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⎠What happened to hello | Lando Norris âŽ
Summary: Quick little drabbled based on all the speculation of Lando getting a bad haircut because he wore his hat so much at the Mexican GP
Warning: none :)
word count: 848
a/n: I haven't wrote in a long time so I'm pretty rusty, go easy on me! I also wasn't entirely sure how I wanted to wrap up the ending, so yeah, sorry for that!
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âTake the hat off Landoâ You playfully demand with a squint of your eyes as soon as Landoâs face appears on your laptop screen.Â
Youâre currently on day 14 of being apart since Lando left for the triple-header and itâs eating you both alive. You havenât been apart for longer than seven days at a time, in almost a year. Everyone around you, even the fans, call you two codependent, but really, you were just in love and wanted to spend as much time together as possible.Â
Between the time zone differences and you both working so much, youâve found it difficult to spend much time together. Youâve found comfort in being able to keep up with Lando from all of the fan and official F1 content posted online.Â
Youâve gotten a giggle out of all the speculation surrounding Landoâs hair. It started on the first media day in Mexico, when it appeared Lando had gotten a haircut, but his hat stayed on the entire day.Â
The next day was when the rumors actually started, Lando hadnât taken his hat off again and every fan you came across was freaking out and cracking jokes that Lando got a bad haircut and was embarrassed about it.Â
Initially, aside from enjoying all the posts, you hadnât given it much thought, assuming Lando was mostly wearing the hat because of the heat; but then you realized Lando hadnât sent you any photos without the hat on, and the handful of late night facetimes you had, he was already in bed with his hoodie up and it was mostly dark.Â
Whenever you and Lando are apart, you always made sure to keep each other still included in the day to day parts of your lives; you were always sending photos, videos and voice notes until you could facetime or be with each other again.Â
Lando hadnât changed your familiar routine, he just never had hair showing, which was a little odd, but nothing concerning. You admittingly missed the post shower selfies or the sweaty, messy haired, tired post race selfies.Â
Youâre instantly met with a giggle from Lando âWhat happened to hello baby.â Landoâs sat in his drivers room, heâd got a couple hours break between practice and qualifying and wanted to make the most of your shared free time to squeeze in a quick facetime with you.
âHello babyâ You grinned cheekily. âIâve missed you so much, did you get a bad haircut?â You giggledÂ
Lando raised an eyebrow as another giggle slipped past his lips. âDid I get a bad haircut?âÂ
You nodded quickly âYou havenât taken your hat off the entire time youâve been in Mexico, so show meâ
âAnd how would you know that, hmm?â Lando asked with a smirk. Lando was initially confused, but now all he wanted was to play into the fun he was having.Â
A bright rosy blush crept up your cheeks as you briefly glanced away from Lando on the screen. Landoâs now grinning mischievously, enjoying getting to tease you. âDo I need to talk to Osc or have you been creeping on me?âÂ
Before you even get a chance to answer, Lando starts giggling again and shaking his head. You pout and cross your arms. âA bad haircut is the only explanation for the hat and not getting my selfiesâ
âYour selfies?â Lando questions, once again raising an eyebrow. He knows exactly what selfies youâre talking about, but one thing about Lando Norris is that he loves to tease his girlfriend.
âI want my post race selfies back LandoâÂ
Lando smiles widely, taking a moment to take in all of your soft sweet features. Lando hadnât intentionally been keeping anything from you, the few days he had been in Mexico had been busier than usual and it slipped his mind. âIâm sorry my love, I promise youâll get one after qualiâ
âI betterâ You murmur, arms still crossed against your chest. You did miss the selfies, but you werenât actually annoyed with him, in fact any feelings that even remotely resembled annoyance or hurt from the past few days all stem from a place of missing Lando.Â
Lando knows you better than you know yourself, so he knows that if he doesnât do something in the next few minutes, the call is going to take a sharp turn from playful and fun to somber and probably leave at least one of you in tears. Neither you or Lando were one to shy away from your emotions, but if Lando could hold off on it, until he could guarantee you his undivided love and attention, that's what heâs going to do.Â
Lando winks at you, before taking off his hat and running his hand through his hair. âIs that better my love?â
A small gasp passes your lips, before you break out into the widest smile that Lando had seen in weeks. âLando!â You squeal happily. âYou look so handsome, why have you been hiding your hair?â
âI havenât been hiding my hair, you doughnut,â Lando laughed. âItâs hot and I like my hatâ
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pairing;Â yoon jeonghanx f reader
genre;Â smut (minors dni), angst, fluff/romance, comedy
summary; being friends with benefits with jeonghan has never been what you thought it would but taking a trip to Paris with him and the rest of your friends while expecting to keep it a secretâŚthatâs something completely different.
warnings;Â eating/drinking, alcohol, mentions flying in a plane, inaccurate french, a bit of self deprecating thoughts and feelings, hiding a relationship, idiots in love, oral (f receiving), fingering, jealousy, crying (from pleasure and not), petnames, unprotected sex, cum on skin/creampie â as always there might be a warning I am missing but do try.
w/c; 19k and some change (489 words on patreon)
a/n; as always I have to thank @junkissed for not only proofreading but also helping me with coming up with so many brilliant ideas. I also want to thank @wooahaeproductions for lending me her brilliant brain and offering so many beautiful ideas. -- after much thought i have decided to sporadically release some of my older patreon exclusives if and when i am feeling generous. since i am working on tkg and unable to release anything the way i would like to i posted a bonus for patreon subscribers and i am releasing this to you all here on tumblr. i hope you enjoy it. to those of you who were less than kind when i first posted it, i hope this teaches you a lesson of patience and humility. if you had been nicer to me this might have came to tumblr sooner.
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âIâll try not to slobber on your shoulder.âÂ
You roll your eyes with a faint laugh at Mingyuâs words as he sits on your right in the aisle seat. The âfasten seatbeltâ sign had just turned off and a quick glance at your phone told you that the plane had been in the air for about an hour. It was going to be a long 13 hour flight to Paris and while Mingyu was settling in to take a nap, you werenât sure you were going to be following suit.Â
Jeonghan purses his lips, watching you shift in your seat. You looked restless and he understood the feeling. While he felt like he could get up and take a walk along the aisle, beside him, Dokyeom was snuggled up against the window, watching a movie on the screen in front of him.Â
Slipping out of his seat, Jeonghan leans to bump his hip against Mingyu, only to make the man groan, opening his eyes in annoyance. You were looking up at your friend curiously, your brows furrowed as he pursed his lips and jutted his thumb back over to where he had been sitting just a moment before.Â
âTrade with me.âÂ
Confusion slowly spreads across Mingyuâs face as he looks from Jeonghan to you and back up at the other man. Lifting his brows, Jeonghan sighs and waves his hands as if trying to hurry Mingyu out of his seat, as if he were in the wrong spot, when clearly Mingyu had known he was supposed to sit beside you.Â
âWhat? You serious?â
âThe fuck, you mean, am I serious? Iâm talking, arenât I?â Letting out another sigh, Jeonghan gestures towards Dokyeom once again.â GyuâŚGo sit beside Dokyeom and cuddle with him. Clearly, you both want to sleep and Y/N isnât going to. I want someone to talk to.âÂ
Groaning, Mingyu looks back at you as you give him a soft, pouty smile, reaching up to pat his cheek as he begrudgingly gives up his spot to Jeonghan. Sliding past the smaller man, Mingyu narrows his eyes at him, only to get a smirk in return as Jeonghan slips into the seat with a happy sigh.Â
Dokyeom glances over to Mingyu as he slumps down in the seat, pulling his blanket over his legs, as he watches Jeonghan look over at you with a grin on his face. There was something weird about what had just happened but he couldnât put his finger on it. Shrugging, Mingyu glances towards the movie playing in front of Dokyeom as he leans his head to rest it on his friendâs shoulder, watching it on mute as his eyes get heavy.Â
âJeonghanâŚYou are so full of shit.âÂ
Your words draw Jeonghanâs attention as he adjusts his seat, leaning it back to get more comfortable beside you. It was going to be a long ass flight but his traveling companion had just gotten exponentially more attractive.Â
âWhy? Did I lie?âÂ
Rolling your eyes, you glance away from Jeonghan and out of the window as he smiles at you. Yoon Jeonghan was one of your best friends. When the idea of going on this group trip to Paris came up, you werenât sure if you wanted to go but it had been him who had talked you into it. There were plenty of reasons not to go but in his opinion, there were even more reasons to go.Â
Your relationship with Jeonghan was complicated. It hadnât started out that way. You had met him along with the rest of your friends in college. All of you were studying different things but at the end of the day, it was your personalities that had led you all together.Â
Kim Mingyu had been the first friend that you had made and your gateway into the group. Many others had come and gone but by the end of four grueling years at university, there were fourteen of you that had stuck together and now ten of you are on a plane for a once in a lifetime vacation.Â
When you donât answer him right away, Jeonghan lets his eyes run along your neck and up to your pretty face. He had always had a harder time than some of the others when it came to keeping it platonic with you. Then, last Halloween, Jeonghan found out he wasnât the only one struggling with that feeling.Â
Maybe it had been the alcohol or maybe it had been all of the tension in the air but in a dark corner of Seungcheolâs apartment, you and Jeonghan had shared your first heated kiss. That kiss had turned into a long conversation the next day, which led to an even longer discussion about how neither one of you wanted to fuck up your friendship.Â
âWe will just have rules, Y/N.âÂ
You had sighed as Jeonghan had run his fingers along your jaw, tilting your head up so he could look at your face as he spoke. You hadnât wanted to agree to the idea of being friends with benefits but the ache between your thighs every time you looked at him had been enough to keep you listening and to make your lips part as he had ran his thumb under your bottom lip.Â
âIf either one of us wants to stop, we just say it. No deep conversations have to happen. My only rule is that if you are going to fuck someone else, tell me. I donât want to be second best.âÂ
Jeonghan had listened to you whining softly under your breath as his fingernails scratched along the side of your head at your hairline. He had known you wanted it as much as he did but what he didnât know was that it was going to hurt you just as much as it was already hurting him. It seemed like such a simple solution to how he was feeling. He would get to have you in his life even more. He would get to fuck you as much as possible, but then youâd leave every single fucking time and it would start to hurt every single fucking time.Â
Turning back towards Jeonghan as you feel his eyes moving along your skin, you fight the urge to move closer to him in your seat. You werenât alone on the plane and your friends werenât that far from you, with Mingyu and Dokyeom sitting diagonally across the aisle and Jihoon and Joshua behind you.Â
âYou could have kept Dokyeom awake to talk.âÂ
Smirking, Jeonghan purses his lips as he moves to lean across you, pulling down the shade on the window, leaving you and him both veiled in the low light of the cabin. You sigh as you feel his fingers slide along your forearm to your wrist, his fingernails causing chillbumps to spread along your skin as he draws small circles on your skin.Â
âI donât want to talk to Dokyeom, I want to talk to you.âÂ
Sighing softly, you glance down at your hand as Jeonghan runs his fingers along yours before linking his hand with yours. You knew the light was dim enough that no one would see and that if anyone did, they probably wouldnât ask too many questions because Jeonghan was just a touchy guy to begin with. What you didnât know was why your heart was in your throat. You didnât know why your friend with benefits even wanted to hold your hand in the first place.Â
âListenâŚIâm just saying we already came up with the rooming arrangements before we even got on the fucking plane. Why are you two being such bitches about it now?âÂ
You sigh, leaning against Mingyuâs arm, as Joshua stares at Seungkwan and Chan in the hotel lobby. You already knew who you were rooming with and he was doing a great job holding you up at the moment. It was just the youngest of your group who were being cry babies about their rooms.Â
âWe are here for a week, Shua! If you had to spend every single night in a room with Lee Chan, youâd bitch a little bit about it too.âÂ
Groaning, Jihoon rolls his suitcase towards the group, causing Soonyoung to whine as his roommate swipes the card from Seungkwanâs hand before offering his to Chan.Â
âWhy do I have to lose my best friend over this?âÂ
Jeonghan laughs at Soonyoungâs dramatics as Chan pouts, knowing Soonyoung was going to be upset at him for the rest of the day because of the rooming arrangement. You watch the eldest of the group pat Joshua on the back as he gestures for Dokyeom to head for the elevator.Â
âCome on, Y/N. You look like you could use a nap.âÂ
Hearing your name, you blink up at Mingyu before offering him a tired smile. There had been little sleep on the plane. You had never been good at sleeping on transportation but between that and Yoon Jeonghan at your side, it had been a battle you were destined to lose.Â
Holding the door back, Jeonghan purses his lips, waiting for you and Mingyu to get in before he presses the button, causing Joshua and Jun to throw up their hands when the door starts to close in their faces.Â
âOops! Itâs full!âÂ
You knew Jeonghan was being a menace. The lack of sleep was adding another level to his usual antics. Leaning against the elevator wall, Jeonghan watches as you sigh, your head leaned forward as Mingyu stands beside you, his and your luggage in hand as the elevator climbs. He had wondered on the plane if there was a way to switch rooms but that would be too obvious and Mingyu had already looked like a kicked puppy when he had made him give up his seat.Â
With a final ding, the elevator doors open to a long hallway. Glancing at the wall, Mingyu mutters under his breath before taking a left before looking back at you with a laugh that comes to a stop to let you catch up to him.Â
âCome on, Squirt. We are in 546.âÂ
Jeonghan rolls his eyes, following behind you and Mingyu, not even noticing the look that Dokyeom is giving him. While Mingyu didnât seem to realize the relationship that was right in front of him, Dokyeom wasnât as oblivious. He knew there had been something different for months, even if Jeonghan wouldnât tell him what it was.Â
âDonât plot his murder yet, heâs not flirting. Sheâs like his sister.âÂ
Dokyeomâs voice is barely over a whisper but Jeonghan still looks at him as if he is announcing his words to the world. It was that sort of wide eyed, deer caught in the headlights look that told Dokyeom that he was right.Â
âIâshut up. I know that. Heâs just dumb. Iâm not doing anything.âÂ
Chuckling under his breath, Dokyeom nods along with Jeonghanâs rambling as the two watch you and Mingyu open your hotel door before you offer them both a quick smile and wave, disappearing into the room and leaving them in the hallway.Â
âSure, man. Whatever you say, you have the key.âÂ
Waking up to a dimly lit room, you wince at the pain behind your eyes as you try to look around at the other bed, seeing it still made and empty. There was no sign of Mingyu in the room besides his now empty suitcase at the end of his bed and a few of his things strewn about on a couch in the corner of the room.Â
You hadnât meant to nap for as long as you clearly had but the flight had been long and now you were feeling bad about how much you must be missing from the trip. It wasnât like there was a planned itinerary for every single day, but you did have some plans as a group and with different people. Otherwise, you were free to travel the city or use your time as you saw fit. Apparently, for the first few hours spent in Paris, you saw fit to snore into a very comfortable pillow.Â
Reaching for your phone, you whine at the headache plaguing you as you look through your texts, seeing a few that you had missed along with a couple phone calls.Â
[Missed call: Cheol at 11:30 a.m.]
[Missed call: Cheol at 2:16 p.m.]Â
Cheol: I talked to Gyu. He said you passed the fuck out. Call me later. Wish I was there. đ
Mingyu: Going out with Shua and Jun~~ be back later. Love you đ
Jeonghan: Are you awake yet? Letâs order room service.
