#and my friends walked me to and from my car

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Summertime Sisters

Male Reader x Yuna x Anna

Tags: 9k, smut, creampie, oral, threesome

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Watching two naked young women splashing joyfully in the moonlit waves was just what I needed to restore my worn-out soul.

They were too far to see in detail from my perch high on the bluff overlooking the beach. Only during the moments when the moon peeked from behind the thin clouds could I make out more of them.

Both had lovely figures: fit, with wide hips and average breasts. Their laughter was an uplifting symphony of delight, though muted by distance and the onshore breeze as they attacked the rolling surf.

By coincidence, I was naked too.

I don’t know why I’d stripped off. After a full day driving to the island, then having to find my campsite in the dark then fumbling around setting up the stupid tent in the car’s headlights, I was pissed off and full of reckless energy.

The midnight breeze was warm, the beach was just on the other side of the hill, and no one was around, so why the hell not? I stripped off, grabbed my stash, and picked my way through the beach grass to a bare spot of sand on the dune bluff. The sand was cool. I sparked up a joint and took in the nearly full moon and the low waves breaking on the beach below.

The two girls showed up minutes later, laughing and talking as they strolled across the sand, their words masked by the wind and surf.

At first, they stood together, halfway between the bluff and the waves, talking quietly. Hidden by the dark and the beach grass, they didn’t notice me watching from the bluff.

One said something and the other exclaimed in protest. They talked more then the first girl threw up her hands, stripped off her sun dress and ran naked to the water’s edge. She beckoned to her friend, then waded deeper and dove under a crashing wave, reappearing waist-deep, wiping water from her eyes, her skin slick in the moonlight.

The other girl stood on the sand with arms wrapped around herself, looking around nervously.

After many minutes of encouragement by her friend in the water, she took a final careful look around, then stripped off her shorts and shirt and joined her friend. She squealed when the cool surf first splashed her. The other girl grabbed her arm and pulled her further into the waves.

I finished my joint and sat admiring the scene of carefree beauty. The pair splashed and shouted, jumping each time a wave rolled past or ducking under as one raced over them. The girls steadied each other as each wave hit or helped the other up when one got swept over.

They seemed to be around my age—early or mid-twenties. I wanted to trot down the hill and join them, to splash naked in the cool surf, but I knew better.

Eventually, the cool water must have got to them. The pair emerged and strode to their clothes, wrapping arms around themselves. With no towels, they struggled pulling their clothes on over wet skin.

They talked a little longer, then hugged. The girl in the shorts and t-shirt went back along the beach the way they had come, leaving the other behind.

The fun was over. I pulled out another joint to fortify me for the trip back to my tent, crouching to shield the lighter from the breeze. When I looked up, the girl in the sundress had walked nearly to the bottom of the bluff, where the path led straight to me.

If I stood to run back to my camp site, she would surely see me in all my naked-ass glory. So, I crouched low, hoping she would stay down on the beach. But she started picking her way up the narrow sandy path directly to where I sat.

Before she got too close, I called out.

“Hey? I don’t want to scare you, but there’s someone up here.”

She froze and looked up. I sat up and waved an arm.

Peering up quizzically, she called, “Is it just you up there?”

“Yup.”

“Were you spying on us?”

“Uh, no. Not on purpose. I was sitting here watching the waves way before you and your friend showed up.”

She nodded. “Is that you smoking that?”

I shouldn’t have been surprised. The smell of weed carries like nothing else.

“Yup,” I said. “That’s me.”

“Mind if I take a hit?”

I grinned. “Uh, sure. But...”

Before I could finish, she marched up the path towards me. I could see more of her now: a pretty girl-next-door face, her hair a mess. Modest breasts filled out the top of her dress.

There was no time and nothing for me to cover up with, so I clamped the joint between my lips and covered my crotch with my hands.

She stopped. “What the…? You’re naked? You’ve been watching us and jerking off, haven’t you?”

I explained how I had just arrived after hours of driving and felt like doing something a little wild. After all, it was long past midnight and no one else was around, at least until her and her friend showed up. And lovely as they were, I was too tired and too stoned to jerk off.

Approaching, she eyed me critically, then nodded to herself. Tucking her dress under her ass, she sat cross-legged on the sandy path, just out of reach.

She leaned over and plucked the joint from my lips.

“I can relate,” she said. “My sister and I have been doing nothing but work. We were too tired to sleep, and it was too hot. We came here to let out some steam.”

She took a long drag, then she threw her head back to exhale.

I said, “That was your sister with you? You work here?”

She handed back the joint. “We are waitress over at the lobster suppers. Did it last summer, too. Pays for almost the whole year of college in the fall.”

I told her I’d heard tourists came from everywhere for the beaches, the summer theater, and the lobster suppers. Busloads visited them all summer. I didn’t know they were so profitable.

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “We all get a cut from the tour bus companies. And rich tourists bring their entire families or treat their business buddies. We smile, show some cleavage and if you ignore the occasional pat on the ass, most tip really well.”

“Never ate lobster,” I said. “So where do you stay? Gotta be expensive in a resort town like this.”

“We rent a site for the season here in the campground. Our dad leaves our pop-up trailer here at the start of summer.”

“That’s smart,” I said, taking back the joint. “I worked construction after high school. Pay was okay, but it’s hard work.”

She looked me up and down. “Is that why you’re so fit? Or do you work out?”

I laughed. “My family run a farm. Guess how I spent my summers growing up? Both are plenty good for staying in shape. Also, hard work.”

“Yeah? Serving tourists is no picnic either,” she said. “And this time of year, it’s non-stop.”

She looked out over the ocean and breathed in the salt air.

“Mmm. It’s pretty when the sea is like this.”

“It’s incredible,” I said. “This is the first time I’ve ever seen the ocean.”

“Seriously?”

“I grew up where we’ve got mountains, some big rivers, a few big lakes, but nothing like this.”

“So, why’d you come here?”

“One of my friends grew up here. He never stops going on about it. I really needed a change of scenery, so I said fuck it, borrowed some camping gear and drove twelve hours to get here.”

“We only have a four-hour drive,” she said. “My family came here every summer when we were growing up. Lots of good memories. But it’s different when you work here. It’s just work, sleep eat, and repeat. This is only the second time this summer we got to go for a swim.”

“Naked?”

She grinned. “Was that a treat for you? I’ll skinny-dip any chance I get. It feels sooo good. And no one seemed to be around, so why the hell not?”

“It looked like your sister took some convincing.”

“Yeah. She’s the cautious one. Always a little shy. Speaking of which...”

She reached for the joint, watching with amusement as I handed it to her while keeping one hand covering my crotch.

“...it looks like you’re a little shy too.”

“Uh, well, it seemed polite to cover up. Didn’t want to seem like any more of a creep, you know? I’ve never been caught naked before.”

“No?” she laughed. “I have. And I’ve seen a dick before, too. So, relax. You saw us, after all.”

“Yeah, from way up here. Not up close.”

Taking a long drag of the joint, she gave me an expectant look. Reluctantly, I moved my hand away.

She looked briefly and gave an appreciative nod. “There. Isn’t that better?”

“Uh, guess so.”

Grinning, she sucked back the last of the joint.

“That was good stuff. Where did you buy it?”

“I brought it with me.”

She wagged a finger. “Ooo, naughty. You know, it’s only legal here if you buy it here from the official stores.”

I smiled. “Gonna turn me in? Report me as a nudist drug smuggling peeping tom?”

She laughed. “Not if you share. My stash ran out two weeks ago. The closest store is way back in city and we don’t have a car.”

“Well, I do,” I said. “I plan to drive into the city in a day or two. I’ll bring you back something good.”

“Well, aren’t you sweet?” she said. She got to her feet, brushing off her dress. “Do that and maybe I’ll find some way to thank you.”

She grinned, looking me up and down again, then started picking her way down the path to the beach.

Scrambling to stand, I shouted, “Hey, wait! What’s your name? Where do I find you?”

She called over her shoulder. “Yuna. Meet me here tomorrow. Midnight.”

Without looking back, she waved an arm and started walking down the beach.

I yelled, “I’m Andy,” but I couldn’t tell if she heard or not.

—

That night I couldn’t stop thinking of the girl, Yuna. How open she had been, sharing a joint with a complete stranger, especially one she’d caught naked.

In the morning I explored the resort town, though calling it a town was a bit much: it was just a long strip of road packed with attractions, motels, tourist shops, and restaurants.

Everything was family friendly without a single bar or nightclub. All of it was sandwiched between rolling farmland on one side and the endless ocean on the other.

The beach was almost as endless. White sand stretched as far as you could see. Walking on the sand was exhausting, so I strolled barefoot on the damp packed sand by the water. Tiny birds pecked the sand as each wave receded, then scurried away each time one came in.

Bikini-clad women passed, and throngs of families huddled under beach umbrellas and built sandcastles. Tiny white fishing boats puttered around on the wide ocean.

The surf was mild, so later I went for a swim and discovered salt water tastes terrible and jellyfish stings hurt like hell.

Far down the road, I found the famous lobster suppers, the parking lot crammed with tour buses, motorhomes, and family SUVs. Curious, I stepped inside.

It reminded me of the big steak houses back home: one huge dining hall partitioned in sections of individual tables by low walls. But instead of decor being junk, everywhere was garish maritime kitsch: lobster traps, ships wheels, fishing nets, model boats and red plastic lobsters.

A group of sweaty older men barged past, crowding out the door. The last guy turned to snarl something foul at the cute but exasperated girl behind the reservation counter and gave her the finger.

With a sympathetic look, I asked, “Was it something you said?”

“Only that we couldn’t change their reservation for two to a reservation for seven buddies at the last minute. Apparently, that makes me worse than an ugly bitch.”

I laughed. “You look all right to me.”

She smiled and did a little curtsy, casting me a flirty look. “Why, thank you. So do you. Do you have a reservation?”

“Oh, I just came in to look.”

“Well,” she said sweetly, “we happen to have a table just open up. Want it?”

“I dunno. I’ve never had lobster. What if I don’t like it?

“Not a problem. You can have steak. Or scallops. Or lobster and either one on the side.”

They sat me at the far end of the hall, by picture windows overlooking fishing boats tied to the wharf. The paper placemats had printed instructions on how to open and eat a lobster. It seemed like a lot of effort just to eat a big sea insect. I opted for pre-shelled lobster with a small steak on the side.

I ate while scanning the room for Yuna. Then I spied her far on the other side, looking harried, being pulled in all directions at once. I waved, trying to catch her eye, but the place was hopping, and the servers were scrambling to cater to the crowd.

One time she saw me waving, but there was a crash as a table with restless kids knocked a plate of food to the floor. She scrambled to deal with the mess.

When I finished, I couldn’t see her. I wanted to hang around, but the place was so noisy and busy I needed to leave.

—

At midnight, I sat on the bluff watching the ocean, this time dressed in shorts and a T-shirt.

By twelve I was about to give up, then nearly jumped out of my skin when a hand touched my shoulder from behind.

“Sorry I’m late,” Yuna said. She wore a tighter-fitting sundress this time. She sat close on the sand.

“Anna—that’s my sister—didn’t want me to come. She freaked out when I told her about last night. She’s sure you’re a serial killer or a drug fiend.”

I lit up the joint I’d been holding on to and took a drag.

“Maybe I’m both,” I said, handing it to her.

Yuna chuckled. “Nah. I’m a pretty good judge of people.”

“I went to the lobster supper for dinner,” I said.

“Yeah? You were lucky to get a table. I didn’t see you.”

“I saw you. But you were being pulled six directions at once. Is the place always that busy?”

She nodded. “Always. Told you it was no picnic. Wait... who was the host? The greeter? Was it a tiny girl?”

“Yep.”

“Did she flirt?”

“A little.”

Yuna made a face. “That was Yeojin. The little slut. She hits on everyone. Anyway, next time, throw a bun at me or something. I’ll comp you a free bowl of chowder. Did you like the lobster?”

“Not a lot. The steak was better.”

“You know we sell almost as much steak as lobster?”

“Well, cows are tastier. And a damn sight prettier.”

Yuna grinned. “There’s a joke: ‘The first person to ever eat a lobster must have been pretty damn hungry.’”

I laughed. “So, which do you like?”

“Neither. I don’t eat anything that has a face, pretty or ugly.”

“Wow,” I said. “Don’t tell anyone that. Vegetarians aren’t too welcome here. So, I guess that makes you a vegetarian pot smoking nudist.”

She laughed and shoved her shoulder against mine.

“You bet,” she said. “And proud of it. Want to know what I’m studying at college?”

“Ecology,” I guessed.

“Close. Environmental science.”

“Great. So, you’re a vegetarian pot smoking nudist tree hugger.”

We laughed, watching the ocean and sharing the joint. When it was done, Yuna stood and stretched.

“Time for a swim,” she said.

“You mean...”

She pulled me to my feet. “Yup. Get your clothes off.”

We ran down to the water’s edge, stripped, and waded into the nippy water until we were waist deep.

The moon was bright enough to get a look at her. Her breasts were pleasant handfuls, beautifully shaped, with tiny nipples erect in the breeze. She had wide hips, giving her a bottom-heavy look.

Yuna was playful, splashing and trying to dunk me under. She was beautiful, smiling and splashing waist deep, naked in the moonlight. She swept my feet out from under me, and I went under. When I surfaced, wiping the stinging salt water from my eyes, Yuna stood just out of reach, laughing and teasing.

I caught her, lifted her over my head as she wriggled and squealed, then threw her into an approaching wave. I got concerned when she didn’t surface immediately. I yelled with fright when something grabbed both my ankles under the water and yanked me off balance. Yuna, again.

Soon we were tired and cold. We ran back to our clothes. It was impossible to pull them on over our wet skin, so we bundled them up and found a driftwood log to sit on near the base of the sand dune bluff.

The warm ocean breeze dried us quickly, but Yuna made no move to get dressed. Neither did I. We sat side-by-side watching the waves and stars.

A welcome sense of peace settled over me. Back home, we only had oceans of grass. Or corn. Or wheat. Seeing all that water was strange, but somehow comforting.

Yuna nudged me. “So what’s your story? What did drive so far to escape?”

“Just needed a change, that’s all. The factory I worked at shut down. Then my girlfriend left me for someone else.”

“Ah, there we go—the truth! Were you together long?”

“Two years.”

“Ouch. Let me guess—the guy she left you for doesn’t deserve her, right?”

I sighed. “No. He does. He’s my friend—Was my friend.”

“Well, that’s shitty.” She chuckled then laughed.

I turned to Yuna and smiled. She met my gaze and smiled back.

“You know,” she said, “Too bad you didn’t like the lobster. They say it tastes like pussy.”

She grinned like a kid who just told their first dirty joke.

“Oh, do they?” I said. “Don’t see how. Every pussy tastes different.”

“An expert, are you?”

“Nah. I’ve never had any complaints. Been a while, though.”

Yuna hesitated, scanning me, then leaned forward to meet my lips.

Her lips were sweet and as soft as the breast she guided my hand to. We kissed, hands roaming over each other as the ocean breeze caressed us both.

When we finally separated, I couldn’t stop smiling.

Yuna picked up her sun dress, shook it and spread it out on the sand behind the log. She stood, then lay back on it, inviting me to join her.

“We could go back to my tent, you know.”

She just shook her head.

We kissed and caressed each other, our need growing. I had never met anyone like her, and never before been so comfortable with someone so quickly.

She sighed happily and held me to her when I slid lower to take a breast into my mouth. I massaged and teased her other breast, then caressed her tummy, her thighs, then finally touched her pussy.

Yuna pushed up her hips to meet my fingertips and widened her legs. She was already slick. With the pads of my fingers, I teased all around her mound and delicate lips, briefly brushing the hood of her clit then avoiding contact.

She stroked my cock and spread the leaking precum over the sensitive head.

Her eyes were wild with need as she urged me onto her, guiding my dick towards her opening.

“Fuck me,” she whispered.

“Not just yet. I wanna check something.”

Yuna giggled when I escaped her grasp and slid lower, planting kisses along the way: between her breasts, over her tummy, then to just above her pussy. Her skin tasted of ocean salt.

Moving lower still, I parted her legs. Her clit was peaking from under its hood, so I gave it a tiny lick of my tongue.

“Oooo,” Yuna moaned, and spread her legs wider.

Settling in, I began exploring every part of her with fingers, lips and tongue while Yuna pushed her hips to meet my face, gasping and groaning as I caressed and rubbed every part of her tender folds.

Carefully, I introduced first one, then two digit into her warm, slick tunnel while teasing around her clit. Yuna cried out and bucked, grabbing my head, trying to force my face into her.

I held on as she writhed, playing, rubbing and teasing, building her excitement.

Never had I been with someone so animated and was thankful for the darkness and sound of the surf masking her cries and groans.

When it seemed right, I took her tiny nub between my lips and suckled gently while twisting and probing my fingers inside.

Yuna mashed my face into her, then came with a gurgling groan.

I lifted up to watch, still massaging her gently. She was beyond beautiful: her eyes were screwed shut, back arched, head thrown back, one hand gripping my head, the other flung out to claw and grasp the sand, her skin glowing under the moon.

Before Yuna completely recovered, I slid up, careful to get any sand off my dick, then nudged the tip at her entrance. Her pussy seemed to be pulling me inside.

Still panting from orgasm, Yuna grabbed my hips and urged me into her.

I pushed and retreated, pushed and retreated, inching deeper each time. Yuna’s mouth was open, and her eyes were locked with mine as we joined. Finally, when I was buried fully within her, she locked her legs around me and pulled me into a kiss.

It wasn’t one of those frantic first-time fucks. We started into a sensuous, slow summertime mating, neither of us in any hurry for it to end.

The warmth of Yuna’s body beneath me and the heat of her snug clasping passage contrasted with the cool night air. Each time I entered her, she sighed and moaned and met each thrust, angling her hips seeking the best angle, the deepest penetration.

Soon I was losing control and from Yuna’s increasing energy, it seemed she was getting close too. She ground against me each time I bottomed out, clinging with arms and legs as I took her.

Suddenly, she gasped, and her pussy began rhythmically clutching at me. I pushed into her once more as deep as possible and tumbled over the edge.

It seemed to last forever: Yuna locked onto me, riding out another orgasm as I pulsed inside her, filling her eager body with jet after jet of cum.

Finally, all strength left me, and I collapsed, sliding to one side so as not to crush her. Yuna hugged me to her as I recovered.

She was smiling when I opened my eyes.

“Someone should write a song about that,” she said, stroking my head.

“I don’t think any song could capture it. That was incredible. You’re incredible. And you taste way better than lobster.”

“Oh, gee. Thanks. I try to maintain a crustacean-free flavor down there.”

I laughed.

She kissed me. “You can taste me any time you want. Don’t even have to ask. No one’s ever made me cum like that.”

We lay beside each other, gently caressing, until Yuna said, “I want to do it again. But my shift starts at two and I know my sister is still awake worrying about me.”

We made plans to meet the next day, but earlier. We dressed, then she walked back along the beach. I went back to my tent, drained, but happier than I’d been in a long time.

—

The camp sites like mine next to the beach were on open ground. With the ocean breeze blocked by the rising lip of the sand dune bluff, my tent became unbearably hot by the time I woke around nine.

Yuna was all I could think about. I didn’t want to wait until that evening to see her again, so after a quick breakfast, I grabbed the campground map and set out on foot to find her trailer.

All the other campsites were sheltered in among the pine forest far from the beach. I walked the looping dirt roads past sites with everything from pup tents to bus-sized motorhomes. The sites were close, but separated by alders or pines, each with a regulation picnic table and firepit.

Pop-up tent trailers were everywhere, most with small kids playing or at least a car parked in front.

Finally, I spotted an older tent trailer with no car. Judging from the pine needles accumulated on the roof and how deep the wheels were sunk in the soil, it looked like it had been parked for months.

Cautiously, I crept up to see if anyone was home.

The inside flap of the screen window beside the door was half-unzipped. I stood on the step and stretched up to peer inside. On one of the fold-out bunk ends, Yuna was sleeping on her side, facing me. She was naked except for a light sheet pulled over her rump. No one else was inside.

She looked angelic. Images of our midnight mating on the beach came back, getting me aroused. There was time for a quicky before she had to leave for work. And she did say I could taste her anytime.

I hesitated. Should I surprise her? She was bold and outgoing, so I figured she’d like it. Quietly, I opened the door and padded inside. Though shaded by trees, the trailer was already roasting inside. A light sheen of sweat coated Yuna’s skin.

Shedding my clothes, I slid onto the bunk beside her and ran a hand down the soft skin of her back.

Her eyes blinked open, then widened in surprise. When she let out a yelp, I put my hand over her mouth.

“Shh,” I said. “You’ll scare the neighbours.”

Yuna’s eyes darted from me to around the trailer.

“It’s okay. Your sister isn’t here. Surprised I found you?”

When I uncovered her mouth, she said, “A-Andy?”

“Shh. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I came to take you up on your offer.”

Pushing her back, I quickly slid down between her legs. Her pussy looked even lovelier in the dappled shade of the tent trailer than it had in the moonlight.

She fumbled, trying to push my head away. “Wait! I’m not... you can’t... oh, fuuuck!”

I dove the flat of my tongue between her folds, lapping, savouring her taste while skirting her clit with my thumb. Her hips lifted instinctively, pushing into me.

“Ohgod…” Yuna breathed, her head falling back on the bunk. “Please... oh, please just...”

With one hand I reached to massage a boob and tease the hardening nipple while worshiping her pussy with lips, tongue, and my other hand.

Yuna responded instantly, gasping and moaning, though quieter than the previous night. Campers on adjacent sites would hear us if we weren’t careful.

I never thought my oral skills were anything great, but Yuna’s responses made me feel like a champion. She panted, working her arms and legs against the sheets, twisting her hips, then lay still, giving into the sensations, making sweet little mewling sounds interspersed with sighs and groans.

We didn’t have much time, so I worked her harder than before, sliding fingers into her, curling them inside, fucking them in and out while lapping and pressing all around her mons. I followed by attacking her sensitive little clit then purposely avoiding it.

Like before, Yuna grabbed my head with one hand, trying to force my face into her while clawing and flailing blindly with the other.

Soon, she seemed to be close, so I introduced a third finger into her tight pussy then sucked and pressed directly on her clit.

“Oh my gaahh!” Yuna cried, lifting her hips off the bunk. Then she flopped back boneless while inside her warm passage contracted, flooding generous wetness over my fingers.

Stroking her gently, I lifted up to watch the spectacle of her orgasm.

The trailer door opened. Yuna stepped inside. What?

It was like having a stroke, or an out-of-body experience. Yuna at the door had a towel draped around her neck, a toiletry bag in her hand. Her hair was damp.

Her mouth fell open and her eyes flared. “What the fuck are you doing?”

She ran forward, wrapped an arm around my neck and yanked me off the bunk onto the trailer floor. Before I could react, she had my arm twisted painfully behind me, pinning me to the floor.

“Anna!” she screamed, “Are you okay? Did he hurt you?”

The girl on the bunk sat up, dishevelled and fazed. She had trouble finding words.

“It’s... it’s okay, Yuna. I’m okay. It’s my fault. I... he...”

She petered off in confusion and flailing hands then fell back onto the bunk and groaned.

—

“How the hell could I know you’re twins? You never said!”

The three of us were sitting at the picnic table outside, the sisters sitting opposite me. Anna and I had dressed. She looked as embarrassed and confused as me.

“I thought I did. But even if I missed that detail, it doesn’t give you the right to walk into our trailer and stick your face in a girl’s cunt.”

Anna touched Yuna’s hand. “No, it’s my fault. I’m the one who didn’t stop him.”

“You were too shocked.”

Anna studied the table and shrugged. “Yes. True. I was shocked at first. Then I realized who he was. Who he had to be. And after what you said about what you guys did last night and how great it was, I...”

Yuna said, “You just let him do it? A complete stranger? What the fuck, Anna?”

