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Devil's Corner || S.JY
racer!jaeyun x rival's sister!reader warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex, oral (f.rec), food play - lollipops, exhibitionism (kinda), terribly described racing scenes, mentions of past trauma, anything else lmk! wc: 18k synopsis: jaeyun goes by a lot of names - leader of the lucifers, your brother's biggest rival, the number one racer in the south&west, and your non-boyfriend. on his birthday, you go to the grit track to wish him luck, not knowing your relationship is going to change forever. a/n: hi! i am not officially back, i'm still taking a break but it would be so wrong of me to miss the loml's birthday (although i'm early) <33 this isn't exactly how i wanted this to turn out so i'm sorry if it's shit đźâđš anyway, i'll be back soon hopefully bc it's almost my one year anniversary. comments/feedback/reblogs are all appreciated and i love you all so much! happy jake day when it comes <3
âYou know I canât be here, Ireh,â you say, casting a wary glance around. âIf Yeonjun sees me, heâll lose his mind.â
âWill you just relax for like half a minute, please?â Ireh sighs, her voice tinged with lighthearted frustration as she tugs you closer to the grit track, the sound of revving engines growing closer. âHeâs probably busy preparing for the race. You know how seriously he takes this.â
You dig your heels into the ground, stopping both of you in your tracks. âGirl, please be serious. Weâre practically on the track! He could spot me in a heartbeat.â
Avoiding your older brother isnât really in your nature; youâve always been inseparable. You and Yeonjun are like two cubes of ice that no matter how much you whack them, they stay glued together. He always protects you, teaches you the ropes on how to navigate life even though there is only 3 years between you, and you would probably class him as one of your best friends.Â
Yet, he never wants you to come to his races.
Yeonjun is one of, if not the best illegal drag racer in the city. Heâs built respect around his and his crews name - Thursdayâs Children - TC for short. Initially, he loved bringing you along to the races, but that quickly changed the moment you caught the attention of the one rival he despises.
Ireh turns to you, exasperation etched across her features as she crosses her arms. âSo, do you want to see your boyfriend or not?â
âHe is not my boyfriend, Ireh,â you retort, huffing the words out for what feels like the millionth time. But she isnât wrong - you are here to see the boy, and though typically you wouldnât risk coming to the tracks and getting caught by Yeonjun, thereâs a reason for the risk tonight.
âOh? So what do you call a guy youâre so hopelessly in love with that youâre willing to betray your brother and sneak behind his back?â she counters with a teasing lilt in her voice. âBecause you wouldnât do that for a casual hookup.â
Thatâs also the kicker of this whole thing; since that day when you bumped into Yeonjunâs rival and the ban was put in place so that you never have to come into contact with himïżœïżœyouâve actually been seeing him almost every day for the past seven months. Your boyfriend who isnât your boyfriend? Thatâs Sim Jaeyun - the leader of The Lucifers, and your brother's arch nemesis.
It makes you recoil every time you think about betraying your brother, especially when someone slaps you over the face with it so blatantly the way your best friend does. Itâs worse because as much as you downplay the relationship, you canât deny that there is something so real between you both. As soon as you met him, you were instantly drawn to him - like a moth to a very dangerous and reckless flame.
To be honest, you vowed to stay away from any and all racers. Each of them is arrogant and too prideful, your brother included, but the more you spoke with Jaeyun, got to know him and all his quirks, you realised quickly that heâs the exception.Â
Jaeyun is ripped straight from the pages of a romance book. At first glance, with his sharp smirk and the swagger that comes with being one of the cityâs top drag racers, he gives off that classic fuckboy vibe - a bit reckless, untouchable, with that unbothered arrogance he uses to get under other crewâs skin. To a lot of people, heâs just the arrogant leader of The Lucifers, quick to brush off his competition like theyâre nothing.Â
But thatâs only half of who he is.
When itâs just the two of you, you get to see a side of Jaeyun that he guards closely - trusting you with something he doesnât share with the world. Heâs patient and tender, his words soft and careful, and itâs almost startling how different he can be. Heâs not performing or putting up walls; heâs just there with you, completely and wholly, in a way thatâs so real it takes your heart a minute to stop making more space for him. If you were to say this to anyone else that knew him, or of him, they would laugh in your face - and Jaeyun would deny it in a heartbeat.
It wouldnât be fair to say he hides his ârealâ self from others because being the racer everyone perceives is also part of him. The intensity he brings to the track is genuine - itâs a part of his soul, heâs clearly passionate about it, loving the thrill and heat that comes from burning some rubber and shouting a big fuck you to his opponent. But with you, Jaeyun allows himself to be something more. He only shows the loverboy side of him in your company, being with you gives him a moment to embrace a side of himself that he sometimes forgets about.
Of course, heâs still cocky and boastful - heâs allowed to be; heâs really fucking good - itâs the main reason why he and Yeonjun are rivals in the first place. While TC rules the North and East of the city, The Lucifers hold ownership of the South and West, but both of them want to be on top - the best in the city, not just their turfs.
In Yeonjunâs eyes, the only one who could be deemed better than him is Jaeyun, and thatâs a bitter pill to swallow. So he wonât swallow it, heâll use it as motivation instead, to beat Jaeyun in ever way possible.
Shifting your focus back to Ireh and ridding your mind of the thoughts of the leaders, you shake your head and let out the fakest laugh you think youâve ever heard spit from your mouth. âIn love with him? I am not in love with him. Weâre just, seeing one another, casual, yâknow?â
Ireh holds that knowing stare on you as you stand there, your mind battling with itself like it usually does in moments like these, justification and excuses bubbling up. âListen, you can keep him as your ânot boyfriendâ all you want,â she adds with a smirk, âbut you know that label isnât hiding your feelings. Itâs written all over your face -Â even now.â
Youâre an open book, what your mouth doesnât say, your face certainly will and youâre more than sure itâs telling the story of your heart that you refuse to admit. For both your sake and Jaeyunâs.
âWhatever, letâs just go find him.â Rolling your eyes, you take her arm and lead her further into the pit of people.
Itâs heaving with racers, pit lizards, and those just looking to have a good time and smell the fumes. The floodlights guide you to the edge of the track while you thread your and Ireh's way through the crowd, moving closer to the edge, where you get a clear view of the grit track. Out of all the places Yeonjun and Jaeyun race, this track has a special place in your heart. Thereâs nothing too fancy about it, but it does have one element that outdoes all the rest; Devilâs Corner.
Devilâs Corner is infamous, a steep turn that has racers pushing their cars to the limit. They either conquer the bend or be conquered by it. Itâs a sharp, merciless curve that rises slightly before plunging down at a nearly impossible angle, leading straight into a narrow stretch and to the finish line. So many have tried to beat it or show off on it - youâve seen more than one car flip or crumpling like a smooshed tin can.Â
Luckily, both your brother and Jaeyun know exactly how to handle it, masters of their art being proven each time. You never have to worry about them too much when it comes to this track, theyâre usually way ahead of whatever chump tries to race them, but a little flutter of anxiety will always be there.
You squint against the harsh glare of headlights, raising a hand to shield your eyes as you scan the crowd. Among the bustle, you spot Heeseung and Jongseong leaning casually against a car with the devil printed crudely onto it, looking entirely at ease in the chaotic scene. Theyâre two of Jaeyunâs closest friends and crewmates, so wherever they are, heâs usually not far behind.
Heeseung is the first to notice you, nudging Jongseong with a mischievous glint in his eye as he shoots you a welcoming look. The two of them are more than just members of The Lucifers - theyâre practically family to Jaeyun, and in turn that makes them your number one hype men and the only others to know about your secret fling.
Squeezing her arm, you guide Ireh across the track and into red territory, smiling brightly and suddenly forgetting about the possibility of Yeonjun spotting you.Â
âHi, boys!â you greet them warmly, letting go of your friend to hug them tightly. âHow are you feeling?â Both of them have races tonight, though you could never tell with how nonchalant they both look. Going against TC always has higher stakes, but they donât seem fussed.
Jongseong pats your head and smirks. âWeâre chill, itâs only Gyu and Soobin, hardly competition.â
âWe are shocked to see you though, doesnât little Junnie usually keep you in a cage when it comes to TC Lucifer races?â Heeseung nips in.
âWell, I had to come and-â
âSupport the number one racer on his birthday,â a fading Australian accent interrupts your sentence, his hands gripping your hips and instinctively pulling you back into him, your ass pressing against one of your favourite parts of him.Â
Jaeyunâs touch is intoxicating, a magnetic pull that has you leaning back into him without a second thought, any anxiety about Yeonjunâs lurking eyes now vanished. His hands drift up and down your waist, lingering over the curves he knows so well, savouring the feel of the skintight dress youâve slipped into just for him. You can feel his gaze, possessive, admiring, and utterly absorbed into you as his fingers press against the sheer fabric at your sides, the warmth of his skin teasing yours through the thin material. He loves it when you dress up for him because he knows itâs only for him, not one of these other fuckers at the grit track gets to touch you the way he does, gets to see you the way he does.Â
Instinctively, he dips his head, his lips grazing your shoulder, trailing upwards in a slow, lazy path that sends a pulse straight to your core. His mouth follows the line of your neck, leaving a trail of heat that makes you feel like the two of you are alone in the world, past all of the noise and chaos around you. When he reaches your ear, he nibbles down and whispers, âHi, Princess.â Itâs a greeting as much as a claim, youâre his princess.
Youâre aware, somewhere in the back of your mind, that this is probably the most reckless thing you could do. Yeonjun could be here any second, his protective instincts would be kicking in if he caught even a speckle of Jaeyunâs hands on you. And yet, the thrill of it only makes you want to sink deeper into Jaeyunâs touch. He holds you firmly, his grip the only thing holding you up right now.
However, you need to let go, scared of the repercussions. Itâs bad enough youâre even on this side of the track, let alone in the arms of The Luciferâs leader. So you spin around, gathering your bones and standing upright, although they almost turn to jelly again as soon as you see him.
His hair is bouncy, parted down the middle with two strands falling effortlessly on his face, pointing straight to that perfect nose that youâve had the pleasure of riding one or ten times. His lips are curled up in a small smile, so subtle only you can see before it turns into a full-blown smirk, his kissable lips so inviting as he bites into his bottom one. You love his mouth, everything about it; how it looks, the way it tastes, itâs magical skills when itâs in between your legs, all of it.
âHappy birthday,â you murmur, smiling so fondly at him that you know Ireh is going to have something to say about it later.
âThanks. What did my girl get me?â he asks, leaning forward and ghosting his lips over yours, his bottom lip begging to be bitten and sucked on. Every time he calls you his girl, you swear you almost get down on your knees and begin to worship him.Â
Maybe youâre starting to see what Ireh and his friends mean about your non-existent label and what it should be.
You resist the urge to just devour him in a kiss as you speak. âI canât show you it right now, not here,â you tease, poking your tongue out to wet your lips.
âYeah? What if I ditch this race and we go somewhere that you can show me?â His voice is low and inviting, every word dripping with promise. Jaeyun leans down, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his eyes gleaming playfully. His hands roam up your back, his fingers pressing just hard enough to make you shudder, his nails grazing your skin ever so slightly - a subtle incentive to consider his tempting suggestion.
Before you can even nod, though, Jongseong clears his throat pointedly, a slight smirk tugging at his mouth. âActually, mate, you really canât skip this one,â he says in a language you canât understand, his tone heavy with meaning meant solely for Jaeyun.
Jaeyunâs grip loosens slightly as he pulls back, and you seize the moment to break from his hypnotic gaze, turning to face Jongseong with a raised eyebrow. âWhatâs so special about this race?â you ask, voice laced with curiosity. âWhatâs at stake this time, a car?â
High-stakes wagers are nothing new. Racers love to have some form of motivation and itâs not unusual for bets to involve money, cars, or something like territorial rights over parts of the city. And while you donât know exactly whatâs in play, the tension between Jongseong and Jaeyun suggests this isnât just any race.
âNot a car,â Jaeyun begins removing his hands from your waist, and just in time too, because over the racer's shoulder, you see someone walking over with raw fury and intensity over their features.
âWhat the fuck are you doing here, Y/N?â Yeonjun spits as he approaches, his aura red. The last time you saw him this angry was when you accidentally mistook his MSCHF boots as funky vases and put the tulips that Jaeyun had got you inside them. Of course, he didnât know they were from his rival, but you did just ruin his ÂŁ300 shoes.Â
Truthfully, they looked better as a vase.
Jaeyunâs hand still rests on your waist, firm and possessive, but you reluctantly take a step back, putting as much space as possible between you. You will yourself to look unfazed and relaxed, praying Yeonjun hadnât seen Jaeyun practically dry-humping you just moments before.
Thinking on her feet, Ireh steps in, tossing a casual arm over Jongseongâs shoulder with a bright smile. âActually, itâs my fault, Yeonjun,â she chirps, doing her best to sound apologetic yet unbothered. âI wanted to see Jongseong race, and I dragged Y/N along for moral support.â Her voice drops, filled with mock affection. âWeâre dating.â
Everyone looks confused except Ireh, who is putting all those years bluffing to her parents about her whereabouts in the middle of the night to the ultimate test. They are easily fooled, but Yeonjun is not.
Glancing down at his âgirlfriendâ, Jongseong wears a look of uncertainty but alsoâŠhappiness? You always suspected his crush on your best friend, this just confirms it. Like breathing, he slips into the role, slipping his arm around her waist and kissing her temple lovingly - heâs clearly taking this as an opportunity to be close to her.
Yeonjunâs lip curls as he looks Jongseong up and down with a mixture of disgust and disbelief. âSlim pickings around here, I guess. I didnât think youâd settle for a shit stain on the sidewalk.â
Jongseongâs easygoing expression hardens as he holds Ireh close, offended and possessive. âWatch your fucking mouth,â he growls, his tone a warning.
Amidst the brewing tension, Jaeyunâs hand sneaks to find home on your ass, his grip firm and reassuring. Heâs careful though, keeping his touch just out of Yeonjunâs line of sight, but you can tell he also doesnât care, not really. He would fight your brother in an instant if it wasnât for you asking him to keep it in check. No one ever tells Jaeyun what to do - not the authorities, not family, no one - but heâll make the exception for you.
âGet off our side, Yeonjun,â Jaeyun finally interjects and pausing the bickering, his voice low and steady, clearly unbothered by the confrontation brewing. He removes his hand from you and he regrets it almost the moment it happens, wishing he could glue himself to you and always feel your warmth.
âNot until I get my sister back,â Yeonjun retorts, the words hang thickly in the air as the rest of The Lucifers gather around.Â
Even the mere suggestion of you being taken away stirs something in Jaeyun, a slight tightening of his jaw, a flicker of protectiveness in his eyes. Now that he has you by his side, on his side both physically and literally, he doesnât like you too far away.
But Jaeyunâs lips twitch into a mocking smile as he crosses his arms and hides his true feelings, eyes never leaving Yeonjunâs. âTake her back then,â he scoffs, tilting his head with an air of nonchalance that only stokes the fire. He turns to you, smirking and hiding that beautiful boy you know behind the arrogance of himself. âIf thatâs what she wants.â
The ball is in your court and you hate when people do this to you - making you choose - and this is the worst choice of all. Jaeyun is giving you the opening to stand up for yourself, something heâs been slowly but surely trying to help you do throughout the seven months of seeing him, but itâs so much harder than he realises.Â
Betraying Yeonjun feels like tearing a piece of your soul away. The thought of hurting him, of driving a wedge between you twists in your gut. Itâs not easy to reconcile the love you have for your brother with the undeniable connection you share with Jaeyun.
As the silence stretches, you take a deep breath, your heart racing. You glance at Jaeyun with sorrowful eyes, knowing youâre disappointing him with what youâre about to do. You take a step forward and stand by Yeonjun, looking down shamefully. You donât dare look at the hurt in Jaeyunâs eyes.
And itâs there, only for you to see. He had truly hoped that this would say a big âfuck youâ and rid yourself of the shackles of Yeonjunâs overbearing brotherly role and claim the independence heâs been encouraging you to reach for.Â
In all honesty, he has been respecting your wishes and heâs content with that, but he hates to see you battling with it so damagingly. Your anxiety gets the better of you sometimes, your brain whispering insults and what ifs while Jaeyunâs lips are on yours,l. Itâs gotren so bad in fact that half of your secret meetups have consisted of you sitting in his lap while he strokes your back, whispering petal soft reassurances to calm you down from turmoil.Â
Not exactly a five star date.
In some way, he wonders if the weight of it all is pressing harder now because youâre both crossing into a deeper territory of emotions that you canât step back from.
âIreh, donât you dare bring Y/N back here again,â he warns your best friend, stepping in front of you, his way of protecting you but really heâs just locking you in the cage that he built. You can feel the heat of anger surrounding him and you feel ashamed. Not only are you in trouble but now your best friend is getting the blame for it. All because you canât tell Yeonjun the truth.
Jaeyun pokes his tongue in his cheek and laughs, shaking his head in disbelief. He doesnât say anything, but thatâs enough to make Yeonjun tense once again, narrowing his eyes.
âYou want to say something else?â your brother grits out, hoping that Jaeyun will bite his bait.Â
Yet, Jaeyun simply raises his hands in a gesture of mock surrender, a playful smile on his face. âNah, mate. Iâll save all my talking for out on the track, yeah?â The tone of his words is light but thereâs an underlying tension simmering as he stops himself from saying what he really thinks.Â
What he really wants to say is how fucking ridiculous it is to watch Yeonjun try to control not just your life but also those who have no obligation to bow to him. Itâs clearly a trait of his - one he canât get on board with.
However, the phrase âsave all my talking for out on the trackâ strikes you as oddly significant. You then suddenly remember Jongseongâs earlier cryptic warnings to Jaeyun about how he should stick around for the race and it all clicks into place.Â
Your eyes widen as you search Jaeyunâs expression for confirmation, but he remains locked onto Yeonjunâs fierce glare, the two of them engaged in a silent battle of wills.
Pulling at Yeonjunâs wrist, you draw his attention back to you, though his gaze never wavers from Jaeyun. âYouâre racing each other tonight? Why?â you ask, concern creeping into your voice.
Of course, itâs not uncommon for leaders of rival crews to face off in races; it happens all the time. But the stakes feel particularly high tonight, and a knot of worry forms in your stomach. They havenât battled it out since that night you met Jaeyun and that almost ended with Yeonjun crashing and Jaeyun turning upside down.Â
They have no limits when it comes to racing one another, and at the grit track, that can only mean bad things.
âBecause Jaeyun here decided he wants this track to himself,â Yeonjun explains half-heartedly.Â
The grit track is TC territory, placed technically within the east side of the city, but its location on the very edge of the west makes it up for grabs - if they can win it. For years, The Lucifers have wanted this spot, the leaders well before Jaeyun took charge could never do it. TC leaders make sure this is the one track theyâre masters at, no one is ever able to beat them on it.
Jaeyunâs smirk widens, and he steps closer, closing the space between them. âThe track belongs to whoever can handle it, not whoever sticks their name on it and hopes everyone just plays nice.â
âIâve been handling it, in case you couldnât see that,â he chides back, not appreciating the jab. âYour old leader Mingi couldnât handle it against me, thatâs the reason you became leader, right?â
Yeonjunâs smirk is cold, knowing that mentioning the former leader will get the reaction he wants from Jaeyun - and it does. Jaeyunâs easy smirk falters for a split second, his eyes darkening with a flash of barely concealed rage. Mentioning Mingi was a low blow, they both know it.Â
Mingi is Jaeyunâs best friend and the night he tried to stake claim on TC turf, he ended up crashing the car, paralysing his body from the waist down. In truth, itâs the only reason Jaeyun is standing in the position he is right now, and he hates that fact.
He always admired Mingi as a leader.
Jaeyunâs voice drops, dangerously calm. âSay his name again,â he warns as the muscles in his jaw tighten. âBut make sure you remember that if he hadnât crashed because of your pathetic excuse of a trick, he would have this track, easy.â
Yeonjunâs smug grin only widens, feeding off the frustration simmering in his rival. âIs that right? Funny, because as far as I remember, it wasnât foul play, he just couldnât handle Devilâs Corner, and we all know what happened after that. Or maybe youâd like a reminder?â
The tension is suffocating, an invisible line drawn in the dirt between them, and everyone around senses that one wrong word could send it spiralling out of control. Jaeyun takes a step closer, closing the gap so that theyâre nearly nose-to-nose. âYou better watch your fucking mouth, you know what you did.â
You donât know much about that night, neither of the men in your life wishing to utter a word about it, but all youâve gathered from the rumours is that there are two sides to believe; one in which Mingi was simply reckless on the corner, a freak accident due to his negligence, the other? Yeonjun and his crew planted a spike trail on the road that caused him to flip over and roll down the hill.Â
The rumours were never settled because the car took such a tumble that it eventually got engulfed in flames, the tyres melting and any evidence gone. Itâs one of the biggest mysteries amongst the crews and only TC will truly know the truth, not that they would ever admit it.
Do you think your brother could do such a thing? Not in a million years, but you also know his competitive streak can cloud his judgment. Either way, youâre nervous about his and Jaeyunâs safety tonight.
Yeonjunâs expression hardens, dropping all pretences of mockery. âProve it. I did fuck all, your pathetic excuse for a leader was just a shit driver that couldnât handle the heat.â
The words are enough to push Jaeyun to the edge. His fists clench at his sides, but before he can lurch forward and connect his knuckles with your brotherâs face, Heeseung pulls him back with a firm grip on his shoulder, speaking low and steady. âItâs not worth it, Jae. He wants you to lose it.â
âAnd I fucking will, the prick deserves it,â you hear him argue with his friend. Itâs moments like these you wish you could just walk over to him and settle his nerves. Not in the Joey King in Kissing Booth way with the cliche âlook at me, look at meâ vibes, but let him know that youâre there for him, that this urge to win and prove something might end up even more disastrous than Mingiâs fate.
While Heeseung and Jongseong tend to Jaeyunâs flaring temper, Yeonjun shifts his focus to you, his rebellious sister. âSeriously, Y/N, I told you to stay the fuck away from these races,â he has venom in his voice but thatâs still lingering from the spout with Jaeyun. Towards you, there is affection and concern, his usual feelings towards you.
âI justâŠIreh wanted me to come,â you lie, using the dark night and shadows from the floodlights to mask your growing nose.Â
âOkay, fine. You still should have said no,â he rebuts, suddenly giving you a quick glance over, âAnd why are you dressed like that? You never dress like a track hopper.âÂ
Itâs a little insulting, considering what you wear is none of his business, and that you actually do feel good in it.
You square your shoulders, meeting Yeonjunâs scrutinising gaze. âI wanted to dress up for once, alright? Is that such a crime?â you snap, your voice sharper than you initially intended. But something about his tone, so quick to judge, grates on you.
Yeonjunâs eyes soften just a fraction, and he sighs, running a hand through his hair. âLook, Y/N,â he begins, his tone shifting to something gentler. âI donât mean to give you a hard time. I just donât want you getting dragged into this, especially tonight.â His eyes flick to the track, the pits where engines roar to life, and the crowd of people buzzing with dangerous energy as they wait for the next race. âYouâre above all of this.â
A small pang of guilt tugs at you, but you hold your ground. âIâm not here to cause trouble, Yeonjun. Let me just stay to support you,â you lie again, stomach twisting as the truth sits, heavy and hidden.
Yeonjun narrows his eyes, not fully convinced but willing to let it go - for now. âAlright, but stay out of the pit. And if anything happens, you leave, got it?â
âGot it. Iâll keep my distance.â
Satisfied, he gives a brief nod, but as he turns back towards his car, guiding you over to the right side of the track, where you belong. You look back as you watch Jaeyun eye you up, saddened at your sudden removal, but expecting it nonetheless.
You guess youâll just need to see him once this is all over, and both of them finish this race safely.
You hope.
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The sound of engines revving fills the night air as you stand on the edge of the track, patiently awaiting Jaeyun and Yeonjunâs arrival. Your nerves are unsettled and your mind is very much being represented like that one scene in Spongebob where he forgets his name and the little sponges in his brain scramble for the answer.
Itâs been a long time since you felt this tense, you thought coming here and hiding would be the thrill of your night, turns out that was the most mundane - and unsuccessful part.
The crowd is bigger now, all revved up - no pun intended - for the race. The stakes are high, like really high and you canât imagine what the outcome could possibly be.Â
A thrill courses through the crowd, the anticipation tangible as Jaeyunâs car pulls up on the east side of the track - your side. While most of the TCs around you murmur, assuming heâs just trying to throw Yeonjun off, they couldnât be further from the truth. Jaeyunâs tactic isnât about intimidation; he just wants a final glance at you before the race begins, to see you in that dress that Yeonjun hates oh so much, and use it as motivation. He doesnât want to show off per say, but if youâre impressed, itâs a bonus.
The intensity in his eyes across the crowd is unmistakable, and when he whistles, a slight, beckoning tilt of his head makes it clear heâs calling you over.
You look around to see if anyone noticed, and once youâre convinced they havenât, you check your brother. Sure enough, heâs deep in conversation with his crew, oblivious as he checks his carâs setup.Â
Is it stupid to go over and risk getting caught? Of course. But Jaeyun has a persuasive smile and dreamy eyes to match. So the next thing you know, you take a deep breath, slipping through the sea of people, and make your way towards Jaeyunâs car. His smirk widens as you reach him, his hand already extended to brush your arm.
But you swat it away, half playfully, half serious. âWhat are you doing?â
âWhat?â he asks, eyes glinting with amusement. âCanât a guy get a good luck kiss from his girl?â
âJaeyun, are you fucking crazy? Look whoâs right next to you!â you hiss, gesturing towards Yeonjun, whoâs still unaware, thankfully. You really appreciate his attention to detail in these moments.
âPrincess, youâve been sneaking around and bouncing on my cock for seven months now. If he hasnât caught on by now, I doubt heâs going to. He probably doesnât even care.â He says it so easily, like all of this has just been in your mind and not a real threat.
âYeah? Tell that to the way he glared you down not two hours ago. Or did you miss the part where he wanted to tear you to pieces for even breathing next to me?â
Jaeyun barely flinches at the mention, a hint of a pout replacing his smirk. âCome on, itâs my birthday. Donât you think I deserve at least one little kiss?â
âDidnât you already use the birthday excuse to get me here?â you counter, eyeing him with a playful twinkle.
âThatâs for attendance,â he teases, leaning closer to you, practically hanging out the window just for a taste of you. âKisses are part of the package.â
Unable to resist the temptation in his eyes, you check over your shoulder one last time before leaning in, brushing your lips against his in what should be a quick peck for luck, but he turns into so much more.Â
Jaeyunâs hand slides up to cradle your cheek, his touch warm and possessive. His thumb brushes softly over your skin as he deepens the kiss, ignoring the chaos, this stolen moment is the only thing that matters. His fingertips, rough from years of racing, contrast with the gentle way he holds you, drawing you further into him.
His tongue sweeps over your lips and you canât help but groan and grant him access to your mouth, praying to the gods to get a taste of him. Youâre greedy for him, ravenous almost, and he mirrors your need. If he wasnât in front of at least one hundred people, including your brother, he would be dragging your pretty ass into this car and watching your tits clap in his face.
But then, like a bucket of cold water, reality hits as Jungwon steps between the two cars, flag poised for the start. You pull away reluctantly and savour the last few pecks Jaeyun plants on your puffy, lipgloss-smudged lips.Â
Yeonjun snaps to attention suddenly aware of your appearnce and his voice cuts sharply through the revving engines. âY/N! What the fuck are you doing?â he shouts, his tone edged with disbelief and frustration. âI told you to stay off the pit!â
You jump, instinctively retreating from Jaeyunâs side as you stammer out a response, just thankful that he didnât seem to notice how seconds prior you were getting your tonsils tangled with Jaeyun. âI was justâŠI was wishing you good luck!â You walk quickly, rounding Jaeyunâs car, trying to ignore the lingering sensation of the kiss. But Yeonjunâs face is a mask of exasperation as you approach his window.
âY/N, get back!â he orders, eyes widening as he glances at Jungwon, whoâs counting down without a care in the world.
Only then do you realise youâre directly between the two cars, and neither Jaeyun nor Yeonjun seems willing to delay the race.
âThree!â Jungwonâs deep voice booms, the crowd roaring as the tension builds.
Your feet feel glued to the ground, panic swelling in your chest. You know that chances of you getting hurt are slim, but youâve never been this close to the race, so close that you can feel the heat from their motors swirling your leg like those snakes on Lucy Grey.
âTwo!â
Jungwon raises the flag, ready to unleash it. The cars tremble with power, the engines growling, but your brainâs too scrambled to make a move. Jaeyun sees your tense frame and panics for you, scared of even a scratch on you.
âOne!â
Suddenly, you feel a jolt - a car door bumps against the back of your legs, and before you know it, strong hands grab your waist, pulling you backwards in a quick, fluid motion. You land on something soft, but before you even realise whatâs happened, Jaeyunâs arm reaches across to steady you in the passenger seat of his car.
âGo!â
With a salute to Yeonjun thatâs equal parts taunt and triumph, Jaeyun hits the gas, and the world blurs as he speeds off, leaving your brother gaping in stunned disbelief behind you.
The wind whips through the open passenger door as you scramble to sit upright, barely processing what just happened. You feel like youâre suddenly on a rollercoaster, the car's oomph causing you to stick to the seat like the Sticky Wall.
âCan you shut that, Princess? Youâre letting a draft in,â he smirks, too pleased with himself.
But all you can do is stare back, aghast. âWhat the fuck, Jae?! This is not funny.â
âItâs not, you could have got fucking hurt,â he tries to play it off as a joke but you hear the seriousness in his tone. When you look at him, you also see the slight fear in his eyes.
Jaeyun knows it was stupid to drag you into his car, but he panicked, what else could he do? All the possibilities swam across his mind like a reckless current. You could have gotten scratched up by the grit, swooped under the tyres with the sheer power of the accelerationâŠor worse.
Not all of these scenarios make sense, but the fear of losing you makes him think even the impossible. So if he can save you even from probabilities, then he will.
You reach over and such the door, the wind making it difficult as he rounds a corner. Once it clicks into place, you relax a little, breathing out. It happened in such a blur that you canât even figure out where on the track you are. All you know is that Jaeyun is first, and youâre stuck in this race whether you like it or not.
Without taking his eyes off the road or his foot off the accelerator, he reaches over you and grabs the seatbelt, fiddling with it awkwardly to secure you in. You hate to say that youâre looking at the veins on his hands as he unravels it, but you are. You could be helping him and saving him the struggle but itâs just too fucking delicious to look at.
That distraction is the only thing stopping your heart from leaping out of your throat.
âDid you really think dragging me into your car, going a million miles per hour and having to survive the grit track safer than me standing on the starting line?â you question him, disbelief and mockery in your tone.
Jaeyun furrows his brows and lets your words sink in. âWellâŠwhen you put it that way, itâs dumb,â he agrees, mentally cursing himself. âBut if you think about it, now your brother wonât pull any of his tricks. Not with his precious sister in the car.â
Now that embarrassment for his rash decision is turning into pride. Maybe subconsciously he pulled you into his car as a safety measure, after all, canât be too careful around a bunch of TCs; not when there is so much at stake.
âReally? Iâm a reassurance? What if heâs already planned something and youâve just brought me to my demise?â It hurts you that Jaeyun truly believes your brother is capable of dirty tricks, but then again, you donât have one hundred percent faith that he wouldnât pull something.
Jaeyun looks into his rearview mirror and sees Yeonjun hot on his tail, probably filled with enough fury to power his car without an engine. It makes Jaeyun nervous, both your words and Yeonjunâs gaining speed, but he masks it under a laugh.
âAt least we would die together. Whatâs that song? To die by your side-â
âIs such a heavenly way to die, yeah, yeah, itâs one of my favourite songs,â you admit, heart blushing that he even remembered it considering his playlists contain an abundance of Justin Bieber and other generic pop acts - heâs not really one to appreciate the Smiths. âBut I would rather listen to the lyrics than live it out, Jaeyun.â
âI donât see a double-decker bus,â he looks at you for a split second but itâs long enough that you see the teasing glint in his eye that masks his genuine concern, and weirdly, it puts you at ease. He would never let anything happen to you, you know that deep down.
