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"Him" | LN4
Parings: Lando Norris x bestie!reader.
Summary: Oblivious idiots to lovers. That's what Max said.
Word count: +2,7k.
Warnings: nooone just pure fluff and some language hehe. Not a native english speaker so there could be (so many) errors. Not proofread.
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âYou only say that because you fancy him, y/n. You can't play with meâMax said out of nowhere while talking about the whole Lando drama and his fourth championship at Danny Ricâs house. Your three have been best friends for quite some time now. Actually, you have been friends with most of the grid for a couple of years now. They were like family to you and recently, you moved countries to live and study in Monaco and be able to spend more time with your friends.
âWhat have you just said motherfucker?â you acted offended. Nethertheless it took you by surprise that he said such a thing when you have never talked about Lando and your feelings for him with him nor danny. But Max knew you too well to already know the whole story. Of course Danny laughen and you could feel the heat going up your face. You feel exposed so you try to cover up by drinking another sip from your glass of white wine. You thank god it was in the privacy of Danny's house and not some random bar for everyone to hear.
âOh câmon y/n, i think itâs pretty too obvious by nowâ max continued noticing the panic and surprise on your face.
âYeah, it is obvious and cute to see how you drool, staring at him everytime he talks. And not to mention you eat him alive at races when he is all sweaty -â danny continued the torture but you stopped them both making them laugh.
âJust stop!â you said âyou guys are impossible!â your face was red and anxiety took over you for a moment.you sighed defeated. âTo be honest with you, yeah, I do like him. But lets be real, im nt even his type at allâ you said remembering how he was kissing magui, that model he fucks now and the, kind of a situationship, in front of your fucking face the whole night a few weeks ago. âAnd even as impossible as it sounds, if there was an actual chance for me with him, we wouldn't work either. I'm complicated. And he doesn't see me like that. He never did. And i'm sure that won't change like everâ you added just convince yourself of everything you said. It was impossible, right? There was no chance in this universe for him to see you like that. You are so far from what he used to date. It's just an innocent crush. Youâll meet someone,right? You saw Max denying with his head.
ây/n, i know you are not the most confident human being i know but be fucking for real, you are not complicated. And everything you said it's nonsense. You are fun to be around, you make him laugh until he pisses himself, you give him his favorite things, you bake him cookies and pies, you listen to him when he is sad, you are like the bestest person next to him. And let me tell you, I have no doubts he is into you as much as you are. It's in your eyes guys. You love each other more fondly than you want to admitâ he said leaving you speechless for a moment and with a mess of confusion around your head. You wanted to believe him but at the same time you canât.
âMic drop, sirâ Danny said and they both laughed. You smiled but rolled your eyes in disbelief.
âI wishâ you finally said, making Max roll his eyes.
âTwo oblivious idiots, can you believe it danny?â Max said ironically and Danny followed him.
âI see it mate. It's sad. I wanna cryâ he said.
âYou guys are impossible." You declared to go back to your trivial talk about cats and australia barbecue.
(...)
It was a beautiful saturday. You were thankful Ria said yes to accompany you to buy a new outfit for tonight's party. Martin Garrix was in town and lando invited you all to his friend's show. Coffees in hand, you were chatting about everything and anything.
âSo the plan is a sexy outfit just to impress your boy?â she teased and you rolled your eyes.
âWhy is everyone so obsessed with the idea that I like lando? As if he would care what I wear or notâ you said, a little irritated. You just wanted to conquer someone else tonight to forget about all of this and move one. You knew it was impossible that Lando liked you back so why be stuck in it? You were gonna dress up and doll up and conquer whoever you may please. That was your masterplan.
âGirl, you need to relax. I say it first hand: he cares a lot fucking much. He likes you. I just know.but you two are too dumb to accept itâ she said raising her shoulders.
You felt so confused once again. These were Lnados friends who knew him just like you did. First it was Max and Danny and now it is ria. You didn't want to fool yourself. And at the same time you wanted him to know for the longest time. You wanted him to notice you. And you also knew him and you knew how he is with girls and if he liked you then he would've told you by now.
âRia, dont play with meâ you begged. Concern showed in your voice. She gave you a gentle hug by your side.
âI won't ever do that to you y/n. I would never in a million years forgive myself if I did. You're my friend and I just want you to be happy. Believe meâ her voice was soft and sweet. You just smile and change the subject. You didn't want to discuss this anymore. Nor did you think you could handle it.
(...)
Saturday night finally came and so did the margaritas you so dearly adore when you needed to forget reality. You were pretty tipsy by now. You met Franco Colapinto and you didn't even know he was invited but oh god he was so fun to be around. You've Been talking to him the whole night about whatever to be honest.and yeah, he looked really hot tonight by the way. You felt lucky he even looked at you and so you followed around.
You bumped into Max at the bar table after ordering yet another margarita. He looked at you a little tipsy as well.
âSo you replaced lando for an argentine prince, huh?â He teased you.
âOh shut the fuck up verstappen. Were in publicâ you said going back to the barman who was handing you your precious margarita drink. He rolled his eyes.
âBe careful. Lando's not happyâ he said and disappeared into the people holding his vodka with red bull. Weird mix but he was loyal to his employers i guess.
You came back to where Franco was waiting for you to be back. He looked so cute under the lights in that white shirt he was wearing. And speaking of white shirt you saw Lando talking to him. You cursed yourself right there. You may or may not have ignored him the whole night. But you just couldn't face him after what all your friends said. You just didn't want to be tempted by his pretty shiny green eyes and his mouth. Oh what you'd give up just to taste his lips.
âOh there is the missing girl,â Lando said, looking at you when you arrived and smiling nervously. The tension established between you two even Franco noticed it.
âGuess it is my turn to go to the bar. Be right back, guysâ he said and left the two of you alone. You took a sip from your glass avoiding his sight.
âWhat's wrong with you?â he said kind of offended? Anger could be clearly heard in his voice. You sighed not knowing what to answer.
âWhat do you mean lando?â you decided to play the fool. You wanted to run away. His eyes were intimidating you.
âOne day we watch movies together and bake cookies and the other you ignore me for several days and even flirt with another dude straight to my face?â what he just told you took you by surprise. You frowned, confused at his statement. The tension was burning your throat. He got closer and so you finally faced him. You looked at him. His face straight and his eyes dark with a little sparkle. You couldn't read what was going on inside him. Maybe he was just as confused as you were. âYou look too pretty in that dress to be talking to him and not meâ you could breathe his warm breath tasting tequila mixed with lemon. You swallowed hard. Your insides exploded. what was happening? He grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him. His touch burns your skin sending shivers down your spine. This was actually happening? Your hands were shaking. You really thought about what to tell him. A devilish smile appeared in his face when he thought he left you speechless. But you weren't ready to let him win.
âWell, for your information, I'm single and I can talk to wherever my vagina pleases so that shouldn't be none of your business. Also, why would I talk to you if you have been talking with more than one girl tonight? I'm a selective lady. What can I sayâ you smiled innocently.
He bit his lip. He tightened his grip around you. More possessive. More irresistible. Your innocent smile turns into a triumph smile. âso if you dont mind iâll keep talking to Franco and luckly fuck him. Have a good night Landitoâ you said provocatively leaving lando hanging into his words as you pulled away and walked away from him. His brain is malfunctioning.
And as you promised you kissed and fucked Franco Colpinto that night.
(...)
It was already the next sunday and Lando had disappeared. There was nowhere to be found. He didn't reply to your texts nor your calls. He became just dead silent. That made you feel even more confused than you already were. What did it mean what happened at the party? What were his intentions? Why didn't you kiss him? You were torn into feeling guilty and stupid at the same time. Like you had an actual chance with him but you didn't take it. And you didn't even know why. You hated yourself so much for that. How stupid.
Max, Lando's best friend, invited you over along with Pietra and Lando. You were cooking some vanilla flavored cookies with chocolate chips. The famous crumble cookies. Lando has been pretty much ignoring you. And you have been really quiet. Very unusual both ways. The tension was irritating. Max and Pietra tried to play it cool but it was very uncomfortable. When Lando came back from the bathroom, Max took him into the terrace and you stayed with pietra inside in the kitchen doing your stuff.
âBabe, what happened between you two?â she sounded genuinely worried. You sighed stressed.
âTo be honest with you, I don't know. After a weird moment at the party last Saturday, he has been ust ignoring me. I didn't know if he was even alive if Max didn't invite us here. Very childish in my opinion but what can I say? I Didn't face him either.â you explained and pietra frowned her eyebrows.
âYou need to talk honey. You need to tell himâ she said, sobbing in your arms. You pressed your lips together looking outside through the glass door straight to lando seriously talking to max.
(...)
After the worst and most traumatic hang around with Max and Pietra - the cookies were great by the way - Lando offered to give you a ride and you said yes. Probably the worst decision of your life because the tensi could be cut by a knife and it was hard to breathe of how dense the air was inside the car. His radio was playing Jmaes Blunt âyouâre beautiful". It was one of your favorite songs. How pretty was to you to enamour someone just by existing in the subway going to work or going back from university. You just romanticized that idea. You started mumbling the lyrics in a whisper just to not disrupt his comfort. But after a few seconds he turned off the radio and you looked at him weirded out.
âI can't do this anymore,â he said, parking his car on the side of the road. Anxiety kicked you. You licked your lips looking at your hands and he was just starting to nowhere outside his car window.
âI really like you y/n. I am in love with you in fact. And dim so stupid i realized about it when i saw you with Franco kissing. His hands touching you grossed me out. It felt wrong because that should've been me - not himâ he finally looked at you. What he just said took you by surprise and you wanted to cry but holded inside. You looked back at him. The knot in your throat was unbearable.
âWe are idiots,â you said, remembering what Max said to you a couple of months ago.âBecause I'm in love with you. I was too afraid to tell you and ruin what he had. Losing you terrifies me. And to be honest I just thought you wouldn't even look at me that way. I never felt pretty enough for you, I don't know whyâ when he heard you say that last sentence his heart sank.
âI always felt you were out of my league to be honest. Please, y/n, you're gorgeous, and funny as fuck, and intelligent, and sweet and such a great person. You're almost perfect. Don't ever talk about you like that. I'm just an idiot. A normal stupid ass dude. Don't compare yourself like that ever againâ he said feeling a little guilty for you to feel that way even though it was not his fault.
You gave him a soft smile nodding.âyou know? I can't believe every single friend of yours told me for months that you liked me and I just couldn't believe it. How dumb I gotta be. So I'll fight the intelligent compliment of yoursâ you said, making him laugh.
âBut let's be honest, who thinks straight when they are in love?â he said with the most precious smile and sparkly eyes looking at you so fondly. You knew you had heart eyes in your eyes.
âFair pointâ you said, smiling widely. And you giggled out of nervousness. He did too.
Two kids in love. You dreamed about this day for so many years. You just hoped that it wasn't another dream because it felt like one. And without asking, Lando took you out of your self doubt and inner conversion pressing his lips into yours in the most felt kiss you have ever given. The man that you are Lando norris. You cupped his face on your hands making the kiss more intimate and passionate. A kiss you two wanted to give for so long. You said everything in that kiss. You just knew this was it. This was the start of the most exciting and magical love story. And it was yours.
It was him. It has always been him. Lando. Your best friend. Him and no one else by your side.
(...)
Your eyes filled with tears of joy. You were at the wedding of one of your best friends: max verstappen. Lando was holding your hand gently and so dearly. They were speaking their vows and everything was so emotional. You were such a sensitive soul. Lando loved that about you. So pure in emotions. So vulnerable yet so strong and brave. That was you and watching the isle,he knew it was you who was gonna be there with him when the moment came around. The bride kissed the man and you two cheered the new wife and husband of the group. You looked at Lando for a moment knowing he was the love of your life and it was gonna be you two there one day.
What you did not expect was to take in your own hands the wifeâs bouquet announcing you were next in line to get married. Youcelebrated in happiness and laughter around your friends and Lando. You kissed him so fondly.
âI love you bestieâ you said between his lips grabbing him by the neck, the bouquet in one of your hands.
âI love you bestie, foreverâ he said with heart eyes hugging you looking at you with love in every fiber of his body.
âForever and alwaysâ you assured him.
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Pairing: Jack Hughes x Gossip Blogger! Reader
Part 1
a:n The way I find myself digging for the perfect chapter gif only to scroll for five minutes and save my favorites is so embarrassing. I'm gonna need his girlfriend to hand over that game card... anyway hope u like this chapter.
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HOCKEY HEARTBREAK: THE REAL REASON BEHIND THE HUGHES-DEGREGIO SPLIT
Posted by Y/N @ The Daily Whisper | 11:42 PM
Settle in, Whisper Warriors, because do I have some piping hot tea for you tonight.
You know those moments when the universe just hands you the story of the year? Well, last Saturday at Vibe, somewhere between my second cosmopolitan and watching Matt Rempe fail at dancing (yes, that's tea for another day), I quite literally bumped into none other than Serena DeGregio. And let me tell you, after a few shots of liquid courage, Hollywood's newest "it girl" was ready to spill everything about her recent split from hockey's favorite bad boy, Jack Hughes.
Now, we've all seen the headlines: "Hockey Heartthrob and Rising Star Call It Quits." But the real story? It's juicier than your mom's Thanksgiving turkey.
According to Serena, our beloved hockey star couldn't handle being the second name in the relationship. While she was booking Netflix specials and selling out concert venues, Jack was sidelined with a shoulder injury that kept him off the ice for three months. And apparently, watching your girlfriend's face on every billboard in Times Square does things to a man's ego.
"He's still stuck in that high school hockey star mentality," Serena told me, twirling the olive in her martini. "You know the type â peaked at eighteen, never had to grow up because everything came easy."
But here's where I have to play devil's advocate (and maybe it's because I've seen those ice-blue eyes up close at press events). Having covered Jack's career since his rookie year, there's more to him than Serena's bitter pill would have you swallow. This is the same guy who started a youth hockey program in underprivileged neighborhoods. The same player who spent his injury rehab volunteering at children's hospitals. And let's be real â anyone who's seen him handle a puck knows he definitely hasn't peaked.
Maybe it's the journalist in me, but something about this story feels... incomplete. There's always two sides to every breakup, isn't there?
Update coming soon... if I can track down Mr. Hughes for his side of the story đ
...
Y/N stretched back in her purple velvet office chair, admiring her latest post on the screen. Her "lair," as she liked to call it, was her happy place â fairy lights twinkling across the ceiling, framed magazine covers featuring her biggest stories adorning the coral-painted walls, and her trusty mini-fridge humming softly in the corner, stocked with Diet Coke and chocolate-covered almonds.
The story was already gaining traction, comments pinging faster than she could read them. Her phone buzzed â Alyssa's face lighting up the screen. Y/N smiled, knowing her best friend had probably already devoured every word. As the head of corporate sponsorships at Manhattan's largest sports marketing firm, Alyssa always had the best insider information â and opinions to match.
"Y/N! Have you lost your mind?" Alyssa didn't even wait for a hello. "That post about Jack and Serena is everywhere! My entire office is buzzing about it. The PR team for the Rangers is having a field day."
"Good evening to you too, bestie." Y/N spun lazily in her chair, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips.
"Never mind pleasantries. I have information that's going to make your next post even bigger." Y/N could hear the smile in her voice. "You know that charity gala at The Plaza next weekend? The one my firm is coordinating with?"
Y/N threw her head back and groaned dramatically. The motion made her neck crack, and she absently rubbed it while whining, "Don't rub it in. I've been trying to get press credentials for weeks. Even my usual connections couldn't get me in."
"Well, guess who's not only attending but is being honored for his youth hockey program?"
Y/N shot forward so fast her chair rolled back and hit the wall, rattling her framed cover of Time Magazine. "Jack Hughes."
"Bingo. And since I'm basically running the whole event..." Alyssa paused for dramatic effect. "I happen to have an extra ticket with your name on it. Perks of being best friends with someone who has to make sure all the corporate sponsors play nice with their hockey darlings."
"Shut up!" Y/N leaped out of her chair, nearly tripping over her discarded shoes in excitement. She caught herself on the edge of her desk, sending a stack of press releases flying. "Alyssa Martinez, you beautiful genius! How did you swing that?"
"Let's just say I convinced the foundation board that having an influential blogger there would be good publicity for their youth programs." Alyssa's voice took on a more serious tone. "Though after this post, I might have some explaining to do. You better make this worth it."
Y/N's heart raced as she glanced at her blog post still glowing on the screen, her mind already spinning with possibilities. "Trust me, this is going to be the story of the year."
"I'm counting on it. My reputation is on the line here too, you know. These athletes might be my clients, but you're my best friend. Don't make me regret mixing the two."
"Have I ever let you down before?" Y/N was already opening her notes app, fingers flying across the keyboard.
"There's a first time for everything," Alyssa teased. "So, are you ready to get the other side of the story?"
...
One Week Later
Y/N stood before her full-length mirror, smoothing down the silk of her black dress. Beside her, Alyssa was applying a final coat of mascara, her own black dress a perfect complement with its off-shoulder design.
"Stop overthinking it," Alyssa said, catching Y/N's distant expression in the mirror. "I can literally see the gears turning in your head."
Y/N sighed, fiddling with her delicate silver necklace. The blog post about Jack and Serena had exploded over the past week, becoming her most viral story to date. But something about it had been nagging at her, keeping her up at night as she replayed Serena's words in her mind.
"It's just..." Y/N paused, carefully considering her words. "What if we got it wrong? What if Serena isn't the victim she's making herself out to be?"
Alyssa raised an eyebrow. "Since when do you second-guess a source?"
"Since something doesn't add up." Y/N moved to her vanity, pretending to touch up her subtle smoky eye while her thoughts raced. "I've been doing some digging. Every charity event, every hospital visit, every youth program â Jack Hughes doesn't publicize any of it. His team's PR doesn't even push it. What kind of attention-seeking bad boy does good deeds and keeps them quiet?"
"So you think Serena's lying?"
"I think..." Y/N turned to face her friend, determination settling over her features. "I think she's a scorned ex trying to control the narrative. And maybe... maybe I helped her do it."
Alyssa's lips curved into a knowing smile. "And this sudden crisis of conscience has nothing to do with those ice-blue eyes you mentioned in your post?"
"This isn't about that," Y/N protested, but she could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. "This is about the truth. The real story." She grabbed her clutch, checking one last time that her phone and recorder were inside. "Every good journalist knows there are two sides to every story. It's time I found out his."
"Well then," Alyssa linked their arms together, leading them toward the door. "Let's go get your story, Lois Lane."
As they stepped into the waiting car, Y/N's mind was already racing with possibilities. She'd built her career on exposing the truth, even when it wasn't pretty. But tonight felt different. Tonight, she wasn't just chasing a story â she was chasing redemption. And maybe, just maybe, she'd find out who the real Jack Hughes was in the process.
The Plaza Hotel beckoned in the distance, its lights twinkling against the Manhattan skyline like a beacon. Y/N took a deep breath, steeling herself for what was to come. Bad boy or misunderstood hero, she was going to find out the truth â even if it meant admitting she got it wrong the first time.
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Jack's pov
Jack's knee wouldn't stop bouncing under the pristine white tablecloth, making the water in his parents' glasses ripple like tiny earthquakes. Luke, ever the annoying little brother, flicked his ear.
"Dude, you're making the whole table shake. What's got you so worked up?" Luke's grin was nothing short of devilish. "Could it be a certain viral blog post about your 'high school mentality'?"