Anna slumped further. “No. Not exactly. I tried to say something. Then... oh, it was so good. And it was so, so, bad. You know... your boyfriend doing that to me like he did to you. Thinking I was you. Fuck. I don’t know, Yuna.”

Yuna studied her sister. I didn’t dare say a word. I just wanted to crawl away and die.

“I can’t believe you’re not even angry,” Yuna said to Anna then she glared at me.

“Yuna,” I said, “Trust me. I’ve never, ever done anything without full consent. We get too much of that shit back home. My first girlfriend, she... well, never mind. If for a second I didn’t think it was you...”

Yuna shot me a withering look, but Anna flashed a shy smile then leaned to Yuna’s ear.

“He made me cum,” she whispered, a little too loudly.

“What?” Yuna pulled back, looking at her sister. “No way.”

“I did,” Anna said. “Hard. Oh my god, Yuna, it was good. I’m still like jelly inside.”

—

Yuna ordered me off their campsite, and I slunk back to my tent. The morning had gone from a surprise I thought Yuna would love to a disaster that might land me in jail.

I decided to drive to the city, an hour away. Even from the highway the island was quaint rolling hills covered by farmland and off near the horizon, the endless ocean loomed.

The city was known for a play that had been running for twenty years. It was sold out, so I wandered around, bought groceries and ice for the cooler, some drinks, firewood and then visited the overpriced official cannabis store.

—

It was dusk when I pulled into my camp site. One of the girls was waiting at my picnic table.

“Yuna?” I said.

“Oh, so I guess you can tell us apart.”

Sitting across from her, I slid the canister of weed to her.

“Like I promised,” I said. “The store said it was the best they had.”

She looked inside. “Holy shit. This is a lot. Feeling guilty about something?”

“Of course I’m feeling guilty. I ate out your sister thinking it was you.”

“You also made her cum.”

“Well, good. Doesn’t change anything.”

“She doesn’t cum.”

I blinked. “Sure she does. She did. Or she’s one hell of an actress.”

Yuna shook her head. “She’s been able to make herself cum maybe once. And never, ever with someone else.”

“Uh...”

“Do you know any twins?”

I thought about it. “No. At least not what do they call it... identical twins, like you.”

“Well, we have a bond, you know? Way closer than most sisters. Anna is my best friend, my confidant. My partner in crime. I go to her when I need anything, and she comes to me.”

“Sure,” I said. “I’ve heard that. So—”

Yuna held up a hand. “So, we look the same, but we’re not the same. She’s smarter, for one. And she’s always been shy, cautious, overly polite. I’ve always been outgoing, jumping into things without looking. And I always get the guys. She doesn’t.”

“Oookay. Are you telling me Anna’s a virgin?”

Yuna sat back. “Oh, she’s had boyfriends. The sweetest guys you can imagine. And she enjoys sex. Lots. But she doesn’t cum. Not everyone does, you know. Even by herself it just never happens. Lord knows we’ve tried. She says it happened once, but I think it was a mini-cum, or she’s kidding herself. So, this morning when you... when she came? It’s kind of a big deal for us.”

“I didn’t do anything special. I just—”

“Whatever you did, it worked. And like she said, that you thought Anna was me and the surprise and naughtiness of it all helped put her over the top.”

I digested that for a moment.

“So, you’re not going to press charges?”

Yuna laughed. “We want to see if you can do it again. Tonight.”

I pondered that for a long while.

“No,” I said.

Yuna blinked then leaned forward.

“Didn’t you hear me? Come back to our trailer. I’ll go for a walk or whatever. Do your magic with Anna again and make her cum.” She grinned. “Then after, if you wouldn’t mind, fuck my brains out, okay?”

“No. It’s not okay. Yuna, I loved being with you last night. Because I like you. A lot. You’re like no one I’ve ever known. And we’ve really hit it off, haven’t we?”

“Oh, yeah. So—”

“So, you said it yourself... you and Anna look the same, but you’re not the same. Anna’s your sister and she seems really sweet, but I don’t know her. I’m not some... some... orgasm vending machine. Some guys will fuck anyone any chance they get, but I don’t.”

Yuna stared in surprise.

“Would... would you do it as a favor for me? Anna really likes you. She’s so excited you made her cum.”

“She doesn’t know me, except maybe for what you’ve told her. I’d never ask a woman to do anything sexual as a favor. You think it’s okay to ask something like that from me?”

Yuna pursed her lips and sighed. She was quiet for a long while.

“Okay,” she said in a falling tone. “I get what you’re saying. Sorry. We thought you’d want to. We’re just really excited about what happened, that maybe a few more times would... help her. Break her out of her shell. So maybe she could cum as easily as I do.”

Yuna stood, taking a breath and forcing a smile.

“You know what? Forget it. You’re right. Stupid idea. I guess this fucks thing up between us now.”

It hurt to see her troubled expression. I stood and put my arms around her.

“It doesn’t change how special you are, Yuna. It doesn’t change me wanting to be with you.”

She smiled up at me.

“So... have you eaten yet?” she said. “I didn’t eat dinner.”

“Help me get the stuff out of the car. We can start a fire and grill something.”

“I’m vegetarian, remember?”

Yuna laughed when I showed her the groceries: veggie cutlets, veggie burgers, fresh corn, and certified organic apple pie.

“Turning over a new leaf?” she said.

“Thought I’d give it a try. I know people can’t keep on eating cows—or lobsters—forever. My family might disown me if they ever found out I bought this, though.”

—

“I never knew you could cook corn on a campfire. We always boil it.”

Yuna was finishing her second cob. I pulled out my last piece and unwrapped the foil.

“Back home there’s corn far as the eye can see. We have ten billion ways to cook it, pop it, turn it into fuel, turn it into ham...”

“What? Into ham?”

“Pig feed.”

She made a face. “Poor little oinkers. They’re smarter than dogs, you know.”

“Well, when it comes to escaping their pen, they sure are.”

Yuna looked at my tent, one of those nylon dome things from a big box store. Despite staking and tying it down, it wobbled precariously in the ocean breeze.

“So glad we have a tent trailer,” she said. “I hate sleeping on the ground.”

“It’s not so bad. I got one of those queen-sized air beds. Almost as high as a real bed. But then I didn’t bring a pump so had to blow the damn thing up with my mouth. Took over an hour and I nearly passed out.”

Yuna laughed and was about to say something when we noticed someone standing just at the edge of the firelight: Anna, twirling a finger in her hair, looking uncertain.

Yuna went to her. “What’s wrong?”

“You were supposed to be back by now.”

“Oh, shit. Sorry, Anna. But you knew I was here.”

The sisters exchanged whispered words for a long while, then Yuna took Anna’s hand and pulled her closer to the fire. Anna stood stiff and awkward.

“Hi,” I said. “What can I get you? Roasted corn on the cob? Veggie burger? Beer?”

“I ate. Look, I don’t want to interrupt.”

Yuna nudged her. Anna scowled at her sister then said, “Well, maybe a beer.”

The temperature had dropped the moment the sun set. We sat clustered around the fire, watching the flames.

The silence dragged on. I cleared my throat and said, “Anna, I owe you a huge apology. I’m so sorry for this morning.”

She looked straight at me. “I’m not. Not at all. Yuna told me you don’t want to... you know... do it again. And you’re right. It was the height of hubris to assume you’d be okay with that, so I’m sorry for that.”

“Uh, hubris?”

“You know. Excessive pride. Arrogance.”

“Hmm. Yuna said you were the smart one.”

“And she’s right.” She glanced at her sister and smirked.

Yuna stuck out her tongue.

“But,” Anna continued, “if you ever change your mind, I’ll be waiting with open legs.”

“Holy sh… Anna!” Yuna gasped.

I chuckled. “She also said you were the shy one.”

Anna twirled another finger in her hair. “Well, no point being shy with a guy who’s had his tongue up my cunt.”

Yuna sputtered, trying to form words.

I laughed. “It was my fingers. My tongue was busy elsewhere.”

“Well, whatever you were doing down there, it was pure magic.”

She wet her lips, fixing me with a hungry stare.

“Oookay,” I said, standing, “I think I’m ready for that apple pie now. Who wants some?”

—

Yuna wanted to try the weed, so we rolled a few joints of the stuff.

After a couple of hits, Yuna said, “They call this a monster? More like a mouse.”

She offered it to Anna. She stared as if it was sprayed with ebola.

Yuna assured her it was from the cannabis store and unadulterated. Anna took a drag.

We only had the picnic table to sit on, so we dragged it close to the fire. We sat on the bench, backs to the tabletop, me sandwiched between the sisters.

Chatting and sharing a joint, we warmed ourselves as the night air cooled. Anna was quiet, letting her sister carry the conversation, then she slowly relaxed.

When I asked about college, Anna said she was entering third year of a data science degree. She explained what that was, but it all seemed very abstract.

Both sisters had endless stories of working at the restaurant. Yuna had me laughing with tales of rude and entitled customers, incidents of abrupt projectile vomiting, and a five-person fistfight that ended with wiping out the salad bar.

“It’s not all bad,” said Anna. “We have huge family birthdays and get-togethers. People fly in from all over the world. And how many proposals have we seen, Yuna? Six? Seven?”

“Including the guy who stuck the ring inside a biscuit then forgot which one it was? The girl nearly choked to death.”

Anna chuckled. “Then there was that missing toddler. Everyone stopped to search everywhere. He was napping in the pile of stuffed lobsters in the gift shop.”

Being twins, Yuna and Anna tried to work sections in the dining room the furthest apart, but they were constantly mistaken for one another. Servers had to wear the same uniform, so Anna always wore her hair up, Yuna wore hers down. They wore different makeup, different earrings, but still they were confused by customers and even managers and staff.

“After this summer,” Anna said, “we are never, ever, working together again on anything.”

Yuna glanced at her sister. “Well, maybe on one more thing.”

—

By midnight, the three of us were mildly buzzed, chatting, and laughing like old friends. The adjacent campsites went dark as one by one each family got their kids settled, put out their fires and went to bed.

The stars were brilliant pinpoints of light with the Milky Way arcing from horizon to horizon. Having nowhere to go and nothing to do but relax and enjoy, the weight of my recent personal disasters lifted away.

Yuna sat leaning against my side, hand stroking my leg. Her eyes were alive with mischief and lust, mirroring my own feelings. Our desire for each other had been simmering all evening.

I hoped Anna would soon leave us alone, but she seemed comfortable. The weed, mild as it was, seemed to have relaxed her. She was rattling off more stories about the restaurant, the island, college, and human existence in general.

“I mean, why are we here if not to love each other, take care of each other and learn about the wonders of the universe? It’s all in the numbers, you know. Newton was the first to really get it. Too bad he died a virgin. If I’d been around back then I’d have... oh, wow, man. Look at the moon!”

Yuna and I chortled.

“Is this Anna’s first-time smoking?” I said.

Yuna grinned. “Oh, no. She gets all animated and philosophical when she drinks, too.”

Then we noticed Anna was looking back towards the ocean.

Behind the tent, the full moon was rising above the lip of the bluff, huge and brilliant orange.

We walked to the edge to see the whole thing. Glowing and split by wisps of cloud, the moon painted a fiery path towards us across the calm ocean.

Yuna and I stood side-by-side with arms around each other’s waist. Anna appeared at my other side. She looked uncertain again, so I wrapped an arm around her too. She melted against me, slinking her arm around my back.

The magic of the view was surpassed by the magic of having Yuna and Anna to share it with.

Only a light breeze was blowing from the ocean. Gentle waves lapped the beach below.

“Anyone want to go for a swim?” I said.

When I looked at Yuna, I caught something wordless passing between her and Anna.

Yuna gathered us into a three-way group hug.

“Not me,” she said with a coy smile.

“Yeah, maybe later,” said Anna. She rocked from one foot to the other looking up with huge pleading eyes.

We stood looking at each other, then Yuna gently guided my head towards her sister until our lips almost touched. Anna wet her lips, her breath quickening, then pulled me into a hungry kiss.

Her lips were so soft and tasted faintly of strawberry lip balm. Anna cautiously pressed the tip of her tongue past my lips, and I responded by pressing mine into hers. With Yuna watching, it was intensely intimate. My simmering lust went to full boil.

We separated. I looked from Anna to Yuna and back. Yuna glanced purposefully at the tent.

My objections evaporated.

“We’d be more comfortable in your trailer,” I said.

Yuna beamed. She grabbed Anna’s hand and mine.

“We don’t want to wait,” she said, pulling us to the door of the tent.

Yuna said, “Take off her clothes.”

Anna gasped, drawing an arm to her chest. She flashed her sister an incredulous look then darted her eyes to the other camp sites. I looked around too: we were the only ones awake.

Anna lowered her arm, faced me and bit her lip, giving a tiny nod.

I drew her t-shirt over her arms and off then undid the front clasp of her bra and removed that too.

She stood naked from the waist up, her eyes on mine, huge and trusting.

Anna’s shorts and underwear were next. I crouched to slide them down her long legs, bringing me face-level with her beautiful pussy—for the second time that day.

I stood to take in the entrancing sight of her naked body lit by the moon and flickers from the fire: her lovely breasts, her womanly hips with an enticing gap between her thighs.

Anna breathed excitedly, but stood with hands at her sides, letting me admire her.

From behind, Yuna asked, “You want to strip him, or should I?”

Anna raked me with her eyes. “You, Em. You do it.”

Without hesitation, Yuna yanked off my shirt and shorts. She gave my back an affectionate pat. Anna stared at my rising cock pulsing slightly in time with my thudding heart.

Inside, Yuna stripped, and we lay on the air bed with me between them. Yuna kissed me passionately then pushed me to face her sister.

Anna immediately pulled me close and met my lips. She glided her hands all over me as I did the same to her. She found my hard cock and stroked and squeezed while jamming her tongue into my mouth. She was so excited I wondered if she would cum the moment I touched between her legs.

I separated and bent to nuzzle her neck while stroking and massaging one soft boob. Anna sighed and lay back, still grasping my dick, stroking idly.

Anna’s hips rose and churned. I bent and took a breast into my mouth and trailed fingertips down along her tummy and across her sparse triangle of fur. She parted her legs in welcome and I lightly stroked up along the sides of her pussy.

“Ooo,” she breathed. “That’s nice. More. Please?”

Laying half across her, I switched to suckle her other breast then ran fingertips over her inner thighs, down her legs then up, swiping the back of my hand lightly over her mons.

Anna held my head to her breast with one hand and tried to force my hand back between her legs. At first, I resisted, then started touching her more and more directly as she moaned and writhed.

She groaned when I introduced first one finger then a second inside her. She was wet, but not yet ready. I curled my fingers up, seeking her g-spot. Anna moaned and bucked when I pressed and massaged the right spot.

Behind, Yuna began kissing my neck and shoulders then raked my back with her nails. “I think she’s ready,” she whispered.

I thought so too. Sliding down, I kissed down Anna’s tummy and got between her widely spread thighs.

Unlike that morning, we weren’t in any rush, so I took my time teasing, licking, rubbing and exploring every wonderful part of her. Above, Anna was panting steadily, groaning and sighing, head thrown back and to the side.

With one hand she was pleasuring one of her boobs while guiding my head with the other. Using every technique I knew, I built her passions right to the edge then backed off, pressing a palm firmly against her mound until she calmed, then started her up that hill again.

A warm mouth engulfed the head of my cock. Yuna had moved to kneel on the floor of the tent. She pumped my dick while swirling her tongue around the tip, an impish gleam in her eye.

Anna regained my attention my mashing my face into her and I resumed my quest. Trying to ignore the incredible sensations of her sister skilfully stroking and sucking my cock, I worked to bring Anna to the edge once more. Her little cries and gasps were like music.

Finally, I worked my fingers back and forth inside her while lapping and carefully sucking her clit. Anna inhaled one raspy breath, arched her back and froze.

Yuna lifted her mouth from my dick to watch her sister. I grounded Anna again with my palm against her and watched the breath-taking beauty of her being swept away. Anna’s eyes were closed, her eyebrows raised, and mouth wide in an expression of pure angelic bliss.

I looked down and shared a smile with Yuna. She scooted up to lay beside Anna, brushing strands of hair from her forehead.

Sliding up to Anna’s other side, I kissed her cheek. Her eyes blinked open, and she looked from me to Yuna.

“You okay?” Yuna asked.

“Oh, god. That was even better.”

Anna brushed my cheek. Then reached down to grasp my cock again. Her chest was still rising and falling.

She looked at Yuna. Again, something unspoken passed between them.

Yuna nodded then reached across to touch my arm.

“Fuck her,” she whispered.

I was hard and beyond ready, but I thought Anna was off limits.

“Are... are you sure that’s okay?”

Anna gazed at me with smokey, needful eyes, looking even hungrier than before.

“Only if you want to,” she said.

The thought of burying myself in that sweet girl, maybe even bringing her to another orgasm, had my heart racing.

“Oh, Anna,” I said, “Yes. I really, really want to.”

She growled and pulled me onto her, spreading her legs while I got into position.

My cock found her entrance on its own. She wrapped her arms around me and I pushed inside her in one slow, exhilarating motion.

Anna stared, wide-eyed, moving her hips with tiny motions, feeling me speared so deep inside. I moved too, eager to get even deeper, overcome by the sensations.

“Fuck me,” she whispered. “Fuck me hard.”

Slowly I withdrew, feeling her passage grasping my shaft, reluctant to release me. When again I was poised just at her entrance, I teased her nudging just in and out. Anna groaned and wrapped her legs around me, desperate to draw me in. She gave a guttural grunt when I pushed in hard, stuffing her full in one merciless stroke.

We began to fuck. Anna grunted each time I impaled her, then urged me to do it again, harder. Soon I was pounding into her, my nuts slapping her ass, lost in raw animal need to mate, to drive deep into her then fill her with come. Anna took it gleefully, meeting each stroke, groaning, grunting, urging me on.

“Anna,” I groaned, “gonna come.”

“Wait,” she said, then rolled us over. She began riding me like an animal, her hands planted on my chest, impaling herself, rutting and sliding, boobs bouncing.

I held her hips, fighting the urge to come. Sweet Anna became a wildcat, sliding and grinding, keeping my cock stuffed deep inside her. I grabbed her boobs, massaging them and sliding thumbs over her nipples, marvelling how she was using me for her pleasure.

She worked away for a long while and I knew I couldn’t last. At last, Anna stopped, head up, eyes glazed then wriggled, her mouth wide. Then inside she began pulsing and gripping all around my shaft.

Anna let out an explosive breath and dropped her head between her shoulders. I exploded into her, losing my grip on her boobs as my muscles went slack, flooding her with everything I had.

After, we lay facing each other, caressing. The tent air was heavy with the smell of sex.

Anna had one leg over me. She looked between us at the globs of cum leaking from her freshly fucked pussy.

“You’re the first,” she said, and smiled.

“What? You weren’t a virgin.”

“No. You’re the first to cum in me. I’ve always used condoms.”

“But... you’re protected, right? Birth control?”

“Well, of course.”

“Told you she was cautious,” Yuna said.

I turned. Yuna was laying on the air bed behind me, head resting on one arm. I’d forgotten she was there, having focused entirely on Anna.

“You watched?”

Yuna shrugged. “I sort of participated. Couldn’t watch you two without taking care of myself, too.” She kissed me. “But I’m hoping for a little more. Think you’ll get some energy back later?”

“I dunno. Anna is pretty fierce.” I laid my head down. “I’m a little worn out.”

Yuna smiled at her sister and nestled against my side. Anna did the same.

“Mind if we sleep here for a while?” Yuna asked.

I didn’t mind at all.

—

Sometime during the night, I woke, hard and horny, spooned behind Yuna. She woke when I slipped my dick into the gap between her legs from behind.

“Mmmm,” she said, pulling my hand to her breast. “You got your energy back. But we’ll wake Anna. She gets grumpy without enough sleep.”

“Then come with me.”

Yuna giggled when I quietly unzipped the tent door and led us, still naked, outside. After zipping it back up, I took her hand and led her to the sandy path at the top of the bluff. It was pre-dawn—the sky had just barely begun to lighten.

We looked over the ocean then I pulled her into an embrace, and we kissed.

Yuna pulled back. “Thank you for doing that with Anna.”

“Only too happy to help a woman in need,” I said. “Is she vegetarian too?”

“No, just me. Why?”

She tastes a little like lobster. For some reason, now I really like it.”

Yuna stared, then covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. She swatted me.

We embraced again, kissing and running hands over each other. She stroked me and I felt her getting wet.

“I want you,” she said. “Now.”

She looked around. “But there’s nothing to lie on. One grain of sand in the wrong place and it gets really unpleasant.”

I stepped behind her, turning her to face the ocean beyond. “Kneel down.”

I helped her to her to her knees then pushed between her shoulders.

“Head down, ass up,” I said.

She turned and smiled, then went on all fours.

Wiggling her broad ass, she said, “Okay, cowboy... should I oink, bark or moo?”

I laughed. “You are so nasty.”

Yuna grinned.

I kneeled behind her and ran a hand over her puffy lips. Positioning at her opening, I nudged. Yuna pushed back a little. Slowly her wetness grew, and I slipped a little deeper inside her with each push. Finally, we were fully joined.

I withdrew, then impaled her with one measured stroke.

“Guh!” Yuna huffed, going down onto her elbows.

“How about you just grunt?” I said.

She peered back with lidded eyes. “Now who’s nasty”

Grabbing her hips, I started taking her. Yuna gasped and moaned, pushing back to meet each thrust, twisting and angling herself for the best angle. as I fucked her with careful deep strokes. Then she reached between us to strum and tease her clit.

I loved the sight of Yuna’s upturned ass in that submissive position—completely exposed and vulnerable.

We were quickly losing the cover of night as dawn broke in earnest. Though partially hidden by the tall beach grass, soon we’d be easily seen from the beach.

Fortunately, we were reaching our limit. Yuna met my thrusts with an increasingly irregular rhythm as she frigged her clit. I bent over her and nipped her shoulders while grabbing one bobbing breast, squeezing then teasing her nipple.

I tried to hold out, but then sailed past the point of no return. Straightening up, I grabbed Yuna’s hips and jammed into her, unloading deep. Within moments, Yuna cried out as orgasm overtook her too.

Yuna was still squeezing around my dick, and I was still throbbing within her when we noticed a jogger running along the wet sand of the beach. We collapsed onto the sand, hoping to be out of view.

Yuna rolled over, still catching her breath. We shared a smile and laughed.

—

“You know, you never said when you had to go home.”

Yuna bit into her bread and peanut butter. It was the only food I could offer her while Anna and I had scrambled eggs and bacon.

“Before my severance pay runs out, I guess. But this is the last day I have this campsite. I have to clear off by 2 PM.”

The sisters looked at each other, again exchanging some wordless communication.

“The bunks in our trailer are queen-size,” Anna said. “Lots of room, if you’d like to join us.”

“I’d like that,” I said. “Er, am I going to be in the middle of some kind of sibling rivalry?”

“You’ve seen us,” said Yuna. “We share very well. Oh, and for reference, I sleep on the right-side bunk, Anna sleeps on the left.”

“Exactly. So where would I sleep?”

The girls exchanged a look.

To Yuna, Anna said, “Should we take turns, or flip a coin every night?”

[pitlanepeach]

Radio Silence | Chapter Thirty

Lando Norris x Amelia Brown (OFC)

Series Masterlist

Summary — Order is everything. Her habits aren’t quirks, they’re survival techniques. And only three people in the world have permission to touch her: Mom, Dad, Fernando.

Then Lando Norris happens.

One moment. One line crossed. No going back.

Warnings — Autistic!OFC, strong language, time-skips, the absolute shit-show that was the first half of the 2023 season.

Notes — Amelia being McLaren's literal saviour? IKTR

2023 (Saudi Arabia — Silverstone)

The paddock in Bahrain had started to quiet down after qualifying, the desert heat finally slipping away into a cooler breeze. Amelia was walking through the paddock, steps quick and stride polished, muttering statistics under her breath and trying to burn off some extra energy before debriefs were due to begin.

