn’t either. Especially when just this morning you had been arguing over this very thing. Funny how the universe works, you thought and stepped closer to his side. “We’re getting married.”

“Ladies and gentlemans,” Yunho began in a faux-official tone as soon as the song ended, holding a notebook up like he could read, “we are here to marry Miss (Y/n) and Mister Minnie. Does anybody object?”

Silence filled the yard. You glanced back to find the kids giving each other glares as if to dare the other to make even a squeak. One could rest assured violence would erupt if the smallest sound was heard. 

Yunho seemed to breathe out in relief before continuing, “Do you, Mister Minnie, take Miss (Y/n) as your wife?”

“I do,” Seokmin told him, not even bothering to fight his giggles. 

“Stop laughing! This is a serious matter!” Sohyun scolded him from the first row. 

Seokmin schooled his expression and cleared his throat, standing up straighter as if he was a mere soldier that had just received an order from his commanding officer. With all the seriousness he could muster, he repeated, “I do.”

“Good,” Yunho approved and turned to you. “Do you, Miss (Y/n), take Mister Minnie as your husband?”

You nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“Perfect! Then I announce you–”

“The vows! Don’t forget the vows!” Bomin called out from the crowd.

Jaemin gasped. “And the rings!”

Yunho seemed a little overwhelmed by the demands of the many but quickly gathered himself. “Right. Mister Minnie, do you have any vows?”

Seokmin’s lips twitched. “Sure.”

“You do?” you gasped and turned to him. “Well, come on then.”

“Do you not have vows for me then?” He pressed his free hand to his chest, feigning a wound. 

You rolled your eyes. “I didn’t realise I would be getting married today, so…”

“Then you’d better think quick because these kids are ruthless,” Mingyu leaned over to tell you.

Seokmin chuckled and cleared his throat once more. He took your other hand in his as well. “My (Y/n), my beloved, my moon, my stars, my sunshine–”

“This was a mistake,” you heard one of the kids mumble in the crowd, clearly disgusted by the amount of honorifics your boyfriend had decided to bestow upon you. Maybe she wasn’t the romantic type. 

“–I love you and I adore you. I didn’t expect to marry you today but, well, here we are, getting married, today, right here. They say that if you find the one you love, you feel like you can live forever. I am glad you’ve chosen me to spend your forever with.”

The kids cooed and awwed and squealed in delight. You would’ve joined them if you didn’t feel so suspiciously close to crying. 

“It’s your turn,” Yunho whispered to you after a moment of silence. 

You blinked back to reality and squeezed Seokmin’s hands. “Alright, well, I didn’t have anything prepared but… I can’t imagine a life without you in it, Seokmin. I can’t imagine waking up to anything other than your attempts at coffee. I can’t imagine coming to work to the sound of anything other than your singing. You mean everything to me. This wedding came as a surprise but I am so glad it did because it means I can marry the man of my dreams.”

The children erupted into cheers as Minghao held out two rings for you to take. Seokmin slipped one around your ring finger with gentle, nervous grace. You did the same for him and smiled wide when he leaned forward to kiss your lips. 

Boys fought grimaces of disgust while girls giggled and squealed in delight. ‘Love Is an Open Door’ commenced playing once again as Yunho ushered you back down the aisle to be showered in flower confetti.

“Not at all what I thought they were planning,” Seokmin leaned towards you to whisper. “I did not expect this.”

“Is it weird that I’m not mad about it?” you asked and rested your head against his shoulder. “I know I said I wasn’t ready for marriage this morning but–”

“As far as I care, this marriage is all that counts,” he told you with a giddy smile and pressed another kiss to your lips. He held his left hand out for you to see, wriggling his fingers to show off his new paper jewellery. “I have a ring to prove it now.”

[dilemmaontwolegs]

You Came, You Called || LN4

Summary: when strangers follow you from the nightclub there’s only one person you want to call.

Warnings: angst, threatening behaviour, fluff

WC: 2.4K

Lando stirred at the sound of his phone ringing on the bedside table. There were few people who could get past the ‘do not disturb’ setting that came into effect after midnight. With bleary eyes he reached for the phone and cringed at the bright light in his face but the sight of your name chased away his exhaustion.

It had been 162 days since you last spoke to him. It had been 162 days since he had ruined everything. He regretted his foolishness for every single one of those days and his stomach flipped at the thought of hearing your voice.

“Hey,” he answered, a flinch following as his voice cracked from lack of use while he slept. He quickly cleared it before trying again. “Hey.”

“Hey, baby.”

Alarm bells rang in his head and he sat up straight. Had you called the wrong man? That thought soured in his mouth.

“I’m on my way home.”

It wasn’t your unsteady voice he was focused on but the male voices that sounded far too close for his liking. “Aw, don’t call your boyfriend. We only want to talk.”

“Where are you?” Lando was already pulling on a pair of sweatpants and grabbing the first shirt he came across. “Are you okay?”

“No,” you whispered with a tremble in your tone. “I miss you.”

“Tell me where you are, sweetheart. I’m on my way.”

“Come on, gorgeous, it’s just a bit of fun,” a man called out and Lando saw red when he heard you choke back a sob. He knew the sound because he had been the reason for it before, and it had haunted him ever since. “He doesn’t have to know.”

“I’m heading towards Chocolat Boutique, please hurry.”

“I’m coming, sweetheart. I’m on my way.” Lando was already racing down to the garage and jumping in his McLaren. The engine roared loudly in the underground space before he tore out onto the street. “Keep talking to me, okay?”

The small store would have closed hours ago, but it was down the street from Jimmyz nightclub which was where you probably had been. He didn’t even know you were in town, and he didn’t have a right to know your whereabouts anymore.

“I’m scared, Lan.” The pain echoed around him as his phone connected to the car and played in surround sound.

“I know you are, but it’s going to be okay. I’m almost there, I promise.” He didn’t care about speeding tickets or running red lights. He flew through the narrow streets as he was forced to listen to the cat calls.

“I didn’t know who to call,” you admitted as you tried to walk faster but your heels hindered any escape. The three men were getting closer but they were in no hurry as they prowled both sides of the street to herd you along.

“You can always call me, love,” Lando swore, taking the last turn fast enough for the tires to squeal in protest. “And I’ll always answer.”

He found you on the footpath clutching your phone to your ear, hand cupped over the microphone as you spoke to him. Fear had widened your eyes and your normal stature cowered under the gaze of the men behind you.

Twisting the steering wheel, Lando skidded to a halt beside you and threw the door open. You had seen him angry before, when races don’t go his way, but this was beyond anger. Waves of rage rolled off him as you leapt into his arms, your trembling form finding itself molding perfectly back into his body. Two puzzle pieces slotting back together.

“I got you, sweetheart,” he soothed as he cradled the back of your head and glared over your shoulder. “You’re safe now.”

He might not have been the most imposing figure but you knew Lando was strong and regularly had boxing lessons for training. You had no doubt that if anything escalated he would use every lesson to protect you, but the cowards shrank back into the shadows of the shops.

“Let’s get you home.”

You were in such a state of shock that you didn’t see Lando wince at his mistake. You hadn’t called his apartment home for 162 days, not since you packed your bags and left. But right now you longed for that place where you had felt so safe and secure, tangled in his sheets and he curled his body around yours.

He opened the passenger door and reluctantly stepped out of your embrace to guide you into the seat. The doors locked as he started the engine and you exhaled a heavy breath of relief when the street was left behind.

Tearing your eyes away from the tinted window, you looked at Lando properly and saw his disheveled appearance. “I’m sorry for waking you.”

“I’m not.” He took his eyes off the road for a second before reaching over to take your hand. “You’re freezing.”

He couldn’t tell if you were shaking because you were cold or if it was the adrenaline leading to shock. Dropping your hand he reached behind your seat to grab a hoodie that was always left in the car. The material was soft and smelled like him as you pulled on, inhaling deeply at the familiarity of the scent.

“I miss stealing these,” you whispered as you buried your cold hands into the front pocket.

Lando chuckled at the admission. He missed seeing his hoodies on you and asking if you knew where his favourite ones were. You would lie and he would smile at how terrible the attempt was.

“You can steal that one, if you want. I have too many now that they don’t mysteriously disappear.”

The car pulled into the garage and you found the space where your car used to park now filled with a pretty Lamborghini. A new sense of sadness hit that of course everything could be upgraded and replaced. “You can take me to my hotel. I wasn’t thinking clearly, you probably have company.”