Sighing, you tap Jeonghanâs message first, hovering over the keyboard before finally replying.Â
Y/N: I just woke up. Mingyu is out.Â
Jeonghan had been awake for about an hour longer than you so when you finally text him back, he glances down at his cellphone resting on his stomach with a soft smile. At least he had been smiling until you mentioned Mingyu.Â
Jeonghan: I know where he is. I wasnât asking to order room service with him.Â
Y/N: FineâŚ
While you didnât sound entirely convincing, Jeonghan wasnât going to turn down the chance to spend some time alone with you. He knew where Mingyu was along with Dokyeom and he knew they would be gone, at least for a few more hours.Â
Sliding off the bed, you move into the bathroom to grab some pain reliever, making it back to the mini fridge by the time you hear the knock at the door. Leaning to pull the door open, you meet Jeonghanâs eyes before his gaze slowly moves over your frame and back up to your face as he slips into the room, closing and locking the door behind him.Â
âI didnât think you were ever gonna wake up. I almost asked Mingyu to let me in before he left.âÂ
Scoffing, you swallow your medicine with a gulp of water as you feel Jeonghanâs fingers sliding along your hip. You knew he was kidding, at least mostly. As far as you knew, he didnât want anyone to know he was fucking you and you didnât want to fuck up your friendship with him, no matter how much it hurt to be a dirty little secret.Â
âSo he could ask you why?âÂ
Shaking his head, Jeonghan lets you pull away from him as you move back to your bed, flopping down on it with a groan. He had noticed the medicine in your hand and he could see the way your brows were furrowed. He had known you long enough to know the signs of your headaches and when you werenât feeling well. Sitting down next to you, Jeonghan runs his hand along your leg to the end of your shorts as you look at your phone, responding to the rest of your text messages.Â
âHe could have asked why. I donât care. You want me to just pick something for us to eat?âÂ
Wrinkling your nose, lost in thought, you glance at Jeonghan as his fingers push under the leg of your shorts, a concerned look on his face. He was full of shit 90% of the time but there were times when the two of you were alone that he made your heart tighten in your chest.Â
âMm, yeah. Just gonna call Cheol back and wait for this medicine to kick in.â
Nodding, Jeonghan watches you for a moment longer before leaning in to press a soft kiss to your lips, causing you to close your eyes and return it as your fingers barely hold on to your cell phone. There was no reason for him to kiss you.Â
When the two of you came up with the rules of your relationship, there were no strings attached. It had started out with no kisses goodbye, but that rule had quickly been broken. Then the no sleeping over rule had been broken more than once by both of you, and now Jeonghan was sending your brain into a frenzy with such a sweet gesture as he smiled against your lips before sitting back to take out his own phone, pulling up the room service menu.Â
Swallowing hard, you furrow your brows, lifting your fingers to press them against your lips as you make yourself pull your eyes away from the handsome man in front of you and back to your phone, pressing down on Seungcheolâs name. You knew it was late in Korea but not so late that he wouldnât still be awake.Â
âHeyâŚdidnât think Iâd hear from you today.âÂ
Seungcheolâs voice makes you pout. You could hear the sadness in his tone as he leaned back in his gaming chair. You had offered to stay back and hang out with him but between his insistence that you go and Jeonghanâs whining, you had paid for your ticket, leaving an injured Seungcheol under the care of your other friends who couldnât make the trip.Â
âSorry, I was so tired from the flight. How are you feeling today?âÂ
Scoffing, Seungcheol looks down at the brace on his knee before leaning his head back in annoyance, not really at your question but at the situation.Â
âFine. Minghao went with me to rehab and then Vernon and Wonwoo hung out and played some games earlier.â Pursing his lips, Seungcheol glances out his window at the lights of the city, listening to the sounds of the traffic compared to the quiet sounds of your conversation. âHowâs Paris?âÂ
Jeonghan closes one eye in thought before turning his phone towards you to ask if his order was okay, only getting a nod before you sigh and give your attention back to the phone call. You had been disappointed when any of the group had been unable to come along but especially Seungcheol. He and Mingyu were like family more than they were friends and now part of your family had a torn ACL and was stuck in his apartment playing video games and eating takeout while you were visiting a foreign country.Â
âIâm glad they are taking care of you. We miss you. I havenât seen much other than the back of my eyelids, Cheollie.âÂ
You say we before you even think about what you are saying, causing Jeonghan and unknown to you, Seugncheol to furrow their brows. It wasnât like you had lied; Jeonghan had wanted his best friend to come on the trip but it wasnât like he knew that he was in the room. Â
âWeâŚâ Smirking to himself, Seungcheol shifts in his chair, reaching out to move his mouse across his screen to open his game back up, knowing he was going to end the phone call sooner than he had even anticipated. âTell Han I said hi. Call me tomorrow. Love you.âÂ
Groaning, you avoid Jeonghanâs eyes as he searches your face, seeing a look of embarrassment wash over your expression. Your relationship with Jeonghan was a secret from most of the group but it had been Seungcheolâs apartment that you had been making out with Jeonghan in and he wasnât an idiot.Â
âShut upâŚÂ IâCheol says hi.â Sighing, you watch Jeonghan lean his head back, realizing what had happened as you finished up your phone call. âLove you too; talk to you tomorrow.âÂ
Lowering your phone, you meet Jeonghanâs eyes as he stares at you, tilting his head. You could see the question on his face but you werenât sure you were up to answering it. Instead, you toss your phone down on the bed and groan as he watches your dramatics, putting his hand back on your thigh unable to stop the smile that pulls at his lips.Â
âWe miss you, Cheollie.â You could hear the teasing in Jeonghanâs voice even as you lifted your arm to rest it over your face. âWhy did he assume it was me?âÂ
Groaning his name, you turn on your back, causing Jeonghanâs hand to slide to your inner thigh, where he lets it rest. You squirm slightly, feeling his thumb rub small circles along your skin as he watches you closely much to your dismay.Â
âProbably because Mingyu is out and he has already talked to him.âÂ
You fail to tell Jeonghan the part about how Seungcheol also knows that you are fucking Jeonghan but he is nice enough to only tease you sometimes about how much itâs going to break your heart one day. Sliding your arm from your face, you sigh as Jeonghanâs fingers start to work into the tight muscle of your thigh. It felt good; it was a nice gesture but you knew there was an ulterior motive to it.Â
âWe canât do anything while we are here, Jeonghan. We have no idea when Mingyu will be back, and I donât ââÂ
An annoyed groan slipping from between Jeonghanâs lips makes you fall silent as he slides up in bed and between your legs to hover over you on the bed. Your heart was beginning to race from the image of him above you to the thrill of the situation. You really didnât know when Mingyu was coming back from his outing and the food could be delivered at any moment.Â
âWe are in Paris and you are going to lay on this bed and tell me that we arenât going to fuck while we are here?âÂ
Slotting his leg between your thighs, Jeonghan smirks when he hears a whine get caught in your throat. There were many things he loved but one of them was feeling the warmth of your pussy, clothed or not, against his thigh. He loved when you would instinctively start to buck your hips against his leg just from the desire to feel any sort of release because you had to chase it.Â
âY/NâŚbabyâŚprincessâŚmy beautiful angelâŚâÂ
All the pet names that fall from Jeonghanâs silver tongue cause your fingers to dig into the comforter as you try to fight the urge to roll your hips against his thigh. You canât help but lift your right hand, grabbing for something more substantial, and find Jeonghanâs shirt when you feel his lips press against your neck as he kisses up to your ear. With each kiss, Jeonghan speaks and allows his warm breath to tempt you even further.Â
âI might actually die if I canât have you this entire time.â You knew he was being dramatic but you could also feel how hard Jeonghan was getting against your thigh so he was doing a good job of convincing you that he was telling you the truth. âWe can be so careful. Iâll make it worth it.âÂ
You knew he would keep that promise. Every time with Jeonghan was worth it. No matter how much you tried to lie to yourself, even the cracks that were starting to line your heart and the stress building in your mind were worth it.Â
Jeonghan whines your name against your jaw as his hand pulls your hips up and tighter against his thigh. He could feel the way you were starting to roll your hips and it made him want to lay on the bed under you and watch you ride his cock like that until he filled you full of his cum. He wanted nothing more than to keep you like this forever, to make this simple like it was in his head but his heart was making it complicated. His heart had made it complicated from day one.Â
âBonjour, service en chambre.âÂ
The voice of someone on the other side of the door and a stern knock pull you and Jeonghan from your lust filled haze quickly. With an annoyed groan, Jeonghan rests his head against your shoulder before nodding against it as the man announces himself again, trying to get any response from the room.Â
âOui, une minute, s'il vous plaĂŽt.âÂ
Meeting your eyes, Jeonghan takes a deep breath before sliding off the bed to adjust his sweatpants. You could hear the frustration in Jeonghanâs sighs as he ran his fingers through his dark hair, moving towards the door and letting you sit up on the bed. In reality, there was nothing for either of you to be upset about. He had placed the order so it wasnât surprising that it was being delivered in a timely manner.Â
âMerciâŚâ
The word falls from Jeonghanâs lips like venom as he takes the bags from the man before slamming the door in his face. Turning back to face you, Jeonghan gives you an incredulous look, finding you pressing your lips together and trying not to laugh at him. He didnât find anything about the situation funny.Â
âI got cock blocked and you are laughing?âÂ
Smiling, you reach your hand out to help Jeonghan with one of the bags, taking out the drinks and sitting them on the nightstand out of any danger of spilling, as he grumbles under his breath. You canât help but laugh again, opening both straws and finding him pouting at you.Â
âYou didnât even offer him a tip. Are you that pissed off?âÂ
Opening one of the containers with more force than necessary, Jeonghan grabs one of the forks, stabbing at a piece of pasta and lifting it to his lips, still pouting.Â
âIs your cock still hard and not wet, Y/N? Oh, thatâs right, you donât have a cock that gets painfully hard every time you look at your incredibly hot gi��friend.âÂ
Coughing as he takes a bite of food, Jeonghan looks down as he almost slips up on his wording, hoping you wonât notice. You just furrow your brows, your straw pursed on your lips, as you watch him for a moment before taking a sip and tilting the drink towards him, offering it to him to do the same.Â
You werenât sure what you had heard. You knew what you wanted to hear but at the same time, did you? What would that mean? So instead of lingering on it, you focus on the rest of his nonsense, letting Jeonghan off the hook for his slip up.Â
âNo, I donât have a cock but I do get horny. You act like girls donât get just as horny as guys. Itâs not my fault that I can just hide it better.âÂ
Scoffing, Jeonghan leans towards you, taking a sip of your drink before turning his fork towards you to offer you a bite of the pasta, feeling the warmth that had risen in his neck and face starting to fade. Maybe he had just gotten lucky and you hadnât caught the word he had almost used to refer to you or maybe you were just being nice. Either way, he wasnât going to push the subject if you werenât.Â
Watching you take the bite from the fork, Jeonghan lets his eyes move over your face, lingering on your eyes. You were so beautiful, it was painful, and he was being honest when he said he didnât want to waste the time the two of you had in Paris. It would be a waste to fly so far and not indulge in you as much as he could.Â
You furrow your brows as Jeonghanâs eyes fall to the bed, the two of you eating mostly in silence until finally you are the first one to break the tension as you groan, rubbing your hand over your stomach with a grin on your face. Jeonghan canât help but smile once again, feeling endeared by you as he takes another sip of drink before putting it back on the nightstand.Â
âFull?âÂ
Nodding, you stretch on as Jeonghan works to close containers and cleans up, moving around your room. You watch as he glances back at you, his eyes moving along the length of your body, to the arch of your back when you whine into a yawn. Smiling, you reach for your phone, checking your messages, and at the same time feeling him lay on the bed next to you, slender fingers barely graving over your stomach, before Jeonghan slides his hand under your shirt to have contact with your skin.Â
âIâm not.âÂ
Your laugh makes Jeonghan smile. The smile is genuine and fullânot one of his half smiles that he would give to just anyone. No, this smile is one that is meant just for you. Reaching up to take your phone out of your hand, Jeonghan whispers your name and you can hear the need and desire laced in his voice like a question. With your brows furrowed, you can only meet his eyes and nod before his lips are back on yours.Â
Whimpered moans slip into Jeonghanâs mouth as his fingers slide under the top of your shorts and between your legs. It was one thing to feel you against his thigh and it was another to feel your wet pussy on his fingers.Â
Jeonghan groans into the kiss. He canât help the smile that pulls at his lips, feeling you lift your hips towards his hand as his fingers spread your folds. Between breathy kisses, the sticky, wet sounds of Jeonghanâs fingers teasing you are all you can hear, even as you mutter, begging him for more.Â
âMore? Like what? What do you want, beautiful?âÂ
Squeezing your eyes shut tightly, you practically sob out a moan of frustration at Jeonghanâs question. You knew how much he liked you to tell him exactly what you wanted and he knew how much you just wanted him to give him everything. Pushing your head back against the pillow, you bite at your bottom lip only to have Jeonghanâs teeth pull it from yours with a dark laugh.Â
âWhat do you want, Y/N? My fingers or my mouth?âÂ
Tears run from your eyes along your temples as Jeonghanâs lips press against yours teasingly. He was driving you crazy with his light touches to your clit, and it was making it hard to think and even harder to speak. Arching your back, you gasp Jeonghanâs name as his thumb and forefinger close around your clit, rolling the small bud between his fingers, waiting for you to speak.Â
âAhâfuck! BothâŚplease? Please, just give me both. I canât stand it.âÂ
It had been longer than Jeonghan would have liked since he had been in your bed and normally he would be more strict. Normally he would make you pick one thing and draw out your orgasm until you were begging him through tears for more, but just feeling your slick arousal on his fingers made Jeonghan weak for you.Â
Moving to his knees, Jeonghan pushes his fingers into the top of your shorts and underwear. You only manage a soft whimper of his name as he slides them down your legs and tosses them onto the floor before letting his eyes roam over you. Licking his lips, Jeonghan slides his hands under your knees, pulling your hips down in bed as he lays on his stomach so that your pussy is level with his face.Â
âFuckâŚJeonghan, please? Stop teasinââÂ
Running his tongue from your entrance to the top of your mound, Jeonghan silences you as he groans to your taste. It really had been too long since he had been between your legs and he was starving. The food had been nothing in comparison to this and he was feeling almost feral after a single drop of you on his tongue.Â
Long, slender fingers part your folds as Jeonghan moves his other hand from under your leg to circle your dripping hole with his middle finger as you moan his name. He could play you like a well tuned instrument and he knew every note by heart.Â
Turning his hand palm up, Jeonghan groans under his breath, feeling your warm, soft walls welcome in his finger and tighten around them. He could just imagine how good you would feel on his cock and it had him leaking profusely in his sweatpants as he willed himself not to rut against the bed, lowering his head to flick his tongue at your throbbing clit.Â
There have been few people in your life who made you feel as good in bed as Yoon Jeonghan and there were none who looked as good as him between your thighs. No oneâs hair felt as good between your fingers as you held them against you; their lips wrapped around your clit as their fingers steadily pushed you towards heaven. No, that was only Yoon Jeonghan.Â
You tasted better than anything that Jeonghan could imagine. He had wanted this from the moment that he had walked into the room and now that he was lucky enough to be between your legs, he could feel his head going fuzzy with just thoughts of you. You were like a drug that he could never get enough of.Â
It was the feeling of your velvet walls clenching around his fingers as he pushed you over the edge and the sounds of your sweet little moans that caused Jeonghan to almost lose it. Words almost escape between his lipsâthree little words that could ruin everything. Closing his eyes tightly, Jeonghan buries his face against you to silence himself, enjoying the taste of your cum on his tongue until the sound of your phone causes him to furrow his brows.Â
Your fingers tear at the bedding under you as Jeonghan tries his best to pull another orgasm from you until the familiar sound of your ringtone starts to play from beside you on the bed. Gasping for a full breath, you glance over to see Chanâs face as Jeonghan looks up at you from between your legs with a disappointed look on his face.Â
âLet it go to voicemail.âÂ
That was one option but if Chan was calling you, there had to be a reason. Whining, you slide your hand across the bed, listening to Jeonghan groan in annoyance, laying his face against your thigh as you do. Licking your lips, you catch your breath before putting your phone on your chest and answering the phone while speaking, hoping it will mask some of your labored breathing.Â
âChan? Whatâs up?âÂ
Closing his eyes tightly, Jeonghan shakes his head as you answer the phone, knowing he isn't getting laid now. First, the hotel staff had bad timing and now Lee Chan was cock blocking him. Glancing back up at you and the phone, Jeonghan shifts to his elbow, leaning to wipe his lips as Chan finally speaks up, his voice instantly breaking your heart.Â
âY/NâŚI forgot my key. Soonyoung is in the room and wonât answer the phone. Heâs still mad about earlier and you apparently have to have the key to get back into the hotel past a certain time.âÂ
Rolling his eyes, Jeonghan lets out a light scoff, causing you to shoot daggers from your eyes in his direction. You could hear that Chan was drunk and you had always had a soft spot for the younger boys in your group of friends. You had taken on the big sister role very quickly and took it seriously. Throwing his hands up, Jeonghan mouths âwhat?â in your direction at the look of disappointment on your face at his reaction before you simply roll your eyes and slide off the bed to pick up your shorts, sliding them back up your legs as you speak to Chan.Â
âIâll come down and let you in and then we will go talk to Soonyoung. Give me like five minutes.âÂ
Tossing your phone back on to the bed, you move past Jeonghan as he whines your name, trying to grab your hand, only to find your fingers slipping from his. He knew he was being selfish but fuck, he felt like he deserved it just a little bit. Every once in a while, people could be a little selfish and enjoy the company of theirâ Even in his head, he couldnât think of the right word to call you, so Jeonghan watched you from the bathroom door instead as you freshened up.Â
âCan we try again later?âÂ
Sighing, you glance at Jeonghan through the mirror as he leans his head against the door frame, a look of disappointment on his face that almost shatters your resolve. You wanted to be less âeasyâ and say maybe or maybe not but instead you just nod and try to walk past him, feeling Jeonghanâs hand slide around your waist. Soft lips press against yours and you feel your knees start to give at the feeling and at how much you want to pull Jeonghan back into your bed.Â
âIâll text you in a bit.âÂ
Six words and Jeonghan leaves you standing in your room, feeling confused and lost. Only the sound of a text and a selfie of a pouty Chan sitting on the steps, asking for a rescue, pulls you back to reality.Â
Your fingers move along the rows of silk and satin on the rack as you purse your lips. It wasnât that the dresses werenât gorgeous. All of them were and all of them cost half of your rent. Mingyu lifts his gaze towards you as he pulls a shirt from a rack, putting it up to his body, before turning towards the mirror to judge his choice.Â
âYou canât tell what they look like unless you actually look at them.âÂ
Mingyu was your favorite shopping partner. You found out years ago that he loved to shop even more than you did. He had a great eye for what would look good on you and you were grateful for that because you seemed to lack that ability.Â
âThey are so expensive, Gyu.âÂ
Nodding, Mingyu glances at the tag of the shirt held against his chest before sighing and draping it over his arm. You glance up at the man as he moves beside you, being a lot more thorough with the dresses than you had been.Â
âItâs my treat. We need to find you something pretty to wear for tonight. You are going out with Jeonghan, right?âÂ
You feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you stumble over your feet, trying to take a step away from your best friend. Lifting his brow, Mingyu just smirked, taking one of the dresses from the rackâa long sleeved, soft mint green dress with a deep V neckline.Â
âIâMingyuâŚfirst of all, no. I canât let you buy it. Secondly, noâŚÂ Itâs dinner with Jeonghan and Dokyeom.âÂ
Shaking his head, Mingyu moves closer, holding the dress up to you and reaching out with one hand to hold the long sleeve to your arm. Pursing his lips, Mingyu glances over his shoulder at the shop attendant, furrowing his brows, trying to remember anything he had practiced in French.Â
âUm⌠Excusez-moi. Salle des vĂŞtements ?âÂ
Smiling, you furrow your brows at Mingyuâs attempt to ask for a fitting room as the girl just smiles at him and lifts her brows, speaking in English as she gestures towards the back of the store.Â
âThere are fitting rooms this way.âÂ
Laying the dress over his arm along with his shirt, Mingyu shrugs before looking back at you as you laugh under your breath.Â
âWhat? What did I say?âÂ
âYou asked for the clothes room. I mean, not too far off.âÂ
Sighing, Mingyu walks beside you before offering the pretty store attendant a dazzling smile before she leaves the two of you alone to try on your outfits.Â
âWell, itâs not like thatâs the first time Iâve looked like an idiot in front of a woman. I donât know how to say "fittingâ in French.â Offering you the dress, Mingyu lifts his brows as you start to whine, looking at the price tag. âTry it on, Y/N.âÂ
You slide your fingers over the silk, taking the dress from Mingyu, before going behind the curtain. The dress was beautiful. It was not what you would have picked for yourself just because you werenât sure it was something you could pull off. The V of the neck was deep and would show off your collarbones. It would take at least ten minutes to button all of the buttons that led from your waist to your chest but by the time you were finished, you were even speechless as you stared at the mirror.Â
Adjusting the white button up over his chest, Mingyu turns to the side and nods at his appearance in the mirror before looking at the curtain you had disappeared behind. He knew you were going to look good but he also knew that your self esteem was going to get the better of you without a little push.Â
âY/NâŚcome on, get your ass outâohâŚâÂ
Words fall silent on Mingyuâs lips when you open the curtain, your leg peeking from the large slit that rests at the top of your thigh as you move into the center of the fitting room area towards the larger mirror where he stood. You were his best friend and more like a sister but he was also a guy at the end of the day and he had eyes. You were stunning.Â
âIs it awful? I told you that nothing in this place would look right on me.âÂ
Shaking his head, Mingyu steps behind you, taking your shoulders to put you in front of the large mirror where lights would shine down on you, allowing you to see better how well the dress truly fits you. It hugged in all the right places and flowed in others.Â
âYou are fucking beautiful. Yoon Jeonghan is going to lose his damn mind.âÂ
Jeonghan couldnât stop staring at you. He knew that the restaurant that the three of you had chosen to go to was nice but when he had met you in the lobby of the hotel with Dokyeom and you had been in that dress... Jeonghan had almost lost his mind.Â
You smile as Dokyeom walks beside you, his cheerful voice causing your face to light up like a star in the sky, while Jeonghan struggles to think straight. How could anyone be around you without wanting you? Jeonghan wasnât sure how Dokyeom could act normal around you when you looked like you had stepped out of Jeonghanâs dreams.Â
Jeonghan was in love. He had known it for a while now but looking at you now, in that dress, under the Parisian street lamps... He couldnât tell himself it was just lust anymore.Â
Glancing up at the sign for the restaurant, you can feel Jeonghanâs eyes on you. They hadnât left you for the entire walk from the hotel to the restaurant. You felt like you were going to float away under his gaze but the only thing keeping you tethered to the ground was Dokyeom.Â
âThe reservations are under your name, Y/N.âÂ
Jeonghanâs voice brings your attention to him fully and you feel your cheeks heat up as if you were standing in front of an open flame. He looked incredible. You were all dressed up. The restaurant wasnât incredibly fancy but it was considered fine dining so you all wanted to look the part. Jeonghan had chosen dark jeans, a dark button up with a jacket, and brown boots. Everything fits him perfectly and makes your mouth feel dry.Â
âRightâŚIâll check in. Be right back.âÂ
Two sets of eyes watch you but one lingers longer before Jeonghan finally pulls his eyes from the door to focus on Dokyeom with a long sigh.Â
âY/N looks fantastic tonight, donât you think?âÂ
That was one way to put it. Jeonghan just scoffs into a laugh, lifting his hand to run it over his lips before nodding and narrowing his eyes, thinking about how to answer that question and what he even wanted to say. He knew what he wanted but he knew it would upset you if you found out. Fuck it.Â
âShe looks beautiful.â Moving in closer to Dokyeom, Jeonghan watches the man lean his head back a bit, almost out of concern. His eyes widen as if the shorter man was going to hit him before Jeonghan smooths Dokyeomâs jacket and smiles. âIf you make up a reason to leave now, I'll give you 50 bucks or literally anything you want.âÂ
Laughing, Dokyeom tilts his head, thinking it has to be a joke, until he meets Jeonghanâs eyes and sees the serious look of desperation in them. He knew that his friend liked you but maybe it was reaching that point where he was willing to admit it to himself and you.