“Amelia.”

She turned. Adrian stood just outside Red Bull’s motorhome, hands in his pockets, watching her with a thoughtful expression.

“Hi, Adrian,” she greeted, smiling politely at the man she’d once idolised who had become something more reminiscent of a friend over the last two years.

“Do you have a minute?” He asked.

She gave a one-shouldered shrug. “Sure.”

He gestured for them to walk a little away from the thinning crowds. “I’ve been wanting to speak with you since testing, but I figured it was better in person rather than on the phone.”

Amelia waited, quiet.

Adrian glanced toward the Red Bull garage, then back at her. “You have done something incredible,” he said. “The car — it’s… brutally efficient. Elegant, even. It’s the cleanest thing I’ve seen come out of our CFD pipeline in five years. Maybe longer.”

Amelia’s brow ticked up. “Thank you.”

He studied her for a moment, brow furrowed slightly. “So why did you leave, Amelia? You could’ve ridden that thing straight through another championship with Max. Earned the credit. The spotlight. A long, solid legacy.”

“I didn’t need to,” she said simply.

He blinked, thrown off. “Didn’t need to… win?”

“I didn’t need credit,” she clarified. “That was never the point. Max knows that this years car is ours — mine and his, in a way. You know, too. That’s enough for me.”

“You designed one of the most dominant aero concepts I’ve seen in a decade,” Adrian said, still incredulous. “And walked away before it even hit the track?”

Amelia nodded. Shrugged. “I didn't build the car for glory. I built it because I knew what it could be. And then I gave my concepts to you, so that you would make them happen, and you did.” She pursed her lips. “Max didn’t need me anymore. He knows how to handle a championship. He’s done it twice, now.”

“And McLaren does need you?” Adrian pressed.

“Yes,” she said. Smiled. “They do. Oscar too.”

Adrian looked at her like he was trying to understand a language he didn’t speak. Slowly, he said, “You’ve created a car that will be remembered for generations.”

“I know.”

“And you don’t care that you won’t get the credit?”

“No,” she said. “Doesn’t change what I did.”

There was a long silence, the dusk settling over them in a soft hush.

Adrian let out a slow breath, almost reverent. “I admire it, you know. Even if I don’t understand it.”

Amelia gave him the faintest smirk. “That’s okay. I’m not an easy person to understand.”

“No,” Adrian agreed. “But you’re very, very good.” He paused. “God, sometimes, Amelia, I wonder if maybe you’re better than me.”

“I might be. One day,” she said, and turned to go.

—

The debrief room was quiet, too quiet.

Oscar sat back in his chair, legs outstretched, eyes on the floor. His race suit was half-unzipped, his undershirt sweat-darkened at the collar. Amelia sat at the head of the small conference table, her iPad flat in front of her, her stylus spinning slowly between her fingers.

“Well,” Oscar said dryly. “That was shit.”

Amelia’s lips twitched. “You’re not wrong.”

He tilted his head. “Can I ask something?”

“Of course you can.” She frowned at him.

Oscar looked over at her, brow creased faintly. “You knew the car wasn’t going to be good this year. You warned me. So why did you still come back to McLaren?”

Amelia leaned back in her chair, thought about it, then shrugged. “Well, you were a big part of it.”

Oscar blinked at her.

“You needed somebody who was able to make the most of a bad situation,” she said. “Not someone who’d write it off before the lights went out. You’re better than the car right now. But the car won’t stay this way forever; I promise you that.”

Oscar was quiet for a moment. “Right. Thanks,” he said eventually, voice low.

“Don’t get sentimental,” Amelia said, flicking a button on her iPad. “We’re both going to be angry for a while, at least until I can fix this.”

He nodded, some of the stiffness leaving his shoulders. “Fine by me.”

She tapped through to the race data, then looked up. “Okay. So. Let’s talk lap one.”

Oscar squinted. “What was wrong with lap one?”

“You braked late into Turn 10. Just like you did in qualifying.”

“Maybe the corner needs to come sooner,” he muttered, deadpan.

Amelia rolled her eyes. “Maybe you just need more time in the sim.”

Oscar made a face. “If I spend any more time in it than you already make me do, I might merge with the chair.”

They dove into the telemetry together then — back and forth, sharp and focused, their language slowly becoming shorthand. She pointed out throttle traces, he challenged her on strategy calls. She fired back with sector deltas, he offered precise corner feedback.

By the time they were done, an hour had passed.

Oscar leaned back, drained but calmer. “You’re intense.”

“Yeah,” Amelia said, unapologetically. “I’m also right, most of the time.”

He nodded. “Yeah. You are.”

She packed up her iPad, stood, and gestured toward the door. “Come on, ducky,” she said. “My husband is probably pacing somewhere, lamenting about how shit his car is. We need to stop him before he spirals.”

Oscar made a face as he got to his feet. “I don’t like being ducky.”

Amelia shrugged, unconcerned. “Too bad. You are.”

He sighed. “Why can’t I just be Oscar?”

“You can,” she said simply. “But you’re ducky too. Both can be true.”

Oscar blinked at her, clearly expecting more of an explanation. Amelia paused in the doorway, tilting her head like she was debating whether to explain. Then she did — bluntly, honestly, in her Amelia way. “Nicknames are… structure,” she said. “They help me sort people. Feelings. Connections. If I nickname you, it means I’ve decided I trust you. It’s like… mental shorthand. Emotional filing.”

Oscar’s brow furrowed. “Like… categories?”

“Exactly,” she said, eyes lighting up slightly. “It’s not random. It means something. I call you ducky because you’re calm on the surface and all chaos underneath, and also because you look like someone who would fall asleep in a bathtub. And because I like you. You’ve earned it.”

He stared at her. “I… don’t know what to do with that.”

“You don’t have to do anything with it,” she said, already halfway down the hall. “Just know that it means I’ve put you in the ‘safe’ column.”

Oscar followed, a little dazed. “That’s a lot to attach to a duck.”

Amelia smiled to herself. “Also, my husband kept saying that I imprinted on you like a mother duck, so…”

They rounded the corner and found said husband, Lando, in the corridor, muttering to himself with a piece of tyre compound data pulled up on his phone.

Oscar pointed wordlessly.

Amelia just sighed. “See? Spiralling. I told you.” She stepped forward, nudged the phone down, and gently took her husband’s hand. “Hey,” she said. “You did well with what you had.”

Lando looked between the two of them, Amelia’s steady face, Oscar’s unreadable one, and let out a breath that was mostly a laugh. “We’re going to be fucking shit this year, aren’t we?” He asked.

Amelia sighed. “I hope not. I’m already trying to get my hands on the car, but the cost cap is preventing me from making any significant changes this early…”

Lando pouted at his wife.

“Pizza?” Oscar asked.

Amelia’s head snapped around in his direction. “Yes!”

Lando was still pouting when he said, “Sure. Yeah. Whatever. Depression pizza. Yay!”

—

The glass walls of the office reflected the glow of early evening. Outside, the MTC lake was still, pale with late-winter. Inside, Amelia sat at the head of the table with her knees drawn up in the chair, a pink, battered notebook open in front of her.

Andrea leaned in to look closer. “You did this all by hand?”

Amelia didn’t look up. “I think better with a pen and paper.”

Her dad, seated opposite her, turned a few pages. His brows rose as he scanned carefully drawn schematics, annotated calculations, wind tunnel projections, notes in tiny, slanted handwriting. Everything from ride height tweaks to theoretical suspension layouts to predicted competitor development trends.

“This is a full concept,” Andrea said, quietly impressed. “This is… years worth of work.”

“Just a few weeks,” Amelia said. “That’s not just theory in there, though. That’s a car.”

Zak sat back, flipping to the final page. It was labelled, in block capitals, with an underlined title.

PROJECT: MCL38-AN

Underneath, in her neat writing.

It’ll win if you trust it.

He looked up. “This will put us back on top?”

“I know it will,” Amelia said, finally meeting their eyes. “Everything I’ve learned — from Red Bull, from Max, from every telemetry graph and CFD failure and stupid porpoising issue in the last two years — I used it all. And not just to make something clever. To make something fast. Reliable. Adaptable.”

Andrea gently closed the notebook. “This is championship-level ambition.”

“It’s more than ambition,” Amelia said. “It’s your 2024 car. The notebook is yours now.”

Her dad raised his eyebrows. “You don’t want to keep it?”

She shrugged. “No. I won’t need it, but you will. I’ve already made a million copies, but I’d like you to keep the original.”

Her dad looked at her and reached for the notebook again with something like reverence. “We’re going to need to start assembling a team around this immediately.” He said.

“I already started,” she told him. “Tom in aero’s got preliminary CFD models. Jordan’s been mocking up rear suspension geometry in CAD for two weeks.”

Andrea laughed softly, almost disbelieving. “You went over our heads?”

“I’m not very good at leaving things to chance,” she said. “And our car this year is awful. So bad. I needed to start making something happen, even if most of it will have to wait until next year.”

Her dad stood and leaned across the table, hand on the notebook. “Honey, this is…”

“Yours. Ours.” She said.

Andrea let out a breath.

Her dad stared at her for a beat, and then he was beaming.

—

It was nearly midnight, and the MTC was mostly dark — save for the soft hum of light in the engineering wing. Amelia sat on the floor of her office, legs crossed, iPad glowing in her lap.

Oscar lay stretched out on the rug in front of her, still in his training kit, a protein shake abandoned next to him. Lando was in her desk chair, spinning gently, half-asleep and barefoot.

“This is the weirdest sleepover I’ve ever been to,” Oscar muttered.

“You say that every time you hang out with us,” Lando replied, yawning.

“I mean it every time.” Oscar said.

Amelia didn’t look up. “Shut up. I’m trying to change the trajectory of your entire careers right now.”

That got their attention.

Lando leaned forward. “What are you doing, baby?”

Amelia turned the iPad so they could both see the screen. Her voice was calm, even, but there was a thread of something bright underneath it. “This is going to be your 2024 car.”

Oscar blinked. “You—what?”

She tapped through a few screens: 3D renders, rear suspension models, aero flow maps. “Codename MCL38-AN. I told you both that I already had it planned out, didn’t I?”

Oscar sat up straighter. “You really think that’ll put us at the front of the grid?”

“Yes,” she said. “You’re driving scrap metal right now, I won’t lie. It’s holding you both back. But this car—” she tapped the image again “—this is what we’re building toward. This is the one. The team just needs time. I need time.”

Oscar was staring at the iPad, wide eyed. “You’re sure.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything. All I need is for you to keep showing up. To keep believing. We’re not going to be at the back of the grid forever.”

Lando stood, walked over, and looked down at the designs for a long moment. “It’s beautiful,” he said quietly.

“I know.”

“Why are you showing us now?”

“Because,” she said, glancing between them, “I can’t ask you to keep suffering through this season unless you have a reason. A future. This is your future. You’ll win races in this car.”

Oscar laughed, breathless and stunned. “Holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Amelia said, finally smiling. “Holy shit.”

Lando slid down onto the floor beside her, shoulder brushing hers. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Us. This team. This sport.”

“Thanks,” she said.

Oscar pointed at the iPad again. “Can I name it?”

“No.” She said.

“Can I drive it now?” He asked.

“It doesn’t exist yet.” She told him.

“Then can I keep being your ducky?”

She looked at him, bemused. “You want to be ducky now?”

“I’m reconsidering my argument,” he muttered. “Out of loyalty…”

Lando was grinning. “We’re going to win championships, aren’t we?”

Amelia nodded. Smiled at her husband. Kissed him. “Yes. We are.”

—

They got back to Monaco well past midnight, Lando wordless beside her in the car. The race had been brutal. Another pointless race. Another weekend where the car hadn’t performed, and the looped back data had made her want to throw her laptop into the Red Sea.

But home was home.

Amelia dropped her bags in the entryway, kicked off her trainers, and walked straight to the kitchen, wordlessly opening the fridge. She fished out a can of Diet Coke and pressed it to her forehead.

Behind her, Lando wrapped his arms around her waist and rested his chin on her shoulder.

"You gonna fire me?” He asked quietly.

She laughed despite the burning itch under her skin. “No. You did your best.”

“Yeah.” He exhaled against her neck.

They stood like that for a beat. Amelia breathed in the scent of his hoodie and let the familiar weight of him soothe the static in her chest. He was solid. Warm. Hers.

Finally, she turned around and kissed his jaw. “It’ll get better.”

Lando nodded. “Good. Because I’m getting real tired of seeing you more frustrated than smug.”

She cracked a smile. “I’m always smug.”

“There she is.”

—

Amelia didn’t cook often, but when she did, it was loud, chaotic, and always somewhat efficient.

Oscar sat at the breakfast bar, watching her with mild horror as she chopped onions at a blinding speed.

“You’re a very violent chef,” he observed.

“The quicker it’s done, the better,” she said. “Now pass me the basil, ducky.”

He handed it over. “Still don’t particularly like being called that.”

“Don’t care.” She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Do you want red or white wine?”

—

The living room was littered with discarded Uno cards, an empty pizza box, and the remains of someone’s sprite can that Max Fewtrell had been using as a drum for the last ten minutes.

“You are cheating,” Pietra said flatly, accusing Lando with a pointed look.

“I’m just playing strategically.”

Amelia, half-asleep on the sofa with her feet in Lando’s lap, mumbled, “Strategically being a little shit, yeah.”

“Don’t hate the player,” Lando shot back, tugging her ankle gently. “Hate the wife.”

“You’ll sleep on the couch for that,” she muttered, eyes still closed.

Max Verstappen arrived late, as usual. Amelia opened one eye when he collapsed beside her on the sofa and started picking at the leftover cold garlic bread.

“Missed you.” She told him sleepily.

“Missed you too, zusje.” He said.

She leaned her head briefly against his shoulder.

—

The Spanish GP had been marginally better than the ones that’d come before. Still not good. But better.

Back at the airport, Oscar sat cross-legged on the floor, headphones in, while Amelia reviewed strategy notes and Lando bought three Snickers and two iced teas.

Lando dropped next to her with a huff, his arm winding around her waist, hand flexing before squeezing her hip. “I’m considering sabotage.”

“Of?”

“The car. I’m gonna drive it into a lake or something.”

Oscar pulled one headphone off. “Wouldn’t it sink?”

Lando stared at him. “That’s your concern?”

“Hydrodynamics are important.” Oscar smirked.

Amelia sighed. “You’re both ridiculous.”

Lando grinned. “You love it.”

She didn’t reply, just leaned closer, then passed him a highlighter. “Help me mark the wind tunnel data.”

—

They’d flown into Spielberg a little early to prep and decompress. Amelia had her notes. Lando had brought five pairs of sunglasses and absolutely no socks. Oscar was, predictably, already on his fifth stretch of the legs down the paddock.

The three of them walked the track together at sunset, shoes crunching against the gravel.

“You know,” Amelia said, glancing between the two drivers, “if either of you crashes this weekend, I won’t be happy.”

“Would you leave me for dead?” Oscar asked, deadpan.

“Yes.” She lied.

“She wouldn’t,” Lando said.

Amelia looked ahead, wind tugging at her hair, then back at the boys; her husband and her ducky.

This job was hell. The car was beyond flawed. The season wasn’t what they’d hoped.

But this, this team, this family, this effort, felt like something worth holding onto.

—

Silverstone came, and there was a shift.

It wasn’t everything. But it was something.

Amelia stood just outside the McLaren garage, arms crossed over her chest, watching the mechanics finish prepping the car for FP1.

The upgraded floor. The reshaped side-pods. The altered rear suspension geometry she’d argued over for weeks.

It was all here. On track. Real.

It wasn’t perfect — of course it wasn’t. The budget cap had demanded compromises. She hadn’t been able to implement the full package she’d thrown together back in March. That version of the MCL60 was meaner, leaner, cleverer — a little monster of a thing. A title fighter.

But this was the one they could afford. And she’d made it the best it could be.

Oscar stepped beside her, helmet tucked under his arm, race suit halfway unzipped. “Doesn’t look like a paper towel on wheels anymore.”

She hummed. “No. More like... a reinforced napkin. Maybe a placemat.”

He gave her a sideways glance. “How confident are you?”

She exhaled slowly. “Seventy percent we’re in the points. Fifty percent one of you surprises me. Zero percent we DNF. I’ve triple-checked the aero modelling. You’re safe.”

He nodded, quiet for a moment. Then, “I know it’s not what you wanted.”

“No,” she said honestly. “It’s not. But it’s what we’ve got. And it’s good enough to fight for points rather than the chequered flag.”

Oscar squeezed her shoulder. Tight. “I trust you.”

There was something boyish in the way he said it. Uncomplicated. She smiled and nudged him toward the car. “Go, ducky.”

“Still don’t like that.”

“Don’t care.”

—

By Sunday, the paddock was electric.

The buzz was real. The performance gains were visible. And people were talking.

After qualifying, someone from Sky asked Lando if he felt like McLaren were back in the fight for ‘best of the rest’.

He didn’t even hesitate. “Yes. We’ve got Amelia Norris to thank for that.”

That one made her throat pinch.

Later, back in the garage, she caught Andrea’s eye as he leaned over the pit wall screens. He grinned, then gave her a thumbs-up.

Even her dad, who’d spent the last several months managing expectations to sponsors and shareholders, gave her a bear hug that nearly knocked her clipboard out of her hands.

“You’ve made believers out of us again, kiddo,” he said into her ear. “They’re already asking about 2024.”

Amelia stepped back and smiled tightly. “Let us get through this race first.”

—

Lando was flying. Oscar was right on his gearbox. And Amelia was vibrating in her seat, headset digging into her ears.

The car wasn’t just competitive; it was racy. Bold. Alive.

She and Will traded glances as they watched Lando chase down Lewis.

“This is all you,” Will said.

She didn’t respond. She couldn’t. Her heart was somewhere near her throat.

Oscar’s voice crackled in her ear. “Is this what driving a real car feels like?”

Amelia couldn’t help it, she laughed. “Keep it clean, ducky. Still a few laps to go.”

“Is my wife crying tears of joy right now?” Lando asked over his radio. “I bet she is.”

“She is.” Will said.

“Liar.” Amelia laughed, and okay, maybe she did sound a bit choked up.

—

The crowd was still roaring and Amelia was frozen beside the pit wall, headset hair sticking out from under her cap, breathing like she’d just done the full length of the race herself.

It wasn’t a win.

But it was enough.

Lando ran up behind her and flung his arms around her shoulders, lifting her slightly off the ground as she shrieked.

“Put me down, you sweaty idiot—!”

“We did it!”

“You did it.”

“No,” Lando said, spinning her once before finally setting her down. “You did.”

He kissed her, quick and messy, and the cameras were definitely watching, but she didn’t care. She’d earned this moment.

Oscar wandered over and offered her a half-hearted fist bump.

“Better than a placemat,” he grinned lopsidedly.

“Almost a dinner plate,” she agreed.

He laughed, and then he took her to watch the podium.

Max on top. Lewis next. And then her Lando.

Her husband.

Beaming right at her.

She made Oscar hug her. Needed the deep-pressure to cut through the overwhelming joy coursing through her veins. Somebody took a picture and posted it on Twitter with the tag ‘Best racer/engineer duo EVER’.

—

Amelia was sitting cross-legged on their hotel bed, notebook open in her lap, notes scribbled in every margin.

Lando walked out of the shower, towel around his waist, hair damp.

“You’re still working?”

She looked up. “I’m trying to figure out how to sneak in another mini upgrade before Qatar.”

Lando crossed the room and kissed the top of her head. “You’re mad, you know.”

Amelia frowned. “I’m not.”

He slid into bed beside her. “C’mere. Work can wait till tomorrow.”

She paused, then closed the notebook and handed it to him. “Don’t lose it,” she warned. “That’s the future in your hands.”

He looked at the cover, scuffed, dented, covered in papaya and coffee stains, and held it like it was a sacred text.

“We’re going to have podium celebration sex now.” She told him. “I bought chequered flag lingerie.”

His eyes went wide. “Oh—Holy shit. You did?”

She smiled. 

[dannyriccsystem]

max verstappen 10 & 11 for the 1k special please!

THAT’S BECAUSE I’M A GOOD OLD-FASHIONED LOVER BOY!

1K SPECIAL - MV1

Awkward first date + Wearing their clothes

SUMMARY: A rather ridiculous first date ends with you crashing at his apartment. Whoops!

WORD COUNT: 680

WARNINGS: Very cringy first date, waitress flirting with YOUR man, borrowing clothes.

FEATURING: Max Verstappen x Reader

NOTE: MEOWWWW MAX VERSTAPPEN MEOWWW

YOU WEREN’T SURE WHY YOU AGREED TO THIS. You were close friends with Victoria Verstappen, the sister of a famous Formula One driver. The two of you met when you were adults, which meant you only heard about Max through stories and occasional pictures from their childhood. Other than that, you knew nothing about him, which was why you were somewhat surprised when she set you two up together.

You met at a quaint little restaurant with a cheap menu. It wasn’t the type of place he’d visit frequently with the fear of being recognized, but things seemed fine so far. Save the occasional fan walking up to ask for an autograph, or the waitress fawning over him.

Yeah, actually, it wasn’t fine. You sat there quietly, watching as Max awkwardly avoided every flirty remark from the woman taking your orders. She brushed against his arm, praising him endlessly for his four world championship titles, and his incredible, hard working mentality. You were getting tired of it.

“We should go,” He suddenly stated, his voice firm as he locked eyes with you. You blinked in surprise, sitting up straight. “Yeah, remember? You said you needed to be home in about…” He checked his watch. “Ten minutes.”

He raised his brows at you. You understood. “Oh, yep. Yep, I do remember. Too bad, I was really excited to eat here.” You huffed, standing up and collecting your things. In a fit of quiet rage, your waitress ‘accidentally’ knocked over your glass of water, sending it flying across your lap. You gasped, shuddering at the cold.

“Oh, no…” She cooed. “Let me go grab—”

“No need.” He grabbed your waist, pulling you to his side. Your eyes widened, but you tried to relax and look casual. “We were just about to go home anyway. I’ll clean her up.”

Your waitress stared with silent shock as you both exited the restaurant, giggling amongst yourselves. “Nice save.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll make you something.” He pulled you outside of the building, and you both groaned. It was pouring down rain, and you were both left without any sort of coverage.

“Damn. I parked far away… Where’s your car?”

“No, I walked. My house is just down the road. We can walk?” You hummed and nodded, though you seemed hesitant. You were already covered in water, so what harm could it do?

A lot.

You were freezing when Max ushered you into his home. Thankfully, it was warm inside, offering you some relief. He scurried off down a hall, emerging with some clean clothes. “Here, you can get changed. I’ll get you a towel and blanket.” He smiled at you gently, and your heart fluttered while you accepted the clothes. You entered his bathroom, in awe at the pristine interior.

When you exited the bathroom a bit later, you felt refreshed and warm. Max had laid out some blankets and a towel on the couch for you. You could hear him in the kitchen, shuffling around. “Can I help with anything?” You called out as you grabbed the towel, using it to dry your face and hair.

“Nope. I’m just gonna make something simple,” He replied. You were satisfied with that response as you sat yourself on his sofa, burying yourself in a pile of blankets and basking in the heat they provided.

Moments later he came out with some pasta on a plate. It likely came from a box, but you didn’t care. You were starving. He also offered some hot chocolate, which was a very exciting spectacle. You both ate on the couch, using the coffee table for support. When you were full and happy, you relaxed back against the cushions, leaning against him.

“It’s still pouring down rain,” You commented softly.

“I can drive you home, if you want.”

“Yeah…” You trailed off. You didn’t really want to leave, you were enjoying his company. Your eyelids grew heavy.

“Or…” He pulled up a fuzzy blanket, tucking it in at the sides. “You can stay here?”

He took your soft snores as a response.