His lips turned down at the thought and he shook his head. Lando understood why you would assume that, after all it was the reason you had left. What he had thought was harmless flirting had wrought destruction on his relationship with you. He knew he should’ve deleted the messages as soon as they were received but a moment of weakness when he was away from you led him to reply.

He betrayed your trust and he had regretted it ever since.

“There isn’t anyone,” he said as he parked. “There isn’t anyone ever, just to be clear.”

You mulled over his words as you stepped out of the car and accepted his hand, trading the warmth of the pocket for his palm. You kept hearing the insinuation echo with each step in the empty garage.

“Did you go out alone tonight?”

You shook your head. “Ana felt sick so she left. I should have gone with her.”

“So why did you stay?”

You weren’t ready to admit there was a slight hope you would see him so you just shrugged. It was Saturday night in Monaco and Jimmyz was the place to be - especially for a handsome, single man like Lando. You hadn’t wanted it to be this way though.

“I stopped going there after…a couple of months ago,” he said as he unlocked his door.

“Why? You loved that place.”

“I loved going with you,” he corrected. “I got to hold you and dance, show you off to everyone. When I went back, everyone just wanted to use me.”

You could imagine the women fawning over him and the men trying to be his next best friend. Sex or money, it was all they wanted from him.

“I’m sorry, Lan.”

“Lan,” he chuckled, following the light down the hall to his bedroom. The blanket was tossed aside and his charging cord was half hanging from the wall, a testament to how quickly he had left his bed to rescue you. “No one else calls me that anymore. It’s always Lando Norris, full name, so fucking weird. It’s Lando Norris getting out of his car. Oh, look, it’s Lando Norris scratching his nose.”

You laughed at his impersonation and sat at the edge of the bed. It was such an innocent thing but it brought back a million memories made in this room and he was seeing them all too as he stood frozen.

“Are you going to stand there all night, Lando Norris?”

His eyes traced your lips that mocked him before he shook his head of the thought that entered his head. Going to his wardrobe, he grabbed a loose shirt and tossed it to you before turning his back. “That’ll be more comfortable to sleep in than your dress.”

You laughed to yourself as he turned away, despite intimately knowing every inch of your body, until you found his eyes in the reflection of the mirror. His tortured eyes dared you to tell him to look away, but they begged you all the same. Maybe you were feeling grateful for the rescue, or maybe it was just an old habit that you held his gaze as you rose to your feet and let your dress fall to the floor with his hoodie.

His eyes darkened and he groaned, but the sound woke him up from his stupor. “I’ll go sleep on the couch.”

“Wait.” You took a step towards him as he stepped towards the door. “Please stay.”

He heard the fragility in your tone and the residual fear from the evening creeping back. He knew it was a bad idea but he couldn’t find the words to voice them as he gripped the door handle.

You watched his fingers release their tight hold before he nodded. “But please put the shirt on,” he pleaded as you tested his self restraint.

It was summer and the air still held warmth despite the early hour, but you dutifully pulled it over your head and climbed into the sheets. Lando waited until you were completely covered before he walked around to his side of the bed and curled up at the edge.

You both lay in silence, back to back, watching the shadows on the wall as the minutes ticked away. Lando was like a heat seeking missile and he was fighting an internal battle to keep from rolling over and curling his body around yours. You had always loved physical contact, it was comforting to be wrapped in his arms.

You knew he was awake and uncomfortable.

He knew you were awake and uncomfortable.

A few more minutes passed and you could no longer pretend he didn’t exist, or that you didn’t want the comfort he could give. “Lan?”

“Yeah?” His response was instant and you felt the bed shift as he rolled onto his back.

“Stop being weird and just cuddle me so we can get some sleep.”

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

You giggled and reached blindly for him. “I am already.”

Your hand found his arm and he shimmied across the space until it curled around your waist. His knees tucked behind yours and his breath warmed your neck as he whispered, “I’m sorry. For everything. I know you hate me, but-”

“I don’t,” you interjected, twisting your neck to look at him in the dim light. “I did, I really did. But I don’t anymore.”

“You should. I hurt you so bad. I deserve your hate.”

You swallowed down the lump in your throat and looked away as you admitted aloud what you had known for a while. “I can’t hate you, Lan, not when I still love you.”

Lando froze still behind you and you weren’t sure if he was even breathing. “You still love me?” Disbelief, wonder, hope - it was so saturated in that question.

“I thought something terrible was going to happen to me tonight so I called you in case it was the last time I could. I didn’t want ‘I hate you’ to be my last words to you.”

Lando’s gut clenched at the thought and his arms tightened around you, crushing your back to his chest. “I wish you called sooner, I would come day or night to get you.”

“I know.”

“I don’t think you do,” he said sadly. “Every weekend for the past five months I wonder if you are out drinking and clubbing. I know it’s not my place, and I lost all right to know where you are, but I need to know you safe, sweetheart. It kills me to think that there might be someone else looking out for you, because that was my job. It should still be my job, to protect you, because I love you too. I never stopped loving you.”

You squirmed in his arms but they were too tight to move. “Lan, I need you to let go of me,” you murmured.

“I’ve tried, but I can’t. I can’t give up on us.”

“Lan.”

His breath was shaky but he released his tight grip on you, despite his desire to keep you close. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said any of that.”

He started to pull away but you finally had room to move and followed. “Lando! Come back, you muppet. I just wanted to see your face without breaking my neck,” you laughed.

He paused, a little from appearing between his brows. “Let go…oh…” His eyes lit up even in the dark room and he bundled you back into his arms. “Muppet is my word.”

You nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck and inhaled his scent. “I stole it too, like your hoodies.”

“I was a muppet so you can have it this time.” He pulled back so he could find your eyes. “Where does this leave us?”

“You broke my trust.” You felt him deflate at the words. “But when I needed you, you came.”

“You called.”

Your chest felt light with emotion those two words brought and you combed your fingers into his dark curls. “I don’t know where this leaves us but what I do know is that I really want you to kiss me.”

His eyes widened in surprise. “Now? Are you sure? It might just be the adrena-”

“Shut up and kiss me, Lan.”

He didn’t need to be told a third time.

[perseephoneee]

heatwave [clark kent x f!reader]

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request from @eurydiceauxenfers

a/n: omg GUYS i'm remembering to do REQUESTS bc my life isn't CHAOS anymore yippeeee but also i'm still working on some passion writing projects so grant me some levity. anyway, this one is for you Eurydice my love.

wc: 2.1k

Heatwave | Clark Kent

Smallville had been smoldering with the recent heatwave, the humidity wearing down on everyone’s skin and leaving people miserable. It was a record high for the town, having not been so hot in several decades. You could probably fry an egg on the sidewalk if you so desired.

You and Lana had escaped to the Talon after school, almost collapsing in the doorway by the blast of cold air. You had thrown on shorts and a tank top, holding your hair off your neck from the sweat, causing it to stick to your skin. Lana wasn’t fairing much better, but she had the natural cheerleader charm that caused even glistening skin to look good. 

“Hey Lana,” you panted, heading lolled back against the couch cushions. Lana turned to you. “Can you tell my parents I loved them when I eventually die from this heat?”

“I’ll even write you a eulogy,” she chuckled. You swatted her arm. 

“Such a supportive friend.”

“The Talon has A/C; it’s just…struggling right now,” Lana gestured to the vent that sounded like it was running a marathon to cool down the place. You were going to respond when the front door opened, and Clark walked in, causing both you and Lana to shut up. 

To say Clark was attractive was an understatement. He was tall, all muscle, and way too nice, which wasn’t helping the situation. Right now, he was downright torturous. 

“What happened to you?” I asked, my voice strained as I looked him up and down. 

“Spilled water on myself,” Clark shrugged. “But it was cold water, so that’s nice.”

“Yep, super nice,” Lana sighed, shooting you a look. Clark’s shirt was completely soaked through at the front, leaving the offending fabric to be plastered to his pectorals and abdomen. You felt like this was the Garden of Eden, and he was the apple you were really not supposed to eat. 

“I’m getting water,” you announced, sitting up in your chair and going to the bar. Literally, anything to get you stopping from having salacious thoughts about Clark. 

Even though you were finally starting to cool down, your skin still felt warm to the touch, and your clothes were uncomfortable as you walked. The denim of your shorts was too thick for the weather, and you wished you had opted for a dress of some kind. You made it to the bar without any hiccups and started pouring yourself a glass of ice-cold water. You debated the merits of just dousing yourself in the ice. You didn’t realize when Clark appeared behind you. 