Swallowing hard, Dokyeom glances towards the door to see you smiling at the hostess, your eyes glancing towards him as you give him an apologetic look and say something else to the woman. There was no way he wasnât going to get a guilt trip from you for leaving but if he didn't, Jeonghan might actually hit him.Â
âIâfuck man. Y/N is gonna be pissed at me. Sheâs the one who wanted us to all get dinner together, but...âÂ
One more look into Jeonghanâs eyes and Dokyeom felt his excuse crumble. He could see how important this was to Jeonghan and now it felt important to him too.Â
âYeahâŚalright. Iâll come upââÂ
âOkay! So she said, like ten more minutes.âÂ
Stepping back from Jeonghan, Dokyeom clears his throat before smiling just a bit too big at you. You knew something was different but you just couldnât put your finger on it. Jeonghan was pretty good at lying to you or at least at pulling something over on you but Dokyeom wasnât.Â
âI am so sorry but I have to get back to the hotel. Rain check on dinner.âÂ
Watching your face fall, Dokyeom feels his stomach tighten as you take a step towards him and he takes a step back, knowing that if you press him too much for answers, he will crumble.Â
âWhat? You were so excited. Why?âÂ
Lifting his hands, Dokyeom gestures back towards the hotel and itâs as if you can see the gears moving in his head as he thinks of an excuse on his feet.Â
âUhâŚMinâMingyu. Yep, Mingyu texted me. He wants my help with something. So I gotta go, right now. Like right now. Bye!âÂ
Starting to speak, you end up closing your mouth as Dokyeom lets out a squeal, quickly moving away from you into the flow of people heading away from the restaurant. Narrowing your eyes, you look back to Jeonghan, who rubs his lips together before smiling sweetly at you and lifting his hand, offering it to you.Â
âLooks like itâs just us, baby.âÂ
Pushing your tongue into your cheek, you roll your eyes at Jeonghan before turning from his hand, realizing he must have had something to do with Dokyeomâs quick departure. You sigh as you feel his arms wrap around your waist from behind, Jeonghanâs chin resting on your shoulder as he smiles next to your ear before pouting.Â
âWhat? Are you mad at me? I didnât leave.âÂ
Leaning your head away from his lips, you hear Jeonghan let out a long sigh as you all but reject him again. Fingers tighten around your waist, pulling you back against him, and Jeonghanâs brows furrow deeply.Â
âY/NâŚseriously?â A quick glance from you has Jeonghan leaning his head back with a groan before he nods, giving in. âYes, I asked him to leave. Is that what you wanted to hear?âÂ
Your features soften at Jeonghanâs confession. You had figured that he had asked Dokyeom to leave but you hadnât really expected him to tell you. You had expected to argue with him to the point that he would lie about it and then tell you the truth around the time for dessert. What was different about tonight?Â
âIâwhat? YesâŚI didnât want you to lie to me.âÂ
Jeonghanâs hands slide from your waist as he begrudgingly lets you stand on your own, as if coming to the realization that you donât want to be held or to hold his hand. You watch as his eyes widen, a small smile pulling at his lips when you slide your hand along his.Â
âMademoiselle?âÂ
Glancing up at the woman you had spoken to earlier, you let out a soft breath, giving her a smile and a nod before leading Jeonghan along with you. He listens as you explain that your party has become two and she drops off a menu at the front before leading you and Jeonghan to a table near a window.Â
Watching you from across the table, Jeonghan takes a deep breath as you look down at your menu, his eyes moving as he tilts his head to see your legs crossed just off to the side of the table. He knew that he should be more civilized, perhaps more respectful but the way the dress was hugging your thighs and the way the slit of the dress was sitting so high on your leg was making his mouth water.Â
Licking your lips, you start to ask Jeonghan what he is thinking about ordering when you lift your eyes to find his eyes moving along your legs and up your body. The heat rises once again in your neck and up your face at the amount of attention he was giving you. You had known he had been looking at you but you hadnât expected him to do it so obviously now.Â
Meeting your eyes and finding you watching him, Jeonghan grins, having been caught by you. He knew he should be embarrassed but instead, he just lets out a breath and shakes his head.Â
âYou are so fucking pretty. Iâm sorryâŚÂ I canât stop staring at you. That was why I asked Dokyeom to bail on dinner. I wanted you all to myself. Iâm selfish.âÂ
Shifting in your seat, you reach for the water in front of you, taking a sip at Jeonghanâs words. You hadnât expected him to speak so candidly about his reasoning for why Dokyeom had left or why he was looking at you the way he was. You watch his smile soften and his gaze drop to his menu, allowing you a moment of clarity to take your own breath as you get a break from his attention.Â
âYou are selfish.â Your voice is quiet and meek but Jeonghan smiles, letting out an amused breath before looking up at you once again as you continue. âYou could have just asked me to dinner on your own.âÂ
Jeonghan swallows hard at your words, his confident facade breaking slightly as he looks down at his menu. Clearing his throat, Jeonghan tries to think of the right words before he finally manages to meet your eyes again.Â
âIs it shitty of me that Iâm afraid youâll turn me down? So this way, we were all going out. You had more of a reason to be here.âÂ
Your heart shouldnât be aching the way it was hearing another confession from Jeonghan but it was breaking your heart. You didnât know how to feel. You werenât sure what he even wanted you to say. The rules had been clear. You were just friends. Has that changed?Â
âJeonghanâŚâÂ
The whine in your voice sounds similar to a rejection and Jeonghan canât stand the idea of that so he just smiles and holds up his hands, happy to see the waiter standing beside you. He didnât want to hear how he wasnât good enough. He wasnât Kim Mingyu or Choi Seungcheol. He already knew, but that didnât make him want you any less. Maybe he could still prove it to you.Â
Jeonghan was thankful for the wine running through yours and his system as you laughed, leaning against his body. He knew you werenât so drunk that you werenât thinking clearly but you were feeling free enough that any of the earlier tension seemed to have melted away.Â
âIt was so good. Those coffee truffles⌠Jeonghan, oh my god. Babe, will you go back and get me more?âÂ
Hearing you call him babe was like injecting his veins with serotonin. Jeonghan nods before leaning to press a kiss to your jaw as you laugh sweetly. He would give you the world if you asked for it and laughed so beautifully for him like that.Â
âMm, I donât wanna go to bed.âÂ
You pout into your words, looking up at the hotel, as you dig into your purse for your key and Jeonghan holds on to your waist with a grin. You were adorable all of the time but when you were even a little tipsy, you dialed up the cute factor by a hundred, making him melt at the sight of you. Sliding the key from your fingers, Jeonghan listens to your laughter as he taps it against the reader and pulls open the door as you thank him.  Â
âThen we wonât go to our rooms yet. I know a place. I found it earlier.âÂ
Jeonghan piqued your curiosity, causing you to tilt your head with a small, curious sound. Laughing, the man lets you lean on him as he walks to the elevator, still using your key to open it, before pressing the button for the top floor.Â
âWhere are we going?âÂ
You lean between Jeonghanâs legs as he rests against the elevator wall, the quiet beeps of each floor being passed acting as background music. Smiling, Jeonghan slides his hands along the soft silk of your dress to rest them on your hips, leaning his head back against the wall with a small chuckle at your question.Â
âUp.âÂ
One final ding and the doors open to a long, quiet hallway. You lean back on your heels to look, making Jeonghan hold your wrists to keep you steady. The coast looked pretty clear; only a housekeeping cart and a few room service trays left outside the doors let you know to keep your voices down.Â
Lifting his finger to his lips, Jeonghan smiles behind his finger as you lower your head to suppress a laugh sticking by his side. The two of you sneak down the hallway, only stopping at the housekeeping cart long enough for Jeonghan to grab a blanket slipping it under his arm.Â
âWhere are we going?âÂ
The question once again slips from your lips as you glance back to make sure no one was following you and Jeonghan as he turns to the left to what seems like a dead end, a door leading to an emergency exit to the roof. Raising his brows, Jeonghan pushes the door with his shoulder and you wince, ready to hear an alarm but when nothing happens except the door opening, your eyes soften and your mouth falls open in surprise.Â
âShhh, our little secret.âÂ
Keeping your hand tightly in his, Jeonghan climbs the steps before pushing open a second door, causing you to gasp at the sight. From the roof of the hotel, you can see for miles on a clear night. The lights of the city twinkling and burning like stars and in the distance, even the Eiffel Tower greets you like something out of a movie as you let go of Jeonghanâs hand moving towards the wall lining the entire roof.Â
Jeonghan just watches you in awe as the wind lightly moves the dress around your legs as you rest your hands on the wall, looking out into the city. Sure, the city was beautiful but it had nothing on you. He had been to more places than most in the group but none of them compared to this... to you now.Â
âOh my god... Jeonghan, this is so pretty. Iâm so glad you found this.âÂ
Hands slide around your waist as Jeonghan moves to stand behind you with a smile on his lips. He had wanted to wait a bit longer and just watch you but the urge to touch you was just too great. Leaning back against him, you laugh under your breath, sliding your hands over his, taking in a deep breath of the night air. This was perfect. If you could write out how you wish your life could be lived every day and every night, it would be like this. You would be in Jeonghanâs arms, looking out over a beautiful city. But that was a pipe dream.Â
Nudging his nose against your neck, Jeonghan furrows his brows, feeling your shoulders drop. He could sense your mood changing but he wasnât sure why. All he knew was that he could and wouldnât let something so perfect go to waste.Â
âCan we pretend?âÂ
Jeonghanâs words, spoken against your neck, are almost so quiet that you have to strain to hear them but you close your eyes and furrow your brows in question.Â
âWhat?âÂ
Pressing his hands tighter against your stomach, Jeonghan practically whines out his words, causing your heart to tighten and practically shatter.Â
âThat we are more than this. Just tonight? Thatâs all Iâm asking for. I know Iâm not fucking worth it⌠but just pretend for me? OneâŚfucking night?âÂ
If he had any idea what he was asking you to do, it didnât seem to show. You were already suffering with the arrangement that you had and now he wanted more without actually having more. It was almost unbearable and yet all you can do is whimper out a âyesâ and a âplease, Jeonghan,â like the pathetic woman you are. You say it because you are irrevocably in love with Jeonghan and you canât admit it openly to yourself, much less to him.Â
Turning in his arms, you reach up to cup Jeonghanâs cheek as you feel his fingernails scratch along the silk of your dress at your waist. Dark brown eyes search yours for a short moment until soft lips finally connect with yours, taking your breath away.Â
Jeonghan was always a good kisser but there was something about this kiss that felt different. This kiss felt desperate, as if he was trying to make a point or to ingrain it into your memory forever, just in case there wasnât a second chance.Â
You whine out a soft moan, stepping back from the side of the roof as Jeonghan catches your bottom lip between his. He feels your free hand tug at the front of his jacket as if you are trying to keep him in place but just a few more steps back, he finally stops before pulling away to pick up the blanket he had put to the side.Â
You watch as Jeonghan lays out the blanket, kneeling down, before offering you his hand to help you do the same. Now it made sense; of course he had a plan. He always did. He was the type of person to think three steps ahead of everyone and usually five steps ahead of you. Carefully moving down to the blanket, you let Jeonghan pull you into his lap, his free hand tracing the line of your thigh and tugging your dress up your legs so as not to cause your dress to rip on the way down.Â
âYou look so fucking pretty tonight, baby. This dressâŚfuck⌠I love it but Iâshit, I gotta see you. Wanna see you under the stars. Wanna fuck you under them.âÂ
It was cliche and yet Jeonghanâs words had your cheeks on fire. The words had your breath quickening as you straddled his lap, feeling his fingers trying to figure out how to impatiently undo the dozens of buttons as he whined in annoyance.Â
âGoddammit⌠There are too many.âÂ
Shaking your head, you watch as Jeonghan glances up at you, mischief in his eyes as he grabs either side of your dress at the front, trying to tug at it to make the buttons come loose. Reaching up to grab his hands, you whine, making him sigh at you, his tongue running across his lips as you pout at him, trying to make him see reason.Â
âI didnât buy it... It was a gift from Mingyu.âÂ
Pressing his tongue into his cheek, Jeonghan lifts his brows, learning where your dress came from. He knew deep down that there was nothing between you and Mingyu but that didnât stop him from seeing red in that moment and it didnât stop him from making a split second decision. The sound of expensive buttons being flung across the roof makes you gasp as you lean back, looking down at your ruined dress as Jeonghan groans, leaning to kiss over the lace covering your breasts.Â
âJeonghanâŚWhat the fuck?âÂ
âIâll buy you another one. Iâll buy you a hundred more. Just donât say his name again, not tonight.â
Muttering against your chest, Jeonghan shakes his head, sliding his fingers along your shoulders to push the dress down your arms before he looks up to meet your eyes. You see no sense of regret or remorse in his eyes, just lust and something else that you arenât sure if you can name or that you want to.Â
Leaning your head back, you close your eyes, feeling Jeonghanâs lips move up the length of your neck towards your jaw. Chillbumps erupt along your skin as his fingers guide your dress down your arms, letting the material pool at your waist when you slip your hands from the sleeves.Â
âThen donât leave me like this alone.âÂ
You whine out the words so sweetly that Jeonghan smiles on your skin, a small chuckle escaping his lips before he sits back, shrugging off his jacket, letting you help him undo the buttons of his shirt. Your nails lightly scratch his chest as your eyes take in his handsome face. You had looked at him hundreds of times this closely before but this time felt different and on some levels, you knew this time would hurt your heart more in the morning.Â
Tossing his shirt to the side, Jeonghan reaches up to cup your cheek, leaning to brush his lips against yours with a soft sigh at the feeling of your kiss. You were giving into a feeling this time and he could tell. Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan uses his free hand to work open the clasp of your bra, feeling it give way as you arch your chest towards him, your hands holding tightly to his biceps as if grounding you to the roof and to him.Â
Cold air nips at your breasts when Jeonghan slides the lace from your body before warm breath walks across the same path. You feel his hands holding the arch of your back as your fingers push through his hair, a moan slipping from your lips at the feeling of his lips against your skin.
âPlease, JeonghanâŚâÂ
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan pauses, leaving his lips pressed against the soft skin of your breast, when you breathe out his name, begging for more. In what seems like just a span of a heartbeat, you find yourself on your back on the blanket, Jeonghan hovering over you, his longer dark hair framing his face as his eyes move over your face.Â
Lifting your hips, you find yourself shying away from Jeonghanâs attention as he slips the dress down your legs, a shaky breath escaping from between his lips at the sight of you bare in front of him. He knew it had just been a day since he had laid between your legs but every time felt like a privilege, especially this time.Â
âHoly shit, babyâŚâÂ
Trying to turn your head, Jeonghanâs long, slender fingers stop you. In Jeonghan's opinion, there was no reason for you to look away or for you to be embarrassed by anything. You were perfect.Â
Another soft, âplease...â reaches Jeonghanâs ears as his thumb brushes under your bottom lip, causing his brows to knit together just slightly. He had heard you beg before; he had even made you beg but he didnât want to make you beg or want anything this time. Tonight, he wanted to give you anything and everything you wanted. Tonight he wanted to prove something to you, even if it was just pretend.Â
Watching Jeonghan nod and move back to his knee, your eyes fall to his hands as he lets out a deep breath, working his belt open with shaky fingers. Sitting up, you listen to how Jeonghanâs breath changes when your hands take the place of his, your fingers steadily undoing his belt and his jeans, before you meet his eyes through lowered lashes.Â
Jeonghan canât help but smile, a laugh escaping from his lips on an exhale in reaction to even the smallest action from you. There was no denying that he was turned on but there was more to it that even he couldnât explain in a single night. Shaking his head, Jeonghan moves to his feet, his eyes still on yours, as you watch from the blanket as he sheds the last of his clothes before moving back to his knees and back into your touch.Â
Leaning his forehead against yours, Jeonghan groans, feeling the warmth of your body against his as he lays between your legs. Sliding your leg along his thigh, you rest your knee at his hip and run your fingers along his arm, enjoying the feeling of the weight of his body even as you ache for him between your thighs.Â
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan licks his lips when he tries to move, his hand pushing against the blanket and you cling to him, keeping him close to you. Meeting your eyes, he finds a desperate look in your eyes that he knows he isnât going to be able to resist even before you speak.Â
âJustâŚplease? Fuck me, Jeonghan, please.âÂ
He hadnât prepped you and he hadnât touched you since yesterday but he could feel how aroused you were as his cock rested between your legs. Groaning, Jeonghan starts to shake his head in a feeble attempt to argue with you and reason with you but when you lift your hips and rub your pussy against him, every thought in his mind is lost. Instead, Jeonghan whispers your name on your lips as you kiss him and beg him again with your hand cupping his jaw.Â
Nodding, Jeonghan reaches between the two of you, lining himself up with you and listening to your breath hitch as he pushes into your tight walls slowly until he bottoms out, his hips resting fully against yours. With one hand resting beside your head, Jeonghan grips your hip with the other hand, resting his forehead against yours as he stays still for a moment to catch his breath as you clench around him.Â
The stretch is familiar and yet without the prep, though you had begged him to skip it, you find yourself needing the moment to adjust. Jeonghan wasnât too big but instead, it was as if his body was made for yours and he filled you perfectly. Once the initial pain of the stretch faded, only the feeling of euphoria and the need for him to move remained.Â
Lightly scratching your nails against the side of his neck, you swallow hard to catch your breath before nodding and lifting your hips as if trying to urge him without words. Jeonghan groans into a soft chuckle of your name that sounds like a plea for mercy before you swallow the sound with a kiss as your lips find his.Â
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan rocks his hips towards yours, filling you once again deeply, causing you to moan into the kiss. Each thrust sends the knot in your stomach to tighten, pushing you towards the edge and your orgasm. The way that Jeonghan seems to know your body and how he finds just the right angle wordlessly, moaning his name as tears gather on the rims of your eyes, makes your head spin.Â
âBabyâŚâÂ
The pet name whispered against your cheek so softly that the tears that had collected in your eyes fell on a soft sob as you wrapped your arm around Jeonghanâs neck. You pull him closer to you not wanting him to see you cry from something other than pleasure. Closing his eyes tightly as his lips rest against the crook of your neck, Jeonghan hisses out something intelligible that he is afraid you might hear or he might regret as he feels you tightening around him, your orgasm ripping through you. There were three small words that he had tried so hard to keep to himself that could mean nothing or everything.Â
With a few more uneven thrusts, Jeonghan follows you over that edge, quickly pulling out of you to cum on to your stomach with a labored, breathy groan, his eyes searching for yours as you avoid him. He could see the tears that had streamed down your face and across your temples into your hair but he wasnât sure if they were good tears or not.Â
Reaching up to wipe his thumb under your eye, Jeonghan opens his mouth to speak but the words are hard to get out. There was so much he wished he could say to you if he werenât so stupid and scared, so instead he shifted to his other hand and wiped the tears from your other eye before using his shirt to clean your stomach silently.Â
After a few moments, silence was deafening, and you felt like you were going to scream if one of you didnât speak. It had never been this quiet after you and Jeonghan had fucked but then again, it had never felt like that before. Swallowing hard, you look up as Jeonghan finishes buttoning his shirt, your dress mostly covering your body.Â
âJeongââÂ
âY/NâŚâÂ
Both of you stop speaking. Having spoken over one another, a smile lifts at both of your lips and Jeonghan shakes his head, leaning down to pick up his jacket before he moves to put it on you. Moving around you, he meets your eyes as he zips up the jacket before leaning to press a kiss to your lips and you feel your heart beat hard and fast like itâs going to burst or break. You arenât sure which will happen first.Â
âLetâs get you to bed. Itâs late and Iâm sure Mingyu will call the cops if he wakes up and finds you missing from your bed.âÂ
Nodding, you feel Jeonghanâs fingers slide against your hand before his fingers lace with yours and he leads you back towards the door and back to reality, where the two of you could stop playing pretend. You feel the tears once again prickling at your eyes. Sniffling, you will the tears back, at least until you are safe in bed and away from Jeonghanâs watchful eye.Â
Jihoon lifts his brows as you swirl the wine glass in front of you thoughtfully before taking a sip. You glance towards where Soonyoung is talking to a pretty lady showing him another bottle of wine before you once again frown into your glass. It wasnât like you to be so quiet or to look so down.Â
You and Jihoon werenât as close as some of the others in the group. In truth, you and Soonyoung were closer but over the years, everyone had grown up. Personalities had changed and around a year ago, you had found yourself picking up the phone to text or call Jihoon more often for advice or just to talk.Â
âWanna join us for this wine tour, Y/N? You scheduled it.âÂ
Looking up from your glass, you meet Jihoonâs eyes with a look of surprise and guilt. You knew you had been more distracted and distant all day but hearing it from Jihoonâs mouth snapped you back to reality.Â
âIâm sorry, Jihoon... just a lot on my mind.âÂ
Nodding, Jihoon takes a sip of his wine, glancing towards Soonyoung, who seems oblivious to not only the conversation but any of the tension as he accepts a different glass of wine.Â
âI can tell. Maybe you need to just tell Jeonghan how you feel about him.âÂ
With your own glass sitting against your lips, at Jihoonâs words, you choke on your wine, watching the man smile and take another sip as if he had just told you about the weather. The sound of your coughing is finally what draws Soonyoung back to you, concern on his face as he pats your back, leaning to look at you closely.Â
âYou okay? Donât drink it so fast.âÂ
âSheâs fine, Soonyoung.âÂ
Nodding, you try to agree with Jihoon but Soonyoung takes the glass from your hand, leading you towards one of the empty tables, making Jihoon follow with a sigh.Â
âIâm okay, I promise.âÂ
Gesturing his hand out towards you as if to say, I told you so, Jihoon takes the seat across from you as Soonyoung sits beside you, his brows finally relaxing.Â
âOkay⌠you wanna keep going?âÂ
Jihoon watches you closely as you consider the question, your eyes falling to your phone in your hand. When you take longer than he feels necessary to answer, he purses his lips, leaning forward to rest his chin on his fist and looking towards Soonyoung, meeting his eyes. The two share a quick, silent conversation.Â
âIâI mean, yeah, course ââ
âI think Jeonghan canceled his plans on Shua today too.âÂ
Blinking a few times at Soonyoungâs words, you take a breath before leaning forward to rest your head in your hands. The warmth of Soonyoungâs hand running along your back is as soothing as it is humiliating as his words echo in your head.Â
âY/N⌠Itâs not a big deal.âÂ
Scoffing, you sit up, sniffing back any emotion that has come to the surface, before you look at either of your friends with a shrug. You had been careful. Clearly, Jeonghan had been the one to fuck up but maybe you could still keep this a secret on your part.Â
âWhat? Why would I care what heâs doing today?âÂ
Smirking, Jihoon lets out a breath that sounds more like a chuckle as he leans back in his chair, causing you to look in his direction. Meeting your eyes, the man lifts his hands in disbelief at your attempt to lie.Â
âReally? Thatâs how you are going to try to play this?âÂ
The look on Jihoonâs face made you want to smack him but you tried to keep a look of indifference on yours. Sighing, Soonyoung just shakes his head, resting his arm on your chair behind your back, tilting his head towards you.Â
âYou are dating him, arenât you? I meanâŚkinda what it seems like. Heâs all over you and if anyone even looks at you for too long, we get a death stare from him. Even MingyuâŚâ Smiling, Soonyoung lifts his hand from the chair to brush under his nose, amused as he speaks. âEspecially Mingyu.âÂ
Sighing as you lift, you reach for your wine, taking a sip of it and lifting your shoulders in mild defeat. Soonyoung wasnât telling you anything you didnât know. After last night and the state of your dress lying in your suitcase, hiding from Mingyu, you knew that Jeonghan had the wrong impression of your relationship with himâor he just didnât want to understand it.Â
âItâs not my fault he canât control his face. At least this isnât my fault.âÂ
Sharing another look with Soonyoung, Jihoon smiles at you before finally laughing as he looks down at his fingers around the stem of his wine glass.Â
âUh, Y/N, you both fucked up if your goal was to keep your...â Furrowing his brows, Jihoon meets your eyes, looking for a bit of clarification, getting none before he continues. âRelationship, a secret.âÂ
Now it was you who needed the clarification. You couldnât think of a single time that you had been careless enough to make your relationship with Jeonghan as obvious as Jihoon was making it seem. Lifting your brows, you whine Jihoonâs name, making the man lower his head and nod before he continues with his explanation.Â
âAbout a month ago, you called me around like, fuck, two in the morning. You were wasted and Iâm pretty sure you were hanging out at Cheolâs.â Sighing, Jihoon looks at Soonyoung as if looking for moral support as he continues. âYou said something about wanting me to keep a secret about Jeonghan. No matter what I said, I couldnât stop you, so you told me you were sleeping with him.âÂ
There wasnât enough wine or water in all of Paris to help the way that your mouth went dry at Jihoonâs words. You knew that you got drunk with Seungcheol on occasion and you also knew that there were a few times you couldn't remember the night before. You also knew there were nights you would see phone calls or texts to friends, mostly Jeonghan, that you couldnât remember the next day, but never in your wildest dreams did you imagine you would do something like what Jihoon was recounting for you.Â
Wincing in embarrassment for you, Soonyoung watches you stare at your wine glass for a full minute before you slide your purse on to your shoulder and clear your throat.Â
âUh⌠Iâm so fucking sorry, Jihoon. Iâm sorry to both of you. For today and for that night. FuckâŚfor any night that I have done anything stupid like that.âÂ
When you start to stand up to leave, Soonyoung reaches out to take your hand with a frown on his face. You close your eyes, feeling his thumb press against your palm as he grounds you to the moment, his voice soothing you like his hand had rubbed your back moments before.Â