You let out a genuine laugh and whack his arm playfully. âYou know what I mean, Jaeyun.â
âPrincess,â he intertwines his fingers with you, a chuckle escaping his lips, âI promise, okay? You will get out of this car in one piece.â Jaeyun kisses your knuckles and itâs both stomach fluttering and impressive how he can handle a car going 80mph and still have time to dote on you.
The romance doesnât last too long though, because he has to lock in and focus. Behind him, Yeonjunâs car looms closer, headlights glowing like the eyes of a predator. Heâs tailing Jaeyun so closely that any error, even a slight miscalculation, could end it all in a brutal collision. Jaeyun glances at his rearview mirror, catching a glimpse of Yeonjunâs face, fierce and determined.
He figured your brother wouldnât be in the best of moods with his act.
âYou think that little gapâs gonna stop him?â you mutter, gripping the seat as Jaeyun expertly rounds another bend, tyres squealing against the trackâs rough surface.
âNot a chance,â Jaeyun replies with a grin. âBut itâll take him a few seconds longer. Enough for me to play with.â
He shifts gears, feeling the engineâs deep growl as he powers down a straight stretch, his speedometer needle pushing higher. Yeonjun matches his pace, but Jaeyun, ever the strategist, swerves slightly, throwing up a cloud of grit in his rivalâs direction. The dust storm is thick enough to obscure Yeonjunâs vision momentarily, forcing him to fall back by a hairâs breadth.
Jaeyun accelerates, barely missing a pile of tyres on his right. Just as he slips past, Yeonjun veers to the inside lane, attempting to pass on Jaeyunâs left. The cornerâs coming up fast - a sharp, unforgiving turn with no forgiveness if they misjudge. Jaeyun catches on immediately, not giving Yeonjun the satisfaction. With a calculated flick of the wheel, he forces Yeonjun to either fall back or risk veering straight into the barrier.
Yeonjun, however, isnât about to let him off easy. He falls back just enough to avoid a crash but quickly cuts to Jaeyunâs other side, inches away, daring him to swerve first. Their cars glide nearly side-by-side, matching each otherâs pace in a tense, furious dance.
Itâs so scary, being in the passenger seat of a car thatâs almost buckling under the pressure of how fast itâs going. Of course, you knew this was not going to be like overtaking someone on the M8, but you sure as fuck didnât expect this. The world is flying by you so fast that you canât begin to comprehend how either of them even drives like this.
Your brotherâs car pulls up beside you both and making eye contact with him is the worst thing in the world you could do.Â
âY/N, what the fuck?!â you lip read, unable to actually hear him over the roar of the engines. He blames you so easily -Â even if it is 60% of your fault because you answered Jaeyunâs beckon - but it still makes you a little mad.Â
Did you want to be dragged into this? Absolutely not. All you wanted was to kiss your pretty non-boyfriend good luck on his birthday, you didnât need all these dramatics with it; you get enough fireworks in your belly from his pretty mouth alone.
The sound of the engine thunders louder, Jaeyun accelerating and pushing his car beyond its threshold as he glides through the race. Itâs all pretty intense - and oddly fun - but itâs not about to be in roughly one minute.Â
âDevilâs Cornerâs up,â you murmur as if Jaeyun even needs the reminder. But he only nods, that familiar smirk dancing on his lips, a spark of something almost wicked in his eyes.
âI know,â he says with a determined grin, shifting gears smoothly as he sets up for the turn. âThis is where your brother wonât risk it. Heâs too careful with the track; itâs got him wrapped around its finger.â
âEveryone is careful around this part of the trackâŠâ you half express as a statement while also hinting that it could be a question, inquiring what Jaeyun could possibly do next.Â
Your trail-off sentence steals his attention and he sees the query in your eyes. He inhales deeply before addressing the elephant in the car youâve somehow given birth to.Â
âPrincess, do you trust me?â
âOf course, itâs the track I donât,â you confess.
âMe either, but I gotta pull all the punches here; for the track, for the LucifiersâŠfor Mingi.â His voice cracks a little as he thinks of his friend, and the damage it caused him.Â
Jaeyun's gaze hardens, fingers gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles whiten, as though heâs holding not just the car but every ounce of the Lucifierâs pride and promise heâs made as their leader. His mind is as sharply focused on Mingi as it is on the wheel, almost as if his friendâs presence is woven into every inch of the track ahead. Thereâs a weight he feels, a determination to make his best friend proud, to take the track that cost Mingi so much.
"Trusting me means sticking it out," he adds, almost like a dare. âYou ready?â
You swallow, nerves bubbling as you nod, barely managing a steady breath. âJustâŠdonât do anything stupid, okay?â But even as you say it, you know Jaeyunâs already got a strategy, one as risky as it is relentless. He could fucking kill you right now and yet, youâre ready to put your life in his hands, because you know heâs never going to snap it.
Kind of like your heart.
Ahead, Devilâs Corner yawns open like a waiting trap, and Yeonjun knows it. You can feel the weight of your brotherâs stare from the other car, his eyes sharp with worry and rivalry. Heâs fought this corner countless times and knows that going at it full throttle will never end well. You catch the fleeting look on Yeonjunâs face - a mixture of fear, anger, and an unspoken warning. Heâs petrified for you, not knowing how far Jaeyun will go to secure the win.
Yet, you couldnât be calmer.
âHold on, yeah?â Jaeyun instructs and you immediately obey, watching as the dial hits itâs peak, his car flying even further in front of Yeonjunâs.
âYou need to slow down, JaeâŠâ you warn.
âHow about you put that trust into action yeah?â he snaps back, though his anger isnât directed at you, heâs just nervously tense. Who wouldnât be in a situation like this? So you donât hold it against him. If anything, it just makes you want to take his hand in yours and offer him some semblance of comfort.Â
But that would be silly right now considering thereâs a death corner with you and his name on it.
As Jaeyun steers into Devilâs Corner, the entire car seems to tighten, every movement rippling through you as though you were an ant, squashed under the tyre. The pressure outside is immense, like a wall of wind trying to shove the car off the road. Inside, itâs nearly as suffocating, the tension compressing everything around you, even your heartbeat syncs with each vibration of the engine.
The curve is sharp - even sharper than youâd realised watching from the stands - and you feel the pull of gravity as Jaeyun doesnât so much follow the turn as he cuts through it, daring the edge. Gravel spits and clinks against the sides of his precious baby.
Yeonjun is somewhere far back, but you canât even think about him or his safety. The only thing consuming your mind is Jaeyunâs grip on the wheel and the creeping dread and exhilaration fighting for space in your lungs.
Squeezing your eyes shut, you convince yourself that itâs less scary to face it if you canât actually see it - using the âif I canât see you, you canât see meâ childlike tactic to feel brave. And in the midst of it all, as the car feels like itâs on the edge of its control, you hear Jaeyunâs voice over the noise - a steadying presence cutting through as he senses your apprehension.
âNearly there, Princess,â he mutters through gritted teeth, his jaw clenched and his heart holding still within his chest. Although heâs fighting the battle of fear and hope inside of him, his voice anchors you just enough to brace yourself.
The car rockets through the tightest part of the bend, wheels practically skating on the track's very edge - the same edge that caused Mingi his loss of legs. You grip onto whatever you can as Jaeyunâs knuckles whiten, his hands firm and controlled on the wheel. The tension in the car mounts like a coiled spring ready to snap, the corner pulling both of you, testing how far it can go before either you or the car breaks under pressure.
At last, you feel the tail end of the car swerve slightly as Jaeyun gives just enough leeway to keep control, and you can sense him gaining ground, just barely escaping the grasp of the turn. Devilâs Corner spits you both out onto the straight stretch and for a heartbeat, thereâs only the muted sound of your breathing, mixing with Jaeyunâs, heavy and relieved.
Finally, you open your eyes to see the road unwinding ahead, straighter, safer, and almost welcoming after the chaos of the corner. Your pulse is still racing, but the danger feels like itâs finally behind you - or so you hope. Jaeyun throws you a quick, side-glance, his usual cocky smirk returned but softer, almost a silent acknowledgement of the risk he just took with you by his side.
He doesnât need to say anything, but as he shifts gears, pressing down harder on the accelerator to widen the gap between him and Yeonjun, his smirk says it all: That was for Mingi, and for you.
Once he sees the finish line in sight, he breathes out and slaps the wheel harshly. âFuck, yeah!â he hollers, a shit-eating grin plastered all over his face, victory secured and only a long stretch away.Â
âHoly fuckâŠâ you breathe out, chest heaving and eyes glued to the road in front of you.
âAnd you doubted me,â he feigns an upset pout and tilts his head in your direction.
âWell, you still have Yeonjun to deal with.â The reminder of your brother fast approaching doesnât rock him, instead, he laughs.
Shaking his head as if Yeonjunâs trailing position is as much of an inconvenience as a bird shitting on his windshield, Jaeyun places a hand on your thigh and squeezes. âHeâs still there because I let him be there. Canât humiliate the guy completely yâknow? Heâll be my family in the future.âÂ
Your mouth opens as you process his words, unsure if he even realises what he just said. Itâs a pass-away promise of commitment, and considering you arenât even officially dating, you would say itâs thrown you off of Everest and has your mind tumbling down after your body.
Itâs probably best to bring it up later though, you donât want to throw him off, especially considering heâs still going 50mph.
He smirks and revs the engine once more, pushing the car just shy of its limits. âWhy so worried? Iâve got a perfect record of keeping you safe, donât I?â He raises an eyebrow at you, his voice laced with that familiar teasing tone.
âOh, you mean the âperfectâ record that almost just got me toppling over into the ditches of Devilâs Corner?â You roll your eyes, but a smile creeps onto your face.
âYouâre alive, arenât you?â he grins, then he pulls his attention fully to the finish line up ahead. Itâs close enough now that the crowd is visible, and he salutes them with a quick flick of his hand.Â
God, heâs so hot when heâs like this. How lazily arrogant his entire racing persona is. You adore his softer side, of course you do, but this side of him gets your own motor running.
Yeonjun, however, isnât ready to concede. He surges forward, lining up beside you both in a final, determined push, his car engine roaring with a fury that sends chills down your spine. You see him shoot a glare, not just at Jaeyun, but at you as well. But Jaeyun merely returns the look, cool and unbothered, and then, with one final roar of his engine, he edges past the line first, a triumphant laugh escaping his lips.
Jaeyunâs car barrels across the finish line with a triumphant howl from the crowd, cheers blending with the echo of his engine as he cuts through the air, a living victory. The thrill radiates off him; he punches the air, letting out a victorious whoop as his foot remains steady on the accelerator. He finally glances over at you, his face alive with pure elation, his cocky grin fully in place. But instead of slowing down, he maintains his speed, the wind whipping through the car as you look back at the receding crowd.
"Wait - where are we going?" you ask confused, looking back as you pass by everyone and leaving them in the wake of victory.
Jaeyun flicks his gaze over, eyes dark with both mischief and longing. âI donât know if youâve forgotten, Y/N, but you still owe me my birthday present,â he says hick and low, each word like a steady drumbeat against your pulse.
You raise an eyebrow, trying to keep your own voice steady. âDonât you want to celebrate with everyone? You just won the Lucifers the grit track and Devilâs Corner.â
He lets out a laugh, deep and incredulous. âCelebrate with everyone else? Princess, Iâd be out of my mind to spend one more second without seeing what you have for me. I would be fucking insane, actually.â He eyes you hungrily, already imagining all the possibilities under your dress or up your sleeve. His tongue brushes his bottom lip in a glazing swoop, a promise lingering in his gaze that leaves your cheeks feeling warmer than they should.
He shifts gears, and you glance back to see the track and the crowd becoming distant figures in the rearview mirror, your brother among them. âBesides,â Jaeyun adds, leaning closer as he cuts through the night, âDo you really wanna see Yeonjun right now?â
â...No.â
âGood, then trust me.â
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The car halts, tyres crunching over gravel as you take in the scene before you. Below the dark sky, the city sprawls out like a tacky but beautiful Christmas night with glittering lights, each window and streetlamp reminiscent of a fairy light. Below, the river carves an almost silver line through it all, shimmering under the moonlight. Itâs too beautiful for you to describe and give it the credit it deserves.
Jaeyun doesnât speak at first. His hand finds yours, fingers slipping through as he releases a slow, steady breath. He wasnât aware how badly his muscles were suffocating his bones until now. His thumb brushes over your knuckles, an absent yet soothing gesture, and he finally lets himself relax, the hard lines of his jaw softening as he looks at you. The moonlight catches his features, highlighting the relief etched on his face - a look so different from the racer who stared down Devilâs Corner only 20 minutes ago.
For a moment, you both just sit there, silently letting the thrill of the night settle. You turn to him, sensing his guard finally lowered, his eyes holding something warmer, deeper than his usual confident smirk.
âItâs so pretty here,â you murmur softly, nodding towards the city.
âYeah,â he murmurs, bringing your lips to his hand and kissing your knuckles softly, the tingle from the spark shooting all over your body. âIâd say the view is pretty fucking perfect.â
A blush creeps on your face, his eyes glued onto you as he mumbles the words into your skin, each syllable fluttering to your heart. Of course, he means you. He has seen this exact city view a million times, often coming up here after races to cool off and regather himself.Â
Itâs the first place he drove to once he heard about Mingi.
Itâs the first place he drove to once he met you.
Itâs the first time heâs shown someone this spot.
Letting go of your hand, he quickly offers you a small smile before undoing his seatbelt. âCâmon, let's get a closer look.â
With that, you follow him and you both settle against the hood of the car, your shoulders brushing as you take in the sprawling lights below, wrapped in the quiet of the moment. The city glows, pulsing like a heartbeat, life so obvious yet subtle. You tilt your head toward him and nudge him softly.
âSo,â you say, half-smiling, âhow does it feel?â
âWhat?âÂ
âWinning the grit track.â
He shrugs, and his gaze becomes distant, falling somewhere into the night. The silence stretches on, but itâs comfortable, the cityâs buzz helping to fill the contemplative silence between words.Â
âI donât care,â he murmurs, surprising you into a pause.
âWhat do you mean?â you ask, caught off guard. After all, this entire night was about winning the territory, claiming a stake over it and expanding the Lucifersâ ground. It sounds like a shitty action movie on Tubi now that you think about it, but that really is what the crews strive for. So for Jaeyun to say he doesnât care, when he did what his past leaders couldnât, throws you for a new one.
âThe trackâŠhe can keep it,â Jaeyun says with a dismissive wave, almost as if heâs letting go of a heavy burden. âIt was never about winning a stupid bit of dirt road.â He pauses, biting his lip as he searches for the right words. âI wanted to prove that TC had something to do in Mingiâs accident.â
The words leave his mouth in a rush, and you feel the weight of his pain and loyalty colliding in that confession. Jaeyunâs gaze stays trained on the city, brow furrowed, his jaw set, the ease on his bones only lasting the skip of a jump rope.Â
He truly believes that Yeonjun was involved - that he orchestrated some plan to knock Mingi out. Youâve seen Jaeyunâs loyalty; you know Mingi is more than a friend to him, practically family, and Jaeyunâs heart has no room to consider the idea that Mingi couldâve justâŠlost control.
You scoot closer, placing a gentle hand on his arm, sensing how vulnerable this confession has left him. âLook, Jaeyun,â you start, hesitating. âI donât believe my brother would do something like that. But just because you made it through Devilâs Corner safely this time doesnât rule out anything, yeah? Thereâs still a chance he had nothing to do with itâŠbut maybe he did.â
He looks at you, contemplation written in the lines around his eyes, but doubt remains.
âI just canât accept that it was some accident, you know?â he finally says, his voice tight with frustration. âMingi was solid. The guy could practically drive in his sleep, and suddenly he spins out there?â His shoulders tense as he talks, each word laced with an anger born of grief and unresolved questions. He wants answers, and you sense how deeply heâs embedded in this conviction.
âOkay, so what ifâŠâ You hesitate, not truly believing the words coming out of your mouth right now, but knowing Jaeyun needs something to hold onto his faith in Mingi. âWhat if Yeonjun did have something to do with Mingiâs accident? He could have been planning it tonight but called it off because I was in the car with you?âÂ
Biting the inside of his cheek, Jaeyun lets out a harsh laugh, but itâs not at you. âThen I could have got you fucking hurt, and what kind of man does that make me?â
Itâs as if any reasoning or justification for his actions has suddenly all surged to his mouth and left a bitter taste, one that he finds hard to coat over with some mints. In his mind, he convinced himself for the moment that he was saving you, but in actuality, maybe he was just protecting himself.Â
He could have lost you.
That though makes him stand up and walk closer to the cliff edge, not enough to cause you alarm, but enough that indicates heâs in the need of feeling free from his mind.
And thatâs something you can definitely help with.
Pushing yourself off the car, you reach out to him, lacing your arms around his waist as you hug him tightly from behind. Instantly, he cups your linked hands in his and melts into you, closing his eyes in relief as you kiss his back ever so gently.
âWe canât know what happened that night, Jaeyun, no one ever will. But itâs also not your battle.â
âBut I-â
âNo. End of story.â You twist him around to face you, your hands dipping your hands into his back pockets. âMingi and Yeonjun raced that night, the outcome was what it was, and we have to move on. The longer we sit in the past, in this mindset of what if and what could have been, you prolong everyoneâs pain, especially yours. And I wonât sit back and watch you do it.â
Itâs tough, and you wish you could have laid it all out a little more prettily, but a dagger of truth wonât sink into skin if itâs covered in padding and fluff.Â
Jaeyunâs eyes portray a man trying to will himself to argue with you, that fight for his friend still very much alive. Yet, he knows youâre right. He isnât helping himself by wallowing in the past, heâs only hurting himself and creating a deeper hole in his chest, one that is consuming him alive.
But no one has told him to get the fuck over it. Not until now.
âI know for a fact that Mingi does not want you dwelling on it, especially not tonight. You won the grit track, Iâd say heâll be over the moon with that, wouldnât you?â
The last nudge is enough to make Jaeyun nod, a small smile creeping on his face. âYeah. I saw him before the race and all he asked was âdonât fucking die and get us that trackâ.â
âSee? You achieved both of those requests, I would say thatâs worth celebrating,â you grin widely up at him, relieved to see his jaw loosen and shoulders unravel themselves. âItâs also your birthdayâŠwhich is another reason to celebrate.â
Jaeyun checks his watch and sucks in a breath, his playful demeanour slowly coming back to the surface, much to your delight. âItâs actually past my birthday now.â
Widening your eyes, you drag his wrist to your face, reading the clock's arms as they disappointingly read 12:04am. The sadness is plastered all over your face, your eyes looking glassy due to both regret and the cold wind nipping them.Â
Jaeyun immediately notices your solemn expression and pouts, holding back a laugh. âPrincess, itâs okay.â
âItâs not. I didnât even get to give you your presents.â You are never one for being late with gifts, in fact, you take birthdays so seriously that gifts are often in your friendâs hands early in the morning. Every birthday is precious to you, well, maybe not your own, but you love to make others feel appreciated and seen on the one day that is reserved for them.Â
The racer looks at his watch again and reaches for the dial, twisting it back as the small arrow rounds anti-clockwise to the 11. Happily, he flashes the watchâs face in front of yours. âLook, now itâs 11:05pm. You have 55 minutes left.â
A laugh bursts out of you, the heartache over the small inconvenience now lifted by his antics. He always knows what to do, what to say, how to lift you up so easily, itâs his superpower.Â
âOkay, which one do you want first?â you step back and place your hand on your hips, exhaling the drama from tonight out of your system. No more racing, no more brother, no more bad thoughts. Just you and Jaeyun celebrating the final hour of his birthday.
âThereâs more than one?â he asks in a smug tone.Â
âThere are three in total. One is your main present and two are tiny little things,â you explain.
Nodding, Jaeyun feigns ponder as he taps his chin. âWell, I think I should save my main for last, so letâs start with the âtiny little thingsââ he repeats back to you, knowing that they wonât in fact be tiny, their significance probably vastly bigger than any other gift he has ever received throughout his previous 21 birthdays.
Holding up a finger, you tell him to wait before you open the right backseat door of his car and retrieve two carefully wrapped gifts. You put in far too much effort in folding each corner perfectly and twirling every bow to sit neatly, but looking at your work now, you can safely say it was all worth it.
Confusion crosses Jaeyunâs pretty face as he points to his car. âWhen did you sneak into my car and put them in there?â he asks with piqued confusion. He would notice bright yellow wrapping paper with orange ribbons in a minute, the colours bouncing so brightly off his black interior.
âI didnât,â you shrug as you confess, holding out the two gifts. âI shoved them both under my seat when you paid for the gas yesterday.â
âYour seat, huh?â he repeats with a lace of amusement, taking the top box from your grasp.
âWell, do you drive other women about?â
âDonât ask fucking ridiculous questions. Youâre the only girl.âÂ
You curse your stomach for flipping out like itâs on an Alton Towers ride, the statement probably meaning nothing significant from his lips. He always says pass away comments like that, and each one you desperately try not to read into too much, your heart having a hard time already with calling this relationship between you both casual, never mind your brain popping up with conspiratorial thoughts that he could see you as something more than his non-girlfriend.
Gently, his hands peel the wrapping paper off, and reveal the first gift.Â
âLollipops?â he laughs out, though joy shines from his features.Â
âWell I saw you were running low, and it is my fault you need to stock up on them, soâŠâ you explain sheepishly, your foot carving out nonsense lines in the gravel.
Since you started hooking up, Jaeyun quit smoking. You hate the taste of the cigarette on his tongue and the smell of it in his car, and he caught onto that instantly. The way you would spray your perfume ârandomlyâ after he flicked the butt out his window, or how you offered him a chewing gum coincidently a few minutes before you climbed into his lap and licked into his mouth.Â
It didnât take a genius to figure it out.Â
So he stopped. Cold turkey without a second thought. He still had the itch though, muscle memory constantly bringing something to his lips for a drag. Thatâs when you gave him a strawberry Chupa Chups and he never looked back. His dentist hates you for it, but his doctor couldnât be more delighted.Â
Taking a cola lollipop from the assorted selection, he unwraps it and places it into his mouth, humming as the beautiful taste hits his tastebuds. His tongue swirls the ball of goodness and he instantly smiles at your reaction, deciding to play on it.
You curse him, his smirk widening as he rolls his eyes and opens his mouth just wide enough for you to watch the cola lolly get coated in his saliva, his tongue enveloping it the exact same way he does with your clit when heâs buried face first between your thighs.
Squeezing your legs together in order to stop the flow of arousal from dripping down your leg, you thrust the other present into his chest, retrieving the box of lollipops from him in the process. The further these things are from his mouth right now, the better.
âOkay, now this one,â you urge, clearing your throat and hating the way he pushes the sweet to the side of his mouth, the stick pocking out the corner of his mouth like a toothpick. Somehow, it only made him hotter, like Heath Ledger in 10 Things I Hate About You.
God, now youâre even more horny.
Jaeyun nods and flips the gift over, inspecting what it could possibly be. But heâs never been good at guessing, so he quickly tears the paper off, a little more forcefully than the lollipops. A black box adds another layer of suspense and curiosity. âDid you get me a diamond necklace?â he jokes, but once he peels open the lid, nothing is funny anymore.
His eyes flicker between you and the gift. âY/NâŠâ
âItâs not much, I know. But I thought it was fun,â you explain, scared that itâs not enough.
Picking it from the box, Jaeyun inspects it carefully. To most, itâs just a keyring, but to him, itâs the most thoughtful gift he has ever been given. The mini replica of his precious car, clearly hand-decorated by you stands out - the red decals and perfectly selected interior act as a mirror to the real thing; even the license plate has his famous J4K3YUN etched into it. The black Honda Civic replica sits so tiny yet powerful in his hands.Â
It was the first car he could afford. Everyone laughed at him - even Mingi - when he turned up to his first race. Itâs a shitty little car with not much horsepower, but considering he was only seventeen when he started racing, he could hardly afford to put his student loan into a BMW or Aston Martin. Instead, he modified it, just enough to put his name out there.
His baby has never let him down since. All those times everyone has pestered him to trade her in have never crossed his mind. Even you know how much she means to him. Why else would you have given him an oversized keyring of it?
You know him, and that squeezes Jaeyunâs throat, stopping him from expressing thanks.
âIf you pop open the boot, it has something inside,â you point out, excited. Heâs made modifications to the real thing, but you got crafty with the mini-me.
âCan anything even fit in this?â he laughs but nonetheless, opens the boot - and it is not what he was expecting.Â
The interior has been prettily painted pastel pink, with glitter and gems perfectly placed inside, crowding the minuscule space. The first initials of your names are enveloped in a shakily drawn heart. Itâs pretty and so very, very you.
Jaeyunâs eyes sparkle in the moonlight and you interpret it as pure adoration, injecting some pride into your chest. He likes it - thank fuck.
âI thought it was fun, since yâknow, on the outside youâre all tough and metal but inside youâre just a sparkly pink princess.â You place the lollipop box on the hood and step closer, inspecting your work once more - as if you havenât been scrutinizing every detail of it over the past month.Â
Throwing his head back in a laugh, he blinks away the joy in his tear ducts and nods, sighing out in defeat. âIâm not so sure âprincessâ is the word Iâd use-â he starts, only for you to interrupt.
âOh, you are,â you insist, taking the lollipop from his mouth and placing it in your own, âYouâre the prettiest princess to ever exist, actually.â
âI think that title is reserved for you, baby,â he grins fondly, eyes raking over every feature of your face as you savour the taste of the cola sweet. âThank youâŠso much, Y/N, no one has ever gotten me something so thoughtful. I really love-...it. A lot.â His throat tightens, words tangling up in his chest, but thankfully, you donât seem to notice
Nodding, you give him a soft kiss, careful not to poke him with the lollipop stick, before taking the gift back, carefully placing it and the lollipops in the car for safekeeping. âNow, do you want your big present?â You wiggle your brows and shut the car door, almost skipping back to your spot in front of him.
Jaeyun was so caught up with everything tonight that he forgot that this was the reason he whisked you away as soon as the race ended, at least, it was the shallow reason. The deeper reason is something he wonât speak out into the night air.
Placing his hands on your hips, glides his hands up and down your sides, the warmth from his palms blissfully welcome. You love this dress, the way you feel in it, how it makes you look, but it isnât exactly good for fighting the nipping cold away, especially considering the wind is much thinner up on the cliff.
âMy big presentâŠâ he repeats, bringing his face down to yours, his hot breath creating a rose tint along your cheeks. âI think I want that more than anything right now.â His confession is raw and more than surface-level lust. He has so many emotions running through his body right now, and he knows that your present is going to be exactly what he needs.
âYou need to unwrap it then.â The smirk on your face is contagious and your voice is low. It doesnât take a genius to figure out what your gift is, but heâs in for a treat nonetheless.
Jaeyun does pause for a moment, his hands fiddling with your zipper at the back but hesitant. âI think my gift might freeze to death if I unwrap it here, donât you think?âÂ
You hadnâtâŠthought about that actually. To be honest, when it comes to Jaeyunâs cock, thatâs probably the only thing you think about. Rain or shine, snow or fog; if his dick is close to being inside of you, youâll face any weather.
His fingers pinch the zipper and tug it down slowly, the winter air biting up your spine, but the shivers that are rippling through your body arenât from freezing; the opposite in fact. The ghost of his fingertip creates a heated surge through your body, your skin igniting with pure desire.Â
Pushing the dress off your shoulders, your tits are laid bare in front of him, nipples hard and much more delicous than any lollipop Jaeyun could ever suck. Theyâre perfect, so perfect that he has a hard time putting his love for them into words.
âNo bra?â he asks cheekily, that cocky boy everyone loves swimming to the surface of the night.Â
Shaking your head, you close your eyes as he cups them delicately. âDress didnât look right with it.â
âIs that the only reason?â Jaeyunâs thumbs flick over your hardened buds as he backs you up to the hood, you ass perched against the edge, a welcomed seat considering your legs could turn to jelly at any moment.
Truth be told, it was the main reason you didnât wear a bra, with the tightness of the dress, it didnât allow much more room for any extra padding. But you canât lie and say that you also didn;t adorn one because it would save time.
âIâll take your silence as confirmation, will I?â he murmurs, his lips grazing the hollow of your throat before travelling down, sending waves of warmth through you with each kiss.
You feel the cool press of the hood beneath you as he lifts you up to perch you, his mouth finally closing around one of your nipples now youâre at the perfect height, his tongue tracing lazy, agonising circles that make your breath catch. He shifts to the other, his gaze flicking up to meet yours as he bites gently, eyes smouldering with a dark intensity that only makes you want him more.Â
With each flick of his tongue, your mind fogs over, the chill of the night air long forgotten. His mouth leaves a trail of wet, open-mouthed kisses as he works his way down, fingers slipping under the fabric gathered at your hips, thumbs tracing soothing lines along your waist.
âAre these new?â he hikes your dress up so only your waist is covered and your new panties are on full display for him. Itâs incredible how he noticed initially through touch alone, his mind cataloguing each thong, brief, and lacey panty you own.Â
âYeah, got them a few days ago.â You donât need to tell him that you bought them specifically for his birthday, he will know just by the Ivory colour alone.
A playful smirk curves on his lips as he takes in the sight of your new lingerie, his fingers grazing over the delicate lace with a possessive tenderness. âI thought so,â he murmurs, voice low and almost reverent as his thumb hooks under the fabric, dragging it down with aching slowness, leaving your cunt exposed, yet you feel anything but vulnerable.
There is a thrill of anticipation that crackles between you as his hands linger, his thumb tracing a line along your thigh. Youâre so consumed with how close he is to your heat that you almost miss his other hand coming up to remove the cola lolly from your mouth.Â
âOpen up,â he instructs, which you blindly follow, releasing the delicious treat from your mouth. âGood girl. Now, spread open for me.â
âJaeyu-â
âItâs my birthday, Princess. I still have,â he checks his rewound watch, â36 minutes left, so until then, you gotta do what I say, yeah?âÂ
That sounds perfect to you if you werenât aware of how much of a tease he is. Heâs going to torture you on the hood of his car, you know it, but you relent anyway, giving him a sharp nod and breathing out slowly.
Your legs spread wide, your feet finding stability on his bumper. The compromising position could mean anything, your mind flashing with all the possibilities of what he could do to you.
And by fuck, does he have a sweet, sweet plan.
A glint of mischief flickers in his gaze as he tilts the lollipop, the cola sweet glistening in the moonlight as he brings it down to hover just above your entrance. The sticky sweetness clings to the night air, and you feel your body tense with anticipation, each nerve heightened by the thrill of surrendering control.
He runs the candy along your inner thigh first, slow and deliberate, leaving a faint, sugary trail that he follows with his mouth. The coolness of the lollipop contrasts sharply with the warmth of his breath, sending shivers skittering up your spine as his lips and tongue trace after, claiming every inch of sweetness heâs left on your skin.
Finally, he presses the lollipop between your folds, teasingly dragging it up and down without quite giving you what you need, his eyes fixed on your reactions, devouring every tremor, every bite of your lip and jerk of your hips as the lollipop circles your clit. The sensation is maddening, the blend of sticky from the sweet and your own juices only heightens the ache building within you, and he seems to revel in the slow, torturous rhythm heâs set. He wants to take his time.
The lolly ghosts your entrance before he presses it ever so slightly inside, your breath hitching at the unexpected sensation. His mouth follows close behind, claiming you with a slow, deliberate kiss that has your toes curling against the bumper, his tongue tracing the sweetness lingering on your skin.
A wave of heat radiates through you as Jaeyun continues his maddeningly slow pace, the lollipop pressed just at your entrance, teasing and coaxing you in a way that has your pulse racing, much like how it was when you were near death on Devilâs Corner.Â
He dips the lollipop in a little further, the rounded edge pressing in just enough to make you gasp and claw at his car bonnet, and then he draws it back out, running it up and over your clit with agonising patience. The pressure of the sweet gliding over your most sensitive spot has you squirming, but his hands are firm on your thighs, keeping you right where he wants you.