“Hey Y/N–”

“Jesus!” you swore, dropping the glass of water all over Clark’s already wet shirt. You both stared at each other. You were easily startled, as evidenced by the fact your water was now on Clark. He tried to squeeze out some of the water, but all it did was reveal his defined abdomen. You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. 

“I’m so sorry, I get surprised easily,” you apologized, grounding yourself back in reality. Clark just smiled at you, giving up. 

“You’re okay, I shouldn’t have snuck up on you.”

“You didn’t sneak up on me.” I scratched the back of my neck. “I’m just not observant.” 

Clark gave you an easy smile as if it really wasn’t an inconvenience. You suppose it wasn’t, considering the heat, but you felt bad. You also felt incredibly turned on, which you were electing to ignore by reciting dull facts in your head. You snap out of it long enough to offer a solution. 

“I have an extra shirt in my car if you want it; it’s a men’s XL.” You gestured outside, raising a brow. 

“That’d be great, thanks,” Clark grinned. You loved his grin because it was toothy and innocent for a boy who, from the outside, looked like a man. You spun on your heel quickly to head outside, actually groaning when the suffocating heat hit your skin. Clark just chuckled behind you. 

“Don’t laugh! It’s awful out here, and I hate it,” you mumbled, crossing your arms. Clark walked up beside you. 

“It’s a sauna.”

“A sauna is a field day compared to this Hell,” you cursed. Clark just shook his head at you as you walked to your car. It wasn’t parked far away, thank God, and you grabbed the extra shirt quickly and tossed it at him. He started peeling off his shirt right on the sidewalk, and you promptly covered your eyes. You could hear him laughing. “Public indecency, much?”

“Don’t act like you haven’t been staring,” Clark replied, and your cheeks heated, not from the temperature. You finally uncovered your eyes to see he’d changed, your shirt actually fitting him normally where it was baggy on you. You huffed.

“You’re a tease, you know that?” you hummed, poking his chest. He grabbed your wrist, thumb brushing over your pulse. Your breath hitched. 

“It’s easy to tease you,” he smirked. You playfully hit his chest with your other hand. 

“When did you get cocky?” you raised a brow, shaking your head slightly. Clark shrugged, letting your wrist go. 

“Not cocky, you just…make me feel confident.” He said it like it made perfect sense, even though you felt like you were trying to keep up. You had no idea how anything you did could make him confident. Sometimes, just when you thought you understood him, you were proven wrong. You coughed, looking away from his gaze. 

“I’m going back to the A/C,” you started, maneuvering past him. 

“Oh, wait!” Clark exclaimed, grabbing your bicep as you tried to pass. He immediately let go of it, blushing. “I actually did have something to ask you.”

“Okay?” you crossed your arms.

“I’m struggling on this assignment from Ms. Lewis, and I was wondering if you could help me.” Clark looked down nervously. “You’re the only one I know who does well in her class.”

“I can help,” you smiled. “I…can come over later? If you want.”

Clark beamed like you’d given him an award. 

“Sounds good. 6pm work?”

“Yep,” you gave him a quick smile. You both returned to the Talon, you actually skipping in once the cold air hit you. Who knew heat could make you so ridiculous?

You stayed there with Lana there for a while, Clark heading home at some point to help his parents out before dinner. By the time you left, the sky was only slowly making its way down in the sky. It’d be several more hours of sweltering heat before the cold air set in. You drove to the Kent’s, the windows rolled down and the A/C blasting the whole time. You had on your favorite music, and it was the most at ease you felt all day. By the time you pulled up at their farm, the sun had gone down some more, and the heat was slowly easing up. Not a lot, though; it wouldn’t become bearable for a while. 

You made your way over to the barn, climbing the steps to where you knew Clark would be. He was fiddling around his telescope when you got up there, and he deliberately made your footsteps creak so he knew you were there. 

“Whatcha doing?” you asked, making your way up the last steps and walking over to him. 

“Just…some adjustments,” he mumbled, finishing and wiping his hands up. He stood up to his full height and gave you a smile. Your heart skipped a beat, and you brushed it off. “Thanks for coming over.”

“Yeah, no problem,” you shrugged, moving to sit down on his couch. You saw he had his papers out, and you glanced over it. Your eyes scanned the words before you took a pen and crossed things out. 

“What’re you doing?” he inquired, brows furrowed. 

“Correcting your grammar,” you replied. “For a journalist, I’d assumed you’d be better.” You gave him a teasing smile at that, which he just glared at. 

“You’re as bad as Lois,” Clark grumbled, which just made you laugh. 

“Do you have any water?” you asked, looking up amongst your corrections. Clark nodded, running away for a second and coming back quicker than humanly possible. You smiled in thanks, taking the cup and taking large gulps. You missed the way Clark’s gaze fixed on your throat and then your mouth as you wiped the drops away. “Thanks,” you murmured, gesturing to the cup. 

“I-I have your shirt as well.” Clark grabbed it from one of his desks, the shirt freshly clean and neatly folded. 

“You could’ve just kept it,” I said, giving him a glance. 

“It’s yours,” he replied, and that was that. 

You helped Clark with his essay for a while, only taking a few unsavory glances a couple times. You were quite proud of yourself for your ability to hold it together, even if he made it difficult. By the time you were finished, the sun had started to set. You glanced at the pink and purple rays out of the corner of your eye and got up off the couch to see it more fully. 

The barn had the perfect view of the sun, the horizon a dark splotch as it slowly disappeared behind it. It gave a golden hue to everything in Smallville, the clouds an array of pinks and purples. Out here in the farmland, it was peaceful. You took in the sunset with reverence. 

When it was finally starting to disappear, you turned and collided with Clark, who you hadn’t realized snuck up behind you. He reached out a hand to steady you, and you glanced up at him unexpectedly. He didn’t remove his hand from your arm, his touch a warm presence as you worked to settle your heart. His eyes scanned over your face as if looking for something, and you had no idea what it could be. His free hand went up to your cheek, not really cupping it, his thumb lightly tracing your cheekbone. You shivered for the first time that day. 

He stepped in closer, and your heart became a steadily beating drum. His other hand left your arm to touch your neck, brushing over the hair that had come out of your ponytail.

“Clark,” you murmured. “Are you sure?” You weren’t entirely sure of what you were asking. Still, you felt uneasy letting the moment continue without speaking up and acknowledging that this was a choice, not an instinct. 

Clark gave a small smile. “I’m sure,” he muttered before he pressed your lips to yours. 

It was soft and gentle, with barely any pressure at all. Almost a test to see if you’d run away. But you’d run away, not from this. So, you pressed back into him, deepening the kiss. You let out a gasp as his hands dropped from your face to your waist, encircling you as he tugged you closer. You were on your toes to reach up and wrap your arms around his neck. His kiss was a smoldering fire; it didn’t burn you alive but rather warmed you from your head to your toes. His hands were gentle, never touching you in salacious ways but rather holding you. Like he was preparing for you to change your mind. 

You parted with a gasp, struggling to catch your breath. Clark pressed a kiss to your jaw and then the spot on your neck where your pulse was the loudest. You shuddered. He pulled away, looking at you with heavy-lidded eyes as he awaited your response. 

“You’re– this–” you breathed, words failing you. You ended up laughing instead, which seemed to relax Clark. He chuckled alongside you. “You’ve been driving me crazy all day,” you settled on saying, brows furrowed as you looked down. Clark barked a laugh. 

“You’ve been driving me crazy.” He cupped your cheek, tilting your head up. “I mean, look at you.”

“Look at me?” you raised a brow. “I’m not doing anything, Mr. “Oh-I-spilled-water-on-myself-and-now-everyone-can-see-my-abs.”

Clark laughed right as his father yelled from the barn’s entrance that dinner was ready. You looked at him with alarm, even as he seemed perfectly calm. 

“I can’t go to dinner with your parents looking like this,” you hissed. Clark just looked at you with amusement. 

“Looking like what?”

“Hot and bothered,” you responded. Clark chuckled because, of course, he was finding this situation so amusing. You swatted his arm, which didn’t help his laughs. 

“Hot and bothered was the intention.”

“I will smack you again.”

“I’d love to see you try.”

You hit him one more time, his laughter echoing through the ramparts. 

[astraljedi]

Dirty Laundry (Joaquin Torres)

Summary: You ask your roommate Joaquin for a favor—but when he finds your little secret friend, he decides to return the favor. Just you, him, and your favorite toy… turning a shitty night around.

Pairing: Joaquin Torres x Female Reader

Warnings: Explicit sexual content (18+), masturbation, oral sex (f and m receiving), use of vibrator, light restraint, overstimulation, mirror sex, soft aftercare, established sexual tension, strong language.