Jack pinched the sensitive spot under Luke's bicep, earning a satisfying yelp. "Shut up, man. At least I didn't trip over my own skates at practice yesterday."
"Boys," Ellen Hughes' warning tone cut through their bickering. She smoothed her navy dress with one hand while giving them both the look â the one that had stopped many locker room fights in their youth. "You're at a charity gala, not the rink. Act like grown men, please?"
"Yes, Mom," they chorused in unison, sharing a quick grin that made their father Jim chuckle behind his menu.
Jack let out a heavy breath, tugging at his bow tie. It felt too tight, like everything else lately â the press, the expectations, the endless questions about Serena. His leg started bouncing again.
"That's it." He pushed back from the table, his chair scraping against the floor. "I need a drink."
"Water," his mother called after him. "You have a speech to give!"
Jack waved in acknowledgment, weaving through the sea of evening gowns and tuxedos. His shoulder twinged â phantom pain from the injury that had started this whole mess. Or maybe it was just his body's reaction to stress. The blog post had been everywhere this week, his phone blowing up with messages from teammates asking if he'd seen it.
He had. Multiple times. Each read made him want to throw his phone into the Hudson.
Reaching the bar, he slumped against the polished marble, pressing his forehead to the cool surface for just a moment. "Water, please," he groaned to the bartender. "Still, not sparkling."
"Trouble in paradise?"
The voice was unfamiliar, tinged with curiosity and something else he couldn't quite place. Jack lifted his head to find a woman in a black dress perched on the barstool next to him, stirring what looked like a cosmopolitan with delicate fingers. She wasn't looking at him directly, but he could see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of her mouth.
Before he could respond, a flash of red appeared in his peripheral vision, and he had to fight the urge to groan out loud.
"Jackie!" The voice was unmistakable â Rebekah Chen, Page Six's most persistent reporter. Her red dress matched her lipstick, both as bold as her personality. She latched onto his arm like a barnacle, fake nails digging into his jacket. "I've been trying to reach you all week!"
Jack threw his head back, closing his eyes as if that might make her disappear. "Not today, Rebekah," he muttered, feeling every muscle in his jaw tense. His hand curled around the water glass the bartender had just set down, knuckles white.
"Oh, come on!" She pressed closer, her voice dropping to what she probably thought was a seductive whisper. "Just a few questions. I can help you clear the air about that nasty blog post. Make that gossip guru eat her words." She batted her eyelashes. "All I need is a teensy exclusive about what really happened with Serena."
Jack's laugh was hollow as he extracted his arm from her grip. "Right, because that worked out so well the last time." He took a long drink of water, adam's apple bobbing as he tried to maintain his composure. "No comment, Rebekah. Same as yesterday, and the day before that, andâ"
"But Jackieâ"
"Not happening." Jack's voice was firm as steel. "There's nothing to say, Rebekah. Not to you, not to anyone."
Rebekah huffed, her red lips turning down into a pout. She opened her mouth to protest again, but something in Jack's expression must have finally gotten through. With a dramatic sigh and flip of her hair, she clicked away on her stilettos, no doubt in search of easier prey.
Jack's shoulders dropped as tension bled out of them. He turned back to the bar, catching the mystery woman in black watching him in the mirror behind the bottles. When their eyes met, she didn't look away.
"That happen often?" she asked, taking a slow sip of her cosmopolitan.
Jack let out a dry laugh, running a hand through his carefully styled hair. "More than I'd like. Apparently, 'no comment' is journalist-speak for 'try harder.'" He paused, studying her reflection. "Though you don't seem like the pushy type."
"Maybe I'm just better at playing the long game." The corner of her mouth quirked up, and she turned to face him properly. "Besides, the real story usually isn't found in ambushing someone at a bar."
"Exactly." He found himself leaning against the bar, angling toward her. There was something about her that made him want to keep talking. "Like this blog post that went viral this week. Everyone's got an opinion about who I am, what I did wrong, butâ" He stopped himself, shaking his head. "Sorry, you probably haven't even seen it."
She hummed noncommittally, that almost-smile playing on her lips again. "I might have caught it. Though I tend to be more interested in the stories that don't make headlines."
"Like what?"
"Like why a professional hockey player spends his injury rehab teaching kids to skate in Harlem instead of lounging on some beach somewhere."
Jack blinked, caught off guard. He'd been careful about keeping that quiet. "How did youâ"
"Just someone who pays attention," she said, gathering her clutch. "The real story isn't always the loudest one, is it?"
Before Jack could process what she meant, Luke's voice carried across the room. "Jack! Mom says get back here. Speech time!"
The woman in black slid off her barstool with practiced grace. "Sounds like you're needed elsewhere."
"Wait," Jack said, suddenly not wanting her to disappear into the crowd. "I didn't catch your name."
"Y/N," she offered, and for a moment, her smile was full and genuine. "Good luck with your speech, Jack.â
She moved past him, the subtle scent of her perfume lingering. Jack found himself watching her weave through the crowd, his mind replaying their conversation. There had been something different about her â the way she'd asked questions without really asking them, how she'd known about his volunteer work but hadn't tried to use it against him like Rebekah would have.
"Dude." Luke appeared at his elbow, poking him in the ribs. "Stop staring into space. Mom's going to kill us both if you're late for your own award."
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming." Jack followed his brother back to their table, but his eyes kept scanning the crowd. He spotted her finally, sliding into a seat near the back beside another woman in black. As if sensing his gaze, she glanced up, raising her cosmopolitan in a small salute.
For the first time in weeks, Jack felt himself genuinely smile.
...
"...and with your continued support, we can make sure every kid who wants to play hockey has that chance, regardless of their circumstances. Thank you."
The ballroom erupted in applause. Jack's shoulders relaxed slightly â public speaking had never been his favorite part of the job, but at least this speech was about something that mattered.
Near the back of the room, Y/N leaned toward Alyssa. "We should go," she whispered, gathering her clutch. "We're not gonna get anything else tonight."
Alyssa nodded, already standing. "At least the champagne was good."
They slipped out as the crowd continued clapping, their heels clicking against the marble floors of The Plaza's ornate lobby. Y/N's mind was already spinning with how she'd write this up â not the puff piece everyone would expect, but something different. Something true.
"Y/N!"
The call echoed through the lobby, making her freeze mid-step. That voice â she'd just been listening to it give a speech about youth hockey programs and second chances.
She turned slowly, Alyssa's hand gripping her arm in surprise. Jack Hughes was jogging toward them, bow tie slightly askew, still slightly breathless from his speech. His hair was ruffled like he'd been running his hands through it, and there was a slight flush to his cheeks that hadn't been there at the bar.
"Iâ" he started, then seemed to realize he was still slightly out of breath. His hand came up to rest gently on her bare arm, the touch surprisingly warm. "Hey."
Y/N's eyebrows rose. "Hey yourself. Shouldn't you be back there accepting congratulations?"
He waved his free hand dismissively, though he didn't move the one on her arm. "They'll survive without me for a few minutes." His ice-blue eyes darted between her and Alyssa, a mix of nervousness and determination crossing his features. "You should come out with us. Both of you," he added quickly, offering Alyssa a genuine smile. "My teammates are headed to this bar just down the street. Nothing fancy, just... drinks. And conversation."
The way he said 'conversation' made Y/N's pulse quicken. There was weight behind it, meaning she couldn't quite decipher.
"I don't know," she started, but Alyssa cut her off.
"We'd love to," her supposed best friend said, ignoring Y/N's sharp look. "Lead the way, Hughes."
Jack's face broke into a grin that transformed his entire appearance. Gone was the serious hockey player from the podium, replaced by something younger, lighter. "Great! I just need to grab Luke and dodge my parents." He squeezed Y/N's arm gently before letting go. "Don't leave, okay? Five minutes, tops."
He was already backing away, that grin still in place. "Wait for me," he called out, just before turning.
Y/N waited until he was out of earshot before turning to Alyssa. "What are you doing?"
"Getting you the real story," Alyssa smirked, already typing on her phone. "Isn't that what you wanted?"
Y/N opened her mouth to argue, then closed it. She thought about Jack's smile, the warmth of his hand on her arm, the way he'd said 'conversation' like he was offering something more than just drinks and small talk.
"Five minutes," she conceded, trying not to smile at Alyssa's triumphant expression. "But if this backfires, I'm blaming you."
"Honey," Alyssa linked their arms, steering them toward the bar's entrance. "Something tells me this is going to be the best story you've ever written."
...
The bass thrummed through Y/N's bones as they approached the club, the line wrapping around the building like a snake. Jack stayed close to her side, his presence warm and solid as they bypassed the queue entirely.
"Mr. Hughes," the security guard nodded, unhooking the velvet rope without hesitation. "Welcome back."
Inside, bodies packed the dance floor, but Jack navigated them through the crowd with practiced ease. His hand ghosted over Y/N's lower back, guiding her through the maze of people until they reached a raised section cordoned off with another rope. Several men Y/N recognized from hockey highlights were sprawled across the plush booths, drinks already flowing.
"Look who finally made it!" Luke called out, now free of his bow tie and jacket. "We were starting to think Mom trapped you in conversation with the Vanderbilts again."
"Barely escaped," Jack laughed, helping Y/N up the small steps before following. "Everyone, this is Y/N and Alyssa."
The team welcomed them warmly, shuffling to make space. Y/N found herself wedged between Jack and the booth's arm, hyperaware of every point where their bodies touched. Her notebook felt like it was burning a hole in her clutch.
"I'm telling you," one of the players â Miller, according to his heated gesture at his teammate â was saying, "game seven, '94 Finals. Best hockey game ever played."
"You weren't even born yet!" Another player â Thompson â argued back. "2010 Olympics, Canada versus USA. That's peak hockey right there."
"You're both wrong," Luke interjected, leaning forward. "2018 World Juniors, outdoor game. Nothing beats playing in actual snow."
"That's because you scored the winning goal, you biased little shit," Jack laughed, his arm sliding naturally along the booth behind Y/N. The movement brought him closer, his cologne mixing with the lingering scent of his aftershave.
"What about you?" he asked, turning those blue eyes on her. "You follow hockey long?"
"My dad used to play," she found herself saying truthfully. "Nothing professional, just beer league, but he loved it. Taught me to skate before I could walk."
Something in Jack's expression softened. "Mine too. Well, him and my mom..." He shifted, angling toward her more fully. "It's different now though, isn't it? The pressure. Everyone watching, waiting for you to mess up. Luke and Quinn, they get it, but we're barely home at the same time anymore. Summer's all we got, really. And even then..." He trailed off, vulnerability flickering across his features in the dim light.
Y/N's chest tightened. This wasn't the cocky player from the tabloids or the bitter ex-boyfriend from Serena's story. This was just... Jack. Raw and real and trusting her with pieces of himself she had no right to.
"I need a drink," she blurted, already sliding out of the booth. "Excuse me."
She practically fled to the bar, gripping the edge of it when she reached it. "Whiskey sour," she managed when the bartender looked her way. "Strong."
"Oh my god, Y/N!"
She turned to find Rebekah Chen stumbling slightly, clearly several drinks in. Her red dress was slightly askew, her lipstick smudged at one corner.
"Is Jack here?!" Rebekah's voice pitched high with excitement.
"No," Y/N said firmly, accepting her drink from the bartender. "He's not."
"Ugh." Rebekah deflated, then perked up again almost instantly. "But oh my god, you'll never believe what Serena told me about him." She leaned in conspiratorially, alcohol heavy on her breath. "He's a total player. Like, major cheater. She said he was always sliding into girls' DMs when they were together, coming to places like this..." She gestured around the club. "Getting with random girls behind her back."
Y/N's eyes widened despite herself. The Jack she'd just left didn't seem capable of that kind of betrayal, but...
"Yeah!" Rebekah pressed on, encouraged by Y/N's reaction. "Serena has receipts too. Screenshots, dates, everything. She's just waiting for the right moment to release them." She swayed slightly. "Guess the golden boy isn't so golden after all, right?"
Y/N's drink suddenly felt heavy in her hand. Behind her, she could hear Jack's laugh carrying over the music, warm and genuine. She thought about how carefully he'd helped her through the crowd, how softly he'd spoken about his brothers.
How absolutely screwed she was if she was starting to believe in him.
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you say "i love you" first
ft: zoro, sanji, robin, ace, and shanks
gn!reader (minus zoro, sorry), mostly fluff, mostly sfw (shanks is a little bit explicit)
a/n: i just think this is cute idk
zoro
you say it first and he kisses you instead of saying it back, that leads somewhere and heâs more tender than usual and you know that is him saying âi love you tooâ finally says it back after several days when youâre alone and he mumbles it, you arenât sure that you heard him so you ask him what and he comes and whispers in your ear âi said, i love you, womanâ don't expect him to say it often though, the words from him are rare, no matter how many times you tell him that you love him. instead, zoro shows his love in his actions, one time he pulled out your chair for you at dinner and didn't say anything about it (was kinda awkward with it tbh), but the rest of the crew poked fun at him. he somehow always knows when there is something wrong with you, and although not the most emotionally aware he will listen to any of your problems as you talk through your emotions
sanji
he has definitely said it way too early in the relationship, said it a bunch then as you got serious he slowly stopped saying it bc now the words meant more/had more weight and he didn't want to scare you off when you do say it, immediate nose bleed, nearly cries, says it back right away. now that you said it this man is going to make declarations of love at least once a day, somehow he never repeats himself. would probably scream it from the mountain tops if he could tbfh
robin
sheâs really confused, not that she doesnât love you back but more in the âhow could anyone love meâ type of way. she remains speechless for far longer than you would like, when she does speak again it's to tell you that she isn't quite ready to say it back. naturally, you're devastated by this and you start to distance yourself a bit. that ends up being what she needed to admit her feelings. she probably tries her best to make some romantic gesture maybe just flowers or maybe she gets sanji (ever the simp) to make your favorite dinner. she's the type to be real quiet about her love, not to say that her love for you is unnoticed by outsiders, but she is not going out of her way to make it known like sanji
ace
you guys say it at the exact same time both of you are like awesome. he says it at the most random times, sometimes walking up to you while you are in a conversation to whisper "i love you" in your ear. he adores the way that those words always bring a massive smile to your face he's still a little insecure about himself, but each time you tell him you love him he starts to get more and more confident. he starts to become attached to your side (gets made fun of for it but he doesn't care), not that he wasn't before, but this was more
shanks
takes a while for feelings to develop beyond sexual (you both went in thinking it was just a hookup and that it was all it would ever be) it starts to become clearer that you both are in too deep. neither of you want to ruin what you have so you stay silent about it for far too long once, after you had sex, you bring yourself to admit it, completely out of breath. heâs lowkey stunned, doesnât really know what to say, says âthank you dollâ of course you get mad and heâs like âwhat i just said thank you, you know i love you tooâ and youâre like "i mean i figured but it wouldâve been nice to hear đ" never being bothered by pda, he starts to become more brazen in his displays of affection, sometimes catching you as you walk by to pull you into his lap, regardless of who is around
#one piece x reader#one piece x you#gn reader#zoro x reader#sanji x reader#nico robin x reader#shanks x reader#ace x reader#portgas d ace#roronoa zoro#zoro#black leg sanji#sanji#shanks#one piece#one piece headcanons
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only us who knows - leehan
synopsis: you havent seen your boyfriend, leehan, in a while so you decided to surprise him in his fansign and he tries his best not to be obvious infront of everyone else
got inspired from this leehan vid
warnings: secret relationship, fluff, idol!leehan x non-idol!reader
wc: 781
more under the cut!
video calls and late-night messages were never quite enough. nothing could ever be as great as having your boyfriend beside you; itâs been two months since you last saw each other. your heart has been torn between the joy of his success and the loneliness of his absence over the months apart, and the pain has been constant. despite all, your love remained the same.
but tonight, you are now standing in line for their fan sign in japan. you had to fly over for a few hours just to see him again, and leehan knows nothing about it. youâre standing there like everyone else, your hands sweaty, your heart racing, even though you've touched his hand a hundred times. seeing him welcome each fan with that bright smile you know so well makes it feel unreal, like a strange combination of tension and excitement. if feels weird to be here, publicly supporting him like everyone else, even though you've been keeping your relationship with him a secret.
with each step, the line moves closer, and your heart beats more loudly. in the hopes that he won't notice you until the last minute, you keep your head down. you can already imagine his reaction: his breathless laughter, his wide-eyed shock, and his usual way of reaching for your hand, as though he finds it hard to believe you're real.
taesan was seated first, followed by sungho, jaehyun, riwoo, leehan, and then woonhak. right before it was your turn to interact with jaehyun, leehanâs eyes found yours across the room, and his face broke into the most genuine, unguarded smile, the kind he usually saves just for you. you could tell that he could not contain his excitement anymore and he started finding it hard to focus on the fan in front of him. he tried to contain it, molding his features into a more controlled smile, but you could see the sparkle in his eyes, the barely-contained excitement. leehan canât hide it from you, not even if he tried.
and then, itâs your turn.
leehanâs face breaks into a more radiant smile, and he practically bounces in his chair. you furrow your eyebrows worriedly and your eyes try to tell him not to be so obvious. he clears his throat and says in his usual fan sign tone, âthank you for coming to see me.â but, his voice has a warmth and tenderness meant for you, and his eyes tell a different story, hinting at all the words he canât say here. the two of you softly chuckles. he squeezes your hand, his thumb grazing your fingers in a way that, after all this time away, feels both exhilarating and natural. âi couldnât wait any longer.â you said.
he kept squeezing your hand gently, as if to say âiâve missed you, too.â
but he breathes, almost like a whisper, âi missed you.â and you become wary of your surroundings, worried someone must have heard him because leehan was not bothered to be worrying about anyone hearing what he just said. because to be honest, he will scream how much he misses you in front of everyone else if he could. he then slides his other hand under the table, giving your knee a reassuring squeeze.
his eyes hold yours, and then his look fell into every feature you have on your face, glistening with that comforting warmth, and you know heâs struggling to hold back. âcanât i just stand there and hug you? i donât think holding hands is enough.â
his eyes lingered on your lips.
one thing about leehan when heâs restrained from doing something he wants, he becomes insufferable. âcareful, a lot of people are watching.â you whisper, trying to remind him of where you both are. he tries to regain his composure but canât help but lean in a little closer than necessary. he laughs softly and shakes his head, his eyes dancing with mischief. "you make it hard for me to be professional."
right when the staff asks you itâs almost time to move, leehanâs touch which was once so subtle now felt like he didnât want to let go. the warmth in his eyes is becoming unmistakable and the fans are starting to notice. before youâre ushered to move along, he scribbles something on one of the pages in the album. even as you walk away, you feel his gaze following you and then he mouths something only you could understand and feel.
âi love you.â
after you are done with the fan sign, you flip through the pages of the album and see his writing: letâs meet at our hotel later. itâs my turn to surprise you.