âHold still,â he murmurs, a wicked smile curving on his lips as he swirls the lollipop slowly, tracing lazy circles that leave you breathless. The candy, now coated in your own slick, sends shockwaves through you, and you feel yourself clenching, trying to draw him deeper, desperate for more. Jaeyun seems to notice, and he chuckles softly, his warm breath tickling against your inner thigh.
With one last, lingering drag of the candy over your clit, he brings it to his mouth, sucking in the mix of flavours. Your sweetness mixing on his tastebuds with the cola makes his eyes roll and contemplate opening up a business just for him that sells pussy flavoured lollies. Specifically, your pussy, of course.
âYouâre fucking delicious, Princess,â he moans out, sucking the pop with fervour. Youâre so jealous and you curse ever buying him them. But not really, the scene of his tongue lapping it up eagerly, mixed with the saliva that's glistening on his lips only adds a series of precious memories that you can happily store in your wank bank.
Threading your fingers through his hair, you tug at it just rough enough for him to growl. âPlease, Iâm trying to cum for you before your birthday ends.â
âYeah?â he huffs out a laugh and tosses the almost obsolete lolly away, the stick hidden by the gravel that swallows it. âI can make that happen.â
âGood-â
âIf you beg.â
You freeze, resisting the urge to tell him to go fuck himself. If there is one thing you hate most in the world, itâs begging for a man. You can submit to Jaeyun, sure, thatâs easy enough. But thereâs something so humiliating about having to plead for your own pleasure. He never makes you beg, usually too fucking impatient himself to play that game, so this is not exactly in your forte.
âIâm not begging. No way.â You cross your arms and shake your head adamantly.Â
Jaeyunâs smirk widens as he sees your defiance, his gaze darkening with something that borders on both amusement and challenge. âReally now?â he murmurs as his thumb traces slow circles on your inner thigh, inching achingly close but not quite where you want him. âYouâre gonna stand by that?â
His eyes roam over you, taking in the way your body reacts despite your stubbornness, and you can feel the tension building in the air as he leans in, his lips hovering just above your core, close enough for you to feel the heat of his breath. The anticipation sends shivers racing over your skin, but you keep your arms crossed, refusing to relent.Â
âI know you hate it. Youâre so powerful, baby. I adore that about you,â he continues in a low murmur, voice laced with a teasing edge, âBut just once, for me?â He pouts, bottom lip overtaking his entire face and somehow making him look even more irresistible.
That fucking pout.
With a small laugh, he shifts down, pressing soft and tongue-focused kisses along your thighs, each one closer than the last. His breath is warm, and you can feel the control slipping from you with every careful movement.
âFine,â you say finally, voice barely more than a whisper, âPlease, eat me out.âÂ
âCome on, Princess. If youâre going to beg, I want to hear you properly.â
âJaeyun,â you whine, already flushing up with embarrassment.
âHow about,â his mouth places one feather-light kiss on your clit, a gasp of pleasure drawing from your lips, âI beg you to beg me? Then weâre both on the same boat.âÂ
Now, while you donât like to beg, you love to hear Jaeyun beg. There have been countless times when youâre on your knees, much like he is now, and your mouth is a hairline away from his tip, and heâs thrashing under you, moaning out pleas and needs in a higher pitch, wanting nothing more than you to consume his painfully hard cock in his mouth.
Jaeyun doesnât have humility when he is with you, heâll scratch and claw at the bedsheets, whine out your name in desperation, and have you take full control if you want to. You wish you could be more like that, because fuck does it look beautiful, and you know he will love it if youâre a crying, pleading mess under him.Â
It would be the perfect birthday gift, actually.
So with a heavy sigh, you close your eyes and clear your throat. âOkay. But only if you go first.â
Jaeyun smirks and rubs some heat back into your legs. With soft, kitten-like licks, he plays between your folds, giving you an inch of what's to come. âPrincess, please beg for me. Iâve been such a good birthday boy, have I not? I need to hear you want me, the same way I need you. This pretty pussy deserves to be devoured, and I can only do that if you beg for it. Please, baby. Pretty please with a lollipop on top.â
God, he is so fucking good at it. Somehow he still sounds so strong and assured even when you can hear the cracks in his voice and the tremble on his lips. His hips buck the air, mimicking what he wants to do with you, his cock leading him, thinking with his second head.
Whimpering, you look down to see him adorning that pretty pout once again, and you crumble.
âI nod. JaeyunâŠplease make my cum on your tongue, let me give you the best birthday gift. I want you to lap me up and never stop, make you remember this birthday for the rest of your life. Please, baby.â
You donât cringe, instead letting your desperation take charge, which gladly works. Jaeyun groans loudly at your filthy words as they echo over the cliff, giving the city indication of whatâs taking place. His cock is so painfully hard against his jeans that he wonders if it has the ability to tear through the material like Hulk when he transforms. It certainly feels like it could.
âGood girl,â he praises, before giving you what you crave.
Connecting his mouth to your core, his skilled tongue has you keening, head falling back against the car hood as he licks a broad, firm stroke from your entrance to your clit. His lips close around you, his tongue flicking and swirling as he loses himself in the taste of you, his hands spreading your thighs even wider to hold you firmly in place.
He slurps and devours you, humming into your hole in pure lust. Jaeyun loves nothing more than being buried in pussy, he could spend the rest of his life between thighs, your thighs. The added tints of cola still lingering on your skin only heighten his arousal, the sweet tang mixture enough for him to dig his nails into your thighs and bury further in.
Arching your back, your thighs fight his grip as they try and clamp around his head, the way his tongue dips into your hole, rimming it with teasing strokes before shooting back in makes your head dizzy, the November air suddenly feeling like a July breeze - welcomed and just right.
âFuck,â you hiss out as he bites at your folds, dragging the sensitive flesh between his teeth, another way of tormenting you yet giving you everything you could want. His bottom teeth drag up to your clit with his puffy bottom lip trailing behind it like a soothing balm.Â
Youâre starting to wonder whether itâs his birthday or yours.
With precision, Jaeyun latches onto your clit and suddenly, youâre seeing more stars in the sky, body lurching forward as you trap him there. The tension coils tightly in your stomach, and he takes his time, alternating between sucking and licking, bringing you right to the edge and pulling back just before you can tip over, savouring every second of your mounting need.
âJaeyun, pleaseâŠâ you gasp, fingers threading through his hair, and he hums against you, sending a shudder through your entire body.Â
âSee? You can beg so easily,â he mocks playfully, smirking as your thighs act as earmuffs. Despite the barricade, he can still hear every plea and mewl that falls from your lips, indicating that youâre close.
So, he picks up the pace, his hands gripping under your ass to push you further into his face. His round nose nuzzles your nub as his tongue swirls around inside your cunt, the tip of his tongue committing every bump and nook to memory - not like he hasnât already. He knows everything about you, thatâs what happens when you spend seven months doting on and worshipping the same person.
Grabbing tightly onto his hair, you feel the knot in your stomach begin to pull apart, the threads of rope straining as your climax tugs. âIâm cummingâŠfuck, Jaeyun,â you warn, but itâs not breaking news to the man causing the euphoria. Heâs licking, sucking, and biting with ferocity because he knows youâre falling apart
He hums against you, the sound vibrating through your body, his tongue flicking over you with such skill it has you trembling. âCome on, Princess. Let go for me,â he whispers, his words like a command, and your body is happy to obey.
And then, it hits you - the release crashing through you, sending shudders of pleasure through every nerve in your body. You canât stop it, your back arching as you clutch at his hair, your thighs trembling as the wave washes over you, and Jaeyun doesnât stop. He keeps going, worshipping you like heâs addicted to your taste, drawing out every last drop of your orgasm.
Your chest heaves and your body goes limp as he cleans your pussy, making sure he takes every drop of his birthday gift. You taste heavenly, your cum swirling in his mouth as he slurps and sucks, the shocks jolting up your spine each time he nudges over your clit.
Once your legs release his head, he glances up at you through his thick lashes, mouth covered in your essence. âThank you, baby,â he praises, his chest filled with a cocktail of emotions, the first as foremost one being adoration. âWith 10 minutes to spare too,â he laughs, glancing at his watch.
Jaeyun stands up, kissing you with passion. He transfers your juices onto your mouth and you groan at the taste. All those days of downing pineapple and cranberry juice always pay off. His tongue licks yours, taking over your entire mouth as he claims you. His lips are sweet but his touch is anything but, you know heâs desperate, if his actions werenât enough, the painful bulge thatâs bucking into your sensitive folds is enough to tell you.
Swiftly, your hands move to his buckle, undoing it amongst the breathtaking kisses. It doesnât take you more than a minute to undo his jeans and push them just low enough that his ass is on full display and his hard shaft can spring free. His cock is so pretty, like a work of art; six inches of pure joy. Youâve lost count of how many times this cock has made you come undone, the curve of it hitting perfectly into your cunt, like it was made for you. In some ways, you think it is.
Spreading your legs once again, you wrap your hand around his cock, the heat from it a stark contrast to your still cold hands. The sensation elicits a hiss from the birthday boy, his lips pulling from yours as he looks down. Your hand just fits around his length, and that makes his tip twitch. Heâs proud of his size, but somehow he loves it even more when in the clasp of your fingers.
You press it against your wet core and he loses any sense of control he had left.
With a primal growl, he grabs your hips and lines up at your entrance, not even bothering to tease you. Between your outfit, the rush of the race, your cries of pleasure from his tongue work, and the overwhelming tightness in his heart, he needs to be inside you. Now.
Jaeyun slides in fully with one thrust, both of you creating a beautiful harmony of moans that echo like a choir in the night. His cock fills you up to the brim, his balls sitting comfortably against your ass. You feel like fucking heaven, in fact, if he was to die right now, he would do so happily. Those pearl gates could only mirror the happiness and alleviation that he feels as he buried himself to the hilt inside your warm hole.
His forehead rests on your shoulder, his lips peppering a succession of kisses just above your collarbone as he begins to move his hips, eyes rolling to the back of his head with each bump of your walls hugging him.
âJesus fucking christ, Princess,â he mumbles, officially lost in the act of pleasure. Heâs not thinking about anything else, just how your wet heat feels enveloping him.
You canât say your thoughts arenât also only consumed by the tip of his cock poking your cervix so deliciously, his balls slapping against you almost mimicking a spank each time. His thrusts pick up pace and you both lose yourselves in one another, chanting praises and curses to convey your feelings.
Jaeyunâs hands roam over your body as his cock pounds into you, switching from holding your hips in place to kneading your breasts, each one serving their own purpose. He wants you still so he can keep hitting that perfect spot over and over again, the squishy spec in your cunt his main target, but your tits bouncing in the moonlight keep distracting him, his cock losing power as his brain gets clouded in the movements.
âYouâre so beautiful, Princess,â he confesses, kissing the valley between your breasts. âSo, so beautiful.â
Your heart hammers harder, the pulse resounding in your ear as you smile gratefully. âSo are you, Jaeyun.â And you mean it. Heâs the most beautiful person inside and out, youâre never going to meet anyone like him again, and thatâs what terrifies you.
Jaeyun locks his eyes on yours, his hips finding a new determined rhythm. He presses his forehead against yours, nuzzling his nose with yours in a kiss. How is it possible to feel so adored and cherished by a man you have no label with? Thatâs the question running through your mind as you stare into his soul, begging for him to answer.
And in some way, he does. His pupils shine with nothing but your reflection, showing just how deeply you're ingrained in him. Though neither of you may voice exactly what this is, you both know it.
As you lose yourselves in each other, that familiar coil tightens low in your belly, heat pooling with a desperate need for release. You dig your nails into Jaeyun's shoulders and bury your face in his neck, signalling you're close.
Gripping your waist, he matches your rhythm, pushing you both to the edgeâmetaphorically this time, thankfully. He's already brought you close enough to danger tonight; thereâs no need to test fate again.
"Come on, baby. Cum for me," he urges, jaw clenched as he holds back his own release. Heâs never been one to finish before his girl.
With his coaxing and the delicious sensation of him deep inside, you reach your climax once more, this time more intense than you expected. You bite down on his neck to muffle your moans, and like a domino, he spills into you.Â
His white ropes soothe your cunt, painting your walls with his adoration of you. The best decision you ever made was getting an IUD. You know itâs not full protection, but for the feeling of his seed filling you up like a cream piping bag, youâre willing to take the risk.
Jaeyun holds you close, his breath mingling with yours as both of you come down from the high, eyes blazing secret confessions into one another. The steady thud of his heart under your palm feels grounding, almost comforting in the quiet aftermath. You shift slightly, feeling his warmth begin to fade in the cool night air, yet he doesnât let you go just yet, keeping you wrapped up in him.
âHappy birthday,â you whisper softly, letting your lips brush against his jaw, a faint smile tugging at your mouth.Â
Mirroring your expression, he melts into your pepper kisses as you trail down his neck, paying extra attention to the skin you marked up with your canines. His large hands glide up your back and hold you close to him. âThank you.â Itâs simple, but heâs biting his tongue, the moment too perfect to destroy with his post-nut brain.
You sense his apprehension and lean back, gazing into his eyes and studying the specs of his brain that you can make out. âYou okay? Youâre usually cracking out a joke by now,â you ask playfully, but thereâs an undercurrent of concern in your tone.
Jaeyun bites his lips together, preparing himself to possibly make the biggest mistake of his life. He pulls out of you, jerking his cock clean enough that he can get away with it, before tucking it back into his trousers.Â
Oh no.
Your mind does everything to convince you that this isnât going to end the way you think it will. The efforts to soothe your racing mind falter just at the finish line. This is it. Heâs going to hit you with the âthis has been fun but itâs not what I want anymoreâ or âhey, so this was great but youâre not what iâm looking forâ. Whatever concoction of those sentences he wants to spin, you know itâs going to hurt. Youâre in too deep.
And you would much rather be humiliated with your clothes on. So you jump off the hood of the car, your slick glistening in the night lights like a snail trail. Suddenly, the acts you just took part in have turned from euphoric to sickly.
âListen-â
âI meant it,â he interrupts, not even letting you end this before he can. âI really mean it when I say youâre the only girl for me.â
Youâre waiting on the but, yet it never comes. Instead, heâs biting his lip nervously, looking at you but not into your eyes, his focus on your forehead like a sniper in the woods. And you feel like youâve been shot, just not in the hurtful way you were expecting, itâs almost like youâre on the receiving end of a blank and the shock is ringing in your ears more than anything.
You stand dumbfounded, zipping up your dress at the back. âHuh?â Itâs stupid and not what you want to ask, but your flabber has been gasted.
Jaeyun groans and rubs over his face. âI donât want anyone else. And I know youâre annoyingly loyal to Yeonjun, but I canât pretend that this isnât more than what it is.â He steps forward and cups your flushed face, the cold now settling upon it once again. âI. Love. You. I have for fucking months, andâŠI donât know, I canât keep pretending I donât.â
I. Love. You.
Itâs such a simple and common phrase, yet hearing it in his accent, from his mouth, directed at you, you find it foreign.Â
Jaeyun hates the silence that follows, the horns from the cars down below act like a mocking laugh to the moment. He knows its risky, confessing his feelings so bluntly, but if he had to keep them in any longer then he might have buried them forever and harboured an even deeper resentment towards himself and your brother.
âYouâre stuck between a rock and a hard place, I get that. But can we call a spade a spade and admit that we love each other?â He insists, now finding his confidence. Go big or go home, he supposes. Heâs convinced you love him too, you look at him the way he does you, and even if itâs only a tiny speckle of love that you hold for him, he needs you to admit it. For his sanity, and yours.
You canât process a single thought beyond his words, their weight pressing down on you, making it impossible to breathe for a second. The world falls quiet around you, the buzzing city and distant hum of traffic fading as your mind hones in on his face, the intensity of his gaze, the subtle quiver of his lip as he waits.
âJaeyun,â you manage, though it barely comes out above a whisper, âThis isnâtâŠthis isnât exactly what we agreed on.â Stupid. Why the fuck are you saying that NOW.
âI know, but I also know you feel it too.â His thumb moves tenderly across your cheek, brushing over the spot where a tear might fall if you let it. âAnd if thereâs even the slightest chance that you feel what I feel, I just need to know.â He pauses, his voice softening as he meets your gaze fully. âBecause youâre it for me. Iâm tired of pretending I donât want to be with you completely. You deserve to be loved, and although I might not deserve to be the one to give you that, I want to try.â
You want to look away, to retreat and give yourself a chance to think, but his eyes are pleading with you to stay present, to face this. And the truth is, in some corner of your heart that you've tried to ignore, you know what he's saying is true.
But YeonjunâŠIf he finds out, heâll never forgive you. Itâs one thing to be in a fun fling with his rival, itâs another to be completely and utterly head over heels for the boy.
The silence is thick, but thereâs an odd comfort in it. You reach up, covering his hand with yours, grounding yourself in his warmth. âI donât want to lose you,â you murmur, voice trembling. âAnd IâŠI donât know how weâd make it work without hurting Yeonjun.â
Jaeyunâs grip tightens, his confidence anchoring you. âIâll make it work. Iâll do everything to make sure he accepts it. Iâll step down as the Luciferâs leader, Iâll get on my knees and beg, baby I will do whatever it takes to get him on our side. I donât want to come between you both, I know how precious he is to you, and you to him,â he pauses, breathing out and collecting his thoughts before he goes on a desperate faffing rant, his point losing focus. âI love you, and that means loving every part of you.â
âIn the carâŠâ you begin, voice unsure, âYou said something about how Yeonjun would become your family, you meant-â
âYeah, listen. Donât freak out about that. I was jumping the gun with that oneâŠbut I mean, is it so unplausible? For us to be together? To imagine a future with you?â
âThereâs a big difference between jumping into dating and leaping into marriage, Jaeyun.â
âOkay? So weâll hold back on the leaping for now,â he laughs, pressing his forehead to yours, âbut tell me youâll jump.â
His breath mingles with yours, warm and steadying, grounding you in a way that makes your hesitation falter. "Jaeyun," you begin, your voice so soft it barely carries the weight of what youâre feeling. "Itâs terrifying to even think about, you know that, right? Yeonjun isâŠhe's been there my whole life, my protector, my brotherâŠyouâre asking me to risk that.â
"I know." He cups your face, his thumb tracing slow, tender circles along your cheek, calming and reassuring. "And I wouldn't ask you if I didnât believe with every part of me that weâre worth it. But Iâm not going anywhere until youâre ready; whether thatâs now, or tomorrow, or a hundred years from now. Iâm in this, Y/N. All the way. I just need you to say yes."
Your lips part, the words catching in your throat, suspended between the comfort of safety and the thrill of the unknown. Slowly, you reach out and lace your fingers through his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. "Alright," you say, a tremor of nerves mingling with the glint of determination in your eyes. "Iâll jumpâŠbut youâd better catch me, Jaeyun."
A grin breaks across his face, and for a moment, everything else fades away; the rivalry, the fear, even Yeonjun. Itâs just you and him, exactly how it should have been from the beginning.
"Always," he whispers, voice filled with quiet conviction. Then he closes the distance between you, sealing your promise with a kiss thatâs soft, lingering, and brimming with all the words neither of you dared to speak out loud.
But maybe itâs time you do
âI love you too, Jaeyun,â you confess, eyes boring into his heart.
His eyes widen for a split second, and you see the disbelief flicker across his face, not quite sure he heard you right. But then his gaze softens, and a smile breaks across his face, one so genuine and unguarded that it sends warmth flooding through you. His hand tightens around yours, squeezing his happiness into your veins and bones.
"You donât know how long Iâve waited to hear you say that," he murmurs, brushing his thumb over your knuckles with a tenderness that leaves your heart aching. âI fucking love you. I love you, I love you, I love you.â He chants, kissing all over your face, causing you to scrunch up and laugh, attempting to push him away but failing - not that youâre going to complain about that.
Thereâs a sense of relief, a lightness you havenât felt in so long, as if all the weight of secrecy and uncertainty has lifted. For once, youâre not worrying about the consequences, about what could go wrong or who might get hurt. Right now, itâs just you and him, and the truth laid bare between you.
âYes, okay, we love each other! Enough!â you giggle between his million and one kisses.
His hand comes up to cradle your cheek, his fingers grazing your skin with reverence. âIâm never letting you go now, you realise that, donât you?â
You nod, a smile creeping across your face, and pull him in for another kiss, this one filled with the promise of everything that lies ahead. âOh I know. Just wait till I tell your crew,â you laugh, pushing him away. ââOh, Y/N, I love you sooooo much. Youâre the best thing that ever happened to me-'â
Your imitation is cut short, his hand flying over your mouth as he suppresses a laugh, trying to portray fear that isnât truly there. âCâmon! You canât ruin my reputation like that,â he whines, giving you that signature pout.Â
âOh but I will-â Without warning, he picks you up, tossing you over his shoulder as he carried you to the backseat. âJaeyun! Put me down!â
âIâm going to fuck every word and thought out of that pretty brain of yours so you never utter my soft side to a soul,â he playfully jabs, opening the backseat and tossing you inside.
âWellâŠI have a lot of thoughtsâŠand words,â you reply, biting your lip as you settle across the seats, legs already accommodating for him.
âThen itâs gonna be a long night. I suppose Iâll need to turn my clock back some more, donât you think?â
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Sirius Black x fem!reader who meet again [5.5k words]
prompt: poly!wolfstar or just Sirius x reader in which they were friends with benefits but it was obvious they loved each other even though they acted like they werenât. Then, reader finds out shes pregnant and before telling them, they do something stupid. so reader runs away for a few months. When she comes back (only bc she had to for some reason) shes like 6-7 months pregnant
CW: secret pregnancy, angst, FWB to strangers to lovers, second chance fic, post war trauma, both Sirius and reader are meeesssssssssssyyyyy in this! I don't approve of what they've done but I understand it
âSoâŠsheâs coming back?â Sirius asked cautiously, focusing more on the condensation pooling on the coaster underneath his pint than the concerned gazes of his two best friends.Â
âWell, I donât know if sheâs coming back, but sheâll be here for Harryâs birthday.â James mollified, sharing a nervous look with Remus.
âRight.â Sirius murmured around a swallow; throat tight and dry though neither the pint nor the pitcher of water in front of him looked as though theyâd be able to help him with the matter.Â
âAre you going to be alright?â Remus queried, and Sirius offered him the most arrogant scoff he could muster; he missed by a long shot.
âOf course Iâm going to be alright.â He huffed. âWhy? Canât two friends see each other after five and a half months of silence?âÂ
âSirius-â James started, but Sirius carried on.Â
âSheâs the only one whoâs been silent, you know?â Though he knew that they did indeed both know. âIâve tried. Iâve tried reaching out.âÂ
âPads.â Remus offered consolingly, looking frustratingly like he was going to reach a hand out to Sirius as if he were some over tired toddler on the brink of a meltdown.
âStop, no I- Iâm fine, honest.â He insisted as he took a steadying breath. âI- you⊠talked to her, then?â
James and Remus shared another look before James allowed the segue.Â
âMostly by owl, but she has spoken on the phone with Lily a few times.âÂ
Sirius nodded as he considered this; considered the number of owls Sirius had sent that had gone unanswered - perhaps even unopened if the silence meant anything at all.
âSheâsâŠokay?âÂ
Remus let out a sigh as he shot Sirius a tight smile that looked more like a grimace. âSheâsâŠvague.â
âShe doesnât share a whole lot.â James agreed. âSays sheâs fine, things are good. Mostly asks aboutâŠall of us, Harry.âÂ
âSheâs still staying with that great aunt,â Remus added, âhelping her with the property.âÂ
âShe seeing anyone?â There was no point in pretending that wasnât the most pressing matter in Siriusâ mind; of course it was. And as angry and bitter as the idea made Sirius, it would have been his own fault, his own doing. He had no one to blame but himself.Â
And heâd have to live the rest of his life knowing he was the one who let you slip away - pushed you away - right into the arms of someone else.Â
âNot that sheâs mentioned.â Remus responded honestly; he couldnât say for sure that you werenât, but if you were, you clearly hadnât said anything about it.Â
âRight.â Sirius offered shortly.Â
âPads, IâŠwe would understand if it's too hard for you to see her. If you canât come-â
âDonât be daft.â Sirius scoffed deploringly. âIâm not going to miss my godsonâs birthday. If anyone should be missing it, it should be her; Iâve been here for the past four and a half months, sheâs the one who fucked off for good.â
âSirius-â
âI donât understand why you had to invite her!â Sirius shouted then, startling even himself when he realised how breathless he sounded all of a sudden.Â
James smiled at him sadly; Sirius wished heâd stop doing that. âWe wanted all of Harryâs uncles and his aunt to be there, SiriusâŠitâs important, yeah? WeâŠwe almost didnât get this chance.â
Sirius could feel a wicked migraine coming on; between talking about you, the close calls and the fact that the group of you were all alive following the war by nothing but chance, and the fact that the person Sirius was most angry with was himself, he downed the rest of his pint and flagged the server in favour of having to look at the pitiful gazes being shot at him by Remus and James.
Sirius couldnât tell if he was eager for Harryâs second birthday or dreading it. But like it or not, Sirius was going to be seeing you again.Â
It had felt like a good idea at the time.
It felt beyond foolish now, but it had felt like a good idea at the time.Â
*àłàŒ.àłàż
âSirius, we just won. We just won, why do you have to leave now?â You practically begged as you followed Sirius through his flat.Â
âBecause if I donât get out now, Iâm going to be stuck here for eternity.â He all but spat at you as he shoved articles of clothing into his duffle rather haphazardly. You felt like grabbing the bag from him and folding them properly if the act wouldnât leave you feeling like you were aiding and abetting his abandoning you.
âBut what about James? And Remus? What about Harry? You fought this war for them, and they for you - we just got them back!â
âAnd theyâll be here when Iâm ready to come home!â Sirius shouted; turning to look at you with wild, red rimmed eyes.Â
âWhat about me?â You asked quietly, hating how small you sounded.
âWhat about you?â He asked; face falling painfully neutral. If you didnât know better, you would have thought he was occluding.Â
âIâŠI donât know.â You started awkwardly, shrugging one shoulder. âI thoughtâŠmaybe weâd have a chance now. To try?.â
âY/N.â Sirius sighed as he rubbed harshly at his eyes; entire being oozed exhaustion at having to have this conversation with you. âHave I not been entirely clear about what this was between us?âÂ
âRight.â You agreed quickly, biting roughly on your lip and looking anywhere but at him as he let his hand fall away from his face.Â
âItâsâŠitâs not you, doll-â but even your humourless scoff didnât derail him âIâm not the kind to settle down and be content I- I wouldnât be enough for you.â
âIâm not asking you for any more than what we have, Sirius-â
âYes you are.â
â-I just want you to stay.â
âThatâs too much for me.â He stated; his voice never raised though he may as well have screamed it at you. âI cannot sit here and play house, I cannot be that guy for you.â
âCannot or will not?â You asked quietly, regretting the question the second it came out of your mouth and he looked at you with nothing but pity in his eyes.Â
âY/NâŠâ
âIâm sorry I asked.â You let out with a chuckle as you harshly wiped tears from under your eyes.Â
âItâsâŠitâs not forever, yeah? I justâŠI canât see myself being happy hereâŠnot right now, at least; not for a while.âÂ
âWhere will you go?â Your voice grated painfully as it came out, but you tried to keep an air of nonchalance about you. You wouldnât look at him, but you could see his shoulders shrug helplessly.Â
âI donât knowâŠeverywhere. Anywhere.â
Anywhere was better than stuck here with you, apparently.Â
âI hope itâs nice, wherever it is.â You offered, and you found that you meant it. As much as it hurt to say, you really, really meant it. Sirius had been fighting and running his entire life, and he finally won. If he wanted to celebrate his victory by taking off to be that rich, vague uncle who popped by with lavish gifts every so often, who were you to deny him?Â
You loved him.
You were in love with him.
You loved him enough to let him go.Â
*àłàŒ.àłàż
He had sent James a postcard a few weeks later. Turns out he started in the South of France; his family had a home there that had been left untouched by the war, and Sirius was going to start by figuring out what to do with the property.Â
And you? Well, you found out you were pregnant.Â
You suppose it was a small mercy that Sirius wasnât here to know; youâre sure it would have hurt more hearing him tell you he was leaving if there were two of you he couldnât find it in him to love. You would have hated it even more if he felt trapped into staying with you just for this.
But all this meant was that you couldnât stay, either.Â
You supposed that was alright, though; the life you wanted to build here was with Sirius. You loved your friends, but you had a little one to think about now, too.Â
You made up a story about a great aunt needing help tending to her property and wishing to be closer to your relatives now that you could be, now that it was safe. No one questioned it, likely because Remus had done the same following the war; moving back home to help his dad and ailing mother tend the property in whatever ways he could.Â
You found yourself a little cottage, you wrote to the boys and had the occasional phone call with Lily, and you grew.
It had felt like a good idea at the time.Â
But now you were almost six months pregnant and returning home for the first time since you moved to celebrate your nephewâs birthday with all of your closest friends, the love of your life whose child you were carrying, and none of them knew.Â
You wondered if you should even go, but the thought of missing out on sweet Harryâs second birthday that the lot of you almost never got the chance to see made your throat constrict with tears you refused to shed since the war.Â
You wondered if you should tell everyone before you arrived, but the thought of them all discussing you and your pregnancy without you being there left you feeling small and ashamed.Â
You wondered if you should tell Sirius, but you looked over at the stack of unopened letters he had sent to you in the past four months - the first thin, perhaps a postcard, the second and third were thicker, the fourth was by far the thickest (like he had drafted an autobiography that he wanted you to proofread for him), the fifth was similar to the second, whilst the sixth (the last) couldnât be more than one page - and wondered how the hell youâd even start that conversation after all this time.
Hey, remember me? Yeah, the bird who caught feelings during our friends with benefits situation that we both agreed would remain platonic amidst a battle for survival and then begged you to stay with no success? Well, whilst youâve been off probably shagging every beautiful woman across the British Isles, Iâve been pregnant. Right, with your child. How was France, by the way?Â
You swallowed around your gag reflex and groaned at your image in the mirror. You put on a pair of gingham pants with the baggiest band-tee you could find, planned on sucking in the best you could if anyone (when everyone) insisted on a hug and hoped to every deity that they all just assumed youâd been eating really well since the end of the war.Â
You smoothed the fabric over your bump one last time before you left - looking at the proof that, if nothing else, you were protecting more than just yourself, and you let that be enough - before you grabbed Harryâs birthday present and called for Potter Manor, throwing a fistfull of floo powder into your fireplace and travelling by way of the flames.Â
You could hear Harry squealing in delight in one of the adjacent rooms as you stepped into the floo reception room at Potter Manor; a smile taking over your face uninhibitedly at the sounds of the people you loved more than life itself, happy and celebrating.
How could you have gone so long without this?Â
âY/N!â Lily shrieked as she made for you, and you sucked in before returning her hug. âMerlin, you're glowing! Whereâs your aunt's place again?âÂ
âErm. Killarney.â You offered; not entirely untrue - you did have an aunt in Killarney.Â
âWell,â she let out with a breath, eyes turning a touch glassy as they darted across your face, âit seems that Irish airâs been for you.âÂ
You smiled back at your friend before pulling her back in for another hug. âIâve missed you, Lils.â
âDonât let it go so long next time, yeah? We can come to you, too; Iâm teaching James how to be a muggle, and Harryâs only had the odd burst of accidental magic yet. We could play the part in front of your aunt.âÂ
âIâd love that, Lily.â You responded earnestly.Â
âY/N!â James hollered then before you were being bodily tackled by the former quidditch chaser, a brief flash of anxiety at his hold around your stomach abating only when he relinquished his hold on you. âWhere in the sodding hell have you been!?â
âKillarney.â Lily answered for you.Â
âI love Killarney!âÂ
âHave you ever been to Killarney, Prongs?â Remus asked then, appearing in the door as he leaned against the archway.Â
âNo! But I love it there! I just know it!âÂ
âHey Moony.â You greeted, quickly accepting his open arms and breathing him in.