Word Count: 3.6K

A/N: I got inspired because I saw a clip from the movie heart eyes of the female character throwing her vibrator in the closet. I haven't scene this movie but I saw a second of that scene and I was already typing this fic. Enjoy!

Read part 2 here

- “You have a date?” Joaquin leans against the laundry room doorway, sipping a beer, wearing his football jersey and a backwards hat. His favorite team must be playing tonight.

“Yeah,” I say, pushing my bulky comforter into the dryer. “Dean’s in town for a few days.”

“Ah, the Navy pilot.” Joaquin rolls his eyes and steps aside, letting me pass him in the hallway of our shared apartment.

“How do I look? You think this is too much?” I ask, standing in the middle of the hallway. I smooth the hem of the new dress I bought earlier this week—a midnight blue mini that hits mid-thigh, with long sleeves hugging my arms and a square neckline dipping low enough to push my boobs up just a bit. The dress is flirty—the perfect thing to do what I want it to do tonight: get Dean and his marvelous self into my bed after months apart.

I really like Dean. He’s charming, smart, always takes charge when it comes to planning our dates and those spontaneous little trips to another state—usually to one of his family’s vacation homes. It’s been over a year since we started dating, but his Navy schedule was hard to get used to at first.

Joaquin clenches his jaw, scanning me from head to toe. “You look way out of Dean’s league.” He pushes my shoulder playfully and heads toward his bedroom. I follow, my strappy heels clicking against the floor, making me feel taller—sexier.

“Can you be the best roommate ever and make sure my comforter dries, then take it out of the dryer?” Joaquin sits on the edge of his dark blue comforter, and I stand close, looking down at him with my hands on my waist.

I notice him staring, his eyes focused on my cleavage.

“Don’t tell me you’re planning on bringing Dean over,” he groans, throwing himself back onto the bed dramatically. “Doesn’t he have a hotel room he can take you to instead?”

“Can you just do it, please? For me?” I pout, sitting beside him. The dress rides up a little as I do. “I’ll make you lunch for work for a whole week if you help me out.”

He looks at me, debating if it’s worth his time. “Fine. But it better be your carne guisada with white rice,” he grumbles, sighing. I pat his thigh and stand up, feet firm on the wooden floor of his bedroom.

“It’s a deal.” I head to the doorway but pause in the frame and look over my shoulder. His eyes dart from my ass to my eyes quickly, thinking I didn’t notice him checking me out. “I’ll text you when I’m like ten minutes out. Wear your noise-cancelling headphones.” I wink at him and walk toward my bedroom to grab my bag.

I hear my phone ping and suspect it’s a text from Dean telling me he’s outside. I spray a little perfume and make sure my hair isn’t a mess from wrestling with the comforter earlier. I leave my bedroom door wide open and head toward the stairs. I shout back to Joaquin, telling him I’m leaving, and open the door expecting Dean waiting for me by the car—but he waves from inside the car instead.

That’s weird. He always waits for me outside his door and helps me into his expensive car. I shrug it off, locking the door behind me and pushing the thought to the back of my head.

The restaurant Dean chooses is nice. It usually is. Dean always picks somewhere new—somewhere a little over my budget—but he always insists on paying, and I don’t argue with a man who likes to treat his date.

“Do you like the wine I picked out?” Dean asks. He picked it for me, like he usually does.

“I do. It’s soft for a red,” I say, though I’m usually more of a white wine girl. He nods, taking a sip of his own drink. My phone lights up on the table and I glance down at the screen—Joaquin. Dean’s eyes catch the notification and I quickly turn it off before he starts with his insecurities about my boy roommate.

“Congrats on making Lieutenant, by the way. How do you feel?” I ask, trying to shift the conversation.

“Not a big deal. I already knew it was happening,” Dean says with a shrug, eyes skimming the menu, uninterested in keeping the conversation.

My brows knit together. Dean’s been acting off since picking me up. Usually, he waits by the passenger door and opens it for me, but this time he just sat in the car. When we got to the restaurant, he didn’t grab my hand to lead me to our table like he usually would. And he hasn’t said anything about my dress—he always has something to say.

Maybe I’m reading too much into it. “Oh.” That’s all I can say. My eyes fall to the menu in my hands, scanning the main courses even though I’ve lost my appetite. Maybe he’s just hungry. He did just arrive from the airport a few hours ago.

“I wanted to talk to you,” Dean says, reaching across the table to gently push my menu down so I’ll look at him.

“About what?” I tilt my head, leaning in.

“You’re amazing and gorgeous—I mean, look at you tonight.” He smiles, taking my hands into his. “This past year has been fun, but I’m ready to settle down somewhere. Start actually building the life I want.”

“Dean...” I blink, stunned. I wasn’t expecting this tonight, not even this year. We’ve talked about marriage, family, and the future before—but this feels so sudden.

“I’m engaged,” he says, still smiling. The words make my stomach drop. “I proposed a few weeks ago in the Hamptons. I’ve been meaning to break things off with you, but I didn’t want to do it over text or a phone call. You don’t deserve that.”

He rubs his thumb over the back of my hand. I yank it away immediately.

“So calling me earlier this week and inviting me to dinner to tell me you got engaged to someone else was your idea of what I deserve?” I raise my voice, and a few heads turn our way.

“Can you lower your voice, please?” he whispers, glancing around.

“Oh, you don’t want the whole restaurant to hear me call you a fucking dick for dumping me after leading me on for a whole year—all while you were with someone else?” I shoot up to my feet, my chair screeching against the expensive marble floors. I grab the wine glass by the stem and toss the deep red liquid onto his pristine, expensive shirt. “Your wine selection sucks, by the way.”

Dean gasps, scrambling to stand. “You’re a crazy bitch! This is Armani!” His eyes bulge like I’m the insane one here.

“It’s worthless now—just like you, asshole,” I snap, spinning on my heels and marching out. The restaurant falls into stunned silence behind me. The hostess by the door hangs with her mouth agape while the room starts to murmur.

Fuming, I stomp down the sidewalk, heels clicking hard against the pavement. I walk a few blocks away before ordering an Uber—I refuse to be anywhere near that restaurant when Dean leaves. I won’t give him the satisfaction of a last word after what he pulled.

I’m not even heartbroken. I’m just fucking pissed. This man has been seeing someone else all this time, lying to me. Telling me about our future plans. Maybe all this time, this was his plan with me.

When the sweet woman Uber driver drops me off at home, I storm up the small stairs on the porch and unlock the front door. I slam it behind me and toss my bag onto the little entry table. I don’t even bother texting Joaquin that I’m home early. I head straight for the kitchen and grab the sealed bottle of white wine Joaquin bought me a few days ago.

Screw the glass—I take a long sip straight from the bottle. Then I head upstairs, passing Joaquin’s closed door, and go straight to mine. I leave the door open and throw myself face-first onto my bed. The comforter is laid out—nicely. Not the way I would’ve done it, but the effort is there.

At least I can count on my roommate for something.

God, this is not how I imagined tonight going. How pathetic.

Still wearing my dress and heels, I lay back and sip the wine again, trying to erase the whole disaster from my mind.

A soft knock at my open door pulls me from my thoughts. I glance up, propping myself on my elbows, and meet Joaquin’s eyes. He looks at me first—his gaze lingers at my chest before flicking to the bottle in my hand.

“You okay? Did something happen?” he asks. He doesn’t step inside, but the concern in his voice is clear.

I let out a laugh—a small one at first, then louder, almost unhinged. “Dean’s fucking engaged,” I finally manage between fits of laughter.

“Engaged?” Joaquin’s face contorts in confusion, mirroring my own earlier.

“He took me on a date to break up with me because he got engaged a few weeks ago,” I explain, taking another sip.

“What a fucking asshole,” Joaquin mutters, shaking his head. “I never liked him anyway—he was always too cocky.”

“You never like the guys I bring home,” I say, smirking despite everything. “But hey, if you see a video floating around of someone tossing a glass of red wine at a guy in a restaurant with marble floors? That’s me.”

“Good for you. I’m proud.” He chuckles, leaning against my door, still watching me.

“I’m just going to take this amazing dress off, take a shower, burn it, and call it a night.” I rest the wine on my nightstand but don’t get up yet. “Thanks for taking this out of the dryer,” I say, smoothing the comforter.

“You know, you should be careful with what you throw in with your comforter,” he says, a small smirk on his lips. I scrunch my nose, confused. Joaquin doesn’t move, but he pulls out my light blue bullet vibrator from behind his back. “I was about to throw the comforter on your bed when this little guy fell before my feet.” 