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#boynextdoor#boynextdoor imagines#leehan#boynextdoor x reader#kim donghyun#leehan x reader#boynextdoor fluff#leehan fluff#bnd leehan#boynextdoor leehan#bnd fluff#kim leehan#leehan scenarios#leehan fic#boynextdoor fic
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fuck this shit
have my voice of the broken
and please ignore how elementary my art looks
it's not the full design unfortunately, but a little guy is a little guy, I hope. + the original pencil-and-paper lineart.
now I was gonna go by a specific order, like starting from voice of the hero and all, but broken just resonated with me too much and I thought we could make a pretty neat design out of him so there we have it.
okay I have quite a bit to say about him
come on, the fact that he's the most like me out of all the stp voices surely says something. tower route isn't exactly how my very first playthrough went, true, but once she beat the ever loving crud out of me and the rest of the route unfolded
I had to do a double take he's so real wtf
everything Broken says is something that has definitely passed through my mind at some point or another, especially when it came to a few relationships of mine. the way he just defaults to surrendering. taking the easy way out, the ONLY way out, which is in fact only digging yourself deeper into the problem. somewhere in your subconscious, maybe you know this. but what other choice do you have? she's above you in every way possible. don't you want to please her? isn't this how it's all supposed to go? and, besides, you don't want to taste the alternative.
defiance can't be an option anymore. it's a path fraught with danger and fear and the Broken is blindly submissive because it's the only thing he can be. he can't let himself think like a person or feel like a person or even be a person anymore if it's all just going to get taken away from him.
maybe he's bitter. maybe he hates the world. maybe he wants to let himself feel something that's not simply her, and her, and her.
but it's too risky, too dangerous. and it's so much 'easier' to just...not. just do what she asks, because there's a course of action put before you, and you won't be hurt if you do what she says. and you don't want to be hurt. and everything she's already doing to hurt you is so much better than everything she CAN do if you defy her.
and she loves you. in this twisted, unbalanced, unfair way of hers, she loves you. call it love because you don't want to know what else it can be.
you hate this love. it suffocates you. it drowns you. it seeks out the cracks in your soul. it enters them. it expands them. but it's the only thing left in there anymore.
it may look like a choice when you reciprocate it in the same unjust way. it's turned against you and you're just blocking off your escape, that's what they see. but what does the Broken see? safety. protection. an escape from whatever she can and has thrown upon you if you don't.
you can have "whatever you want" at the cost of a "you."
I feel so bad for him, but I can't help but feel that I...am him. Just 'choosing' to submit and keel over and accept your comfortable little prison is kind of real. It's 'choosing' safety and sloth at the cost of my autonomy, but since when had it even been a choice? external circumstances nudge you towards a corner. your own willpower, or rather lack thereof, backs you further into that corner. the Broken is too familiar.
and yet the way he always makes it a point to hear others out. he empathizes. he soothes. because he doesn't want them to be Broken like he is, or rather, he's the only other one who's just as Broken and he knows how much it sucks. to be at war with yourself all the time yet you yourself are stuck and stagnant and unmoving in everything you know you hate as much as you try to pretend you love. everything you do, every second you live, as wrong as it always feels. he wishes for a choice where he has never had one himself and he can, in a way, live that choice through others.
maybe I'm just projecting idk
fyi there's a reason I gave him that particular hairstyle. it's tied together and weighed down with two teardrop-shaped ornaments. like how he's so restricted and it's heavy, it's so heavy, being sad all the time is a bitch and you can only be tired. yet the braids are still ornate. still straight and silky smooth, still beautiful. but what then? and what if a few strands threaten to escape? it means nothing, it's still what it is. helplessly fixed in place, but who would think about it.
#stp#slay the princess#voice of the broken#vot broken#slay the princess fanart#stp voices#stp textpost#stp analysis
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im so glad that we never get a clear picture of sophieâs background in leverage & i hope we never do. however i also really like making up various, often conflicting backstories for her in my head. perhaps theyâre all backstories for an alias of hers, ones she laid to rest back in season two.
#leverageposting#leverage#sophie devereaux#particularly that one of or both her parents had to move around a lot for work & so she would change herself to fit in at every new school#or new town etc etc. and that whatever original identity she had was dropped due to some kind of really awful event and her bio family think#sheâs dead. eg she got into some kind of extreme legal trouble for the first time & she faked her death & everyone she knew as a kid thinks#sheâs dead too. like. astrid wasnât the first person she left to miss/mourn her.#but also that she was a teen runaway at like age ~16 and pretended to be an adult (like. 18/19) cause theres not much you can do by yourself#as a minor like booking flights or renting an apartment. and so began her first proper alias. and she was a pickpocket until she could fund#her life fully through grifting & cons.#or alternatively her parents died when she was a teen & she was old enough to become an emancipated minor (everyone in lev is an orphan)#and she kind of just fell into crime from there bc she had no one#or perhaps she got married at 17 and realised how fucked it all was and stashed money until she could run away & leave it all behind. thatâs#bc of a single vague sentence on john rogersâ blog saying she was married at 17 and in context it was quite possibly a joke or random#hypothetical example but i was like what if???? What If???????#i also like the hc that sheâs trans which iâve seen a few times#in some versions in my mind her parents were okay and in some versions they were awful and in some versions it was so complicated.#i think tara has heard one story and parker or hardison have heard another and nate has never heard any story. heâs never asked.#she is here now and thatâs all that needs knowing. and sophie devereaux is her real name in any way it matters.#eliot has also never asked and she asked if he was curious once and he just asked if she was curious about What He Did and that was answer#enough for the both of them. just a mutual agreement not to ask and it actually solidified their bond.#i think she struggled for a long time about whether to tell her new family The Real Story but in much the same way we never hear her birth#name bc itâs not Her anymore⊠she never gives The Real Story. bc it no longer defines who she is. sheâs so much more than whatever happened.#lvg
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I like the headcannons that chilidogs are Tails' comfort food and that Sonic used to play on his guitar to cheer him up during thunderstorms â so may I bring you that the sound of the acoustic guitar is Tails comfort music of sorts.
Since it was always comfort that playing it was trying to achieve in the first place anyway, it stayed with him.
#sonic the hedgehog#He sometimes tries to put on those acoustic guitar playlists to relax#but it's never quite the same as when he hears it in real time from his brother#he's too proud and ''old'' for sonic to play him lullabies now#but he sometimes wished he wasn't#sonic and tails#so he saves those little rare moments where Sonic takes out the guitar of his own volition and plays randomly#wholesome sonic and tails wednesday#wsatw#tails the fox#miles tails prower#silly brainworms
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uzui could fuck you to sleep and awake all in one night if he really wanted to. he put that dick down so well that it had you gasping for air like you went out for a ten-minute swim. you would think that having four wives would tire him out, exhaust him, and put him in hibernation for the next two weeks, but it did quite the opposite.
every time he would come see you, his eyes would sparkle right before fucking you crazy. he loved you so much it was almost indescribable, but a close second to loving you so much, he could hear his heart beat in his ears whenever he looked at you. he loved fucking you. there was something about how you felt that made him lose his sanity, and he just couldn't stop. the feeling of your pussy clenched around him had his cum leaking inside of you with every stroke.
foursomes were a no-go with you; he didn't even harp on it for a second longer; he wanted to give you and your body his undivided attention; he made love to your body and couldn't have any distractions when doing so. licking all on you, telling you how pretty you were when you took his dick, giving you hickies from your neck to your pussy, he was true to this, not new to this.
he made sure to take his time with you, one leg on his shoulder and his hand holding the other one up as he fucked you deep and slow, his hair down and a few strands sticking to his forehead, his hair swinging in and out of his view, but his eyes never left your faceâthe face that made his dick rock hard and made him want to put a baby in you.Â
uzui wanted you badly, and not even he knew every single reason why, but his heart didn't lie. every time he was making his way back to see you, his heart skipped a beat, and his dick got hard; he couldn't help it even if he tried. he didn't want to play favorites, but it was looking that way when he did threesomes with everyone else but made one-on-one time to fuck you till the sheets were damp and your eyes were filled with tears.
groaning and whimpering every time he got the chance to be inside of you again, taking big gulps every time he pushed into your sweet spot, and watching you jump and squirm when he pushed and applied pressure on it without letting up.Â
no one could compare to the way you felt and tasted; it was like eating a fruit that no one else could have; it tasted and felt different inside of his mouth, and he was going to let it be known. he didn't care who was saying what because all he could think about was you; all he ever wanted to be was around you.Â
he never felt bad about giving you more attention because you lived alone while he lived with three other women, so in his mind, even though he was paying your rent, buying your groceries', and giving you his card, he just had to give you ten times more attention. that was man's logic.
or that was just the excuse he gave himself every time he found himself in you for the fifth time in the same day, with his hands on your hips pushing into you and kissing down the back of your neck, leaving his marks.
he was indeed picking favorites, but let's be realâwho isn't picking you?
#demon slayer#demon slayer tengen#tengen x reader#tengen uzui#demon slayer uzui#uzui smut#smut uzui#tengen smut
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we never talk about it â op81
genre: humor, angst, yearning, massive crushes, and lots and lots of miscommunication, assistant!reader
word count: 11k
It's unwiseâlonging for someone like Oscar. While he's the epitome of someone anyone can easily fall in love with, you're the epitome of a devoted girl who will fall in love with him. You might not even care too much about all the heartbreak you endure along the way.
inspired by this !
cherry here!... based on real events.
Do you remember the day we first met?
The wind doesnât do its job in blocking him out, the way you prayed and wished it would. Youâre still able to catch the crack in his voiceâa distant reminder of the way it once made you giggle. Even his nose is beet red, matching the Christmas lights. But apart from all that, you still hear him. You still see him.Â
You always have.
âA little bit. Yeah.â
He flinches, then tries to play it off with a soft smile. Like he doesnât want you to uncover the slight hurt he feels. But he canât read your mind. He never could. And that was the problem.
Oscar nods, feigning indifference. âI do. Remember it all, I mean. Think back to it quite often."
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Itâs utterly useless to try and ignore him, really.
His hair is too fluffy, his eyes are too bright, and his accent is making you want to flaunt the way some loony character would with a hand over their heart. It was honestly a tad bit demeaning.
But you can't help it. You admire the way his brown locks fall in a lousy manner when he towers down to sign the contract. You blush when his eyes get that twinkle in them. And you swoon over almost anything he says with a shy smile.
âYouâre drooling.â
Mortified, you briskly run the back of your hand against your mouth before sending a harsh glare. Lando snickers. âWould you please stop?â
His jaw drops, theatrically. âYouâre not actually into himâare you?â
He says it with a trace of humor, but also shock, and you can't help but have your mouth run dry. A loose grin starts to expand across his lips as you hurriedly shake your head. âO-of course not. Are you crazy?â
But if anything, you feel crazy. You must be, right? With every passing second of your heart beating faster and faster against your chest simply just by looking at the young Australian, youâre sure you fall straight into the category like some love fool.
Lando squints his eyes. âI donât know.â He leans in straight into your face, nearly hissing. âAm I?â
âAm I interrupting?âÂ
Flinching hard, you turn quickly to face Anastasia. Youâd initially met the black haired girl back in 2019. As you started off as the Brits personal assistant, she took over as Carlosâ and later also Danielâs. Over the course of time, you two came to be as close as sisters.Â
âNo! Not at all,â you squeak, nervously before pushing the McLaren driver away and patting towards the open chair next to you. She giggles, rolling her eyes and adjusting herself. âHow was the flight over?â
A shrug. âAs good as it can get. Sat next to a silver fox, so I guess that must count for something, no?â Lando shudders. She leans in closer, plopping her head against your shoulder. âWhatâd I miss?â
âNot much.â Only, thatâs not true. She missed the way he laughed awkwardly when the doors wouldnât slide open and let him into the headquarters. She missed the way he rolled his Râs a little too hard when saying âsorryâ. She missed the way he grabbed the pen with a certain glow on his face, like he almost couldnât believe any of this was happening. Lazy fingers pat her head gently once before sighing. âHe seems nice.â
âHow do you know?â
You know because of the way he talks to everyone. Like he cares about what they have to say. Whether itâs about how great his career is going to be here in McLaren or if they introduce their kids to him via FaceTime. He always wore the same smile, talked in the same warm tone. So, could your guess be far off? Yes. It could be completely far off. But you would bet money that it wasnât.Â
âJust a wild hypothesis.â
Her laugh isnât too loud, not ridiculously so, at least, but the fact that it echoes is what makes it appear as such. Anastasia is quick to slap her hand over her mouth, the Brit turns fast to face her with panic evident in his eyes, and you simply blink with a shade of red slowly creeping towards your cheekbones.Â
Zak grins. âYou three.â
âOh, weâre out,â Lando mumbles in monotone, already grabbing your wrist and dragging you to the exit. You follow numbly, like you donât have any strength left in your body.Â
âYouâre leaving me?â Anastasia hisses.
âSheâs my assistant,â he says like a matter-of-fact. âWhere I go, she goes.â
âOh, you Judasââ
âAll of you,â Zak clarifies, narrowing his eyes over to you and the Brit. You gulp.
With a soft curse, Anastasia stands up, tall and firm, and makes her way over with all the confidence in the world. You frown, craving to be the same way, even just a small percentage. Instead, you have to be forced by the McLaren driver.Â
With every step, your head just spins faster because now, heâs more than real. You can smell his cologne. You can count all the moles that cover his face if you really wanted to. You can spot how his hair is still a bit wet, indicating an early shower.Â
Heâs just becomingâ too real.Â
âLando, buddy, meet your new teammate!â
âNice to meet you,â the blue eyed boy declares with a loopy grin, letting go of your hand in order to shake his.Â
âLikewise.â
Zak claps once. âOh! And meet your personal assistant, Anastasia.â
âHere for anything you might need,â she cheers with a bright smile.
âFantastic.â
A wave of silence overlaps your four before Lando clears his throat. âAnd even though you might not be working with her one-on-one, this is my Anastasia.â A snicker. âMy assistant, if you will.â
âNice to meet youââ
âNice to meet youââ
You both freeze, hands intertwined for a second longer before abruptly letting go. He lets out a dry laugh while you do the same. The way your skin tingles makes you blush.Â
âThis is fun and all, but we actually have somewhere to be,â the Brit claims with a suspicious look slashed across his usual laid back expression. You nod. âBut weâll see each other soon, man. Canât wait to race together!â
In a flash, you two are out the door, leaving a dumbfounded Oscar blinking slowly.
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âHe fucks with you.â
âExcuse me?â
Another bench press. âAs in, he likes you. Heâs into you.â
You donât dare ask who he is because you already know who the Britâs referring to and that would only inflate your ego. Snapping your fingers, you narrow your eyes. âFocus. Two more sets left to go.â He groans, flipping you off.
It would be a lie to say that this didnât make your self-esteem skyrocket. Could he be right? Could someone like Oscar ever lay eyes on you? Somewhere in your dreams, youâd like to say yes. Yes. That is a possibility. But the longer you think about it, the more unrealistic it gets.
You donât have what others do. And that itself is enough to pop the bubble.Â
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The start of the season is always tough.Â
âHeâs extremely nervous.â
For some more than others.
You frown. âReally? But heâs usually soâŠrelaxed.â
Anastasia shrugs, hair falling over her shoulder as she continues typing. âI mean, I tried talking to him but with everything I said, heâd just replyâ'that's niceâ. It was sarcastic, if anything. I would have laughed if I didnât feel for him. Poor boy.â Her fingers freeze mid-air. âWaitâdo you think you could talk to him?â
âIâm not sure thatâs a great ideaââ
âCome on! Maybe itâll help him ease his nerves!â
âAnaââ
âPlease.â
You huff. âOkay. Fine. Yeah. Iâll see what I can do.â
As soon as you knock, you almost want to turn away. Maybe it was all an exaggeration. Plus, itâs not like heâs going to die from having butterflies in his stomach. Yeah, surely heâll be fine and he doesnât really even need you toâ
âCome in.â
He wasn't expecting you, that much you can tell by the way his brows go up. But heâs quick to erase the confusion, settling with a fond expression. âHey.â
âHi,â you squeak before cringing at the sound. He chuckles, returning to his warm-up exercises. âHow are you feeling?â
Another chuckle, this time amused. âAnastasia sent you, didnât she?â
âWhat?â A beat. âNo.â
He hums. âTsk. Iâm a bit nervous, that's all.â
You lick your lips, kicking your foot up against the doorframe. What could you possibly say that she hasnât already? If she couldnât ease him, then how can you? The thought of messing up and making it worse makes your stomach churn.Â
âYouâre going to do gââ
âGreat?â He sighs, blowing his cheeks. âThatâs exactly what she said.â
âAnd whatâs wrong with it? Sheâs only trying to help.â
âNo. I know she is, butâŠâ He looks down onto his lap, pausing all movements. âLook, I appreciate you both. What youâre trying to do for me, but I canât stand hearing what others think I want to hear.â
âIt doesnât do it for you?â
His eyes grow slightly wide with the way you go about and ask. Heâs never seen you be anything other than sweet and reserved. But thisâright nowâis stern and very coach-like. Something and someone you arenât. Not even close.
âIt doesnât,â he admits, finally looking away. âNever liked it. Always sounds too forced.â
You nod, crossing your arms. âFine. I can tell you the truth. I can be truthful.â He perks. âOscar, youâre a terrific driver.â He groans, covering his face with his hands. âBut just because youâre great doesnât mean youâll be great all the time.â The Australian frowns, uncovering and looking up at you with attentive eyes. âYouâre going to mess up. Youâre going to be second, or third, or sometimes even twentieth, but that doesnât matter, you know why?â
âWhy?â
âBecause you signed that contract, so you sort of have to suck it up, either way.â He lets out a loud laugh. Very unlike him. A weak smile threatens to fall as you try your best to push it back. âThereâs going to be bad races, but thereâs also going to be very good races. It all depends on you and how hard you work. Sometimes youâll have a good car, a good strat, and others youâll have a shitbox and a bad strat. Thatâs just the way this sport works, okay?â
Oscar blinks slowly, as if trying to decipher who you are, and that itself makes you dizzy. âI-I-I donât care if youâre nervous, I donât care if youâre sureâall we care is that you drive that car, and that you try your best no matter what. Can you do that?â
Itâs foreign. The feeling in his chest. Heâs not used to hearing any of this. As of recently, everyones been texting him to say how great heâs going to be. How far heâll go. And while he was grateful for having unconditional support, he also dreaded hearing it sometimes because he doesnât even want to picture letting any of them down. Heâll act like heâs fine, heâll act like he doesnât careâbut none of that would be true.
The brunette tilts his head to the side, slightly squinting. âI can. I can always try my best. Even if I fall short.â
âGood.â A beat. âWe all believe in you. No matter what, okay?â
A timid smile. âI knowâŠâ
He ends up having to retire the car by lap fifteen, but the most astonishing part is that heâs not even upset. He tried his best. He listened to every single advice his engineer would alert him with. He practiced long hours in the stimulator.
This is just the way things go sometimes. Just like you said.
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âIâm bored. Can I get a ten minute break or something?â Lando grimaces, rolling his wrist like it's the worst pain in the world.Â
You hum, fixing the signed hats back into the box. With eyes screwed, you shrug. âFine. But only ten! Iâm serious. We need to have this done by one.â
âYes! Tenâgot it.â
He doesnât come back in ten. For the matter, he actually goes missing.Â
You narrow your eyes towards the clock, watching as it clicks like some mockery. Youâre going to strangle him. You vow at that very moment that youâll strangle the Brit as soon as you lay hands on him. With one final huff of desperation, you stand up, rubbing your eyes. People frolic through the paddockâyouâre sure you even catch a glimpse of Lewis being pappedâbut thatâs not what catches all of your attention.Â
Instead, you find yourself leaning against the rail, squinting down to where the man of the hour sits, microphones huddled all around him like some interrogation. Anastasia smiles politely, back straight, and voice-recorder in hand.Â
Itâs faintâyou almost canât hear a thingâbut itâs just enough.Â
How does it feel to be back home? Enjoying it, no?