âWeâve missed you.â He murmured into your hair, and you couldnât help the traitorous hitch in your heart that he mightâve meant-
âUncle Pafoo!â Harry squealed, suddenly standing right underneath you.Â
âThatâs right, Haz!â The voice that haunts your dreams called out. âAuntie is here!â
âHullo, Harry!â You cheered as you picked him up, sucking in before settling on your hip. âHappy birthday, little dude.âÂ
âAm two!â He announced as he held up four fingers.Â
âYou are two! Way to go!â You laughed. âIs everyone here?â You asked the room, shooting Sirius a tight smile so you couldnât be accused of hostility when your heart stuttered for an entirely different reason.Â
He looked tired - a bone deep tired that no amount of sleep could rectify - and the bags under his eyes seemed to be chronic. But he was still so beautiful; his hair had grown slightly longer since the last time youâd seen it, the last time youâd run your fingers through it, the last time youâd brought sheers to it, and he donned more than a few new tattoos if the few you could see were enough to go by.Â
You had to look away.
âRegâs going to be by after work; his part-time student called in sick so he needed to be there to close the shop himself. Thankfully, theyâre only open in the morning on Sundayâs.â Remus explained kindly.
âGood, itâll be nice to see him.â You offered, and the room fell slightly awkward.
âUncle Pafoo, aeroplane?â Harry asked then, and whatever exhaustion seemed to be plaguing Sirius vanished as he beamed at his godson.Â
âAbsolutely, little man!â He agreed, holding his arms out and taking Harryâs weight from you.
âDo you want something to drink, Y/N? Wine? Beer, Cider? Juice? Water?â James rapid fire, causing Lily to groan.Â
âWe just got her back, Potter. Do try to control yourself.âÂ
âWater would be great, Jamie. Thank you.â You laughed, following the group into the open concept kitchen-to-living room.Â
Save the fact that you and Sirius seemed to be doing acrobatics to avoid each other, you were almost stunned at how easy and natural being back here felt. Regulus returned and the two of you shared friendly jibes, Lily caught you up on all of the drama at the Ministry, James strong armed you into agreeing to join them for their next pub quiz night, and Remus said that your old professors all wished you well.Â
You loved your cottage - the home youâd built for yourself and your little one - but you found yourself feeling homesick for here, and you hadnât even left yet.
You were leaning on your elbows against the kitchen island, watching Sirius and Regulus pretend to be knights in shining armour as they fought off a fire breathing dragon (Harry) to save the princess (James) when Remus appeared beside you and mirrored your stance.Â
âItâs not the same without you, you know?â He murmured then.Â
âBut they seem to be alright.â You responded simply, and Remus allowed the two of you to fall into silence for a few beats.
âHow far along are you?âÂ
You stood up straight and turned to stare at him in horror, only to see him smiling kindly at you.Â
âHow do you-â
âLycanthropy - I could smell it on you.â He said with an embarrassed wrinkle of his nose. âI knew Lily was pregnant before she did.â
You shushed him and looked over your shoulder to ensure no one else could hear you.
âCome.â He said with a sigh, gently taking you by the elbow and ushering you out of the sliding doors to the back yard and closing it behind the two of you.Â
âRemus-â
âIs it his?â He cut you off; his face held no judgement though perhaps just a touch of concern. For you or his best friend/virtual brother-in-law, you werenât sure.
âYes.â You whispered, not bothering to clarify who he was talking about; you both knew.Â
Remus simply nodded as he looked you over. âIs that why you left?â
âHe left first.â You hissed petulantly.
âHe left you, but you left all of us.â Remus countered somewhat sternly. âBesides, I didnât ask about him; is this why you left?â
âYes.â
âWhy?âÂ
âBecause, Remus!â You shouted, tears flooding your vision as you turned to look at him. âBecause he didnât want to be here. He didnât want this, he didnât want me. I wasnât going to force him to come back just because⊠just because.âÂ
âDonât you think he should have been able to make that choice for himself?â Remus asked gently.
âHe chose! He did choose! He told me he couldnât play house, he told me he couldnât be this person for me. I loved him enough to accept that. I loved him enough to let him go.â
âLoved?â Remus asked with a tilt of his head. âPast tense?âÂ
âRemus.â You groaned. âPlease.â
âHe came back for you, you know.â Remus pointed out. âHe left you, you left us, but he came back for you.âÂ
âStop it.â
âItâs true, Y/N.â
âAnd so what if it is?â You nearly sobbed. âSo what if he did, Remus? What can I do? I canât go back in time and change my mind, I canât go back and fix this. He made choices, I made choices, and here we are.âÂ
Remus heaved a sigh and looked at you sadly. âI don't think either of you realise that your choices donât have to remain permanent; there can be an expiration date on them.âÂ
You were catching your breath from your mini temper tantrum when you heard the glass door slide open, both you and Remus turning to see Sirius standing there almost shy - far shier than youâd ever seen him before. Â
âJust talk to him? Okay? You..donât have to tell him now, justâŠtalk to him.â Remus whispered before heading towards the door, clapping Sirius on the back before disappearing back into the house.Â
âHey.â Sirius offered cautiously after a few beats of silence, coming to stand beside you as the two of you looked over the railing of the patio to the rest of the manor grounds.Â
âHey.â You returned dumbly, clearing your throat before continuing. âYouâŠyou look good, Sirius.â
Sirius scoffed, and you could feel your shoulder rising before you saw him smirk at you - if not somewhat sadly - cutting you a playful glare from the corner of his eye. âDid you take up lying there in Ireland?âÂ
You let out a breathy half-laugh. âIâm not lying.âÂ
âThen you need glasses. I look like shite.â
âYou look tired.â You amended.Â
âIâm exhausted.â He agreed, and the two of you lapsed into silence.Â
âYou look good, though.â He continued. âHealthy.â
You hummed in agreement. âFunny what not having to run on rations and broken hours of sleep on military cots does for a person.â
âWhy havenât I heard from you, Y/N?â He blurted then, turning his entire body to face you.Â
âSirius, I-â
âEveryone else has. Youâve spoken to Lily on the phone. James and Remus have gotten letters. Even Reg got a postcard for his birthday.âÂ
âIâm sorry.â Was all you could manage to say.
âI wrote to you.â He continued. âLetters, a lot. Did you get them?â
You nodded your head yes shamefully.
âDid you read them?â
You felt your heart splinter at how hopeful and heartbroken he sounded over it. You felt like scum of the earth when you shook your head no, and he let out a sigh.
âI guess that makes me feel a little bit better, then.â He said as he lit a cigarette and took a deep drag.Â
You found yourself taking a step away from him when you asked âwhy does that make you feel better?â
He let out a humourless laugh that forced smoke from his lips. âAt least now I know that my begging for a second chance, begging you to come home, professing my love for you isnât what kept you away.â
âSirius-â
âI messed up, Y/N.â He declared earnestly. âIâŠI was fucking scared, terrified. Iâd spent so much of my life living with one foot on the threshold of hell that after the war, I didnât know how to live amongst the undead.â
He took a moment to catch his breath as if heâd run all the way here just to tell you something. âAnd I ran. I bolted, IâŠâ
âYou left.â You finished for him.Â
âI left.â He agreed. âI⊠I didnât know, Y/N.â
âDidnât know what?â You asked as you choked back tears.
âDidnât know what I had, or what I wanted. Or that I had everything that I wanted.â
âAnd you do, now? You know what you want?â You asked, and a look of determination painted his features as he met your gaze head on.
âFor my entire life, I had never known what family meant, so I wasnât even aware that Iâd created my own with all of you until Iâd risked it all. I was so sure I didnât want to be like my parents that I never realised I may actuallyâŠwant to be a parent someday. I was so sure I didnât want to be my father that I never realised I actually did want to be a partner someday. I was so certain Iâd never know what true love felt like that I didnât even realise I had it right here all along with you.âÂ
âSirius-â
âI messed up. I left. But what I donât understand is why you did. Or why you stayed away.â He took a step towards you with his cigarette long forgotten in one of his hands, the ash threatening to burn his fingers before you plucked it and stubbed it out on the stone railing. He barely flinched. âWhyâd you go?â
âI didnât want to sit around and wait for you, Sirius. I- it hurt, I was hurt. And then-â
âIâm sorry.â He offered quickly, but you shook your head.
âIâm not telling you this for you to be sorry, I just-â
âI came back for you.â
âBut it wasnât just about me anymore, Sirius!â You shouted then, and you watched his brows furrow before his face fell in horror.Â
âYouâre seeing someone.â He asked, though he phrased it as more of a statement; like heâd been expecting it.
âIâm not seeing anyone, Sirius.â You sighed.
âThen whyâd you leave? Whyâd you stay away?â
âBecause Iâm pregnant.â You blurted, and Sirius fell silent. âIâm almost six months pregnant.â
âSix-â He started, eyes falling to your stomach still hidden behind the baggy article of clothing before you smoothed the fabric over your ever rounding bump. âSix months. SixâŠâ
You let him do the maths in the head as he stared hard at your stomach like he was sitting in divination and it was a crystal ball that might just give him the answers if only he stared at it long enough.
âItâs mine?â He finally concluded.
âYes.â You whispered.
âItâs mine. Youâre pregnant, itâs mine.â He murmured, before his eyes met yours again. âYouâre pregnant with my child?â
âRight.â You agreed, and he crumpled to a heap on the floor.Â
âSirius Orion Black,â Sirius heard Remus hiss, clearly hovering somewhere over him, âI swear to Godric if you do not wake up and eat some of this godsdamned vanilla cake you bought, your brother is going to skin you alive.âÂ
âItâs true.â James agreed from somewhere on Siriusâ other side. âHe actually ran to the store when he found out you bought vanilla because he knew Remus wouldnât eat any of it. Remus is going to get his chocolate cake, and youâre going to get egged.âÂ
âShut up.â Sirius hissed as he scrunched his eyes closed. âFuck.â
âHow do you feel, mate?â James asked rather jovially as he clapped him roughy on the shoulder.
âLike hell.â
âWhyâs that?â Remus joined in.
âBecause I was in the middle of a dream and you sods woke me up going on about cake.â He muttered as he opened his eyes, realising then that heâd been propped up on a number of cushions in one of Lily and Jamesâ spare rooms.
âSâhe awake?â Lily whispered, and Sirius craned his neck to see you and Lily poke your heads into the room.
âOh my gods.â Sirius breathed as he sat up, likely far too fast for someone who fell unconscious mere moments ago. âOh my gods, youâre actually here?âÂ
âDid you hit your head, mate?â James asked as he prodded at Siriusâ head, causing Sirius to swat his arms away as he shifted towards the edge of the bed.
âYouâre here.â He whispered as you slowly made your way into the room.
âIâm here.â You offered cautiously, eyes darting around at your oldest friends like there might be some secret threat lurking in the room.
âYouâre pregnantâŠâ He tried then, punching the air right out of Lily and James who both spun to stare at you in shock.
You smoothed the fabric of your shirt over your midsection again to expose a very obvious (now that everyone could actually see it) baby bump.Â
âOh my gods!â Lily and James chorused, causing Remus to snort.
âYou knew, didnât you!?â Lily accused Remus who held his hands up in surrender.Â
âOnly when she walked in, and not a second sooner.âÂ
âWith my child.â Sirius continued, and you nodded at him.Â
âY/N.â Lily winced. âYou-â
âYou sodding scared me!â You shrilled then, grabbing one of the throw pillows James had dumped onto the ground to make room for Sirius and swinging it at him.
âI scared you!?â Sirius shrieked right back, much to the delight of Harry who started banging on the throw pillow that had landed beside him.Â
âI thought I killed you!â
âOh, well Iâm terribly sorry that finding out the woman Iâve been in love with for years and pining hopelessly over for months - who was missing for all intents and purposes, may I remind you - is pregnant with my child happened to be a little shocking.â Sirius sneered sarcastically.Â
âWell I only went âmissingâ because the man Iâve been hopelessly in love with for years and pining hopelessly over for months took off an-â The abrupt end of your statement nearly gave the room whiplash as you cut yourself off mid sentence and stared at Sirius like youâd never seen him before.Â
âWhatâŠwhat just happened?â James whispered carefully.
âYears?â You whispered then, and Sirius hated every version of himself that deigned to let you go without knowing just how loved you were.
âProbably when we were still just cosmic dust.â Sirius smiled sadly. âIâm sorry I didnât always realise, Iâm sorry I didnât make sure that you knew.â
âI take it to guess there isnât an aunt in Killarney?â Lily offered then, smiling kindly at you when you turned your attention towards her.
âNo, I- I think there actually is an aunt in Killarney, I just donât live with her.â
âWhere do you live?â Sirius asked eagerly, wondering if you could hear it in his voice or even see on his face just how desperate he was to know everything about you.
âNear Tintagel.â You offered abashedly as Remus slapped his hand on his thigh.
âYou minx!â He scolded you. âYou lived basically across the channel from me this whole time!â
âI hope itâs nice, wherever it isâ You offered him then, smiling through your tears as Sirius swallowed around his bile threatening its way up his oesophagus.
âI hope itâs nice.â Sirius blurted suddenly, and Sirius thanked the heavens for Remus John Lupin who seemed to understand that the conversation delved beyond the need of an audience, scooping Harry up and closing the door behind Lily, James, and himself to give you two some privacy.Â
âItâs nice.â You offered wetly. âItâs quiet.â
Sirius hummed in acknowledgement. âIn Tintagel, near Merlinâs cave?â
You laughed, which saw Sirius smiling. âIâm not right in Tintagel, just outside. My neighbours are mostly sheep.âÂ
âDoes it have a picket fence?â
âTo keep the sheep out of my garden.â You nodded with a smile.
âFlowers; lots of them.â Sirius deduced, you nodded again though Sirius watched your smile falter.
âYouâd probably hate it.â
âAre you there?â He asked quickly.
âWell, usually, yes.â You offered, and Sirius shrugged easily.
âSounds as though it might be my favourite place in the world, then.âÂ
The next breath that left you shuddered on its way out, and Sirius finally stood and met you in the middle of the room; close enough to touch but not daring to. He hadnât earned that right yet.Â
âTake me with you?â He all but begged then, and your face crumpled in misery.
âSirius, I donât want you to follow me because you have to, I-â
âI donât have to though, I know I donât; I know youâd never make me.â He assured you then, lifting a hand but pausing to wait for you to nod at him before he placed it on your upper arm. âThe letters, Y/N, I- Iâve been looking for you for months.â
A sob tore through you as you lowered your head, and Sirius allowed himself to catch it in his free hand.Â
âI donât want you to feel bad; Iâm not telling you so that you feel bad, love.â The endearment falling off his tongue so easily now that he had you in his arms. âBut I need you to know that I want you - any of you, all of you - and have for a very long time.âÂ
âItâs justâŠyou said-â and Sirius knew exactly what he said; he had played that conversation over and over and over in his mind until he found himself sick over it more than once. But we waited for you to tell him anyhow; heâd always wait for you. âYou couldnât settle down and be content, you couldnât play house; you werenât that kind of guy.âÂ
âI know, doll. I know.â He whispered. âIâŠI didnât think I was capable of it. I didnât think I deserved everything I wanted and I knew that you deserved better. That you deserve better.â
âBut?â
âBut Iâd be happy to spend the rest of my life trying to prove you otherwise; trying to give you everything you deserve.â
âSiriusâŠâ You sighed, and Sirius could see your walls cracking. âIâŠIâm-â
âTake me home? Please?â He begged then, words interrupted by a sob of his own. âTo Tintagel, to Killarney, to bloody fucking Azkaban or the bottom of the sodding ocean, I donât care where it is just as long as itâs with you, please. Please.â
Your hands landed on Siriusâ chest and he was sure you could feel his hummingbird heart beating under your fingertips. He only hoped you knew how it beat for you.Â
âPlease bring me home?â
James didnât know if he could consider this a success or not.Â
His motivation was not singular; it was a âhit two fairies with one gobstoneâ sort of scenario, so to speak. Was his son turning two? Indeed he was! Was James throwing a party for said sonâs birthday? Youâre damned right he was. But was it also a really good excuse to force two of his idiot best friends into the same room again? Absolutely.
Except James seems to have gotten slightly more than he bargained for; Sirius falling unconscious in his childhood backyard, you sobbing into Lilyâs shoulder out in the hallway as he and Remus tried to bring him back from the dead, Remus sneering at a slice of birthday cake like it personally offended him and Regulus threatening to defend his boyfriendâs honour, and - apparently - a new niece or nephew coming in the next three-ish months.Â
But when he looked over to see you and Sirius emerging from the spare room - both of your faces tear stained and puffy from the grief and torment you no doubt put yourselves through - hands intertwined between your bodies and your hand resting protectively over your growing bump, and a spark in Siriusâ eyes James had thought he lost in the war but now realised he only lost when he lost youâŠ
âŠyeah, James figured he could probably consider this a success.
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á„«áĄ. THATâS MY SISTER YOU BITCH
Summary: Despite Sarah and Rafeâs volatile relationship, thatâs your sister.
Warnings: Violence, illusions to sex, swearing.
You had a great day so far. You'd woken up to Rafe in between your legs, waking you up in the best way possible before he made you both breakfast as you watched him from the island. Sometimes you just liked to ponder on how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like Rafe. To everyone else, you were far from lucky but you liked it that way- knowing only you got the real Rafe Cameron.
Now, you were on your way back from grocery shopping, planning to make Rafe a romantic meal when he arrived back from work. Blasting music from your car speakers, you were completely in the zone. Until you drove up to the City Hall, glancing ahead you saw Kelce's red truck, which you thought nothing of until you saw him and his idiotic friends surrounding John B and Sarah.
Alarmed, you pulled up next to the truck, gathering the attention of everyone. Despite being a kook yourself, you were far different from the rest of them. You didn't care about pogues, to you they were like anyone else, in fact often you preferred the pogues in the Outer Banks to the kooks. Rafe's circle exclusively consisted of kooks, meaning you often received a lot of respect from kooks even though you spent a lot of your time arguing with them. Rafe didn't mind it, you were his girlfriend and lover, so if you wanted to yell he wouldn't stop you.
"Problem?" You asked, slamming your car door shut behind you. Just as Sarah hit the ground. Immediately you rushed towards Sarah. Yeah, Rafe and Sarah had problems they needed to get past but to you, Sarah was still as important as she was 2 years ago. You were proud of her for finding her true love and true friends, and you always let her know that you would always be there for her. And this time was no exception. Putting two and two together, you saw Ruthie standing much closer to Sarah than the other kooks who looked at her in shock.
They all stood stunned at your arrival, to be honest, you were probably the worst possible person to show up at that exact moment. Everyone knew your opinions on the Pogues were far more empathetic than the other kooks. "No, no problem" Kelce muttered, beginning to pull Ruthie and the others back from Sarah and John B, to which they happily obliged. Not on your watch.
"Oh no, don't stop on my accord guys. Please whatever you were going to do next. Do it." Walking over to them, Ruthie stood stunned at your arrival. Since she started dating Topper, you got a lot of joy out of berating her, publically. For once, she didn't back down at your words. "She needs to watch herself. She pushed me first, it was self-defence." Ruthie said, glancing behind you to see John B pulling Sarah to her feet.
Snorting you replied, "Ruthie, I'm not Shoupe. Don't start pleading your case, I don't care." She stalled at your response, for a moment thinking that you were on her side for pushing Sarah before you pulled her back to reality. Walking closer to her, edgingly slow, you pressed, "You think you're all big and mighty for pushing Sarah? She's 19 Ruthie, you're what? 21? Don't you think you should play with someone your own size?"
Behind you, John B and Sarah smirked at the group. Unbeknownst to you, Sarah was pregnant and John B was far too occupied to make sure Sarah was okay than to pick a fight with Kelce and his goons today. But you happily would, and even better so because who was going to fight back against the kook princess? Definitely not these ones.
âWell?â You pushed, as you stood toe to toe with Ruthie. You were growing impatient, Rafe would have finished work by now meaning that soon heâd come looking for you- and youâd rather give Ruthie a good couple punches before Rafe showed up.
âOkay times up.â Before she could even think, your fist sent her backwards onto the floor, just how Sarah had been when when you arrived. Groaning, she lifted her hands to cover her nose, assumably bleeding- hopefully broken if Rafeâs self defence lessons had done some good. âOh my god- I think you broke my nose. You bitch.â She shrieked, pulling her hands away to reveal blood beginning to pour from her nose.
Ruthie was nothing but a bully, a bully youâd had enough of tormenting the island. Your legs either side of her chest you crouched over her, âDonât worry you still look just as bad as before.â You muttered as you flew your fist back into her face that she left unguarded. Idiot. Her screaming began again, as you moved off from her, deciding that your two punches had done enough damage. Wow, youâd really have to thank Rafe for those lessons.
âJust wait until Topper hears about this, he will deal with you.â One of the other kooks muttered from behind Kelce. âYeah Iâm sure Topper will be sure to deal with me.â You laughed, Topper wouldnât touch a hair on your arm as long as you were dating Rafe- everyone knew that.
âYou want to fuck with someone, not Sarah.â You spat at them, watching Ruthie sadly pull herself to her feet, with the help of no one. âThatâs my sister you bitch. Now fuck off.â At your command, Kelce briskly walked back over to his truck, as the others followed just as fast, allowing you to turn back to John B and Sarah.
You were greeted to their smiling faces, both as grateful as each other. But you noticed, a twinge of emotion still lingering on Sarahâs face. Hearing you call her your sister in combination with her pregnancy hormones, was due to set her off to cry. Before she could get out any words, you spoke for her. âYou are my sister regardless of whatever is going on between you and Rafe. Youâre family.â Turning to John B, you continued, âThat extends to you, hubby.â You winked looking down at the ring on his finger.
With a red blush covering their faces, they praised you in thank yous. âDonât need to thank me for doing something Iâve been wanting to do for months.â Glancing back to see the red truck had disappeared.
âNow, you can thank me for warning you that Rafe will be here any minute and Iâm not sure you want to see him.â
âââââââââ
âBaby, please be more careful next time.â Rafe muttered, as he wrapped your knuckles in bandages. He was more than shocked to find you outside the city hall- alone- but with bloody knuckles. Only with the explanation, that you had an altercation with Ruthie, surprisingly over Sarah. He was confused to say the least, he wasnât even aware that Ruthie had a problem with his little sister. But the more he thought about it, of course she did- Topper still hadnât gotten over her.
âIn fact, there will be no next time. Ever.â Kissing your knuckles, he pulled you onto his chest as he lied back on your shared king bed. Stroking your hair, he let his mind wonder. Should he have been there to protect Sarah? But they hadnât had a good relationship in years, he couldnât just suddenly start caring for her. He also couldnât let you get into situations that could get you hurt over protecting Sarah.
You noticed his body still and you knew instantly his mind was wondering thinking about Sarah. Without moving your head from his chest you spoke, âRafe. I love Sarah. I know you have a difficult relationship at the moment and whilst you canât protect her I will.â Letting the silence sit between you for a moment, you decided to continue.
âSheâs our only family, Rafe.â He didnât move, but you both knew how right you were. She was all you had left. âI know baby, I know.â He whispered, laying a kiss on the top of your head, before he let his mind slip back into imagining how he can rectify this broken relationship with his sister.
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Something Iâve been thinking about a lot - I think inspired by a random instagram post I saw - is that humans are very cute.
We yawn, we get fluffy hair from our pillows and marks on our face from sleeping, we cuddle. All of these things remind me of my dog, Brie. She has a favourite toy, a small banana, and as soon as she wakes up she will search for it and bring it to me as if to say 'mum, look at my banana! Isn't it great?'. Whenever I send a friend a meme, I think 'oh my god I'm Brie and her banana' - wanting to share a joyful thing with my human. It's like penguins, pebbling. Humans are fucking adorable.
Iâm starting to feel this way also about neurodivergent humans, neurodivergent behaviours. I donât mean to be infantilising to anyone, that is definitely not the intention here⊠but itâs more of an appreciation of some of my own behaviours that I used to dislike that I now see, with perspective and context etc, are actually really adorable and endearing in others.
The above post is a wonderful example of this. We're not focussing entirely, and misspell something in such a comical manner that we have to share it with our humans, and suddenly realise it's been hours since we were able to do any productive work of any kind.
Seeing these things in others, I have a better appreciation for myself. On the whole, that is what diagnosis has given me. I understand my whole self more fully now.
Itâs so nice to be able to let go of hating some parts of myself. Iâm really proud of that.
also, a tag for this says:
like i always say: ïżœïżœadderall turns on the roomba but doesnât stop it from getting stuck under the couch.
and I've never related to anything more
i love adhd. i have a lot to do at work today. i take my meds. i open the word document. i immediately misspell âbenzodiazepines.â i go on tumblr to post âbenzodiazepenisâŠ.â for the mutualĂ©s. and then itâs 45 minutes later and ive caught up on tumblr and checked the weather and read a fic and texted an ex and ordered new pens and looked up a recipe for chicken pot pie and posted about adhd and done zero work.
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âđšđłđ»đŹđčđ”đšđ»đŹ đŒđ”đ°đœđŹđčđșđŹđșâ a @luvs4matt and @submattenthusiast collab
â đ·đšđčđ» đ¶đ”đŹ | đ°đ” đ·đŒđ©đłđ°đȘ
đ·đšđ°đčđ°đ”đź â dom!matt x sub!reader
đșđŒđŽđŽđšđčđ â in which, dom!matt and sub!matt both end up in the same scenarios, but how differently are they handled?
đŸđšđčđ”đ°đ”đźđș â SMUT, p in v, public sex, degrading praises, mirror sex, kissing, pantie eating?, bigdick!matt, slight orgasm control, clitoral stimulation, slight aftercare, petnames (baby, honey, sweetheart, good girl), small sir kink, shoppingggg, etc
with love and stems, cherry áŠáŠ
đđđđ đđđđđđđ đđđ đ đđđđđđ đđđ đđ work, and was ready to get home and see his favorite girl, but as soon as he got home, he didnât even have time to take his shoes off before you ran up to him with your purse and shoes in hand. âyouâre home!â you quickly sat down to put your shoes on âwe need to go shopping! tj maxx has that shirt iâve been wanting and i havenât been able to find it anywhere!â
you dragged him out the door and into the car. he really didnât want to go anywhere, he had been working for hours on end, but he wants you to be happy and he knows how much you love that shirt. you seen it once and when you went back to get it, it was gone.
you told him on the way there that you knew it was there because your friend called you and informed you about it. he pulled into the parking lot, finding a parking spot âiâll wait in the car, please hurry babyâ you looked at him in disbelief âwhat? no- matt. youâre coming in, câmonâ he sighed and got out of the car.
typically, matt doesnât care when you take your time shopping, he finds it adorable even, but he wanted to go home and cuddle you. you found your shirt, but after you found it, you kept looking around âmatt!â you squealed, finding the cutest pair of jeans âwhat.â
â..nevermindâ you mumbled, no longer wanting to show them off. you placed them in your cart while you walked towards the undergarments.
âyou almost done?â matt asked ânot yet- i want to see if they have any bras in my sizeâ you continued to look through them, finally finding a pack of bras in your size.
âi need to try these on!â matt groaned âwhy? arenât they your size?â you looked at matt like he was stupid âobviously they are my size matt, but all bras fit differentlyâ he mumbled a âwhateverâ before following you towards the dressing room.
âiâm trying all 3 items on matt, so itâs going to be a minute before iâm doneâ that was his last straw. he grabbed the cart from you, taking to the dressing room âmaâam? do you mind watching this for a few minutes?â the lady looked confused âum, sur-â he grabbed your hand, dragging you towards the bathroom.
âmatt- what the fuckâ he pulled you inside, pushing you against the door as he covered your mouth with his hand.
âyâknow- when i got home, all i wanted to do was shower, and spend time with youârelax, but then⊠then, you decided that you just absolutely needed to go get this fucking shirt, and i understood, i mean- you havenât stopped talking about it. but you just keep shopping after that, and take your sweet little time as if Iâm not fucking exhausted.â
you stared up at him through your lashes, starting to feel bad about making him take you here âmâsorryâ your words were muffled from his palm against your mouth âoh yeah? youâre sorry? whyâs that? is it because you know iâll punish you if you donât apologize? well, iâll punish you anyway.. you know that too..â
his hand travels from your mouth, down to your waist ânow tell meâ his grip on your waist is hard as he brings his lips to your ear âare you gonna be a good girl and be quiet?â you muttered back a âyes sir..â
he chuckled âgood.â he placed his lips on yours, roughly kissing you. this went on until your lips were bruised, and yours, and his clothes were off. he pulled away, turning you around to face the mirror âcanât believe i gotta teach you a lesson in a damn bathroom..â he grunted as he lines his tip up with your entrance.
you let out a moan while he filled your pussy, but it was louder than it shouldâve been, someone in the store probably heard you âyou said that you were going to be quiet, now be quiet, before i have to cover your mouth againâ
âi know.. mâsorry.. y- youâre.. youâre just so bigâ he went as deep as he could after you said that âyeah? i got a big cock baby?â you hummed. you tried to restrain your moans and whimpers, but when he finally started fucking you, you couldnât anymore.
they were so loud that matt had to still his hips, grabbing your panties from off the floor, before continuing âget these in your mouth, câmon- oh- yeeaahhâ he shoved your panties into your mouth, your own arousal filling your taste buds.
the sound of skin slapping skin echoed through out the room, sweat coating your forehead. you moaned and whined into the fabric as his cock brushes against your cervix.
you tried looking away from the mirror, embarrassed that you already were ruined just from some dick, but matt wouldnât let you, he gripped your jaw, making you look at yourself âlook at you.. âgot your makeup all messy.. your droolinâ everywhere..â
his fingers rubbed fast, tight, circles on your clit.
the pleasure felt so good to the point that you couldnât even make more sounds than a groanâpossibly a whimper, which is why matt let you remove the panties from your mouth âm- mattâ your voice was barely a whisper âhold itâ you attempted to protest, but it was no use. âyou either hold it, or you donât cum at all.. your choiceâ
âiâll h.. hold it..â you were so dangerously close to falling over the edge, but you didnât want to disobey him âplease..â he chuckled from behind you, speeding up his already rapid thrusts âfine.. cum all over my cock babyâ
you came all over his cock, yours and his sticky substances flow out of your hole as he too finished. âdid so good sweetheartâ he gives you kisses on your cheek and your neck, almost as a small reward. he grabbed toilet paper, using it to clean both of you up before he re-clothed both of you âum.. matt?â
âyeah honey?â you looked down at your wobbly knees before looking back up at him âi.. i donât know if i can walk..â he smirks at the fact that he took that ability from you âiâll go get the cartâ
âthank youâ he gives you a sweet kiss before he leaves the bathroom.
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a/n - surprise???
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Medical Emergency
Summary: Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x Fe!Reader -> When Jake gets a call asking to pick you up from the hospital, it's safe to say he's confused. Especially considering neither of you were known for getting along with the other.
Disclaimer: Enemies to lovers, brother's best friend, descriptions of being ill (nothing fully specified, just fainting a lot, low blood sugar and hormones), swearing, fluff, steamy moments, he takes care of you. This has been in my w.i.p for a while now so it's kinda a long one. Not Proof Read.