âNo one is mad at you or upset. Honestly, not many others really know. Some of them assume something is up but personally, I just want you both to be happy. You clearly like each other.âÂ
Closing your eyes, you swallow hard feeling tears that threaten to fall as they collect behind your lashes. It wasnât that simple, but neither of your friends knew that. Shaking your head, you carefully pull your hand from Soonyoungâs.Â
âIâm just a phase, Soonie. IâI gotta go. Have a good day. SorryâŚâÂ
Barely meeting Jihoonâs eyes, you see him start to speak as you reach up to wipe away a tear as quickly as it falls before you slip past a group of people moving into the winery.Â
âFuck.âÂ
Nodding along with Soonyoungâs one word response to your exit, Jihoon sighs as you walk out of the door. He felt like he could have handled the situation better but he hoped you needed the push.Â
Watching Jeonghan from his bed, Joshua lifts his brow as Jeonghan sighs for the umpteenth time. They had plans to go on a walking tour, to see the Eiffel Tower, the Seine River, and maybe even get some food before the end of the day, but now Joshua was feeling like those plans were changing.Â
Lifting his hand to rub at his eyes, Jeonghan tries to push you from his mind and the tears he had seen on your cheeks as he had walked back to your room with you. He tried to forget the sad smile you had given him as you said goodnight and handed him back his jacketâthe jacket he was thinking about putting on for the day. Now the jacket was lying on his bed, and he had stared at it, sighed at it, and walked away from it multiple times as his best friend watched thoughtfully.Â
âDid the jacket offend your family?âÂ
Laughing into a breath, Jeonghan slides his hand down his face and over his lips as he shakes his head. He knew Joshua was trying to lighten the mood and make him laugh but he had no idea what was really going on. As far as Jeonghan knew, no one knew about his arrangement with youâwell, besides Dokyeom but he was clearly just observant.Â
âNahâŚjust not sure I wanna wear it.âÂ
Sighing, Joshua purses his lips as Jeonghan picks up the jacket and brings it to his nose, taking in a breath before shaking his head. Either he hadnât washed the jacket in a long time or something else had happened with it that he wasnât telling Joshua about, which only meant one thing.Â
âSo, did you wanna tell me what's going on? This have anything to do with the texts Iâm getting from Jihoon about how fucking depressed Y/N seems today?âÂ
Furrowing his brows, Jeonghan looks down at the jacket in his hands. It smelled like you, not just your perfume but just you and he knew if he wore it today he would be even more lost in his head. Joshuaâs words pull him back from his thoughts but only make him put up an instant facade as Jeonghan smiles and shakes his head.Â
âHuh? What do you mean? Is she, uh, she okay? Should I text her?â The facade starts to crack the moment he tries to talk about you; no matter how good of a liar Jeonghan could be when it came to you, it was becoming harder to pretend. Licking his lips, Jeonghan looks down and manages to continue what he was saying. âIâm not sure what I could say to help her, but I could check on her if you think I should.âÂ
Laying his jacket across a chair, Jeonghan shakes his head at his own weakness, knowing he must look like an idiot. As Joshua just sighs and sits up on the bed. He knew that look even without actually seeing it. He had been best friends with Joshua Hong for nearly a decade; they were closer to brothers than friends at this point and if there was anyone that it was difficult to lie to, it was him.Â
âStop. Iâve pretended not to notice because you two obviously wanted to keep it a secret but I know you better than almost anyone.â Tilting his head, Joshua watches Jeonghan scoff as he listens to him speak. âI thought you would just tell me when you were ready but something happened, so just fucking talk to me, man. I hate seeing you miserable. I donât like seeing Y/N upset either.âÂ
Reaching up to once again pinch the bridge of his nose like he is getting a headache, Jeonghan moves back to his bed, sitting down on it with a loud sigh. The sigh was one of defeat mixed with relief as he finally met Joshuaâs eyes and nodded.Â
âI fucked up. I could have fucked anyone else and it wouldnât have mattered but itâs been her.âÂ
Joshuaâs shoulders lift as he takes in a deep breath, getting confirmation of what he had assumed to be true. He knew things had been different for months but he also knew that even if Jeonghan hadnât wanted to admit it to you or to most of the others, he had had a crush on you for years.Â
âOkay⌠So, like last night or?âÂ
The question hangs in the air until Jeonghan tilts his head and winces out of embarrassment and anxiety. Joshua had known the answer to his own questions but that hadnât stopped him from hoping this wasnât as messy as it seemed. With the look on Jeonghanâs face, he knew it was a potential tangled web that could lead to the end of friendships.Â
âShitâI..okay, I mean, I figured, but...âÂ
Scoffing in disbelief, Jeonghan leans over his knees, putting his head in his hands. Had he been that obvious. He knew he had gotten a little jealous lately and maybe a bit more careless when it came to how he was acting towards Mingyu, but otherwise he felt like he wasnât that transparent.Â
âI assume you arenât dating.âÂ
Shaking his head, still unable to meet Joshuaâs eyes out of fear of what he will find in them, Jeonghan runs his fingers through his hair and closes his eyes.Â
âBut you are, and correct me if Iâm wrong here. You are in love with her.âÂ
Fingers dig into his scalp hard as Joshua says the words out loud so flippantly. Narrowing his eyes, Joshua leans forward to watch Jeonghan as he processes what he had said before he sits up and slaps his hands down over his thighs with an unamused laugh.Â
âBecause Iâm an idiot.â Rolling his eyes, Jeonghan still avoids Joshuaâs as his voice wavers even slightly. âYou know we came up with rules? I came up with most of them when we decided to do this.â Pushing his thumbs into the meat of his thighs, Jeonghan lets out an unamused laugh as he seems to bask in his stupidity and the levity of the situation. âAll because I wanted her to agree to sleeping with me because I thought that was the only way Iâd get her to be with me.âÂ
While Joshua could see how, where, and why the arrangement came to be, it still made him sad as he watched his best friend breakdown. He had never been in a similar situation and he didnât think of you in the same way, but he did see how Jeonghan looked at you.Â
âWhy would that be the only way? Why didnât you just ask her out?â Scoffing, Joshua gestures towards his friend as if trying to get him to see reason as he speaks, his voice kind but firm. âWhy donât you ask her out now?âÂ
Now Joshua was being ridiculous. He knew his best friend was intelligentâperhaps one of his smartest friendsâbut that idea sounded akin to driving his car into the ocean. Jeonghan wasnât sure what he would do if he knew for sure that you didnât care about him in the same way.Â
âAnd risk losing one of my best friends? Are you fucking insane? She doesnât like me like that, Shua.âÂ
Standing up, Jeonghan starts to pace. The weight of Joshuaâs eyes is heavy but somehow it is still a comfort, even when he knows that he is frustrated with him. Narrowing his eyes, Joshua looks away from Jeonghan after a moment to look at his phone, seeing a text message from his group chat with Jihoon and Soonyoung. Lifting the phone from the bed, he scoffs under his breath, glancing towards the man in front of him as Jeonghan gnaws at his thumbnail, lost in thought.Â
"Clearly, she does. Jihoon said sheâs not going to make it through the wine tour with them.â Glancing back down at his phone, Joshua texts back as he speaks quietly, knowing Jeonghan is still paying attention to him. âAnd I know we arenât going out. You two need to fucking talk.âÂ
Jeonghanâs mouth starts to open, only to close when he meets Joshuaâs eyes as he looks over his phone. He knew it wasnât a suggestion but the idea of it was terrifying.Â
âFigure it out, Jeonghan. Donât throw away your friendship and the potential of something else over your pride.âÂ
Sliding off the bed to stand up, Joshua pats Jeonghan on the shoulder, making sure to meet his eyes and see some understanding behind them before heading to the door.Â
You hadnât necessarily needed a shower after your failed trip to the winery, but the hot water running over your face and body felt good and it had washed away your tears. The only unfortunate thing was that it only lasted as long as you stayed in the shower and as you sat on your bed, skin still slightly damp under loose clothes, you felt the weight of everything pushing back down on you.Â
It wasnât supposed to be like this. There had been rules to stop any of this pain and yet from the first time that you and Jeonghan had slept together, there had been pain. You had known then that you should have stopped but you didnât want to. You didnât want to stop that time or any other time after it, not even last night, as your heart felt like it was breaking into two. It was only the day after you felt like the most idiotic person on the face of the planet, thinking you could have more with someone who didnât love you back, that you regretted it all.Â
Maybe it was time to end it.Â
Leaning to pick up your cell phone, you stare at Jeonghanâs name for a moment before pressing your thumb down over his name and putting the phone to your ear, listening to it try to connect. Closing your eyes, you take a breath, only to furrow your brows a moment later when you hear his ring tone as if it's just outside of your door.Â
âHey, let me in, please.âÂ
His voice was quiet but you could still hear him from two places, your phone and on the other side of the door. Taking a breath, you look at your phone, hearing the sound of a phone call ending knowing that he is waiting for you to open the door.Â
It was a simple task. Get up, unlock the door, open it, and greet Jeonghan, but as you looked at the door, knowing he was on the other side after everything that had already happened today and after what had happened last night it felt like you were preparing to scale Mount Everest.Â
With one last deep breath, you move to your feet, take the few steps that feel like miles to the door and open it to meet Jeonghanâs eyes. You werenât sure what you had expected to see when you saw him. Perhaps you had expected the usual with himâhis handsome face and cocky smirk on his face but instead you were met with a solemn look and dark circles from a restless night.Â
âI just⌠can we talk?âÂ
Nodding, you step to the side, letting Jeonghan move past you into the room as he pushes his hands into his jean pockets, only to take them out again out of nerves. Jeonghan had always been one of the most confident people you had known but today looking at him, you were seeing a different man.Â
You were seeing the man that you saw late at night when he buried his face against your neck and muttered sweetly about it being the best place on earth. You were seeing the man who made you cry after those moments when he wouldnât call you until three days later, seemingly just disappearing. This was the man who kept you on an emotional rollercoaster.Â
âYeahâŚI think we need to. I have something I wanna talk to you about too.âÂ
Closing his eyes for a few seconds, Jeonghan feels his heart in his throat before he tries to put on a facade, not knowing that itâs cracked, when he turns to look at you, offering you a sad smile.Â
âYeah? YouâŚyouâuh, wanna go first then?âÂ
Maybe after what Joshua had told him, he didnât have to be the first one to say it. The words were so terrifying to him. Those words made him feel like you were going to run away from him and losing you as a friend and a lover was enough to make him feel like his chest was going to explode.Â
Shaking your head, you lift your brows, offering Jeonghan an unamused laugh as you move back towards your bed to sit down, pulling your legs up to criss-cross them under you. Watching him move towards you, Jeonghan pauses to meet your eyes before he sits down apprehensively beside you.Â
âSure⌠Iâve been thinking and I love â â The words get caught in your throat but Jeonghan hears the word love, causing him to sit up, only for his heart to pound in his ears as you keep speaking. âLoved the sex but I donât think I can do it anymore. YouâWe said we could call it off at any time.âÂ
The words make sense to Jeonghan but it is like he is in a tunnel where the wind is too loud for him to actually pick up on the sound of your voice as he stares at you, seeing your lips moving. You were asking to stop. You wanted to end it. That wasnât what he thought you were going to say even if it made sense with the look he had seen in your eyes last night and with what Joshua had said earlier.Â
âJeonghan? YouâI mean⌠It's nothing serious. Thatâs what you said. Youâve made that very clear, several times.âÂ
A smile pulls at Jeonghanâs lips before he laughs but you can tell he isnât happy and nothing is funny. You know Jeonghan well enough to know when he is deflecting and when he is in pain. Shaking his head, Jeonghan looks down at his hands before closing his eyes, muttering to himself something you canât quite make out.Â
âWhat? You were too quiet, I couldnât ââÂ
âI just saidâI said Iâm stupid.âÂ
Neither of you move; the room is silent as you watch with furrowed brows as Jeonghan reaches up to wipe under his eye, keeping his face hidden with his dark hair. You had seen Jeonghan cry before over serious things but something like thisâthe loss of a meaningless relationshipâwasn't something you thought he would be upset over. You, on the other hand, felt like you were breaking as you watched the man you loved be upset, feeling like you couldnât do anything to help him.Â
âDonât say that about yourself. Youâve done nothing ââÂ
Scoffing, Jeonghan glances at you, making you pause when you see the disappointment on his face. Sitting up, he turns towards you, starting to reach for your hand. He stops short, closing his hand into a loose fist and resting it on your knee.Â
âI have done everything wrong, so I know you want to be nice and tell me to be kinder to myself but, Y/N, Iâm so fucking stupid. Is it not painfully obvious that I am in love with you?âÂ
You look at Jeonghan with the same expression as you would a complex piece of literature. It was as if he had just tried to explain your feelings back to you, making you feel exposed to the sun. Shaking your head, you try to come up with the right words, only to let out a soft exhale of Jeonghanâs name, looking away.Â
Finally scooting closer to take your hand in his, Jeonghan feels the hole in the pit of his stomach struggling to fill as he tries to salvage what he feels like he has ruined. Lifting his other hand, Jeonghan timidly dares to run his fingers along your jaw, turning your face towards him so he can meet your eyes once again.Â
âI told you yesterday that I donât deserve this... I donât deserve you and I meant it, but baby, I love you so fucking much.â Swallowing down his emotion, Jeonghan licks his lips as he searches your eyes, trying to gauge your reaction, his hand trembling against your neck. âIâm sorry. Iâm really sorry that I did it like this. I told you, Iâm stupid.âÂ
It wasnât fair; none of this was fair. It wasnât fair that you felt like melting into Jeonghanâs touch or that you wanted to run away from him. It didnât feel real and you had never imagined that Yoon Jeonghan would fall in love with you. You were just his stupid friend that he happened to be attracted to, but now he was telling you that everything you felt, he felt too.Â
âWhat the hell, Jeonghan?âÂ
Your voice causes Jeonghanâs eyes to close; that whine in your voice sounds like the rejection that he was so terrified of. You look over his handsome face, feeling his hand fall from your neck when you make the leap, leaning forward to brush your lips against his.Â
Jeonghan gasps at the feeling, his hand reaching back out, holding the back of your neck and pulling you in closer, your lips firmly against his as he furrows his brows. He knew that if you actually wanted him to let you go, he would. He would give you anything you wanted. He would have given you anything from day one if he hadnât been so afraid.Â
Resting his forehead against yours, Jeonghan listens to your soft breaths, your hands now clinging to the front of his shirt as if to keep him close to you. You hadnât said anything back but right now he wasnât sure he even needed you to; he just needed to know that you wanted him and you didnât want him to leave.Â
Lips brush against your cheek before Jeonghan whispers your name like a question, sitting back to look at you, searching for his answer. A nod and look of desperation in your eyes is enough for him to pull you into his lap and have his lips back on yours as his hands roamed your back under your shirt, feeling your skin under his fingers.Â
Whining his name once again, you run your fingers through Jeonghanâs hair as you arch your chest against his, feeling chill bumps erupt along your skin at his touch. There was nothing that you wanted more than that feeling, the feeling of his hands on your body and his lips on your skin.Â
Whispering âplease,â you meet Jeonghanâs eyes as he groans, feeling you roll your hips over his. This hadnât been his plan but he wasnât going to deny you. He could feel his cock starting to get hard with every gentle grind of your hips over him and you were driving him crazy while making him fall in love with you all over again as he stared up at you.Â
âIâll give you whatever you wantâeverythingâanything; just ask for it.âÂ
Moving to your knees, you rest your hands on Jeonghanâs shoulders, tilting your head to press your lips to his once more before speaking against them as you feel his hands rest under your ass.Â
âMake love to me then, thatâs what I want.âÂ
A breathy moan escapes from between your lips when Jeonghan lays you on your back and hovers over you, brushing his thumb across your cheek while admiring you. He had looked at you before but now he was wondering if he had ever really looked at you. He was noticing little things about the color of your eyes, freckles on your face, and how his heart was beating so hard.Â
âI love you.âÂ
He had told you that he was in love with you but it was different hearing him say it that way and while he was looking at you like this. It felt real. Closing your eyes you feel the familiar tears start to well up in your eyes causing you to fight them as you reach up to hold Jeonghanâs wrist in case he were to change his mind.Â
When tears do finally run from the corners of your eyes along your temples, Jeonghan takes a deep breath leaning to rest his forehead against yours letting you cling to him. He knew now that the tears last night were sad like he had feared. Making a silent promise to himself to make up for it, Jeonghan kisses you gently, his thumb brushing away some of your tears as he speaks against your lips quietly.Â
âI love you, Y/N.âÂ
You nod, nudging your nose against Jeonghanâs as your hands move to find the end of his shirt, working it up his torso. You feel the way his stomach tightens under your fingers when he takes a deep breath before sitting back to let you pull his shirt over his head.
The fabric falls from your fingers onto the bed, your eyes moving from Jeonghanâs face over his chest and down his stomach to where your fingers rest on the top of his jeans. Taking a deep breath, Jeonghan leans his head back to the feeling of your gentle touch and the much needed relief as you work the zipper of his jeans down.Â
âFuckâŚLet me take care of you this time. Please?âÂ
Meeting your eyes, Jeonghan is happy to see the way you bite at your lips, your pretty smile pulling at the corner of your lips as you tilt your head on the bed to look at him almost innocently. Nodding, you lift your hips, letting Jeonghan shimmy your shorts down your legs. Licking his lips, Jeonghan kicks his jeans and boxers away. His eyes stay fixed on you, studying you as if you were a piece of art to be admired.Â
âI love every part of this and if you want me to make love to you, let me do it right.âÂ
Arching your back, you let Jeonghan slide your shirt up and over your head. He was once again really looking at you as he moved back on to the bed and between your legs. You were bare in front of him and everything about you was perfect as he studied your body. He took note of every single mole and even the smallest of scars, stopping to kiss them on the way to lying between your thighs.Â
Warm breath causes you to close your eyes and push your head back against the pillow. The first brush of Jeonghanâs tongue between your folds allows the tip of it to tease your clit, make your toes curl and gasp his name.Â
Getting a taste of you had never been enough for Jeonghan and this time he was going to enjoy it as if it were the last time, just in case it was. He wanted you to remember the way his name felt on your lips. He wanted you to remember how his mouth felt between your legs and how his fingers felt buried deep inside you as he curled them back towards your stomach, making you arch off the bed.Â
You gasp for a breath between moans. Reaching between your legs, you thread your fingers in Jeonghanâs hair as you push your hips towards his mouth, hearing him groan against your folds. He knew you inside and out and yet he had never made you cum so hard and so fast before.Â
âOh my god, Jeonghan, I canâtâah!âÂ
Using his thumb to rub circles against your clit, Jeonghan watches you lift your hips, searching for your second orgasm, as he licks your cum from his lips. When you fall apart for a second time on his fingers, Jeonghan furrows his brows, cursing under his breath at the sight. There were few things on Earth that were that beautiful.Â
Fingers carefully slip from you, making you whine at how empty you suddenly feel but once you glance at Jeonghan resting between your legs, sucking his fingers clean, you moan, lifting your hand to cover your face. He was such a handsome man and he was doing something that seemed so dirty.Â
Smiling, Jeonghan tilts his head while watching you cover your face. He loved that no matter how much dirty shit had come out of your mouth in the past or how much the two of you had done, you always seemed so innocent. You were perfect in his eyes.Â
Carefully pulling your hand from your face, Jeonghan presses his lips to your knuckles, looking down at you. You canât help but notice the way your body heats up at the simple action and the way your heart tightens seeing him smile against your fingers.Â
âYou are so beautiful; donât hide.âÂ
Pressing your lips together, you can only see Jeonghanâs gaze as he moves your hand back to the bed beside your head, his thumb pressing to your palm gently before he lets go completely. You were used to Jeonghan being more rushed with you. Not necessarily rough but you both knew what you liked in bed and it wasnât that he was treating you like he was now; it wasnât something you didnât like; it had just never been on the table. How he was treating you now was intimate; he was treating you like a man in love, like he said he was.Â
Brushing his lips against yours, Jeonghan smiles, feeling you do the same. He didnât think there was a need to rush anything, especially if he was going to treat this like it might be the last time. You hadnât told him how you felt and though he was hopeful, he wasnât going to put words in your mouth.Â
You moan softly against Jeonghanâs lips. The tip of his cock nudges against your entrance as his hand runs along your outer thigh to your knee and Jeonghan urges your leg up towards his hip. With his free hand, Jeonghan holds himself steady even as he groans on your lips, feeling your warm, wet walls pull him in and clench around his cock.Â
Wrapping your leg around Jeonghanâs back, you let your head fall back, his thumb pressing against your skin just under your knee as he thrusts into you slowly and deeply. Pulling him in closer with your leg wrapped around him, you whisper Jeonghanâs name when he doesnât start moving immediately. You knew that he liked to let you adjust but your desire for him was outweighing anything else.Â
Nodding, Jeonghan moves his hand from your leg to cup your cheek, resting his forehead against yours as he rocks his hips to meet yours in a smooth, deep thrust that makes you moan out a sound similar to a sob. Jeonghan could tell the difference now as tears started to fall from your eyes, these tears were from pleasure and not because you were sad. These tears he would want to see any day of the week. Jeonghan would die to hear you sob his name as you clenched around his cock and begged him so sweetly not to stop.Â
âIâm not, baby⌠you are so fucking perfect. Holy shit, I know I ââ Groaning as he feels you clench hard around him, Jeonghan pauses to take a breath before burying himself inside of you as deep as possible feeling your thigh tremble as it rests against his side. âI know Iâve said it a few times nowâŚbut I love you. Fuck, I love you, not just this but you. Need you to understand that.âÂ
Your fingers scratch as Jeonghanâs shoulders as you feel the pressure building and the cord winding tighter and tighter as he pushes you towards another orgasm. Itâs only his words that keep you grounded and make you whimper his name as you pull his mouth to yours to make him stop talking when you fall apart for him once again.Â
Trying to breathe into your kiss, Jeonghan furrows his brows tightly, feeling the way your pussy hugs him and then tightens around him like a vice when you cum around him. His thrusts slow only for a moment before becoming harder and filled with even more purpose as Jeonghan starts to chase his own release.Â
A choke groan gets caught in his throat when Jeonghan cums, filling you with each one of his thrusts. Your fingers dig into his shoulder and bicep, leaving half-moon divots to mark where you have been as he pushes you towards the headboard with each deep thrust.Â
Soft lips walk across your throat and up to your jaw before finally making their way to your lips, pulling you back to reality. Jeonghan listens to your small whine when he slips from you once again, leaving you empty. Your arms and legs felt like they were being held up by strings until they were finally on the mattress and you found it hard to make them move again, causing you to pout and Jeonghan to laugh softly against your lips at your reaction to how tired you are.Â
âTired, baby?âÂ
You nod, leaning your head into Jeonghanâs palm as he brushes his hand over the side of your head and over your hair. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel his eyes searching your face for answers and you knew it was the one he was looking for. You hadnât been ready to give it to him at first but the more you lay in his arms and even considered anything different, the more your heart told you that you already knew.Â
âI love you, Jeonghan.âÂ
Finally hearing you tell him that you love him, Jeonghan closes his eyes and leans forward to rest his face against the crook of your neck with a sigh. You can almost feel the weight lift from him as he nods against your skin, placing a kiss on your neck before muttering quietly against the column of your neck.Â
âI love you, too.âÂ
With his headphones half on his head, Mingyu stands in the doorway of his shared hotel room only for a moment before groaning and lifting his hand to cover his eyes at the sight in front of him. He had assumed that you and Jeonghan were together and after talking to Dokyeom, he knew even moreâhe knew more of the drama behind itâbut clearly, that was hopefully a thing of the past.Â
He just hadnât wanted to be privy to it.Â
Glancing towards the door and hearing the sound of a groan, you smack Jeonghanâs shoulder, causing him to look in the direction of your shocked face. Nothing of what had happened had been the plan, or else he would have told Dokyeom to keep Mingyu out of the room.Â
âGyu! Can you go? I am trying to do something here if you donât ââÂ
"Literally, stop talking to me while you are naked. Iâm gonna go stay in Dokyeomâs room.âÂ
You watch the door close, hearing the lock click in place, before meeting Jeonghanâs eyes, who shakes his head like Mingyu has done something wrong.Â
âHe didnât know. Why are you mad at him? This is his room, Jeonghan.âÂ
Jeonghan silences you with a kiss making you sigh against his lips as he speaks between kisses.Â
âIâm not mad.â Seeing you smile, Jeonghan kisses you softly once more before cautiously adding, âI just didnât want him to interrupt my first time actually getting to fuck my girlfriend. Is that so wrong of me?âÂ
Narrowing your eyes, you feel your cheeks burn at Jeonghanâs choice of wording but you still canât keep the smile off your face, feeling his fingers running along your stomach as he moves to lay beside you, pulling you into his arms.Â
âOh? Is that what happened? Is that who I am?âÂ
Jeonghan nods, wrapping his arm tightly around you, pulling you on your side to face him so his fingers can draw small circles on the small of your back as he looks into your eyes.Â
âI fucking hope so.âÂ
Sitting on Dokyeomâs bed, Mingyu stares at the wall while Dokyeom stares at him, wondering what happened, until finally his friend looks at him and shudders in a full body cringe.Â
âThey were naked and possiblyâyou know. I will never be the same.âÂ
Making a face, Dokyeom pats Mingyu on the back before tilting his head and shrugging.Â
âWell, itâs about damn time but better you see it than me.âÂ
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It's a Love Story - Chapter 3
Summary:
Azriel's shadows find their master a wife.