[sargeteen]

📝 ENCHANTED TO MEET YOU⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

ᵎ!ᵎ𐔌 a lewis hamilton smau they were close during the filming of the f1 movie , and they were close the time he came to ferrari for a grand prix . are they just friends , or have they been dating for longer than we realize ?

pairing & warnings ... ♯ lewis hamilton x secret wag (hab) ! male reader ꒱ fc: damson idris ﹕ fuck men and their super cute and secret age gap relationships requested by @bunnisgreen

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vogue lewis hamilton stuns at the met gala.

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userfour if he's not voted best dressed i don't care to see the list ⤷ userfive he's the first person on the carpet 😭😭 ??? you haven't even seen all of the other outfits ⤷ userfour yeah but it's lewis hamilton so does that really matter? ⤷ userfive you know...you got a point there

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usertwelve OH WOW YEAH HE ATE THAT UP

userthirteen did you see him roll up in a fucking f1 car???? like the pr for this movie is actually insane ⤷ userfourteen wicked might have a contender for most insane movie pr ⤷ userfifteen nah i saw wicked mac n cheese, who needs wicked shaped mac n cheese ⤷ usersixteen don't even get me started on the wicked alcohol. promoting drinking to a primarily underage audience? i support her, but this isn't okay ⤷ userthirteen i'm 22 and i'm SCARED

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usereighteen put me, y/n l/n, and lewis hamilton in a room and we won't be leaving for hours. and when we do, it won't be pretty. ⤷ usernineteen whats it finna play...WOAH

usertwenty god i love y/n l/n. i'm glad that he's finally getting the recognition he deserves!!

"HAD QUITE AN ENTRANCE THERE," an interviewer laughed as y/n l/n walked up to him with a smile. The interviewer had a VOGUE branded microphone, and he was dressed well for the gala as well, but he was just in a black tux.

Y/n laughed, “Yeah well, when PR tells you to do a fun entrance in a Formula 1 car, you have to accept.” He was taller than the interviewer, so y/n bent his neck and lowered his head so he could hear him talk.

“And I would’ve as well,” he laughed. “So, y/n, tell me about this suit,” the interviewer stepped back a step and the camera panned down to scroll up and over the red suit that y/n wore.

With a pointed finger, y/n gestured to all of the small details in his outfit that not only meant a lot to him, but also referenced the theme of this years gala—Black Dandyism. It was a beautiful style and y/n remembers the excitement that coursed through him when he heard that he’d been invited this year.

“It’s just a beautiful theme and a beautiful suit, as well,” the interviewer smiled up at y/n. “But, I must ask, since you arrived quite early, whose outfit are you most excited to see tonight?”

“I’ve already seen my favorite, and the one I was most excited for,” y/n turned around and his eyes immediately caught onto Lewis Hamilton’s figure, clad in the beautifully made cream suit. “Lewis Hamilton is by far one of the best dressed ones here outside of the MET, so I was really excited to see what he cooked up with Louis Vuitton.”

As if Lewis heard him, he turned towards y/n. A smile broke out on his face as his eyes caught onto y/n’s.

The world fell away from the two—the camera flashes turned into shining stars as the blue carpet, walls, and ceiling turned into the night sky. It was very much La La Land-esk as everything around them faded away and they ended up in space.

Y/n smiled and his eyes softened at Lewis, which caused the man to start to walk over to the interview. That cut off their quick connection, and Lewis let a hand rest on y/n’s waist when he came up beside him.

“I heard my name, handsome?” Lewis grinned and nodded at the interviewer as he spared a glance over at y/n.

The height difference was quite comedic and noticeable—there was no way that Twitter (or X if you’re with the times) wasn’t already freaking out over the movie star and F1 driver being so close together again. When the F1 movie was still filming, and Lewis Hamilton was on the set, helping the actors perfect what being in an F1 car was actually like, there were pictures that went around of y/n and Lewis being quite close—much like they are now.

The interviewer raised an eyebrow.

Y/n laughed and shook his head, “You are so annoying, Lew.” Yet, y/n slid a hand behind Lewis and let it fall on the small of his back. At this, Lewis let his hand drop and it raised up to his stomach, stepping back into his favorite pose—the one Twitter lovingly called his ‘pregnant mom pose’.

The shift was seamless, and honestly hard to notice. It was like it was second nature to the duo, and had been done before.

“You two are quite close, no?” The interviewer asked, but he backtracked when he realized that question could be taken the wrong way. “Like on the F1 movie set, pictures went around of you two standing close to each other, and then now, y/n, you have your arm on Lewis’s waist. Is there a story to that?”

Y/n and Lewis glanced at each other and laughed quietly. “Movie sets are where the magic happens, right?” Y/n asked with a smile.

The interviewer went to say more, but representatives for both Lewis and y/n pushed them away, hurling apologies towards the interviewer, but he didn’t care all that much. Vogue just got a story and a beautiful piece idea.

“OH, FUCK,” y/n laughed as he tripped over his own shoe. He looked behind him and, not so, gracefully stepped over the other shoes on the hotel room floor that were in his path. “Jesus, Lew, how many shoes do you have?” He stepped on a black shoe, one with a taller hell than the others.

Lewis laughed as he pushed y/n out of his way so he could walk into the hotel room, the door shutting closed behind them. They shut the world out behind them, leaving just the two of them in the hotel room, only the two of them in on their secret.

"I have enough," Lewis smiled as he started to pull off the black outfit that he had put on for the MET afterparty that he dragged y/n to. "You just have one pair, and that's crazy to me," Lewis tsk'd and shook his head as he glanced over at y/n, who was now laying on the bed on his back. His right arm covered his eyes and his chest rose slowly.

Pausing what he was doing, Lewis walked up to the bed and pulled on y/n arms, causing a whine to escape y/n's throat.

"Nope, come on, love," Lewis hummed as he pulled y/n up so he was sitting up on the bed. His eyes remained closed and his posture was bent like a candy cane as he swayed, threatening to fall back onto the bed again. "You can't sleep in this beautiful suit, you need to change out of it," Lewis's voice was soft as he started to help y/n out of his red suit.

As the jacket started to slide off his arms, y/n opened his eyes and looked up at Lewis, which wasn't a common thing for him, seeing as he was taller than Lewis despite being younger.

"Hmm," y/n hummed as he started to help Lewis slowly take off his suit. Soon enough, y/n was sitting on the edge of the bed in his pajamas, which consisted of a comedic t-shirt with Lewis's face all over it and a pair of sweatshorts.

Lewis walked into the bathroom, but came back just as quick. He held something in his hand, something small but held years of history. He gestured for y/n to hand him his left hand.

"Here you go, Mr. Hamilton," Lewis chuckled as he slid on the ring onto y/n's left ring finger. It was a simple band―gold with small diamonds littered about, but the inside had their wedding date engraved, along with LH. Lewis slid on his own ring, which was similar to y/n's, but his was silver and had Y/I on the inside instead.

"Thank you, Mr. L/n," y/n hummed and he pulled Lewis down into a kiss, a soft and loving one that had both of them sighing.

Their fingers were heavy with their rings, heavy with responsibility and love.

Before they went to sleep that night, they faced each other in bed. Lewis's eyes traveled over y/n's face. He glanced over at the clock on the nightstand, the time blinking back at him in red.

12:00.

"Happy anniversary, lover," Lewis hummed and he leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss on y/n's mouth.

"Happy anniversary, Lew."

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lewishamilton happy 3 years, lover.

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[izzih22]

heyy, first of all thank you for all the fics you’ve been releasing you’ve been doing alot for our entertainment 💕I would like to request a short for you to give you a break lol.

So Azzi’s at a bar with her friends, Paige isn’t there, and the topic of relationships come up and one of Azzi’s friends is talking about how her feet were hurting so her boyfriend helped her walk to the car and azzi’s like “you walk?” (paige literally carries her) i hope you get what i’m saying😭😭 the whole one shot is just her being oblivious to bad relationship things or just things that a normal human can do for themselves because paige treats her like an absolute goddess.

You Walk?

Note: thank you so much!! I kinda made it longer so hope you like it!!

It’s one of those rare weekends with no games and no early practices. Just an off-night, a quiet pocket of time in the chaos of their season. So naturally, KK suggests the local lounge down the road that doesn’t card too hard and plays R&B remixes on Saturdays.

They roll in like they always do—sweatpants and messy buns, still talking about drills that went wrong or teammates who didn’t box out. Azzi’s with them, of course, even if she keeps glancing at her phone every few minutes.

“Paige isn’t coming,” Caroline says as they slide into a corner booth, raising a brow.

Azzi looks up, too fast. “I know.”

“She had film or something, right?” KK asks, already digging into the nachos they ordered before even sitting down.

“Yeah,” Azzi nods, checking her phone again. “Film and then treatment on her ankle.”

“Poor girl’s glued together with KT tape and stubbornness,” Ice mutters, stealing a chip.

“She’s fine,” Azzi says. “She just… doesn’t rest unless someone makes her.”

“Guess that someone is you?” Sarah teases.

Azzi shrugs, biting back a smile. “Sometimes.”

The drinks come—sodas, Shirley Temples, one rogue ginger beer Ice claims “tastes mature.” The music is mellow, the lighting soft. It’s one of those rare moments they all feel twenty-something and not like full-time athletes living on granola bars and ankle braces.

“So,” Jana says, kicking things off as she always does, “relationship question.”

KK groans. “Why do you always do this?”

“Because we’re five girls in a booth on a Saturday night and I’m trying to live a rom-com.”

Caroline snorts. “You need better material.”

Jana ignores her. “What’s the most romantic thing someone’s done for you after a game?”

Ice perks up immediately. “Ooh. Okay, not a boyfriend, but the guy I’ve been seeing lately he picked me up from that away game last weekend, right? I had on these heeled boots…bad decision…and after the game, my feet were screaming. And he walked me all the way back to the car, like arm around me, helping me limp.”

“Aww,” Sarah coos.

Caroline nods. “That’s sweet.”

Azzi, sipping her lemonade, tilts her head. “Wait… you walked?”

The table quiets.

Ice looks over. “Yeah?”

“You didn’t get carried?”

KK snorts. “What?”

Azzi blinks slowly, clearly confused. “If my feet hurt, Paige just carries me to the car.”

There’s a beat of silence. Then…

“I’m sorry,” Caroline says, setting down her drink. “She what?”

Azzi shrugs. “Carries me. Like, arms around my neck, bridal style. She opens the car door with her elbow while holding me.”

Ice stares at her. “You mean like… she’s done this more than once?”

Azzi squints, doing mental math. “It’s kind of our thing. I don’t really walk if I don’t have to after games.”

Jana’s mouth is slightly open. “You… you don’t walk?”

“Not if I’m tired.”

Sarah leans in, looking way too invested. “Does she do this in public?”

“Yeah?”

Caroline is actively holding her head in her hands. “You’re not in a relationship. You’re in a royal court.”

“I thought this was normal,” Azzi mutters, eyes narrowing.

“Azzi,” KK says seriously. “She carried your entire duffel bag and you after the Stanford game.”

“I was sore!”

“She was too!”

Azzi frowns. “She’s stronger than me.”

Everyone knows she lying. Paige is strong but Azzi is a machine. But alas they don’t say anything just smirk.

“You could have walked.”

“Could I have?” Azzi asks genuinely, like she’s never considered the possibility.

Sarah is absolutely losing it. “What else does she do for you that you think is normal?”

Azzi shrugs. “I dunno. She ties my shoes sometimes?”

“Sometimes?” Ice echoes, nearly choking on her drink.

“Well, like, when I’m wearing those shoes with the complicated laces and I don’t feel like doing it. She does them for me.”

KK throws her head back. “I’m actually gonna scream.”

“Oh,” Azzi adds thoughtfully. “She always opens my water bottles too.”

Caroline leans across the table. “Azzi. You are a D1 athlete. You have hands.”

“She gets to them before I do!”

“I’ve watched her unwrap your protein bars.”

“Only the ones with the sticky wrappers.”

“She cuts your grapes.”

“They taste better when they’re in halves!”

“Have you ever carried her to the car?” Sarah asks.

Azzi blinks. “She doesn’t like being carried.”

“That’s not what I asked.”

“No…”

Jana laughs. “You are a princess and you don’t even know it.”

“She microwaves my hoodie before practice when it’s cold,” Azzi offers softly, almost defensively now.

Caroline groans. “Microwaves?!”

“It’s not weird! She wraps it in a towel and puts it in for like, fifteen seconds. So it’s warm.”

KK turns to the group. “I am dating the wrong people.”

Ice clutches her drink. “I’m not even really dating and I feel wronged.”

Azzi’s phone buzzes. She glances at it and smiles instantly.

“What is it?” Caroline asks.

“She just texted me. ‘Did you eat enough?’”

“Tell her no,” Sarah says. “So she’ll pull up with food in twenty minutes and a blanket and probably a slideshow presentation about nutrients.”

Azzi giggles, typing a reply. The girls all watch her, a mix of affectionate disbelief and exasperated envy.

“You know what’s wild,” KK says, voice a little softer now. “She really doesn’t do that for anyone else.”

“Does what?” Azzi asks, still texting.

“All of it,” Jana says, smiling. “She’s cool with us, yeah. But Paige? She spoils you. Like, in ways she doesn’t even realize.”

“She worships you,” Caroline says, not unkindly. “You’re like her favorite person.”

Azzi blinks, cheeks pinking. “She’s my favorite person too.”

There’s a little silence after that. One of those good, warm ones.

Ice sighs dramatically. “Y’all are disgusting.”

Kk raises her glass. “To not walking.”

Everyone laughs.

Azzi raises her glass too, her phone lighting up again with a message from Paige.

PAIGE:

If you’re still hungry, I can bring you something when I’m done. Or just come pick you up.

She smiles, melts a little, and types back:

AZZI:

I’m good. But you can still come pick me up if you want. I miss you.

PAIGE:

On my way.

Azzi sets her phone down, heart full. Her team is still roasting her, still in disbelief but underneath it, there’s love. So much of it.

⸻

Azzi’s just stepped out of the bar when she sees her.

Paige is parked right out front, leaning casually against the passenger door in a hoodie and joggers, arms crossed, hair pulled back in a low bun like she didn’t spend the last two hours watching film and icing. Her eyes soften the second she sees Azzi.

Azzi doesn’t even try to play it cool. She lights up instantly.

Paige pushes off the car and meets her halfway.

“Hey,” she says, already reaching to adjust Azzi’s oversized sweatshirt like it’s her job.

Azzi smiles up at her. “Hi.”

“You tired?”

Azzi leans into her. “A little.”

And without missing a beat, she lifts Azzi right off the ground, arms around her back and under her knees, bridal style. Azzi doesn’t even flinch—she just folds into it, wraps her arms around Paige’s neck, and rests her head against her shoulder like they’ve done this a thousand times.

Inside the bar, five noses are pressed up against the window.

“NO. WAY,” KK whisper-yells.

“She didn’t even ask, Paige just knew,” Ice says, jaw dropped.

“She looks so happy,” Sarah mutters, a little too emotionally invested.

“I feel like I just watched a scene from a Netflix original,” Caroline says.

“Literally how does someone look hot while carrying another adult?” Jana asks, offended.

“Did you see how she opened the door without putting Azzi down?” Ice adds. “I didn’t even know you could do that.”

KK’s filming through the window. “If my future wife doesn’t treat me like I’m made of moonlight and satin sheets, I don’t want her.”

“You think she warmed up the car too?” Sarah asks.

“She probably pre-set the seat warmer,” Caroline says.

“Y’all,” Ice says, dropping her voice like it’s a national secret, “I used to think Paige was kind of quiet and chill. But she’s not. She’s just so gone for Azzi that none of us even exist when she’s around.”

The group stares out the window as Paige carefully lowers Azzi into the car, buckles her in, then presses a kiss to her forehead like it’s the easiest thing in the world. Like muscle memory.

They’re still watching as the car pulls away.

Caroline turns back to the table.

“I think we just witnessed a mythological event.”

“I feel single,” KK says dramatically.

“You are single,” Jana deadpans.

“I feel extra single,” KK corrects.

Sarah’s already texting their group chat:

Sarah: azzi literally gets carried home like a fairy tale

Sarah: if she ever says “paige isn’t that romantic” again we’re playing the window footage

Caroline opens her soda, toasts the air, and says, “To setting the bar unreasonably high.”

They all clink their glasses together.

And somewhere across town, Azzi leans into Paige’s shoulder in the car and says, “They roasted me so bad.”

Paige just smiles. “Good. Let them be jealous.”

Azzi’s grin turns soft. “I’m really lucky.”

Paige glances over at her. “I’m the lucky one.”

⸻

UConn practice, Sunday morning. Coach hasn’t even walked in yet, and the team is already stretching, half-awake, shoes only half-laced. It’s quiet until Paige walks in.

Azzi’s trailing behind her, as always, but today there’s a very specific look in her eyes. It’s the “I told them everything” look.

Paige doesn’t notice. She jogs in with her usual no-sleep-no-problem swagger, hair tied up, hoodie sleeves shoved to her elbows. She barely sets her water bottle down before…

“Oh hey, Paige,” KK calls, loud and obvious. “How are your arms feeling today?”

Paige blinks. “My arms?”

“Yeah, after carrying an entire grown woman across a parking lot last night.”

Azzi breaks immediately, hiding behind a towel.

Paige turns slowly toward her. “You told them?”

“I said one thing,” Azzi mumbles from behind the towel.

“One thing?” Caroline grins. “Girl, you gave us a thesis.”

“We know about the grapes,” Ice adds. “The microwaved hoodie. The shoelace situation.”

Ash fakes a swoon. “She carries you with the door elbow bump. I literally can’t even open my Gatorade without losing a nail.”

Paige stands there, eyes narrowing like she’s deciding who to block in practice first.

“Y’all are being dramatic,” she mutters.

“No we’re not,” Caroline says. “We’re being observant.”

“She doesn’t walk, Paige!” KK shouts, already laughing.

“Okay, but why should she walk?” Paige shoots back, deadpan. “She’s perfect.”

The gym goes silent.

Caroline turns to Ice. “Did she just…?”

“She just dropped that like it was normal,” Ice whispers.

Paige shrugs, tossing a ball lazily between her hands. “If I can carry her, why wouldn’t I? Y’all just jealous.”

“Damn right we are,” Ice says. “I limp and suffer in silence.”

Jana raises an eyebrow. “Would you carry any of us if our feet hurt?”

Paige doesn’t even blink. “No.”

“That was fast,” KK says.

“She wouldn’t even open my water bottle,” Ice adds.

“You shouldn’t need help,” Paige shrugs.

“But Azzi does?” Caroline teases.

Paige tosses the ball at her lightly. “Azzi gets help. Not the same.”

Azzi finally peeks out from behind her towel, smiling helplessly.

Caroline rolls her eyes. “You’re so whipped.”

“I’m not whipped,” Paige says, walking to Azzi like it’s automatic. “I’m just obsessed with her. Totally different.”

Azzi beams. Everyone else groans.

Coach finally walks in, blowing his whistle.

“Save the flirting for after sprints!” He yells.

“Yes, Coach!” they all echo.

But as they start warming up, Azzi’s still grinning, and Paige casually offers her a drink without her even asking. The rest of the team watches it happen like they’re seeing the northern lights.

“Grapes next,” Ice mutters.

“Pretty sure she’s already got them in the locker room,” Caroline says.

And they do. In a little Tupperware, halved.

Because Paige Bueckers may not talk about her feelings much. But everyone on the team knows one thing now: she doesn’t just love Azzi.

She lives to make her life easier.

And apparently, that includes never letting her feet touch the ground.

[yunazxxx]

acrimony — sophia laforteza

in which you received just the right amount attention at the wrong time and with the wrong person. — (wc) 3.6k

fighting, cursing, cheating, toxic!sophia, physical violence at times, crying, r slaps soph twice, angsty smut, established relationship (on and off girlfriends), sub!sophia, etc? — now playing sorrows by bryson tiller

—

you threw the vase at the wall near the window, missing the bitch who you were actually aiming to hit. — so close but also so mother fucking far. your partner rushed to escort her out of the house, but you were faster.

you were right behind her when she closed the door, “why did i ever get involved with your ass” — you said between choked up sobs and a burning ball of fire, your blood was boiling and your eyes was twitching.

“you crawled your way into my world, so don’t fucki-“ a harsh slapped landed across her face, “i could claw my way into much better than your world. you don’t even fucking deserve me.” you said.

you turned around, grabbing your stuff. “we’re through.” and you left the house. she called out for you, begging you to come back but you weren’t. — all her calls went to voicemail, you were never answering her again.

but something about that made you feel guilty, like you did something horrible. then the day came when you got a call from someone, her friend, one of her friends, whom you couldn’t just ignore the call for.

you picked up the phone, “hello?”, you could hear the echo of your voice in the background. “hey, y/n?” — you shook your head, getting a feeling of the bullshit you were getting yourself into.

“what do you want, manon?” you sighed, manon giggled on the other end. “just come outside”, and like a dumbass you did.

you walked out to your front door, seeing the swiss woman sitting there with sophia in the passenger seat, holding a sign that said “take me back, baby, i didn’t mean it.”

she had been apologizing for weeks now, trying to get back together for so long that now you just gave in. — here you were again, yanking sophia by her collar while screaming in her face. “do you know what this does to me?”

you were tired of always arguing with her, every day was the same thing, “i’m going to a friend’s” you said, seeing sophia glued to her phone again. “which friend’s?” she asked, and you sighed, “it’s not like you care, but daniela’s” — “i hate her, no.”

you made a face, looking at sophia funny. “i don’t care though, i need to get away from you.” you admitted, and sophia scoffed, “you always run away when we argue instead of just saying anything back.”

you just rolled your eyes, grabbing your keys and walking outside. the filipina followed behind you, “stop, god you’re not fucking going.”

you looked at her through your car window, “yes, i am” and you drove off, leaving sophia at the house. she stood there contemplating if she should follow behind you, or stay home.

she decided to follow you, speeding to daniela’s place. the drive over there was a lot for you, you were so emotionally exhausted and off balanced that you sobbed your eyes out while making your way there.

daniela had seen your car pull up and immediately noticed your distress. as soon as she saw you crying, she quickly walked over and opened the car door, concern etched on her face.

"hey… what happened? what’s wrong?" she asked softly, gently placing a hand on your shoulder. — “we had another fight” you choked out. you began to explain everything that happened on your way there.

daniela listened intently, her expression growing sympathetic at your words. she wrapped her arms around you, holding you close in a comforting hug "oh babe…." she gently stroked your hair, trying to soothe you — "it’s okay… you're here with me now."

“i know dani, it’s just…” you put your head against her chest, feeling the warmth of daniela’s embrace and the tension from your body began to slowly disappear.

daniela held you in her arms, gently rocking you back and forth. her hands rubbed soothing circles on your back as she continued to speak softly.

"shhh…. it's alright, take your time.” — she pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head, her lips lingering there as she tried to provide you with all the comfort and support you needed.

“i think i’m okay now, thank you dani” you softly said, breaking apart the hug slightly. once you two broke apart, sophia pulled into daniela’s drive way. the anger was plastered all over her face.

daniela told you to stay on the porch, offering to talk to sophia for you, which she went to do. the latina tapped the window, signaling sophia to roll it down.

she sighed as she did, “what do you want?” she asked, with an attitude. “step out of the car, we need to talk.”

sophia reluctantly stepped out the car, slamming her door, startling daniela, “stop slamming the damn door.” — “hurry and get to what you’re trying to say”

“you need two need to talk out whatever situation you guys have going on. she loves you soph” daniela said, and sophia rolled her eyes, “she loves me yet every second of every day she’s bitching about something new!”

you watched as sophia blatantly lied in front of daniela, going down there to correct her. “i don’t bitch everyday, sophia laforteza, i literally only say something every now and then and it’s always the same shit!” you shouted.

“good fucking riddance, you complain about every little thing i do. and you wonder why i never spend time with you, huh?” sophia said, it felt like it stabbed you in the heart.