It was safe to say Jake was confused to find out he was your emergency contact.Â
It was known to most people in the town that you and Jake werenât exactly the best of friends. The hatred started all back when he was brought into Top Gun the first time round. Before he suddenly became the best, of the best of the best. And each year he came back, it only got worse.Â
Neither of you would be surprised if everyone in San Diego knew about how much you and Jake didnât get along.Â
So, yeah. Getting a call from a Nurse called Emma telling him he needed to come and pick you up from the hospitalâŠhe was confused.Â
Heâd spent most of the day training the new recruits at Top Gun. He was on base when he got the call, but twenty minutes later, he was parked outside the hospital and was being shown to your room.Â
âSheâs to take two of these every six hours for the next three days. If she has any drastic changes; dizziness, nausea, vomiting, etc. Bring her back. But she should be okay.â
He hadnât even been told what had happened.Â
Then he saw you.Â
On a typical day, your hair was either up or down. You typically wore bright colours since the kids in your class like to point them out and name them. And even at the end of the week when youâd walk into the Hard Deck, Penny already having your drink waiting for you, and youâd look tired and ready to go to bed, you were stillâŠbright. Put together.Â
But from where he was standing, you were dressed in grey sweats and a Top-Gun hoodie. Most likely, you thought it was your brotherâs. But from the worn hole around the edge of it let Jake know it was his. One your brother had never returned to him.Â
You lookedâŠlike you needed to be comforted.Â
Your hair was pulled back into a messy ponytail at the base of your skull. Any hints of make-up had been long washed away. Your nail polish was chipped, if not already peeled from your nails.Â
Finally slipping your shoes on, you stood slowly. You looked like you needed to sleep for a year, and maybe take another nap for eight months.Â
âJust sign here and here and then youâre free to go.â
Jake watched as the nurseâs words just about registered in your ears before you slowly picked the pen up from her hand and signed your name at the bottom of the paper.Â
Reaching to grab the rest of your stuff, Jake almost swooped forwards. âIâve got it.â
You just nodded. âThanks.â
Any other day, you would have told him you could do it yourself and tell him to fuck off.Â
He picked up your overnight bag and, with a hand at the bottom of your back, led you out of the hospital.Â
âThis way.â
You followed him back to his car and once he knew you were safe inside the passenger seat, he rounded the car and got into his seat.Â
âI did tell them just to call me a cab. You can just drop me off down the road. You donât need to-â
âIâm not letting you walk home.â He told you. âWhatâs your address?â
Part of Jake wished youâd fight him more about walking home. At least that way heâd know you were actually okay. He still would have driven you home, butâŠhe wanted you back.Â
Typing your address into his phone, he followed the sat-nav.Â
By the time he pulled up outside your house, you were asleep. He waited for five minutes, letting you sleep whilst he researched and read the prescription youâd been given.Â
Then he looked up at your house. You had to have a spare key.Â
Carefully, he left his car and walked up your path. He looked in all the typical places until he found a small patch of wood from your porch coming loose. Inside was your key.Â
So, opening your door and carrying your things inside, he came back for you.Â
Unbuckling your seatbelt, he placed one of your arms around his neck before placing his own arms around your back and under your legs.Â
âItâs okay. Go back to sleep.â
And you did.Â
Shutting the door to his car with his back, he carried you into your house, shutting your front door with his foot before taking you into your bedroom and laying you on top of your sheets. Looking around, he found a basket of blankets just under your window.Â
However, as he covered you up, he checked your temp with the back of his hand. You seemed okay.Â
Then you reached for him.Â
It was only for a few seconds, but you held his hand before your body fell back to sleep.Â
Before he left your room, Jake got you a glass of water and left your window on a latch. And then he stayed.Â
Kicking off his boots by the door, he locked everything up around your home before laying down on top of the guest bed with a million and one questions circling around his head.Â
Why was he your emergency contact? What had happened? Why didnât anyone else tell him you were in the hospital for, clearly, more than a couple of hours?Â
You spent the next two days in and out of consciousness. The hospital told Jake not to worry and that it was a good sign you were sleeping. Heâd wake you every couple of hours and give you your tablets.Â
And each time, youâd wake up with the same confusion of how and why he was in your house. And then youâd remember. And apologise. And thank him. Before heâd tell you to lay back down and get some rest.Â
By the time you came round, you woke up to texts pinging on your phone.Â
How could you not tell me you were dating someone?
We SERIOUSLY need to catch up about this when youâre back in.Â
Your boyfriend called the school. Why is this how Iâm finding out youâre sick?
Get better soon, honey xoxo
Also, donât worry about the kids. Iâve got your class covered.Â
One of your fellow-teacher best friends. You and her had joined the school as teachers in the same year. She had been away on a cruise for the last two weeks.Â
Slowly, everything that had happened over the last two days came flooding back to you. They had called Jake. He had come to get you at the hospital. He kept waking you up. Had he stayed that whole time? Was he the one to call your school?
Pulling yourself from your bed and heading to the bathroom, you caught a look of yourself in the mirror. You lookedâŠrough. And also the exact same as you had when youâd left the hospital. Maybe there was a little more colour in your cheeks.Â
And you did feel better.Â
The room felt still and you didnât feel like throwing up all your insides out, despite being unable to do so.Â
Drying your hands on the towel, you made your way through your home. Things wereâŠtidy. Militarily so. The last time your place, although tidy, had looked militarily tidy had been when your brother had visited you before he got deployed again.Â
So, either, he was here now. Jake was still here. Or you had a ghost haunting your house that just so happened to be in the Navy.Â
Walking down the stairs, you found a pair of boots at the bottom of your stairs. They definitely werenât yours.Â
Then you heard someone in the kitchen. The smell of fresh bread and chicken noodle soup wafted through your home.Â
It was a minute or two before Jake spotted you. It felt like a fever dream, watching him in your kitchen, dressed normally, a towel slung over his shoulder as he slid the bread buns from the tray to a cooling rack.Â
âOh, hey. Youâre awake.â
You nodded. âDid you cook?â
âHow are you feeling?â Jake made his way over to you, his hand coming to touch your forehead and cheeks. You swatted his hands away. You could have sworn you saw him smile after you did it.Â
âGet off me, Iâm fine.â
Jake smiled as he watched you make your way to sit down on the opposite side of the kitchen island. You looked way better than you had done when he saw you in the hospital.Â
âWhat day is it?â
âTuesday.â He told you, continuing to slide all but one of the bread buns onto the cooling back. The final one, he dropped onto a plate before dishing out a bowl of the soup.Â
âEat up. Youâre gonna need your strength.â
You looked at the food in front of you. âYou made this?â
âI made it.â
You looked at him sceptically. âIs this how you plan to kill me? She was weak, your honour. I just wanted to help her.â
âWhy would I take care of you for three days and then kill you? Itâd be easier if I did it in three days.â
âSo you did think about it.â
Jake rolled his eyes and handed you a fork. âJust eat.â
You couldnât lie, it was one of the best mealâs youâd had in a long time. And as you ate, you looked around your home. Your books had been tidied away and back onto your shelves. All except two. One you were part way through reading and one that wasâŠalmost finished. But not by you.Â
You didnât notice as Jake watched you take everything in. Your books, your pots of pens. You dish towels, your spices and other baking ingredients. Some had even been put into the jars you had been meaning to fill back up. Then you noticed the smaller things. Like how heâd put up the wooden signs in your kitchen youâd been planning to do for months, and how heâd cleanedâŠeverything.Â
It looked like heâd done a complete renovation of your place whilst youâd been knocked out.Â
Then you noticed the pile of papers on your kitchen counter.Â
The English and maths tests youâd given to your class a few weeks ago. You hadnât finished marking them.Â
But Jake had.Â
You took the top paper and looked it over.Â
âDid you mark these?â You flipped through the pages. Not only were they marked, but they were marked correctly. They even had a sticker on each of âwell doneâ or âgreat stuffâ.Â
You heard Jake chuckle. âI am a teacher, too, you know.â
âYouâre aâŠTop Gun instructor. Not a third-grade teacher.â
âI do suppose I am over qualified to help but-â
You shook your head. You hadnât meant for it to sound so insulting.
âNo, I-I mean, thank you. But you didnât have to do this. Any of this.â You gestured around your home. âYou already did enough bringing me home.â
âI wanted to ask you about that. Why was it me that brought you home? Surely you have people who you actually like, to be your emergency contact?â
Tyler watched as you fell silent and searched for the words to tell him.Â
âYouâreâŠnot.â Taking a breath, you looked up at him. âTheyâŠthey tried a couple of people. They couldnât make it. One of the nurses knows Penny so called and asked if she had anyoneâs number who I knew. I did try and tell them to just call me a cab.â
He let your words settle over him.Â
âWho?â
âWhat?â
âWho else did you call? Who didnât pick up?â
You listed them off. Most were people in your family and a couple of friends.Â
âI would have fought them on it but-â
âIâm glad you called me.â Jake admitted you. And it struck you. âGive me your phone.â
You slid it over to him. And he called his number from your phone.Â
âIf anything like that happens again, I want you to call me.â
âJake-â
He shook his head. âYouâre not fighting me on this. Fight me on everything else. Anything else. But not this. Call me.â
So you just nodded. âOkay.â
âGood. And eat up, too.â
You did. âYou say that as if weâve got some place to be.â
âWe do.â
âWhere?â
âYouâll see.â
Twenty minutes later he practically shoved you into your bathroom en-suit telling you to shower and get changed.Â
âI thought my nurse was meant to be kind.â
âI am kind!â He said. âAnd Iâm not a nurse. And Iâm a friend.â
You laughed a little at that one.Â
âIâve seen the inside of your junk drawer. Iâm your friend. I have to be, or else I donât have a word for it.â
He did have a point on that. Your junk drawerâŠeven you hadnât seen the inside of that thing in at least a year.Â
So, after getting dressed, taking the last of your antibiotic and forcing some kind of health smoothie Hangman had made you with the blender he found at the back of your cupboard, you found yourself back in the passenger seat of his car.Â
âWhere are we going?â
He said nothing, just smiled and pulled the aviators from his collar and put them on before starting his engine and for a moment you wondered if that was what he did when he got into his jet. Flash his million-dollar smile before starting his jet engine and taking off into the sky. For a moment you wondered what it would be like to watch him land and look over at you just like he did.Â
But then you forced yourself back to reality.Â
This was Jake Seresin, aka Hangman. Given that name because he hangs his team out to dry.Â
But he didnât leave you.Â
In fact, he was the only one to show up.Â
And the first to stay.Â
You read the road signs as best as you could until you realised where he was taking you.Â
âYou know there is a beach like ten minutes from my house.â
He nodded. âI know. But youâre there all the time. Youâve seen that patch a thousand times. This is different.â
âHow? Isnât all sand the same?â
He shrugged, still smiling. âMaybe. But they always say the beach can work a thousand miracles. Come on.â
It was a five minute walk to the bottom.Â
âIs it usually this empty?â
He looked around. âThereâs usually a couple more people, but yeah. This is usually it. Not many people drive this far down. They think itâs not the best but to meâŠcouldnât be more perfect.â
âHuh.â
âWhat?â Jake asked, looking at you.Â
You continued looking out to the water. You shook your head. âNo, nothing. JustâŠnever thought youâd be the sentimental type.â
âWellâŠIâm not.âÂ
You looked at him.Â
âTo most people.â
It was at that moment you felt a small crackle. Either in your chest or your gut, something crackled. And you felt the blanket of hatred you had for Jake Seresin start to fade.Â
His call sign might be âHangmanâ, but you had a strong feeling that when it came to those he cared aboutâŠhe tried his best to stick around. And even if he couldnât, heâd make a memory of them to last a lifetime.Â
 For the rest of the day, you spent most of your time lying on the beach watching the waves or reading your book, which he had packed. And it wasâŠone of the best days youâd had in a long time.Â
âWhy are you doing this?â
âWhat?â Moving the book from his face, Jake looked at you from beneath his shades as you lay on your stomach beside him.Â
âThis? Less than a week ago Iâm pretty sure people would have made money on you and I killing each other. Why are you helping me?â
âBecause you need it. And Iâm pretty sure anyone else would believe you when you say that you donât.â
âAnd you donât believe me?â
He shook his head. âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âBecause I know you.â
You scoffed. âWhat do you mean you know me?â
You watched as he smiled and tried to kill the butterflies in your stomach.Â
âY/n.â
You were still getting used to the fact he was using your first name. Usually it was your last, or some sweet nickname like âSweetheartâ that would grate through your entire body.Â
âYou spend most of your time making sure everyone feels okay and is doing okay. The only time you actually let your feelings know is when youâre taking shit to me. You deserve a break. You deserve to take one before your body forces you to have one.â
Hearing his words as he spoke, you slowly sat up until your back was to the water and you were fully facing him.Â
âPlus, your brother asked me to look out for you. And Iâd rather not suffer his wrath again.â
Okay, that had to be complete bull. Your brotherâs wrath when it came to protecting you, that was true. But why ask Jake of all people given he knew your history and track record with him.Â
And what did he mean by again?
You barely had time to ask all of your questions before you watched him stand up, throwing his book closed to the ground. You mentally scolded yourself for letting your eyes wander all over him.Â
You werenât blind to the fact Hangman looked, well, like him. A daring smile, enough charm to charm even the most sourest of people and the body to go with it. But before today, you had been immune. At least, you considered yourself immune since the blanket of hatred that you held for him seemed to block plenty out.Â
Worst of all, he caught you.Â
You knew he caught you because of the smirk on his face and the chuckle that escaped his broad chest.Â
âShut up.â You groaned, forcing yourself to stand. âIâve been in the hospital. My immune system is temporarily weakened.â
âIt isnât the first time Iâve caught you, Sweetheart.â Seresin drawled just as you looked at him both annoyed and confused. And maybe slightly offended that he thought you had, before today, purposefully checked him out.Â
But he just laughed. âCome on, I want to show you something.â
âBut what about our stuff?â
âItâll be safe. I know most of the people on this beach, theyâll make sure nothing happens to it.â
Taking your hand in his, he led you down the beach, under a small cove and through to the otherside where some rocks were covered in seaweed and sand.Â
And for a while, you and Jake explored the place. Youâd never been this far down the beach so finding out it existed was a bonus. Finding seaweed to pop and watching the crabs crawl across some of the rocks was fun.Â
Youâd never stop to take a break. Straight out of college, youâd begun teaching. It had been in your home town until your brother got accepted into Top Gun. And, with an internalised fear of losing him, you moved out to San Diego. You knew after a while heâd be stationed somewhere else, but youâd managed to find a home there. And when your brother was stationed not too far from his Top Gun base, the rest of your family moved closer.Â
Since then, it has been helping them get settled, tutoring their children after spending all day teaching. It was sleepless nights spent alone at home, living off the quickest food you could make because you simply didnât have time to cook. It was running yourself so far into the ground that the one person who you never thought would even step foot into your home was the only one to show up and give you enough space to actually relax.Â
So watching crabs walk along the rocks was fun.Â
And hearing your name, and calling out his name above the waves, without hatred or malice behind it, was fun, too.Â
âCome and look at this.â
Carefully, you made your way over the rocks, trying your best not to slip and hit your head. And you did so, until the last rock before you joined him.Â
Letting out a small yell as you reached out to try and catch yourself, he threw out his hand and caught you.Â
âYou okay?â
âFine.â
âCan you stand?â
You lowered yourself to a lower rock, still holding onto his arms before letting go and allowing yourself to take his hand and help you up the rest of the way.Â
âWhat am I looking at?â
It was a starfish.Â
The rest of the day, you and Jake explored the shore, skipped rocks on the calming water, sunbathed and even took a swim in the water.Â
By the time the sun had set, you found yourself sitting with him on the hood of his car, a pizza box between you both, watching the planes fly from the airport.Â
A week ago, if anyone had told you that you would have done any of this, especially with Hangman, you would never have believed them.Â
âThank you, for your help.â You blurted out as you watched another plane fly into the sky.Â
âYou donât have to thank me.â
âYes, I do.â You wanted him to listen to you. âGiven our track record for being nice to each other, I wouldnât have been surprised if you didnât turn up at the hospital to bring me home. But you did. And you made sure I didnât fall into some kind of coma after it. And today you gave me the first day, I think, ever, where Iâve not done a thousand things for somebody else and enjoyed what I was doing. So, I do need to thank you for that.â
âAre you sayingâŠyouâŠlike me?â
You couldnât stop the smile on your face, but you tried to force it away. âOkay.â
âNo, no. I mean, this is a miracle.â
âYouâre tolerable.â You corrected him.Â
Smiling, he took another slice of pizza. âYou like me.â
âNo, I donât.â
âYou like me. I am now your friend. We are now friends.â
You shook your head, holding in a laugh. âJust shut up and eat your pizza.â
It was safe to say after that, that everyone was shocked at the dynamic between both you and Hangman.Â
They had all gotten so used to the insults and borderline flirty comments youâd both sling each other's way, it had become like white noise. So, when it was gone and replaced with laughter and smiling, it gave everyone a terrified feeling.Â
âIâm guessing theyâre not here yet.â
Penny shook her head as she poured another pint. With a smile, she nodded over to the other end of the bar. âTheyâre over there.â
Twenty minutes later, it had become like a social study for everyone in the bar to watch you and Jake.Â
âDo you think they fucked? Got all that pent up energy out?â
Coyote shook his head. âNo, he would have told me. How long have they been like this? Maybe theyâve been hypnotised into liking each other?â
Rooster shook his head. âThe hypnotist left like three months ago. Maybe theyâreâŠfaking it. Do you think they heard us talking about them last week? About who would kill who first? Maybe theyâre teaming up so nobody wins?â
Penny shook her head as she wiped down the bar. âWell, whatever it is, itâs a nice change. She looks a lot happier. They both do. Who knows, maybe next weâll be holding a wedding here.â
âNot their wedding?â Rooster seemed shocked. âPenny, they were about three insults away from killing each other three weeks ago.â
âLove is blind, as they say.â
For the rest of the night, people watched you and Jake sat together. Seresin and Y/l/n. Hangman and Sweetheart.Â
And then they watched as you walked home.Â
Together.Â
It was safe to say everyone was shocked to their core. For the first time ever, there had been a night where both you and Jake had not only been in the bar at the same time but had also sat together for the whole night, and not once killed each other.Â
Verbally or otherwise.Â
âYou know, youâre not as big of a dick as I thought you were Seresin. Tonight was a nice change.â
âI have been known to be kind once in a while.â
âKeep this up, you might be fit to see another day.â
âSo might you.â Jake replied as he watched you climb the steps of your front porch. âI meant what I said, about taking a break. You deserve one, Y/n.â
You took in what he said with a small nod before adding. âYou know, itâs still freaking me out, you even know my first name.â
âIf it helps, the nurse had to tell me.â He said. âGuess Iâve called you by your last name so much, I forgot your first.â
âIs that why you keep saying it? So you donât forget?â
He shrugged, a slight smirk on his face. âMaybe. Maybe not.â
âYou know, it is okay if you forget it once in a while.â
Jake smiled a little at that. âHow could I forget the name of the woman who once dumped three shots of tabasco sauce into my drink?â
âHey, you canât prove that was me.â
âHey, the bottle was in your hand.â
You unlocked your door. âI still plead not guilty.â
âWhatever you say, Sweetheart. Sure youâre okay on your own?â
You nodded. âIâll be fine. Besides, donât you have an early start in the morning?â
He nodded. âEven so. Call me.â
âGoodnight, Jake.â
âNight, Sweetheart.â
He waited for you to lock your doors before he got into his car and drove back home.Â
The following weeks continued the same way. If anybody who was anybody saw you and Jake âHangmanâ Seresin together, in the same room, talking. They would stop and watch.Â
Never in a million years did anyone expect you and Jake to talk, never mind actually become friends.Â
Each Friday, you met each other at the bar. You both have a drink. Youâd both sit and talk. Maybe some of your old ways were still there with each other, but there was less â25 to lifeâ about it and more âaffectionâ in the words you both said.Â
However, it nearly gave people an aneurysm when they thought you were both actually dating.Â
Two people who were thirty seconds away from physically fighting each other every day had gone from, well, that, toâŠtoâŠto dating?
It couldnât beâŠcould it?
And the rumours that had been spread by one of the bar regulars, after sheâd spotted both of you grocery shopping together before spotting Jakeâs car leave from the top of your road hours later, were only fueled when they heard about what happened at the school.Â
It had been months since you fainted and you had been getting better. You felt better, you felt like you had more energy. And with Jakeâs help you started to feel like a person again. A person who wasnât wholly consumed by their work constantly, whether they were ten miles from the building or not.Â
Except, one morning, you woke up and feltâŠoff.Â
Something wasnât right. You couldnât put your finger on it, but something didnât feel right. Maybe your period was coming early. It has been doing that lately. Surprising you when you least expected or wanted it.Â
Just a few weeks ago, it had arrived early once again. And the pain youâd felt in the days before nearly floored you. And when you hadnât showed up at the bar like youâd agreed to with Jake, he came looking for you. That night heâd taken a quick trip to the grocery store after you told him what happened. He looked after you. Made sure you were okay. The next day, he drove you back to the store and you stocked up on supplies and snacks.Â
It was also later that night when he surprised you by making dinner.Â
Opening up your fridge, you took one of the healthy smoothies that Jake had left you the last time heâd come round, before packing it into your bag and heading to work.Â
Your queasy feelings only got worse. And thenâŠyou felt it.Â
Sticking on a documentary for your class, you took your phone and slowly made your way towards the teachers bathroom, stopping off at the next class.Â
âCan you keep an eye on them for a couple of minutes?âÂ
Your best friend nodded. âCourseâ honey.â Before asking her TA to go next door.Â
âYou okay?â
You tried your best to look okay, despite everything you were feeling inside.Â
âYeah. Yeah. I will be.â
As the TA headed next door, you made your way towards the bathroom, then dialled his number.Â
âHey,â Jake said as he answered. âJust about to call you. Theyâve got a showing of The Wizard of Oz tonight at the theatre, if you wanted to go-â
âJake.â
âAre you okay? Whatâs happened? Is everything okay? Is it your brother-â
âEveryâŠâ You swallowed thickly before carefully lowering yourself onto the floor with your back against the wall, and unlocking the door. âEverythingâs okay, itâs justâŠâ
Jake had a strong feeling he knew what was happening. âIâm on my way. Where are you?â
âSchool bathroom. Teacherâs.â
âOkay.â You could hear him leaving his office and getting into his car. âIs the door unlocked?â
You didnât answer.Â
âY/n.â
âIâm here.â
Jake breathed. âY/n, Sweetheart. Is the door unlocked to the bathroom?â
âYes.â
âDoes anyone else know youâre there?â
You explained what happened as best as you could.Â
âJust, please get here soon?â
âI will, Sweetheart. I promise. Iâm almost there.â
You didnât know how long had passed but it wasnât long before you heard your name being called out by Jake.Â
Pulling the door open a little from the floor, Jake ran towards it and peeked inside. There you were, sat with your knees close to your chest, against the wall.Â
He stepped inside before crouching down.Â
âI-Iâm sorry I called. I just-â
Checking you over, Jake cupped your face. âHey, no. No. Iâm glad you called me. You can always call me. How are you feeling?â
âDizzy. Itâs better now but still like the room is spinning. And Iâm not harnessed in.â
âOkay. Do you think you can stand?â
You gave a small nod. âMaybe.â
Helping you up, Jake took your hands in his and you stood up.Â
âCome on, weâre getting you checked out at the ER.â
You would have fought him on it but considering the last time it happened they kept you in overnight, you went willingly.Â
Thankfully, you didnât pass out even when the dizziness and the nausea felt like they were getting worse.Â
By the time the doctor saw you, she did all of the routine checks before turning and looking at Jake and back to you.Â
âIs there a possibility you could be pregnant? Iâve seen a lot of couples come in here with similar symptoms and-â
Oh shit.Â
âOh, no. I-Iâm not. And heâs not-â
âWeâre- Weâre not together.â
A few more awkward moments like that filled the next couple of hours until both yourself and Jake seemed to give up on correcting people.Â
By the time they discharged you, they told you your blood sugar levels had dropped and your hormones were beginning to change with your cycle. Along with the advice to try and reduce stress.Â
Driving you home that night, Jake made a detour. Towards the diner and then towards the beach along The Hard Deck.Â
It was quiet for a Tuesday evening, but yourself and Jake just sat and ate dinner whilst watching the water push in and pull out constantly across the sand until eventually, laying your head on his shoulder, he placed his arm around your own.Â
âThank you. For everything youâve done for me.â
âThank you for calling me. Are you feeling any better?â
You nodded, gratefully. âJust a little tired, that's all.â
âIâll drop you off at home, soon, if youâd like.â
You nodded then looked at him. And before you could stop yourself, you asked him; âWould you stay with me? Tonight? If you canât- or if you donât want to-â
âIâll stay.â
âA-are youâŠsure?â
Jake nodded, a faint smile on his lips. âIâll stay with you.â
You didnât know what else to say other than thank you, so pressing a light kiss to his cheek, you said as much. âThank you.â
You could have sworn you saw him blush as he smiled and looked down. âAnytime.â
It was odd really, laying beside the man you thought youâd be telling your kids about when you were older. About how much you hated him and how much he hated you, and why neither of you could sit next to each other at the Thanksgiving table every year.Â
Jake had decided to stay in your guest bedroom, but the minute you heard him lay down in his bed, you feltâŠawake. Not wide awake. You were still tired. But you werenât settled. Something inside of you wanted to be closer to him.Â
So, after an hour of laying on your back, staring at your ceiling and listening to the distant shore line, with the odd rumble of a carâs engine running up and down the road every now and again, you got up.Â
Jake had left his door open. If you shouted for him, or needed him, he would be able to hear you. Usually, heâd be out like a light, waking up at the smallest of noises. But this time, he couldnât sleep.Â
Instead, his mind was going over the fact you had called him when you were at work. And the fact that he enjoyed it when you were with him. That he was the one you chose to lean on. And the fact that he wished he was down the hall with you at that moment, then lay alone in the dark in your guest bedroom.Â
Then he heard you.Â
From the dim, moonlit hallway, he saw you.Â
âHey, everything-â
âCan I stay with you?â
Already half way up, Jake paused for a second. Then nodded. ââCourse. Come âere.â
Walking over, Jake pulled the covers back and you climbed under them before feeling his arm wrap around you. And your arms came around him, one over his shoulder and round his neck, the other by his side.Â
Instinctively, he pulled one of your legs across him and held it there whilst his other arm remained securely around your back, holding you to him.Â
âIs this okay?â
He felt you nod and he nervously swallowed.Â
âAre you okay, Sweetheart?â
In a quiet voice, your breath against his neck, you answered. âBetter now.â
Pressing a kiss to your head, you nuzzled into each other.Â
âGood.â
Not too long after that, you both fell asleep.Â
And when you both woke up, neither of you wanted to move.Â
If this had somehow happened six months ago, you probably would have thrown each other to the other side of the room. But it wasnât six months ago. And youâd come to know Jake asâŠJake. Who took care of his friends, and made sure everyone was okay and was kind and caring andâŠa lot of other things you didnât want to think about at six oâclock in the morning.Â
And the way he was looking at you at that moment made you think about other things that you didnât want to think about.Â
âWhat are you thinking about?â Jake asked after a few moments of watching you study him.Â
âThat you need to stop looking at me like that.â
âLike what?â
âLike youâŠlike me.â
Jake smiled. âI do like you, Sweetheart.â
âJake.â
Then, for a moment, everything feltâŠserious. His tired smile dropped a little from his lips as he looked at you.Â
âDo you trust me?â
You felt your heartbeat pick up in your chest and for a moment, you wondered if he could hear it.Â
âYes.â
Tucking your hair behind your ear, you felt him cup your cheek. âY/nâŠâ
He seemed nervous.Â
âCan I kiss you?â
If you had let yourself think about it long enough, you never would have guessed Jake âHangmanâ Seresin, who went after whatever, and usually whoever he wanted, would ask if he could kiss. Youâd always assumed that he was so confident in life and with women that heâd know. That heâd see the small signals. Or even the loud ones. And justâŠkiss a girl.Â
But no.Â
He asked.Â
And something in your gut jumped.Â
So you answered; âYes.â
Nervously, he licked his lips before he leaned in. And kissing him feltâŠweird. Because it feltâŠnormal. Unlike anything else youâd felt in your life.Â
You managed to pull him closer, until he was leaning above you. âIs this okay?â
âYes.â
From there, the softer, searching kisses slowly faded away and turned into something more. More wanting, more needing. Feeling his hands move down your body before he gripped your hips, and pulled you closer to him and carefully slid them back up until the fabric of your t-shirt began to bunch together.Â
Feeling him press into your thigh, you let out a small noise that was only swallowed by his kiss. Swiftly, he pulled you across him, your legs straddling his lap before he sat up. Once more, he pushed the hair from your face and took you in, in the rising daylight.Â
No words were spoken out loud, but everything was said.Â
Leaning down, you kissed him again before letting your own hands move down his chest and towards the hem of his t-shirt. Except, just as he pulled you closer by your waist, his hips rocking into you, you both jolted at the sound of his alarm.Â
âSorry.â Jake quickly turned and switched it off. You were both going to be late for work.Â
âIf we donât get ready now, weâre gonna be late.â
Looking at him, you didnât know fully what to say. It had just been the hottest make out session of your life, with a guy six months ago people would have bet money on you killing. And youâd both been cock-blocked by his alarm.Â
âIâll meet you here, after work?â
That made you smile. âOkay.â
Then he did, too. âOkay.â Before throwing his phone to the side and pulling you down to kiss him. But as you pulled away, he groaned, trying to pull you back to continue but you walked a good three feet away from the bed.Â
âCanât be late, Hangman. Youâve got pilots to teach.â
With a coy smile, he was standing in front of you within seconds before lifting you onto the dresser behind you. This time, it was you trying to pull him back when he stopped kissing you. But he just stood back and let out a small chuckle.Â
âWeâve both got students to teach, Sweetheart. We stay here any longer, theyâre both gonna miss us.â
One final kiss to your lips, he stood back and practically ran away before you could grab hold of him.Â
Twenty minutes later, he was showered and dressed for the day and had poured you a coffee to-go as well as packed you another smoothie and grabbed your lunch for you before youâd come downstairs, dressed and began loading the last of the exam papers into your bags.Â
He dropped you back off at work, however, when you realised he was waiting in the parking lot for you to enter, you left your bags by the pillar and walked back. With his window already being down, you leaned in and kissed him, feeling his hand cup the back of your head.Â
âSee you tonight?â
âSee you tonight.â
The day for either of you couldnât have felt longer. And by the time Jake came walking through your back door, dropping his bag onto one of the pantry hooks, he couldnât have been more relieved to see you.Â
And for a moment, he just watched you as you sat on the sofa with crossed legs, flipping through a textbook and making notes. Softly, he approached you from behind before wrapping his arms around your shoulders.Â
You smiled.Â
âHey, Sweetheart.â
âYouâre back.â
You felt him relax against you. âFinally.â
âThereâs some food. I made you a plate in the oven.â
He pressed a kiss to your head before walking towards the kitchen. âI would have cooked.â
âI know, but I needed the distraction.â
Waltzing back inside holding onto the warm plate, he smirked as he popped a fork-full of veg into his mouth. You could already feel your cheeks heating and from the look on his face, he could see it clear as day.Â
âDistraction from what?â
âNothing in particular.â
âNothing, huh?â
At some point, he put down his plate and rounded back to the sofa, standing behind you before pressing soft kisses into the side of your neck.Â
âJake.â
The way you said his name went straight to his dick.Â
As he moved your hair, you leaned to grant him more access. A satisfied smirk came to his lips as he watched your legs move to straighten out.Â
âIâve been thinking about you all day, Sweetheart.â
Eventually, you felt Jake move away but he appeared again, lowering himself in front of you. Taking the textbooks and notes from you and placing them on the coffee table behind him, he leaned forward and pulled you in to kiss him.Â
âHave you been thinking about me?â
Feeling his hand move up your thigh and towards your shorts, you leaned in closer. âHave you, Sweetheart?â
âYes,â your voice came out breathy.Â
âIs this okay?â
You nodded.Â
âI need words, darlinâ.â
âYes. Yes, itâs okay.â
As time passed, the small part of you that was still able to function started to ask questions. Like why you had hated him so much in the first place? And how you almost missedâŠhim.Â
And by the time you woke up in the morning, Jake practically wrapped around you like a boa constrictor, you had come to a new conclusion.Â
You didnât hate him anymore.Â
You hadnât hated him for a long time.Â
All opinions you had of him, especially after a night of mindblowing sex, had been shot out of the water.Â
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin was no longer the man you thought he was. The man you had come to know and lo-Â
The man you had come to know was a man that showed up. And stayed. He was someone that took care of the people he cared about. He was someone that would fix things in your home without you asking. He was someone that cooked meals, even if it was almost one oâclock in the morning and you were craving a grilled cheese. He was someone that, even after sex, took care of you in a way nobody had ever even thought about doing before. He was someone that you could trust and respect, and did so.Â
Jake âHangmanâ Seresin was a man that had proved your theories wrong and he was a man that you realised you were falling for.Â
And in some ways, that scared you. And in some ways, it didnât.Â
Because, for as much as he could be so sure of himself. So bold. So confident, it bordered on cocky. You were also sure of him. Sure that, if he was feeling the same things you felt, that he wouldnât let you hurt yourself when you fell, but rather heâd catch you.Â
And it, surprisingly, didnât take him very long.Â
By the time you woke up in the morning and headed downstairs, freshly dressed in a worn Top Gun hoodie and a pair of sleep shorts, you started making breakfast. However, as you stood at the stove, flipping the bacon, you felt a newly familiar pair of arms wrap around your waist from behind.Â
Dropping his chin to your shoulder, Jake pulled you close to his chest.Â
âGood morning.â
âMorningâ.â He drawled. âWhatchaâ cookinâ?â
âBacon and eggs. Thereâs also toast in the toaster.â
With a smile, Jake pressed a kiss to your exposed collar which caused you to let out a small giggle before quickly turning the stove off.Â
âYouâve gotta be careful, Hangman. Youâll make me burn breakfast.â
He hummed a response. âI had a couple other meals in mind.â
âOh really? Like what?â
With his hands on your hips and his lips on your neck where you suspected heâd just left another hickey, he slowly turned you around. âI can think of one.â
Finally facing him, he kissed you as you fumbled with the last temperature gauge and turned it off. Picking you up, he carried you away from the counter near the stove to the one complete opposite.Â
âYouâre driving me insane dressed like this.â He mumbled against your kiss. âWearing my shirt.â
âYour shirt?â You asked as his lips moved to your neck.Â
Looking at you for a moment, half drunk on your kiss, he nodded. âDidnât you know, Sweetheart? This here is mine.â Pinching some of the fabric between his fingers he shook it as he told you so.Â
You laughed. âNo itâs not.â
He nodded. âGod's honest truth. Your brother stayed at mine one night after heâd gone out drinking. Lost his shirt, donât ask me how. Stole one of my hoodies. Never got it back.â
âHow do you know this is yours?â
With a smile, Jake showed you the small hole that youâd made a little bigger over the years from when youâd get nervous. âThis right here. Loose thread got caught in a cabinet I was fixing in my room. Pulled at it too hard. AndâŠâ
Jake watched as your expression changed a little, hungry for more of his touches, as he pushed his hand slowly up the inside of your- his hoodie.Â
A slight smirk, he pulled at the side tag and showed you. And it baffled you how youâd never noticed before.Â
J.H.S
âSee. But, I have to say, Sweetheart. It looks better on you than it ever did me.â
And as he was looking at you, he asked you something else. âLet me take you out on a date. A real one. You know, seeing you like thisâŠI never want to see anyone else like this but you.â
âJakeâŠâ
âIâm being serious. Sweetheart, I want you. And not just temporarily.â Then he looked away as he said the next part. âIâd get itâŠif you didnât want that. God knows you and I donât have the best history when it comes to even getting along but-â
âI want to date you.â
He looked up at you.Â
âI want to date you,â you repeated. âBelieve me, half of the time I donât get it myself. How weâve gone from one extreme to the other, but I knowâŠI know I want you around.â
âI want you around, too.â
âSo, yes.â
Jake smiled. âYes?â
You smiled back. âYes. Take me out on a date, Jake Seresin.â
Leaning forwards, he kissed you. And before long, your hands started to feel for the hem of his shirt before pulling it over his head.Â
It was safe to say, when you and Jake walked into The Hard Deck in the evening after your official first date, hand in hand before he pressed a kiss to your lips, a lot of people were shocked.Â
And lost a lot of money.Â
But Penny won it all.Â
She knew the minute Jake saw you, and your brother scolded him, that something would happen. After all, Hangman was known for going after what he wanted. She just never expected to have to be the one to force you to be in the same room and for that room to be a hospital.