Azriel would just really like his heart not to get broken again.
And Sky...well, she's just really surprised that that far too handsome male is interested in her at all.
Warning:
Rhys Bashing (as usual), I classified this as Azriel x OC, even when it't technically Azriel x Sellyn Drake (but we kinda know nothing about Sellyn Drake other than that she writes books so Sky is kinda an OC), Cassian is kinda a good guy for once, Azriel has a horrible time, as usual... Stuttering, toxic families (For once I do not mean the IC), Self-Esteem Issues, Secret Identity, Body Image Issues, Fat Shaming, People being utterly horrible.
If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable, please take care of your own mental health and don't read it.
The shadows unceremoniously dumped a whole stack of Sellyn Drake Novels on Azrielâs desk.
Azriel eyed the stack of novels dubiously, wondering how in the Mother's blessed name the Shadows had gotten their hands on these. Or why.
But they stayed silent, clearly waiting for him to outright demand an answer. *Why?* he asked with a long suffering sigh. *What's this about?*
No response.
Azriel reached for one of the books, pulling it off the top of the stack and flipping it over. And immediately he regretted that decision. The cover wasâŚcertainly something.
A shirtless man holding a rather skimpily dressed woman up against a wall.Â
Azriel let out a long, long sigh.
*You need to read the books, Master,* the shadows told him seriously.
Azriel stared at his shadows, then at the books, then at his shadows. *You cannot possibly be serious.* What exactly was this supposed to give him?Â
He flipped it over, reading the synopsis.Â
When Lady Eleanor is forced into an unwanted marriage, she despairsâuntil the enigmatic Sir Tristan, a battle-scarred knight with a fearsome reputation, crashes into her life. Bound by a promise to protect her, Tristan whisks Eleanor away from her gilded prison, thrusting them into a wild escape across enemy lands.
Haunted by his past and wary of love, Tristan tries to keep Eleanor at arm's length. But as they face danger together, a fierce passion grows between them, tempting them to trust in a love that could heal even the deepest wounds.
What the fuck.Â
*We are, Master.* The Shadows told him, sounding as earnest as they possibly could.
He opened the book. Titled The Dark Knightâs Desire, flicking through the pages. Was thisâŚa first edition?
*Itâs important!* The shadows insisted. *You knowâŚto brush up on these flirting skills of yours.*
Azriel shot the shadows an unamused look. *I can flirt perfectly well,* he protested.
*You most certainly cannot.* The Shadows deadpanned. *Itâs research! Read them for her!*
*Read them forâŚ* Azriel started, his voice trailing off.
*You found...* he trailed off weakly. They had found a female for him?
The shadows swirled around him almost playfully. *Of course we did,* they said innocently. *We told you we would, didnât we?*
They were working quickly. It had only been weeks since he had agreed to let them find him a wife.
*You did,* Azriel said slowly, but his mind was working fast, so fast, trying to wrap around the idea that his Shadows were trying to help him find a wifeâŚand more importantly, that they had found a female they thought he would find suitable.
*Where did you find her?* he asked, carefully.
*Here in Velaris!* the shadows answered brightly.
*Here?* Azriel asked, his surprise obvious. The shadows had found...a female...here in Velaris? Someone who was compatible with him? And they wanted him to read...what were these again? Sellyn Drake novels? So he would know how to best romance this female?
*Read the books, Master,* the shadows said with a sigh. So he did.
And that was how Azriel spent his next few hours. Reading a book, and blushing like some sort of adolescent boy when certainâŚparticularly intimate scenes came around. The Shadows cackled beside him the entire time.
How the fuck did Nesta do this with a straight face?!?
Azriel had no idea, but by the Mother, he was never going to ask her. Ever. He would just die of embarrassment.
Though he needed to admit...he actually quite liked it.
The novels, that is. TheâŚintimate scenes. Azriel liked them. A lot. Not even the...smut, like Nesta called it...no, he liked the love story. He liked the two people that came together and would do everything for each other...the falling in love part. He liked that.
But the Shadows were probably never going to let him live this down. Azriel did find comfort in a single thought, though. Whoever this possible future partner was, she was never going to know about this. There was no way in hell he would let her find out that he read smutty books to brush up his flirting skills.
But even that did not stop the nagging thought in Azriel's head, one that made him hesitate, and doubt himself, and doubt the Shadows' judgment. "What if..." he said softly, hesitantly. "What if she just...doesn't like me?"
He knew he had some...rough edges, to put it kindly. And he had his own...troubles. His own...insecurities. Some of the things he kept to himself, so many of his...issues. The shadows knew of them all, of courseâŚThere were many nights they stayed up with him, soothing him when the ghosts in his mind became a little too loud, a little too real.
What if that scared her? He didn't want her to be scared. He didn't want to scare her.
*She'll like you, Master.* The Shadows assured him, wrapping themselves around him comfortingly and soothingly. *Sheâll love you.*
He exhaled. *Can you read minds now?*
*Only yours,* the Shadows assured him. *But as long as you don't cheat on her with her sister, you'll be doing a better job than her ex-partners!*
What.Â
"Are you seriously reading a Sellyn Drake novel?" Only 5 centuries of training kept him from flinching as he looked up to find Cassian in his doorway.
"Nesta said it was good," he shot back flatly, not hiding the book, because that would just give Cassian even more reason to tease him.Â
"You...actually listen to Nesta's...book recommendations?" Cassian stared at him, as if he had grown a third head.
"She is intelligent, and she reads more than either of us," Azriel shot back, sharply. "So yes, if she says it's good, I'll try it."
Cassian gave a slight shake of his head, not believing what he was hearing. "You areâŚactually reading a Sellyn Drake novel?" He repeated as if he couldn't quite believe that Azriel was actually doing that.
"Yes," Azriel said, his words clipped. "You have a problem with that?"
Cassian just stared at him for a long moment before letting out a quiet laugh. "No, I just never thought I would actually see the day that you read a Sellyn Drake novel."
"Well, I like it," Azriel said evenly. "Itâs very are well written."
"And smutty," Cassian said with a grin.
Azriel rolled his eyes. "Itâs are more than just...smut, Cassian, It actually has a story, and good characters."
"Characters who can barely keep their hands off each other long enough to solve the mystery, you mean," Cassian drawled, but Azriel ignored him, flipping a page.Â
."Have you ever actually read a Sellyn Drake novel, Cassian?" Azriel asked, shooting him a look. "Or do you simply judge by the covers?"
Cassian just grinned, clearly enjoying this conversation and how defensive Azriel had become. "The covers are pretty damn attractive though."
Azriel rolled his eyes at that comment, but didn't respond. Just looked back down at the book, completely ignoring his brother.
"Are you coming to dinner tonight?" Cassian asked him instead.Â
"No," he answered flatly. He did really want to know how the book ended.
*We found a house! We can show it to you!* the shadows hissed at that moment. Huh.
"There is something that needs my attention," Azriel said simply.
Cassian gave him a searching look, a frown etched into his face, but Azriel simple met his gaze.Â
"Az," Cassian said quietly. "Come on."
"I have something I need to do, Cassian." Azriel's voice was still flat, but more firm, a clear sign that he did not want any arguments.
"Az," Cassian said again, and this time, there was a small thread of pleading in his voice. "Just⌠come have dinner with us. Please. It'll be good for you."
Good? Good to sit at Rhys' table and be told to "behave"? Azriel would rather eat crushed glass than do that. Which was the reasons why he skipped out of them as often as he possible could.
He knew, he knew that Cassian was just looking out for him, but that didn't mean that he felt like he was obligated to go.
"I have something I need to do," he repeated, his voice even.
Cassian sighed. "You are so goddamn stubborn," he muttered, but he let the subject drop, clearly knowing that Azriel was not going to listen.
That evening, instead of sitting through that dinner, Azriel let the shadows swirl around him in excitement, tugging on his jacket, practically dragging him forward.
*It's a lovely house, Master!* they said as they wrapped him in their embrace.
He blinked twice as he rematerialised in front of a lake. Somehow not quite what he had expected. But thenâŚthen he saw the house.
Grey stone and wood and the biggest windows he had ever seen that promised an breathtaking view over the lake⌠and nobody around as far as he could see. He stared at the house, a brow raised. It was niceâŚvery nice. A little too nice. Exactly too his taste.
Azriel turned towards the shadows as he raised another brow. *And how exactly did youâŚ* he started with a huff. *You know what, nevermind.*
He could already hear the shadows saying that they asked for a favor in exchange. Or maybe they stole it.
The house was still nice though, perfect really. He justâŚdidn't want to know what they had done to get it.
Azriel glanced towards the building again. He could almost picture himself in the space, walking around, justâŚ.simply existing. It was peaceful and quietâŚand he would not beâŚdisturbed or bothered.
He could see himself reading in front of the fireplace, looking out into the night sky through the large windows.Â
Azriel walked towards the building, his fingers brushing over the wall. He could feel it alreadyâŚ.he could already feel his muscles loosening, his shoulders lowering from their stiff position.
Home, he thought as stepped into the space, the shadows following after him as his lips tugged upwards.
Yes, he could already see himself calling it that. Home. He liked the ring of it.Â
*You're welcome, Master,* the shadows said as they swirled around him, nuzzling him affectionately. They were happy for him, so very happy for him.
The living room was spacious, filled with overstuffed couches and armchairs made for wings⌠the view indeed was spectacular. And one long uninterrupted wall was lined with tall, massive bookshelves.
It was perfect.
*Does she like books?* he couldn't help but ask.
*Yes, Master! She loves books!* The Shadows assured him in an excited chorus.
She liked to read. That was the first little tidbit of information he learned about her.
*Will you tell me something else about her?* he asked them softly, as he kept exploring the house.
*What do you want to know?* the shadows asked.
*Did her ex-partner really cheat on her with her sister?* he wondered aloud.
*Yes. They are engaged to be married now,* the shadows answered. *He's an asshole,* they muttered darkly.
Azriel couldn't help but give a nod in agreement. An ass was too kind. Whoever he was, he was more than that. Azriel hated him, whoever he was.
*Anything else?* he asked the shadows, curious, so damn curious, to know more about the female.
*She has a cat. His name is Hector. He may be the ugliest cat in existence,* the shadows said primly, *but she adores him.*
Not what he expected, but it was...sweet. It was kind. She had a pet cat. His lips tugged upwards into an involuntary smile.
*And...?* he trailed off, waiting for a response. He was greedy, so damn greedy for more, so greedy to get to know the female more. His curiosity about her had grown to a fever pitch, it seemed.
The Shadows hummed thoughtfully. *She is very, very kind, Master,* they finally said softly.
Those words caused Azriel's smile to go soft, so damn soft. His heart fluttered at the Shadows' words. She was kind. She was kind and she had a cat that she adored. Her ex was an ass who cheated on her. She read, liked books, which meant she was intelligent, andâŚ
Was he getting excited about someone he had never even met?
*When...when can I meet her?* he asked softly.
*Soon,* the shadows promised. *She doesn't leave the house that often...*
Azriel's brows drew together at that. *Why not?* he asked quietly, not sure if he really wanted the answer to that question.
The Shadows hesitated for a moment before responding. *People...people aren't very nice to her,* they admitted slowly.
Azriel blinked, confused. People...weren't nice to her...? ButâŚwhy? What was there not to be nice about? From what he had gleaned, she was kind, had a cat, was smart, and liked books. What was wrong with any of that? It didn't make any sense.
*Why?* he demanded shaprly.*Because people are idiots as usual,* the shadows snapped right back. *People aren't nice to you either.*
Azriel gave a small wince at that, the shadows words hitting him like a bucket of ice cold water. But they were right, people weren't all the nicest to him, either.
Still...he didn't like the idea of her being treated poorly. He wanted...Gods, the want was so strong, all of a sudden. The want toâŚto protect her. To guard her, and protect her. To keep her safe. To make sure she was alright.
*Tell me when she leaves her house,* he demanded.
For a moment he could swear the shadows were nearly frozen in place.
*Change of Plans. Put on a different shirt,* the shadows said quickly. Azriel just stared at them.
*A different shirt?* he asked. He didn't even have any clothing here! That was back at the House of Wind. But the shadows were clearly not taking no for an answer.
He batted away a tendril as it started to unbuckle his fighting leathers and did it himself, only for them to shove him into a shirt that was so dark green it was nearly black and then start fussing with his hair.
Azriel barely had time to even process what was happening before the shadows were pushing him towards the door, still trying to fix and smooth his hair and clothes as they moved forward.
*What is the change of plan?* he asked them
*You are getting to see her right now,* the shadows said with a hint of glee to their voice. *Her sister and some friends are taking her to a bar.*
*The same sister that cheated on her with her ex-partner?* he demanded.
*Yes,* the shadows agreed in a hiss.Â
Great. So he was going to have to stop a fight from happening, all while trying to meet the female he apparently was connected to? That was a...recipe for disaster right there..
*She'll be at the Crystal Drop* the shadows informed him, and his heart gave a strange little clench at those words. He was...he was actually going to get to meet her. Tonight.
The feeling of excitement was back, rushing through him like a wildfire. But there was also a hint of trepidation, a hint of nervousness. What if he screwed it all up? What if he messed things up? His stomach was suddenly full of butterflies.
Azriel didn't have time to dwell on those thoughts, though, as the shadows gave him a little nudge forward again, all but forcing him to start moving towards the tavern.
He could see it in the distance, the sign proclaiming it as âCrystal Dropâ. It...it was right there. She was there...Â
Taking a deep breath, he headed towards the bar, his heart pounding in his chest with every step that he took closer to the entrance. Gods, his hands were shaking.Â
He was nervous. He couldnât even remember the last time he was
He entered the tavern, and his eyes automatically went to the crowd, searching for...something.
The shadows let him towards a place in a corner where he could view the whole bar and he ordered a single fireale, because he was not getting drunk. He wanted his wits about him when he met her.Â
But right nowâŚright now, Azriel settled in to watch.
He watched the crowd, his eyes roving around, searching the whole tavern once again. He just wanted to know where the group was. He wanted to know where...she was.
*Do you see her, Master?* the shadows asked him, nearly teasingly.
*I have absolutely no clue how she looks, so how should I?* he gave back in a growl. The door opened and he watched as a group of females poured in...and then right there at the edges of that group...
His breath caught in his throat as his eyes fell on her, and...oh.
Between one blink and the next everything changed. A golden bond unfurled in his chest, connecting him to her.
Her.
He knew it.
She was his mate.
Mine. He whispered in his head, barely more than a thought. He knew it with every fiber of his being, every part of his heart.
He took her in hungrily.Â
She was so beautiful. So, so beautiful. Azriel had to physically restrain himself from going over to her right then and there.Â
He could hardly breathe. He couldn't form a coherent thought. His whole world had suddenly narrowed to the sight in front of her. His mate.
*Master?* There was alarm in the shadows voices as his breathing became near erratic.
*She's...You found my mate,* he said weakly.
The shadows hummed in confirmation and his eyes were glued to her still, drinking her in. She had long brown hair with soft curls, falling over back, bangs framing a rounded face with high cheekbones and plump cheeks...full rosy lips too and adorable freckles dotting over her nose...
She was the most beautiful being he had ever seen. She was simply...stunning.Â
And mine, he thought to himself. She was his. She was his mate.
He didn't even look at the rest of the group. Just focused on the one...the one who was at the edge of the group, seemingly trying to vanish, to become invisible.Â
Even from the distance, Azriel could see the tension in his mateâs form. He frowned slightly at that. He didn't like it, seeing her like that.
He...his instincts were starting to kick in, a soft, protective urge rising up in him. He wanted to go to her, to...to stand by her side and ease away whatever was bothering her. But he stayed rooted to the spot, just...just watching her. Just watching his mate, the sight of her soothing every single little part of him until he felt warm all over.
He let the group settle at a table a few feet away from him, forcing himself to look down on the bottle in front of him and not stare at his mate like a total creep.
If he strained his ears, he could hear the whole conversation. Apparently it was his mateâs sisters Hen Party, the kind of celebration that some High Fae Females had before they got married.
Nice. Why not bring along your sister, when you were engaged to the guy that cheated with you on said sister?
The fact that his mate even came along into this bar that evening was probably a sign of how fucking nice she was. And Gods...no wonder his mate was so anxious...this whole thing was just...a disaster waiting to happen.
He glanced towards the group again, his attention once again immediately falling on his mate. He could see it, the small twitch of her fingers, the tightening of her lips...the small little things, and he felt his heart wrench at the sight.
She didn't talk. She was just sitting there silently, while the other females had a raucous conversation, that she wasn't part of. It made him bristle.
He didn't understand why they were doing that, why she wasn't a part of the conversation. She was right there. But they weren't listening, they weren't noticing her...or maybe they were ignoring her on purpose.
He...he didn't like it. He didnât like it at all. Â
Just minutes later, Azriel realised that he should have wished that they kept ignoring her.
Because Azriel was quite certain that he was going to slit his mate's sister's throat with Truthteller if she said one more word.Â
The blonde, her sister, stared at his mate and this time a sharp, nasty smile curled on her lips. "Oh, what's the matter, little sister? Mad that I nabbed the male you were going to marry?" she taunted with a malicious grin. "I guess he just liked me better."
Azriel was so shocked that he could just sit there, staring.Â
The other females laughed as the blonde continued, her lips curled in a sneer. "You should be happy for me, really," she said, her voice sugary sweet. "After all, you could never keep him happy. You've always been useless, haven't you?"