“you bitch” you said, slapping sophia across the face. “i only complain because you act like i can’t get three minutes of your fucking attention, that’s why i always run here, because daniela gives me what you don’t! you’re so fucking unloyal too.”

sophia’s face twisted into a mixture of shock and anger as you slapped her across the cheek. — “did you just... you just fucking slapped me?" she raised a hand to her face, rubbing the spot where you had struck her.

“and you're fucking accusing me of being unloyal? aren’t you the one who runs off to daniela every time we have an argument?”

“fuck this, i’m not doing this here” you said, walking towards your car, “oh yeah just be a little bitch and run away like you always do! you’re good for nothing.” sophia said and you just started your car — “we’re done laforteza.”

“yeah right, you’ll be running back in less than a week.” and you drove off, never turning back around. — soon that week turned into a month, then into four months.

sophia was sitting in the house, drowning in her loneliness. she missed you, each time she made a call to you, it’d be ignored, blocked out or sent straight to voicemail.

then the night came, when she got a knock at her door. it was cold outside when you finally rang the doorbell.

honestly, it took her a few seconds to gather herself and answer the door. her heart was pounding as she opened it, her mind began racing with emotions.

as soon as sophia saw you standing there, a million thoughts ran through her mind – surprise, confusion, and a glimmer of hope.

“against my better judgment, i’m just here for my clothes nothing else, you can keep my other shit.” you say, not bothering to attempt to rekindle anything between the two of you.

her heart felt heavy as you spoke those words. the tone of your voice was cold and distant, and it stung more than sophia ever expected.

she then stepped back, gesturing for you to come inside. "yeah, your clothes are in my room. you can go up there and get them." — she spoke numbly, trying to keep her emotions in check.

“yea, thanks.” you walked past her, your cold demeanor changing the energy in the house. you walked upstairs, getting all of your stuff then walking back down stairs 30 minutes later.

as she waited downstairs, the sound of your footsteps coming down the stairs was the only break in the silence. she stood there, watching you, unsure of what to say or how to feel. — "you got everything, then?"

her voice was soft, kind of.. hesitant. a part of her didn't want you to leave, but another part knew it was for the best.

“i’m probably missing some stuff but i don’t want to spend another second in your space to, you know, not seem “clingy and possessive”” — you do air quotes again, the bitterness ringing through your words.

she flinched at your words, the sarcasm in your voice digging into her like a knife. she knew she deserved it, but it still hurt.

sophia took a deep breath, running a hand through her hair. — "you don't have to say it like that." she said weakly, still trying to keep her emotions in check.

“but i was like that, well, if we ask you, of course.”

sophia bit back a retort, knowing deep down that you weren't entirely wrong. she had dismissed your feelings and needs, making you feel like you were too much. but now, looking at you standing there, with that frosty expression on your face, made her realize how much she took you for granted.

"i know... i know i made you feel that way. i just... i didn't know how to handle it.” she admitted. “you also argued with me each time i brought it up, but it’s whatever. this though?” you pointed between the two of you, “is done and dead.”

her heart sank further as you spoke. the finality in your words hit sophia like a truck, and she felt a sense of desperation welling up within her.

but she had no one to blame but herself. she had been dismissive and harsh, and now she had lost something precious in the process.

she took a step forward, closing the distance between you both slightly. — "do you really mean that? is there no way to work through this?"

you stepped back a few steps — “you showed your true colors that day, soph. you thought you had serious power over me but you didn’t.”

sophia watched as you stepped away, the space between you two growing wider. the mention of her power over you stung, the truth of it hitting her like a ton of bricks.

“maybe i did. maybe i got too used to having you cling to me, to needing me. i took it for granted, and i messed up." — her voice trembled, the weight of her mistakes heavy on her shoulders.

“well, now you can do that to someone else. i don’t want you back, sophia. not right now at least.” — you admitted, with zero intention of ever getting back with her. she played you after all, you didn’t want to deal with that again.

she clenched her fists, feeling a mix of frustration and pain. she knew she had messed up, and the fact that you didn't want her back hurt more than anything.

but she knew she had no choice but to accept it. — she then nodded weakly, unable to find the words to express the turmoil within herself.

"i.. i understand. i’m sorry for everything. i really am." — you put your bags down, walking closer to sophia, and pulling her into one last kiss. this was a sweet, long and warm kiss.

her eyes widened in surprise as you kissed her, the warmth and sweetness taking her off guard. she immediately melted into the kiss, feeling the mix of emotions swirl through her body.

she returned the kiss, her arms gently wrapping around you, desperately clinging onto this moment of tenderness. your hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to your body.

she deepened the kiss, her heart racing as the emotions flooded through me. despite everything that had happened, being in your arms again felt like home. she held onto you tightly, not wanting to let go.

you broke the kiss, your forehead resting against hers, and your hands staying around her waist. she let out a shaky sigh, a wave of emotions taking over her, pain, guilt and the amount of love for you she’s felt this whole time.

you kissed her forehead, then the space between you two went back to how it was. the gesture was endearing, but sophia knew was about to happen. — “goodbye, now..” she sighed out, not wanting you to leave, but biting her tongue from begging you to stay.

“i’m not leaving yet” you said, turning around and going back upstairs, “i forgot these” you said returning back down with the drawings you had for sophia.

“what are you going to do with those?” sophia asked, swallowing the lump in her throat, “oh i’m just going to burn them, so your new girlfriend doesn’t end up in my shoes” — guess you still resented her.

“what?” she asked, she was taken aback. she didn’t think you thought she had a new girl already, but here you two were. “(y/n), i don’t have a girlfriend..” she admitted — “that’s funny” you said, folding the papers, putting them in your bag.

“i’m serious, i don’t have anyone. the one person i wanted, i lost because i was stupid as fuck.” she said, no longer trying to hide the fact she wanted you back. she needed you more than her pride would ever allow her to admit.

you shook your head, “soph, we aren’t doing this again..” you said, and she walked up to you, “no, please. i love you, (y/n), i want you, just you” she said, her eyes darting between both of yours in desperation.

she pulled you into another kiss, this time she was holding your face, she wanted you to know how much she loved you, without the situation and issues, and here you two were, standing in the living room sharing yet another kiss.

this time the kiss didn’t break off so easily, you began to push sophia against the wall between you too, and you deepened the kiss. you kissed along her neck, making sophia moan.

“its been a long time”, you chuckled against her milky skin, making her twitch slightly. “i fucking hate how you make me feel” you admitted, and moved sophia with you to the couch, putting her under you and continued making out with her.

you straddled sophia’s waist as you did so, leaning back down and took sophia’s soft lips into another kiss, biting at her bottom lip while grinding against her.

you locked her wrists together with one hand — a small moan caught in sophia’s throat from the kiss. her body felt on fire already from your touch, her core heating up as you grinded against her.

she struggled against her restraints, her wrists still firmly held in your grip. “please... i need to touch you..." — she whispered between kisses, her body desperate for more friction, more you.

you laughed into the kiss, “you can wait” you said, beginning to kiss her neck again, leaving a mark there while your hips sped up.

sophia let out a soft moan as you kissed her neck, her body trembling from the mix of pleasure and frustration. the sensation of your hips grinding against her sent waves of desire through her body, her chest rising and falling rapidly.

"you’re so... so teasing.." — the filipina gasped out, her body involuntarily arching up towards you, wanting to get closer.

“and yet you haven’t stopped me,” you teased, letting go of her wrists. — the moment her wrists were free, her arms immediately went wrapped around your neck, pulling you down so your body was again flush against hers. she could feel your chest against hers, her body still craving that sweet friction.

"i... i could never stop you." — she whispered softly, her mind going fuzzy as she gave into your touch. “now, that's obvious baby.” you said, your hips grinding deeper against the fabric of the pants.

sophia let out a sharp gasp, her body arching into your movement as the fabric between you both felt like a damn tease. her hands gripped onto your shoulders, her mind consumed with need of you and you alone.

"you drive me crazy..." — she murmured, her voice breathy and filled with desire. “i’m glad” you whispered as you pull her into another kiss, your hand going between you two and sliding into her pants.

sophia gasped into the kiss, her body immediately responding to your touch, her wetness growing more and more. she broke the kiss apart, leaning her head back and letting out a low moan.

“how do you make me want you so much.." she whispered, the friction and pleasure you provided taking her breath away.

“i just have that affect” you laughed out, only speeding up your hand to match your hips, then inserting your fingers inside of sophia.

sophia clutched at your neck, her back arching as you continued to drive her insane. her mind was clouded with pleasure, her body trembling with need. she let out a soft moan, her mouth next to your ear.

"i just... need more..." — she said in a voice dripping with desire, and need, even lust was very evident. “so needy, aren’t you?”

sophia then nodded frantically, a shiver going up her spine from your words. she looked up at you, her eyes locking with yours, her body trembling under you.

“yes... please... i need it. give me more..." — she whispered, her voice needy and raw.

you pushed them as deep as they could go inside of her, retracting your hips and allowing all of your arm power to go into pushing her to her orgasm.

sophia could hardly contain her moans, biting onto your shoulder to muffle her desperate sounds. her body trembling as she climbed closer and closer to her climax, her body desperately craving her release.

"oh god... don't... stop.." she moaned out, barely able to form a coherent sentence. “louder for me, come on, you can do better than that.” you said, voice low and sultry, against her neck, nipping and kissing at it.

sophia bit down on her lip to stop another moan from escaping, her mind desperately clinging onto the edge of her climax but refusing to let her go.

“no...no... i..-" she protested weakly, unable to find the words to form a sentence. — “oh well, guess this won’t happen” you pulled your fingers out and just rested them on the band of her pants.

sophia whimpered as you pulled your fingers out, her body immediately missing the pleasure it was just receiving. she shifted uneasily, your fingers teasingly lingering on the waistband of her pants.

"please... don’t stop..." she whispered again, her voice desperate and needy. she needed your touch, she had been craving it for so long.

you pretended to think for a while, “i think i’ll make you wait..” you teased her. — sophia let out a frustrated huff as you held off from pleasuring her further. she was getting incredibly desperate, every cell in her body craving your touch, your attention.

she looked up at you, her eyes filled with a mix of need and defiance.. “you’re... such a tease.." — hearing those words made you tug at her pants, pulling them off of her in one go.

you plunged your fingers back inside of her, sophia let out a gasp, her body instantly responding to your touch once again, her hips bucking up in need, her body trembling with desire. she let out a low moan, her voice thick and ragged with need.

"fuck, you’re driving me crazy... i need to.. i need to-" she gasped, struggling to form a complete statement as the pleasure consumed her body.

“need to what, hm?” you said as you sped up, going faster than you were just a few minutes ago.

sophia’s breathing became ragged as you increased the pace, the sensations building up once more. she could hardly concentrate on anything but the way you were making her feel. she tried to form a sentence, but her words were lost in a mix of gasps and moans.

“need... to... finish..." she managed to gasp out, her body trembling with tension. — you brought your face down to her thighs, your tongue resting against her clit before kissing and sucking on it softly, eating her out.

sophia nearly cried out from pleasure, her body overwhelmed with sensation. she could hardly control herself anymore, her body shaking uncontrollably as she teetered on the edge of release. her hands gripped tightly at the couch beneath her, desperately trying to hold on.

"please, i’m so close.. just a little more.." she whimpered, her voice broken with need. — you sped up, causing her to be pushed over the edge and cum right there.

you slowed down your fingers, giggling at her while she panted, trying to regain her composure but her heart was beating so fast. — you gently pulled your fingers out, licking her cum off of them. then you began to fix her clothes back on her.

sophia let out a soft whimper as you remove your fingers and fix her clothes, her body still buzzing from the overwhelming pleasure.

she slowly sat up, her body slightly shaking as she tried to compose herself. she looked up at you with a mixture of exhaustion and satisfaction in her eyes, her cheeks flushed.

“you really drive me crazy, you know?” she whispered, her voice low, hoarse and sounding tired. “i know i do” you giggled, “but you should rest now” you said, and sophia nodded.

you took her upstairs, laid her down in her bed, you got in the bed behind her and cuddled her. you pulled her head closer to your chest, and whispered a soft “i love you” while she slowly dozed off, kissing her on the forehead.

—

prev katz works

[ceruark]

✦ ≡ that's that me espresso

[mydei, phainon, & sunday x fem! reader. modern au.] wc: 3.0k cw: slightly suggestive, nothing explicit. a/n: might do a part 2... lmk who you want to see a/n 2: this is my first time writing mydei and phainon i hope it's okay...

MYDEI - and i got this one boy, and he won't stop calling

Seele raises a brow at you as your phone vibrates for the umpteenth time. "Shouldn't you get that?"

You should; your recent hookup-turned-situationship has been awfully persistent about seeing you again, and you've been ignoring his texts all night. You shrug at her. "Probably."

Beside you, March snickers. "It's nothing to worry about. I don't think ignoring this boytoy will get him off your back."

Firefly makes a sound of surprise, and you roll your eyes as March eyes you. "Don't call him that, March."

The pink-haired girl scoffs. "Isn't that what he is?" After a moment of silence, her jaw drops. "No way. Did he get promoted to something more?" She gasps, pressing a hand to her chest as if to clutch at pearls that aren't there. "Do you have a b-word?"

"It's not like that," you respond, turning when you catch movement in your periphery. Bronya walks toward the four of you with a receipt in her hands, being ever the sweetheart and paying for your meals. You smile as you catch her eye. "Thanks, Bronya."

Bronya smiles back at you before moving to stand beside her girlfriend (who is still staring at you skeptically). Firefly trails after the pair as they leave through the restaurant's double glass doors, and you lag behind all of them, weighed down by a huffy March who clings to your arm and demands answers.

Your fond irritation drops off and gives way to shock when you spot a familiar motorcycle parked across the lot. You stop in your tracks, watching dumbfoundedly as the owner of the bike takes off his helmet and shakes his head side-to-side, turning his long dirty blonde locks into a mess. He hangs his helmet on the edge of one of the handles and turns toward the restaurant doors, his amber eyes scanning your friends before locking onto you.

When his eyes meet yours, he raises an eyebrow, as if chastising you for ignoring his messages. He crosses his arms across his chest and takes slow, leisure strides across the lot toward you.

March pulls at your arm sharply. You side-eye her just enough to see her jaw hanging open as she eyes the man approaching you. "That's your man?"

"I told you it's not like that," you hiss at her before freeing yourself from her grasp. You turn just in time to see him stop in front of you. He tilts his head to the side expectantly, and you clear your throat.

"I don't remember telling you where I would be tonight, Mydei," you state matter-of-factly.

He shrugs nonchalantly. "Phainon."

Damn it. You and your childhood friend have a tendency to get involved in each other's love lives where you really had no business being. You would have to get him back for this.

You smile a little too sweetly at him. "And you decided to show up?"

His gaze sweeps over you before sliding over to your friends standing behind you. "I wanted to see who you were with."

You force a laugh, a poor attempt to distract yourself from the way you flush red. "Why? You jealous?"

Mydei meets your eyes, and your heart skips a beat at the intensity of his gaze. He steps closer to you, lifting one hand in the air and letting it linger mere centimeters away from your hip. "Let me take you home."

You're caught off guard. Sure, you knew what you had with Mydei had turned into something a little more than just hooking up, but you weren't expecting this— had he really shown up out of jealousy? Did he think you were ignoring him because you were seeing someone else?

You look at Seele, whose apartment you were planning to head back to after dinner. "Do you still want me to—"

"Nope. Have fun," Seele interrupts, trying to leave the situation as fast as possible. She gives you a curt wave before turning her back to you, heading toward her car. "We'll see you tomorrow."

Bronya and Firefly trail after Seele awkwardly. March flashes you two thumbs-up and an ear-splitting smile before bouncing off after them.

You turn back to Mydei and sigh playfully. "You scared off my friends."

He hums in response, moving to stand beside you and wrapping an arm around your waist. "They've had your attention all day. They'll be fine."

"Someone sounds a little irritated." You lean your head against his arm and peer up at him, grinning. "Surely me not answering you didn't bother you that much?"

Mydei frowns down at you, before taking your chin between his hands. He leans down and presses his lips to yours in a surprisingly tender kiss, one so unlike the countless others you two have exchanged. Your heart leaps again at the unexpected affection.

You're a bit breathless when he breaks the kiss. "Don't play coy with me."

He looks away from you and across the lot, releasing his hold on your waist to take your hand in his. Dazed, you allow him to guide you toward his motorcycle.

Maybe it is like that.

And there's no doubt that your phone's newfound incessant buzzing is March rubbing it in your face.

PHAINON - oh he looks so cute wrapped ‘round my finger

You’re holed up in the library with Aglaea, putting together a slide deck for a group project due later that week, when you feel something firm press against your back. As you look up, an arm snakes itself around you to place your favorite drink from the boba shop near campus in front of you.

Smiling radiantly, you tilt your head back to meet Phainon’s adoring gaze.

“Hey, Phai,” you greet in the sweet, airy voice you reserve just for him.

He grins down at you, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your hair. “Hey, beautiful,” he says back.

Phainon isn’t the type of guy you’d usually go after like this; sure, he’s a bit of a jock, but unlike the other athletes you’ve been with, he’s actually incredibly sweet, charming, and attentive. He’s walking boyfriend material, and your roommate Jelena had warned you that you better not break this one’s heart or else you’d probably have a bounty placed on your head, and hers, by extension.

Luckily for both of you, you have no intentions of leading Phainon on or dumping him— not that you want him knowing that just yet. You do intend to make things official soon; your little situationship with him has been going on much longer than they usually do for you, by virtue of the fact that he’s actually everything you’re looking for in a guy that you would want to get serious with. The cold and distant facade you usually take up with your flings was quickly melted away by, well, everything about him, from his affection and eagerness to please to his consideration and puppy-like love. You can’t deny that Phainon had quickly managed to worm his way into your heart, but for the sake of your pride, you decide to drag things out just a little longer.

Besides, with the way he continues to shower you with gifts and act like a boyfriend even without the title, he clearly has no plans of leaving you, either.

You’re not a stranger to attention, but you do find that it’s far more meaningful and preferable when it’s Phainon’s eyes on you.

You take a sip of the drink, and hum in approval. “My favorite,” you say, pleased. “You remembered.”

“Of course I did.” Cheekily, he tilts his head to the side as he asks, “Do I get a reward?”

You hum in consideration, before leaning up to give him a peck on the lips— brief, as to not make Aglaea uncomfortable. 

He pouts, adorably, when you pull away. “Is that it?”

“Depends,” you say with a shrug. “Will I see you tonight?”

Phainon grins, and it’s like staring into the sun itself. There seems to be a satisfaction about him, but his cheery demeanor distracts you enough that you don’t linger on it too much. “Sure you will,” he answers easily, “I can take you out after practice. Seven okay?”

“Seven’s perfect.” You lean your head against his chest, winking. “See you then.”

He winks back at you and gently presses his thumb to your lips before leaving. With his back now turned to you, you allow your carefully crafted smile to break out into a stupid grin as a feeling of giddiness washes over you. You’re biting back a few giggles when a voice cuts through your daze.

“You probably think you’ve got him caught, don’t you? Right where you want him.”

Aglaea’s words bring you down from your fleeting feeling of lightness and back to reality as something lurches in your stomach. You do have Phainon exactly where you want him— it’s obvious, what with all the gifts and the way he follows you around like a lost puppy.

You look at her with a raised brow. “What?”

Your confusion must show on your face because Aglaea gives a soft laugh and shakes her head. “Phainon is one of the most intelligent and talented people on this campus. You should give him more credit and maybe reassess the nature of your relationship and where exactly you stand with him.”

She gathers her things and packs them into her bag, bidding you farewell with a promise to make sure that Cifera does her part of the project, but you’re too caught up on the implications of her previous statement to pay it any mind.

You’re obviously the one pulling the strings and calling the shots here… right?

SUNDAY - one touch and i brand-newed it for ya

"So are we gonna talk about it?"

Your fingers stab furiously at your keyboard, each click of the keys louder than necessary. "There's nothing to talk about," you mutter, pointedly ignoring the way your coworkers lean in conspiratorially. You don't know why they're doing it. There's nothing to be secretive about.

Stelle leans back in her chair, pointing a stick of Pocky in your direction. "You've either gotta be dumb or dense as hell to not see the way he's wrapped around your finger."

"Dumb, dense..." Caelus smirks and sing-songs, "or in denial."

"I don't know why you'd deny it." March puts her head in her hands and pouts. "I mean, if you get with him, you can totally quit your day job and have it made for you! You could be living every girl's dream!"

 "That only happens in dramas, March." You wait a moment, before adding, "Besides, he's not into me."

"Yes he is!" March exclaims, exasperated. "I don't know what you did, but he's been, like, obsessed with you since the end of year formal!"

You try (and fail) to stifle a blush as the memory of that night comes rushing back to you. As one of the biggest companies in the nation, Astral Express's finest were invited to attend Halovian Corporation's annual end of year formal.  It was supposed to go off without a hitch. You planned to stick by Dan Heng the whole night, the two of you taking on a vow of sobriety as to not make asses of yourselves or the company in front of The Family.

But then Dan Heng got whisked away by some old colleagues, and March got her hands on you and steered you toward the open bar, and then—

And then the next thing you knew, you were perched on a windowsill in one of the long hallways leading into the ballroom. Very tipsy and borderline drunk, you chatted with whoever crossed your path, your giddiness making you rather pleasant company.

You'd been humming a tune to yourself when two figures staggered into the hallway. The shorter of the two huffed and moved toward the wall, untangling the other's limbs from his shoulders as he left him propped up against the wall.

The flashy blonde man looked around, before locking eyes with you. He gave you a charming smile before asking, "Do you mind keeping an eye on my colleague here for a moment?"

You shrugged at him. "Sure. I'm not going anywhere."

"Thanks. You're the best, friend." He turned to his companion, making very direct eye contact with him and sternly saying, "I'm gonna go find your sister. Stay here. Don't leave this hallway."

The other mumbled something incoherent, drawing your attention to him. You turned your head, and your eyes bulged out of your head when your gaze fell on none other than Halovian's esteemed CEO.

You sputtered nonsense for a moment before clapping a hand over your mouth, remembering yourself— and your present company.

The blonde's laughter echoed down the hallway as he walked away.

The first few minutes had been awkward to say the least. Seeing the Sunday Oak so disheveled and drunken was enough to shock you back into near-sobriety, and so you sat there, openly gawking at him as his gaze wandered the hallway, studying the intricate wallpaper and embellishments.

Eventually, his gaze landed on you. You stiffened as he gave you a once-over, his head tilting to the side as he considered you.

“I should apologize for my present state,” he said, impressively not slurring his words. “This is no way to behave in front of a lady as pretty as you.”

You felt yourself flush bright red at his words. You laughed loudly to cover up your nerves. “Oh, it’s fine, I’m also far too drunk to be in front of someone of your caliber.”

He frowned a bit at your words. To your disbelief, he pouted, and then threw his head to the side, balancing it against the wall. “My caliber?” He huffs, almost sounding sassy. 

“Well, you are the CEO of the largest company in Penacony,” you responded.

“Yes,” he spat dryly, “it seems that is all I am to people.”

You clammed up at his sudden shift in demeanor. You’d clearly struck a nerve, and it’d probably be best to just keep to yourself until the blonde man returned. 

That’s what you’d intended to do— until you noticed Sunday struggling to keep himself upright against the wall.

“Ah—” You hurried to your feet and rushed to his side to brace his side just as he was about to topple over. “Come here, sit, sit.” You gently eased him down onto the ledge you’d just been sitting on then took a seat beside him.

He hiccuped, and you’d be lying to yourself if you said you didn’t find it endearing. “Thank you, he murmured. You noticed him eyeing where your hand was still holding his bicep.

Flustering again, you released his arm and folded your hands in your lap. “So, um, Mr. Oak—”

“Sunday,” he interrupted. “Sunday is fine.”

“Right! Sunday,” you amended. “How has your night been so far?”