My eyes go wide and I jump toward him to take it, but he grabs my wrist and hides it out of reach. “Joaquin, come on. I’ve already been embarrassed once tonight.” I try to break free from his grip, but my eyes land on his—dark and filled with something I’ve only seen once before.

My insides flip. The heat of his chest against mine makes my nipples harden beneath the lacy material under my dress.

“I don’t want to make fun of you, I promise.” He leans down, close enough for me to feel his rapid breathing. Jesus. I swallow the whimper in my throat as he pushes me against the door. “You don’t have to spend the rest of the night alone with your toy.” His lips brush my jawline, and I arch my back, bumping my hips into his.

“I don’t want to be alone,” I whisper, my voice small. He shoves the bullet into his pocket, pulls my face close with both hands, and crashes his lips onto mine. I moan into his mouth, my hands sneaking up to his waist and under his shirt, running along the muscles of his toned back.

He pulls me off the door and leads me to my bed without breaking the kiss, his tongue meeting mine. His hand lands on the back of my neck, deepening the kiss even further. The back of my knees hit the mattress, and we fall to the bed. He uses one hand to hold himself up while the other glides over my smooth calves and up the side of my thighs.

I lift my hips, my dress riding up as I grind against his now growing bulge. “Joaquin,” I breathe out. His lips pull away from mine, leaving a trail of kisses down my neck. He bites and licks the swell of my breasts, tugging the material of my dress down to expose my breasts.

I’m grateful I matched my lingerie tonight. 

Joaquin bites the lacy material and pulls it aside, freeing my nipple to the cold air. He licks the stiff peak with one slow stroke before pulling it into his mouth. He twirls his tongue around it, sucking hard before releasing it with a pop, then blows cool air over it, smirking as I squirm beneath him. He lifts himself up, kneeling on the mattress. He removes his shirt over his head, and I stare at his perfectly tanned, muscled torso.

I look at him and lick my lips, drinking him in—his lips red and swollen, pupils blown wide, and his cock straining against his grey sweatpants. 

Fuck, why haven’t we done this before?

Joaquin grabs my waist and flips me, stomach down onto the mattress. I brace myself on my forearms and arch my back, pressing my ass up for him to use me however he wanted. His fingers trace a slow path along the backs of my thighs as he keeps me spread open with one leg. I glance over my shoulder the moment I hear a low buzz. I bite my lip, watching him trail the cool vibrating bullet over the same path as his fingers. I gasp as he presses it to my lace-covered clit, trying to grind against it, but he holds me still with a firm hand on my hip.

“You’re under my care, baby. Let me praise you.”

Joaquin hovers over my trembling body. The hand on my hip moves to the zipper on the back of my dress. His lips brush behind my ear, pressing wet, sloppy kisses as the zipper slides down with torturous slowness.

He keeps the bullet on the lowest setting, circling my soaked clit slowly, teasingly. He removes the vibrator and peels the dress from my body, tossing it aside. The fabric brushes my sensitive nipples, and I whimper, aching for his touch—but his hands are nowhere on me.

“Patience,” he murmurs against my skin, his lips trailing down my spine. He lowers himself to my core, squeezing my ass cheeks as his nose brushes the lacy fabric covering my wet heat. Joaquin presses his nose against me, inhaling deeply. I fist the pillows, barely holding myself together.

“You smell divine,” he growls, hooking a finger into my lingerie and sliding it down. Cool air hits my exposed sex. Before I can catch my breath, his lips crash into my folds. He spreads me wider, eating me from behind. I moan loudly, my eyes squeezing shut, legs trembling as his tongue sucks my clit, then teases my soaked entrance, pushing inside me.

He turns the vibrator back on and presses it to my clit as his tongue works me open.

“I’m not going to last,” I gasp, my voice catching. I glance at the mirror behind us and see him between my legs, grinding his hips into the mattress, his face buried in my sex. The sight alone makes me shudder.

“Joaquin.” I chant his name, my knuckles turning white around the pillows. He doesn’t stop. He increases the vibrator’s speed, sucking me dry. The sounds—the wetness, the panting, the desperate moans—blur my vision. It’s too good. Too much.

“Baby, too much, please,” I gasp, trying to squirm away.

He pulls back and flips me onto my back. The toy still buzzes against the bedding. He kneels between my legs, his knee digging into the mattress to keep me open. My chest heaves, trying to steady my breath. His lips are wet with me, and he smiles proudly.

“Fuck,” he groans. “You’re a dream.”

I lean forward, desperately grabbing the waistband of his sweats. I need him now—need to feel him stretch me, fill me, cover me. I free him, stroking his length as he looks down, lips parted, sighing at the sensation.

I bring my mouth to his tip, pressing a kiss to it before taking him in. I flatten my tongue to the slit, tasting the salt of his precum. I slide him deeper into my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat, my nose brushing his skin.

He fists my hair, holding me in place. I breathe through my nose, one hand bracing on his hip for balance, and suck him slowly. I pull back halfway, wrapping my hand around the rest of his shaft, stroking and licking his cock. He throws his head back, moaning my name.

“You love sucking my cock?” he groans, bucking into my mouth, forcing me to take more. I nod, moaning, cheeks hollowing as I suck harder. “What beautiful noises you make. Look at you—soaking the bed.” He chuckles breathlessly, his knuckles brushing my cheek as his eyes flick to the wet spot behind me. I grind my hips against the sheets, needing friction.

He pulls me away from him, leaving me gasping, teary-eyed. “So pretty.”

This time, I grab his shoulders and shove him onto the bed. I straddle his lap as he watches me. I grab the vibrator from the bed and turn it up a notch. I trail it down his chest slowly, circling a nipple and dragging it to his waist, where my wetness coats his skin.

Now it’s my turn to play.

I do the same to myself—trailing the toy down my chest, teasing each nipple. My walls clench with anticipation. I shiver as I press it to my clit, grinding against him. Joaquin grips my waist, his fingers digging into my skin.

“Fuck,” he swears.

I’m close again, but he grabs my hand and steals the orgasm from me. I cry out in frustration. He switches the toy off and tosses it across the room.

“I’m the one who’s allowed to make you come now. Enough playing.” His voice is rough, commanding.

He lifts my hips, and I line him up. I try to slam down, but he stops me. He keeps full control.

“Please,” I whimper, my hands over his, trying to wrestle control back. He chuckles wickedly—it’s no use. He lets me sink down slowly, the pace killing me. I open my mouth to complain, but he suddenly thrusts upward, leaving me gasping.

I brace my hands on his chest.

“All this for me,” he moans, brows furrowed with restraint. “Jesus, baby.”

He lifts me again and slams me back down. I let him use me, meeting his thrusts mid-air. “I’m not going to last,” I mumble, high on sensation. My eyelids flutter, my legs trembling, the coil inside me about to snap.

Joaquin flips us over and I squeal as my back hits the pillows. He slams into me harder, lifting one leg over his shoulder to spread me wider. I throw my head back, the new angle brushing against a deep, dizzying spot inside me.

His hips snap against mine, the pace relentless. My skin radiates heat and sweat sticks on my skin. I grab the back of his neck and pull him into a kiss, I need to feel him everywhere. 

He braces one hand on the headboard as it creaks against the wall. I slip my tongue between his lips—I taste myself on him, and I moan. His hand slips between us and circles my clit while he pounds into me.

And I fall apart without warning, gasping his name and my body convulsing. His forehead presses to mine, our breaths uneasy. I clamp around him as he thrusts sloppily, then groans into my neck as he comes deep inside me.

We lie there panting, his face buried in my neck while I stroke his hair. I feel our mess leaking out as he pulls out and I wince when he gently lowers my leg from his shoulder.

“God,” I pant, my legs trembling. Joaquin slips out of the room and returns with a warm towel. I didn’t even notice he’d pulled his sweatpants back on. He sits at the edge of the bed, spreading my legs and carefully cleaning the mess between them.

I whimper, overstimulated even by his gentle touch. When he’s done, I sit up and rest my chin on his shoulder, his hand on my knee.

“You okay?” I ask. For once, I can’t read his face, and it makes me nervous. Did we just mess everything up?

“Yeah. Are you?” He brushes his thumb across my knee, a touch so soft it makes my heart skip.

“Fuck, why haven’t we done this before?” I blurt and he laughs. “You’ve been hiding this from me,” I tease, dragging my nails down his back.

“I’m sorry for what happened with Dean tonight.” He leans in, pressing a kiss on my cheek.