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their favorite way to show their love for you is through â giftsêê
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pairing â ot7 enhypen x gn! reader ÊŹÊŹ content / warning(s) â extra extra soft fluff, established relationship, non-idol au, just enha spoiling you with gifts <3 ê word count : 1,637 ÊŹÊŹ go back to the start? áą..áą lev notes : i wrote the whole thing with good thing by nct 127 on repeat and i think it did something to my brain. after making this i now want someone to gift like the boys do- cause the hell man :(( i envy their relationship its so cute T-T (i literally wrote this) thx for proofreading and editing this again twin <3 (gotta make sure twin gets their recognition)
đđđ đđđđŠđđšđĄđ - plushies
you come home to find a familiar pink gift bag sitting on your bed, decorated with little hearts and a note in heesungâs handwriting: âa little something for your collectionâhope they make you smile! - heeâ
excitedly, you peek inside, immediately spotting the cute sanrio tags and soft pastel colors. you pull out not one, but three adorable plushiesâmy melody, cinnamoroll, and hello kitty, each one perfectly cuddly and looking up at you with their iconic smiles.
just as youâre hugging my melody close, heesung steps into the room, a shy grin on his face as he watches your reaction. âi couldnât decide on one,â he admits, scratching his head. âso i figured⊠why not add a few more friends to your display?â
you canât stop smiling as you place the plushies carefully among the others on your shelf, each one finding its perfect spot. âtheyâre perfect,â you say, turning to give him a grateful hug. âyou know me so well.â
he chuckles, returning the hug. âi love seeing your face light up every time. besides your collection wouldnât be complete without the whole sanrio squad, right?â
with a laugh, you look back at the shelf, feeling warm inside. thanks to heesung your little plushie family just got a lot bigger.
đŁđđ„đ đđąđĄđđŠđđąđĄđ - clothes
youâre scrolling through your phone when you get a text from jay: âcheck your doorstep!â
curious, you open the door to find a large shopping bag sitting outside. you bring it inside, already knowing who itâs from. as you pull out one dress after anotherâsoft fabrics in different colors, some with delicate lace, others with simple eleganceâyou canât help but laugh, imagining jay going through the store and picking each one out.
a moment later, he shows up at your door, grinning like heâs just won a prize. âso, what do you think? i couldnât decide on just one, so i got youâŠoptions,â he says with a wink.
âoptions?â you tease, holding up a deep blue dress. âjay, you bought out the whole store!â
he shrugs, unbothered. âi just wanted you to have the best. besides, i know you have that event coming up, and i wanted you to feel amazing.â
you shake your head, touched. âyouâre too much, you know that?â
he grins, gently nudging you toward the mirror. âgo try one on, just to see how perfect you look.â
with a smile, you head to change, grateful for his thoughtfulness and the joy he finds in seeing you happy.
đŠđđ đđđđŹđšđĄ - perfume
youâre sitting on your bed, flipping through a magazine, when you hear a light knock on your door. âhey, can I come in?â jakeâs voice calls out from the other side.
âsure!â you reply, setting the magazine aside. as he steps in, you notice heâs holding a beautifully wrapped box, the corners tied with a silky ribbon.
âwhatâs this?â you ask, your curiosity piqued.
jake grins, his eyes sparkling with excitement. âopen it and see!â
you carefully unwrap the box, revealing a stunning bottle of your favorite perfume, the one you always rave about. the familiar shape of the bottle brings an instant smile to your face. âjake! you remembered!â
âof course i did! i always remember,â he says, pride evident in his voice. âi figured it was time to restock your collection. i know how much you love this scent.â
you get up and give him a warm hug, breathing in the comforting mix of his cologne and the fresh scent of the perfume. âyou always know how to make me happy. thank you!â
he chuckles, pulling back to look at you. âi just want to make sure you never run out. you wear it so well.â
you shake your head in delight, placing the perfume on your vanity. âiâll always think of you when I wear it,â you say, feeling grateful for his thoughtful gesture.
đŁđđ„đ đŠđšđĄđđđąđąđĄ - chocolate
youâre at your desk, sorting through some papers, when you notice a familiar small box tucked beside your things. smiling, you pick it up and read the note stuck on top: âjust because. - sunghoon.â
opening it, youâre greeted by the rich aroma of chocolateâa collection of your favorite flavors. dark, milk, hazelnut-filled, and even a few fruit-infused truffles.
itâs the third time this week sunghoon has surprised you with chocolate, each box seemingly chosen with extra care.
later, as youâre enjoying a piece, sunghoon walks in, catching you mid-bite.
âcaught you!â he teases, grinning as he leans against the doorframe. âhowâs todayâs selection?â
you laugh, holding up the chocolate box. âperfect, as always. i still donât know how you manage to get these here without me noticing.â
he shrugs, looking pleased. âi have my ways,â he says, pretending to be mysterious. then, with a softer smile, he adds, âi just like knowing that youâre never without a little something sweet.â
you smile, feeling warmth spread through you. âwell, thanks to you my lovely boyfriend, iâve never been happierâor more stocked on chocolate.â
đđđ đŠđšđĄđąđą - jewelry
itâs a quiet afternoon when sunoo shows up at your door with a mysterious grin and a small, velvet box in his hand.
âwhatâs that?â you ask, your curiosity piqued as he invites himself in and settles onto the couch beside you.
he just smiles, handing you the box without a word. inside, nestled against the satin, is a delicate silver bracelet, adorned with a tiny charm shaped like a star. your eyes widen in surprise as you look up at him. âsunoo, itâs beautiful! you didnât have toâŠâ
but heâs already lifting his wrist to show you a matching bracelet around his own. âitâs not just for you,â he says, looking at you with a gentle smile. âitâs for us. i found these and thought it would be a nice reminder⊠something we can both wear.â
a warm blush creeps onto your cheeks as you turn the bracelet over in your hand. âitâs perfect. thank you, sunoo.â
he beams, taking the bracelet from you and gently fastening it around your wrist. ânow, every time you see it, youâll know weâre connectedâeven if weâre not together.â
you reach out, holding his hand, and squeeze it. âi love it, really. but i love you more.â
he laughs, giving your hand a playful squeeze back. âgood, because thatâs the part of the gift iâm hoping youâll keep forever.â
you both sit there, admiring your matching bracelets, feeling closer than ever as the sunlight filters through the room, casting a gentle glow over both of you.
đŹđđĄđ đđšđĄđđȘđąđĄ - flowers
the soft chime of the doorbell echoes through the house, pulling you from your cozy spot on the couch. you rise, curious about who could be at the door. as you open it, a burst of color greets you: jungwon stands there with a bright bouquet of flowers in hand, a broad smile stretching across his face.
âsurprise!â he exclaims, presenting the bouquet like a trophy. the flowers are vibrant, a mix of sunflowers, daisies, and wildflowers, their sweet scent filling the air.
your eyes widen, and a smile blooms on your face. âoh, jungwon! theyâre beautiful!â you reach out to take them, feeling the warmth of his enthusiasm radiate towards you.
âi thought you could use a little brightness today,â he says, stepping inside. âi know youâve been busy with work and school, so i wanted to remind you that youâre doing an amazing job.â
you feel a swell of gratitude as you breathe in the flowersâ fresh scent. âyou always know how to make my day better,â you reply, feeling the weight of your stress start to lift.
âi just love seeing that smile on your face,â he says, his voice sincere. âyou deserve to be reminded how wonderful you are.â
as you arrange the flowers in a vase, jungwon leans against the counter, watching you with a soft smile. âevery time you look at them, i want you to remember that youâre loved, no matter how tough things get.â
you glance back at him, your heart warming at his words. âthank you, jungwon . this really means a lot to me.â
he steps closer, wrapping his arms around you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder. âyou know iâll always be here for you, right? just like these flowers, iâll always try to bring a little color into your life.â
you lean into him, feeling the comfort of his embrace. âiâm so lucky to have you.â
he kisses your temple gently, and you close your eyes, savoring the moment. with jungwon by your side and flowers brightening the room, you know that no matter what challenges come your way, youâll face them with a smile.
đĄđđŠđđđ đšđ„đ đ„đđđ - sunglasses
riki practically skips over to you, a mischievous grin plastered across his face and his hands hidden behind his back. you give him a curious look, and he finally reveals what heâs holding: two pairs of sunglasses, both sleek and stylish with tinted lenses.
âtada~ matching sunglasses,â he announces proudly, handing you one of the pairs. âi figured it was time to make you as cool as me.â
you laugh, slipping them on. âso, does this mean i get honorary 'rikiâs fashion sidekick' status now?â
he nods, adjusting his own sunglasses as he strikes a dramatic pose. âabsolutely. now we can both look this good,â he teases, winking at you from behind the lenses.
the two of you step out into the sunlight, instantly feeling like the coolest duo around. you both take turns posing, doing mock runway walks and playfully pointing at each other like youâre celebrities. riki laughs every time you strike a ridiculous pose, clutching his sides with giggles.
eventually, you both settle down, leaning against a wall, still wearing the shades and smiling wide. âi think we should make this our thing,â riki says, nudging you. âmatching sunglasses, everywhere we go.â
you nod, grinning. âagreed. itâs our official look.â
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GHOSTS OF THE PAST (Batfam x neglected hero reader)
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Warning: neglect (unintentional), Damian being Damian, violence, blood, swearing, sensitive topics, writing errors (English is not my first language) and reader has black hair and blue eyes (sorry), I accept criticism but please don't be rude, everything is fictional!
You consider yourself a good son
I mean, you were never a saint, there were times when you did stupid things and got into trouble with her, but you always managed to solve them. But apparently the universe decided that you weren't good enough.
Not for your family at least.
You were just another product of your father's affair, the only difference is that you were born (something that wasn't supposed to happen) but that's okay! Your mother still loved you and took care of you with all the love she had to offer.
She never spoke openly about your father, but you saw on TV the news about your mother, the great writer from Gotham, with the businessman Bruce Wayne. You were always smart and quickly connected the dots but you didn't question your mother because she was clearly uncomfortable, so you kept quiet and let it go, because you didn't need him. You already had your mother, you already had your uncles, even your little friends from school! You don't need your father.
That is until she died.
It was when you were four years old, you had gone to the market to buy things for dinner and on the way a criminal tried to steal them, your mother trying to protect you ended up with a bullet in the chest, you remember little, but you remember that he ran away while your mother died in front of you. After that you thought you were going to be sent to an orphanage, believe your surprise when your father came to take you home. The first time you saw him you were surprised by how much alike you were: same hair, same eyes, your face was really your mother's, but your skin was his, you were a perfect mix of your mother and your father, at the time you loved it but now... you are not so sure.
When you arrived at the mansion, you met your half-siblings. You were so excited. You always wanted a sibling, since you spent a lot of time alone. The possibility of having siblings made you very happy. The first was Dick: a bright smile and the sunshine of the family. Dick was friendly with you and at least bothered to ask a little about you, like your age or when your birthday was. But the next day, he completely forgot about you. Even though he lived in Bludhaven, he visited the mansion often. Of all your siblings, you felt the most excluded by him. While he said that family was the most important thing, he ignored you. Maybe it wasn't intentional, but what's the point of apologizing for not being there if you don't change anything?
The second was Tim: the Robin of the time. Tim was just... Tim, he was never that neglectful with you, but he didn't try to get closer either. He had no opinion for you. You would say that Tim was observant, quiet, and cold. He would help you if he saw that you needed help, the problem was that he was never there, so he never had time for you (like everyone else).
The third was Jason: in your opinion he was your favorite, Jason was the one in the house who gave you some attention. It wasn't always, but when he came to the mansion he really cared about asking about you.
"Why are you so skinny?" "Are you doing well in your studies?" "Is someone bothering you, brat?" and things like that. Jason wasn't that close but he was never distant either, that's why he was your favorite, but just like Tim he was never there when you needed him, since he couldn't stay at the mansion much (you believe that part of the blame is Bruce).
Then came the rest of your siblings, Barbara was always busy like Bruce and Dick, Cassandra and Stephanie weren't interested in you, and Duke never exchanged more than two or three words with you.
And then to top it all off came Damian: your younger brother. You thought that even though Damian was Al Grul's (trained to kill and all) maybe, just maybe, you two could have a good relationship.
Oh, how terribly wrong you were.
And you realized it the moment Damian almost cut your throat with his sword. That day Damian was reprimanded by Bruce while Dick was taking care of his neck, from what you understood Damian thought he needed to kill you to become Robin.Â
You, a civilian, almost wanted to laugh at his presumption that you could be a vigilante when you couldn't even lift your backpack properly. After that day you didn't get close to Damian again, the fear of him doing something to you terrified you to the core. Damian realized it, you knew it by the looks he gave you, but whether it was pride or shame he never apologized to you.
Bruce never had time for you, wrapped up in work and as Batman his time was precious and he had to spend it on what was necessary, and you understood that.
You understood all of them.
But...it still hurt.
It hurt your soul a lot.
That's why you stopped trying to impress them, stopped enrolling in classes they liked just to get their attention, stopped bothering them to get some family time. You gave up, simple as that, the family didn't care, probably not even knowing about it.
There was Alfred, who probably spent the most time with you, acting like a grandfather. But Alfred is also Bruce's butler and the sidekick to Gotham's heroes, he couldn't spend all his time with you either (you accepted that, it was okay).
But sometimes there were rare moments that happened, moments when they cared, when you saw a little bit of love from them towards you.
Like when Jason gave you one of his sweatshirts for your birthday, one that you really liked (you still wear it to this day, it's still too big on you).Or when you didn't have a partner for your history project since no one was your friend, so Dick and Tim spent half the night helping you with it. Or when school bullies beat you up, you went back to the mansion (which was empty) with a black eye, just so Damian could see you. By some miracle, you convinced him not to tell Bruce, thinking that the matter had died there, you went back to your room only for Damian to knock on your door in the middle of the night and give you a pair of brass knuckles for you to use next time (you never used them, but knowing that he cared was comforting).
I think the most important of these moments was when Bruce showed up at your elementary school graduation. Thanks to your mother, you were more gifted than the others, advancing a few years in school, making you finish school before your age. Imagine: a pre-teen in the middle of almost adults with other adults looking at you (it's desperate) but you saw him, Bruce Wayne together with Alfred looking at you for the first time. He didn't stay until the end, but he was still there, he was there for you.
That's why you hated them.
How dare they? Play with your heart like that, giving you hope that maybe you could be a normal family, a happy family. You hated that, you hated having hope, you hated that they cared and then left you aside.
And what you hate the most is that every time you fall for their talk.
That's why you're taking some time for yourself, far away from them at your aunt's house. In two weeks it will be your fourteenth birthday and you decided this time to spend it with your aunt, to try to forget about your life in Gotham with your family (besides, it had been years since you saw her, it was time to get over the longing).
You told her well in advance, already planning it since the beginning of the month, so now at the train station you didn't feel any worries as you got on the bus.
You didn't tell your family, they wouldn't even care, you just told Alfred so that the poor man wouldn't have a heart attack if he didn't see you in the room.
Maybe if you had told them, this wouldn't have happened.
Dick loves his family.
No matter how many problems they have, he will always love them, family is everything to him.
So why these days has he felt like he's forgetting something?
Was it training with Damian? No, that was for tomorrow, maybe patrol with Bruce? That was impossible to forget, could there have been something with Tim? He doesn't remember his brother asking him for something, maybe Cass? She said a friend was going to have his birthday-
birthday.
(Name's) birthday.
The realization hit him like a train, that was it! His birthday, he had completely forgotten about it, when will it be? If he remembers, will it be in two weeks? You're going to be-
How old are you again?
No, that's absurd, he knows how old you are, he would be stupid not to. You must be twelve? No! Thirteen? But he doesn't remember your thirteenth birthday.
In fact, he doesn't remember any of your birthdays.
Okay, maybe he doesn't remember now, but he was definitely there for your birthday, he's your big brother! Why wouldn't he be?
Okay, he decided that as soon as he finished patrolling with the rest of the family he would talk to everyone about it.
As he jumped between the rooftops his phone vibrated loudly, but he didn't bother to look at it, he would check it later.
Hurry up Dick, before it's too late.
Tim was monitoring the batcave today, helping with location and crimes remotely. Today would be a normal patrol, too calm. Tim hated these patrols, too calm and preparing for the storm.
This time a hurricane would come and no one would be prepared.
The first to arrive was Jason, who came just to help with the investigation of a particular case. He leaned on the table next to Tim and watched the cameras and sensors on the television he controlled. The second was Bruce and Damian. Bruce went to talk to Alfred and Damian went to the table in the center where Tim's phone was. Tim, listening to Dick's message, who was near the mansion, almost didn't hear the youngest Wayne talking.
"Someone's calling you." Tim looked at Damian, who turned on his phone. Without worrying, he went back to the computer. "I can answer later." Damian apparently wasn't satisfied and turned on the phone only to see that the flames were his, his name engraved on the screen. "It's our sister's." "Cass's?"
"(Name's)" Now that caught Jason's attention. He looked at the youngest Wayne. For some reason, a bad feeling took over him, the same feeling that something bad was going to happen. "Oh, that's it. I'm kind of busy here. Can you see what she wants for me?"
Grimacing, Damian would have put the phone down, but something inside him told him to check, to check, so he picked up the phone and unlocked it to find over twenty missed calls from him âoh myâ
âWhatâs wrong?â Bruce approached the boys, having vaguely heard the conversation. âThere are over twenty calls and at least fifteen messagesâ now that really caught everyoneâs attention.
âWhat?â Jason answered for everyone, breaking the silence that settled in the room, but Damian didnât bother to answer, instead going to the messages, he was going to go through them when a word caught his attention.
HelpÂ
Just with that the bad feeling inside Damian grew, his behavior changing and showing the others that the matter was serious âOh shit."
âWhatâs going onâ Dick finally arrived, only to find the tense atmosphere in the room, as he walked Damian went through the messages finding words like âhelpâ âhelpâ âinvadedâ and âbusâ
âDamian what happenedâ he opened the voicemail, seeing many of them only in the last hour, he put it on maximum volume for him and the others to hear.
"T-Tim please pick up" your voice came out shaky, low almost in a whisper and desolate, full of fear "I-I... I tried calling Dick a-and even Bruce" the sobs of your voice were restricted by your mouth, sighing heavily a bang was heard on the other end startling you "I-I need help... p-please" and so the voicemail ended
âThe mansion was invaded?!â Jason didnât ask anyone in particular, but Tim went to see the footage of the mansion for the last few hours anyway. âNo, no one came into the house.â
âWhere is she?â Dick was quick to pick up the phone, just like Damian, he came across at least twenty voicemails for him. To get attention, Alfred coughed lightly and automatically everyoneâs heads turned in his direction. âMaster (Name) went out to spend her birthday with her aunt who lives in New York.â
And thatâs how chaos exploded.
The next minute, everyoneâs voices echoed through the cave. âWhat?!â âWhat do you mean?!â âWhen did she tell you that!?â Bruce replied as he walked towards Timâs computer. âShe didnât tell you anything, Alfred, why didnât you tell me?â
Alfred looked at his master, almost exploding at such stupidity, he knew Bruce didn't have time for you but he also made it clear that he didn't care about you, it was no surprise that you hadn't even warned him before, but respecting you (and master Bruce) he answered. "Master (Name) thought it wasn't necessary, he told me only if you gentlemen asked for her." Tim went back to the computer, now not scanning the streets of Gotham, but looking for you, Dick scrolled through the voicemail and clicked on the most recent one, made 15 minutes ago, his voice once again filled the air making everyone hear you.
This time the line started in silence, only your agitated breathing being heard, it is possible to hear a whisper much quieter than before on the line "Dick please, I-I... I beg p-please, please, p-please, p-please, please-" you were silenced by the noise of something near you, your breathing was weak, footsteps echoed wherever you were, you approached the phone and whispered into the cell phone "save me" when you finished speaking voices approached and then a scream came from you, your phone fell somewhere far from you but even so it was possible to hear your screams and your fight for the cell phone until the line finally ended
âHoly shitâŠâ tension built up in the room, the family was completely stunned by the line, Jason was the first to go looking for him, Dick tried to stop him but he went looking for him too, Damian and Bruce left soon after and Tim went back to his computer at full speed.
They need to find you, Now!
But it was too late
âTim tell me you found herâ Jason shouted on the line as he moved with Dick, the two of them as well as the rest were moving at each of the bus stops to look for their route, the result was nothing.
Tim huffed on the line, irritated with his brother. âIf you stopped asking me every two minutes maybe I would find herâ
âYour-â
âEnough fighting! Thatâs not the focus right nowâ Dick said to Jason and Tim, although his harsh tone gave him away showing how exasperated he was. âOur focus is to find (Name)â Jason looked ahead accepting his brother, they had to find her, he needed to.
Jason wouldnât forgive himself if his sister died.
âI found her!â Tim shouted excitedly, the spark of hope on his face until he saw the bus where he was âoh noâ his heart started beating faster, fear started to settle in his body, but he remained paralyzed without being able to move.Â
âTim? Tim, what happened? Tim saw on the computer the image of his bus fallen to the ground, with fire gathering around it. The red robin could only move when he heard Bruce's voice. With his fingers shaking, Tim sent the image of the accident to each person's cell phone.
Bruce could feel his heart beating out of his chest, the sight of the bus lying on the ground, burned and destroyed was enough to make his heart stop, Damian was in no different situation, all he could think about was your face, scared and afraid of him.
He wanted to see you.
Everyone wanted to see you, but it was too late.
The hurricane passed and destroyed everything
âThis morning, news shook all of Gotham, a bus destined for New York was intentionally unloaded in the middle of the road. In total, of the twenty-two passengers, five were injured and seven were kidnapped, among those kidnapped was the second youngest daughter of the great businessman Bruce Wayne, (Name) Wayne, the police are investigating the case-â the television was turned off by Jason, who threw the remote control hard on the couch, now with all the brothers gathered (Barbara, Cass, Stephanie and Duke there too) they were waiting for news from Bruce, who went to a press conference to speak at home with Alfred. Dick, trying to calm his brother, approached him and put his hand on his shoulder âJason, we're going to find her-â
âAre we going to find her? She might be dead now!â Jason said without thinking, but the mood in the room dropped even more than it already was. Both the guilt and the despair of losing you were what terrified not only Jason, but everyone in that room.
âSheâs not dead.â Damian was the one who calmed the situation, approaching the two of them. âYou saw it yourself, she was taken, but sheâs alive.â
âAnd who can guarantee that sheâs not dead, huh, demon?â The youngest Wayne narrowed his eyes. Jason was right too. Who can guarantee that sheâs not already dead? Who can guarantee that sheâs not already six feet under, buried?
â(Name) isnât dead.â Bruce and Alfred entered the mansion. Wayneâs suit was all wrinkled, but he didnât care. Maybe it was because he had more important things to worry about. âShe isnât dead, and weâre going to find her.â
âEven if itâs just her corpse.â
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can u write something about the pet names billie uses đđ
âćœĄÂ pet names - b. eilish
â© - baby
the most common to use. it happens almost all the time; when she wants to comfort you or fuck you. it doesn't matter.
â "come here baby, i missed you"
â "baby, tell me what's bothering you?"
â "thats my baby...you take me so well"
*à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË
â© love
almost the same, but for her this name means a lot. she prefers to call you like that only when you are alone or she needs to show all her love.
â "its been a terrible day, love. can we just spend some time together?"
â "don't cry my love. i will always be by your side, you know it"
â "come on love, we need to get out of bedâ
à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË
â© mama
almost always when she wants to tease you or during sex.
â "fuck, mama, just sit on my fucking strap or i'll destroy youâ
â "nice dress, mama. i'll deal with you tonight. don't wear anything underneath"
â "damn mama⊠i can never get enough of you"
à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË
â© my heartÂ
at first you found it a little weird, but every time she calls you that, you know she's tired or upset.
â "my heart, can you give me a hug?"
â "i heart you" instead of "i love you"
â "can you not go to work today, my heart? I don't want to be alone"
à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË
â© my girlÂ
she mostly uses this name when you are in public or with friends. she likes how you shy when she says "my". billie found it really cute when you first told her.
â "hey my girl. my friends behave well around you?"
â "dude, hands off. thatâs my girl."
â "are you cold, my girl? take my jacket, please"
à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË
â© angel
this name making you shy you a lot, so she always uses it to push you to orgasm or to praise you.
â "i knew you could do it. iâm so proud of you, my angel."
â "come on angel⊠cum on my face"
â "my angel is needy today, hm?"
à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË
â© slut
she only started calling you that after you gave her consent. she only uses that name during sex. billie would never allow herself to call you that to really insult you.
â "such a desperate little slut for me, arenât you?"
â "shallow it like a good little slut you are"
â "you want more? iâll give you more, slut"
à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË
â© amore
billie didn't even notice when she started calling you that all the time. but it started after your trip to italy.
â "amore, you wanna take a photo? it's so beautiful here"
â "i turned on the movie you wanted to watch, amore, come on"
â "I just ordered three pizzas for us, amore"
à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË à©â©â§âËàŒșâàŒ»*à©â©â§âË
â© princess
she calls you that mostly when she buys you something, which happens all the time
â "I'll buy you this whole store, princess, just ask"
â "you look like a real princess in this dress"
â "don't be shy to ask me for anything you want, princess"
requests open !!
#billie eilish#billie eilish fanfiction#billie eilish x reader#billie eilish smut#billie eilish fic#billie eilish x you#billie eilish imagine#billie eilish oneshot#billie eilish x fem!reader#billie eilish x y/n#wlw
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Bodyguard (NSFW)
"Honey, honey, I could be your bodyguard."
Synopsis: You and Joe elope after being engaged for only 24 hours. The goal was to tell everyone when the two of you were ready, but it doesn't exactly work out the way that the two of you intended.
Pairing: Fiancé!Joe Burrow x Fiancée!Reader
Requested by: a gorgeous anon đđ
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Do Not Engage If UNDERAGE
Your head was laying on Joe's chest as his arms were wrapped around you in a tight embrace. It didn't take long for you to fall asleep after the two of you had gotten back home from dinner where Joe had proposed to you in front of your closest family and friends.
He had been planning this for a while and wanted to keep it simple, just how he knew that you would like it. You weren't one for dealing with the spotlight and didn't like a lot of attention on you, the same way he was.
Grabbing his phone, he quickly unlocked it with his passcode that happened to be your birthday and saw that the time was around two in the morning. Putting his phone back down, he saw you pop one eye open to look at him and he quickly leaned down to kiss your forehead.
âBeing a creep now are we?â He asked you as you laughed at him and sat up letting the comforter and sheet fall away from your naked body due to the activities that took place before you had drifted off.
âWhat? I can't look at my handsome fiancĂ© whom I love so much?â You asked as you pinched his cheek.
âOf course you can and I am never going to get tired of hearing you say that.â Joe responded while playing with the engagement ring that he had slid on your finger just hours before.
It took him almost an entire six months to get the design of the ring up to his standards and made sure that it was a design that you would approve of too. It was funny when he thought about it because in order to get your opinion, he would show you different designs and ask what you thought. However, you really truly didn't think anything of it because Ja'Marr had also been planning to propose to his long time girlfriend and you assumed it was Joe asking you for him.
You looked at him as he did it and knew for a fact that the wheels in his head were turning.
âJoey, what's the matter?â
Once he heard your voice, he looked up at you and continued to play with your ring before he answered you.
âWould it be crazy for me to say that I want us to be married already?â
âNo, not at all. I can't wait for the day that my last name changes officially. We have to start planning. Big wedding or small wedding?â
âWhat if you didn't have to wait? What if we made it a reality and you became my wife in the next twenty four hours?â
Straddling him, your eyes suddenly went wide as your arms wrapped his neck and stared at him, not really knowing what to say.
âUm, JoeyâŠ.â
âWe can hop on a plane in the next few hours and make it happen. Make it a little getaway that leads into our honeymoon.â
âSo, you want to elope?â You asked again, making sure you were hearing him right.
âFor my short answer, yes. I don't want to wait any longer. I've been holding onto your ring for a while and it literally took me six months to design it because I know how picky your ass is.â
âOur parents are going to be mad as hell about that. And you love me all the same, including my pickiness.â
You could just hear your parents now throwing a fit about you and Joe not saying anything to them.
And your siblings
And your friends
But deep down when you thought about it, why should you even care? You were getting married to the person in front of you and as far as you were concerned, his opinion was the only one that mattered.
âAnd? They'll get over it and we can always do something here once we get back. I want you all to myself and one way or another, I always get what I want. And I do love your pickiness even if it gets on my nerves sometimes.â He whispered against your lips before kissing you.