The comments made Azriel see red. What the hell was wrong with this female? Who treated their own sister like this?Â
He had half a mind to go over there and wring her neck.Â
*Donât,* his shadows hissed. *Youâll make it worse.*
*Make it worse?! It canât fucking get worse!* he hissed back.Â
He itched to go over to the group, to protect his mate from these cruel, cruel words.Â
*Yes, it can,* the shadows snapped. *What do you want to do? Massacre her sister right in front of her?!* Azriel growled under his breath.Â
*Normally you are much more bloodthirsty,* he complained to the shadows.Â
*You are the fucking spymaster. Act like it,* the shadows snapped. *You want us to make her sisterâs life a misery? Weâll do it. Weâll do it and it will never be traced back to you. Besides, she deserves worse than a quick death.*
He clenched his teeth.Â
The other females were laughing, but his mate...wasn't. She wasn't saying a single word, wasn't defending herself, wasn't saying anything. Just...just sitting there and taking the horrible abuse with a neutral, blank expression on her face.
"Cat got your tongue?" her sister asked her with a roll of her eyes. "I mean, it's not like you're good at talking, are you?" she asked her with a cruel little laugh. "Too bad for you that males want females that are able to have a conversation, not awkward little things who can't even speak when spoken to."
Azriel's body tensed as he listened to the words, every muscle coiled tight. It took every ounce of his control not to stride over to the group of females and punch her sister straight in the face. The only thing he wanted to do in that moment was to protect his mate.
The comment clearly found it's target, Azriel could see his mate flinch at the words, her face crumbling momentarily before it smoothed over into a neutral expression again. Gods...it must've hurt so badly to hear her sister speak to her like thatâŚ
*Weâll ruin her fucking life,* he vowed to the shadows.Â
*Agreed, Master.â
Her sister rolled her eyes another time. "Come on, let's go," she told the other females. "You have the bill, don't you, Skylar?"
The words made Azriel snap. So the sister hadn't intended to even pay for her drinks in the first place? It wasâŚthey had just used her, he realised suddenly. Used her for the first stop on their tavern tour, to pick up the drink tabâŚand that was all she was good for in their eyesâŚ
It was...Azriel couldn't stand by and watch this anymore, it made him so angry. So fucking furious.
"Ye...yes," his mate stuttered.
She looked so small in that moment, her eyes averted, her shoulders slumped, her hands trembling. She looked...wounded, so hurt, and Azriel was...he was sick of seeing her just accept this verbal abuse without a word.Â
They left. They should thank the cauldron that they left at that moment, because otherwise Azriel would have made Cassian at his worst look like a puppy.
He wanted to storm after them, to give every single person in the group a piece of his mind, but that could wait. The most important thing right now was his mate. She was still here, after all. Azriel took a deep breath, and slowly, almost hesitantly walked towards her.
He watched as she didn't move, and he finally decided to speak, his voice a low, soft murmur. "Mind if I sit here?" he asked, gesturing to the chair beside her.
Her head turned, and he felt his heart stop as her eyes met his for the first time. Up close, her eyes were...mesmerizing. A deep, sparkling blue, framed by long, lush eyelashes. He couldn't look away from her.
And she stared at him, her mouth slightly open, her eyes near comically wide.
He gave her a soft, slow smile. "Hi," he greeted her, his voice gentle. She blinked a few times, still staring at him, and he found it so cute, how shocked she was that he was talking to her.Â
Her mouth opened but no words came out. She was staring at him like a poor bunny rabbit would at an apex predator , caught in his grasp.
For just a moment her scent went utterly haywire.
Caramel and Hazelnuts. So sugary sweet that he would have gladly rolled around in it. And she just stared at him, wide eyed, silent...until suddenly the scent changed to incadescent happiness.
"Oh." A small sound escaped her as she swallowed.
And he knew. He knew at that moment that the bond had just snapped for her.
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+18, smut, mdni, f!reader, etc.
pt 1
You werenât used to the attention that John was giving you. Your past partners never caring or giving a damn. So to feel just how much careful attention he is giving your weeping pussy is making your core throb and ache. And when he started to pull his fingers out, it made you whine embarrassingly loud.
The sound made him chuckle as he got up and pulled you along.
âWhere- where are we going?â
âTo my bed.â
That was another thing that made you almost lose your footing. You were never important enough for a bed. The hard floor or the lumpy, uncomfortable couch was all your dates ever brought you to. In your mind, however, you wouldnât have minded Johnâs couch as it was more comfortable than the others you had the displeasure of sitting on.
âAre you sure? What about the mess?â
You couldnât hide the way your voice wobbled as he ushered you into his room, his foot kicking the door closed as his hands gently worked on your pants, helping you shrug them off along with your panties.
He quirked an eyebrow at you, amusement clear in his features. And when you felt your clothing start to pool at your feet, you found that you were only dressed in your shirt and bra. The cool air made your thighs clench together.
âIf Iâm going to fuck ya, sweet girl, then itâs going to be in my bed. But before thatâŚ,â his voice trailed off as he helped you out of your shirt and unclipped your bra, the articles of clothing joining your jeans and panties, âI said I was going to have you sit on my face next.â
Without getting undressed himself, he pulled you along towards his bed. His hand gently tugging you forward when he sat down on the edge of, you now wedged between his thighs as he rested his hands on your hips, his fingers tracing lazy circles as he kissed your stomach. The feeling of him peppering you with kisses made you squirm.
âWell?â
âH- huh?â
He chuckled at your cluelessness, but didnât dare make fun of you for it, âthough I said where I wanted you to sit, you donât have to if you donât want to.â
He leaned back, pushed himself to where he was laying face down whilst pulling you with. Your chest pressed hard against his as he let one of his hands trail and gently squeeze at the fat of your ass.
A part of you always wanted to try, but with your past partners hating the idea of giving you oral while also giving you a clear display of disgust, you sort of dropped the idea entirely.
But John is offering, isnât he?
He isnât the type of man to do something he doesnât want to after all.
âOnly if⌠you really want to,â you manage to say.
âThatâs what I am asking you. Do you want to?â
You found yourself gripping at the front of his shirt, the way his fingers worked you open was still imprinted in your cunt, you really want to feel his tongue too.
âYes, please.â
The moment the words left your mouth, he had you sit up so you were straddling his waist. You tried not to whine out too much when your wet cunt pressed down against his hardening bulge, and he didnât give you enough time to feel him as he already got a strong hold of your hips again and gently dragging you up.
âYouâre so nervous.â
You didnât know where to put your hands as your bare pussy hovered just over his mouth. None of your previous partners ever really looked to hard at your slick, but John made a point to just analyze all of you.
âI- I canât help it, I never did something like this before.â
He chuckled softly, his breath gently hitting your cunt making you squirm in his hold, âthen I best ruin you for everyone else, huh?â
Not giving you any time to give back a retort, he planted you down, his grip strong as he easily held you in place as his tongue licked a long stripe between your folds. The sudden contact made you squeal as started to lap at you, his tongue not missing a single inch even as he toys with your fluttering hole. The tip of his tongue gently prodding before delving in.
The heat and feeling of his tongue was way different, and even better as he let one of his hands let go of your waist to trail downwards.
Your moans and gasps filled up the quiet bedroom accompanied by the wet sounds your pussy made against his tongue and fingers.
And you think between each flick of his tongue and pump of his fingers that he was right.
He was ruining you for everyone else⌠that is, if you even want anyone else after this.
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waiter! waiter! more phineas and ferb reader pls!
I wonder how the batfam would react once they catch reader inventions on a random tuesday, like, "hm, what a nice day to look out on the window and HOLY SHIT WHY IS THERE A GIANT ROBOT SPITING FIRE WHILE RIDING A ROLLERCOASTER IN MY BACKYARD???"
the events that would follow this incident would be funny and exasperating, me thinks
also, wouldn't it be funnier if Perry the Platypus was part of the JL? and like, no one knows his identity but Superman, and neither of them are willing to talk about it-
I know it would be very unlikely, since everyone there would have enough neurons to recognize a platypus with and without a hat, but for the sake of shit and giggles, just think of how funny that would be
welp, I needed to get that outta ma chest, I hope I at least made you laugh a little, because seriously this is one of the best ideas I've seen in this tag and I can't stop thinking and giggling about it
Stay well!
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first: i was not expecting this concept to be so popular!! the responses i've gotten from everyone are so amazing!!  ( â¸â¸Â´ęł`â¸â¸) thank you for the ask, anon!! it always makes my day.
i am formally announcing that i will be turning phineas and ferb reader into a fic now. it's too good a concept to pass up. something more light-hearted to work between the other fics i'm writing.
batfamily finding out about reader's whacky inventions would be an event. it so wholeheartedly shatters the image they had of reader to the point they just have to sit with what the hell just happened for a while before they even consider what to do about you next. still so many things that don't make sense. their newest case is how the fuck did we go this long without finding out (Y/N) has been building mechas in our backyard and why are those things always gone when it's convenient.
then the realizations just start dropping on them like an anvil on a looney tunes character. and they kinda feel like shit, cause how did they not notice? really puts into perspective how they've neglected you all this time. so many stunts you pulled right under their nose, on their backyard, their garage, throughout gotham and metropolis. ok, were out there being creative and amazing and you sure know how to spend the wayne family money, they'll give you that, but it was so irresponsible of you! who knows what could've gone wrong. you're not like them! you're a civilian with no training, the only regular teenager in the family, you're the last person who should be exposing themselves doing all that.
bruce goes off on you, screaming about how could you be so reckless, you did all of this behind his backâ what? what do you mean he gave his permission? and he is floored, devastated, blood pressure up, when you remind him of every instance you dropped by his office with a document for him to sign or to ask for permission, with proof as you pull out every paper he put his signature without a second look.
and that, ladies and gentlemen, is when reader's dynamic with the batfam does a complete 180 and their little yandere antennae start going off. no more whacky cartoonish shenanigans. at least not without proper supervision. they know you're not a fan of this new arrangement, but you gotta understand they let you go unchecked for way too long! they'll drown you in family activities so you don't even have to worry about it. who wants to build a teleportation machine, anyway? just join them for family movie night.
as for perry, that is going to take them a while longer to figure out. bruce just can't stand another insane discovery, so when batman sees an intelligent platypus wearing a fedora and walking on two feet on justice league headquarters (if we're going by the idea that he's a part of JL), he's just going to think "my kid has a pet platypus. huh."
oh, consider:
dick: "damian, you knew all this time?! our sibling could've gotten into serious trouble! why didn't you tell us about this?"
damian: stares into the camera like he's in the office.
#anonymous#asks.#yandere batfamily#yandere batfam#yandere batfamily x reader#yandere batfam x reader#yandere batman#platonic yandere#platonic yandere x reader
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in case you missed it, little add on to this idea where Simon decides youâre his wife
When the Captain first overhears tidbits about how his Lieutenant is supposedly giving the newest recruits an especially hard time, he chuckles to himself, thinking that it isnât anything they canât handle, not if theyâre going to make it in this line of work anyway
But then he catches the end of a conversation between two medics, complaining about how theyâve never had to tend to so many injuries from the rookies in training before, and he thinks maybe Ghost was having an off day at the time, needed to let off some steam, no real harm done in the end
Which is strange though, when one of his sergeants comes whining about how âLTâs gone right soft, pure gallus! One bonnie lass was all it took and heâs now got manners, ya ken! Absolutely braw sight I tell ya, Cupidâs arrow stickinâ out of his arse-â
Price wasnât even entirely sure Simon knew how to use his cell phone, surprised to find him suddenly glued to the device, answering only for a specific chime, but always answering instantly when it went off
It isnât all that long however, until Price walks into his office one day and finds Ghost already sat at his desk and waiting for him, wanting to know more about marital leave, and benefits for spouses, and how soon could the Captain become ordained because thereâs a ceremony heâd like him to officiate soon if he wouldnât mind-
Youâre especially confused when the guard who checks your ID at the gate each morning tells you âCongratulations by the way, Mrs Rileyâ as he hands you a new pass that- sure enough- has Riley written as your last name
#call of duty#call of duty fanfic#call of duty fic#simon riley#simon ghost riley#cod fanfic#ghost x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost x you#cod simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x reader#ghost fanfic#call of duty ghost#ghost cod#call of duty fluff#simon ghost riley x you#cod simon riley#simon fluff
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New City, New Life
5k celebration âChoose your own adventureâ story
Orc x fem!readerâ cum eating, dry humping, fingering, voyeurism, rough sex, clitoral stimulation
Pt1
âHey neighbor, I was just talking about you,â your hot Wolf Hybrid neighbor says as you walk over to his little group hanging out in his driveway.
His Orc, Naga, and Wolf friends all flash you a knowing smirk, their varying fangs glimmering sends a heat in your belly before you quickly stop yourself. You had to tone your horny ass self down. You didnât wanna make a bad impression on a new city of people by being desperate for everyoneâs cocks. You didnât think that would fly here. As they stare your cheeks begin to heat up in a way you know is noticeable.
âMentioned how I wanted to bring over a cup of coffee I made you,â he adds as if sensing your thoughts and trying to reassure you.
So he wasnât going around talking about you to all his friends? Something tells you thatâs not exactly true as his eyes gleam with arousal. You imagine it as you take the cup of coffee from his hands. Your hot neighbor sitting around with his equally hot friends, going over every little dirty detail. Raving about how good your tight cunt felt around his thick cock. All of them growing hard as he recounted the noises you made and how desperate you were to be filled while imagining it was them with you instead.
A choked whimper escapes you that you quickly try and hide beneath a pleased hum. You try your best to look casual as you subtly rub your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. But youâre briefly brought back to reality as your hot neighbor hands you the mug of coffee.
âThank you for this, butââ you say as you bring the mug to your lips only for your neighbor to brush a clawed finger along the edge of the cup and tilt it up, forcing you to take long gulps of the nicely warm drink. You meet his burning gaze, unable to look away, the tension simmering between you. And in front of all his friends. Fuck you can feel how wet youâre getting.
When he finally removes his finger you lower the cup with only a bit less than half left. Your mouth smacks as the taste bursts across your tongue. It was bitter as you expected coffee to be but also a bit sweet and⌠salty? It was certainly creamier than you expected it to be. You liked it. Probably more than you liked whatever blend you usually get. Youâll have to ask what his special ingredient is later.
âThank you again but I was wondering if you guys could give me a ride? Iâm in a really tough spot and I just need someone to get me going,â you say, voice strangely huskier than normal.
You clear your throat, glancing away, and look back up to all four of these damn fine men staring down at you as if theyâre about to pounce. Your pussy flutters, clamping down around nothing at the thought of them actually doing just that. Their claws digging into your plush form, fangs grazing your sensitive skin, their big tongues ravaging your body to prepare you for their giant cocks.
âWork that is,â you add, voice growing husky all over again.
Your Wolf Hybrid neighbor chuckles darkly, the sound shooting right down to your core. He glances at his friends and a silent conversation passes between them. Then all of them are moving toward the car as if suddenly eager to get in.
âCâmon, sweetheart. Weâre headed to work ourselves but weâll get you off. Who are we to deny someone as cute as you?â He says smoothly, his raspy voice making that sound much more suggestive than you think he meant to.
Your hot neighbor rounds the car, taking the drivers seat. While his Wolf Hybrid friend quickly takes passenger. As if he didnât want you getting to it first.
âYouâll have to ride in my lap though,â His Orc friend immediately says with a smirk as he hops in the backseat of the car. You follow after him, not wanting anymore seats taken from you.
âAnd why would I do that?â You ask, not wanting him to know how much you like the idea.
Just as youâre about to sit in the middle seat instead, the Orcâs giant hands are gripping your waist and plopping you down in his lap. Before you can argue or pretend to complain, the Naga gets in last and he curls half his long rattling tail into the middle seat while the rest takes up the remaining one.
âThereâsss no more room,â the Naga says, forked tongue slipping out as he speaks and a second later his eyes dilate.
You blush, knowing he can probably taste your arousal in the air. In fact, they all probably can. The realization has you blushing deeper and growing wetter on the hot Orc. Especially as the Orc tugs you closer to his chest and you can feel the distinct bulge of his half-erect cock pressing deliciously along your clothed slit.
Hot neighbor starts on his way and you share your new place of work with them. Theyâll know exactly where you are now nearly every day. It sends a strange thrill through you. Wolf Hybrid neighbor tells you that itâs on the way to their place so theyâll drop you off first but that it might take a little longer. They usually like to down the back roads.
You find that you donât mind as youâre a lot more than just comfortable sitting in the hot Orcâs lap. That is until they actually start driving down the back roads and their⌠bumpy terrain.
A small grunt escapes you, eyes widening as the car starts rocking. Each jolt of the car has the Orcâs hardening length rubbing right up against your pussy. Your throat tightens as you try and choke down your moans. The Orc feels huge and heâs rubbing over every inch of your cunt. You swear you feel him rocking in sync with the rock. But what would be crazy.
Small talk fills the car and youâre grateful no one seems to be able to notice your inner torment. Small whines leave you as you practically bounce on the Orcâs clothed dick. It sends shocks through your system and you quickly grow more and more needy. The need to be filled and stuffed full itching at your skin.
âI think youâre wet enough fâme now, sweetheart. My patience grows thin. Fuckinâ need to get inside ya,â the Orc says, breaking you out of your lustful daze. Itâs only then you register his panting breaths and the way everyoneâs eyes shift toward you in the car.
âW-what?â
You yelp as the Orc jerks off your slacks and panties in one swift move and hooks your legs over each of his knees, spreading you wide for the whole car to see. Your glistening folds spasm as theyâre exposed to the cold air.
Thoughts run through your head at a mile a minute. You should want to stop this. To scramble off this sexy Orcâs lap. But you only get more turned on, your arousal gushing out of you at the thought of him so suddenly taking you.
âDonât act like you havenât been wantinâ to fuck me since your fine ass walked over. Thatâs how this place works, right?â The Orc asks, almost mockingly.
His words wash over you, clouding your mind, as his hands explore your body. Slightly clawed fingers trail down and dip into your soaked folds. A low moan leaves you and instead of trying to get away you melt back into his chest, hips rolling with the movement of his fingers. He takes the time to prep you for his length and it slowly has you becoming an absolute mess in his lap. And you havenât even had his cock yet.
You suck in a sharp breath as the hot Orcâs fingers leave you only to replace them with his thick angry tip. His pre-cum creating an even bigger mess of you. Your mind threatens to gain clarity again but then the Orc is pushing you down and splitting you open on his cock.
âNngh! Ooh⌠Oh fuck,â you cry out, throwing your head back. The stretch of his girth forcing your gummy walls to accommodate him has your eyes rolling back. The deeper he goes the more you swear youâve never been filled this good in your life.
The fact that youâre in a car full of men shifts back to the front of your mind and you lift your head to see them all still watching you with a fierce intensity.
Your hot neighbor continues to drive but you notice the way his eyes keep flicking back to you in the mirror. While his Wolf Hybrid and Naga friends each have all their cocks out, languidly stroking them to the sight of you stretched pretty on their friendâs cock. You whimper, basking in the attention, and a second later the Orc starts slamming you down on his massive cock.
âFuck, dude, you were right. What a perfect pussy. Theyâre drenched fâme, just slipped right in. So warm and tight. Poor thing wonât get a moments rest in this place,â the Orc huffs and the car erupts into soft breathless laughter.
Aha! You knew your hot neighbor had talked about you with them. The praise is all you focus on and it has your walls squeezing the Orcâs length, wanting to make him go mad. A low growl vibrates from his chest to your back as he feels you get even tighter. His claws sink into your hips as he starts using his grip to fuck his cock up into you at a bruising pace. His thrusts syncing up perfectly with the rocky jostling of the car that only seems to be getting worse.
You cry out as the carâs movements also deepens the Orcâs momentum. You swear you can feel his dick all the way up in your throat. Heâs stuffing you so full of him you donât know if you can take it. You arch back into the Orc, putting on a show for him and everyone in the car. Through hooded eyes you watch as they furiously pump themselves to the sight of your body. It gets you so fucking hot. Their lustful eyes raking over your form. All of them wanting a piece of you, all of them jealous of the one who gets to fuck you.
The Naga flicks out his tail, the rattle on its tip moves in between your legs, wanting to do anything he can to give you more pleasure. You wait with bated breath and shriek as he rattles his tail, the vibration sending sparks throughout your body. The Orc snarls in your ear and picks up pace, jerking up his hips and meeting your thrusts in a way that has your toes curling.
âHow do they look?â Your hot neighbor growls, knuckles white on the steering wheel, and sounding borderline feral. His cock aching against his slacks.
âThey look so fucking sexy, man. Their tight pussy can barely take him,â His Wolf Hybrid friend moans, his hips twitching as he jerks himself off even harder.
âBut theyâre doing ssso well. Pretty thing will be ruined for anyone else,â the Naga adds, roughly rattling his tail against your clit. He thrusts up into each of his hands that pump at both of his dicks. You mewl, vision blurring at the intensity that wracks through you.
âFuck, I think theyâre about to cum!â One of them shouts but youâre too lost in the haze of pleasure to focus on which one it is. But then the Orcâs hot breath is curling around your ear and your mind clears enough to hear his rumbling voice.
âThatâs it, sweetheart. Fuckinâ let go and cum on my cock. Squeeze the damn life out of me, you can do it.â
The cord snaps and jaw drops, fierce screams echo throughout the car as you explode all over his cock. Waves of ecstasy wash over you and you try your best not to pass out. The sight of you coming is a vision of pure art and none of the other men can hold on much longer.
The Naga lets go first, shooting his cum over any inch of bare skin he can reach. The Wolf Hybrid is close to follow in his friendâs footsteps as he cums all over you two. Seeing you all wrecked and messy quickly has the Orc slamming into you, burying himself to the hilt and shooting spurt after spurt of his cum deep inside you.
âSuch a pretty slut you are, sweetheart. So easily made a mess from our cocks. Youâre perfect,â the Orc rasps in your ear and you preen under his praise.