Whether it was because of your friendliness and warmth, or because his inhibitions were already so low, or because you were both drunk, you couldn’t say, but for whatever reason Sunday cracked under the question and said, “Positively awful. I had to break things off with my… partner.”

You blinked rapidly. “Oh.” You blinked some more. “Oh, I wasn’t aware you, uh, had one.”

“It was a mere month of my time wasted,” he muttered. “They were only after my position and inheritance.”

“Oh,” you said, dejected this time. “I’m really sorry to hear that. I’m sure you’d be delightful to date. You seem sweet.” When he stared at you in question, you elaborated, “I work with Stelle and Dan Heng, they’ve both talked about how much you dote on your sister. I’m sure someone so caring would make an amazing partner. It’s unfortunate that people only see you for your title and money. Anybody would be lucky to have you.”

Sunday looked at you again at those words, that same considering gleam in his eyes. 

Then, suddenly, he’d asked, “Can I kiss you?”

Your back went ramrod straight. “Huh?”

“Sorry, I—” Now he was blinking fast, looking anywhere but your face. “I’m not sure what came over me. I didn’t mean to offend you.”

“It’s not offensive,” you blurted out, eager to smooth things over. “I meant it, anybody would be lucky to have you, even me!”

Well. A little too eager, it seemed. Sunday blushed even more at that, but leaned closer to you. He stopped a bit away from your face, as if waiting for permission.

In a normal state of mind, you probably wouldn’t deny Sunday Oak a kiss. In a drunken state, you definitely weren’t denying Sunday Oak a kiss.

You gently pressed your lips to his, laying a hand on top of his as you met him halfway. 

And that’s how Robin Oak found you drunkenly making out with her brother in a hallway at the winter formal, her gasp snapping you both out of whatever had possessed you two.

You slump into your chair, muttering, “Nothing happened at the formal, March.”

“Bullshit,” Stelle declares, jutting a finger in your direction. “Robin won’t tell me what happened, but she gets all giggly when I bring you up.”

Before you can fire off another denial, Welt pokes his head into the meeting room you’ve all been monopolizing, rapping his knuckles against the door to announce his arrival.

“I have something for you,” he says as he walks over to you. You watch as he sets down a neatly packaged lunch from the restaurant Astral employees frequent a lot. To your horror, there’s a note attached to it, scrawled in immaculate handwriting that you’ve only ever seen at the end of important company documents. 

Stelle lunges forward and snatches it off the container before you can stop her. You throw yourself across the table at her, but she leans back too fast, already skimming the note. She bursts into shocked laughter before turning the note back to you, yelling, “Sunday wants to know if he can see you again!”

Both of Welt’s eyebrows shoot up at that. Dan Heng sighs heavily as March and Caelus both start yelling at you, the latter in a mocking manner while the former badgers you for answers with more vigor than ever before.

Clearly, this was not a drunken decision you’d be able to just sleep off.

[bills5lut]

INNOCENT (not a virgin) READER W DOM BILLIE PUHLEEEAASSEEEE

innocent

warnings: smut, dom!topbillie, sub!bottomreader, strapr!receiving, teasing

synopsis: billie takes an interest at you at a party where you feel slightly out of place, and keeps trying to make moves on you whilst you drive yet you’re mostly oblivious

note: someone may have inspired this to a degree…

Sat tensely in your cousin’s best friend’s softly lit house in the hills, expensive yet clearly lived in, vinyls stacked by a record player, dim lamps rather than overhead lights, and open glass bifold doors to a back deck where smoke from a little barbecue curls into the air. You’re slightly on edge, your cousin dragged you along to her best friend Billie Eilish’s little gathering. There isn’t many of you, a few warm bodies spilled on couches, everyone loosely draped over each other, empty cans of beer on a coffee table. You clutch your soda like a prop, you don’t drink, yet the smell of weed, cologne, and warm skin could probably be enough to get you high. 

Billie is tucked into a leather armchair, legs thrown over the armrest, a half drunk beer balancing on her knee, laughing with someone across from her. You’re not used to this kind of energy, this kind of crowd, definitely not used to someone like Billie looking over at her and not looking away. 

From across the room, you catch Billie’s eyes flick toward you, mid conversation, her mouth curving into a half smile as she says something you cant hear, something you feel might be about you. 

“Hey. Who brought the angel?” 

A girl, short, curly brown hair with a tumbler of whiskey rocking in her hand replies shortly “Oh thats y/n, my roommates cousin, she doesn’t drink.”

“Shame, she’s pretty” 

After a moment or so, which you spend still just sipping your orange soda and sitting upright on the couch, Billie walks over, grabbing your hand with force. 

“You. You’re the only one who hasn’t been double fisting tequila. Come on. You’re driving.” She says whilst dragging you off the couch 

You jump back a little, confused, 

“What? Me? Why?” You stutter out

Billie lets out a soft, amused scoff, looking at you like you’re almost too easy. She leans in slightly, her voice smooth “Yeah, Im paying. You like fries? Cmon.”

Billie pulls you to the dark driveway, chucking her keys at you and you clutch them in your hands as you grab them, heart pounding a little harder, nerves buzzing with static.

You step into the drivers seat of Billie’s car, unfamiliar, expensive, the leather interior smells just like her, cedar, vanilla, smoke, yet slightly sweet. 

Billie crawls into the passenger seat, kicking her legs up on the dashboard, sneakers off, watching you intently as you drive. 

The streetlights of LA flash across Billie’s face in gold stripes, she looks undeniably beautiful, but when she meets your gaze you awkwardly look away. 

Billie notices, and chuckles slightly, before piping up, tapping your knee, “You’re real cute, y’know that?”

You blush, stumbling over your words, “Thanks. I guess.”

Billie quirks her eyebrow, “You guess?”

You force a shrug, swallowing thickly, the weight of her attention grounding you in the seat. You keep your eyes on the road, lips pressing together in stiff silence. 

The bass of the music, low on the speakers, rattles quietly across the car, providing slight relief to the silence. 

It’s the kind of silence that stretches, awkwardly. Billie doesn’t speak, just studies you. You can feel her gaze drag down your profile, the streets blurring by in streaks of amber light, the hum of the tires under you almost hypnotic.

“You always this quiet?” Billie asks softly, eyes still attached to you, you tense up, lips still sealed, “You got a boyfriend, or just always this shy?”

Awkwardly, you answer, unsure of what Billie is trying to do, “I had a boyfriend, a while ago” 

Heat rushes to your cheeks before the words are even out. Your stomach twists, not from the memory, but from how Billie’s voice seems to curl in your chest. Your thighs press slightly without realising. 

Billie’s eyes watch your reddening cheeks, and she smirks, “Did he ever make you blush this bad?”

Your hands grip the steering wheel, the leather heating against your sweating palms. At a nearing stop light, you turn your head toward Billie, tapping the steering wheel slightly, “Are you flirting with me?”

Billie leans closer, amused, “Took you long enough to catch on”

Your breath catches, the air thick in your chest. You try to hide behind a soft laugh, but it crumbles into a sigh “I wasn’t sure.”

The windows fog slightly from the heat of the car, matching the low simmer Billie is building with each pointed glance. 

Billie replies, voice low, “You really are just that innocent huh?”

Your mouth opens slightly, but nothing comes out. You look ahead, frozen between flattery and panic, like someone dropped you into the middle of a scene you hadn’t auditioned for. Billie turns her face toward the window, but you can feel her smirking.  “Have you even had sex?”

You snap your head over defensively, “Yes, of course, what? Yes I have. With my ex”

Billie nods, slightly smug, “And was it good?”

You shrug, eyes back on the road as you pull into the parking lot of the gas station Billie directed you to drive toward. Your heart hammers at your ribs, if you look at her now, you know you’ll either say something stupid, or lean in. 

She pauses, then leans in, voice softer but remains commanding, “Come here”

Her fingers curl around your jaw, firm but gentle, tilting your face toward hers. Her kiss lands like heat, slow at first, tasting, teasing. You go rigid, but her mouth is patient. Eventually, you melt. 

Your hands hover helplessly in the air, unsure of where to go, and Billie catches one mid waft, placing it on her waist with a quiet laugh. She deepens the kiss, tongue brushing yours. 

The kiss is confident and deliberate, making you gasp slightly when Billie bites down on your bottom lip. Her smile presses against your lips, and she pulls back, whispering, “Get in the back”

You tilt your head, confused, “Why?”

Billie snorts, shaking her head “Jesus, just trust me.”

You crawl awkwardly into the back, knees knocking against the console. Billie follows, smooth, composed.

She leans back against the car door, legs spread just enough, “Sit on my lap pretty” 

You hesitate, and Billie takes your wrist gently, “C’mere, relax, I’ll guide you”

You straddle her, trying hard to appear calm, but your hands betray you, trembling slightly where they land on her waist. Billie’s hands settle on your hips, grounding you, her thumbs stroking slow, soothing circles. 

“Undo my jeans” She whispers, and you nod, fingers fumbling with her fly, hands slipping. Beneath her dark denim jeans, there’s a long purple strap. Your eyes widen slightly and your hands jump back to your own sides in shock. Billie mocks you, mouth widening, 

“What? Shocked?”

You stammer out, “You were wearing that this whole time?”

Billie shrugs, smirking, “I had a feeling this would get interesting”, before she lifts your skirt up, pulling your panties aside, and helping you lower yourself down onto it, one hand firm on your lower back guiding you. 

Your hands fly to Billie’s shoulders, trembling, the seat creaking as you lower yourself, eyes fluttering shut and breath catching. You dip your head down the crook of Billie’s neck, and she grabs a fistful of your hair firmly, 

“Nuh uh, eyes on me.” 

You softly murmur “It feels, I.. I” head still buried in Billie’s neck 

“I know baby. Let me see you.” 

You try to stay hidden, biting down soft moans into her shoulder, but Billie cups your jaw, forcing your gaze upward, not unkind, but unrelenting, “Stop hiding”

Billies slide underneath your thighs, guiding your rhythm slowly at first, then suddenly quicker, a jolt through your spine sending your head reeling backward. 

“Billie, slow, slower please” You gasp 

She shakes her head softly “You’re doing so good angel, you can take it, I know you can”

Your breath forms small clouds on the window glass behind Billie’s head, body rocking slightly with each thrust. Your hands plant hard on the fogged window for balance, handprints streaking the condensation. 

The air inside the car thickens with sound, soft gasps, wet movement, leather creaking. Billie’s thighs hit yours in rhythm, the slap low and damp.

“Just like that baby” she murmurs “Just like that”

Your eyes gloss over, hips jolting with each thrust, and Billie smirks softly “Feels better than your ex huh?”

You moan out loudly, getting more confident, “Fuck, yes, god it does”

Billie hums in approval, stroking your shoulder with her thumb “That’s better, prefer you like this” 

You ride harder now, head thrown back, the strap hitting deeper, each wet thrust making your stomach flip. Billie watches you unravel, mouth agape, sweat misting your collarbones. 

You start getting overwhelmed, breath hitching, hands sliding from the windows back to Billie’s shoulders, nails digging in

Billie leans in slowly, whispering in your ear, “You gonna cum baby?”

You nod rapidly, bouncing harder, most desperately, wetness dripping down from your pussy over Billie’s thighs, her grip firm on your waist as she moves you just right. The strap hits the exact spot, over and over. 

She lifts your shirt slightly, palm pressing against your lower stomach, feeling the pressure deep inside. She smiles. 

“Right there huh?”

You cant speak, pleasure washing over you, too intense to speak, Billie laughs slightly, 

“Eyes on me baby, let me see you cum, let me see how I make you feel”

You collapse forward against Billie, breath shallow, body trembling, cum coating the strap, nails piercing Billie’s skin. 

Billie kisses your forehead, one hand stroking up your spine beneath your shirt

The car falls into stillness, windows fogged, your shallow breathing the only sound. Everything is warm, soft. The tension is gone, dissolved into something tender. 

You sigh deeply, “I’ve never felt like that before”

Billie chuckles, brushing your hair back with her fingers, “Yeah. No shit”

You nod, still breathless, lips parted. Billie kisses you again, slower, softer.

“You good?”

You nod, faced flushed, eyes glazed with an afterglow. 

Your skin buzzes, overstimulated, and Billie helps you adjust your clothes with a gentle ease. 

“You’ll be thinking about that every time you drive now huh?”

You blush, burying your face into Billie’s neck.

“Awh poor thing” Billie murmurs, kissing your temple, her fingers threading through your hair, as if she’s claiming you without a single word. 

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The ache comes and goes like stars with the weather

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Pairing: Hyunjin X gn reader

Summary: After finding out a friend tried to take their own life, you fall apart in front of your boyfriend.

Genre: Comfort/hurt

Word Count: 2.6k

Trigger warning: Suicide and guilt for being unable to stop a suicide.

Suicide, depression, and anxiety resources

A/N: This request was devastating, so requestee, I tried to insert some light into it. Hopefully, light comes your way soon. In the meantime, Hyunjin is Hyunjin <3

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“Alright, which cereal do you want?” Hyunjin stopped the grocery cart in front of the wall of cereal. 

You glanced at all the boxes, trying to decide which one. After a few moments, you pointed to one of the brighter boxes. His eyes narrowed and he reached over, slowly pulling it off the shelf. “You want the one with the most sugar possible in it?” 

“Oh, like you don’t eat fruit like a starved man.” 

“Hey!” His hand flew to his chest, where he clutched his t-shirt in agony. “This isn’t like that and you know it! There’s nothing wrong with my fruit.” 

“If fruit has sugar in it, then my cereal can have sugar in it, too.” 

“But fruit sugar is natural.” 

“My foot up your ass is going to be natural. Food is food. Let me enjoy my sugar-filled cereal. Don’t make me lecture you on the two packs of ramen you had for dinner last night. If my sugar intake is an issue-” You reached out and pointed at him, “then so is your sodium intake.” 

His hands went up and he sighed. “Damn, you got me there. You win this one, but just for today.” 

Your tongue stuck out at him. He rolled his eyes and dropped the box into the grocery cart. “You’re such a brat.” He huffed, unlocked his phone, and deleted the item from his notes app. 

The two of you started to grocery shop twenty minutes ago. You stood with your feet on the end of the cart. Hyunjin pushed and you held on tight. On the way here, you tried to come up with somewhat of a grocery list. 

It was all odd and end stuff. You didn’t know exactly what you were getting and not getting. Some stuff, you picked out randomly while going through the aisles. That happened to be the worst part of your grocery shopping experiences. Both of you were so busy and easily distracted, coming up with a detailed grocery list felt difficult. You winged every grocery trip every time you walked into the store. 

“What do you think we should have for dinner tonight?” 

“Uh,” you shrugged. “I don’t know. Does anything sound good to you?” 

“Not really, no. Maybe pork belly and some grilled vegetables? Simple and filling stuff.” 

“With a side of rice?” 

He glanced over with a scowl. “Duh! Who do you think I am? Even if I didn’t want the rice, you do. You always want rice. You’re going to turn into a bag of rice.” 

Your laughter cut off when you felt a buzz in your phone pocket. You pulled it out and glanced down with a frown. Your playful mood diminished as anxiety lined your stomach. You couldn’t explain it and you didn’t know why, but dread lingered. 

“Who is that?” 

“I don’t know.” 

“Probably a stupid spam caller wanting to tell you about your car’s extended warranty.” He reached out to grab another item off the shelf and deleted it off the list with his other hand. 

You swiped the phone and placed it against your ear. “Hello?” A feminine voice you didn’t recognize responded. Your eyebrows furrowed and Hyunjin glanced up, but he didn’t say anything. 

When you didn’t speak, he slowly inched the cart forward. You continued to grip the metal basket with one hand. He took another look at the list in his notes app and slowly turned the cart around the aisle. 

“If I was peanut butter, where would I be?” He whispered beneath his breath. He scanned the shelves and looked over his shoulder toward you again. 

Your face lost its color and you gripped the phone tighter. “Yeah, um…” You trailed off, trying to find the right words. “I’ll be there as soon as I can. Thank you for letting me know.” 

His heart fell to his stomach. When you hung up your phone, you sucked in a deep breath. You shoved your phone in your pocket.

“Babe? Is everything okay?” 

Your head shook and you blinked rapidly. You stepped down from the cart. “I’ve gotta get to the hospital. It’s my friend, t-they’ve-” You cut off again, unable to utter the words. “I’ve gotta go. I have to get to the hospital. I’m sorry, I-I just-” 

“Do you want me to drive you? I can leave the cart up front.” He reached out and gently grabbed your hand. “If it’s an emergency, I’m not sure you should be driving in this condition.” 

Your head shook. “I’ll be okay. I’m sorry. Can you have one of the guys pick you up? I think Jeongin said he was free for the next few days.” 

“Of course. If you need me, call me and I’ll be there in a heartbeat. Drive carefully and remember I’m just a phone call away.” 

You sniffled and nodded. He tugged you closer, gently cupped your face, and placed a soft kiss to the center of your forehead. “I love you.” 

“I love you, too.” 

He watched as you hurried out of the aisle and rushed to the front of the store. The entire time, his heart fractured. He didn’t know the situation, but he knew how much you cared for your friends. If something drastic happened, you’d crumble. 

All he could do was hope everything worked out and you’d come home safe and sound when you were ready. 

~ ~ ~ 

By the time you came home, Hyunjin paced the living room. The moment the front door knob jiggled and the door creaked open, he was right there waiting for you. Your puffy and glossy eyes met his. He scanned your body, making sure you weren’t injured. When everything seemed in check, he sighed in relief. 

His long arms stretched out, desperate to give you the safety he couldn’t provide while you were away. You didn’t bother to kick off your shoes. Instead, you stumbled forward and collapsed into his arms. Your arms wrapped around his back and you squeezed tight. 

You buried your face in his chest, not bothering to explain the situation. The weight of everything nearly stoned you to death. Emotionally, you were fried. Everything was your fault. All of it. Every little piece. You did this. 

He rubbed your back softly, not wanting to discomfort you. For quite a while, your soft breaths filled the room. Too distraught, you didn’t speak. You didn’t move. You didn’t know how. You couldn’t. Your lungs collapsed from the weight of your own self-guilt. 

“Do you want to talk about it?” 

His words were warm honey. They always had been and they always would be. Warm enough to soothe your soul and ease the burden of your heart. You didn’t know how to start. What if he blamed you, too? 

Your eyes squeezed shut and you hugged him tighter. He reached down and pressed a kiss to the top of your forehead. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.” 

You didn’t plan to speak, but the words came out in faint mumbles. His cotton t-shirt swallowed your truths. “Baby, I can’t hear you when you’re hiding in my shirt.” 

Your head shifted. An ear pressed against the wallop of his heart. His soul glowed with gold. Oxygen vacuumed through his nose and air fell from his lips. Each inhale and exhale, a reminder that he was alive. 

“My best friend tried to commit suicide tonight.” You blinked rapidly, trying to ignore the sting. “It’s all my fault. Everything is my fault. They kept saying they couldn’t be alone. I-I didn’t think they would actually try to-” 

Your bottom lip trembled. The lump in your throat grew and smothered your words. Your knees buckled and Hyunjin quickly scooped you up bridal style. “Woah, easy there. It’s okay, I’ve got you.” 

“I’m such a horrible person,” you croaked. “What kind of friend doesn’t realize someone is hurting like that? They nearly d-died and I-” 

His heart burst into a thousand tiny pieces. He spun around and walked you into the living room. Your shoes still sat on your feet, but he didn’t care. He sat on the end of the couch with you in his lap. “Sweetheart, look at me.” 

More tears covered your bright eyes. The light died out at the hospital. Your emotions went numb and you detached from your body. Nurses monitored your best friend, making sure they remained stable. Hooked up to an IV drip and surrounded by a swarm of scrubs, a piece of you died. 

You couldn’t look at Hyunjin. You didn’t want to see the disappointment in his eyes. The idea of letting anyone else down, it stuck another dart in your heart. You couldn’t stand it. 

When you didn’t glance over, he reached up and gently grabbed your chin. “Baby, it’s not your fault.” Your bottom lip trembled harder. A gentle thumb wiped away a fallen tear. “I mean it, it’s not.” 

“But it is,” you whispered. “It’s all my fault and I failed at being a good friend.” 

“Sometimes things happen that aren’t in our grasp. You can’t control the actions of your friend.” 

“They almost died.” 

“And you didn’t put them there, baby. You’re not in their head. I know you. I know how you interact with your friends. I know how much you care for the people you love. You can’t always save people from their thoughts.” 

“I could have tried,” you said. “I-I could have shown up and been there for them. I thought about them so much for the past week. I think I knew deep down, but I just ignored it b-because I-” 

You ripped up pieces of your own heart with each word. He hated it. He hated the way you spoke so lowly of yourself that he reached up with a finger and pressed it against your lips to silence you. 

“Stop that,” he whispered. “You’re only hurting yourself with these thoughts. I know it’s how you feel, but please believe me when I say it’s not your fault. If you start thinking like this, you’ll never escape these thoughts and you’ll trap yourself.” 

Your nose twitched with a sniffle. His hand shifted and he gently cupped your face. “Are they still at the hospital?” 

You weakly nodded. “They’re being monitored to make sure they’re stable. Once they’re stable, they’ll be moved to an inpatient mental health facility. I-I don’t know what happens after that, not really. Suicide watch, I think. Therapy session and probably medication, maybe.” 

He nodded and wiped away more tears from your face with his sleeve. “Sometimes, people need a little extra help in healing their hurts and there’s nothing wrong with that. That’s nothing to be ashamed of. Life can be difficult and I think we both know that.” 

It took a few seconds before you sucked in a deep breath. “I feel horrible. I can’t shake the feeling that it’s my fault. If I would have known, I would have…” You trailed off, trying to stop the thoughts. “I can’t believe they almost died.” 

Hyunjin shifted, leaning back and sprawling out his legs. Your body moved with him. Your own legs stretched on top of his and your head leaned back against his chest. His arms wrapped around your torso and your hands grabbed his. 

“I think when we’re in low spots, sometimes we say things that are cries for help, but we’re not always honest about how we really feel. It can be difficult asking for help. I don’t think your friend wants you to blame yourself. In fact, I bet that’s probably the last thing they want.” 

The point of his chin laid on your head. You sat tucked beneath him, breathing softly. Some of the stress and dysfunction fell away from your body. Just being close to someone you loved made you feel a lot better. 

“I still feel awful.” 

“I know, sweetheart. I know you do, but I also want you to know that I don’t think you played a role in this. Mental health can be hard and it takes a lot for your mindset to shift to suicide. Let’s try to focus on something else for right now, yeah?” 

You hummed softly. 

“Are they stable?” 

“Yeah. The nurses said they’d be okay. They caught things in time before their system… um-” 

“Good. You’re they’re emergency contact?” 

“Uh-huh.” 

“Which means if anything else happens, you’ll be contacted?” 

“I guess so.” Your eyes shut and you sighed. “I still worry. I’m sorry for putting all of this on you. I should have called you at the hospital, but I was freaking out and I couldn’t sit still and-” 

He chuckled and gently pulled your hair back. “You don’t have to apologize. If I was in your shoes, I’d be freaking out as well. I’m just trying to remind you that this probably feels horrible, but maybe your best friend can get the help they need.” 

“You think so?” You uttered. Your head shifted back, so you could look at him from his chest. 

“I believe it, yeah. Inpatient isn’t fun, but most staff members pick those careers because they want to help people feel better. I have to believe that your friend will find something there that helps, even if it’s just a little.” 

“Thank you.” 

He smiled and let go of your torso. His hands cupped your cheeks. Right as he was about to kiss your forehead, your stomach growled, causing you to blush. “Sorry, I haven’t had food since lunch.” 

“Are you up for eating something?” 

“Like?” 

“Well, I could make you something savory, but you were so worried about my sodium intake earlier. How about you even out my sodium intake with a bowl of your favorite sugary cereal? It’s out and waiting for you on the kitchen counter.” 