Oscar hums, straight brows slightly furrowed due to the bright sun, but just one adjustment of his hat makes that all go away. âFeels good. Iâm able to sleep in my own bed, so thatâs pretty cool. And yes. It may be a bit biased, but I am enjoying my time here more than the last two races.â Everyone chuckles.Â
Can we talk about your expectations for this weekend?Â
You can see him pause, and from where youâre standing, the way his fingers drum against his chair. âWell, I, uhâŠI hope for a good car.â The joke is supposed to be there, but you can tell everyone was expecting more with the way they murmur to one another. You wince.
Will raises the microphone up to his lips, along with his hand in order to catch the brunetteâs attention. âIâm sure thereâs been lots of people reaching out to you since this is your first home race, but has there been someoneâs advice that has stuck like no other?â
Oscar smiles gently. âThere has been, actually.â
You freeze, gripping the steel bar with anticipation. Your knuckles nearly feel like theyâre about to snap, and you feel like youâre probably leaning a bit too far over the edge to hear it all, but you donât even care. Will chuckles. âIf itâs not too much to ask, would you mind sharing with us all? Iâm sure itâll help a lot of youngsters watching.â
Anastasia slides the recorder closer. Oscar visibly swallows. âIâm not sure I can. I never asked her for permission to talk about it. And quite frankly, Iâd like to keep it between us.â
Will perks up. âHer?â
The black-haired girl is quick to whisper into his ear, turning the opposite way so no one can even attempt to read her lips. He nods, eyes trained forward like some guard. âAny more questions?â But everyoneâs intrigued at this point, so all the questions that follow remain the same. Something that makes Anastasia panic and Oscar regret his choice of words.Â
âCan we get a name?â some blurts out, nearly seeming desperate to get the inside scoop.
Only, his face remains still, jaw slacked. âNo.â
Will raises his hand. âVery well, we donât have any right to know, but are you willing to share a bit about what she said?â
And itâs almost as if the Australian can foresee that the only way to get out of this situation is by giving them what they want. Even if itâs a stupid little crumb. He sighs, running a hand through his hair. âShe told me to try my best. Thatâs all I can really do.â
The mix of photographers and journalists deflate. âI-Iâm sorry,â Lawrence Barretto slides in with a light tone and an ever lighter smile. âDonât mean to lessen its meaning, but isnât that a common thing to say? To hear?â An awkward laugh. âI mean, I just thought itâd be something a bit moreâŠdeep. Inspiring, perhaps.â
Blood rushes to your cheeks and youâre grateful to whatever God may exist that youâre not down there. On the other hand, Oscar is a bit bothered by the innocent comment, but then realizes he doesn't have to be. They werenât there. They donât know just how much more you said. How upfront you were with him without sounding condescending. Something most people did without even realizing.Â
The brown eyed boy spares a smile. âLike I saidâsome things Iâd like to keep between her and I. And even if it was just that, itâs the way she said it.â A beat. âItâs quite a lavish thing to have. A sincere person to talk to, I mean.â
Will tilts his head suspiciously. âIt appears she might be someone special to you, yes?â
The Australian freezes at the unwanted interpretation. Suddenly, the atmosphere is far too crowded. He lets out a forced chuckle, rolling his neck before messaging it gently. âWell, yes. Iâd agree.âÂ
A mix of giddiness and shock rushes through your veins as you refrain yourself from jumping up and down with excitement.Â
âYouâd be lucky if you had her as a friend too.â
-
âIs everything okay?â
Biting down on the churro he had gifted you as an apology for not getting back on time, you growl. âYes. Why wouldnât it be?â
Lando raises a thick brow. âDunno. Maybe the fact that youâre moping.â
Your jaw goes slack, immediately turning to face him. âI am not moping.â
The sound he lets out indicates he doesnât quite believe you, but is choosing to let it go. Also, he doesnât want to see your patience run out, too scared of what you might do. The curly haired driver plops down onto his bed that stands in his motorhome, closing his eyes. You nearly envy the indifference in him. The lack of worry.Â
âI can hear your teeth clenching. Gross.â
A grunt. âIâm gonna go grab a coffee. Need anything?â
âOnly a nap. Itâs a good thing youâll be gone.â He turns over to his side, bringing your jacket over his face to block out any light. You bite the air, swinging silently for a minute or two before exiting the cramped room.Â
The sun hurts, you remember thinking, but the upcoming migraine youâre getting is even worse. You should be used to this by now, given youâve suffered from them since elementary, but based on the way you zig zag without meaning to is enough proof to know that youâre not. Everyone's voices are suddenly muffled, even the sound of engines roaring is as soft as a feather. You wince, massaging your temples as if that might help.Â
Woah, are you feeling alright?Â
âIâm fine,â you respond meekly, to who even knows. You wave them off rudely. âIâll be fine. Just. Leave me alone.âÂ
Anastasia frowns, all while fanning your face. âNo. You need to lay down.â She nudges the Australian, who up until now, you had no clue he had his arm clung around your waist. If you werenât too busy feeling like shit, youâd definitely be making a fool out of yourself. Her green eyes fill up with worry. âIâm gonna go look for a paramedic.â
âYouâre doing too much,â you slur, body letting loose and making the brunette shriek as he grips you harder, trying to keep you upright.Â
A deadpan expression. âOscar, take her back to your motorhome and have her lay down.â
He nods, hesitantly. âY-yeah, okay. Okay.â Once she runs off like a headless chicken, you let out a dramatic gag. Sharp brows knit together with horror. âDo I smell bad?â
A giggle. âNo. As a matter of fact, you smell rich.â
With his arm still wrapped around you securely, and warm eyes flickering from to you back to see where heâs heading, he grins, eyes crinkling. âRich? That just so happens to have a scent?â
You purse your lips, wincing at the fact that your peripheral vision has gone completely dark. âMaybe. Maybe not. Maybe Iâm a terrific liar and Iâm only stroking your ego for my benefit.â
Another chuckle. âBenefit? What benefit may that be?â
Tsk. âHow else am I gonna get you to take me to bed?â
The Australian instantly chokes hard on a string of his own saliva, causing you to flinch at the loud sound. Loud to you, at least. He apologizes, but not before taking a glance down, like itâs the first time meeting you.Â
As soon as you lay down on the miniature mattress, you release a groan. Even just having your eyes closed makes you dizzy. You let out a loud groan, kicking your feet against the cushion in desperation.
âThat bad?â
âThat annoying.â
And even though you canât see him, he nods, internally freaking out, trying to think of ways to help. âDoes this happen to you often?â
âYes.â
He nods, sheepishly. âW-what do you normally do? You know? To help?â
Tossing over to lay on your side, you pinch your eyes, grinding your molars. For a minute, you sort of thought your teeth might crack. Everything about this situation was becoming unbearable. âMy mom, she, umâŠsheâd normally braid my hair. It helped sometimes. Others it didnât.â Messy hair dangles over your face as you let you out a loud exhale, as if you were in the middle of releasing some demon. âI moved too much, she said.â
Oscar smiles, coming across like a faint memory locked in the back of your mind. âI-I-I can tryâŠâ Loopy eyes flicker up to face him, and heâs quick to scrunch his nose. The sight alone makes you breathe easier, though he doesnât know that. Of course he doesnât. âOnly if you want me toâŠâ
âYou know how?â
âSort of? When I was younger, I used to sit across from my sisters at the breakfast table. I was bound to learn a thing or two.â
The subtle proud smile makes your heart beat flutter, smitten at the insight to his childhood. You wish you knew more. Like what was his favorite show? Did he have any imaginary friends, just like you did? Or maybe his favorite superhero? But you swallow all those questions down your throat as soon as he kneels down next to you. The whiff of soft musk distinctively adds to your headache, but youâre too focused on him for something as dumb as that to matter.Â
âJustâŠclose your eyes.â
Taking one last glance at him, you comply, lashes fanning slowly before going completely dark. You can still hear him adjusting, you can feel him take your hair into his hands, but nothing makes you stop breathing like his touch that grazes your cheek.Â
Itâs almost ghostlikeâdoesnât really stay on the same spot for too longâbut you know itâs real. Long fingers calmly push strands of hair behind your ear, tranquility expanding over your body. The slight tickle it causes helps ease your pounding migraine, little by little.Â
âAre my hands too cold?â he whispers, not trying to intrude, but at the same time, wanting to know. You twist, bottom lip jutting out. Not at all. Keep going. And he does. He ends up tangling your hair a bit, because as it turns out, he doesnât remember much, but heâs sure to delicately fix his mess, brows drawn in with heavy concentration.Â
As soon as your hair is back to flowing free, he relaxes, wincing a bit at the pain in his knees. Your hair feels soft. Just what he would imagine a cloud would feel like. For a second, he begins to wonder, whoâs this really for? He feels like this might be soothing him more than you.Â
Just then, his finger catches on a knot, and he freezes, stopping all movements. âHoly crap, I am so sorry, Iââ
You let out a low whimper, but donât do so much as bat an eye. Youâre sound asleep. The brunette lets out a breath of relief, falling back to sit on the ground.Â
Your face is a bit squashedâand youâre drooling just a tad bitâbut for some odd reason, he finds himself admiring. Youâre full lips. Youâre lashes. God, even the way you breathe. He feels a tender smile itching, but it never truly gets to see the light of day, because before he knows it, the door is swung wide open.Â
Anastasia stops dead in her tracks. âWhat happeâis she asleep?â
Oscar opens his mouth, then snaps it shut. He does this a couple of times, awkwardly turning to face you and his assistant, back and forth, back and forth. âShe, umâŠjust did. A minute ago.â
She pouts, scratching her head. âWeird. Usually when this happens it prolongs for at least ten minutes before it gets any better.â The green eyed girl sheepishly waves the group of paramedics away. A trail of sighs echo as they turn away. As soon as theyâre gone, she gently shuts the door, then tippy toes towards the edge of the small bed. Neat brows furrow. âAt least sheâs feeling better, no?â
Brown eyes follow her gaze. âYeah. At least.â
-
Lando ends up throwingâand according to himâ âThe Worldâs Coolest Jamboreeâ. You beg for him to call it anything but jamboree, but heâs too attached to it by the time he sends the last text invite, which so happens to be to the rookie driver.Â
âHas anyone RSVPed?â you question over his shoulder. Heâs in the middle of mixing some mysterious liquid, but by the looks of it, doesnât look any good. You grimace.Â
He lets out a bleh before dropping his utensils. âNo one RSVPs these days. They either show up, or they donât.âÂ
A slow nod. âSo, you donât know whoâs coming?â
âNot a clue. But most likely everyone.â
You scoff. âHow are you so sure?â
He gives you an âare you kidding me?â type glare before sending a sly grin. âFirst of all, itâs my party. Theyâd be crazy to miss out. And second of allâŠitâs only the biggest, funnest, coolest jamboree!â
âFunnest is not a word.â
âAnd party-poopers arenât welcomed.â You gasp, smacking his chest harshly. He lets out a snicker, picking up a bag of ice and spilling it into the glass bowl. âBut Iâll make an exception. Just this once.â
âJust this once,ïżœïżœ you mimic before dipping your pinky in. He instantly slaps your hand away. Smacking your lips, you let out a yelp at the bitter taste. âThis tastes like ass. Godânot even Daniel will drink this, and that guy drinks anything in his way. Iâm surprised he hasnât been accidentally roofied.â
Lando claps his hands with amusement. âGod forbid. And please, pay your respect to Landoâs Best Worst Decision.â A beat. ââą.âÂ
ââą?â you deadpan. âWhat? Are you planning on adding a trademark to this sewage water?â
âItâs good, okay?â Mixing the clear liquid once more, he smiles fondly down at it. âAnd maybe. Iâm seriously considering it.â
You sneer, already walking away.
He ends up being right. Not even an hour later, the party is in full swing. Sure, a couple drivers arenât able to make it, but itâs still jammed packed. It's honestly a miracle to get through the Monaco flat.Â
Youâre still sober?
Laughing, you nod, raising your water up in the air like some toast. Daniel frowns. âConsidering I have to make sure my number one client doesnât make any bad choices tonight, then nope. Canât have a sip of alcohol.âÂ
Brown eyes flutter slowly. âIâm sure thereâs other beverage choices. Have you tried Landoâs Best Worst Decision?â He leans in, winking. ââą.â
âOh no. Donât tell me you actually like it?â He shrugs and you shudder in disgust. âIâm sure I saw him add ten energy shots and God knows what else.â
âNo wonder I feel kinda funky.â Your face drops. âHey, if you pass out, can I crash tonight?â
âDaniel!â you groan, covering your face. âI swear, Iâm going to spill that stupid drinââ Only, Daniel is gone. Craning your head, you circle the room. From where you stand, youâre able to see Carlos and Lando taking part in a heated round of pool, all while Charles sways back and forth, infamous red cup in hand.
Marching over to the kitchen island, you pick up the glass bowl and carry it over to the sink before tipping it over. You huff, hair fanning across your nose.Â
âStupid, stupid boysââ
âHey.â
You shriek, dropping the bowl, and wincing at the sound of glass shattering.Â
Oscar grimaces. âShit. Sorry. Are you hurt?â
âNo.â You sigh. âLandoâs gonna kill me.â
Grabbing the nearby broom, the Australian sweeps carefully while knitting his brows. âWhy?â
âItâs a family heirloom.â
âA glass bowl?â
You giggle. âI wonder why too.â
Despite the blaring music, and constant chattering, the room feels rather silent. You fiddle with the hem of your dress, and that seems to catch his eye as it dawns on him that he hasnât really seen you in anything other than your usual uniform. To be fair, you could say the same. He likes it.Â
You clear your throat. âHalfway done. How do you feel?â
He sips on his water, jaw clicking before settling with a sharp tsk. âGood. I think Iâm finally getting the hang of it. Anastasia even congratulated me the other day when I diverted a series of questions with ease.â
Impressed, you raise your brows. âBravo. Wish that was the case with Lando. I swear, sometimes I think he does and says things to make me look bad on purpose.â
âHe should stop,â he says with a goofy smile. âDoes he not know how lucky he is to get to call you his assistant?â
You blush. âBest friend, actually. Iâve been promoted ever since I pretended to be his girlfriend last New Year's Eve.â
The brunette inches forward with curiosity. âWish to clarify?â
You hop onto the island, fixing your dress and crossing your legs. âDonât tell him that I told you any of this, but I secretly think he was embarrassed of not having a midnightâs kiss. Especially since his ex was there with her new boyfriend. Talk about the unexpected.â
His chest tightens. âYou two, umâŠkissed, then?â
âYes,â you confirm with a childlike grin, and for some reason, it makes him want to puke. âOh God, I havenât thought about this in forever!â
He pretends to find interest in the crowded room, but really, it all remains on you. âWas it any good?â
You blush this time and he swears heâs close to walking away. âYes and no. I mean, it wasnât bad, but it just didnât feel right.â
He perks up then, floppy hair bouncing at the sudden speed. âReally?â He coughs, then fixes his watch, training his eyes towards the floor. âErm, I mean, is that so?â
A nose scrunch. âIt felt like kissing someone youâre not supposed to. Which I suppose is true. Weâre better off as friends.â He relaxes. âThinking about it, we mightâve gagged each other's mouths.â You grimace. âIf that doesn't show our discomfort, then I donât know what will.â
âGood to know.â Oscar rubs his arm, up and down, then steps closer to you. You blink. âHey, I was meaning to askââ
Strippers? I didnât order any strippers.Â
Hire, a male voice interjects. He means to say he didnâtâhireâany strippers.Â
âSon of aâŠâ You wince apologetically, to which he shrugs. Donât worry. Go. Biting your lip, you nod, rushing to the living room, where Lando, Daniel, and a bunch of other randoms circle the almost nude girls with long legs.Â
âI mean, I wonât turn you away, ladies,â the Brit mumbled, already wrapping his arms around their waists. They all giggle, inching closer until heâs a blushing mess.Â
You snap your fingers, pointing towards the exit. âAll of you need to leave.â
Is that your sister? the one with a cowboy hat whispers into his ear. He quickly shakes his head, narrowing his eyes at you like a deadly weapon.Â
âNo. Thatâs his girlfriend,â Daniel yodels, face pressed up against the couch, admiring the group of girls. âBut theyâre in an open relationship.â
âIâm not his girlfriendââ
âSheâs not my girlfriendââ
Oscarâs jaw clenches, eyes focused on the entire commotion. The older Australian rolls his eyes. âRight. We donât talk about it.â
âWould you stop trying to help?â you shoot back, sarcastically, and clap your hands as if youâre rounding up a new high school cheer. âI need you all out. You want money? Fine. Heâll give you money,â you declare, signaling towards Lando.Â
âHey,â he groans, instantly letting go and stepping closer to you. âThey havenât even done anything to earn itâŠ.â
Your eye twitches. âI swear to Godââ
âDeal,â the redhead shoots out. âBut we need a moment to come to an agreement. You know? On how much we want to ask for.â
âPerfect,â you chirp, rolling your heels. âTake out your wallet, Big Boy.â
âYou used to be fun.â
âAnd you used to be terrified over a pair of tits when I first met you. Whatever happened?â Lando blushes profoundly before pushing you away. âWant them gone, Lando, gone!â
âYes! Jesus Christâlet me deal with this.â
âIâm done,â you promise with your hands raised up in surrender. âBut just remember what happened last time.â He frowns, cocking his head to the side. You wiggle your brows. âSĂŁo Paulo.âÂ
Color drains his face before letting out an unhinged laugh and motioning you away. You giggle, heading back to where Oscar stands.Â
âI see what you mean,â he announces. What? âHow he can have a bit of a headache.âÂ
âSee! I told you! Four years of this!â A dramatic yawn. âIâm tired.âÂ
A string of booâs follow once the strippers prance out the door, waving all their money in the air. Specifically Daniel, who genuinely looks upset to see them go. Oscar leans down against the counter, the proximity between you becoming smaller. âYou should get some rest, then.â But he selfishly doesnât mean it. He wants you to stayâto keep talking to him.Â
You let out a snort, grabbing your sides. âI mean, I'm tired of being Landoâs assistant. Itâs a full time job, yâknow?â
âOh.â He stands up straight again. âRight. Of course.â
You purse your lips, looking down to your shoes. âBut that was actually quite thoughtful.â
She thinks Iâm thoughtful, he internally swoons because that must be a good sign, right? Not everyone is thoughtful, but he is, and that must count for something. Gathering all the strength he has leftâwhich is not much considering you blink up at him like some angelâhe licks his pink lips. âBack to what I was going to say earlier before you leftââ
âI wasnât trying to step on him! I already said I was sorry!â you hear a familiar voice, instantly turning to find Anastasia kicking Danielâs face back into place, well, since he now lays asleep on the floor. You curse beneath your breath, jumping off the island once again.Â
âHis head did a complete 360!â Yuki accuses, clearly panicked. âThat's not normal, is it?â
âNo, it is,â Pierre replies with a bored tone. âIâve seen it happen before.â
Crouching down next to the curly haired driver, you jab his cheek before motioning Oscar and Anastasia closer. âHelp me carry him to the guest room,â you instruct, already taking off your cardigan.Â
The black haired girl is quick on her feet, grabbing the Australians right leg as you grab the left. Oscar, however, swallows hard at the amount of cleavage youâre suddenly displaying, but instantly snaps out of it when both you and Anastasia blink back at him. He picks up the Alpha Tauri driverâs upper body before puffing.Â
You blush bright pink at the sight of his muscles pulsing against his t-shirt. âI-Itâs just around the corner.âÂ
As soon as you make it into the room, you three carefully place Daniel onto the bed, to which he squirms before flipping over and snoring away. You motion a finger over your lips before pushing them both out. Gently closing the door behind you,you let out a breath of relief.Â
Anastasia lets out a whistle. âSurprisingly not that heavy.â
Oscar scoffs. âEasy for you to say. I had to carry most of his weight.âÂ
She shrugs, hugging you hello and apologizing for being so late, and youâre quick to reassure her that itâs fine, though she missed the chance to see strippers give Lando a tough time. She sneers. âI didnât even know there existed strippers in Monaco.â And then sheâs off, clapping loudly at the sight of Lando giving out a round of jello shots. You sigh, rubbing your temples.