The rest of the car ride is spent with the monsters cleaning you up as you lay limply in the Orcâs lap. You take the time to regain your strength and you hope youâll be able to feel your legs enough to walk into work.
When you arrive your hot neighbor gets out and greets you as the door opens. He helps you out and you immediately melt into his embrace. Your Wolf Hybrid neighbor laughs, leaning down and kissing the crown of your head.
âNext time, darling. Now get into work,â he murmurs intimately in your ear. Giving your butt a nudging pat.
As you walk in on wobbly legs, you glance around the lobby, looking for the headhunter that recruited you. He was meant to meet you and show you the ropes of the job. But he isnât anywhere to be seen and you wonder what youâll do next. You could ask the Demon Guard by the door where you could find him, head down the closest hall and hope you find the headhunter down one of the rooms, or you could head to your Minotaur Bossâ office and hope he can show you around.
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The urge to snuggle sylus while on his lap is insane
âYou seem comfortable on my lap kitten, rough day?â Sylus asks when you practically draped yourself over his lap, nuzzling your head deep into his neck and sighing deeply.
âRough week.â You replied, biting back a yawn that was desperate to escape from your lips.
Sylus smiles softly as he could feel the exhaustion radiate from your body as he sets aside his book and brings a hand to rub up and down your back soothingly, making you groan as you tried to snuggle closer to his side as if you werenât more or less pressed up to one another. âWant to tell me whatâs on your mind sweetie or do you just wish for me to hold you?â He asks softly but he already knew your answer when you only held onto him tighter, the time for talking had long since left your mind and now all you wanted to do with the remainder of your day was to relax.
âHold me please.â Your voice come out muffled against his neck as you allowed his warmth to lull you into a relaxed state. Your mind finding the motions of his hand running up and down your back reassuring and gentle, almost as though Sylus was concerned that if he put too much pressure youâll break, which made you smile softly again the skin of his neck while closing your eyes briefly for a rest as you mentally thanked fate for bringing you SylusâŚeven if the circumstances you met months ago were less then ideal; However it didnât stop you from being thankful for the man whose lap you were occupying as though your life depended on it.
âAs you wish.â Sylus said as he thought about how hard you worked everyday despite knowing that he made more then enough to keep you both comfortable, but you werenât the type to be satisfied being a stay at home spouse and he wasnât expecting you to either, he just wanted to treat you the way you should and if that meant holding you against him after a hard day then heâll happily comply. âAs you wish, little kitten.â He repeats as he moved his head to press a gently kiss to your forehead, lingering there as he felt your breathing even out as his eyes remained glued to the nearest door, silently daring either Luke or Kieran to ruin this moment of peace for the both of you.
Nothing. Not a sound, not even a little peep came from that door and Sylus breathed in relief as he made himself comfortable on the dark plush sofa, his hands now abandon your back to trail down to your waist to keep you close to his chest, pressing little kisses to you whenever he felt you shuffle restlessly in his lap in your light slumber. Sylus knew that work has its ups and downs, but as long as he was there to offer you some comfort, then he could only hope that he made the days a little more endurable then that was more then enough for Sylus to feel accomplished.
While it was true that money could buy anything your heart desires, but if all your heart desires was for him to keep you company while you rested against him? Sylus wasnât going to deny you of your wish and was more then willing to fall asleep against the plush coach, crick in his neck be damned as he repositions you both so that you both could utilise the couch, grab the blanket he had draped across the back to cover you both as Sylus made sure to keep you safe and tucked in close to his chest like he would always do.
He hums in content as he felt himself began to drift off to sleep, promising to spoil you rotten on your day off tomorrow, maybe a foot massage would be a pleasant way to wake you up? Or would making breakfast suffice instead? Sylus shrugs, heâll figure it out in the morning as you deserve it and even more if he was being honest.
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hey so how do you think the bat boys would deal with them messaging s/o or coming into their apartment late at night to come to bed and the boys are like âI canât sleep. Can we talk?â and s/o messages back or says after sort of wake up âI can sleepâ and they fall back asleep đ. When s/o does properly wake up hours later, s/o pulls their man in for morning cuddle, but then their mind starts working and they ask seriously, â⌠did you want to talk about something last night or was I dreaming it?â Or for messaging, s/o remembers and gives their boyfriend a call and is happy to be talking to them and they ask the same question over the phone âI thought I dreamt it, but I just noticed you message me and I sent that back⌠I was exhausted and in a deep sleep. Did you still want to talk?â? Basically s/o isnât very good to interact with or function when theyâre tired đ? (Itâs all good people staying up all night for their love of their life, but what about a s/o whoâs never able too?. They fall asleep in bed and then are woken up by their boyfriend sneaking in. They frequently pass out after their boyfriend sneaks into their bed. S/o Hair a mess. âWhat?⌠oh⌠zzzzâ would be how the boys identity probably stayed a secret for the longest time. Wouldnât even notice the blurry mask and spandex suits in their tired state).
omg yes, as a sleepy person, i LOVE this idea!!!
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Batboys x Sleepy gn!reader
Bruce Wayne
Being home late meant low chances of having an actual conversation with you. He needed help setting up the gala for tomorrow and you guys were supposed to plan it tonight
âMy love, wake up for a minute. We have to set the plans, remember.âÂ
You sat up for a moment, sitting next to him in bed to help him. Unfortunately, that didnât last long seeing as you almost immediately fell asleep on his shoulder.Â
He just sighed and put his laptop away, figuring you guys could plan it later or just use what you had.Â
It was a bit funny though, seeing you so out of it trying to stay awake and focus on the plans.Â
âAnd I think we should serve lemonade with the⌠darling? Are you listening?â âHm? YeahâŚâÂ
Dick GraysonÂ
He usually came home to you sleeping after patrol, so he figured heâd have to wake you up if he wanted to discuss tomorrow's date plans.
âBabe? Hey, wake up, I gotta talk to youâŚâÂ
It worksâŚfor a few seconds. You woke up, but mumbled something incoherent before falling back asleep.Â
Dick just chuckled and shrugged it off, figuring he could just talk to you in the morning. The date wasnât until later anyway, and sleeping beside you seemed more appealing at the moment.
âItâs okay⌠Iâll talk to you tomorrow. Sweet dreams, sweetheart.âÂ
Jason Todd
Poor Jason couldnât sleep at all. He tried everything from warm drinks to meditation, but nothing seemed to work. So, he called you.Â
âHey, y/n? Yeah, uhm⌠can I come over?âÂ
He got a half mumbled âyeahâ before heading over. Of course when he did, you were tucked in, all cute and sleepy.Â
Jay slipped in next to you, snuggling against you and had the easiest time falling asleep. However, in the morning, you looked shocked, not remembering him coming in.Â
â...when did you even get here?!âÂ
Tim Drake
It was always a 50/50 with Tim. Either he slept anytime, anywhere, or he couldnât sleep at all. Tonight, he couldnât sleep. So, he called you.Â
âHey, baby, I canât sleep. Can we just uhh⌠talk for a while?âÂ
He got all warm and gushy when he heard your muffled little âyesâ from under your blankets.Â
But he quickly realized you werenât the best person to talk to when you were tired. You couldnât hold a conversation at all and eventually, he found out that you sleep talk. It was a pleasant surprise to him.
âWhat are you saying now, hm?â âThe banana⌠lost my hat.â âOh, yeah, I bet.âÂ
Damian Wayne
The second you opened your eyes when he walked into the room as Robin, he thought he had completely blown his cover. Apparently, he didnât.Â
âGo back to bed⌠you donât see anything.âÂ
He was shocked it actually worked, but he shouldnât have been too surprised. He knew youâd take any and every opportunity to sleep.Â
Damian hastily got out of his Robin suit and got into pajamas, sliding into bed next to you. It was a bit of a funny thought to him, the fact that you didnât even question Robin being in your room⌠right?Â
âI had a weird dream last night.â âAbout?â âI dreamt that Robin was in my room.â Â
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Lando Norris x bsf!reader
She isnât you
Hi, could I request a salami sandwich with tomato on wheat bread, please, and thank you. Request from @itsnotsophiasworld
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MF: SOS, can anyone fly to Spain to check on Lando? From what Iâve gathered, he is staying in an Airbnb by himself and very much in his head. Iâm caught up in some work stuff, or else Iâd make the trip myself.Â
Your heart sank reading Max's text to your friend group. Lando had been having a rough season and was constantly getting ripped apart in the media, no matter what he did. All you could do was make sure that he knew you were there for him and try to be around as much as possible, which was easy as you also lived in Monaco. But after the last race before summer break, none of you had heard from him.Â
Looking at flights, you quickly replied to the group saying that you could go. One of the many perks of working remotely was that you could pick up your computer and go anywhere, so leaving to help Lando was a no-brainer. There was a flight leaving tonight, so you purchased that and started to pack.Â
You wished the world could see him the way that you did. He was a caring, down-to-earth friend who would do anything for the people he loved. It was hard for anyone who knew him not to like him, and it was hard for you not to be in love with him.Â
It hadnât taken you long after meeting him to fall for his charm, but he had been dating someone else then, so you settled for friendship. That was three years ago, and youâd dated guys since, but the feelings still lingered. He could make you feel like you were the only girl in the world, so it was easy to get sucked in.Â
Ultimately, you valued your friendship too much to ever act on it, even when you were both single. Youâd been through too much together to risk losing him. You had a hunch that he felt the same way about you because of how overly affectionate he was with you compared to everyone else and that you were usually his first call. Still, his life was busy, and you understood that a girlfriend didnât fit in that picture right now.Â
Landing in Spain around 10, you grabbed your luggage before jumping in a cab to the address Max had sent you. The Airbnb was a cute little beach cottage right on the ocean, and you inhaled a deep breath of salty air and instantly felt better.Â
The door to the house swung open, and you were greeted by what seemed to be a very irritated Lando.Â
âWhat are you doing here?â He asked, crossing his arms over his chest.Â
âMaking sure you donât do something crazy,â you replied, mirroring him with his arms.Â
âI want to be alone.â
âI donât care.âÂ
You stared at each other for a while, neither one giving in before he finally sighed and moved past you to grab your suitcase, grumbling to himself. The cottage had windows on the backside, allowing a constant view of the ocean, which you could appreciate. Lando put my luggage in the guest room before joining me as you looked at the water.Â
âYou didnât have to come; Iâm fine,â he muttered. You looked over at him with a sad smile, reaching your hand down to grab his.Â
âI wanted to come.â He gave you a small smile, and you took in his exhausted state, noting just how bad it really was.Â
âWhy donât we get some rest? Then youâll be ready for a full day tomorrow,â you suggested, and he looked over at you.Â
âIâm here to relax, y/n,â he said, and you smiled mischievously.Â
âIt will be relaxing, I promise.â
It was not relaxing.Â
You dragged Lando out of bed at 7 a.m. to go on a run, and he was not happy with you, but you were just happy he came along. Jogging through the little town, you could tell that his mood was improving as he kept pace with you.Â
Out of breath, you were hunched over as you two had climbed to the top of a dune.Â
âAre you not relaxed?â Lando teased, and you gave him the finger. âArenât you supposed to be working?âÂ
âYeah, I need to log on when we get back to the place,â you wheezed, and he handed you his water bottle. âWhat are your plans for while I work?âÂ
âOh, I donât know, scroll through social media hate, maybe watch all my old races and critique everything I did; the possibilities are endless.âÂ
Shooting him a look, you sighed, âThat would be funny if I didnât know youâd already been doing that.âÂ
He looked down at his feet, and you moved over to him, wrapping your arms around his torso. His head found your shoulder, he breathed deeply, and you held on tighter.Â
âYouâre going to be okay Lan,â you said, looking up at him.Â
âI know,â he said sadly.Â
Lando spent the rest of the day in the water while you worked, slipping away to get groceries for the night. He hadnât had time to hide all the takeout bags and boxes he had been surviving on, so you figured a homecooked meal would do him well.Â
Having dealt with him being a picky eater for a while, you were finishing up your favorite spaghetti and meatballs recipe when he came back into the house.Â
âSmells great,â he commented and you smiled. âCan we eat outside?â
âYou read my mind,â you replied, plating the food.Â
Eating on the back deck, you felt a sense of serenity as the sound of waves crashing filled your ears.Â
âThis place is amazing; how did you find it?â You asked, turning to Lando.Â
âHonestly, I just opened the app and picked the first place I saw that looked secluded,â he admitted. âI just wanted to be away from everyone.âÂ
âWe are here for you to lean on Lan,â you said softly. âIâm never going to leave you.âÂ
âI know that, but I just donât want to disappoint you,â he confessed, and your heart sank.Â
âLando Norris,â you said, forcing him to look at you. âThere is nothing you could ever do to disappoint me. I am so insanely proud of everything youâve accomplished. Please come back to Monaco with me tomorrow.â
âWhat did I do to deserve you?â He whispered, holding out his arms. You climbed into his lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and running your fingers through his hair.Â
âYou buy me so much shit so I have to be nice to you,â you joked and he giggled. He pulled his head back to look at you, and your breath hitched because of the lack of distance between the two of you. Shifting, you tried to move back but his grip on you tightened so you leaned down to bring your lips to his. As you were a millimeter away his phone started to ring and you rested your head briefly against his, groaning internally.Â
Sliding off of him you handed him his phone as it was Max calling. Hearing him tell Max he was coming home the next day made you smile, and you gathered all the dishes to clean up. He joined you a little later, and neither of you brought up the almost kiss; you wrote it off as something that happened in the heat of the moment.Â
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Zandvoort was a dream, and you were so glad you made the trip with your friends. The next race you were going to was Singapore and Lando had invited you, Max, and some others to hang out the week before in Portugal.Â
Your friend group had rented a big house, and you were ready to soak in the sun and relax after taking the week off work. Pietra and you had flown in together and met up with everyone that night at dinner.Â
âHi, Iâm Mary,â a girl you didnât recognize said to you, holding out her hand. You smiled back warmly, introducing yourself.Â
âMary and I met at a shoot early this year,â Pietra explained, and you nodded. You chatted with her for a while over dinner, glad to have another girl on the trip.Â
You were less happy the next day when you watched this girl throw herself at Lando every chance she got. Right now, you were watching as she asked Lando how to show her how to hit the ball off the tee at the golf course where you guys were.Â
âYa know I went golfing with her two weeks ago, and she had a perfect swing,â Pietra muttered and you grimaced, watching Lando wrap his arms around the girl to guide her swing. It seemed like she would find a way to touch him no matter where you went. Up against him at dinner, clinging to him in the pool, leaning on him while you were watching a movie.Â
At this point your jealousy was flaring up and you were trying to keep your composure, especially because this girl had been nothing but nice to you. What made it worse was that Lando entertained it, accepting her advances right in front of you. Your mind replayed that almost kiss back in Spain and the way the two of you had gotten closer since that trip. It had seemed to you that something was changing in your relationship, but clearly not. The whole trip you felt like your heart was being ripped apart and you were starting to wonder if you needed to take a break from being around him until you could get over your crush.Â
Two nights before you were supposed to leave the group ended up at a club downtown as a pre-celebration for what you predicted would be a Lando win in Singapore. Rounds and rounds of shots were taken and you were dancing with Pietra on the dance floor trying to have a good time.Â
You briefly glanced back at the VIP section, and your stomach dropped. Mary was sitting on Landoâs lap, and you watched as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. Water instantly filled your eyes, and Pietra looked concerned before following your gaze. She looked at you with such sadness that you decided then and there that you were done.Â
Leaving the club you walked back to the Airbnb alone. You werenât sure if it was your drunkenness or just the emotional exhaustion of the situation but you started to get angry. Time after time, you were there for him and this is what you got back. It would be different if he had made it clear from the start that he wasnât interested but he didnât do that. He slept in your bed back in Monaco on nights like these, he spoiled you constantly with gifts, and you knew that he had told other drivers on the grid to back off from you, laying a claim.Â
God, you were so fucking over it.Â
You gathered all your stuff and threw it in your suitcase, calling for a cab to take you to the airport. You made it down the stairs just as Max was coming in. His face fell as he saw your bag.Â
"No y/n donât go,â he pleaded, and you shook your head, already feeling tears start to fill your eyes.Â
âI canât fucking do this anymore Max,â you said, voice cracking. âI have to protect my heart.âÂ
âYou know he loves you,â he said moving towards you to hold you. âEveryone knows that.âÂ
âIf thatâs true, why have I watched him with her this whole weekend? Why did I just watch him sit there when she stuck her tongue down his throat right in front of me,â you yelled and Max stayed silent. âExactly. I need some space to figure out how things can move forward between us.âÂ
Max helped you carry your bag outside and the two of you stood silently waiting for the car. Just as it pulled up, Lando walked up to the house, alone.Â
âY/N!â He called out, not seeing your suitcase yet. âWhereâd you run off too? I was looking for you.âÂ
You turned around and his eyes widened seeing your tear stained face, his gaze flickering down to your bag.Â
âWhatâs going on?â He asked hoarsely and you just shook your head turning back to get into the car before you started to sob.Â
âLet her go mate,â you heard Max tell him and you looked out the window to see him holding Lando back. The sight made you cry harder as the car finally drove off.Â
Landoâs POV
Watching the car disappear down the street, Lando turned to Max, panic and confusion colliding in his mind.
âWhy is she leaving, Max? What the hell happened?â
Max let out a sigh, his eyes searching Landoâs face with a mix of frustration and pity. âMate, sheâs in love with you. And honestly, youâre in love with her too, even if you havenât figured it out yet.â
Lando froze, the weight of Maxâs words hitting him harder than he expected. He thought of all the moments he spent with youâthe late-night talks, the shared laughter, the comforting silence. He thought about how heâd let Mary get close, but each time she reached for him, a nagging feeling crept up inside him.
She isnât you.
The thought was so painfully clear now. It didnât matter how kind or fun Mary wasâshe wasnât you. And suddenly, he realized why none of it felt right.
âI need to go,â Lando said suddenly. âI need to go to the airport.âÂ
He took off down to the main street hailing a cab but when he finally got there, you were gone.Â
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You skipped the Singapore GP. You didnât even watch it on tv so you didnât know why everyone was wondering why despite winning, Lando looked miserable standing on the podium.Â
He had texted you a million times begging you to call him but you declined the call everytime. You were trying to move on. Youâd started running again in the mornings, working out of coffee shops, and hanging out with your girlfriends. Basically you were doing everything in your power to not think of him; and it worked until 10pm each night. Then you were miserable.Â
It was two weeks after Singapore when you heard knocking at your door one evening. You werenât expecting anyone so you were especially surprised to see Oscar standing on the other side of your door. Considering he didnât live in Monaco, you didnât really know what to say, just stared at him silently.Â
âMay I come in?â He asked politely and you nodded, stepping aside to let him through. âNice apartment.â
âThanks,â you replied following him into the living room. âWhat are you doing here?â
He settled down on your couch, motioning for you to join him and you sunk down on the other side.Â
âI need you to tell me what happened when you and Lando were in Portugal,â he said slowly and you immediately looked away.Â
âIt doesnât matter,â you mumbled, playing with your hands.Â
âIt does matter,â Oscar insisted. âItâs okay if you finally rejected him but I need to know how to fix him.â
Your head snapped up, âI didnât reject him Oscar. He basically rejected me.âÂ
âThereâs no way,â Oscar said, shocked and you told him everything that had happened from you flying to Spain for him to him making out with that girl at the club.Â
âTrust me when I say that Iâm not trying to invalidate your feelings, but I feel like this is a big misunderstanding,â Oscar said and you rolled your eyes. âHe is so in love with you y/n. All he does is talk about you.â
âThen why did he never tell me!â You said, voice rising. âIâve been there the whole time Oscar, and he has never said anything. I want to be with someone who isnât afraid to love me.âÂ
Oscarâs heart broke at your words, knowing you were feeling this way.Â
âI came here y/n, because he is a mess without you,â he said. âIâve never seen him like this and itâs starting to affect his racing so Iâm begging you to at least think about talking to him.âÂ
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You would have thought that Lando would stop texting after a while but he didnât. Every morning he texted you âgood morningâ and gave you updates on his day even though you werenât responding. His plan seemed to be to slowly chip away at you until you were ready to come back and unfortunately it was working.Â
Brazil was the next race that your friend group was attending and you went back and forth on what you should do before finally deciding to book a flight. Max must have told Lando because you immediately were notified that your flight had been upgraded and your hotel had been booked.Â
Because of a work event, you werenât going to be able to get there until Saturday night and probably wouldnât see Lando until qualifying or after the race. You joined Max and Pietra on the track, bright and early on Sunday morning and you were wondering how Lando would survive with it being this early in the morning.Â
Oscar gave you a big hug when he saw you and you could tell he was incredibly relieved that you were there. Qualifying was 20 minutes away and you heading towards the Paddock club when you turned a corner and were immediately wrapped up in two arms. Inhaling his familiar scent, you relaxed into his touch.Â
âI missed you so fucking much,â he said into your ear and you hummed in reply. You were still unsure about pretending like nothing ever happened. He pulled back to look at you and his excitement was contagious, pulling a small smile out of you.Â
âWeâll talk later okay?â He asked and you nodded. âI have a lot of things I need to say to you.â
He kissed your forehead before running off and you tried to keep your cool. Qualifying was good for him and you were feeling good about the race but a little nervous about the weather conditions.Â
Sitting with Max and Pietra in the paddock club the mood was very much anxious. Lando had been doing great until a red flag reset everything. He had fallen down because of pitting and you watched as he went off the track on that first turn, your heart sinking. The rest of the race was a blur and he finished in P6 which you knew would not go over well with him.Â
After the race, you felt hesitant heading back to the McLaren hospitality area. You werenât sure if heâd want to see you, especially in his disappointment. But as you lingered by the entrance, you caught sight of him. Lando was drenched, exhausted, and his usual radiant energy seemed dimmed. Still, he locked eyes with you, a faint smile managing to pull at the corner of his lips.