Your eyes narrowed. You sat up and spun around to face him. “That cereal is supposed to be on top of the fridge with the other cereal.” 

“Hmm? Is it?” He glanced away and refused to meet your eyes. “I must have left it out.” 

“Hwang Hyunjin, did you steal a bowl full of my cereal?” 

“Who wants to know?” 

You huffed and pushed yourself up. “That was mine!” You stumbled, nearly hitting the ground, and rushed into the kitchen. 

“Uh-oh,” he whispered. He swung to his feet and tip-toed closer to the door. You grabbed the box and gasped. His eyes widened and he turned the front door’s knob.

“YOU ATE HALF THE BOX OF MY FAVORITE CEREAL?” 

He screeched and threw open the door. Bursting through the screen door, he rushed outside while you yelled his full name. You grabbed the box and hurried after him, shaking it like a mad man. 

In the blanket of darkness, he shrieked. His feet flew over the strands of green grass. You followed his tall silhouette, dubbing him of treason and yelling that he was a traitor. It was probably for the best that the two of you lived out in the barren countryside. 

Despite life’s downfalls, sometimes you need a little someone to remind you of the happier moments and bring the joy back. You can’t control everyone around you, but you certainly can do things to make life a little easier for everyone. 

Along the way, you might find your own sugary-thief, one that speaks honey-glazed words and slips a soothing beeswax over the aching holes in your heart; if you’re unlucky, they might steal your favorite cereal, too.

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50s greaser!patrick x good girl!reader hear my prayers.

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what you guys did in his car behind the diner last week was supposed to be a one time thing. your parents would kill you if they knew you were hanging out with someone like him.

-

“get the flavored peanuts. spicy not barbecue.” your friend shouted at you through the car window. it was saturday so the drive-in was packed, everyone dying to see a screening of an old horror film the mummy’s hand.

patrick is sitting with his friends. clouds of cigarette smoke coving them. one of said friends hits his chest pointing him to where you stood in line.

“doll.” you hear patrick calling and whistling at you. “come smoke with me.” he’s pulling your arm leading you back behind the building before you could even respond. his hands cages you against the side of the wall.

patrick’s cigarette hangs from his lip. “you’ve been avoiding me.” you hold eye contact with him to show how unbothered you were pretending to be. “to avoid you i’d have to be thinking about you, and trust me i haven’t been.” patrick pulls his cigarette out of his mouth stomping on it while laughing.

“so you haven’t been thinking about how i took you in the back of my car like you were some common whore?” he bends his neck down to be face to face. “you don’t touch yourself at night thinking of me, hm?”

“no.” you whisper scared that if you talk any louder he’d hear the lie in your voice. patrick hums, dragging his finger tips along your exposed collarbone playing with your silver cross necklace that rest in your cleavage. “i don’t believe you.” he pulled on the neckline of your button up taking a peek down your shirt. “you’re probably wet right now.”

your breath got heavier when patrick slide his hand under your skirt tracing his fingertips up your inner thigh, stopping at where your panties covered your sex.

“you can tell me to stop.”

you just barely held eye contact with him, and shook your head no. that had him smirking as his fingers made their way past your panties and straight into your wet core.

“a-ah”

“you’re such a bad liar.” your eyes rolled from both the pleasure and your annoyance. “s-shut up.” you raised one of your legs to rest on his hip giving patrick a better angle to push his two fingers deeper.

the knowledge of someone walking by and see you with someone like patrick defiling you in public shouldn’t have been enough to get you to push him away, but you lost all self respect when you were with patrick. and the way he was pumping his fingers in and out of you wasn’t helping to sway you in the right decision.

your hips moved along with his movements, trying to more out of what he was giving you.

“i know you’re needing more, baby. just say it, say you want my cock.” you really did need it, so badly, but instead you gritted your teeth and shook your head settling on trying to grind your hip down onto his fingers. patrick pinned your hips in place against the wall, and slowed down the pace of his fingers.

“patrick!” you annoyingly huffed. he just shrugged, going even slower than before. “come on, just say it.” he kissed being your ear. you bit your lip and held off for as long as you could but….

“w-want your cock, patrick. need it.” you let out strained.

“well why didn’t you say something earlier.” he smiled, freeing his fingers to unbutton his jeans and pull them down enough to free his dick.

of course he wasn’t wearing underwear.

“i think our interactions would go so much smoother if you stopped being so stubborn.” patrick said, spitting on his hand and stroked his dick to full hardness. “i think you should get on with it- u-nghh”

he pushed in with no warning and a long groan falling from his lips. “shit, you’re just as tight as last time.” he grabbed your other leg up around his waist. his fingertips gripped your ass hard, holding you up against the wall.

the drag of his cock along your inner walls had your nails digging into the leather of his jacket.

“feel so good around my dick.” patrick muttered in your neck. he took one of your hands off his shoulders to hold up the front your skirt. he now had the view his cock sliding in and out of your cunt coming out wetter each time. “fuck.”

your moans got louder the harder he fucked you, and you could only feel grateful for how loud the movie was playing. “god, faster patrick. please.” you whined. patrick paused to hoist you up better in his arms, before thrusting back into you how you wanted.

“you’re always pretending not to give a fuck about me, yet you’re here falling apart on my cock…again.” you whined even more at his words, your head knocking back against the wall. you tucked your face into the crook of his neck breathing in the smell of his natural cologne of leather and smoke.

a silent scream broke from your throat when patrick finally started hitting against your g spot. “oh fuck, r-right there, so good.” you squeaked in his ear. low curses came from patrick as you got tighter on dick.

“gonna cum!” your loud moan got covered up by a scream coming from the movie playing as you orgasm rushed over you fast.

you barely had time to catch your breath before patrick was pulling out of you and pushing you to your knees by your hair. “wha-” patrick sliding his dick into your mouth cut off your confusion. he jerked himself twice before throwing his head back in a husky moan, the hand in your hair tightening while he came down your throat.

“fuuuuck!”

you swallowed it down not knowing what to do with it.

“asshole.” you pushed at his chest when got up from your knees.

“what, you expected me to just cum on the floor.” he shrugged. the response had you rolling your eyes. you fixed up your appearance the best you could then turn back to look at him just as he was tucking himself back into his pants.

“never again.” you said. which had patrick laughing. “that’s what you said last time by the way.” he says around an unlit cigarette.

-

“what took you so long?” was the first thing your friend said when you entered the car.

“oh, uh there was a line.”

“and my peanuts?”

shit. “they were out.” you lied.

“damn.”

-

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another snip of my 'buck leaves the 118' fic (title TBD) angst incoming:

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After the shift ends, Buck goes home. Tommy’s truck is still in the driveway, but unfortunately, Eddie’s rental car is parked next to it, in Buck’s usual spot. With a groan, Buck parks on the street. He grabs his bag and goes inside, expecting the worst.

“Tommy? I’m home,” he calls as he steps through the door. Tommy steps out of the kitchen, wiping his hands on a dish towel.

“Hey, how was work?” Tommy asks, smiling. There’s something a little tense about it, and he’s just about to ask, when Eddie walks into the room, stone-faced, a bag slung over his shoulder. He drops it at Buck’s feet.

“I called the leasing office,” Eddie says without preamble. “I cancelled your sublet.”

“What?” Buck asks, stunned. It feels like the floor is giving way beneath him. “Eddie, you can’t—I signed a lease!”

“Yeah, you signed under me,” Eddie says. “It’s still my house. I just closed the sale on the one in El Paso, so I need you out. Chris needs somewhere to live.”

“Seriously, Diaz?” Tommy interjects. Eddie glances at him, disdain written clear across his face.

“You couldn’t even give me some warning?” Buck asks, looking down at the bag by his feet. It’s full to the brim with his clothes.

“What, like you gave us any warning about you transferring out?” Eddie scoffs.

“Okay, that’s not comparable at all,” Tommy says.

“Stay out of it, Kinard,” Eddie snaps.

“Don’t think I will, actually,” Tommy says.

“Please, don’t pretend like you’re not thrilled about this,” Eddie sneers. “You get ‘Evan’ all to yourself again, hurray.”

“At least he knows I actually want him around,” Tommy rebuts.

“Can you both just stop!” Buck shouts. They both turn to look at him. Buck takes a breath. He looks at his best friend. The guy he thought was his best friend. “How could you do this to me?”

“Oh, here we go,” Eddie huffs, throwing up his hands.

“No, seriously!” Buck talks over him. Interrupts him. Eddie looks at him with so much rage, Buck wonders if he actually hates him. He points a shaking finger at Eddie. “I did you a huge favour taking over your lease so you could go and be with your son. And yeah, okay, I didn’t go about it the right way, I know that, and I’ve already apologised for it. And now y-you’re just kicking me out? Without warning, without anything? I don’t even get a thanks?”

“How many times do I need to say it? Not everything is about you,” Eddie snarls. Buck recoils, just a little.

“I never said it was,” Buck replies quietly. He can feel his shoulders curling, his body trying to make himself smaller, make himself disappear in the face of Eddie’s anger. He knows Tommy can see it too, judging by the concern on his face. “I just know I wouldn’t do this to you. Not ever. You know I wouldn’t.”

“What do you expect me to do, then?” Eddie asks, coldly. “Put my disabled son on your shitty couch? Raise him in a motel room or a fucking Airbnb until we find another place to live?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Buck says. His voice shakes. Eddie seems to loom in Buck’s vision, growing bigger as Buck feels smaller.

“No, you just want everything to go according to your schedule,” Eddie says. “Grieve on your terms, get better on your terms, take a fucking grief assessment quiz on your terms. Not this time. This is my house, Chris is my son, and you are not going to make this harder on him than it needs to be!”

“Jesus Christ, man,” Tommy says. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

Buck can’t breathe. He turns on his heel and leaves. He doesn’t even close the door behind him, he just runs. He doesn’t get into his truck – he knows better than to try and drive right now – and he doesn’t stop running, not until his shoe snags on a tree root and he stumbles to a halt, finding himself at a park, ten blocks away from his – Eddie’s – house.

He probably looks crazy, he thinks, standing here like a statue, tears and snot running down his face, hyperventilating because there’s just not enough air. He sinks to his knees, burying his hands in the grass. It’s been mowed recently, he can smell it. There’s a word for it, he thinks, for the smell of freshly cut grass. Or… no – he shakes his head – no, there’s a word for the smell of rain. Petrichor. He remembers that one. There isn’t a singular word for freshly cut grass like that. It’s a phrase. Green leaf volatiles. That’s it. A distress signal in the plant to communicate that it’s been damaged.

He wonders if humans give off a distress scent too. If so, surely someone would’ve realised that Buck isn’t okay.

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˳.⁺⁎˚ ⋆ ˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ His Clothing pt I ˚ ⋆･˳ . ⁎˚ ⋆･˳.⋆ .˳

You (MC) unintentionally surprise the guys by wearing an article of clothing that belongs to them (for the first time).

Part 1: The Rafayel, Zayne, and Sylus Edition!

˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

Rafayel

“There you go, nice and warm. Wow,” he had said, his voice a near whisper, his mesmerizing gaze focused on you so completely, “That color is beautiful on you, you know? Your eyes are glowing.”

You had thought that comment was ridiculous. Your eyes were glowing, when his were the ones worth talking about? Worth writing entire poems about if you were more eloquent.

You had blushed and changed the subject, his gaze lingering on you a little longer before accepting the conversation change and enjoying the rest of your walk together.

That conversation was a few weeks ago, before he left for Verona to visit his Aunt Talia and attend an old friend’s 20th wedding anniversary. 

Now as you walk out of the Association building, cheeks warm from the memory, you bury yourself in the scarf, deep within the warm fabric.

As if knowing you’re thinking about him, your phone buzzes.

*See you in 30 minutes, cutieeee. You’re not annoyed by my texts are you? Is that why you’re sending Thomas to pick me up instead of showing up yourself?*

Rolling your eyes, you’re still smiling when you respond.

*You know I’ve been working late since you left. My schedule will go back to normal tomorrow, now that you’re back :)*

The string of emojis he sends back is ludicrous, but it gets his message across.

Just 28 minutes to go!

˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

When the familiar, sleek black Ferrari pulls up to the curb next to you, you try to imagine how this reunion is going to play out. Maybe you should have brought flowers? Rafayel is an avid enjoyer of beauty in all its forms and would probably love a bouquet. But that sorta makes you feel like one of his many fans. Maybe a single flower would have been better? 

At any rate, you haven’t brought anything but yourself. He wouldn’t be expecting anything more than that, right?

Your thoughts are interrupted, however, when your boyfriend leans fully out of the rolled-down window.

“My scarf!” he points an accusing finger.

A few passing pedestrians glance over to get a look at the scarf thief and you turn away, hiding your face.

“I’ve been looking all over for it!” he continues, “I tore up the room I was staying in, thinking I’d misplaced it. Then when I couldn’t find it, I thought that maybe some sneaky little squid stole it right off my neck with their freaky little tentacles.”

Folding your arms across your chest, you decide you’re going to be just as dramatic right back at him, “Seriously? You let me borrow this scarf, Rafayel! You said the color looked beautiful on me, or did you already forget?”

His jaw drops and he opens the car door, rushing out without closing it behind him.

“Of course I didn’t forget! You were so beautiful that night, I thought I’d dreamed it. The same as right now, too,” he says, tentatively reaching toward you, as your arms are still folded defiantly across your chest, “I freaked out when I saw the scarf because it was from Talia and she lectured me the entire time I was in Verona about how I don’t take care of gifts. If I had remembered I’d left it in my cutie’s hands, I would have had a good excuse.”

Squinting at him, your arms fall and he smiles gently, lowering his eyes to yours, “I could get used to this, you know? Coming home to find you wearing my stuff. Next time, I’ll accidentally lend you something bigger. I have cashmere cardigans that are so soft, it feels like you’re drifting in sea foam.”

˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

Zayne

Waking up late, you curse quietly to yourself when you find a text from Zayne asking you to bring his laptop to the hospital if you have the time, otherwise he’ll come pick it up at lunch. Apparently a lot of the hospital’s computers are still down due to the Wanderer attack that you had been part of getting under control last night. The aftershock of the attack had caused strange outages several blocks out from the point of attack, so you aren’t super surprised to hear the hospital was also affected. 

Not wanting Zayne to give up his precious time, you quickly shoot him a text that you’re on your way while hurriedly getting ready. In a rush, you shrug into one of his button-ups and messily tie your hair up, glancing in the mirror for no more than a second before scooping his laptop up and rushing out the door.

When you arrive at Akso Hospital saying you’re there to drop something off for Dr. Zayne, everyone’s moods seem to shift. You hadn’t expected such cheerful attitudes, considering the situation with the computers, but you don’t think anything of it until you bump into Dr. Greyson. At first, he greets you with his usual big smile and wave. But when his eyes widen and his cheeks flush a soft pink, you’re more than a little intrigued now. 

“Whoa…” he says, looking down at his tablet, “I mean, hey. Are you looking for Zayne? I heard he just finished with a patient, so he should be in his office now.”

You thank him warily, directing yourself to Zayne’s office. A little flustered by everyone’s attention this morning, you’re more than relieved when you enter his office and he looks up at you, smiling faintly…

Only to be hit with a new wave of crippling embarrassment when your own boyfriend double-takes at you, his ears turning a faint, nearly imperceptible shade of pink.

“Did I wake you?” he frowns, “You should have stayed in bed and rested. You worked hard last night.”

“No, I’m great! I was awake ages ago, I just left my phone in the other room and didn’t see your message until later.”

Shifting awkwardly under the weight of his stare, a moment passes before a slightly more mischievous smile graces his lips. Walking around his desk, he sits at the edge of it with his arms crossed as he looks at you, “I would believe you, but in that case, I would also have to believe you intended to make such a bold statement. Why else would you purposefully choose to wear the only one of my shirts with your lipstick stains on it?”

He gestures to the collar.

Looking down, you notice the deep red marks along the collar of the otherwise stark white shirt, most of them smudged, some very clearly the defined shape of a pair of rouged lips.

Your face and neck burn with heat when you finally realize why people looked so amused and alarmed when you’d come in.

“I…I just grabbed one and ran. But, Zayne, the date that this happened was last week… why was this even hanging in your closet in the first place?”

Although the pink color still lightly dusts his ears, he speaks nonchalantly, “ I meant to take it to the dry cleaners, but I couldn’t bring myself to have the marks removed yet. Besides, I have plenty of other shirts that aren’t stained. The chances of you grabbing that one was… small.” 

“Not small enough,” you groan, walking toward him and dropping your face into his chest, “Everyone in the lobby was giggling.”

He puts his arms around you and chuckles, “Well… I’m sure this has satisfied some people’s curiosity about our relationship. Perhaps they will finally stop prying for details.”

˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆˚ ⋆･˳ . ⋆   .˳⁺⁎˚ ⋆

Sylus

“Something’s wrong with Miss Hunter, Boss.”

“Death may be inevitable.”

Rolling over and squishing your face into the pillow, you try to block out the sounds of him and the terror twins outside your door.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you hear Sylus scold in what could be called a reassuring voice, though you’re almost certain you heard a hint of uncertainty. Despite your bad mood, you can’t help but snicker a little.

Rolling out of bed, you give up on trying to relax, plodding into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you.

“Sweetie?”

Sylus’s voice is practically as soft as a dove’s coo as he walks into your bedroom, having shooed the twins away. You sit on the toilet lid, pulling your knees into your chest. There is silence for a heartbeat before he comes to the bathroom door, “I just got home and heard you aren’t feeling well. Are you alright? Do you need anything?” 

You sigh, returning to your feet, going to the door, swinging it open, and glaring up at him. He looks stunned, concerned, and still so soft as he looks down at you and you feel yourself soften up almost immediately.

“I’m fine, Sy. I’m just… having a bad day. And it might just be like…” you mumble something under your breath and he raises an inquiring eyebrow. 

“What was that?” he inquires.

“I said it might just be, like… hormones or something. I don’t know,” you shrug, then groan, leaning in and burying your face against his chest, “I’ll apologize for snapping at Luke and Kieran later. Right now I just wanna be alone. You can stay, but you have to be quiet.”

“I won’t make a sound,” he pledges.

Begrudgingly, you let him follow you to the bed where you start to get comfy, only to notice him standing to the side, watching you curiously. He doesn’t say anything, staying true to his word, but you finally huff in slight annoyance when he continues to linger in the same spot longer than you expected.

“Why are you staring at me?”

“You’re wearing my sweater, sweetie.”

Having forgotten stomping into his room and snatching one off its hanger before hissing at the twins and stomping into your room, you awkwardly look down at the blankets.

“You weren’t here.”

He continues to look at you like that isn’t an answer and you sigh dramatically, continuing, “And I missed you, alright. I haven’t seen you in, like, four days because of your business trip. And you always tell me to ‘take what’s mine’ and all that, so I went in and took your sweater. And now it’s mine.”

Flopping back on the bed, you glower at him until he sits beside you. 

“You’re right, I do say that,” he agrees with a nod. He pauses and you tilt your head back to look up at him. His normally sharp eyes are impossibly soft when he looks down at you, his smug smile also a slightly softened version. “It’s just that this was a pleasant surprise to come home to. You’re here looking for comfort, practically drowning in my sweater. You even smell like me. It’s almost like I never left at all.”

Snorting, you curl yourself closer to him and pout into his neck, “Well I’m glad you’re happy. Me, on the other hand? I’ve been miserable the entire time you’ve been gone.”

He chuckles, a low, deep rumble in his chest, which your cheek is pressed against. The sound and sensation warm you up, inside and out, “I apologize. Making you miserable was never my intention.”

You ignore him, curling into him even closer. The sweater means nothing now that you have the comfort of the real thing. 

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MY LOVE AND DEEPSPACE MASTERLIST

[dannyriccsystem]

can i have 12 and 15 with oscar please? xoxo

YOU CAN STAND UNDER MY UMBRELLA.

1K SPECIAL - OP81

Sharing an umbrella + Friends to lovers

SUMMARY: You and Oscar end up under the same umbrella on your way home from a group hangout.

WORD COUNT: 1K

WARNINGS: Awkward lovesick Oscar, Y/N usage, fluff!

FEATURING: Oscar Piastri x Reader

NOTE: He’s so sweet I love him so bad HELP!

THE WEATHER WAS HARD TO PREDICT. That’s what you learned during your 23 years of life. It didn’t matter how long someone studied meteorology, because in the end, the earth had a mind of its own. It was scheduled to be a sunny day, and you and a group of friends were planning on hanging out.

Then it started to pour down rain. Which was fine, because you were all indoors anyway, but it made you dread the end of the hangout just a little bit more. You parked super far away, and you didn’t bring anything in preparation for a sudden downpour. It was rain like no other— The streets were nearly flooded. Most people had vacated the area to enjoy the comfort of their warm homes, putting their sunny-day-plans back in storage for another time. A few families came out in rain jackets and boots, dancing in the heavy showers.

“Well, we should start heading out soon.” You knew those words were coming, and yet you still didn’t want to hear them. Everyone in your friend group was starting to exchange goodbye hugs and verbal farewells, including towards you. You remained in your seat, fidgeting with the strap of your bag as it sat on your shoulder.

Alone. Or, you thought you were alone that is.

“Do you need me to order you an uber, Y/N?” You flinched at the sound of Oscar’s voice. You pivoted on your heel fast, eyes wide as they locked with his. He raised his brows, smiling when he realized he startled you. You must have thought he left too.

“Oh, you scared me.” You placed a hand on your heart, the two of you laughing quietly. You always forget what good company he is until you’re essentially forced to be alone with him. That’s how it always went. “No, it’s alright. I just… Parked pretty far away is all.”

You seemed exasperated. Oscar followed your gaze out the glass front doors, eyeing the rain. He put two and two together, nodding. “I can walk you to your car, then.” He pulled his hand out of his pocket, revealing a folded up umbrella. Your eyes lit up.

“Really? Thank you so much, Oscar!” Seeing you happy made him happy.

He didn’t need to go with you. He could have lended you the umbrella and just walked out to his own car, or drove you to yours—Hell, he could have offered you a ride, even! But no, he wanted to walk with you under this small umbrella, because Oscar was always looking for a reason to be around you.

You were a delight. Kind, pretty, considerate. The man was head over heels in love with you—he had been for years, but you were a little too oblivious to realize just how much he yearned for you. Your mutual friends said it was to an almost unhealthy degree, where all he talked about was you.

Apparently everyone but you knew. That fact killed him.

You both stepped out under the awning. Oscar extended the black umbrella, raising it over your heads so you could step out from beneath the shelter. Of course, you couldn’t both be fully covered, so while you huddled beneath the umbrella, your shoulders were still getting poured on. You didn’t mind, though, because at least the rest of you stayed dry.

“Rain was not forecasted,” He said softly, looking to start up light conversation.

“No, not at all.” It was evident by what you both were wearing, too. T-shirts and shorts with flip-flops—Or thongs, as Oscar liked to call them. You both looked ready for the beach. Not for a sudden flash flood. “Thankfully we didn’t make plans outside.”

He laughed, even though what you said wasn’t that funny. “Yeah, that’s true. I can’t imagine everyone scrambling to their cars if we were at the ocean or something.”

“Out on a yacht and it starts thundering,” You looked towards him, your heart fluttering at the sight of his eyes crinkled up in a smile, his bunny teeth peeking out.

Cute.

“I don’t think I could handle a yacht in a storm.”

“Me neither. I can barely handle yachts at all.” Talking about it so casually felt weird. You never expected to be at a point in your life where being on a huge boat was just a normal hangout plan. Oh how far we’ve come.

“Do you get sea sickness?”

“Sometimes, yeah. If I lie really still and close my eyes it’ll usually go away.” You both giggled, your shoulders brushing together.

You could see your car in the distance now, and you were starting to feel a little victorious. Oscar managed to make the journey more bearable with his delightful personality, something you had always taken for granted.

“Isn’t the weather kind of a weird thing?” He suddenly asked, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Hmm. In general, yeah. Why?”