âI-Iâm sorry. What were you going to say?â
He freezes. âOh. Just thatââ He panics. âOnly that I like your shoes!â
You blink, deflating from within. But you try to cover it up with a soft smile. âThanks, I guess?â Orbs flicker down toward your white Sambas. âLando says they are overrated, but I like âem.â
He nods. âYeah. I like them too.â
-
It happens one Friday afternoonâthe decision.Â
Youâre in between races, youâre in between headaches, and youâre ready to self-implode. So, before any of that happens, you make your first decision. To go on a walk.Â
Itâs getting rather chilly these days, something you love, but also hate. You love it because there is a certain coziness that comes along with it, but you also hate it because you canât always be cozy, so youâre left shivering. Much like now. But to be fair, this was your own choosing.Â
The pounding that takes over your head lessens the longer you stroll, the longer you breathe actual fresh air. You donât really think much, you mainly remain blank, but the sound of tires screeching rips you away. Squinting hard, you catch a glimpse of a lady with grocery bags flipping off the fellow driver, who shares nothing but an apologetic smile before driving off.Â
âWhat happened? Do I have something on my face?â
Dusting your nose, then your cheek, you blush faintly. You instantly assume itâs the powdered donuts faultâthe one you had gobbled up in a hurry during the drive back to the paddock. It was an early morning, and no one really made it on time when it came to early days, but you always did. And so did Oscar. So, a sleepy Zak gave you a wad of cash, and sent you two to the nearest donut shop.Â
The Australian shakes his head, blinking straight ahead. âN-no, I was just checking my blind spot.â
That only makes you blush harder because in what crazy world would he be looking at you?Â
A single nod. The car is quiet apart from the sound of his hands moving against the steering wheel, and the sound of the blinker clicking. Itâs gloomy, too. You clear your throat. âI love it when it rains.â He hums, calmly, encouraging you to continue. âIt just makes me happy.â
âYeah?â
âMhm.â You purse your lips. âI sort of wish I were home. That way I can snuggle near the window and fall asleep to the sound of light drizzle.â
The brunette quirks a brow towards the road. âThat sounds nice. LikeâŠreally nice.â A pause. âWhy canât you do that here, though?â
Hereâhere means where you are right now. Here means this place thatâs not home. Here is not close to being enough, but he doesnât figure that one out. You blink, dragging your finger along the pink box sitting on your lap. âTrust me, Iâve tried.â A small shrug. âBut itâs just not the same, yâknow? Thereâs always something missing.â
He doesnât waste a moment in asking. âWhat do you think that is?â
Taken aback by his inquiry, you let yourself surmise for a second or two before licking your lips. âMaybe a pup. To keep me companyâ
He semi-frowns, cocking his head to send you a deadpan expression. âA dog?â
Now itâs your turn to frown, sending him a glare. âWhat were you thinking?â
The red light lets him take focus on you. âDunno. A boyfriend, maybe?â
Youâre sure youâre nearly as tomato red as the light staring at you both. âWhat? You instantly just assume I don't have one already?â
He freezes. âWell, I, umâŠt-thatâs not what I meantââ
âLook, I know Iâm not a guysâ typical âdream girlâ, but sheesh Iâm not that unlovable. At least, I hope not, but now youâre making me second guess. I mean, your opinion must indicate everyone sees me as some sort of lonely widow.â
Oscar shakes his head, adamantly. âI donât see you as such.â A slow pause. âA lonely widow, I mean. I find your words to not be all that true, really. Youâre nice. Youâre persevering, Youâre beautiful. And you have a good heart.â The light translates back to green, and youâre freakishly thankful, that way he canât see you burn up. âYou could easily be anyone's dream. Whoever makes you think otherwise is a phony.â
Itâs getting harder not to laughâmost likely out of skeptic shockâbut you refrain. Heâs simply being kind with you, but that doesnât stop you from nearly going into cardiac arrest. His words should have been labeled with a warning.Â
âGuess this world is filled with lots of phonies.â
He scoffs. âThere shouldnât be. Not when it comes to a girl like you.â
Your breath catches. âOsââ
All of a sudden, the car comes to a harsh stop, sending you flying, but not the Australian, who remains sitting up straight. An older man flips him off before riding off on his bike. You both breath hard, turning to face each other.Â
âAre you okay?â he questions, voice laced with worry.Â
You nod, slightly dazed. âI, umâyeah. Are you?â
A nod. âI didnât even see where he came from.â
A weak laugh finally erupts. âBlame it on the poor innocent manâ clever.â
Brown eyes soften. They flicker from your orbs back to your pouty lips. Heâs only checking if youâre okay, of course. You send him a reassuring bow and he releases a heavy breath.Â
âGuess I was too focused on my blind spot, once again.â
The next decision comes when you opt in to join your neighbor, Mr. Lennon, for a cup of tea after he finds you shivering. By that time, itâs raining hard, you're soaking wet, and it only makes sense to accept his kind offer.Â
âMint. To hopefully push back any upcoming cold. God, what were you thinking?â
You let out a laugh. âNot much. Thatâs why I was aimlessly roaming.â
âWhat about now?â
You halt, mug raised up to your chapped lips. âWhat about now?â
He smiles, softly, mixing his own tea with a heavy spoon of honey. âDid the walk help? Were you able to get the wheels rolling?â
Now you giggle loudly. âThatâs not very nice! The wheels are working just fine, thank you very much.â
The light scent of pine trees enter the room as soon as he stands up to open his window, the sound of soft rain singing to you as some much needed therapy. âSo? What were you pondering about out there?â
âI wasnât pondering.â
âWalking alone in the middle of a thunderstorm?â A sore laugh. âBeen there. Done that. Thereâs always something on someoneâs mind when that happens. Which isnât often, or usual, so that must mean youâre really stuck up on something.â
âOr someone,â you mumble beneath your breath. His brows dart up, and you sheepishly settle the mug down. âYou wouldnât understand.â
âTry me.â
You blink. You donât really talk about him out loud. Not with Lando. Not with Anastasia. Not even with your own reflection. Everything has always remained with you. A place you knew to be safe because you made it safe. But Mr. Lennonâs eyes prove to you that heâs lived enough livesâenough scenariosâto maybe understand. Even just a fraction. He watches you visibly gulp. And he knows that look. The confusion, the yearning.Â
âIâm in love with this boy.â
He hums, leaning back against his wooden chair. âThereâs always a boy.â
You look down. âHeâs a friend of mine, which makes everything much worse because I canât ruin that. But for the first time in all my years of livingâŠâ Round, glossy eyes stare back at him with a hopeless expression. âI reallyâreallyâwant to.â
Heâs attentive, he listens like some frozen statue, and maybe thatâs what fuels your courage to continue speaking. âMy entire life, Iâve had crushes, sure, but Iâve never loved someone. Not seriously. So, of course Iâm caught off guard when I do feel that for someone who Iâm not even in a relationship with.â A playful snort. âGod, I feel so stupid.â
The silence that lingers is comforting. Your nerves flow away with the rain, and you feel at peace. Quietly, he clears his throat. âCan I tell you a story?â
A soft sigh. âIâm all ears.â
Gray brows furrow as if trying to recover a distant memory. âI once loved a boy, too.â Your eyes widen. Sure, you knew he was never married, never even had a kid, but you never thought of any reason as to why not. He nods, faintly. âNot many know, and not because Iâm ashamed, not by any meansâŠâ A single beat. âBut because real, sincere feelings are easier to ignore. Because who wants to deal with reality, right? Who wants to confess and be turned away like some dog at your door?â
Exactly, you think, nodding along. âEveryone is always going to be scared of something, but avoidant people like us are terrified about the what-ifs.â He sends a wink. âAnd Iâm living proof that being that way wonât get you nowhere. And you'll realize sooner or later in life that youâd rather be nowhere with someone you love, than nowhereâŠâ His eyes circle the nearly empty kitchen, despite living there for the past twenty years. â...all alone.â
Your chin wobbles. âYou know you have me, right? Iâm always next door.â A wet laugh follows. âAnyways, I might even join you in this lonely life, eh? Doesnât sound half bad if Iâm doing it with you.â
Tender eyes close slowly before blinking back at you. âNo. I want you to be the complete opposite from me. Be different. Tell him how you feel. Even if it costs you a broken heart, tell him. Because Iâm telling you right now that a broken heart is always better than the constant desire that will always follow you like the devil.â
A warm droplet rolls down your cheek as you sheepishly laugh, but he doesnât judge. He never has. Instead, ever the true gentleman, he hands you his handkerchief. âDid you ever get the chance to tell him that youâŠâ
His wrinkles imprint more vividly as he breathes out. âI did, but it didnât really make the difference I had hoped for. He was already married to someone else.â
A loud sob escapes. âThatâs not f-fair. You deserve to be happy with the man you love.â
âI do. But you know what?â You rub the tears away, eyes connecting. âIâve made peace with the consequences of my own actions.â
By now the rain has died down, and so have you. With one last smile, Mr. Lennon gives your cold hand a soft squeeze.  Â
âLearn from my mistakes, wonât you?â
-
That same night, as you cried over a bottle of wine, you made your third and final decision. And you would execute it all the next time you saw him, no matter the outcome.Â
But now that you spoke about it once to someone, you felt almost invincible. Which is why you called Lando.Â
You what?Â
A wince. âYou canât tell him, okay? Iâm legitimately trusting you with this!â He opens his mouth, but youâre quick to signal him off. âIncluding Ana.â
âWow. I thought sheâd know.â You shrug because you donât really have an explanation for not having had confided in her, but you know deep down that youâre not really into playing a game of Cupid, and thatâs exactly what she'd turn this into. The Brit nods, sympathetically. âAlright. I wonât tell a single soul.â
âThank you.â
âAre you going to tell him how you feel?â
His question comes out hesitantâlike heâs afraid of scaring you away from the possibilityâbut it doesnât. Instead, you nod, to which heâs extra surprised because youâve never been the kind to. âThatâs the main reason I told you any of this. Because I wanted to ask you if you knew if he has a girlfriend or not? Someone heâs trying to pursue? Iâd hate toâŠintervene.â
Lando letâs put a soft smile, dimples imprinting neatly onto his face. âI mean, heâs particularly privateâyou know himâbut Iâve never heard him mention having a girl. It doesnât seem like he does. Go for it. What do you have to lose?â
âMy dignity? A good friend?â
Silently, he grimaces because even he can see how much this all means to youâhow much youâre scared. So, to boost up your confidenceâwhich is something he definitely doesnât lackâhe flashes a loopy grin. âHe probably likes you, anyways.â
You come to a fast halt. Suddenly, painting your nails isnât your top priority. âReally? You think so?â He nods, and you canât help but smile back. âWhatâd he say?â
âWell, as I already stated before, he keeps his things locked up pretty well. But I do recall one timeâŠâ He closes his eyes harshly. Then, he snaps his fingers loudly. âI believe in Hungary. He was on a high. And we shared a bottle of champagne to celebrate. So, he sort of let loose. Like insanely loose.â
âAnd?â you push, eagerly trying to get whatever he has stuck in his throat out of him. The green eyed boy snickers.Â
âHe wasnât very clear, but he did say he had a crush on a girl. Someone he really wanted to get to know. But that things were a little bit difficult.â You nod, urging him to continue. âI asked why, and he said it was because she had a good heart, or something of that sort? Good intentions? Canât rememberâand that he didnât want to ruin it.â
Your breath hitches.
And you have a good heart. You could easily be anyoneâs dream.Â
-
Ironically, youâre huddled in Landoâs flat once again when it happens. Well. Almost happens. Itâs filled with a few McLaren members because he insisted on hosting a nice brunch. And it was. Nice, you mean.Â
âPretty,â Anastasia says, sending a soft smack towards your ass. You yelp, swatting her hand away, and pulling your skirt downward. She snickers. âYou should tie your hair up more often. Letâs everyone admire such an angel face.â
âStop it,â you hiss, but canât hide the pink flush. âBut thank you.âÂ
She grins, eyes crinkling. Black hair sways as she moves to the beat of the music, nursing her drink. âNice to have a breakâŠâ
âDefinitely.â
At some point, she slithers away, leaving you all alone on the balcony. Which was quite lonesome until he came along. Oscar scrunched his nose, meekly. âSorry.â
âItâs alright. Donât own this place, do I?â
He lets off a raw chuckle. Deeper than when you first met him, and you come to the realization that a lot about him has changed. His hair is longer, his neck is thicker, and his shoulders are wider. But his smile and eyes remain the same. Boyish.
âThinking?â
You sigh, admiring the ocean set out right in front of you. âThinking, yes. A lot these days.â
And if heâs patient enough, heâd notice the way your hands shake. Tiny vibrates, but still.. Heâd notice the way you bite down on your lip, brushing it along the way. Heâd notice the way you blink feverishly, like even the wind hurts.Â
And he is. He is a patient person. So, he does notice.Â
âDo you know what song this is?â
Brows furrow, deep in thought. And heâs quick to note that the ticks you had are coming to an easy halt. Mentally, though, youâre cursing yourself out because you do know. You do know the song that flows nicely into your ears, but simply having him next to you is whatâs making you forget. How dare me have that kind of power over you?
âI know it,â you start. âBut I canât seem to remember right now...â
The brunette gently nods his head along to the beat. His eyes close, and his hair delicately tussles, and suddenly heâs the only thing you see. âSex,â he says. You blush, ripping your gaze away before he catches you in the act. Oscar laughs. âItâs Sex by The 1975. How could I forget?â
âOh yeah.â
The guitar screeches when the volume somehow gets louder, despite not being inside. âWould have killed me not to get it right. My sister listens to it all the time.â
Plump lips pressed together. âYou have a sister?â But you know the answer to that question, of course you do. Youâre a girl. Youâve done your research, even when you pinched yourself not to.Â
He nods. âThree, actually. Talk about a headache, am I right?â
And itâs almost nostalgicâyour laugh. Like it might be one he heard in his past life, but in his current one, can't remember. But itâs okay if he doesnât because at least he knows he can learn it. And he has.Â
âYou look really pretty when you laugh that way. Insanely so.â
You canât seem to register his words. The way they come off as soft and ginger as they could possibly get. As if he really means it. And for the first time since your first interaction with him almost two years agoâyou sort of believe he might.Â
âYouâre just saying that?â you question as some test, does eyes challenging him into finally spitting out the truth. The same truth you carry. He shakes his head, taking a step closer.
âI mean it.âÂ
Like a sudden magnet, you two are hesitantly connecting closer and closer together before either of you could stop it. Not that either of you would. The Australian towers over you, almost caging you like some endangered species heâs afraid of slipping away and going extinct.Â
You swallow, lashes fluttering, and he smiles at the sightâmelts. Youâve always been reserved. Quiet. Shy. And so has he, so he canât really judge you, but heâs willing to be differentâjust once in his lifeâto get what heâs been wanting for a long time now.Â
His eyes follow your lips. Admires how plump they are. How theyâre the perfect shade of pink. So, when he leans in and you donât pull away? He thinks he might explode with the need to kiss you. One time. If heâs lucky, justâonce.Â
âYouâve always been my dreââ
âThere you two are!â Anastasia cheers, zigzagging to you both as an apologetic Lando follows right after. By now, Oscar has jumped far away from you, and youâre left feeling empty and lost, blinking at an alarming rate. âWeâve been looking all over!â A hiccup. âWhat were you doing?â Your lips remain open but Oscar is the first to let out an awkward cough.
âWe were just talking aboutâŠlogistics!â He turns to you, sparing you a pleading look. âW-werenât we?â
You finally come to, nodding slowly, eyes buzzing between the two McLaren drivers and your best friend, who wobbles from left to right. âYeah, IâŠ.weâlogistics, and whatnot.â A beat. âDoesnât matter.â
He flinches, avoiding your doleful stare. Oscar forces such a bright smileâthe kind that canât go unnoticed by even the biggest idiot on earthâand nods in agreement. âSheâs right. It doesnât matter.â
Lando analyzes you, then his teammate, and wishes he had done more to keep Anastasia from barging in. But really, was this some sign? Maybe you were some delusional little girl who truly believed she had a chance with the boy next door. The one everyone wants, but only one will get to have.
And letâs face it.Â
It was never going to be you.
-
Youâd make an excellent detective in your next life, youâre sure of it. But for now, youâre just some brokenhearted assistant who mourns the death of her what-ifs. Someone who is really good at picking up on clues.Â
Itâs right before Christmasâright before Anastasiaâs birthday partyâand youâre curling your hair quite poorly. You daze off every now and then, you apply mascara almost zombie-like, and youâre dreading even showing up. Have you been avoiding him? Yes. Yes, you have. Have you been good at it? Only the best, if weâre being truthful here. And were you ready to face him without feeling the need to bolt?Â
Nope. Not in this lifetime nor the next.
But still, you force yourself to finish getting ready because this isnât about you. This isnât about him. Itâs about being there for your friend.Â
Mindlessly, on the drive there, pouting in the back of the yellow cab, you click onto Instagram and the first thing you do is smile at the birthday post Anastasia had posted not even five minutes ago. You scroll, smile wider, and then come to a harsh pause. The kind that makes your throat close up. The kind that makes you stop breathing.Â
The kind that lets you knowâ
Youâve lost.
His arms are tied around her waist, his head his nuzzles between her neck, but you can still tell itâs him. His hazel hair canât go unnoticed. Maybe to someone else, but not you.Â
Then, as if all odds are against you, your feed refreshes and youâre left far more dumbfounded.Â
She appears in most of his pictures because why not? Itâs his girlfriend's birthday, it goes as expected. Museum dates. Pictures of them with each other's families. And you feel greedy like never before becauseâwhy couldn't that be you?Â
Venmo or cash? You look up, making eye contact with your taxi driver who looks as tired as you are. You press your lips together into a fine line. Digging into your purse, you grab all that you have and jump out of the cab.Â
Itâs chilly out and the lights are beautifully hung, but it doesnât do you any good. You just want to go home. Curl up in bed and die. Dig a holeâself-suffocateâwho cares. And youâre ready to turn around, go back and apologize to Mr. Lennon for not doing better. You really thought you had it in you, but it just wasnât enough.Â
But then, the door swings open and Pierre curls a brow. Kika waves from behind âHe thought you were some serial killer. Heâs been watching too much Dateline.â The brunette scurries over, throwing her arms around you and takes a step back. âCome in before you freeze to death.â
But even that didnât sound too bad. You sheepishly thank her, following the couple back in. A string of jazz cradles the warm lit living room and the scent of apple pie makes you inhale sharply. A giggle stirs up behind you. Anastasia grins.