âAnd we don't have to tell anyone either until we want to.â He added before kissing you again.
âBut what about Destinee? She was going to be my maid of honor.â
Joe couldn't help but to roll his eyes.
âEspecially not her! Baby, I am in no way, shape, or form telling you what to do but I literally HATE her and she's not a good friend to you.â
âJoey! Hate is a strong word!â
âI know and I'll repeat myself. I HATE her. Since we're talking about her, you know she tried to come onto me tonight? AFTER I PROPOSED with her witnessing the entire thing! Only reason why I invited her is because you like her. Because left up to me, her ass can choke. Your parents don't like her either!â
You crossed your arms and looked at him dumbfounded.
âShe wouldn't do that, babe.â
âOh, but she did. Ja'Marr wasn't paying her any attention but I don't know why she got the bright ass idea of coming over to talk to me. Why does your best friend think she can pull a move on me with her funky ass breath? Besides I am CLEARLY spoken for.â
âJOSEPH!â
âI had to interrupt her to give her a piece of gum because her breath was hot enough to burn off my eyebrows. I'm surprised I still have any to be honest.â
Failing miserably, a laugh escaped your mouth as you shook your head at him.
âI'll ask her about it and you probably interpreted that wrong.â
âMake sure you have a piece of gum on standby, can't have my future wife dying and leaving me. Cause of death, stinky breath by her so-called best friend. You probably won't even need for me to bury you because her breath by itself will probably cremate you.â
âI literally CANNOT with you.â You told him as you shook your head and began laughing all over again.
âYes you can and you better get used to it since you said yes to marrying me. No take backs.â
âWouldn't dare think of doing that in a million years. Now where are we going to do this? Vegas?â You asked but turned up your nose at the same time.
âNo. Definitely not. That's where everyone goes. I want us to be different. We can always go somewhere that we can also have our honeymoon.â
âI like that idea. I want beaches and sand. Somewhere warm.â
âHmmâŠ. So I can fuck you on the beach? Good idea.â He whispered in your ear as he placed a kiss directly underneath it.
âYes, but I was literally not even thinking that.â
âShit, I was and I have no problem admitting it.â Joe told you as he shrugged.
âI noticed with your little nasty ass.â You teased and he sent a small smirk in your direction.
âYou weren't complaining about it a few hours ago when you were riding my face.â
âI⊠touchĂ© and I got it! Barbados! That's where we can go.â You excitedly told him and it looked as if he was thinking it over, but quickly agreed with you.
âOkay, Barbados it is. I'll get everything together and you go to sleep.â Joe told you as he kissed both of your cheeks and your nose before placing one on your lips.
âBut..â
âI got it handled, my future wife needs to go to sleep. I'll wake you up when we need to get ready to head to the airport.â Joe told you as you nodded and laid back down on his chest.
He quickly wrapped his arm around you before using his other hand on his phone to look for a hotel for the two of you to stay at while also planning to make a few calls to get the two of you on a private jet. He finally decided to rent a vacation house so the two of you would have more space.
He was more than halfway done when you did a sudden movement and his eyes immediately looked down at you to make sure that you were okay and you were once again looking at him.
âBaby girl, I thought I told you to go to sleep?â
âYes, you did but for some reason I keep waking up.â You whined as you shifted to make yourself more comfortable.
âHmm, you need me to help you out with that?â Joe asked as he set his phone down in order to give you his full attention.
Looking back up at him with a smirk, you quickly nodded knowing what his version of helping you meant.
âBut you need to use your words to tell me exactly what you want.â He told you as he flipped the two of you over and you were now underneath him.
âBut you already know what I want.â You breathed out as he began to nip at your neck and moved further down.
âSay it or I'm not going to do anything and make you get to sleep on your own. Now I'm going to ask you one more time. What does my fiancĂ©e want me to do to her?â
âShe wants you to put her to sleep.â
âBy doing what?â
You didn't give him an answer before you felt him move down further and spread your legs apart while running his fingers across your folds, teasing you.
âBy doing something like this? Or hold on, maybe you meant this?â He asked and you quickly felt his tongue make contact with your core as you let out a gasp.
âYesss.â
âHmm, yes what?â He asked you once more as you felt his tongue once more on you.
âMy fiancĂ© is teasing me and I donât like that at all.â
âThen my fiancĂ©e needs to use her words and tell me what she wants.â
âI want your face between my thighs.â
âGood girl, now see, was that so hard for us to do?â Joe was trying to get an answer out of you as he made himself comfortable in between your thighs just like you asked him and began to play with your folds quickly slipping two fingers inside you making your breath hitch in your throat.
Joe didn't bother waiting for an answer and immediately began to pleasure you with his tongue paying special attention to your clit as he increased the pace of his fingers.
âShiiiit, keep going.â Was all you could let out as the grip that Joe had on your legs became tighter making sure that there was no possible way for you to move away from him and at this rate, that was the last thing that you wanted.
One of your hands quickly found its way to Joe's hair as you were ultimately trying to pull him even closer even if by now it was damn near impossible.
You riding his face earlier wasn't nearly enough for you to be satisfied and the way your body was responding quickly let him know. As soon as the two of you had gotten into the car from leaving dinner earlier, you had been teasing each other during the entire ride home and barely made it inside before clothes were being ripped off from each others bodies.
Inserting a third finger, Joe began to suck on your clit harder making your upper body squirm because your lower body was being tightly held by him.
âBaby, oh fuck. I'm close, so so close.â
Hearing this, Joe decided to stop which quickly left you confused and he immediately heard your protest since you wasted no time in telling him.
âJoey, what the hell!? I said I was close, why did you stop!?â
âSo I could do this.â He told you as he climbed back up your body to kiss you while also sliding into you at the same time with a gasp erupting from you.
Your arms quickly wrapped around his neck as he moved in and out of you at an even pace with him kissing you every few strokes.
Closing your eyes, the grip that you had around his neck quickly became tighter and you soon heard his voice.
âKeep your eyes on me and donât make me ask again. You understand?â
Your eyes opened and listened to directions, but the head nod that you gave him in response was not sufficient enough. He immediately broke his embrace from you and you felt one of his hands wrap around your neck which instantly made you open your eyes and look at him as he lightly squeezed giving just the right amount of pressure.
âDidnât we just have a conversation about you using your words when I ask you a question?â
âYes.â
âThen you need to do what youâre told and stop disobeying me. Because I will stop altogether and make you use your vibrator.â
âYou wouldnâtâŠâ
âGo ahead and try me, baby. Itâs your choice. Now your eyes better not leave mine. Matter of fact, get up here and ride me.â
Joe didnât wait for an answer from you as he flipped the two of you back over and you were in the original position that you had been earlier in the night.
Putting his hands behind his head and staring up at you, he smirked.
âYou donât need my help since you like disobeying me, go ahead.â He answered your question already knowing exactly what you were thinking.
Nine times out of ten, Joe would have a tight hold on your hips and help guide you as you rode him, but you knew that you being rebellious against him made him decide to make you do it on your own.
âBut babeeee.â
âLess talking, more riding.â
Placing one of your hands on the mattress beneath the both of you and lining him up with your entrance, you slowly eased your way down making a quiet moan escape from Joeâs mouth.
Once you found the perfect pace for the two of you, you could feel yourself growing tired and switched from your right hand being on the mattress to your left thinking that it would help.
Joe could tell that you were growing tired with how your movements were slowing down and took pity on you as you felt him grip both of your hips.
âYou need some help, baby?â
Nodding your head, Joe motioned for you to lay down on top of him and as your head was resting on his shoulder, slow deep strokes were given from underneath you as you were moaning right next to his ear.
âThatâs my good girl, youâre doing such a good job, baby.â
That familiar feeling that you knew all too well was building and knew sooner rather than later you would hit your peak. Joe obviously was close too, because his movements had now grown sloppy.
âBabe.â You softly breathed out and you could feel him nod his head as yours was still on his shoulder.
âI know, I know. Youâre almost there arenât you? You gonna cum? You gonna cum for me, baby? Cum all over daddyâs dick?â
No words left your mouth as you felt a gush of liquid leave your body and cover him underneath you and not even ten seconds later felt him release inside you.
You laid in the same position for a few minutes as Joe placed soft kisses up and down your neck and shoulder as you were trying to catch your breath.
Once you felt that you could move, you once again turned your head to peek one eye open at Joe and he smiled at you before leaning over to place several kisses on your lips.
âI know you want to lay on me and stay like this, but I need to change the sheets so we can finally go to sleep. Go ahead and take a shower while I do this and then Iâll come join you.â
âPromise?â
âPromise and then in a few hours weâll wake up and get married in Barbados.â
The two of you had just touched down in Barbados an hour ago and you were currently exploring the beach house that Joe had rented for the both of you. Seeing as he told you not to worry about anything and that he had it handled, when you finished exploring you were simply going to decide on what you were going to wear since the goal was for the two of you to get married by the end of the day.
While in the master bedroom and looking out the window, you didnât hear Joe come in the room and he was simply admiring you from the doorway before walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder.
âYou like it?â
âYes, I absolutely love it. I asked for somewhere warm near beaches and my future husband definitely took that into consideration. This beach house is amazing.â
âOh, so your picky self approves?â He asked and you playfully rolled your eyes.
âYes, I approve.â
âGood, so start getting ready so we can leave and go get married.â
âI still have to figure out what I want to wear, none of the dresses that I have are really âget married inâ worthy.â
âHmm, you could always go in nothing, Iâm not opposed. That would be better for me actually.â
âJOSEPH!â You exclaimed as you turned around to look at him.
âHey, I just gave you another option.â He replied as he held his hands up defensively.
âBut, seriously, baby. I do not care what you wear and I know that youâre going to look beautiful regardless.â
âAww, you love me donât you?â You asked and Joe immediately nodded his head and leaned down to kiss you.
âI love you so much because if I didnât, I would not let you put your cold ass feet on my back when weâre in bed because youâre cold and refuse to wear socks.â
âI cannot wear socks when I sleep! Itâs weird!â
âWhat?! How is it weird?! So youâd rather turn me into a popsicle?â
âYes, and I will not be discussing this topic further. Happy wife, happy life, Joseph Lee. I know youâve heard that saying before so prepare yourself.â
After taking a shower and putting on your coconut scented lotion, you slipped into your soft pink sundress and began to play with your hair as you tried to figure out what you were going to do with it, style wise.
It was already in boho knotless braids and since it was obviously warm outside, you opted to put it into a high ponytail. Once it was up how you wanted, you applied light make-up and slipped in your big hoop earrings.
Sliding on your sandals, you heard Joeâs voice behind you after a whistle had escaped his lips.
âLook at how beautiful my fiancĂ©e is, just like I expected for her to be. I see you decided to not go along with my idea of what you should wear or not wear.â
âAnd get arrested for public nudity in a foreign country? I think not.â
âThey have nude beaches, I looked into them.â
All you did was roll your eyes at him as you found your tennis bracelet that Joe had gifted you a year prior and attempted to put it on your wrist. Joe noticed that you were having some trouble and quickly put it on for you.
âThank you.â You told him as you pinched his cheek.
âYouâre welcome, babe. Now letâs go and get married.â
Laughter could probably be heard at least three miles away as the two of you were enjoying each other's company while relaxing in the hot tub that was located on the side of the vacation house rental.
You tried to control it so wine wouldn't spill everywhere as you held the glass with your left hand that now had your full wedding set glistening as the sun had just fully set.
âJoey, cut it out! You are going to make me spill this!â
âHmm, wouldn't be the first time tonight either.â He told you as he swiped it from you and drank it in one gulp as you looked at him in disbelief.
âBABY! You owe me another glass. Your drink is over there!â You whined as you playfully hit his chest.
âDo you want some?â
âNo, I wanted mine!â
âI'll go and get it under one condition.â
âThe only condition that is necessary is that you'll get it because I'm your wife.â
âOh, so you're already taking advantage of your name now being Mrs. Burrow, huh?â
âYes, so go get it for me.â You told him as you pointed to your wine glass that he was indeed still holding.
âAnd to think you said the bottle looked like it would be considered girly wine.â
âIt's good! I wasn't expecting it to be that good. But I'll get you another glass on one condition that I have.â
âAnd what's that?â
Joe didn't respond, but instead leaned forward to kiss you.
âOkay, now I can go.â
He slid you to the side of him since you had been sitting on his lap to get your refill for you. Joe had made his way back into the house when your phone began ringing and you saw that it was your best friend Destinee and quickly answered.
âDestinee!â You exclaimed since you still couldnât contain how excited you were.
âHey, where are you?â She asked not bothering to return your enthusiasm.
âWith Joe. Why do you ask?â
âDid you forget that we were supposed to go out today?â She asked and even though you couldnât see her, you had a feeling that she had definitely rolled her eyes at your response.
âShit. It completely slipped my mind. Iâm sorry about that.â
âWell we can go out later. How long are you going to be with him?â
âDestinee, can you keep a secret? Like you cannot tell anyone what I'm about to tell you.â You whispered into the phone trying to make sure Joe couldnât hear you.
âOf course I can. What is it? And why are you whispering?â
âI'm in Barbados.â
âUh okay?â
âAnd we just got married.â
âYOU ELOPED!?â She exclaimed and you had to pull the phone away from your ear.
âNot so loud! But yes and you have to promise not to tell anyone. I figured that my best friend should at least be one of the people who know about it before anyone else. Youâve been there for the long run and have always supported me through everything.â
âWho else knows? You said, one of the people.â
âNo one else does and we'll tell everyone once we're ready. But I hear Joe coming back, talk to you later and I'll send you pics.â
Quickly hanging up the phone, you set it to the side of you as Joe was all smiles as he emerged from the house and handed you another glass of wine.
âYour drink Mrs. Burrow.â
âWhy thank you, Mr. Burrow.â You replied as you took a small sip and Joe was climbing back into the hot tub and once again slid you into his lap.
His arms completely engulfed you as you slightly turned to lay your head on his shoulder.
âI have a lot of things planned for us to do tomorrow, but the majority of those plans don't require clothes.â
âAnd why am I not surprised?â You laughed as you shook your head and took another sip.
âI have to take advantage of being able to spend time with you because you know how busy I'll get during the season.â
âIt's your job and I will not be getting in the way of that. I've supported you this long and it's not going away any time soon. I'm here for the long haul obviously.â You told him as you gestured towards your ring.
âI just never want to get so focused on my career that I lose you in the process because when it is all said and done and Iâm not playing anymore, I still want you to be at home waiting for me.â
âBabe, if I haven't left yet, what makes you think that I will? I know how important it is to you and you have always treated me like a priority ever since we got together. And I'll still be here when you retire from playing. You manage to have football and me as a priority and neither one is slacking, I promise.â
âAnd if you ever feel like I'm not doing that, you need to tell me. You are one of the most important people in my life and it's going to stay that way.â
âI promise that I will even though I know that I wonât have to.â You replied before a yawn quickly escaped your mouth.
âSomeone tired over there?â
âA little, itâs been a long day after all. I barely got any sleep since SOMEONE was too busy keeping me awake.â You responded while giving Joe the evil eye.
âAnd as I recall, my now wife specifically asked me to put her to sleep so I donât want to hear it. But come on, you can finish your wine after we get comfortable in bed.â
âAnd no funny business! I actually want to sleep.â
âI promise and besides, I want you to sleep too in order to be ready for me for tomorrow.â Joe told you as he wiggled his eyebrows.
âI swear you get on my nerves.â
âHmm, you werenât saying that when I was eating you out last night and you need to get over it, till death do us part remember?â
âDonât push me, Joseph.â You scolded as you finally stood up to climb out of the hot tub with Joe right behind you.
âJust calling it like I see it.â
When you had finished showering and moisturizing your hair, Joe had briefly left the bedroom to do only God knows what so you took it as an opportunity to text Destinee one of the pictures that you had taken of the both of you earlier in the day. Once it was sent, you put your phone on do not disturb and plugged it in to charge on the nightstand as you slipped under the comforter.
Joe came back a few minutes later and crawled in bed beside you as you instantly moved to lay on him.
âIâm happy we did this.â He whispered as he held your hand up to his lips and kissed the back of it.
âMe too.â
The next morning, the constant vibration of Joeâs phone instantly brought him out of his slumber and he sighed in annoyance. Glancing down and seeing that you were still sleeping with your braids failing out of your bonnet, Joe smiled to himself as he placed a soft kiss on your forehead.
He figured that he should answer his phone since it was probably important and was surprised to see a bombardment of texts and calls from different people as he did his best not to wake you up. Instantly confused, he opened the most recent notification and it was from his mom Robin with a photo attached.
Mom- Since when were you two going to tell us that you eloped?
âShit.â Was all Joe could mutter to himself as his stomach dropped. He did his best to not make any sudden movements, but quickly failed and that instantly woke you up.
âBaby? Whatâs wrong? Why do you have that look on your face?â You asked Joe as you sat up and rested your back against the headboard and he quickly handed you his phone without saying a word.
Your eyes instantly went wide as you read the text over and over again and looked at the picture that Robin had sent.
âShit. How did they find out?â You asked as you turned towards Joe who now had his jaw clenched in frustration.
âHmm, I should be asking you that, Y/N. You took this picture and only had it on your phone, so why is it now all over social media?â
#joe burrow#joe burrow x black reader#joe burrow x reader#joe burrow angst#joe burrow smut#joe burrow imagine#joe burrow fluff#nfl imagine#joe shiesty#Spotify
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Prettied Up - Chris Sturniolo
Smut, dom!chris, sub!fem
Summary: you and Chris are getting ready to go to dinner with Nick and Matt when he sees you doing your makeup in the mirror, he decides to eat you out while you do your makeup.
Contains: smut, sub!fem, dom!chris, oral (fem!receiver), almost getting caught, pet names (ma, pretty girl, etc)
Authors note: I am so sorry I put this story off for so long, here it is đ
Divider Credits: @bernardsbendystraws @adornedwithlight and @cafekitsune
Chris and I were getting ready for dinner with Nick, Matt, Mikayla and Nate, we were in Boston for a few weeks and we wanted to get together with our old friends. I was standing at the mirror starting my makeup, Chris was in the shower.
âMa, can you hand me that towel, please?â He asks me his finger pointing through the shower curtain. I walk over to the towel and I hand it to him. I quickly go back to doing my makeup, we only had twenty minutes left before we had to leave.
Chris comes behind me and wraps his arms around my stomach and he lays his head on my shoulder.
âChris, youâre getting my clothes all wet.â I say pushing him off my slightly.
âThatâs not too bad though right-â he says hugging me from behind again. This time his hands trail to my bare waist. âClothes will dryâŠâ he reaches up and cups my breast.
âChris.â I warn as I watch him run his hands all over my body in the mirror. âIâm trying to do my makeup.â I say blending out my blush trying to shake off the goosebumps. I could feel myself throbbing in need and I took a deep breath.
âYou gettin all prettied up fâme?â He says as he puts on his underwear and then his pants. I grin and turn around. âChris stop making me-â
He gets closer to me and grabs my jaw. âStop making you what?â He says in a husky voice. My knees buckled. His grip on my jaw was light and soft but it still put a huge effect on me.
I look up at him with puppy eyes and he lets me go.
âCan I make you feel good babyâŠgive you a little rewardâŠâ
âFor what?â I ask quietly.
âYou deserve itâŠbut keep gettin prettied up for me ma.â
He gets down on his knees in front of me. This was a new thing from him, itâs always me getting on my knees for him, was he really going to make me feel good with no returns at all? I feel his hands fiddle with my button on my pants and then he unzips them, pulling them down to my ankles and then pulling them all the way off. His eyes trail up to mine and he places a soft kiss to my lower abdomen.
âKeep doing your makeup donât watch me.â He says pulling my underwear off and throwing them somewhere with my pants. He doesnât even hesitate, his mouth quickly attaching to my clit, I let out a gasp and I hang my head back. He taps the back of my thighs telling me to continue doing my makeup, so I do, trying to line my lips with all of this pleasure is not working, so I move on to my mascara.
âOh my-fuck ChrisâŠâ I say as my legs begin to shake, I canât focus on just my makeup, the image of him pumping his fingers in and out of my wet pussy while his mouth abuses my clit was way too much. âIâm gonna cum, Chris! Oh my fucking god, ChrisâŠâ I say grinding my hips on his face.
âMmm yeah grind my face ma, cum all over me.â I continue grinding my hips reaching closer and closer to my high, with a final cry my legs jerk and I cum all over his faceâŠluckily my makeup was fully finished, it didnât look exactly how I wanted it to, but I did my best.
âChris! Y/n come on! We have to leave!â Matt yells, in a daze I put back on my pants and he puts on his shirt, and puts on deodorant and other things. He wraps an arm around my shoulder.
âDonât let it affect you too much baby.â He says kissing my temple âwe still have dinner to eat, and then you can have me.â
This was a lot of fun to write, and thank you sm for all of your support lately (I recently did a face reveal) so thank you for all of your compliments on that. Thank you for reading my fanfictions and if you ever have a request just send me a silly little message.
#christopher sturniolo#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#nick sturniolo#nicolas sturniolo#sturniolo smut#sturniolo triplets#fanfic#fanfiction#smut#sturniolo triplets fanfic
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can u make some like generic dating ellie headcannons? (tlou universe preferably)
i love ur writing sm!!
dating ellie williams âĄÌ
cw: usual fluff, mentioned love languages, mention of joelâs death (i wanted to be as canon as possible), a little nsfw but nothing too crazy.
note: here are some semi-ooc ellie hcâs!! i feel like im so bad at headcanons, but here you go. thank you for enjoying my work, i hope you like this too pookie!
ellie! is a total introvert to her core, so no matter how she found out about you taking interest in her⊠sheâd probably need some time to think about it.
ellie! would have you freaking tf out over it too. but she means well, sheâs just a really bad over-thinkerânever wanting to say the wrong thing. but sheâd come around and never stop apologizing to you.
ellie! would take a little while to open up to you, if you werenât friends first. sheâs been through a lot in her life, and she fears that her trauma could scare people away.
now, if you were already friends (specifically close friends), you probably wouldâve already known her deepest darkest secrets and feelings by the time you started dating. every traumatic event and every fixation sheâs had since she was a child.
ellie! thoroughly believes in physical touch and quality time as a love language.
for physical touch: it doesnât always have to be sexual (she doesnât complain either way), she just likes to touch youâknowing youâre right there next to her. you could be doing the dishes and sheâd come up behind you, leaning her head on your shoulder, with her hands delicately placed on your hips. or standing by the bar at the tipsy bison, with her fingers dipped into any of the pockets of your jeans. keeping you close.
for quality time: she does love her moments alone, but theyâre always better with you somewhere near by. sometimes, when she would spend hours painting or drawing in her art room, sheâd ask if you could come sit in. so youâd bring your book, or whatever you were doing, and read silently in the same room as her. while a smooth record played in the background. but sometimes, she doesnât even ask. you could be doing the most boring thing ever, and sheâd float around you like a curious bumblebee.
ellie! love, love, loves being babiedâeven though sheâd never admit it. she has a reputation to uphold, of course. during the spring, due to the patrols and supply runs, her allergies would wreck havoc on her. thatâs where you come in to nurture her back to health. sheâd have tissue stuck up her nose, with her head lying in your lap on the couch. you rubbing your hand over her hair, soothingly.
âif you kiss me right now, i think my sinuses will re-open.â
âellie, you just sneezed two minutes ago.â
âbaby, pleaseeeee! i need it!â and sheâd give the craziest puppy dog eyes known to man. and, of course, youâd give in. giving her the sweetest smooch ever. it didnât open her sinuses, but she knew that. just know⊠sheâs gonna convince you to give her another to be sure.
another scenario would be coming home after a long day at work (idk i feel like doing patrols would be like her main thing). she probably had a rough day with the lingering infected, and came back with a few injuries. the moment she stepped through the door, sheâd be calling for you. wrapped in your arms, smelling like the outdoors, youâd slowly undress her and then run a bath. she loved when youâd cater to her in that wayâcleaning her cuts, washing her skin from dried blood and dirt. after all that, youâd cuddle in bed, pillow-talking until her eyes shut before yours.
âgoodnight, els.â smooch.
ellie! was a little iffy when it came to holidays, but when it came to your birthday it was a special affair. jackson was a healthy and happy little bubble, but because the idea of loss wasnât foreign to herâcelebrating her loved ones was very important to her.
if you didnât like grand gestures, sheâd keep it lowkey. maybe throwing a little surprise for the two of you at home; cooking you dinner, having a movie night, and giving you little trinkets she found on the road. or painting something for you in secret, then giving it to you as a gift.
speaking of cookingâŠ
ellie! has thing for making good food. a part of me feels like joel put her on when she was young, and after he died (yeah, iâm sorry) she made an effort to keep it up. playing guitar was much harder for her since she only had two fingers and a thumb on her left handâso she decided to pick up something else to stay close to him.
so every chance she can get, she cooks for you or both of you. when you would go on patrols, youâd make sure to pick up cook books from before the outbreak since she found them so fascinating. and you loved being her little food guinea pig. spoiler: she was a fast learner so her cooking skills were pretty good.
ellie! 100% taught you to play the song (that we all know and love) that joel taught her on the guitar. and whenever you knew she needed to hear it, youâd play it for her. and, i swear on everything, thereâd be tears in her eyes every time.
and for some freaky stuff⊠(i wonât get into crazy detail but i just wanna be thorough ;D)
ellie! just loves loving you⊠making love to youâdoing everything that she can to almost prove that youâre everything to her (not that she needs to but she does it anyway).
meaning: at the very best, sheâs a service!top. however, i can get behind her being a switch/verse (or maybe iâm bias lmao).
ellie! probably wouldnât strap as often as the fanfics show. especially being in this apocalyptic worldâwhere would you get them?? if they werenât hella old⊠and, i feel like sheâd think they were a little silly (but if you wanted to try it, sheâd oblige because what you say goes).
ellie! loves to watch the expressions of your features contort into visuals of pleasure. itâs how she knew she was being good for youâdoing everything that you asked but better!
your first time: of course she was super awkward. not really knowing where to put her hands at first. but once the heat began to rise, and your bodies began to press together, her entire energy changed! sheâs her most confident when sheâs in service to someone (in some way)âso she makes it her prerogative to make you feel good and comfortable. you werenât really expecting that from her, though. it only took one airy moan coming from your lips for her to completely flip the script.
her hands were firmly delicate, and she made sure to be very vocal in your ears and over your body.
overall, ellie williams is a very attentive lover. in many ways than just one.
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#millersfinest#ellie tlou#ellie williams#lesbian#ellie williams headcanons#ellie williams imagine#ellie williams smut
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Chances
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From Me: It's been about 2 minutes since my last love at first sight story so I figured that was long enough for another one. Just a silly little thing.
Warnings: A tiny bit of smut. Also she's shorter than Harry (only relevant for 20 seconds, max). Other than that, should be fluff fluff fluff.
Summary: Airports are gross, overpriced, and extremely anxiety-inducing. She hates being there.
But it's also where she sits with a really cute guy who makes her feel like she's flying from the moment she looks at him and before takeoff even begins.
What was it about airports that were so romantic? Everyone knew how gross they were. A petri dish of diseases on every surface. Overpriced food and drinks. Not to mention the exorbitant price of books and magazines. Almost everyone passing through was stressed with worry about missing their flight, losing their bag, losing their kid, or personal items. She was one of them. Even with an hour and half cushion she was worried it would take off or something while she was going to get a coffee.
Which was perhaps why she didnât notice where she chose to sit at her gate. All that anxiety festering and building in her that only the relief of flopping into one of the seats near an outlet would release. She put her coffee in the little cup holder, tucked her bag beneath her feet and placed the overpriced book on her lap.
Someone called out for another person making her head tip up at the noise.
It was fate. Destiny. Whatever corny thing a romance writer would say it was. But there were only so many places her eyes could fall, and they happened to land on him.
What was it about making eye contact with a guy her age at the airport that made her feel like she was in a Hallmark movie? He gave her a polite smile. One that was downright pretty. Too pretty to be on a man's lips and one that made her heart skip a beat.
Hence why she was thinking about the romanticism of the airport in the first place.
She sincerely hoped she returned his kind smile because at the very least she didnât want to be rude. But it was all a matter of seconds; this little romance novel scene she was playing out. Her cheeks felt warm with a rush of blood to her skin before she dropped her gaze back to her book. She had to. If she didnât, she was going to do something crazy like profess how taken she was with him after meeting those stunning green eyes for half a second like the love at first sight she saw in movies.
But was that his gaze she felt heating up her skin? She refused to look up, but the words of her novel blurred together, and she could only think about how blue was one of her favorite colors growing up but green might have kicked that right out of the top spot in that moment.
*
Their flight was delayed which stressed her out beyond comprehension. It wasnât even that long but if she didnât have somewhere to be when she landed, she would have felt a lot better. She swore she was the last person to board the plane, and it only fueled her anxiety further.
But if it werenât for the delay, her being last, or the fact that she was going to miss the rehearsal dinner for her friendâs wedding, the anxiety of seeing the hot guy from the gate was sitting next to her empty seat was surely going to give her a heart attack at the ripe age of her late twenties.
She felt her cheeks burning in recognition as he smiled again at her. âHi.â
âHi.â
That pretty face that was going to haunt her dreams for a lifetime. âAre you 12A?â He asked. The window seat, fortunately. His voice was warm and gentle.
âYeah, sorry,â she bit her lip.
He chuckled standing in the aisle to get out of her way so she could get settled. âSânothing tâapologize for.â
âIâm sure you thought you were going to have the row to yourself,â she sighed and placed her oversized purse on her seat so she could stow her carryon above her head.
âAllow me,â he offered and hoisted the bag to the storage space as if she hadnât crammed a weekâs worth of clothes and shoes inside it for only a long weekend. âSâokay. Sânot a big plane. They said it was full.â
Stupid airports and their romantic goggles.
âThank you,â she said gratefully and slipped into their row.
She noted all of his items were ready: a book tucked into the seat back compartment, a bottle of water stowed there as well, and his phone and headphones that he pulled from his pocket and placed on the tray once he was seated again. She fiddled with her bag, pulling out the items she wanted tucked into the spaces she had easy access to as well. Most importantly, she grabbed the travel package of disinfectant wipes to clean off her little home away from home for the next few hours.
âOh, thatâs a smart idea,â he smirked admiring her tidiness.
âI think Covid taught me that airplanes are one of the most disgusting places on the planet.â
He chuckled. âI suppose sâfair,â he nodded in agreement. âDâyou have an extra one?â He asked. She nodded and held the little package out to her row-mate. He took two and repeated her routine to clean. The air vent, the tray table, the belt buckle and arm rest. He used the second to wipe down his headphones, phone, and book with a quick swipe. She held out a little sandwich bag she used for trash while on the plane. âYâmust fly a lot,â he smirked at her preparedness.
âUsed to,â she took a deep breath. âI still get kind of nervous.â
âHonestly, would think yâwere not human if yâdidnât get nervous.â
The announcements were being made and she focused on the flight attendants and their safety demonstration. Well, tried to. The man beside her was so handsome it was like he demanded to be stared at; it was hard not to comply to such a silent request. He looked effortlessly comfortable and so attractive it was unfair. But maybe it was those stupid airport goggles making her fall in love with someone relatively close to her age and perhaps he was only a little hot.
But as he reached for the air vent again, his sweatshirt sleeve slid down his wrist so that her eyes darted to his forearm and landed on the tattoo on the inside of his arm. It wasnât even something she would qualify as a sexy tattoo, but it was there. As it appeared in her vision, all her dignity, self-respect, and thought of him being only a little hot, flew right out the window.
Stupid men.
The plane jolted a little as it started its take-off, making her gasp and she gripped the armrest tight. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath as it settled into its rhythm. The final announcement that the ascent was going to begin came through the speaker and the plane got quiet as it always did at that time. âHey, love?â
It was pathetic she recognized his voice already. Pathetic that she was going to respond to the little pet name. They had barely spoken. But the two little words were soft and sexy. In a gentle kind of way. She peeked out of one eye to glance at him. She swallowed thickly around the nerves. âUh... yeah?â
âI can hold your hand, if yâwant. Sâjust a tight grip yâgot on mâarm,â it was so gentle. He didnât even sound annoyed or pained. She gasped again, released his arm from her goddamn death grip, and covered her mouth. How fucking embarrassing. She didnât even notice.