“I don’t know. It’s just weird how you can go your entire day thinking the weather is average, and then suddenly it rains, and your whole perspective changes.”

“Hm.” You made a thoughtful expression, casually shrugging your shoulders. “I guess, in that way, the weather’s kind of like people. You go your whole life living in the sun, and then someday it rains, and everything changes.”

You stop, now standing in front of your car. Oscar turns to face you, the umbrella casting a shadow over the both of your figures. You lock eyes. He’s silent.

He’s always silent.

“Are you still talking about the weather?” He breathes out his query, eyes trailing down. You can see the way he stares at your lips.

“No, Oscar.” You reply, your face shifting into a smile. “I’m talking about you.”

You pulled him down by the collar of his shirt, your lips crashing together. Took you long enough to realize how he felt, and now that it was finally happening… He was frozen.

He finally dropped the umbrella, his hands flying down to your waist. You were both pelted in rain, your clothes and hair soaked as you shared a passionate kiss.

[buckybuckyboo]

A nice break

A/N: This is kinda like a friends with benefits situation. Hope you enjoy reading. Please leave some feedback and reblogs <3.

Summary: You come come to the tower after your holiday away.

Word count: 1,623

Being away from the tower had it's ups and downs. But you had to take some time off to just relax and be somewhere different. 3 weeks seemed like enough time because you missed everyone. You knew that if any of them knew you were coming back today there would be a car waiting but you wanted to surprise them. Getting out of the taxi and looking up at the tower, you take a deep breath and walk inside the door ad over to the elevator.

You made your way into the living room where everyone is relaxing.

"Hey everyone!"

"Y/N! You're back!! Welcome home!" Sam shouts. Everyone gets up and hugs you and asks how your holiday went.

"Are you hungry? Let's go get some dinner!" Nat asks.

"That sounds great! Let me go freshen up a bit okay?"

She smiles and lets you off to your room. Swinging open your door and seeing a present on your bed.

Walking over and looking for a card or a note attached but there's nothing. It's nowhere near my birthday so what is this?

"Welcome home doll" You hear from behind you and smile.

"Thank you" turning around "Did you miss me Bucky?"

He chuckles and walks into your room closing the door behind him.

"This from you?" Holding up the wrapped gift"

"Uh no, unless you like it when you open it" He smirks "Open it"

"I don't have time Bucky, I'm meeting Nat for dinner"

She will keep herself entertained, come on, please?"

"Okay okay"

Opening the wrapped gift and holding it up. It was a white sundress with daises on it.

"Thank you Bucky, it's beautiful"

"It wont be beautiful till you put it on sweetheart"

That makes you smile and blush, you head into your little bathroom and put the dress on and walk back out to Bucky who is sitting on your bed.

He smiles wide when he sees you. You would give anything to read his mind right now.

"So?" you say as you do a little twirl.

"Come here" he says softly. Walking over to him, he opens his legs so you can get closer to him. His hands start at your knees and slowly drag up your legs. Moving slowly over your thighs. His touch sends shivers up and down your spine.

"Bucky" you say softly making him grin.

"I've missed having you say my name like that baby"

His hands move to your waist over your dress. He pulls you closer. His head in the crook of your neck breathing you in, his lips gently moving across the skin there."

"So did you have fun on your holiday?"

"Yeah I did"

You feel him smile against your skin and he looks up at you "I'm glad you had fun doll, did you miss me?"

You smile and gently press your lips to his.

"Of course I missed you Bucky"

He smiles "I missed you too, I didn't call because I wanted you to relax because it was your time"

"Honestly it was kind of lonely but it was nice to get away"

His hands move up along your back and drag back down slowly. He looks up at you and gently presses his lips to yours. Running your fingers through his hair.

"I have to go Bucky"

"Oh come on doll, you can't leave now" he takes your hand and presses it to his jeans "Do you feel what you do to me?"

You gasp against his lips. You missed feeling him, your hand moving against his hard cock in his jeans making him moan. His hands move up to your head holding you in place as he kisses you deeply. His hands moving to the back of your thighs pulling your legs around his waist. Your body reacts to his, tangled in the same dance that's happened before. Your hips automatically moving against him, grinding on his hard cock. He moans against your lips.

"Good girl, such a good girl for me. Making me feel so good"

His hand sneaks under your dress, he starts to rub on your clit over your cotton panties.

"So wet already baby girl, you mist have really missed me" he smirks "You missed me just as much as I missed you"

He get's up off the bed, still holding you in his arms, turns around and lays you down on the bed. You watch as he undoes his belt and jeans, taking them off and throwing them on the floor along with his shirt and boxers.

His hands reach for your panties, pulling them off and throwing them with the other clothes. You grab the end of your dress to pull it off but he stops you.

"No, no leave the dress on sweetheart. I brought it for you to wear£ he smiles and leans down kissing you as his metal fingers slide between your folds.

"Did you touch yourself?" he whispers "Did you think of me baby girl?".

You nod no first but then he gives you that look like he knows and you nod your head yes.

He gives you a wicked grin and pushes two of his metal fingers deep inside you. Your head falls back against your pillow and your back arches off the bed.

"B-Bucky"

He kisses along your neck as his fingers move in and out of your pussy. Biting and sucking on the sensitive skin on your neck making a mental note to look at the marks later. Your hips moving against his hand.

"Bucky, I need more"

"Tell me baby girl, tell me what you need" he smirks.

"I need- I need your cock Bucky, please I can't wait any longer"

"So needy for me baby? Maybe you should go away more often"

That makes you chuckle "Careful, or I'll eave again and find some mystery man"

"Not while I'm around doll"

He removes his fingers from you and he can't help but put them in his mouth tasting you. He hums as he tastes you on his fingers. He places himself between your legs. His cock leaking pre cum out the tip. He rubs the tip through your folds.

He slowly pushes inside, you can feel every inch of him. Your eyes closing to the feeling of him that you've missed while gone. When he is fully inside you he leans down on his elbows and looks at your face for a moment "Open your eyes for me baby"

You open your eyes, seeing his big beautiful blue eyes looking back at you.

"There's my pretty girl" he whispers and smiles and leans down kissing you deeply.

His hips start to move with a slow rhythm making you lose your breath. He groans against your lips as he pushes all the way back in again. Your hands move from his shoulders to his neck and up into his hair, grabbing fists full of his hair.

"I missed you Bucky, did you miss me?"

"Of course I missed you baby I couldn't wait till you came home"

Wrapping your legs around his waist pulling him closer. Your lips against his, yours and his breath mixing together as you both pant.

His metal hand moving down to your hip to hold you on place as his thrusts become harder. His thrusts making you bounce up on the bed.

"Please, please don't stop"

"I'm not going to stop till your legs are shaking. You squeeze my cock so damn good baby girl. This pussy was made for me"

"Your cock feels so- so good baby"

Bucky leans his forehead against yours as his hips keep thrusting into you. His grip on you getting tighter.

He brings one of your legs up hooking it on his shoulder. It gives him a different angle to really make your toes curl.

"Oh fuck Bucky! Right there!"

"Yeah baby, you like when I hit that spot don't you- Fuck feels so fucking good!"

He captures your lips once more in a heated passionate kiss. You feel that coil in your stomach tighten. He feels your pussy tighten around his cock.

"That's it baby girl squeeze as tight as you want"

With just a few more thrusts the coil in your stomach snaps and you come with a loud moan, clutching onto him like he's the one keeping you alive.

"Oh my god!"

Bucky is still thrusting into you, chasing his own release. He captures your lips with his and when his seed finally spills inside you he moans and pants. You feel his hot breath against your face. When the haze of both your orgasms slip away, you look into each others eyes.

His big, beautiful, blue eyes and pink plump lips. You lean up kissing him and smiling against his lips. He lays down beside you, caressing your cheek with his hand, his thumb rubbing over your cheek and along your bottom lip. You are broken out of your thoughts by your phone ringing. Rolling over and picking up your phone to see Nat's name "Ah crap! Hello?"

"Hey! Did you get lost? Where are you?"

"I'm sorry Nat I'm leaving now okay?"

"Leaving now? Ohh a little reunion with Barnes hm? Sorry for interrupting" she laughs.

"Oh shut up I'll be there soon" You hang up and turn to Bucky and kissing him.

"I got to go okay? I'll be back later"

"Okay baby, don't stay away too long" you giggle "I won't" Getting up off the bed, fixing your dress and putting your panties back on.

"How do I look?"

"Amazing, have fun"

Kissing him again "Thank you babe oh um, Nat knows"

"What!? How?!"

"She has her ways" you giggle" "Bye Buck!"

[sweetdispatch]

No excuses - M. Boldy

masterlist pairing: Matt Boldy x fem!reader summary: You told Matt that you're pregnant but didn't expect that he would take the news so badly warning: swear words, mention of abortion

For the past couple of days you’ve been feeling sick. You thought it’s because of the sushi that you and Matt had but after a week, you didn’t stop throwing up. Your friend told you to do a pregnancy test but you laughed at the idea. You couldn’t be pregnant because you two had been careful. 

Days went by and you still felt sick. You remembered the words of your friend to do the test and decided to buy it. All the way to the pharmacy and back you thought how the idea is so dumb. That’s why you did the test without Matt’ knowledge. You didn’t want to bother him with something that’s not possible. 

But the result shocked you. When you saw the two lines on the stick you froze in place. You couldn’t believe that you’re actually pregnant. You were thinking when this could happen and suddenly you remembered. It was the one time when you and Matt fucked in a club bathroom, too drunk to use condom. 

Tears were growing in your eyes and you didn’t know what to do. You knew you had to tell this to Matt, especially since he was so scared of you when your sickness didn’t stop after a week. You didn’t want to do it now, you wanted to be 100% sure. You called the doctor to make an appointment. It was planned for Thursday so you had 3 days of trying to hide it from him. 

Thankfully for you, Matt’ mind didn’t cross the thought that you might be pregnant but for the next few days you’ve been withdrawn. You barely let him touch you, scared that he might find out just by the touch. You were wondering what your life is gonna look like. You two were talking about having kids but not now or near future. 

At the appointment, the doctor confirmed what the test showed you. You were pregnant. You started violently crying, not sure if these were happy or sad tears. You knew that you had to tell this to Matt. You were afraid of his reaction because he was telling you that for now, he wants to focus on hockey and not starting a family. 

When you parked in front of the house, you spotted his car and knew that Matt returned from the morning skate. You were sitting in the car thinking about the scenarios of what’s gonna happen in a minute. After 10 minutes, you took a deep breath and decided to go and tell him. You felt ready but in reality, you were a mess. 

“Hi baby. How was the doctor?” Matt asked you when you walked into the house. 

“You know, good. Normal” You replied not trusting your voice. 

“What did he tell you? Did he find the reason why you’ve been sick so long?” Matt asked you from the couch and noticed that you were afraid of something. “Everything’s alright?” 

“I guess. The doctor in fact found the reason why I was sick so long” Matt looked at you and waited for you to continue. “I’m pregnant” You whispered. 

“What?” Matt said loudly. You felt the tears in your eyes. 

“I’m pregnant” You said again. 

“You can’t be. We’ve been careful every time. Is this some kind of sick joke?” You could tell by his voice that he’s furious. 

“It’s not. I’m pregnant Matt and it’s yours” You told him firmly. 

“What the hell are we gonna do? I just started my career. I’m not ready to be a father” Matt stood up and started pounding around the living room. 

“I don’t know what we're gonna do. I’m scared” You felt so small at that moment. 

“Can’t you have an abortion or something? We can’t have a kid right now” Matt asked you and you looked at him. You couldn’t believe what he just told you.

“What the fuck Matt? No, I can’t. I want this baby and I know it's bad timing and we’re still young but you can’t ask me to have an abortion so you can have a comfortable life” For the first time today, you felt the strength in your voice. 

“Why not? If you know it’s bad timing, this sounds like a good thing” Matt told you and your jaw dropped. 

“I’m gonna have the baby. With or without your help” You told him and left the house. 

You slammed the door with a force and sat in your car. Your eyes finally gave up and you started crying. You couldn’t believe that your own boyfriend wanted you to have an abortion. This was like a hard slap to your face. Quickly you dialed your friend and asked her if you could stay at her place for a couple of days. She immediately agreed. 

When you arrived at her place, she pulled you into a hug. You told her about the argument you’ve had with Matt and she was out of words. She didn’t expect your boyfriend to have that bad outburst. She made a mental note to spare him a piece of her mind when she sees him next time. 

Matt was standing in the living room. He didn’t know what to do. When you left the apartment, he realized what he just told you. He felt awful for asking you to do such a thing. He wanted to run after you and apologise but he knew that you needed space. He was willing to give it to you, that was the least he could do now. 

The next few days were rough for Matt. He couldn’t forget the words he told you and the way your face dropped when you heard them. He wasn’t playing the best and everyone could tell that something happened, especially that no one saw you on the home games and you were always attempting them. 

“Buddy, did you break up with Y/N?” Brock asked Matt when only those two were left in the locker room. 

“Honestly, I don’t know” Matt took a deep breath. “She’s pregnant and I said a horrible thing to her. She left and I didn’t hear from her since then” 

“I bet it’s nothing. You and Y/N had been together since forever, you’ll figure it out” Brock told him but Matt only shook his head. 

“I don’t think so. When she told me that she’s pregnant I asked her to abort the kid” Matt felt ashamed to say those words out loud. 

“Dude, what the hell? You should never say words like that. What’s wrong with you?” Brock yelled at him. You and Brock had been close friends and he was furious at Matt for saying things like that to you. 

“I know. I panicked. It’s not an excuse but I’m scared and I overreacted. The worst part is that I don’t even know if she wants me back. She said that she’s having the baby with or without my help” Matt admitted and Brock could tell that he was hurting himself for the situation. 

“Look, I know you and Y/N. She loves you but you need to show her that you want this too. Call her and have a proper conversation with her” Brock patted him on the back. “But tomorrow, I’ll be your nightmare on the training for the words you told her” Brock said and left the locker room. 

Matt grabbed his phone and looked at the wallpaper. It was you smiling from ear to ear in Disneyland. It was his favorite photo because you were always telling him that your dream was to go there and he made it happen. He dialed your contact and to his surprise, you answered. 

“What do you want Matt?” You asked him with a raspy voice. He could tell that you’ve been crying a lot and he hated himself for being the reason for your tears. 

“Can you come home tonight? I think we should talk” Matt told you, scared for your response. 

“Okay. See you later” You replied and hung up your phone. 

You were terrified of the conversation but you knew that you two needed to talk about it. You were desperate to know if this is the end of your relationship. You told your friend that you’re going home to talk with Matt and she wasn’t happy about it. She didn’t want to see you hurt. You promised her to call later. 

The whole ride back home, you were wondering what’s gonna happen. After what Matt told you, you could expect everything. You parked the car and didn’t waste a moment. You walked into the house and spotted him in the kitchen writing something on a piece of paper. He looked from the card and wanted to hug you but didn’t want to cross the boundaries.

“You wanted to talk” You were the first to break the silence. 

“Yes. I wanted to say that I’m sorry. I was awful for you and I should never say what I said. This was unfair towards you and I fucked up. I’m terribly sorry for the pain I’ve caused you. I want to have the kid with you but I panicked. We’re still young and I didn’t expect this but this is not an excuse. I want you in my life and the baby. I love you and I can’t imagine my life without you” Matt told you and you smiled slightly. 

“You hurt me Matt. I know that we didn’t want to have kids now but it happened. I was so shocked by your outburst, it felt like a punch into the guts. Although I want to raise the kid with you. I love you even if you’re an idiot and I can forgive you but not forget what you said” You told him truthfully. 

“Thank you. I promise to never ever talk to you like that. I don’t want to be the reason for your tears. I’m really sorry and I’m gonna make it up to you for the rest of my life” Matt said, grateful that you took him back to your life. 

“Can you finally hug me? I missed you” You asked him and in no time, Matt pulled you into a tight hug.

[emeraldserenade]

Roomies ~ Joaquín Torres

synopsis: you needed a place to live and your best friend needed another roommate

tw: college au, fem!reader, best friend's older brother!Joaquín, playboy!Joaquín, roommate!Joaquín, age gap? (2 years), you transfer schools because of a creep and his friends, reader is practically already adopted by Joaquín's mom, reader doesn't know Spanish, barely edited.

fic, ficlet, drabble, request

Since you guys loved the other best friend's brother fic, I decided to write another. And it's longer 😃, oh and I realized that I keep using Arizona for Joaquín even though in the movies they say he's from Miami. I just wanted to clarify, for anyone who doesn't know, that he's from Arizona in the comics and I've been using that as reference. This one does take place in Miami though.

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You were a late transfer, you had issues at your other college and decided to transfer to your the one your best friend attended. The only problem is that you needed a place to stay, since you joined so late, they had no dorms available. Your friend, Savannah, offered the room that her and her older brother were trying to rent out. It was well within your price range and you needed one asap, so you took it.

You had yet to meet Joaquín, he was older than you and had gradated by the time you met Savannah in junior year of high school. You heard about him wanting to join the military but decided to go to college first. Savannah always talked about him and you always knew they were close.

"Are you excited to meet Joaquín?" Savannah had driven the three hours to you so you had a car you could pack your, small amount, of things into. She told you that Joaquín was waiting by the car.

"Yeah, he seems nice," you told her, you had talked to him over the phone a few days ago.

"He's excited to meet you, he says I talk about you too much," Savannah chattered on as you carried boxes out of your dorm building and to the car. "You know, this might be the time to finally admit you're attracted to Joaquín without ever meeting him," she gave you a looked and you just shook your head. You always denied it, you have never met him but there were photos everywhere and heard stories about him. The car was in sight when the reason you had to leave started running to you, you hurried to the car before he had a chance to catch you and Savannah alone.

"Yo, you didn't tell me you were moving," he finally caught up to you and grasped your upper arm, your eyes flickered to his hand and back to his face.

"Yeah, transferring actually," you corrected and yanked your arm from his grip.

"What school? I was thinking of transferring too," he crossed his arms and took a step closer but you backed up, right into Joaquín.

"Oh, uh," you grappled for a lie but one didn't come and he stared at you as you started to panic.

"Brent!" One of his friends came running up and you instinctively backed into Joaquín more. "Oh, pretty lady, where are you going?" His friend reached for you but stopped when Joaquín glared at him.

"She's transferring," Brent supplied and you wanted to scream.

"Ok, time for you to leave," Joaquín spoke and you glanced back at him and then to Savannah who was probably on the phone with her mom.

"And you are?" Brent's friend sized him up.

"Just walk away," you sighed and all three looked down at you. "It's not worth it, you'll lose anyway," you muttered and Brent just pulled his friend away.

"Y/n, my mamá wants to talk to you," she handed you the phone and you braced yourself for her questions.

"Cariño, why didn't you tell me that you were being harassed by boys?" She reprimanded you.

"The school said they would handle it and when they didn't I just chose to transfer schools. It's fine really," you told her, moving to put boxes into the truck. Joaquín and Savannah were talking a little farther away from you.

"And Savannah and Joaquín are there with you?"

"Yes, Sav and Joaquín are both right here. I don't think they're going to let me walk around her alone after what just happened," you told her, the use of their names made them both look over at you.

"Good," she bid you goodbye and you handed the phone back to Savannah. You heard her goodbye before you followed her back to your dorm.

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A three hour drive wasn't bad, you swapped seats with Savannah so now you were sitting in front with Joaquín. Savannah had fallen asleep and the car had gone mostly silent, you were humming along to the songs that played from Joaquín's phone.

You made it back to the apartment and Savannah showed you to your room, it wasn't big but it was definitely better than a dorm. You and Savannah carried in most of the boxes and Joaquín was grabbing the last of them.

"So, that wall is against the bathroom and this one is against my room," she pointed to each one respectively. "Directly across the hall is Joaquín's room, he sometimes has girls over. You don't have to worry though, you'll never see them here again," she told you and you nodded at her. "I'll give you the extra keys to my car and if you need to borrow it you can, Joaquín will probably let you borrow his truck too if you ask," Savannah popped her fingers as she thought about more. "I wash my clothes on Saturday and Joaquín washes his on Sunday, so any other day is free. And we have this system with dishes where we wash our own unless we cook for both people, then whoever didn't cook will clean. That will probably stay the same and you know about the shoes off at the door," she glanced around before nodding to herself.

"Uh, aren't we suppose to go see your mom?" You asked and she nodded.

"For dinner at five, we have like two hours before we need to leave," she informed you as Joaquín walked in with the last of your boxes. "I've got this study group to get to, I'll be back in like an hour," she gave you a hug and gently punched Joaquín's shoulder as she left.

"Why were those boys so interested in you transferring?" Joaquín crossed his arms as he asked.

"Oh, uh," you thought about lying but you always froze when you did. "I helped them with a homework thing and I guess I have them the wrong impression or something," you started to explain. "They thought I was into them," you summarized the whole ordeal, not wanting to go into specifics when that's not what he asked.

"And they took that as an invitation to...?" Joaquín trailed off and you realized he was giving you a chance to talk about it. So you did, you sat on the edge of the bed and told him everything that has transpired over the last few months.

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Dinner at the Torres household was always something you looked forward to. Their mom had almost become like yours and you always felt welcome. The grill was going in the back and you were perched on the arm of the couch. It was filled with everyone from the family that was around, it was always more people than seats. You had a cup of some nonalcoholic mix of things and you were laughing with the family as they spoke. There was a slight language barrier, you knew minimal Spanish, but everyone there was nice enough to translate something for you if needed.

You got up to refill your cup, offering to refill others but no one needed one. You made your way back but when you walked by Joaquín, he gently grasped your hand and guided you to sit on his lap. You looked over at Savannah who gave you a wink and felt your face warm at the implications.

Joaquín kept his hands on your waist and you relaxed back against his chest. He ended up putting his head on your shoulder as the conversation continued.

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You had been in the apartment for weeks, the spring semester had begun but you hadn't noticed Joaquín bring anyone back with him. He had been to plenty of parties, you even went to some with him and Savannah, but both you and Savannah had yet to see him bring someone back.

"Maybe he's just trying to be respectful, I have just moved in after all," you shouted over the music, you and Savannah were watching the game of beer pong happen as you spoke.

"Maybe," she told you as if she wasn't convinced. You two cheered as one of Joaquín's friends made his shot and laughed when he did a little dance in victory. "I'm getting another drink, will you be ok?"

"Yeah, I will be," you told her and watched her walk away. You were alone for a while before Joaquín ended up next to you, his arm slung over your shoulders.

"Hey," you glanced up at him, meeting his eyes. He was close enough that your nose touched and you were only inches away from your lips being together.

"You must be y/n," another voice made you look away from Joaquín. It was a boy you had never seen before.

"Yeah, hi," you gave him a tight lipped smile and he gave you a bigger one.

"I'm one of Joaquín's friends, he talks about you a lot," he told you and you looked back at Joaquín.

"Dude," Joaquín hissed and you smiled at Joaquín.

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It was late, the party was probably still going. You, Savannah, and Joaquín had left almost two hours ago. You were walking to the kitchen, tiptoeing so you didn't wake anyone up. You were startled when you saw Joaquín standing in the kitchen, a mostly eaten apple in his hand.

"What are you doing awake?" Joaquín mumbled.

"I was watching a movie and I ran out of water," you held your empty water bottle up as emphasis.

"Oh," Joaquín moved out of the way and you smiled at him, you ever growing crush on his started to rear it's head. "I'm glad you moved in," Joaquín told you suddenly.

"Me too," you muttered, screwing the lid of your water bottle back on. You two just looked at each other for a moment before Joaquín surged forward and kissed you. You responded as soon as your brain caught up with what was happening.

"Fucking finally," Savannah announced when she walked into the kitchen, you pulled away from Joaquín and he looked at you offended. "Just move this out of the kitchen," she waved you two on and you were gently pulled to Joaquín's room. Joaquín shut the door and went right back to kissing you, a promise of what's to come on his lips.

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