âYouâre here!â
All of a sudden, you hate her smile. You hate her laugh. You hate her entirely. But you also donât. You canât hate her smile. You canât hate her laugh. You canât hate her entirely. Because even though you feel like she owes you loyalty, thatâs not really true. She had zero idea about your feelings towards Oscar and she won. Fair and square. That doesnât mean you had to like it.
âHappy birthday, Annie.â Hugging her, you giggle against her ear when she jumps up and down, nearly knocking you two over. âFor you. From me.â
She wiggles her neat brows, green eyes buzzing with suspicion. âIs it a vibrator again?â
You blush. âNo. Even better.â
âWow! Even better?â She rips the small bag open, eyes widened double in their size. âOh my God, you got me the Mary Janeâs I wanted?â
âWell, you kept bugging me, and so I thoughtââ
âD'accord, je comprends. I love them, thank you.â Grabbing your wrist, she tugged you into the empty hallway, and you can already feel her buzzing with excitement. Your stomach churns. âI wanted to tell you as soon as he asked me outâI really didâbut he insisted on keeping it between us two for a while, and I told him no, I had to tell you, but then I understood that maybe it was for the best, and Iâve always liked himââ
Every word makes you feel smaller and smaller because the light in her eyes gives it all away. She, tooâmuch like youâis in love with Oscar Piastri. You shake your head, sharing a light laugh. âI totally get it. Thereâs no need to explain.âÂ
The green eyed girl visibly relaxes, shoulders rolling back. âI knew youâd understand. Oscar was rightâyou have a good heart.â
Ana, Yuki just spilled wine on your coach, Daniel rattles from the other side of the room, pointing accusingly towards his teammate who rubs the cushion with his Dior sweatshirt. She sighs. Be right back!
At that moment, you donât care if you wind up with a deadly case of hypothermia, you simply walk out of the warm house.
âWhat are you doing? Youâre going to get sick.â
Screwing your eyes shut seems to be the only answer to help your mending heart into not breaking completely. And fuck himâfuck him for sounding so goddamn caring.Â
You turn with a soft smile, shrugging nonchalantly. âWonât really make a difference, I already feel sick.â You cough for emphasis. âSee?â Oscar rolls his eyes, ignoring the poor excuse, and hands you his puffer jacket. You shake your head. Take it. âNo.â He frowns. Why not? Rocks crunch with every step he takes. âIt wouldnât be right.â
âWhat? Borrowing a jacket from a friend?â
âBorrowing my best friend's boyfriendâs jacket.â
His stomach drops, rolling with a wave of anxiety as he tries to not show his uncomfort. âShe told you?â
Your teeth grind harder. âThat, and you both posted about a thousand pictures together. Wasnât that difficult to understand what was going on.â A sore laugh. âIâm happy for you two, though. Really. I am.â
âYou are?â
Sending a nasty glare that you tried to keep in for the life in you, you turn over to face him, nose rosy. âYes. Over the fucking moon.â
He flinches. âListen, about that day at Landoâs house. I-I-I was caught up in the moment. I shouldnât have said what I said, o-or tried to kiss youââ
âYouâre a phony, you know that, right?â
Another flinch. âIâm trying to apologize to you. Iâm sorry. I feel bad, okay?â
Tears well up inside your eyes. Somewhere deep inside your chest, you feel a harsh sting, and still that doesnât compare to his pity. You let out a scoff, crossing your arms. âYou feel bad, for what? For messing with my emotions, or for getting with my best friend?â You poke his chest hard, but he remains as still as a brick wall, a pained expression mapped out. âWhich one is it?â
âFor all of it!â He grabs your face, making you freeze under his fire-like touch. âI loved youâGodâI loved every inch of you. Your humor, your heart, your jokes that never land, the awkward giggles that follow afterwardâeverything. There was not a single thing you could do that could have pushed me away.â
âThen what happened?â you whisper, eyes tracing his pink lips, trying to enjoy his hands. Theyâre calloused, sure, but theyâre by far the closest thing youâve had, so nothing else matters. His breath hitches, soft eyes looking down at you in complete defeat. You grimace. âWhy was I not enough for you to try?â
His hands drop. Brown locks shakes as he rubs his eyes, like this is all some part of a fever dream. Maybe it was. The Australian frowns. âI could ask you the same thing.â
Itâs a slap in the face, and it burns like never before because you know heâs right. âI wanted to tell you!â A shaky breath. âI was going to tell you.â
Leaves rustle. âYou were?â
âYes,â you confess, nodding adamantly. âThat day at Landoâs placeâI wanted to tell you.â
The McLaren driver bites his tongue hard, blinking rapidly. âW-what would you have said?â
âThat I loved you too.â
He canât hide his pain just by hearing those words. He scrunches his nose. He nods robotically. And he keeps his eyes trained towards the ground, like heâs in the middle of solving a puzzle.Â
âI really did like you. From the moment we met.â Finally, he looks up, round eyes searching for any sign of intimacy. If thereâs any leftâany you still save for him. âDo you remember the day we first met?â
âA little bit. Yeah.â
A second ticks by. âI do. Remember it all, I mean. Think back to it quite often.â He lets out a boyish grin, crinkles forming, making your heart flutter. âYou took my breath away.âÂ
And as if humanly possible, despite the icy air, your cheekbones flush harder as you bite back a giddy smile. âYou barely even noticed meââ
âYou wore a white ribbon. Hair half up, half down. Denim overalls with your initials sewn onto them. Emerald earrings.â You blink, clearly taken aback by his polished memory. His eyes soften. âIâll always notice you.â
-
Anastasia pecks the Australians cheek, giggling after each one. Oscar smiles, letting out a sheepish laugh. From the corner, seated next to Lando, you sigh sadly. The Brit bumps his shoulder up against yours. Whatâs wrong? But you must not have heard him, or you ignore him, but he, too, has eyes.Â
âI swear I didnât know a thing about them,â he whispers. âIf I had, I would have warned you, you know thatââ
âLando,â you cut him off, voice weak and mellow. âItâs okay, itâs not your fault.â
He frowns. âI know that, butââ
âItâs not your fault,â you repeat, this time more firm. He swallows, nodding hesitantly. With a soft laugh, you poke his ribs and heâs quick to let out a yelp. âJust want to forget, you know?â
Lando hums. âUnderstood.â
Anastasia clinks her spoon against her mug. The one you each painted differently in that one pottery class years ago. She grins. âIâm so glad all of you could make it, really, it means a lot.â Her eyes crinkle sweetly towards Oscar who traces shapes down her back. She blushes for himâthe same way you do. âI feel likeâŠI finally have everything I ever wanted.â
A string of oohh's echo the room, whistles ringing. She laughs, head falling back, and he lets out a single chuckle, rosy cheeks making everyone grow louder. Meanwhile, you stay silent, focusing on Landoâs shoes. The Brit winces, rubbing your shoulder awkwardly.Â
Daniel yodels, raising his beer. âWell, in that case, I feel like I do too!â He hiccups, making Pierre and Yuki snicker. âA hot girlfriend, good âol friends, and a nice pair of abs.â
âThey are nice,â Lily mumbles, earning her a soft smack from Alex who rolls his eyes.Â
Carlos cackles. âMe nextâum, okay. A good team, my girlfriend, andâŠandâmy hair.â
âNarcissist,â Lando whispers, trying to get a good laugh out of you. And it works. You giggle, muffling the sound with the back of your hand. Oscar perks up, orbs floating over to where you and the Brit whisper to one another, smiles only growing wider. His jaw clenches. Either way, you tune out all the constant chatter after hearing how Pierre was grateful for having a massive cock.Â
âI really hope nothing changes between us.â
You laugh. âI think it might be a bit too late for that.â
The Australian scratches his shoes against the wet pavement. He agrees. He wonât admit it, but he agrees. Everything has changed. Timidly, he glances over at you, biting the inside of his cheek. His gaze burnsâjust like alwaysâand you turn to face him.
By now your tears have dried, but your heartbreak still continues. Something deep inside tells you that itâll continue for as long as you live. You despise yourself for letting any of this get out of hand. For letting your fear of rejection play a big part in losing him. He smiles.
âI love you, okay?â
You smile. âI love you, too.â
Your voice sounds sweetâjust like honey. And if itâs a lie, just to make him feel better, then heâs a grateful bloke. He might not have your heartânot completelyâand he might not have your hand in his, but heâs fine with that. Because heâs heard all heâs needed to hear. And he can live at peace.
Oscar grins, leaning down to kiss your cheek. Itâs tender, just the way you pictured it. You smell like flowers, just like he had dreamt. He pulls away. âYou can always talk to me. Whenever. Iâll always be there for you.â
âThank you. But I wonât bother you too much.â His brows furrow, mouth opening to protest before you wave him off with a tired smile. âDonât want to vent to you aboutâŠwellâyou.â
âWhat about you?â Anastasia squeals, making your jump in place.Â
âWhat about me?âÂ
She rolls her eyes, theatrically. Oscar remains as still as a statue, enjoying the moment to admire you without having to explain whyâall eyes were on you, after all. âHave you ever gotten everything you ever wanted?â
Wistfully, your eyes look up, connecting with the ones you know so well. You admire his boyish features one last time before looking down onto your lap and then focusing on Anastasia.
âNo. But I once got very close.â
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⥠Wondering âĄ
⥠Pairings: frat boy!mingi x chubby!fem!librarian!reader
⥠Genre: angst/fluff/smut
⥠Summary: While working your job at the campus library you find that the most popular guy on campus has developed quite the crush on you. Thinking that it's some sort of prank, you dismiss him completely but Mingi has his heart set on making you his and isn't content to give up that easily.
⥠Word Count: 4.5k-ish
⥠Warnings: mingi really develops a thing for chubby girls, reader has body insecurities, body worship, kissing, male masturbation, porn, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, a lil hair pulling, a lil rough sex for a sec, technically cum marking, pet names (baby), but otherwise fluffy
⥠A/N: This is a fic I wrote for a super adorable anon and as always I'm super honored that you even asked me to write this my love. I truly hope that I did your idea some justice and you enjoy it. To all the chubby babes out there who may read this, you're a bad bitch, I swear to you, and if anyone tells you otherwise I'll swing on em. Kay, love you, bye - xoxo
Nothing. Mingi strokes his cockâhis palm gliding up and down his length, his thumb circling the rimâand he feels absolutely nothing. Lying in the darkness of his bedroom, the warm glow of light emanating from his phone illuminates the frustration on his face. His gaze lazily dances across the screen where a woman lies naked, a sex toy vibrating between her thighs. Sheâs in his favorite position, making his favorite noises, but he canât get off on it.
Giving up, he lets out a groan, throwing his head back on his pillow. Itâs been weeks of this. Heâs been too horny to function but when the time of action comes he can only get halfway hard and nothing feels the same as it used to. Maybe a different video will help. Bringing his phone in close to his face, he scrolls through the recommended videos. His cock still in his hand, he feels it soften into a sad, floppy thing the further down he scrolls.
Just as heâs about to call it a night, prepared to at last put himself out of his misery, something catches his eye. An image of a naked woman spread across a bed, her plush body fully exposed. Sheâs bigger than other girls heâs seen naked in porn, even in real life. Sheâs chubby and soft with shimmering gloss on her lips and stretch marks on her thighs. His breath hitches at the sensation of the blood rushing down his length as he takes her in.
His interest officially piqued, he clicks into the video and watches her in action. Heâs hypnotized by the way she bounces and jiggles, every motion of her body too perfect to comprehend. The skin pulls tight around his cock, beads of arousal rolling down the tip as he quickens his movements. His bottom lip catches between his teeth, an attempt at choking back the low groans fighting their way up his throat at the sight of juices moistening the womanâs soft thighs.
Seeing her hits him with a rush of something unfamiliar. Something that has his stomach muscles contracting and his mouth watering. His mind goes wild with thoughts of what itâd be like to touch her, to feel her body trembling against his. What he wouldnât give right now to grip a belly like that or drag his tongue across the plush of her ass. Itâs exhilarating, unlike anything heâs ever felt before. His cock grows so sensitive that heâs twitching with every stroke.Â
Any care for if his roommates can hear him flies out of the window as a dizzying heat washes over him, the veins along his length throbbing as a waterfall of white shoots up onto his stomach. His phone drops onto the bed and he lets out a pitiful whimper, his eyes clung shut as he gives in to an orgasm so strong it makes his muscles weak. Heâs so high from it that he fears heâll never come down. Breathless, his skin covered in a thin sheen of sweat, he sits up in bed and flicks the light on to see what a mess heâs made of himself.
His eyes drift back to his phone where a suggestion for a similar video calls him. He takes a deep breath, feeling his cock stiffening again so soon. Mingi picks his phone up, his thumb hovering over the Next button. Itâs 3am and in a few hours Yunho will be banging on his door to go to football practice. He should get his shit together, clean himself off, and go to sleep. But that rush was so unexpected, so utterly delicious. He slips back down into bed, hitting the Next button. He needs more.
âWhoa, thereâs so many books hereâ Mingi gasps, staring up at the tall cherry wood shelves of the sprawling library.Â
Mingiâs seen this place in pictures beforeâthis marble palace with its sky high shelves and expertly crafted pillarsâbut in all his years on campus heâs never stepped foot in it. Nothing in this literary maze ever interested him enough to require a visit. His college career has always depended more on athletics and frat politics than it has books.
Most of his professors were more than content to give him a passing grade simply because of who he is. A stroke of luck that ran out the moment a new Womenâs Studies professor stepped foot on campus. Sheâs set out to challenge him, to make him work for his grades if he actually wants them. A true tragedy if heâs ever been faced with one.Â
âDuh, itâs full of books. Itâs literally a libraryâ Yunho laughs, plopping a small stack of books into Mingiâs arms. âI grabbed everything you need except one. The Vagina Monologues. Youâre gonna have to go ask one of the librarians for help.âÂ
Mingi winces at the thought of the title leaving his lips and falling on a complete strangerâs ears, âWhyâd it have to be called that?â
âOh, stop being a childâ Yunho huffs, catching a glimpse of a young woman pushing a cart of books past the aisle. âThere! Go ask her!â
Mingi hesitates a moment but Yunho shoves him forward, âOff you go.âÂ
Stumbling his way down the aisle, Mingi traces the sound of squeaky cart wheels a few rows over, stopping dead in his tracks when his gaze finds the woman pushing it. She wears a flowy, pear colored dress with white lilies printed all over it. Itâs long enough not to scandalize the other library staff but short enough to get a glimpse of where her thighs begin to kiss. From behind Mingi can clearly make out her shape in it, the plushness of her figure bringing to mind things he definitely shouldnât be thinking about in the library.Â
Humming along to a song in her head, she turns to place a book on one of the shelves and Mingiâs cheeks begin to burn. Sheâs the prettiest girl heâs ever seen. Heâs said that about a lot of girls and never meant it but with this one itâs different. She has eyes that twinkle like sunshine dancing on the surface of some gorgeous lake. The curve of her nose is nothing short of perfection and her lips look like they taste of the sweetest sugar.Â
âCan I help you with something?â you ask. The way he stares at you makes you feel more like an animal in some zoo than the object of his affection.
Mingi shakes himself out of his daze, lowering the stack of books down to cover the slight rise in his jeans. âUhâŠIâŠyeahâŠumâ he stutters.Â
âUh, I, yeah, um?â you tease, grabbing another book and sliding it onto a nearby shelf, âI donât think we have that one.âÂ
âWho are you?â he spits out as if thatâs a completely normal question to ask someone when youâre the one who approached them.Â
âThatâs a really weird question to ask someone, Mingi.â
âWait, you know me?â
You giggle at the absurdity of such a question, âOf course I know you. Everyone knows you.âÂ
Mingi thinks about it for a second, the reality of his popularity setting back in. âI guess youâre right. I am pretty popular.â
The grin on his face makes you nauseous. Of course you know him. And of course he doesnât know who you are. Mingiâs from a whole different world and youâre positive girls like you donât exist where he comes from. Rolling your eyes, you grab back onto the handle of your cart, âIf thereâs nothing you needâŠâÂ
âVagina!â he says, leaving you both stunned to the core, âI mean, monologues. Vagina Monologues. Itâs, like, a book or whatever. Fuck it, are you busy tonight?âÂ
A whisper of laughter drifts down the aisle, giving away Yunhoâs presence. Heâs never seen his best friend crash and burn this hard. Keeping a straight face isnât an option. Yunhoâs laughter may not be meant for you but it feels like it is. The first time a guy like Mingi talks to you and of course it had to be a joke.Â
âSecond floor, in the Plays section, under E for Enslerâ you snap, turning your back before you die of embarrassment right before Mingiâs eyes.Â
âWait, can I at least get your name?â Mingi calls out but youâre already pushing your cart down the aisle, disappearing around the next corner without another word.Â
Yunho slaps a hand on Mingiâs shoulder, shaking his head in disappointment, âWhoâs your new friend?â
Mingi sighs longingly, his gaze still lingering where you once stood, âI donât know but I plan to find out.âÂ
Sometimes when you find yourself working nights at the library you feel like Cinderella. A slave to these old dusty books, forced to clean and organize them until your manicure begins to chip while other girls are out at bars or parties. Only thereâs no fairy godmother to come wave her magic wand and turn your pumpkin into a carriage. Thereâs no glass slipper and certainly no Prince Charming to sweep you off your feet.
Still, you need the extra money so thereâs nothing to be done about it. Taking a seat at the front desk you check the time, itâs almost time to close up shop and the last few stragglers are packing up their things to head out. Once theyâre gone things should be peaceful. No questions, no interruptions, no one getting on your nerves.Â
âHave you been avoiding me?â Mingi asks, popping up in front of your desk.Â
âOh my god!â you gasp, clutching your chest, âAre you trying to kill me?â
âKill you? How could I ever hurt a girl as pretty as you?â he says in that cocky tone youâve become accustomed to.Â
Itâs been weeks since your first run in with Mingi and heâs been relentless ever since. He stops by every shift to ask you some silly question that somehow always turns into yet another attempt at flirting with you. You shoot him down every single time but he never seems offended or discouraged. He just keeps coming back all bright eyed and full of energy like a golden retriever. Youâve gone home every night wondering what his motivations are. Whyâs he being so persistent?Â
Sometimes for the hell of it you let yourself play with the idea that he might actually be attracted to you. Mingi is drop dead gorgeous after all and, even though you refuse to laugh at any of his stupid jokes, you find him pretty charming. For all his cockiness, heâs sweet in a way that makes you wonder what it might be like to be truly adored by a guy like him. This little fantasy of yours is always disrupted by the vision of Yunho laughing at the two of you. Itâs a joke, thatâs all, a stupid joke that Mingiâs cruel for not knowing when to give up on.Â
âArenât you sick of coming here?â you ask, pretending to be busy on the laptop, âThere must be something else you can entertain yourself with.â
Mingi smiles down at you, fawning over how your skin glows in the shreds of sunset that peek through the windows. âThere is actually. Iâm having a party tonight and I want you to come.â
Your eyes shoot open, an involuntary burst of joy hitting you. âA party?â you ask, sounding more excited than you intended to. Catching yourself, you reel back the excitement but itâs too late, Mingiâs already caught it.Â
âYeah, a partyâ he says, reaching behind the desk to grab a pen and a sticky note. He scribbles down the address and sticks it to your laptop screen. âTell me youâll come.â
He sounds so genuine when he says that. Itâs almost as if heâs truly desperate to have you around. You look up at his face and feel the butterflies in your stomach go into a frenzy. Youâve heard the way other girls talk about him, the way they swoon over him like heâs this magical thing. You donât want to be one of them, just another girl pining after Song Mingi but here you are.Â
You clear your throat, snatching the blue sticky note from your screen, and putting it aside. âI donât really know if I wanna spend my Friday night with a bunch of wasted pretty boys.â
âOoh, so you do think Iâm prettyâ Mingi blushes, batting his eyelashes.Â
You pick up a stapler, threatening to throw it at him, âLeave now and maybe, just maybe Iâll consider coming to your little party.â
Mingi throws his hands up, carefully backing away from the desk, âFair enough. Iâm wearing all black by the way. In case you wanted to, ya know, match or something.â
You wind your arm back, placing it in perfect formation to hit him in the head with the stapler. Mingi gets the message and scurries out of the door, leaning his head back in for a split second to whisper, âSee you later, beautiful.â He winks at you and you groan but heâs gone now and thereâs no one left to take your anger out on.