He walked over slowly, stopping right in front of you. âYou waited for me?â
âOf course I did, Lando,â you replied softly, feeling the gravity of the moment settle in. âI always do.â
He nodded, then glanced around at the crowded area. âCan we go somewhere⌠quieter?â
You followed him through the paddock until you found yourselves outside in a secluded spot overlooking the track. For a moment, neither of you spoke. Finally, Lando took a deep breath.
âI was an idiot,â he began, voice raw with honesty. âYou donât know how many times I replayed that trip to Portugal, thinking about what I couldâve done differently. I didnât understand how much it would hurt you⌠I was blind to everything but my own mess.â
You opened your mouth to respond, but he kept going, unable to hold back.
âYouâve been the best part of my life for years, and it took almost losing you to realize how much Iâd taken you for granted. Iâm sorry, y/n. I thought I was protecting you by not⌠admitting how I feel. I thought if I never said it out loud, maybe itâd hurt less. But I canât pretend anymore. I love you.â
Hearing those words, the walls youâd built around yourself began to crack, the anger and disappointment from before softening as you looked into his eyes.
âIâve loved you for so long,â you whispered and he gave you a soft smile.Â
âI know, Iâm sorry I didnât see it before.âÂ
When he kissed you, it was tender and full of all the unspoken words and missed opportunities between you. As you pulled away, you both smiled, feeling the weight of the past couple of weeks finally lift.
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i wish i hated you | max verstappen
pairing: actress!reader x max verstappen
summary: max has an open relationship but he starts falling for you, compromising his relationship and your reputation
fc: havana rose liu
warnings: so i know this is not technically how open relationships work however for plot purposes this is how i will portray this one specifically
a/n: this fic shouldnât have took me as long as it took me to write but whatever, max won in brazil after an incredible race and he deserves all the flowers đĽš
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Title: In Which Gojo Satoru Commits Regicide.
Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader (JJK).
Word Count: 0.7k.
TW: Mentions of Consensual Sex and Off-Screen Violence. I Am Coping, But I Am Also Pissed. Be Patient, I Beg of You.
Live Dove: Tender and Sweet.
Youâd been a little confused when Satoru came home uncharacteristically giddy in spite of the bitingly cold February weather, and a little more than confused when he said he had something to show you, took you by the arm, and teleported you out of your apartment entirely (after waiting for you to give your clear and enthusiastic consent, of course). You had no idea where he was taking you, but it only took a single second of whipping your head in either direction, a single glimpse of those awful bright yellow curtains and tacky eagle rug, to know where you were.
âSatoru,â you gasped, and his grin widened. âIs this the oval office?â
âThe one and only.â His voice was low and smug, his tone more than enough to prove that he already knew you like your surprise. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he swept the content the presidential desk in the floor with his free hand and lifted you onto its outer edge, placing himself in the space between your open legs as if brought there by a gravitational pull. You draped your arms around his neck, pulling him into a long, deep kiss as sweet as apple pie, or funnel cake, or other true symbols of American culture that were formed through a broad, grassroot endearment rather than a bunch of gross old men deciding theyâd look cool on a flag three-hundred years ago.
Reminded of gross old men, you pulled away with another sharp gasp. âBut, âtoru, what if he catches us?â
You had no problem with getting your back blown out by your loving boyfriend in one of the most sacred rooms in the United States, but if that lead-paint poisoned geezer happened to walk in (if he even could walk on his own, anymore), itâd totally ruin the mood. Satoru only laughed. âDonât worry, baby,â And then, flashing you a quick wink, âI made sure to clear the place out for us.â
âSatoru, you didnât!â
âGuess some fascists just canât handle their blunt force damage,â he said, shrugging. Suddenly, your expression dropped, and Satoru noticed right away. âWhatâs wrong, baby?â
âWell, itâs not that the racist, senile felon didnât deserve to have his skull caved in by a bisexual transgender man â since, yâknow, weâre both bisexual and transgender.â Satoru nodded, affirming the fact that you two were similarly transgender and also bisexual, which you were. âItâs just â now that misogynistic white supremacist who jerks off to Margaret Atwoodâs The Handmaidâs Tale every night before fucking his couch is going to be president, and that that kind of sucks too.â
âJames David Vance?â Â Satoru asked, refusing to use his initially and therefore highlighting how stupidly pretentious his name was. âYou think too little of me, sweetheart.â
Possibly for the third time, you gasped. âIs heâŚ?â
âMhm. Took care of him right before I came home, got him right as he was coming out of his filler appointment. Beat him to death with a copy of his own book and everything, after leaving it a one-star review on Goodreads, of course.â Again, he shrugged, but smile gave away his self-satisfaction. âItâs all in a dayâs work for the worldâs strongest and most politically active sorcerer, I guess.â
âBut, if that pathetic old man and his castrated lapdog are both dead, then whoâs the president?â
âCheck the news, baby.â
You fished your phone out of your pocket as Satoru sucked hickeys into your neck, obviously waiting until he had your full attention to go further. Again, you gasped. You were starting to lose count of how many times thatâd happened, so far. âAbortions and insulin are provided upon request and also free now?!â
âOh, wait, are they?â You turned your screen in his direction, and Satoru hummed in approval. Everyoneâs quality of life had gotten a lot better since your good friend, Nanami Kento, was placed onto the Supreme Court in the final days of Bidenâs term. âSick. Not what I was talking about, though â scroll down.â
You scrolled down, and gasped once more. Your throat was starting to hurt. âEveryone in the countryâs unanimously ellected the first female president?â
âNot just any female president,â he said, smirking and tapping on a trust-worthy article from a reliable and non-partisan source. âSay her name for me, baby.â
The final gasp you gaspt was the loudest and most gasp-like of all.
âHatsune Miku?!â
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okay but someone (you !!!) should write a cute little oneshot of that tik tok trend where you call logan your boyfriend (even though heâs your husband) and he is just not!!! happy!!! and all pouty about it !!!
ORRRRR (if not maybe both đ) one where Logan is your boyfriend and you call him your husband and he just melts and is so happy to be around you and in your presence
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ooh hi hi anon! Iâve seen this trend and itâs so cute to think about Logan being like âźď¸ about it - I did a little drabble for each scenario! I hope you like them! đ (and ahh, thank you so much!)
little games | logan howlett x f!reader
800 words | logan pov, fluff, possessive thoughts
After another long shift, your smile is all he needs.
Unable to help the tired curve of his lips as he hears your voice - the âhi honeyâ that you coo, from where you lean against the kitchen counter.
Phone tucked against your ear, a notebook and colorful pens splayed out in front of you.
âSound goods, Saturday is great. Listen, I gotta go-,â Your attention pulls from him, though his eyes linger as he crouches - working on the laces of his boots.
Standing, just as he hears the rest of your goodbye.
â-my husband just got home.â
He almost trips.
Warmth floods through him, a cock of his head as he wonders if he misheard.
But his senses always had been keen.
âMhmm.â You hum - as he slowly crosses the room. Coming up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist just as you wrap up your call.
Unable to help the tilt of his head - pressing his lips against your neck. Inhaling you, that pretty layer of scents that now linger in his home.
Something stirs, as he lets his mind run free.
âYep,â You squirm, your hand layering over his, âSee you then. Bye!â
He only gives you just enough space to twist yourself around. Still pinning you against the counter, his eyes darkened.
âHi.â You smile, tipping your lips up to his, âMissed you.â
Itâs murmured back, just as his mouth presses to yours. Sweet, when his tongue licks against your lip, his hands slipping up to cradle your jaw.
Letting himself imagine, for just a minute. Still quiet, when you pull away - the mark between his brow deepening.
Never one to beat around the bush, the words slipping before he can think too much about it.
âCalled me your husband.â He husks, âYou know that?â
He should catch that youâre not caught off-guard. That thereâs almost a guilty flicker in your eye, before youâre inhaling a breath.
Head tilting to match his. His eyes dropping to where your tongue peeks out to wet your lip.
âSorry, baby. Must have slipped up,â You shrug, shyly, âDid it bother you?â
The name curls in his chest, slipping around his ribs. Only adding to the flicker of desire, the soft warmth thatâs settled beneath his skin.
âNo.â He husks.
Dipping to kiss you again. Hips pressing flush, the curving ridge of his jeans indicating exactly how it made him feel.
âNot when itâs you saying it.â
Logan never really minds meeting the people you grew friendly with.
You attract them in a way he never did. Picking up the names of everyone in the apartment complex long before he does. The couple that live on the floor above. The old man and his dog three doors down.
Your hand patting his chest, as you stop to chat with an older woman at the base of the stairs.
âYou remember Logan, right?â You ask her, âMy boyfriend.â
And suddenly, he minds. Head whipping towards you so quickly his neck almost cracks.
Eyebrow arching as the women - Gladys - coos over them, the words petering out to white noise as he frowns.
âHusband.â Logan cuts in, gruffly - the gold glinting off his finger as he reaches out to shake her hand.
You giggle. Gladys only exclaims - and itâs all he can do to keep his jaw from clenching so hard his teeth crack.
A hand at your back, already guiding you towards the apartment before your goodbyes are finished. Backing you against the door the second itâs shut, as you blink up at him.
âTryinâ to be cute?â He asks - and he can hear the edge in his voice, âAnother one of your little games?â
Knows he hit the nail on the head when your teeth sink into your lip. Biting back a smile, as your voice pitches up.
âWhat do you mean?â
He huffs. Hands flattening against the wood - seeing how your eyes go wide as he leans in.
âCalling me your boyfriend.â Logan grits out, âWhen we both know how fucking eager you were to take my name.â
How wet it makes you, when he has you beneath him. Fingers entwined, a matching ring around yours.
Thereâs hunger in your eyes. His lips ghosting against yours - pulling away just as you lean to kiss him.
âUh-uh.â His head shakes, âWhat am I?â
You pout, but he only hums - expectant. Possessive.
Loganâs voice dropping low.
âCome on, baby.â He coaxes, âLemme hear you say it.â
Your scent blooms sweet, and he almost groans. Lets your lips press against his this time, your answer breathed out.
âMy husband.â
âThatâs my girl.â He smirks.
Kissing you soundly, then.
Already imaging how the cool press of his ring will feel when heâs got three fingers buried deep inside you.
Maybe then you wonât âforgetâ.
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you're here, that's the thing ËâĄË ࣪ - franco colapinto
summary: your boyfriend tries his best to make your schedules, as a racer and student, work - even when miles apart w/c: 900
a/n: it's finals season for me and i needed to write something self-indulgent as a break from cramming forgive me đ
Being a full-time student was one thing, but being a full-time student in a relationship with an extremely clingy boyfriend, who also happened to be travelling the world to race in Formula One, was a whole other challenge.
You and Franco had had some time to adjust to a long-distance relationship since you started dating, having such different lives, and managed to make it work for the most part. But now, with him having to wholly commit to his racing and finals season rolling around for you, it put a strain on your relationship that neither of you was ready for.
It was a strange paradox - the less free time you had outside of classes and studying, the less you were able to spend talking to him, and the more you wanted just to drop everything and fly to where he was. Your morning texts and voice message updates stopped being enough, and before you knew it you struggled to go longer than an hour studying without sending your boyfriend a message to whine and complain.
You were fully aware of how immature and irresponsible this was, but this awareness did little to stop you. And it didn't exactly help that Franco seemed to share the same sentiment, telling you again and again how hard it was for him as well, how racing seemed almost impossible without you there to cheer him on. It hurt, but the two of you just had to do everything you could to get through it - for you to focus on your studies and for him to try his best at racing.
All this came to a head one Sunday though, the afternoon before one of your final exams and - because of the time difference - the night before Franco's next race. Sitting in your dorm alone, surrounded by piles of textbooks, notes and scattered pens you felt a sudden jolt of vulnerability and before you knew it you were reaching for your phone.
"Can you call?" you typed quickly to your boyfriend, your eyes lighting up upon seeing the three dots begin moving almost instantly.
"My gosh, I was just going to ask you the same thing," he replied, and before you knew it your phone was springing to life with a call from him. Clicking accept, you couldn't help but smile widely at the sight of his face.
"Hi," you say, almost shyly.
"Hi baby, how are you?"
"Good," you pause, "stressed."
He nods understandingly, "You're holding up okay, hm? Taking care of yourself?"
"Of course, Franco," you laugh at his almost motherly concern, "and you?"
"Nervous, of course."
"Well, that makes two of us." You pause after speaking, for some reason this call is turning out less enjoyable and more awkward than you hoped.
"I'm sorry, I'm just really tired," you hear your boyfriend say and when you look up you can definitely see it, his eyelids half closing over deep, dark circles under them.
"Do you want to sleep? I have to study anyways."
You watch as he chews his bottom lip, thinking of what to say though once he finally talks his voice is small, almost like a confession. "But I wanted to talk to you."
"We are talking Franco, and we can talk tomorrow once you rest."
This doesn't seem to quell his worries though, his brows still knitted in thought. "I just feel so useless knowing that you're struggling and stressed and I can't even keep you company like I normally do."
You nod sympathetically until an idea pops into your head. "We can keep the call on, carry me over to your bed - you'll sleep and I'll study."
Even through the fatigue pulling him down, Franco nods enthusiastically, doing as you say. You watch him sink into the plush white bedsheets of whatever hotel he's in, and whilst you feel a little jealous at his ability to rest right now, you turn back to your desk and start pulling out your notes.
"You'll be okay," you hear him mumble.
"What do you mean?"
"With your exams," he smiles sleepily, eyes flitting as he watches you pick up your highlighters and pens, "you're the smartest person I know."
"I don't know how much that's saying, you didn't even finish high school baby."
"Hey! I was trying to be nice," he says, feigning offence though there's a soft smile across his face.
"You're right, I'm sorry," you laugh, "you'll be okay as well, with your race tomorrow."
"I hope so."
"I know so."
"I wish you were here," he sighs, looking at you earnestly and all you can do is give him a nod in agreement.
"But for now," you wave your pen to hint at the fact that you need to get back to cramming and he seems to get the hint.
"Right, right, you won't even know I'm here," he assures you.
And despite that, the entire night passes without you once forgetting it. Not that he's distracting or anything, in fact he falls asleep mere minutes after telling you that - leaving you to work peacefully for the rest of the night. Instead, his presence, even as he sleeps, even through a screen and halfway across the world, is enough. You find yourself smiling as you study because maybe having a long-distance boyfriend, even one as clingy as Franco, has been a blessing in disguise all this time.
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A bit of detective work
A continuation of this post, now separated so you don't have to scroll forever to get to the newest installment. Also: masterpost
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After escorting the Fentons back to their home, Batman, Wonder Woman, and Constantine mutually agreed it was best to stick around Amity Park for a little while. Constantine wandered off to look around on the civilian side, while Batman of course kept his promise to excuse Danny from school. Wonder Woman, also of course, kept with him. Sadly even as a very prominent member of the Justice League, well known to be one of the founders, somehow in situations like this it always took twice as long to get anywhere with civilians if he didnât have at least one other League member with him.
âHello, how can I help you?â the secretary asked with a forced grin as the two heroes entered the schoolâs front office.
âGood morning,â Diana said cheerfully, thankfully taking point. âIâm not sure who we should speak to, weâre here to excuse a student.â
âOh, you are?â The secretary looked unsure, glancing back and forth between the two heroes.
âYes, heâs currently marked with an unexcused absence, weâre here to change it to an excused absence.â
âRightâŚâ the secretary squinted up at them suspiciously. Or rather, up at Diana suspiciously. âWell, if you would just hold on one moment please.â The secretary picked up an old style land line and pressed a button. âPrincipal Ishiyama, thereâs a Mr. Batman and a⌠Ms. Wonder Woman here, they wish to speak about a studentâs absence.â The secretary made a few âIâm listeningâ sounds before hanging up. They turned their attention back to the League members. âPrincipal Ishiyamaâs office is just down that hall.â
âThank you!â Diana beamed at the secretary before walking confidently down the hallway, Batman at his side.
The inside of Principal Ishiyamaâs office is rather cramped,clearly intended pubescent children and not adults who keep such active lifestyles. Diana graciously sits in one of the austere, hard chairs. Batman chooses to remain standing.
âNow, whatâs this all about?â Ishiyama asked, eyeing Wonder Woman warily.
How odd, it was usually Batman that everyone eyed suspiciously.
âWeâre here about Daniel Fentonâs absence,â Diana started. She paused long enough for the principal to pull up the young manâs information. âThe investigation is ongoing so we canât give out any details, but last night we rescued Danny from kidnappers. He has been returned to his parents, but for obvious reasons he will not be back in school today.â
âAh, I see,â the principal said. She did not seem to see. âAnd you want his absence excused?â
âIf the police had come to you saying heâd been kidnapped,â Batman stated clinically.
âYes, right, of course.â The principal set about clicking a few things on her computer before returning her full attention to the heroes. âWas there anything else?â
It was almost refreshing how easy that had been. Normally Batman would have to lay out what he meant in excruciating detail and have whoever was with him repeat it before a civilian in half a position of power listened to him, outside of Gotham anyway. âDr. Madeline Fenton was upset not to have been informed of Dannyâs absence,â Batman stated.
Ishiyama flinched, âOh dear. Thank you for warning me, I shall look into that before they arrive later.â She rubbed the bridge of her nose.
âDr. Madeline Fenton also stated that everyone in Amity Park knows about the Ghost King.â
âGhost King?â The principal looked up in surprise, âWhat does heâŚ? No wait, ongoing investigation.â She side eyed Diana warily, then sighed as she looked back towards Batman. âLast year the Ghost King got out of his sarcophagus, we still donât know how, and pulled all of Amity Park into the Ghost Zone. Fortunately Phantom, along with the help of most of the town, managed to put him back in the sarcophagus.â
âWhy didnât you contact the Justice League for help?â Diana asked with a frown on her face.
âHow were we supposed to do that from inside the Ghost Zone?â The principal asked with a raised brow. âBy the time we were back in the real world everything was over and dealt with, aside from cleaning up all the damage his army of skeletons did.â
âAnd Phantom is?â Batman prompted.
âOut local hero, I suppose. At first he was a menace, but recently the good he does far outweighs the inevitable collateral damage.â
Batman leaned forward, looming over Ishiyamaâs desk. âAre you aware the Justice League has programs specifically meant to give support to minors doing hero work?â
âI was not, but considering Phantom is a ghost weâre not sure exactly how old he is. Either way, youâre here now.â
âYes, and we should speak with the mayor about the supervillain attack recovery programs the Justice League also has.â
Ishiyama smiled and nodded along, âThat sounds like a wonderful idea.â
Once out of the school and walking towards city hall, Diana turned to Bruce. âPhantom is a minor?â
âHe is described as appearing to be in his mid-teens, strangely no photos of him despite there being photos of other ghosts all over the residentsâ social medias and newspaper articles.â
âThat is odd,â Diana mused.
âThis whole town is odd,â Constantine said as he sidled up to them. âApparently getting sucked into, and I quote, the lime jello dimension by the ghost king is just another Tuesday here.â
âThe principal called it the Ghost Zone,â Diana supplied.
âA silly thing to call the Infinite Realms, but not the silliest name itâs been given over the eons. What I donât get is how Pariah Dark got bloody out for a day and not one single person noticed, that shouldâve been a huge event everyone even remotely sensitive to ĂŚther shouldâve felt.â
âYou believe someone intentionally hid this event?â Batman asked.
âItâs the only thing that makes a lick of sense, but that would take either someone scarily powerful or a group of very powerful people. And thatâs not even getting into the why.â
âPerhaps this cult wasnât the first to attempt to summon him,â Batman mused darkly. âSomeone chose to release him, and since Amity Park is already a ghost hotspot I can see why this is where theyâd choose to attempt such a thing.â
Constantine nodded along, âI was thinking the same thing. But it gets worse, no one in the JLD has heard or sensed a single thing about this town before today. Iâm thinking itâs less someone chose to cloak Pariah Dark specifically and more someone is cloaking the whole town and everything going on inside it.â
âThen how did whoever freed Pariah Dark know to come here for their attempt?â Diana asked, âHow did this cult know enough to use one of the residents as a sacrifice?â
âAinât that just the million pound question?â Constantine asked airily. âAlong with: how did they even get into the Infinite Realms to let the bloody tyrant out?â The group fell into silence, no one having an answer to that question. âSo, what next?â
âWeâre heading to the mayorâs office to make sure theyâre aware of Justice League resources that are available to anyone whoâs suffered from villain attacks,â Diana answered.
âDespite numerous attacks and complaints of collateral damage, not one request from Amity Park for villain attack relief,â Batman added.
âNow that is interesting,â Constantine said.
#dpxdc#danny phantom#dc comics#justice league#nenna writes#fanfic#also yes it seems we're going with the bamf fenton parents route#i still wanna do the other one with more eepy danny#but as always i am controlled by my muse#not the other way around
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So. My partner's estranged dad is a rich mother fucker who worked in the upper echelons of a a senior daycare and housing facility before he retired.
After he retired, he told my partner that he had been called in by his fraternity brother who ran the company that they had a bunch of money, and needed to decide it was going to do.
He was given two choices: Either the money would be used as bonuses for all of the upper management, including the ceo and my partner's dad... Or it could be used to increase the wages of the workers who drove the seniors to and from the daycare every day. He was told, and I quote: "And there's only one right answer, Dave."
They all got bonuses. And my partner's dad was so sheepish talking about it but never regretful. "I had no other choice" he said. "He told me there was only one right answer, so I gave it to him."
I just grateful I never have to talk to him again. That's just the beginning of a long line of horrors I've had to hear about that man.
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