“It’s okay. I’m out of his league anyway.” I laugh softly.

I stand up from the bed, and my jello legs almost betray me, but Joaquin keeps me balanced on my feet with a steady hand on my waist.

“We should order in. I’m starving.” I pick up his jersey from the floor and throw it over my body, too lazy to grab something from my closet.

Joaquin licks his lips, looking at me. He stands up from my bed, and his chest meets my back. A hand roams from my chest up to my neck. He leans my face back and catches my lips for a slow tongue kiss.

My hand lands on top of his, the one holding my neck, and if he didn’t have me pressed against his chest, my legs would’ve given out. He pulls away and looks down at me, and I smile already tipsy from him alone. 

“Yeah, let’s fuel you up, because I’m not done with you,” he says, smacking my ass and leading me downstairs to the kitchen.

[charlotteking27]

Lost Paddock Pass - MV33/1

Max Verstappen x reader

Summary: You forget your paddock pass so now your being chased by security guards.

You walked into the paddock wearing a flowy pink dress paired with a Hermes white bag, Louis Vuitton heels, and a white bow in your hair.

Scanning your paddock pass, you walk through the entrance. As expected Paparazzi were already taking pictures of you, probably because you were dating a three-time world champion.

As you walk, you notice Max explaining something to Charles. You quickly sped up your walk before wrapping your arms around Max's waist and hugging him.

"Hi Maxie", you said but it was muffled by your face buried in his chest.

You could feel his chest vibrate in laughter before hugging you back and swaying your body from side to side.

"Hi Liefje, Come on let's go inside", He smiled bringing your body inside Redbull hospitality not before saying goodbye to Charles.

"Are you ready?" you question Max.

Today was an important day for Max, it was his home race the Dutch Grand Prix.

"Don't worry Liefje, I will win for you and for my home", Max said reassuringly, he was excited to win in his home race.

Max's whole family was here to support him in his home race. Though you were still iffy about Max's father being here, knowing about Max's past experience with his father was not good.

"Shit Schatz, I forgot my phone in the car...can you go grab it for me please", Max said slightly panicked.

You agreed, grabbing Max's car keys on the way out. You didn't want to stress out Max more today, He already has a lot on his mind since its his home race..

You quickly left the garage, walking towards the exit of the Paddock before heading towards the driver's parking area. You head towards the parking spot that had Max Verstappen on it, unlocking his car.

You retrieved his phone, smiling at the wallpaper, It was of you and him in cute matching Pajamas sets for Christmas.

You held the phone going towards the paddock, remembering you had to scan back in to go through, you search for the pass through your purse.

"Damn it, I must have lost it in the Paddock...What do I do?" You panicked knowing they won't let you in without a pass. And you couldn't phone Max since you had his phone.

You shyly went up to the security guard, trying to play a conversation in your head on how this would turn out, nothing good.

"Excuse me, sir, I lost my paddock pass, I had already went in today but I quickly had to get my boyfriend's phone from the car," You said shyly while holding up your boyfriend's phone hoping they would let you in.

"No pass, No entre," The security guard said pointing towards the exit sign.

"But um sir, one of the driver's Max Verstappen is my boyfriend", you tried to explain but the security only glanced at you clearly not believing you.

You walked away pouting in defeat trying to figure out how to get in the paddock without a pass.

The only thing you could think of is just to run straight in.

"Okay, You got this", you said to yourself, trying to build up some courage.

You ran straight, stopping to jump over the metal fence before running away. You could hear screams and shouts from the security guards demanding you to stop, even threatening you to be banned from future races.

You bump into someone but not stopping only loudly apologizing, not affording to stop by any means necessary. People quickly moved out of the way seeing you being chased.

You ran as quickly as possible but It's not easy since you're running in expensive heels at that.

You saw fans and paparazzi following you, hoping to get the reason why the security guards were running after you like a criminal.

Already hearing the headline Max Verstappen's girlfriend being chased by guards all because of a paddock pass, sentenced to 5 years in Jail.

You frowned at the thought but quickly your frown turned into a happy one seeing the Redbull garage close by, but the security guards were almost catching up to you.

At the perfect moment, you saw Max walking out of the garage probably looking for you since you have been gone for a while.

In a split-minute decision, when you were close enough you flung yourself straight into Max's arms hiding your face into his chest trying to catch your breath with all that running.

You saw the security guards run up to you, "Sorry Mr. Verstappen for the inconvenience we will escort this girl out".

Max put up his hand stopping the security guards from touching you, "No need, this is my girlfriend", Max said.

The security guards look at you and then at Max before realizing their mistake not wanting to see Mad Max.

The guards apologize to you and Max before walking away. Max then quickly ushers you inside the Redbull garage away from prying eyes.

You quickly gave Max his phone with an awkward smile on your face.

"What happened Liefje?" He said taking his phone before sitting you in his driver's room and giving you a bottle of water.

"Well, I got your phone but lost my Paddock pass somewhere so I tried to explain to the security guard that I knew you and I already came into the paddock. But he denied my entre," You said pouting at the memory.

"So, What did you do instead Liefje," Max said entertained with the story, squishing your pouty cheeks playfully.

"I decided to jump over the metal fence and run towards the Rebull garage but the guards were chasing me until I saw you and flung into your arms," You said hugging Maxie tightly around his waist since you were sitting and he was standing in front of you.

Max just laughs at you, "You had quite an adventure today Schatz".

You grin playfully before taking off your heels massaging it.

"Oh, Liefje it must have hurt to run in those heels, huh", Maxie said before taking your feet and massaging them for you, it felt like heaven.

"Next time, I will give you multiple copies of your paddock pass so you never lose it", Max said jokingly before you also joined in the laugh agreeing it was a good idea.

[angel-writes-skz-here]

Oops

Bang Chan x AFAB! Reader Synopsis: Your sweet son, Hwan, is at the wrong place at the wrong time. Warnings: A little smut, oral (f. receiving) and a lot of fluff A/N: Thank you for the request! I sincerely hope you like it! I'm going to write more stories about these 3 because I'm lowkey in love with Dad! Chan now. Requests are OPEN!

You and Chris finally moved in together, Hwan was quickly adjusting to having his father around more and more, he wanted Chris to take him everywhere on the days he was off, play toy cars and dinosaurs and all the things.

The day came to an end at work and when you opened the door to your now shared apartment, the sight filled your heart with so much love.

Chan was on the floor on his hands and knees and Hwan was on his back playing ‘horsey’. Neither of them heard you come in and you shut the door quietly, listening at Christopher neighed and raised up, causing Hwan to squeal in excitement. Your smile only got wider as you could see how much more enriched your lives had all become. You really were a little family.

Chris turns around with Hwan balancing himself on his back and see’s you, his eyes grow wide before a cheeky smile plays on his face.

“Say buddy, you think Eomma wants a turn?” you blush at his innuendo and giggle.

“I’m good, you keep playing while I make dinner.”

“I want chicken nuggets!”

“You always want chicken nuggets,” you playfully tease your son as you run up to him picking him up and kissing his cheek. He bursts out into laughter and Chris raises up to his feet, rubbing his back.

“Oh don’t tell me you’re all ready old, Channie,” you tease. You offer him a wink and he smirks.

“I’ll show you who’s old later tonight,” he murmurs in your ear and you giggle swatting his chest. He kisses your lips, soft and deep. You sigh against him, a little lost in the moment before you hear Hwan get one of his robot toys and turn it on, breaking the sweet moment. You smile at each other as you look at him.

“I’ll make dinner,” he whispers as he takes your bag off your shoulder gently and sets it down in the kitchen. You step out of your heels and sigh as you sit down on the couch.

As Hwan requested, he got his chicken nuggets for dinner that night. The meal time is sweet, filled with conversations that your little one couldn’t help but be apart of.

“And then, appa took me to the park, we saw ducks!” he says excitedly.

“Oh my goodness! I wanna see ducks.” You say feigning jealousy.

“You have to go to the park,” your son informs you as if you didn’t know.

“I can’t see them anywhere else?”

“No,” he takes a bite and chews it absentmindedly. You two giggle at Hwan and finish the meal together.

-

The bedtime routine goes as usual. He wants both of you to tuck him in, but Chris to tell him a story.

“So the prince was a popular star, he ruled the kingdom but also the stage.” Hwan’s eyes sparkle at his father’s words.

“And he met his princess, his future Queen,” he glances at you before turning back to your son, “And she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But a dragon came and kidnapped the princess, taking her away from the prince."

“No!” he says dramatically as he puts his hands on his little cheeks in shock.