âIâm so sorry,â she whispered.
âNo, sâfine,â he assured her, his smile was so kind. Like she was a wounded bird that he found after it flew into the window. âHere,â he offered pulling her hand from her mouth and laced their fingers together. âMânot a fan of takeoff either,â he explained giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
Did he feel how perfectly their hands fit together? Or did she imagine it? These airplane goggles were thick as hell. She was fucked when she got off the plane and never saw him again. They were silent during the remainder of the ascent and once the bell signaled that they could unbuckle, the pilot announced they were at cruising altitude, Harry gave her hand a squeeze again before releasing it.
âThank you,â the sincerity in his voice made her blush and she was glad it was dark on the plane and the flight would remain dark. Because if she had to see how pretty his face was for the whole flight, she wasnât going to make it. It was unfair that someone so handsome was seated next to her and she would never see him again. Someone who was thanking her for holding her hand. After she tried to rip his arm hair out.
Did his hand feel cold? Her hand felt cold. It was so ridiculous she just wanted to scream.
She had the worst luck.
*
Harry had the best luck. The pretty girl from the gate was in the same row as him. He got to hold her hand. The flight was only five or so hours long and the thought of it being delayed was miserable. But there she was looking so unbelievably beautiful.
Thereâs a REALLY pretty girl at my gate. He texted Mitch the second he saw her.
You better not be creepy. Sarah says thereâs NOTHING worse than a guy being creepy at the airport.
Iâm not going to make my soulmate uncomfortable. Iâm just going to ask her every question that pops into my head to get to know her, and then ask how many kids she wants to have with me.
...Best of luck to her.
Iâm probably not even going to talk to her :( She looks busy and what are the chances sheâll be sitting next to me? Thereâs no way I have that kind of luck.
But Harry did have that luck it seemed. The pretty girl was tucked into their row against the window, her head resting against the side of the plane. She was clean, organized, and adorable. He liked how she spoke to the flight attendant. Like she was a hinderance by being a passenger. It was sweet and he admired her kindness and thoughtfulness. She was so grateful when Harry handed her the little bag of pretzels and the drink she got.
âReading something good?â She asked quietly.
Harry smiled and held it out to her so she could read the back cover. âSomething mâsister recommended.â
She intently read the words on the back and nodded. âI think Iâm going to add it to my never-ending list.â
God, he wanted to say he could give it to her when he was finished. But he was never going to see her again. So maybe he didnât have the luck he hoped he did. âHow âbout you?â
âUm...â she smiled. âItâs nothing... intelligent. Itâs a brain-rotting romance thing. I donât know, I like to read trashy stuff on the plane. Take my mind off it and everything else.â
âI see,â he didnât ask Gemma a lot of questions, but he knew that meant it was filled with spicy romantic scenes that he could only dream about with someone as pretty as her. But that would be what Sarah called creepy, so he pushed that thought away quickly. âMânot a huge e-book person.â
âTheyâre good for travel,â she smiled. âI love bookstores, and I think I could build a whole house out of the books I have or want to buy. But traveling... itâs nice to have something compact. But I bought a book at the convenience store before we left. Which is so dumb because the mark up is like an extra ten dollars and I could have gotten it for free on this thing but the Wi-Fi is a bit of a problem sometimes, like I canât get my new book toââ She paused as Harry listened intently. It was so disarming listening to her talk about books and her e-reader. It was adorable. Her eyes, even in the faint glow from the emergency airplane lights, were lit with excitement. âIâm rambling, Iâm sorry.â
âNo!â He frowned, shaking his head hurriedly. He immediately missed the excitement in her eyes. âYâwerenât. I never thought âbout how the traveling is easier with it. I had tâforgo a whole outfit tâget mâbooks in mâbag.â
She smiled and sipped her drink. âI always do that. Except Iâm sure you felt how heavy my bag was, I didnât do it this time. I told myself I wasnât going to overpack and I just couldnât do it.â
âMâsister has a hard time with it too.â
âItâs impossible, I think. Especially for an event, you know?â
Was Harry still smiling? He couldnât stop smiling. She just had this air about her. The air between them was vibrating and it wasnât because of turbulence. She had to feel it, right? Harry couldnât be imagining this electric feeling that was pulsing between them. They were just sitting there, staring at each other.
âCan I say something crazy?â He asked.
âCrazy? Are you planning on murdering me?â
âNo,â he chuckled. âI jusâ...â he paused and scanned her face memorizing the moment wondering how on earth he could meet her again. Maybe heâd be lucky enough to have a plane ride back with her. But there couldnât be that much good luck. âThis is a bit...â he trailed off and he chuckled. His face was only inches from hers. She bit her lip.
âYeah... it is.â
âSâcrazy, right?â
She nodded. âIt is,â she whispered back.
âHi,â he said quietly, a smile growing on his face.
âHi,â she giggled.
*
When the plane began its descent, he held her hand again and gave it a gentle squeeze. It made her stomach flutter. As they left their little row, her heart hammered in her chest. How unfair it was that she would never see him again. He grabbed her bag from the compartment above and he walked with her all the way to baggage claim. They chatted a little more. Smiling and giggling. She didnât even realize he was still holding her hand.
At least the airport goggles were working both ways it seemed.
âYou let me go on and on about overpacking and you checked a bag?â He smirked, grabbed her hand again and led her toward the rideshare pickup spot. âCan I say something crazy?â
âAre yâplanning on murdering me?â He asked.
âYou felt it right?â
âFelt what?â The smile melted off her face and she dropped his hand like it burned her. âWhoa, hey,â he laughed and snagged it quick into his again. âSâbad joke,â he brought her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles softly. âCourse I felt it.â
She looked at her feet. The seconds felt like hours as she looked for something to say. âI donât know where to go from here,â she frowned looking back at him.
âYeah...â He sighed. âItâs...â he sighed. There was so much he wanted to say. So much she wanted to tell him. They needed more time, more space.
She wanted to live on that plane.
Harry wanted to stay at that airport.
She pushed up onto her toes and kissed him. It was crazy. Outlandish. Ridiculous. She cupped his cheek, her thumb brushing his skin. He smiled on her mouth making her want to melt. His hand found her lower back, pulled her closer because in just sneakers she couldnât reach his lips completely. With her firmly in his embrace, he nipped at her lower lip. It was so sinful she shivered.
The honking interrupted their moment, pulling each other apart. âI have to go,â she whispered looking at the Uber that matched the license plate listed on her phone.
âI know.â
âHi,â she whispered with a quiet laugh.
âHi.â
âIt was... really nice meeting you,â her smile was so goddamn pretty it was going to make Harry cry.
âIt was nice meeting you, love,â he answered. Safely tucked her into the back of the cab. She unrolled the window.
âI donât even know your name.â
âHarry,â he said.
âHarry,â she repeated. âNice meeting you, Harry.â
*
âYou have outdone yourself,â she smiled as she turned. The woman before her had a stunning smile, her hair half pinned, her white silk pajamas shimmering in the light. âTheyâre stunning.â
âYouâre one to talk, Iâd give you a hug but I donât want to mess anything up,â she wrinkled her nose. âYou love them?â She asked.
âI love them. They might upstage me.â
âI sincerely doubt it. You look stunning already.â
âDo you hate me for not making you a bridesmaid?â
âGod, no,â she shook her head. âIâm more of a behind the scenes kind of person anyway. If you need anything today, Iâm your girl,â she promised. âI was too far away,â she shrugged.
âDonât remind me,â she frowned. âThese flowers are the things of dreams. You are the best,â she sighed dreamily. âCan I see my bouquet?â Her frown quickly turned into a smile again. âIâve been dreaming about it.â
She went to the bucket that was at the edge of what would be the ceremony floor and pulled the bouquet from it. She felt so proud and happy with the arrangement she made for one of her long-time best friends. âSeph,â she smiled. âYou look beautiful,â she reminded her.
Persephone grinned admiring the bouquet. âYouâre incredible... How was your flight? Other than delayed?â
âIt was...â she tried to think about anything but the color green. âGood.â
âOh?â Sephâs perfectly plucked eyebrow arched suspiciously âHow good? Did you join the mile high club?â
âOh my God, Persephone, of course not.â
âWell, you donât say good like that if heâs not cute.â
A slight pause as she looked at the ceiling and then back at her friend. âHe was really cute.â
âYouâre a walking Hallmark movie.â
âThatâs literally how I felt.â They giggled then she sighed thinking about the kiss she shared with a stranger. It was so unlike her to get all in a twist about a guy she just met. This wasnât normal. It was like she was still in the airport. There were so many things they didnât talk about. So many things she didnât know about him and never would. It was unfair and yet she couldnât stop herself from feeling like she was still flying. Shaking her head, she turned to her friend once more. âAlright, I have to finish these flower arrangements. Not sure if you know this, but thereâs a wedding happening here tonight.â
âSorry about your airplane man, babe,â Seph squeezed her shoulder.
âHey, no frowns. Itâs your wedding day,â she turned back to the table she was working on before her friendâs interruption. âI think some moments are meant to just... exist in that moment.â
*
Harry had thought about only three things that day. Breathing, cake, and of course the beautiful girl he met on the plane.
You KISSED her?! Sarah asked.
I know... Iâve never met anyone like her.
Thatâs a real bummer, Harry, honestly. It was and Sarah was right. At first, he was joking, but now he was certain she was his soulmate, and he just let her go. But what choice did he have? Yes, there was the feeling of his heart beating faster. The excitement of making her laugh. But there was the calmness, the tranquility of being beside her. Holding her hand.
Maybe it was morbid, but Harry was certain he was looking for someone to hold his hand if the plane were to go down and maybe thatâs what a soulmate really was.
It was easy. Easy to talk to her, make her laugh. It was easy to get to know her and he didnât even know anything about her. He didnât know where she was from, what she did, where she was going, but he just knew that she was his and he let her go. There were too many variables. Too many things he couldnât control.
âHarry, you almost done?â
âJusâ putting the finishing touches,â he mumbled.
âWeâre going to be late!â
âThey wonât start without us,â he rolled his eyes.
âIf there is a speck ofââ
âIâm clean, Iâm clean,â he shook his head, coming to the other room and brushing his hands along his coat. âLetâs get married, yeah?â
*
The maid of honor talked about how lucky the pair of them were to find one another. How there were an infinite number of opportunities for them to not have met but there was this special moment destined for each other. Where Persephone would walk into the library to sit in her favorite study spot and if she wasnât so superstitious she would have just found another table.
But instead, she walked right up to the table, told her future husband he was in her spot, and she was preparing for an exam, and she wouldnât let him use her favorite seat.
The best man spoke about how he was actually destined to be with the groom for forever and ever which made the entire place laugh.
But talk of luck and destiny just made her feel miserable on the inside. If she asked for his number or where he lived, it would be hours from where she lived. She would be devastated. A kiss was a good ending to her little story. That would suffice.
Maybe he already had a girlfriend. That would work too. Something to make her feel like a horrible person and lessen the blow that her soulmate was somewhere out there never to be seen again. Harry was just a guy that held her hand on a plane and talked about books with her for hours so she wouldnât be scared. Someone that split his snacks with her even though she didnât know him.
No. She couldnât think about him. She had to stop thinking about him. It wasnât good for her brain or her heart.
It was a beautiful ceremony. Thatâs what she needed to focus on. Persephone was a gorgeous bride and the event was just... perfect. âI think Iâve given your name and number to just about every single woman here,â Seph said sliding into a seat beside her and kissed her cheek.
She laughed. âWell thank you,â she smiled. âLet me see,â she held her hand out for the one with her new jewelry and she admired the pretty diamond that glimmered alongside the new band of diamonds below it. âEverything is beautiful.â
âThis place is beautiful because of you. Just like you said.â
âOh... it was beautiful before. I just added to it.â
âI didnât see it though. Itâs a bargain if you can envision it like this. I seriously wouldnât have picked it without you saying youâd do the flowers,â Seph explained. âYou saw so much more than I did.â
She shrugged. âI donât think thereâs a place on earth that doesnât benefit from flowers.â
âWell, thank you,â she squeezed her hand. âI wouldnât be having a wonderful day without you. I know it was a lot to travel out here andââ
âNo, no. Donât even. I wouldnât have missed this for the world. Flowers or no flowers.â
Persephone grinned. âWell... in other news... do you see anyone as cute as your airplane man? Lerone has a lot of single friends.â
She smirked and shook her head. âNo offense, Seph, but there is no one thatâs going to be as cute as my airplane guy.â
âNo one?â
Her head snapped up to the voice that she had already planned on dreaming about for the rest of her life. Her eyes met the same green gaze she had the pleasure of looking at for five hours while chatting about books and whispering about nothing of importance (but it all seemed important at the time). There was no way. She didnât have this kind of luck. If there was a squeaky carriage at the grocery store she was sure to pick it. There was no way thatâ
âHi Harry!â Persephone smiled. âDo you two know each other?â
âSomething like that,â Harry stuffed his hands in his pockets. âHi,â Harry grinned at her.
She cleared her throat, adrenaline flowing through her body. âHi,â she whispered breathlessly.
âHarry baked our cake. He went to school with Lerone.â
âOh,â she swallowed.
âAnd I heard yâdid all the work with these pretty flowers,â Harry smiled.
âSheâs like the flower queen,â Persephone giggled.
âI see.â
There was a pause while they stared at each other. Harry grinning like a madman, he was sure. But she was stunning. A floral dress draped her body, her hair half pinned up. She was so pretty. Somehow even prettier than the way she looked on the airplane and Harry was certain she could never be prettier than the moment she sat next to him.
âHi,â she laughed.
âHi,â he chuckled.
âOf all the gin joints.â
Harry took a seat beside her. Persephone had moved onto the next table and yet, she hadnât even noticed. âI havenât stopped thinking âbout you, love,â he grabbed her hand. âBeen thinking âbout the plane, yâe-reader, and that earth-shattering kiss.â
Her cheeks heated up and Harry reached out to brush his thumb on her cheek. âThis is insane,â she whispered.
âI know,â he agreed.
âI donât have luck like this,â she explained. âIâm the kind of person that has their luggage get lost. Or my coat will snag on the doorknob. If I didnât want to be paired with someone in a group project in high school, I could guarantee I was going to be in their group.â
âYâthink itâs lucky youâre meeting me?â He practically wiggled his eyebrows. Trying to sound egotistical but all it did was make her fall harder for him.
Her heart skipped a beat. âWell...yeah,â she swallowed. âI mean... what else am I supposed to call it?â
âIt doesnât have tâbe luck. Can jusâ be meeting you.â
âI donât think it works that way for me.â
âCan I dance with you?â He asked.
âIâm not very good and I think thereâs a good chance Iâll step on your toes andââ
Harry was already helping her stand and tugging her to the dance floor. She did step on his toes, not hard, but her quiet âsorryâ was lost on Harry. It felt perfect to hold her in his arms. One hand in his, her other at the back of his neck, his free hand on the small of her back. They fit like puzzle pieces. âA florist, hmm?â He hummed right by her ear.
âA baker?â She replied.
He chuckled. âWhat are the chances?â
*
âDâyou have any idea how good yâlook?â He groaned. She was in just a T-shirt. Harryâs T-shirt. He propped his head in his hand as he looked at her laying in his bed. His finger skimming just below the hem of the shirt. It barely touched her thighs and the only thing that stood in his way was a scrap of fabric she called underwear.
She giggled. âBack at you.â
âThis is insane,â he smiled and pressed his lips to hers.
âIt is,â she whispered.
If all her bad luck had been to make this weekend happen, she was forever grateful. This was worth it. Harry was worth it. âWhenâs your flight?â
âQuarter of five. Whenâs yours?â
âThe same, of course.â
She smiled and tucked her face into his chest. âHow far away are you from my shop?â
âOnly âbout a half hour drive,â he told her. âWhy?â
âJust... wondering.â
âJusâ want tâknow how much time and distance is between you and a toe-curling orgasm?â
âDonât be crass.â
âI wasnât talking âbout you,â he peppered a line of kisses down the side of her face and along her neck, down the curve of her shoulder, even when the T-shirt got in the way. âYou are so pretty,â he mumbled pulling at his shirt to touch her soft skin and curves. âI donât think Iâve ever met someone so pretty.â
âIâm sure thatâs not true.â
âNo, Iâd remember you,â he smiled pressing his lips to her collarbone. He pulled the shirt off her and he brushed his thumbs across her nipples softly. Making them perk up more than they already were with the cold air from the room and no barrier between her. âDefinitely remember this,â he mumbled into her skin.
âI have to pack,â she whispered but her voice was air and her resolve wasnât there.
âPut it in mâchecked bag,â his lips were occupied by one of her nipples making it extremely difficult for her to concentrate. âJusâ shove everything in there. Then sâa promise Iâll see yâafter we land.â
Her heart fluttered. âYou want to see me again?â
He popped his head up from licking at her like she was candy. The air was even chillier against the sensitive skin without Harryâs warm mouth wrapped around her. âMâsorry, was I not clear?â
She smirked. âI donât know. Iâve been thinking about airport goggles.â
âAirport goggles?â He repeated.
âI have really bad luck, Harry. I just worry that the idea of me in an airport because Iâm roughly your age... or like, you know airplane food is a real thing? Not just a joke? Something about the altitude messing with your tastebuds or something. So maybe this is all an illusion, is what Iâm saying. Maybe I am really unlucky because when we get back to our real life we wonât have airport goggles andââ
âKitten,â he chuckled and rubbed his thumb across her lip. âShh,â he whispered and pressed a soft kiss on her mouth.
âIâm just sayingââ
âI know,â he rolled his eyes. âI hear you. But mâtelling you, thereâs no such thing as airport goggles. Even if there are, mânever taking them off.â
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aventurine x fem!reader, fluff, suggestive (+17 only), marking, brief mention of a hickey, aventurine is jealous and possessive, 0.6k+ wc. ïŸ requested for my milestone event.
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robin invited you to her birthday party, to which you happily agreed. itâs no surprise since the two of you have been close friends for quite some time. youâve been looking forward to it for a while now and tonight is finally the night of the party. you go over to the closet and quickly scan through it before deciding on a cute, red dress that is slightly short, exposing a lot of your beautiful skin.
once youâre ready, you walk out of the room to show your boyfriend. whoâs scrolling endlessly through his phone on the couch.
he stops scrolling though and puts his phone away the minute he hears the clinking sound of your heels and smells your beautiful scent thatâs filled up the room. he takes a couple glances at you, his eyes scan every inch of your body, inspecting it from head to toe. he even asks you to turn around and show him a 360.
âhow do i look baby?â you coyly ask as you stand there anticipating his answer.
aventurine slowly gets up from the couch and heads to the spot where youâre standing. your eyes instantly get captured in his alluring gaze.
âyou look gorgeous, too gorgeous.â he coos, and you feel the heat running through your cheeks as they redden.
"but are you really going to that party like that, doll?â he leans in so dangerously close to you that you can feel his every breath fanning against your skin and your heart as he whispers in your ear, and your heart begins to race rapidly.
âyes?â you answer absentmindedly, your head is spinning so much that you just utter the first answer that comes in mind. and he instantly clicks his tongue in disappointment, this isnât the answer he wants to hear.
âbut i don't want anyone else looking at whatâs supposed to be just for me." aventurine speaks in a way that is asserting his possessiveness over you. he takes your hands in his before he releases them and grabs your shoulders, bringing you even closer to him than you are already.
then, an idea comes into his mind, a mischievous one.
what if he leaves a hickey? a mark to let whoever looks at you know that you already belong to someone.
âwell then if you really wanna go out like this,â he begins his speech, a dark look is seen in his eyes. you gulp in nervousness, feeling a knot forming inside your stomach.
âthen i think i can add something to make it look better.â he tilts his head and before you can even ask him what he means, he leans in and starts to suck a certain spot on your neck that he knows has you weak. your knees begin to tremble as aventurine continues twirling his tongue around your exposed skin, by now youâre certain this will leave a mark. a breathy sigh leaves your lips, your whole body is shaking as you feel the strength slowly leaving your body so you tighten your grip on his shirt for support.
âthere we go, babe.â heâs still slightly panting as a result of sucking a bit intensely but smirks proudly at the sight of his mark decorating your neck, reminding you yet again that you belong to him.
âyouâre crazy.â you stare at your reflection in the mirror, watching as a love bite is slowly forming on the side of your neck, so now youâre forced to go back and change because no way you can go out looking like that.
âonly over you.â aventurine replies back almost instantly.
your boyfriend is obsessed with you, he's simply crazy over you, and he'll do whatever it takes to prove it.
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Can I request a Franco x reader? But where Ayrton Senna is alive in this universe and the reader is Senna? If not, then fine. It's up to you. Thanks in advance đđ
ÊÉ a/n: that is my moment!!!!!!!! i often imagine how would it be to have ayrton in contemporary scenarios it's unhealthy lol. i really think he'd be full of jokes and a fun guy just like he was off track. thanks for the request, it was a real nice one to write! (and if anyone has any senna request, i'll be more tham happy to take it! (i'm even willing to write stuff with senna himself))
ÊĂŻÉ "you got me good" FC43
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â§ââș franco colapinto x cecĂlia senna (senna!female oc)
â§ââș word count: 1,6kâ â â â â§ââș, gender: crack, fluff.
â§ââș summary: franco and cecĂlia kept a secret relationship and when they decide to come clean, her father was ahead of it and he's a total menace.
â§ââș warnings: alternative universe where that may 1th 1994 didn't happen and ayrton grew old like he deserved to, my hyper focus on that man shown in references, a bit of portuguese properly translated, kinda short and poorly contextualized, curse words, franco is a baby, just soft and light content for the win.
"What do you mean he doesn't know about it?"
Franco took a deep breath, massaging his own scalp as his friend and co-worker continued talking, a mix of excitement and judgment in his words.
"You are not making this any better," he mouthed.
"You are dating his daughter! You are da-ting. The man's daughter. Like... The man's daughter. The hell haven't you met her family!?"
"I am scared, okay!? If I get rejected by her family... It's not just my girlfriend's family. It's simply Senna himself! Should I what!? Drop the job? Hide in a cave?"
Alex laughed, the words and the tone easing the tension. The guy was worried to death and things might be simpler than he thought. Everyone knew Senna was a fun person.
Dating CecĂlia Senna felt almost like marrying into royalty. It's a good feeling, though. Bagging CecĂlia Senna could easily be added to one of Franco's big achievements â and he's a former F2 driver called in last minute to fill a Formula One seat â and he's doing great.
But still, it's CecĂlia Senna, the only child of a legend, someone he looked up to growing up, someone he saw in the paddock many times before ending up in his daughter's sheets.
"Hello, everyone!"
God, his heart might have dropped to the floor just now. The retired driver walked into the garage happily, with his daughter attached to his arm and waving familiarly.
Everyone gathered around them immediately, though CecĂlia's eyes instantly met Franco's. She knew he was scared and had made fun of him until she couldn't anymore, teasing him in every way she could.
"I've heard the news on the Argentinian! You guys are lucky you got away easily!"
Alright, it's time to pray. What news? That he's fucking his daughter? That they meet every week? That she wanted a Williams' box pass so badly just because of him? Or... That they hid it from everyone just to gain a bit more time?
"We got quality, mate! That's it." Vowels took his cue to fill in the blank, the people dispersing and going back to their work. "Found the kid sparring and made him a beast."
"Yeah, of course," the Brazilian laughed. "What's up, buddy! Feeling the pressure?"
Franco mentally cursed CecĂlia for raising her eyebrows and doubling the meaning of the question, but he managed to stand up and dry his sweaty hands on his pants.
"I try not to, honestly. Not... think about it a lot," he said, feeling he could have worded the sentence a bit better as they shook hands.
"That's the spirit! I heard a lot about you, little man. Do you know my daughter? CecĂlia?"
Tricky question. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Tricky question.
If he had heard about it, then he knew about them. Franco could say "yes" and end up with a lecture, or say "no" and be caught in a lie.
"You guys think you are smart, huh? Fooling around, hiding from cameras..."
Oh, it's over. It's over for him. The "drop the job and hide in a cave" plan was almost running in his veins right now. Maybe he should Sebastian Vettel his way around, retire early, and move to a countryside home in Switzerland. Yes, that's a good plan.
"Pai... Para com isso." CecĂlia shoved her dad's side, rolling her eyes. (Dad... Stop that.)
"What? You guys thought you got away with it?"
"Pai! Ele tå ficando sem graça!" she insisted. (Dad! He's getting uncomfortable!)
Franco thought of speaking up, but the nerves were all up and maybe he should let it be.
"Yeah! He should!" Ayrton still had a serious look on his face, making Franco shiver.
"Pai, sério." (Dad, I'm serious.)
"Sir, I know itâ"
"Come on, Franquinho! I'm fooling around, take that scared look off your face!" In a matter of seconds, Ayrton's grin turned into a playful smile, and his arm was hooked over Franco's shoulder, messing up his hair and leaving him even more confused. "Did I scare you? You should have seen your eyes!"
Franco laughed, still a bit dulled. That was a big one.
"You're a bastard," CecĂlia rolled her eyes once again, aware of the father she had.
The man was a natural jokester, full of little jokes and loved making uncomfortable scenarios in the name of fun. He was a handful.
"And you guys should have told me about this before! You lost it all, Franquinho. Angra, the travels... You need to be introduced to the family!"
He had heard about Angra; the beach house CecĂlia went to every now and then, how much she and her father loved the place. He even saw an old interview where Ayrton said that his retirement plans included being "Angra's nature inspector."
"Yeah- Yeah, sim." Franco risked some Portuguese, patting Ayrton on the back before they both stepped apart. "Sorry for... for taking too long to meet you, I was- Damn, you got me good."
"I could see!" Senna didn't waste a single laugh. "Don't worry, little boy. You're a good investment. And CecĂlia is pretty happy, so... you got my support."
"I'm even happier to hear it." Franco chuckled. "Thank you, very much. Your daughter also makes me really happy."
"Of course! Her bad jokes make everyone laugh." Ayrton kept the teasing going. "Now you better show me some racing! I've been in your place and to keep the daughter you need to be as good as dad!"
"You should have seen your face, baby!"
Franco glanced at his girlfriend as he turned his head, their first alone time since the morning's humiliation session.
"I don't wanna talk about it," he mouthed, shirt off and focus switching. "That was traumatizing."
"I told you he's a clown." Her shoulders went up a bit. "But he wasn't lying at the end! He likes you!"
"I got that part. Now I know where you got that dark humor from." The blue-eyed boy stood in the middle of his room, hands on his waist as he let his girlfriend use her eyes.
"What can I say? I am my father's daughter." She smiled mischievously. "He wants you to spend some time, though. Before Vegas, maybe?"
"I could've Max Verstappen my way around and have stayed for the week... But we waited until your dad could scare me to death in the middle of the box so... Yeah, it can be next week." He started simple, voice steady.
But then CecĂlia approached and her hands liked to touch. All over his torso while she traced a good way for his hair.
"You ain't seen nothing yet." The smile was still on her face, lips coming closer and closer to his. "But I am really happy, you know? Now we can just be and enjoy some time... I can take you to Angra, and I don't need to hide in your driver's room. I was done with pretending I was investing in Williams just so I had a reason to watch the races here."
"Told you about it... You could afford my seat."
Another joke. Ever since he got into F1 as an emergency call, she did say she only had to call her dad and his 2025 seat would be secured.
"You're gonna get it because you deserve it, I am not affording that." She flashed her eyelashes, rimming a single syllable as his hands also started to travel.
Inside her expensive shirt, up and down her back in good pressure before they found room at her waist.
"You know what else I deserve?"
"You freak! Go shower and I'll be waiting for you outside. My dad is around!"
It took them no time. Within weeks, Ayrton and Franco became partners in crime, and suddenly, CecĂlia was having a taste of her own medicine.
"Turn it off! Now!" Ayrton whispered in a screaming tone, the last signal Franco needed before turning off the power for the whole house.
CecĂlia had just come back from the beach and Franco finally knew the Angra house. It was dark, and the prank was not very well planned.
"Porra." (Shit.) they heard the Brazilian swearing. "Que inferno, de novo? PAAAAI?" (What the hell, again? DAAAAD?)
He knew some words in Portuguese and it only made it funnier. Him and his father-in-law were hiding in the small laundry room as CecĂlia searched for them.
"Ready, kid?"
"No, but I'll do it anyways."
"Good kid. You're a great one." The old man, as a new custom, messed with the Argentinian's hair, before opening the door and waiting for him to leave.
"Eu juro, se vocĂȘs estiverem armando pra cima de mim euâ Ahâ FRANCO! NO!" (I swear, if you guys are planning something against me Iâ)
He's fast even with his limited knowledge about the furniture in the house, walking in the dark before he could lift her and throw her over his shoulder.
It's the fourth time she's thrown in the pool and she just knows it's her father opening the glass door for the exterior area before she's sinking in cold water.
"I CAN'T BELIEVE YOU ALL!" CecĂlia screamed. "I JUST WASHED MY HAIR! OH MY GOD! PUTTING YOU TWO TOGETHER WAS THE WORST THING I EVER DID!"
"NĂŁo reclama, princesinha..." (Don't you complain, little princess...) her father played, now standing besides her boyfriend. "Bate aqui, you passed the test. Welcome to the family." (High five,)
"I hate you guys. Eu odeio vocĂȘs, los odio. Whatever. Don't ever talk to me again." CecĂlia stomped her way out of the pool, walking straight past them.
"Don't get mad, baby... It's just a joke!"
"Well, boy... It's your girlfriend. Go ease her nerves. You're called Colapinto for a reason."
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Had a similar experience in college with two friends of mine who said the words "You can just do things". For them, it meant breaking into buildings, generally trespassing, and doing all sorts of mischief. But for me, someone who thought you always needed 100% permission to do anything, it meant "You don't have to be told in order to do things". So rest of college I would just think: do I want to do this, if no don't do it, if yes then find a way to do it. Someone is probably going to let you do it anyways.
As time went on it became my motto for "If I can do something, why wait for someone else to do it". Which ended up with me doing a lot of random tasks in my senior year.
Thereâs this guy in town who owns this little house, and a while back he rescued a street dog that was going to get put down. Turned out she was pregnant.
Problem is, he has mental health & drug issues and couldnât afford to get them all spayed & neutered, so now there are 6 grown bitches with 15 puppies total, and theyâve dug under his fence in multiple places but he canât afford to fix it so they go roaming all around town. (When I say canât afford it, I mean his house is currently running on a generator because he canât afford his electric bill.) Heâs also a day laborer so he cannot take multiple full days off work to take them to the vet an hour away. Heâs in a really rough spot.
Heâs not a bad person. Heâs just overwhelmed.
And this little conservative town with 6 churches for 300 people, have they tried to help their neighbor? Have they adopted the puppies heâs been trying to give away? Have they offered resources?
NOPE! All they wanna do is talk shit about him and complain about the dogs but never lift a finger of their own. And they come to his house to yell at him and cuss him out about the dogs, which does not exactly engender in him a cooperative attitude, as you might imagine.
So after a while of this going on, my mom gets fed up with all the NIMBY bullshit and starts talking to the guy, because sheâs done animal rescue for 20-odd years and has Connections. Heâs resistant at first, but when he realizes sheâs not being an asshole to him on account of his addiction or the dogs, he decides to let her help.
She gets to work organizing and networking. Finds a non-profit that will cover vaccinations, spay/neuter, and flea treatments for all the dogs. Talks the next-door neighbor into paying for materials to fix the fence, since this guy can do the work of it himself. Gets him in touch with another non-profit that will adopt out the adult dogs.
Less than 2 weeks after she decided to do something, all puppies have been to the vet, 10 puppies and 4 adult dogs have been adopted out, and the second non-profit is coming by next week to pick up the remaining 7 dogs to ship them out for adoption.
Iâve learned a lot of things from my momâsome good, some badâbut I think the most important positive message she lives as an example of is this: sometimes, when something needs done and no one else is willing, you gotta stand up and say âIâll do it.â
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