As the last few visitors trickle out you find yourself sitting in the silence of the library, that blue sticky note calling your name. You pick it up, swearing youâll toss it in the trash but you only stare at it, reading the address over and over again. Some stupid frat party with a bunch of stupid boys at some frat house on the edge of campus. Why would you ever waste your time going to something like that? And who does he think he is insinuating that youâd even want to match with him? Anyway, you only have one good black dress and youâre sure it doesnât even fit anymore. It isnât even worth tryingâŠis it?
âIâm telling you, this girlâs gorgeous and sheâs super smart too. She knows everything about books and stuff, like, you can ask her anything and she just knowsâ Mingi rambles, grabbing another beer from the fridge.Â
âBecause itâs her jobâ Yunho teases, leaning against the kitchen counter.Â
Mingi pops the beer open, flicking the metal top into a nearby trash can, âAnd how did she get that job? Because sheâs smart.â
âYou know, I donât think Iâve seen him like this over a girlâŠeverâ Jongho says, stealing Mingiâs beer for himself.
âWell I think itâs cute. Mingiâs got a girlfriendâ Wooyoung sings, making cute little hearts with his fingers.
âSheâd be his girlfriend if she didnât hate his gutsâ Yunho mumbles half heartedly.Â
Mingi gasps, taking offense to that, âShe doesnât hate me, she just hasnât fully warmed up to me yet but she will.â
He looks around the kitchen and his friends all eye him skeptically. Mingi didnât say that with nearly enough confidence for them to believe him and the truth is that he barely believes himself but how does he tell his friends that? Heâs the one who girls drool over. Heâs never the one doing the drooling. He has a reputation at stake and here he is ruining it for a girl who probably wonât even show up tonight. But he canât bring himself to give up on you yet.Â
That first night after he met you he couldnât get you out of his head. He kept imagining that face, that body, under him, on top of him, next to him. Just the thought of you made him hard enough that touching himself was mandatory to ease his need for you. And the more he showed up to bug you the more fascinating he came to find you.
Yes, you were snippy but never enough to directly chase him away. You let him stick around long enough for glimmers of your true personality to show. Youâd made the terrible mistake of showing him how sweet you could be, how funny of a girl you are, and it only made things worse for both of you. More than having sex with you he wants to kiss you and hold your hand. He wants to tell you how pretty you are and not have you threaten him with a blunt object for it.Â
âNot to be that guy but when did you start likingâŠya know?â Jongho says, hoping that the others will know what he means without it coming off rude.
âChubby girls?â Wooyoung asks, making Yunho almost choke on his beer.Â
âYou canât just say thatâ Yunho coughs, grabbing a paper towel to wipe the beer from his lips.Â
Mingiâs eyes narrow, the question not quite setting right with him, âWhat does it matter?âÂ
âI mean, itâŠit doesnât. I swear it doesnâtâ Jongho stammers, looking anywhere but at Mingi.Â
Wooyoung shrugs, coming to Jonghoâs rescue, âIn his defense, weâve never seen you with one. Sheâs not your usual type.â
âSo, what? Just cause sheâs not my âtypeâ it has to be weird?â Mingi presses.Â
No one says anything, not a solitary word. They only stare at the doorway, their faces drained of any color. In the next room a party rages, in the kitchen an argument is ready to erupt, and there you stand in between the two hearing something you shouldnât have at a time you shouldnât have heard it.Â
âHmm, well, thank you for that. Iâm so happy everyone knows what I already didâ you say, laughing to avoid tears, âThank you for the invite, Mingi. Really.âÂ
Somethingâs said, youâre sure itâs by Mingi, but you canât hear it. Youâve gone numb to everything. Even the music blaring from the speakers a few feet from you feels like itâs playing from miles away. Desperate to outrun the tears stinging the corners of your eyes, you rush through the crowd of partiers in the living room and make your way outside.
The autumn air blows against your cheeks, cooling your tears as they begin to escape. You wipe them away, doing your best to look normal as you pass people headed into the party, but you canât seem to stop them from falling. You feel so stupid for ever believing that Mingiâs feelings for you were anything but a joke he could laugh about with his friends. His words ring in your ears as you approach your car, frantically digging through your purse for your keys. Not his type? Well he isnât yours either. Youâve never been too fond of assholes anyway.Â
âShitâ you hiss, the keys in your hand tumbling from your grasp the second you pull them out. You bend down to pick them up but someone snatches them away before you can. You spin around to find Mingi standing there, your keys jingling away as they twirl around his fingers.Â
âGive them backâ you demand, grabbing for your keys but he holds them up high just out of your reach.Â
âYouâre cryingâ he says and you can almost see his heart shatter, âCome back inside.â
âWhy? So you and your friends can make fun of me to my face this time?â you ask, still fighting for your keys back but to no avail.Â
Mingi frowns, âMake fun of you? We werenât making fun of you. Iâd never let anyone do that to you.âÂ
âSo, what? Just cause sheâs not my type it has to be weird?â you mock, feeling childish but justified considering the circumstances.Â
âI didnât mean it like that. I only meant that just because Iâve dated smaller girls that doesnât mean I canât like you and I do. I really, really like youâ he swears, âI love your body. I think itâs beautiful. Everything about youâŠIâm just obsessed with and all I wanna do is show you how special you are but you wonât let me and I donât understand why.â
Folding your arms across your chest, you stand on the sidewalk staring at Mingi like you hate him but itâs not him that you hate. Itâs the fact that you believe him. The tears have slowed now but your cheeks are still wet, black streaks of mascara beginning to run down your face. You drop your head, embarrassed by your mini breakdown, and Mingi swoops in, giving you a chest to lay your head on. His long arms wrap around you, locking behind your back to keep you close. Itâs your instinct to pull away but his embrace is too comforting and warm to abandon.Â
âIf you want me to leave you alone forever I promise I will. Iâll let you go and youâll never have to see me againâ he whispers, âBut if you stay I promise Iâll be good to you.âÂ
Your stomach sinks at the thought of never seeing him again. Day after day all youâve done is tell him to leave you alone but it never occurred to you how much itâd hurt if he actually did. âI donât want you to leave me aloneâ you admit, your face emerging from the black abyss of his shirt, âThatâs, like, the exact opposite of what I want you to do.â
Mingi cups your face, his thumb stroking the curve of your cheek, âGood because I wasnât actually gonna leave you alone. How can I when you look like this? Youâre even a pretty crier. Howâs that possible?â
Youâve always managed not to blush when Mingiâs said things like thisâat least not when heâs aroundâbut you donât stop yourself this time. You donât even make the tiniest attempt at hiding how utterly giddy you are over his comments.Â
âOoh, is that a smile I see?â he gasps, immediately making you regret it. You motion to hit him in the arm but he grabs you by the wrist, slipping his hand into yours as he leads you back towards the house. âLetâs go upstairs and Iâll clean you up then we can talk more, okay?â
Mingi looks back at you and you could swear that time stands still. This isnât where you thought youâd be on a Friday night, walking through a frat party hand in hand with one of the most popular guys on campusâwith Mingi. Heâs guiding you up the stairs, looking at you like youâre the prettiest girl in the world and for the first time, somewhere deep down inside, youâre beginning to feel like it.Â
Before you left the house tonight you swore that you wouldnât become some frat party cliche. Mingiâs hot, thereâs no doubt about it, but there was no way youâd wind up bent over some bed with your panties around your ankles.
You were actually right about that. Youâre not bent over some bed, youâre laying across it, and your panties arenât around your ankles, theyâre tossed off to the side of the bed, blending in with the pile of black clothing you collectively shed before you found every inch of Mingiâs cock stuffed inside of you. You came up here to talk, that was it, and in your defense you did talk. You were vulnerable with each other, you opened up about your feelings, and the next thing you knew your tongues were so far in each otherâs mouths that you could feel it in your throats.Â
Mingiâs kiss is sweeter than you imagined. Itâs the kind of kiss you could get lost in it. Even now, after heâs been kissing your lips raw for the last half hour, you find yourself wanting more. Youâre so wrapped up in him, so completely consumed by the ecstasy of having him inside of you, that you arenât even focused on the fact that youâre naked. You canât begin to care if you look good or not when your bodyâs flush with heat, feeling the best it has in your entire life.
But you do look good. Nothing in Mingiâs wildest dreams could compare to how beautiful your body actually is. His hands explore your curves, discovering those spots he knows will come to be his favorites. That squishy belly of yours that pokes out just a bit more when he massages your sides. Those pillowy thighs that seem even thicker when he presses them to your chest. Those breasts that bounce softly against his face while heâs sucking at your bud.
âYouâre so fucking amazing, babyâ Mingi whispers, licking his way over the hills of your breasts to bring his lips to yours. âI do have a type. You know itâs you, right?â
âIs that so?â you tease, trembling at every stroke of his cock between the slickness of your walls. You run your fingers through his hair, your back arching against the mattress so much that youâre sure youâd float away if the weight of Mingiâs body werenât pinning you down.
Mingi kisses you like a starved man whose hunger can only be satisfied by the taste of you. âMmm, canât you tell?â he hums between sloppy kisses, âCanât you feel it?âÂ
He snaps his hips into you and you let out a moan that makes you grateful for the loud music blaring downstairs. Keeping his lips locked to yours, one hand gripping your hip and the other cradling your face, he thrusts into you harder. Hard enough to make the bed creak. Hard enough to make your walls clench tighter. Hard enough to have you tugging his hair, moaning between his lips while your decadent juices drip down his length.
Mingi groans, holding you even tighter as the head of his cock rides the ridges of your sweet spot. Your insides are so spongy and wet, clenching around him just right. Thereâs no way he can go back to masturbating after this. The thought of you wonât be enough. Fantasies are absolutely nothing compared to what itâs like to truly feel you under him and around him.Â
âMingi, mmm, gonna cumâ you whimper, your eyes wide and glossy as you look up at him.Â
You sound so cute when you say it that he loses his sanity for a second, his hips stuttering before picking up the rhythm again. Mingi slips both hands behind your neck, deepening the kiss as he bottoms out completely. Heat pools behind your belly, spreading through your body until youâre sure flames are dancing at your fingertips. Your body tenses, a weak little moan falling from your lips before your vision goes blurry and your high washes over you.Â
âThatâs it, good girlâ Mingi coos, basking in the warmth enveloping him, âSo pretty when you cum all over my cock. Always so pretty.âÂ
Your walls are pulsing, fluttering wildly around his swollen cock. Your cum just pours down him, making every movement slippery wet. He canât take it anymore. He couldnât hold back even if he tried.Â
âAah, fuckâ he hisses, pulling out of you just in time to paint your inner thighs in white, leaving ropes of cum dripping dangerously close to your core.Â
Completely destroyed by your orgasm, youâre plastered to the bed and can only watch as Mingi catches his breath, immediately going to work planting kisses all over your body. He kisses the places you love and the places you hate. He worships them all with his lips because to him theyâre perfect in every way.
You surrender yourself to the reality of that, letting the lingering adoration from each kiss sink into your skin. Mingiâs yours, he has been since he first laid eyes on you in that library, all you ever had to do was let yourself have him.Â
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Revenge - Tommy Shelby
Summary: Reader takes personal offense over Sabiniâs attack on Tommy
Warnings: arranged marriage, graphic depictions of violence, reader leaves a message written in blood, smut, creampie, light degrading, oral smut (f receiving), overstim, p in v, let me know if I missed any
Notes: I made this text post about protective reader and decided to write it lmfao. I want Tommy with a feral woman. Thank you to @slut4thebroken for proof reading, encouragement, and suggestionsđ
MDNI, 18+ only
You werenât quite sure how it had happened.
Scratch that.
You knew exactly how it had happened.
Your father and Tommy had worked out a deal when Sabini had first started trying to intimidate your father. A bride in exchange for protection and both of them walked away with extra allies when the inevitable war against Sabini broke out. Youâd protested the marriage at first, screaming that you were more than just a political pawn for your father to sell when he needed help, but it went through anyway.
You had to admit, it wasnât the worst thing that couldâve happened. Sure, Tommy was distant and seemed obsessed with work, but you knew you couldâve ended up in a much worse situation. He treated you with respect, never let you open a door on your own if he was around, always had a protective hand rested in the small of your back, and⊠the sex was great.
Perhaps the thing you appreciated the most, was that he didnât expect you to become the housewife you had feared you would be reduced to. You were your fatherâs only child, meaning when he died, you would become leader of his gang. You were a gangster the same way Tommy was and he seemed to realize that and respect it. You helped out with the daily runnings of the Peaky Blinders and helped with the daily runnings of your fatherâs gang at the same time. They both recognized your potential and werenât afraid to use it.
It wasnât until you were sitting in a family meeting about a year after your marriage that you realized you had grown to feel more than just okay with the marriage.
Tommy was a closed off individual and through the entire year you had been married, you felt like you were just starting to finally get to know the real him. You never pried because he never pried in your life. If you had general questions, neither of you were afraid to ask them, but anything more was left up for the person to tell. You had more questions than answers still, specifically about the matching scars on his cheeks, but you didnât dare ask. He hadnât asked about the scar that ran from your right shoulder blade down to your spine, so you didnât ask about his scars.
It was a common occurrence for Esme, Ada, and Polly to sit with you at one of the desks in the betting shop, whispering things to you during family meetings to fill in any gaps and answer any questions you may have had.
âAlfie has informed me that the Sicilians are being provided aid by Sabini, in the form of cars and housing,â Tommy started, causing Arthur to let out a loud groan of frustration.
Before you could get dragged into hearing any more of it, you turned your head to Esme who was sitting next to you.
âSabiniâs a prick, I know that, but what has he done to us?â You asked quietly, your eyes still flickering back-and-forth between Tommy and the rest of his family as they spoke about what to do next.
Esme began explaining exactly what Sabini had done. How he and five other men came after Tommy in the dark of night, how heâd ripped out a tooth, sliced his cheeks, and beat him to an inch of his life.
The rage that settled inside of you was your first hint that you had grown to genuinely care for Tommy as more than just a friend and (amazing) fuck buddy. Your jaw remained clenched and set for the rest of the meeting, but as soon as the meeting was called to end, you wiped the look from your face and forced a calm expression to take over.
You stood up and walked over to Tommy, forcing a small smile to your lips,
âIâm not really feeling all that well. You go with your brothers for a drink, Iâm just going to head back home, okay?â You said, meeting his eyes so he wouldnât have a reason to not believe you.
Tommyâs eyebrows furrowed together as he tried to look for any sign you were lying. You had been fine that morning and fine two hours prior when you sat down for the meeting, but he had no reason to believe you were lying so he simply nodded, placed a hand on the small of your back to pull you closer to him, and kissed your forehead.
âI wonât be out long. Ask Frances for anything you need, okay, love?â
You nodded and the forced smile turned to a genuine one,
âI will, promise,â you told him before stepping away from him and waving goodbye to the rest of the family.
Yes. You had truly gotten lucky when it came to who you had been forced to marry.
The entire ride back to the Arrow House, you were silent and going over your plan in your head. You knew youâd have to earn Tommyâs trust back after this, but you didnât particularly care. You were a force of nature on your best day. You were lethal when you were angry.
Once you arrived back, you immediately headed upstairs to yours and Tommyâs shared room. The marriage may have started off with the two of you in separate rooms, âIâm called the devil, but that doesnât mean Iâm some sort of monster. You can sleep in your own room until youâre comfortable sharing a bed,â but it didnât take more than a couple weeks for you to eventually join him in bed.
Damn those blue eyes, full lips, and that jawline.
You grabbed a small bag and threw the first set of clothes you laid hands on into it, then, much more carefully, a dress. You grabbed everything else you needed and headed to Tommyâs office next.
Iâll be back soon. Iâm sorry for lying, but Iâll be back.
You signed the note and left it in the center of his desk where you knew he would see it, held down by his ashtray.
As quickly as you had entered the house, you left it, getting right back into the car with the driver Tommy had employed for you. You told him the name of a hotel in London that you knew was just outside of anyoneâs territory.
The drive seemed to pass by too quickly and soon you were saying goodbye to the driver and sending him home for the night. It was barely 7 in the evening when you got up to your room.
âIf there is a God, please let me get through this. Iâll make it up to you⊠somehow,â you said quietly.
The beading on the dress swayed loudly around your body as you pulled the dress on. The pins in your hair seemed to be extra noticeable against your scalp. The straps on your shoes pressed into your skin more than usual. The blade held against your thigh and hidden by your dress seemed to refuse to warm up. Your left hand felt entirely too light with your ring missing.
You knew it was only your mind playing tricks on you. Youâd worn this outfit before and it had always turned heads, which is exactly what you wanted.
You needed Sabini to notice you.
You greeted the cab driver politely as you stepped in and ignored the way his eyes seemed to follow you a bit too closely.
The doors of the club were held open for you and you made your way to the bar and took a seat, knowing you were just playing a waiting game now.
You could feel eyes on you. The wife of Thomas Shelby in Sabiniâs club, hours away from Birmingham, far out of Peaky Blinders territory or her fatherâs territory. You stuck out like a sore thumb, even if you would have blended in during any other scenario.
It felt like an eternity passed before you finally saw the man that made your blood boil, but one glance at the clock above the bar told you it hadnât even been an hour.
âYou seem lost. I thought we had made it clear that your kind werenât welcomed here,â Sabini said once he was in front of you.
A charming smile graced your lips and you looked up at him,
âMy kind?â You questioned, playing innocent.
âYes. Your kind. Youâre the wife of Thomas Shelby and I donât appreciate him ignoring the last warning I gave him and sending you-â
âI wasnât sent here,â you stopped him, lifting your left hand and pushing a piece of hair that hadnât fallen back behind your ear, âand Iâm not really a Shelby or a Blinder, am I?â
His eyes were drawn to your hand and noticed the lack of a ring you wore and he quirked an eyebrow at you.
âIs that so? I was under the impression the two of you were lovebirds.â
You pulled your bottom lip between your lips and looked away, trying to come off as shy. When you looked back up to him, you hoped the look on his face meant he was intrigued and believing you.
âPerhaps we could talk about it somewhere else⊠somewhere private?â You asked him, batting your eyelashes as you did so.