“But the prince saved her by slaying the dragon, and kissing the princess telling her how much he loved her and he swore he’d never leave her again. That she would always be safe with him around.”

“Yay!” Hwan claps his little hands and you smile nostalgically at him. Both of you kiss his forehead and Hwan lays down, Chan tucking him in. He shuts the door and you’re about to walk into the living room, before Chris pulls you into the direction of your bedroom.

“Chris!” You giggle as he shuts the door behind you. He pulls you by your waist to him and his lips mold to yours. The way the two of you fit together is as perfect and as natural as breathing.

“I was thinking,” you say in between kisses, “I have the day off tomorrow, why don’t I bring Hwan up the studio and let the guys meet him?"

“Sounds perfect,” he smiles before his hands playfully squeeze your ass. He moves his lips down to your neck, sucking, biting and licking over your pulse point.

“Ah, don’t leave a visible mark,” you warn him gently. He groans against your neck.

“I don’t want Hwan asking questions yet. I’m not sure he understands everything yet.”

His forehead drops to your shoulder for a brief moment before his lips ghost your ear.

“Fine, then get on the bed and I’ll leave them in places Hwan won’t see,” you can hear the smirk in his voice as your stomach feels the nervous excited heat flood in.

You walk over, swaying your hips a little dramatically and Chan is on your heels. Clothes are strown around the room, before the two of you get under the blankets and Chan holds himself over you. He kisses down your body, moans of pleasure quietly fill the silent room.

He licks a slow stripe up your core, your eyes fluttering closed as his tongue laps at your clit. Your hands find his hair, pushing his face deeper and he moans, the sensation and thought of making you feel good the only idea in his head. His finger works into your hole, hitting that perfect spongey spot just inside your entrance and your back arches off the bed.

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Hwan stirs awake in his dimly lit room, thanks to his wolf chanmnight light, and rubs his eyes. He grabs his wolf Chan plush, because of course Chan said he had to have everything that was wolf chan theme, and drags himself out of bed. He hears weird noises coming from your bedroom, muffled but loud enough for him to be concerned about you.

“Eomma?” Chan freezes under the blanket and your eyes snap open. You look at the innocent little four year old who’s still rubbing sleep out of his eye. His cheeks slightly red from the tears he'd cried when during his nightmare.

“Hwan! Are you ok?” Your voice is frantic as you pull the covers up over you.

“Bad dream,” he sniffles and a few tears streak down his cheeks.

“Oh, baby,” your heart hurts for him, but you can’t exactly scoop him up at the moment.

“Where’s Appa,” he begins to whine and Chris slowly moves out from under the blanket.

“I’m here buddy.” He begins to full on cry now, and you look at Chan apologetically. Chris looks over at you and he knows the night between the two of you is over.

He runs over to pick up Hwan and takes him out of the bedroom so you can throw on a robe. When you walk out to check on your boys you notice them sitting at the kitchen table.

“What’s going on?”

“I thought ice cream might help,” Chris says sheepishly.

“You know he isn’t supposed to have sugar this late,” you light scold.

“He was crying, I mean look at him. He’s so happy. I really think it’s working!” Chan’s face is a picture of happiness, even if his night isn’t going as planned.

After the ice cream Chan scoops Hwan and wolf Chan both up and takes him to your shared room.

“What were you guys doing?” he asks once him and his plushie are settled between you.

“Uh,” you look to Chan for help.

“Eomma thought she lost something in the bed so I was helping her look for it.”

“Why were you making noises?”

“Because your Appa was being very helpful,” you kiss your son’s forehead.

“Come on, it’s time to go to sleep,” you try to encourage as you and Chan exchange knowing looks.

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we love, love day! ln4 x reader

summary - with a wedding on the way, lando makes sure this years valentine’s day is one you and him will remember forever.

warnings - fluff, small amount of smut towards the end (oral fem receiving) extremely established relationship, lando is a loverboy, extreme valentines adorableness. wc: 2.8k !!

a/n - happy love day loves! i hope u all enjoy this little fic i wrote for yous <3 id like to give a big big thank you to @landopoet for being my lovely proof reader/editor/person i bounce my ideas off of! anyways with love..enjoy 💗

February 4th 2025

the calm hum of the McLaren Technology Centre was quiet in the background of your boss going over the preseason marketing plans for the team.

your face rested on your palm as you fought the urge to fall asleep in your chair. you’ve been in meetings all day and all you want to do is go home and cuddle with your fiancé, who’s been texting you updates throughout his day off at home. receiving pictures of him on the couch watching movies and playing games with Max Fewtrell. his updates however, went radio silent during your previous meeting.

“and with that i’ll leave you to your assignments for the week, please email me if you have any questions or concerns, see you Sunday for our livery launch” your boss announces.

you swiftly pack up your supplies into the purse Lando had bought you for christmas mere months ago.

making your way towards the spot lando agreed to pick you up, your eye catches a mix of red and pink balloons tied together, next to them stood your loving fiancé holding a pink drink with a delicious looking cake pop sticking out of it, looking at you with a giddy smile.

“well hello to you too...” you eye your boyfriends cheeky look on his face as he hands you your drink. you take the cake pop out, revealing the simple sharpie writing on the plastic lid.

will you be my valentine? <3

you laugh softly looking up to see your boyfriends eyes. the hopeful look on his face makes your heart melt.

“lan, baby, we’re getting married in 4 months” you say with a giggle. the boy scoffs at you “oh i'm well aware love, but i still need to ASK you to be my valentine. it's how the holiday works, sweetheart!”

you smile taking a sip of the drink before reaching out to link your hand with Landos, giving him a soft peck on his lips. “of course i’ll be your valentine, my love”

Landos eyes sparkle, smiling from ear to ear as he gives a gentle fist pump to the air, whispering a playful “yes! let’s gooo!” under his breath before pulling you into a tender kiss. you giggle into his lips as he pulls you closer by the hips, your lips moving together in sync before you gently pull away, reminded that you left your planner on your desk.

“i'll just be a second.. i need to grab something from my desk quickly” you mumble into his lips

he nods “okay, i’ll wait here.” you turn on your heels, speedily navigating through the quiet office. it was getting late on a friday evening and you weren’t surprised to see others having already gone home to their families.

on your way out, you cross paths with your co-worker, she smiles at the drink in your hand.

“it’s sweet how he feels the need to ask his fiancé to be his valentine” she comments, your cheeks go pink as you gaze down at the cup in your hand. you try to memorize the scribbled sentence on the plastic, wondering what you did to deserve the man who’s currently waiting for you downstairs. “he just loves love,” you reply with a shy smile.

wishing her a lovely evening, you quickly make your return to find Lando holding your balloons while typing away at his phone. his face lights up at you, taking your hand in his.

you walk to his mclaren 765LT, your personal favourite car of his. he opens the door for you before rounding the car to get in himself.

“alright pretty girl, time to get my valentine home,” he adds playfully, starting the car. he leans over the console to place a gentle kiss to the corner of your mouth before merging onto the country roads, taking you two home.

February 7th 2025

the soft stream of sunlight filtering through the curtains woke you up. you rolled over in your sheets expecting to find your sleeping fiancé next to you, only to be met with cold, pulled back sheets.

you frown, lando hadn’t mentioned going on a run this morning and your shared calendar hadn’t shown a meeting being scheduled. on a regular day, it’s rare for him to wake up first.

a pout forms on your face as the smell of maple syrup fills your senses. you sleepily make your way through the apartment. slippers shuffling across the hardwood floor, rubbing the sleep from your eyes as you turn the corner into the kitchen.

there at the stove stood a shirtless Lando, his hair askew from sleep, grey sweatpants sat on his hips, he’s smiling back at you, spatula in hand.

your breath halts in your throat when you spot the table he had set. roses and other flowers placed strategically around the table for two, surrounded in a sea of orange and red flowers. the table already set with fruit and a variety of your favourite pastries. your heart squeezed at the thought of him taking the time to set this up.

“what is all this for?” you ask, hands fluttering softly against his back before gently wrapping your arms around his bare chest. Lando smiles, rocking you both side to side.

“can’t a guy treat his girl one week out from love day?” he asks, mocking offense. you giggle, turning to give a kiss to his back before lando spins around, leaning in to give you a sweet kiss on your lips.

“i’m just surprised you managed to do this all on your own,” you tease.

he chuckles “i did actually have to call my mum.” he admits “but it still tastes the same!”

February 11th 2025

Lando left for testing yesterday and you’ve been home alone. five years into your relationship you and Lando no longer felt the need to go to testing together. you spent your day puttering around the apartment cleaning and resetting your mind for landos return.

you’d been cleaning all day, reorganizing clothes, doing laundry and even venturing into landos office to clean his helmets. just after lunch you decided a nap would do you good. right before you decided to take yourself to your room, your phone chimes.

lan <3: hey love, just hopped out of the car. it feels great! how are you doing?

you smiled at his text, a picture attached of his sweaty post race face showing you a goofy smile.

gosh you already missed that face and it’s only been a day.

you: hi baby! i’ve cleaned so much i’m about to pass out, about to take a nap but i’m happy to see ur cute face before i sleep <3333

you sent a photo back of you poking your tongue out at the camera.

lan <3: aw there she is! love you baby, enjoy your nap, call me when your up xx

liking the message you click your phone off, placing it on the nightstand before getting comfortable in your bed. letting the sleep pull you into an essential nap.

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the sun had moved through the sky when you woke, a pink glow flowing into the room. you sat up in bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. you felt well rested from your catnap, turning in your spot you catch the singular rose sat on the foot of the bed.

you scramble to your feet picking up the rose, examining it in your fingers. your look around your room slightly panicked, thinking someone broke in, you open the door to check the rest of the house.

swinging the door open you step out into the hallway, you feel a flutter at your feet, looking down you see a trail of rose petals. you gasp slightly, slowly following the flowers into the living room you stop in your tracks when the room is filled to the ceiling with bouquets of roses.

there were too many bouquets to count, you tried. you got to thirty before you gave up. moving to the kitchen where there were more bouquets to be found covering every surface there was.

placed in the middle of one of the bouquets was a letter, reading the envelope your stomach erupted to butterflies

my love

recognizing the handwriting was landos, you rip open the letter.

hey beautiful, i know i can't be home right now but i wanted to do something special because i love you more than words. 72 bouquets of roses for the 72 hours im away from you. see you soon pretty girl, i love you xx

L <3

flipping the card over you chuckled at the parting message

ps. max used his spare key to place these while you were asleep, i know you were probably worried about someone breaking in. he should still be outside if you wanna go say hi, love you, call me when you can!

you dashed to the front door, opening it to see a very disheveled max fewtrell stood on the other side. The man still had stray petals in his ruffled hair. you had to cover your mouth to muffle the giggles from escaping.

“lando promised me best man if i did this, you're an EXTREMELY heavily sleeper by the way” is all he says before raiding your fridge for leftover pizza, as you pick up your phone to ring the love of your life.

February 14th 2025

Lando woke up first again. the sunlight peeking through the curtains. he rolled over to find you sleeping soundly next to him, he couldn’t help but admire your peaceful state, you looked adorable with your face squished into the pillow.

he gently tucked a strand of hair behind your ear before crawling out of bed. Today was the day he had planned down to a T. he spent the past two weeks waiting to shower you with his love.

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you stirred in your sleep to find Lando laying between your legs, soft kissing fluttering across your stomach, as he lifted your his shirt. You whimper softly when he sucks on the valley between your tits. your hips bucked as the heat between your legs grows.

“ ‘mmf- fuck lando” you moan when he trails kisses down your stomach, to settle between your thighs. licking his lips when he pulls your panties to the side. your core was dripping, Lando taking his fingers, spreading your wetness through your folds, praises falling from his lips as his nose brushed against your clit.

your hands found his curls, tugging softly to guide him through your folds, his tongue working wonders on every nerve ending. sending you dizzy.

Lando curled his fingers inside you, hitting that sweet spot that had you like putty in his hands.

he loved seeing you like this, you looked angelic, eyes closed with your lips slightly parted. you tasted amazing, he groaned as he ate you out like a starved man. his tongue running up and down your folds, sucking on your clit while his fingers worked inside you.

“oh fuck…. lando!” you were a fucking mess above him, hardly able to form a sentence as you choke on moans. landos knees went weak at the noises you made, grinding slightly into the mattress to find from release. he relished in the sounds that tumbled from your lips just for him

“ come ‘for me baby, let me hear ya” he slurs into your folds, drunk on your taste.

the vibrations sending you over the edge as your finish on his face with a loud moan, your slick coating his goatee, lips puffy as he takes you through your orgasm.

you catch your breath as he places soft kisses on your clit, earning small whimpers as you come down from your high. you pull him away from your legs, his eyes blown out as he licks his lips before raising to place a sweet kiss on your lips, tasting yourself on his tongue.

“happy valentines day gorgeous” he mumbles into your lips.

“happy valentines day lan” you reply sweetly. Lando switches to lie down next to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. the two of you choosing to spend a few minutes tangled together before you get up to start your day.

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your first gift of the day was a basket filled with your favourite goodies, an array of chocolates and sweets overflowing a small crochet basket partnered with a small jellycat lando had seen you dot over when you two took a trip to the market last week. you had ooo-d and aww-d at the plushie for five minutes before deciding you don't need it.

he went back and bought it the next day.

you were ecstatic when you saw the jellycat, throwing your arms around his neck while a string of thank you’s fell from your lips right before attacking his face with kisses on every inch of his tanned skin.

he laughed, “don't thank me yet, you still have one more gift.”

you raise your eyebrow at him, he matches your expression playfully before pinching your hips. lifting you off him to stand up. he leans down slightly, his face coming close to yours.

“but that's for later,” he says with a wink.

your face flushes pink and he swiftly makes his way out the room, leaving you standing frozen at his boldness.

“c’mon baby! we gotta get going!” Lando shouts to you, like he didn’t just send shivers down your spine at his words

you spent the day hand in hand, walking through London drinking overpriced coffee with Lando carrying multiple designer shopping bags with your name on it. he loved spending his money on you, letting you waltz around a high-end store with him and his wallet in tow while he got to sit on comfy couches and watch a personal fashion show.

that's his favourite pastime.

the day was filled with love and kisses, even after years together every kiss felt as special as the first. Lando loved you the same way now as he did when you were twenty and following him around the world with lovestruck hearts in your eyes. when you stumbled back into the apartment, clothes slightly misplaced after a steamy car ride home. you prepared for dinner while Lando took a nap, letting you do your thing.

the dress you’d chosen for tonight was one of Lando’s favourites, light pink silk that hugs your body in all the right places. Landos eyes lit up when you walked out, him sporting a white button up shirt with the top few buttons undone.. just how you like it, and black slacks.

“wow…you look gorgeous” his eyes raked up and down your body as you applied your lip gloss.

“and you look handsome as ever” you say, placing a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

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the restaurant was a small, italian, hole in the wall just outside of monaco. you and Lando adored dining here because you never had to worry about paparazzi, you could enjoy the company of each other during your meal.

you sat across from each other, your glass filled with some expensive scarlet wine while Lando nursed his whisky. he looked delicious, the dim lighting coating his tan skin like he was sent down from the gods just for you, chestnut curls tamed perfectly, matched with your favourite chain sitting on his neck.

your hands linked as he played with your engagement ring, your conversation casual as the waiter arrives with her notepad. Lando speaks up to order for the two of you

“she’ll have the fettuccine alfredo,” Lando points to you with a smile, “and I will have the penne marinara.” handing your menus off, you're left alone once again.

“now before food comes i want to give you one last gift” Lando speaks, reaching under the table, your browns knit in confusion as he places a small gift bag in front of you.

carefully pulling the tissue out of the bag a small jewelry box sits inside. your eyes meet Lando's and he's smiling back at you like you're the only girl in the room. “go on… open it,” he whispers with a slight nod.

inside the box sits a dainty silver necklace, tears prick your eyes as you touch the pendant. a small L with the number 4.

“lan.,” you sniffle “it's beautiful, thank you..” you take the necklace into your hands, immediately clasping it around your neck, getting up to give Lando a sweet kiss on the lips.

even after five years, and with his ring sitting on your finger, Lando loves to show the world, and you, that you are his and how much he loves you. he loves everything about you, the way your nose crinkles when you laugh, your home cooked meals that welcome him home after a race weekend. you had been his rock for years and will continue to be in for the rest of his life. He smiled watching you sit across from him, looking at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

“just think, next valentines day,” he leans forward slightly, “we're gonna be married!” he whispers excitedly like you were keeping a secret. you giggle at him, matching his excitement.

“i know, i'm worried that if you went all out this year, what's gonna happen next year when i'm your wife!?” you joke, he giggles, throwing his head back slightly as his chest shakes with laughter.

“don't underestimate me baby, i've already got plans.”

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thank you for reading ahhh i hope u enjoyed

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