Gods help you. The smirk he gave you made your stomach twist and you wanted nothing more than to wipe it off his face, but patience was something youâd adopted a lot of.
âAllow me to show you to my office then,â he said, offering you a hand which you forced yourself to take.
He guided you through the club and towards the back. Some amount of luck seemed to be on your side as his office was behind the stage and provided some cover for any noise you might make. Even more so as you noticed a window just large enough for you to be able to crawl out of.
Once the door was shut behind you, he sat down behind his desk and motioned for you to take a seat in one of the chairs on the opposite side.
âTrouble in paradise, I take it,â Sabini said as he poured you both a drink.
âIt was never paradise to begin with,â you replied, thanking him for the drink and taking a sip.
You had grown used to Tommyâs Irish whiskey and the bourbon he gave you wasnât nearly as smooth going down.
âWas it not? From what Iâve heard, you two have quite the fairytale. Gang leaderâs daughter married off to another gang leader, uniting two empires.â
âThatâs not the way I see it,â you lied.
âAnd how do you see it?â
âA desperate father sold off his daughter to a desperate gang leader in an attempt for the both of them to gain more power and disregarded the womanâs wishes,â you replied simply, shrugging your shoulders.
âAnd so youâve come to London for what?â Sabini questioned, wanting to hear you say it.
âBecause I think we can help each other, Mr. Sabini,â you said, downing the rest of the bourbon and standing up.
His eyes followed your movements, his eyes trailing up your body before resting on your legs again.
âAnd how do you think we could help each other?â He asked.
You moved to stand in front of him, placing one leg over the side of his and straddled him, placing your arms around his neck.
âThey trust me, Mr. Sabini. They donât suspect me of anything,â you started. The shiver of disgust that rolled up your spine due to his hands trailing up the back of your thighs was one he apparently took as excitement as he gripped slightly at the backs of them, âI can tell you everything and, in return, I get out of my marriage once theyâre all gone.â
âThey donât even realize the ticking time bomb theyâve got in their fingertips, do they?â He asked and a chuckle left your lips as a genuine smirk took over.
âThey donâtâŠâ you said, trailing your hands down his chest and then up your thigh, trying to make the move appear seductive. Your fingers wrapped around the hilt of your knife, âand neither do you, apparently.â
His eyes widened and he realized the trap he had walked into at the same time as you pressed the blade of the knife to his neck.
âIâd say that if you ever threaten my husband or our family again, youâll regret it, but you wonât be,â you told him, unable to resist pausing for a touch of dramatic effect before adding on, âNever fuck with a Shelby.â
In the next second, you were quickly slicing the knife across his neck and flinching back as his blood coated you.
You knew your next move was morbid, but you couldnât bring yourself to care. It had been morbid for him and five other men to attack your husband when he was alone. It was morbid for him to rip out his tooth. It had been morbid for him to slice his cheeks. It was just as morbid for you to quickly and quietly clear off his desk, dip your fingers into his blood, and leave a bloodied message across his desk.
Revenge is a scorned Shelby
As soon as the message was written, you grabbed one of the coats from the coat rack and slipped it on, then crawled out of the window. The coat was long enough to cover all of the bloodied mess that was now your dress.
Sabini is dead.
That seemed to be the only thing you could think of as you were driven back to the Arrow House. It wasnât the first time you had killed a man and you knew it wouldnât be last.
But you hadnât told anyone about this time. You hadnât told anyone your plan, where you were going, or why you were doing it. You had also just started a war.
You werenât surprised to see almost every light in the house still on when you arrived, and you made sure to slip the cab driver a little extra for the long drive.
You hadnât risked staying in London longer than you needed to. You had gone into your hotel room, grabbed your bag, and promptly left, only taking the time to slip your wedding ring back on when you were in the cab.
When you stepped into the house, Tommy was in the hallway. All he saw as you stepped in the door was you, in another manâs coat, your wedding ring still on your finger, but your hair and makeup done much differently than it had been you had left.
You stayed silent as you stared at him with nervousness written on your face.
He put out his cigarette and quirked an eyebrow at you, a silent prompt for you to explain yourself.
Your silent explanation was to undo the tie on the coat and let it fall to the floor, revealing your blood stained dress.
âI need a fucking drink for this one,â Tommy grumbled, motioning for you to follow him. He guided you to his office and poured both of you a drink, handed you your glass, then sat down in his office chair. âWhat the fuck did you do?â
âDo you want the short version or the long version?â You asked, a smirk on your face as he looked up at where you still stood across the room.
Despite himself, he couldnât help but chuckle and shrug his shoulders,
âHumor me. Short version first,â he told you.
âAbout a year ago I got married, and tonight I started a war.â
Tommy leaned forward, resting his elbows on his desk and running a hand over his face, âLong version.â
âAbout a year ago, I got married. Over the past year my husband has been nothing but a respectful gentleman, making it nearly impossible for me not to fall for him when you combine it with his fucking blue eyes that could bring the devil to his knees,â you started, feeling the hint of a blush creep into your cheeks, which you knew he noticed by the way his eyes flicked to your cheeks and then back to your eyes, âthen today we had a meeting with his family where he mentioned Sabini. When I asked, his sister-in-law told me about what Sabini had done to him. About how my husband had been beaten to an inch of his life and brutalized, leaving him permanently scarred, and I knew I had to make the bastard pay.
âSo, I lied to my husband and said I didnât feel well. I went home, packed a bag, left him a note saying Iâd be back, and went to London. I rented a hotel room where I changed into a fancy dress and did my hair and makeup, then I wrapped a knife to my thigh and slid my wedding ring into my bag and went to The Eden Club. News of a Shelby woman spread quickly and Sabini showed up to question me within an hour. I lied to Sabini, told him that I didnât want to be a Shelby and that I had never wanted to be one. He took me back to his office and I sat on his lap and made him think I was about to cheat on my husband when I slit his throat and made sure he knew it was because of what heâd done to my husband. I left a message on his desk, went back to the hotel, grabbed my bag, and then headed back to our house.â
Silence filled the room for a long moment as Tommy stared at you. His eyes were unreadable as he watched you.
âWhat did the message say?â He suddenly asked.
âRevenge is a scorned Shelby.â
âNothing about the Peaky Blinders?â He asked curiously, tilting his head slightly.
âNo.â
âNo?â
âNo.â
âWhy not?â
âIt wasnât Peaky business,â you answered confidently, watching him just as closely as he watched you as he stood from his chair and came to stand in front of you.
âWas it not?â He questioned, taking the untouched glass of whiskey from your hand and setting it on the desk before turning back to stare you down.
âNo. It was Shelby business, but not Peaky business.â
âExplain.â
âHe didnât just harm a Peaky Blinder. He harmed a Shelby, my Shelby.â Your gaze was unwavering as you held eye contact with him. You wanted him to know you meant your words. He was yours, and the protective touches on your back when you were in public and the way he intimidated and glared at any man who tried approaching you was all the proof you needed to know that you were his.
âSo Iâm your Shelby?â He asked as he took a step towards you and continued to do so until you pressed against the office door.
âYes.â
âAnd that means youâre mine?â He questioned, his hands now pressed against the wall on either side of your head.
You could feel that you were walking into some sort of trap, but you didnât have a way out of it right now. All you could do was be honest.
âYes.â
âThen you should know something about what it means to be mine.â
âWhatâs that?â You asked, your breathing getting shorter as he lowered his face so it was level with yours.
In a second his hands were on your waist and he had you picked up against the wall with legs instinctively wrapping around his hips.
âMy Shelby is to never come home wearing another manâs coat again,â he said, pressing his lips to yours in a rough kiss.
You donât know what reaction you had expected from him, but being pinned to his office door and him kissing you hadnât been one you had thought of. Your shock wore off after half a second and you returned the kiss as your arms wrapped around his neck to keep him close.
âYouâre not mad?â You asked against his lips.
âAt you starting a war?â He questioned, leaning down and beginning to trail kisses hastily down your neck.
âYes,â you replied, leaning your head back to give him more access.
âLivid,â he said with no hint of joking in his voice.
âThis is quite the punishment,â you replied sarcastically. A moan fell from your lips as he nipped at your pulse point.
âOh, Iâm livid,â he said, looking up at you, âbut also extremely turned on at the thought of my wife slicing a manâs throat over me and coming home still covered in his blood.â
You werenât given a chance to respond before he was kissing you again. Your hands came down to his tie, pulling it loose before starting to work at the buttons of his waistcoat.
He didnât bother setting you down, only turned the two of you around and walked you over to the couch in the office. He laid you down on it and then pulled the waistcoat off before leaning back down between your legs and kissing you again once. His lips started trailing down your neck again while your hands went to undo the buttons of his shirt.
âSomeoneâs impatient tonight,â he teased as nipped at your skin again.
âYouâre the one who pinned me to the door after I revealed I killed a man for you,â you replied in the same teasing tone as him. You undid the last button of his shirt and pushed the fabric off his shoulders, his undershirt following a second later.
He reached his hand to the side of your dress and unzipped it, pulling the fabric down your body while his hands grabbed hold of your underwear, stockings, and garters in the same move and pulled them off, leaving you completely naked underneath him.
He stared and looked over your body a moment longer before running his hands up your thighs and giving a gentle tap to your thigh,
âUp,â he said, causing your eyebrows to furrow in confusion.
You did as told though and sat up, leaving him enough room to lay on his back and pull you up to straddle him,
âWas killing a man not enough work?â You teased, not actually minding if he was going to have you ride him. At least it meant you wouldnât be subjected to him teasing you when all you really wanted was for him to fuck you.
âThatâs cute,â he said sarcastically, gripping your thighs and attempting to pull you further up his torso, âthatâs not where youâre sitting tonight.â
The man was no stranger at using his mouth to make you see stars, but youâd never ridden his face before. You looked at him, the question obvious on your face.
âSeriously?â You asked even though you knew by his face that he was.
âSeriously. You were enough of a leader to go after Sabini, youâre enough of a leader to sit on my face. Up,â he repeated again while his grip on your thighs tried pulling you forward.
You did as you were told this time, shuffling forward until you were straddling his face. You werenât given a choice of when to sit as his hands came to your hips and pulled you down, forcing your full weight onto his waiting mouth.
If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was Thomasâ ability to use his tongue and lips in more than just outsmarting his enemies.
His tongue trailed through your lips, his hands keeping your hips in place, while his tongue slowly explored you at first.
It had only taken a couple weeks for you to crack and make the first move on Tommy, joining him in bed one night when youâd decided you could trust him, and youâd been insatiable and addicted to him ever since, though he never complained. Heâd spent the first couple times figuring out every move that made you tick and every name that made your cheeks flush and used them to his advantage at every turn.
His tongue was a gift with the way he knew exactly how to use it. He dragged it up and down between your folds, drinking in every bit of your arousal before focusing on your clit, alternating between quick flicks and long drags.
Tommyâs hands on your hips began guiding them, silently instructing you to take control. You didnât hesitate in going along with what he wanted you to do and began rocking your hips. One of your hands trailed to his hair while your other went to lay on top of one his that gripped your hip. You hadnât realized the volume of your moans until you felt the vibration of his moan against your clit.
Your hips jerked at the added stimulation and he hummed against you purposefully, his eyes never leaving you as your hips sped up, chasing your own high. Within moments you could feel it approaching and your grip on his hair and hand tightened, moans of his name falling from your mouth like a prayer.
âPlease, fuck,â you cried, whimpers falling from your lips, âTommy, TommyâŠâ
Your high crashed over you a moment later and you felt Tommyâs movements begin to slow down as you rode out your high, your chest rising and falling rapidly as you caught your breath.
You went to move off of him, but his grip on your hips tightened at the same time that his tongue started speeding up again.
Your moans of pleasure turned to whimpers of over stimulation and you squirmed against him, but he didnât let up. Your hips jerked as you tried moving away from him, but all it did was add to the stimulation.
You could practically feel him smirking underneath you as he continued on, watching as your eyes clenched shut and you relented yourself to letting him torture you so beautifully.
If it wasnât for the way your body was on edge from not being given any type of break after your first orgasm, you might have felt slightly ashamed at the way he was able to bring you to your second orgasm so quickly.
And then your third.
Tears were freely falling from your face when he finally slowed his movements to a stop and helped you to lay down on your back.
He trailed soft and slow kisses along your thighs and stomach to help bring you back down to earth. When his lips reconnected with yours, you returned the kiss, letting your eyes fall shut at the surprisingly tender moment.
âNext time you want to start a war, at least let me know your plans,â he said, causing you to open your eyes and be met with a smirk dancing across his lips, âand donât doubt my punishments.â
You couldâve smacked the smirk off his face if it wasnât for the fact he had turned your entire body into mush.
âThink you can be a good girl and handle one more?â He asked.
Your cheeks flushed at the praise and his hands moved to his belt and pants, pulling them off after you nodded your confirmation.
Once the rest of his clothes had been removed, he gently lifted your legs and positioned himself between them. He was gentle as he pushed inside you, but the smirk on his face from the way your voice cracked when you moaned was obvious.
The stretch was familiar at this point, but it didnât mean you didnât need the moment he gave you to adjust. When you nodded your head, he started moving.
Tommy knew your body like he knew his own after your time together. His hips immediately changed position as he started thrusting, making sure to hit the spot inside you that added to the ways your legs shook underneath him.
He leaned down and placed his elbows on either side of your head, capturing your lips in a kiss right as a moan parted through them. One of his hands came back to cradle the back of your head and his fingers tangled into your hair to keep you close to him.
His other hand went to one of your legs and pulled it up so it rested in the crook of his elbow, causing him to hit even deeper inside you.
The action caused you to let out a high pitched moan and you wrapped your arms around him. Your next moan broke the passionate kiss the two of you had shared while your nails raked down his back.
âWho do you belong to?â He asked, beginning to speed up the movements of his hips.
âY-you,â you moaned out, your back arching underneath him.
âSay my name. Who do you belong to?â He repeated.
âThomas Shelby,â you answered and dropped your head back.
âGood girl. Youâre my fucking wife,â he moaned out. He sat up, using one hand to keep your leg up in the same position while his other hand went to your already over sensitive clit, âall mine. No other man gets to touch you, look at you, or even fucking think of you. Itâs my cock that youâre whimpering over right now, and itâs the only cock youâll ever be whimpering over again.â
âIâm yours, Tommy,â you repeated, your voice breaking as moan after moan fell from your lips.
âThen cum for me. Be a good Shelby wife and make a fucking mess on my cock just like how you made a mess of this war tonight,â he commanded.
You didnât need any more encouragement from him as your fourth orgasm hit you, causing your back to arch again and your nails to run down his arms.
His moves start to become more sloppy and his pace sped up as he began to chase his own high, the feeling of your cunt squeezing around his cock only driving him closer to the edge.
âWant to feel you Tommy, please,â you moaned underneath him, âplease, cum inside me.â
âFuck,â he swore out. His hips pushing against yours as his high hit him and his arms came down to either side of your head again while he shoved his face into your neck, completely claiming you as his own while his cum filled you.
His hips slowed as he rode out both of your highs and your arms came to wrap around him, placing a gentle kiss on the side of his head you could reach.
Once the two of your breathing had slowed down to a normal pace, he moved to push himself up and your legs around his waist tightened along with your arms.
âDonât. Not yet,â you said in a quiet voice.
âIâm going to crush you, love.â He placed soft kisses along your shoulders between his words as he tried warning you.
âIâm a grown woman. Iâll tell you if itâs too much,â you replied and began running your nails softly along the shaved part of his head, knowing the motion worked on him every time.
âStubborn,â he falsely chided, but relented and relaxed back into your hold.
âLittle late to the party if youâve just worked that out.â Your reply causing both of you to chuckle. âRemind me to start more wars if it means you fuck me like that every time.â
His hand came down and gently slapped your thigh in response while a burst of quiet giggles left your lips.
âStubborn and a brat,â he teased, sitting up again and carefully sliding out of you.
âToo bad youâre stuck with me,â you responded with a smirk.
âI donât think of it that way,â he said as he stood up and wrapped his arms under your waist and legs before pulling you up into his arms.
âHow do you think of it?â You asked him as he carried you across the hall and into your shared room.
âI think Iâm lucky enough to be married to a woman who killed for me over a years-old attack even though weâd never even said that we loved each other.â He set you down in the middle of the bed before crawling in next to you and pulling you into his chest.
A bright blush rose to your face as he pointed out that you had never even said you loved each other, even though you had admitted to him earlier that you had fallen for him. You didnât know how to reply immediately and you turned in his arms to look up at him, his arms staying locked around your waist.
He didnât seem to expect you to reply though, because he leaned in to you, pressing his lips against yours. The kiss was tender and sweet, as if he was trying to communicate what your actions had meant to him without having the words to say it.
âI fell for you, too,â he finally admitted, âI donât know when it happened, but I know that I realized it tonight. The panic I felt to see your note and to see you come home covered in blood. The anger I felt over seeing you another manâs jacket. The way I felt when you revealed what you had done and whyâŠâ He trailed off, looking down at you and seeming to try and memorize every part of your face, âYouâre mine.â
âIâm yours and youâre mine,â you replied, leaning up to kiss him.
âIâm yours and youâre mine.â
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It was always so strange to hear adults argue.
Grown up fights never seemed quite the same as the trivial spats her and Dipper sometimes had. They were similar in some aspects, yes; Adults and children weren't as different as people liked to think. Mabel had seen adults verbally lash at one another with vicious words just as low hanging and petty as the ones she'd sometimes see kids the same age as her use. Adults arguing was essentially just a louder, angrier version of children fights.
And yet, there was somehow... more to it. Grown up arguments always seemed to weigh so much heavier in the air, and for so much longer than she'd ever thought possible.
Sometimes, the weight would leave quick and early, practically gone by the next morning. However, occasionally, the weight would stay; and grow heavier, and heavier over the years. Until it came to a point when the weight was nothing but a choking, stifling presence that seemed to fill every room in the house and buzz deafeningly in your ears like an unpleasant static that made your head pound.
Then, one day, the pressure would burst with a loud yell, a slam, and a bang, and start building up all over again. It was a cycle Mabel was much familiar with.
Her Grunkle Ford's "Mystery Shack" didn't have that air.
The shack's air smelled like burnt out candles and cheap discount Halloween fake blood, with a hint of real blood underneath the stinging scent of old wood and aged parchment. It wasn't necessarily a very nice air, certainly not in any way the fresh, crisp, clean air of the streets of Piedmont, but it smelled more like home than she'd ever felt back in California. It just smelled like... Grunkle Ford.
She liked her Grunkle Ford. He was super weird; with an even weirder Uncle as his roommate. He checked her and Dipper's arms and legs every morning "just in case someone broke in at night to steal a sample of their bloods"; he despised overly sweet foods (baffling, truly); and he had exactly 27 locks installed on the front and back door respectively that he could unlock all in under a minute with his really fast extra fingers. He reminded her a little of Dipper on some occasions, no matter how much the latter liked to deny the similarities (although, bar the demonic obssession).
However, last night, the air suddenly grew heavy.
Grunkle Ford had a fight.
Mabel hadn't heard it, and she hadn't seen it, but she knew there had been one. She was an expert recognizing the signs; she could always tell.
When she had awoken that late morning, the stuffy summer air had taken an even more sour note than usual, and had become a touch heavier than it should have been. Either that meant Grunkle Ford had just recently finished up a ritual, or a particularly rowdy argument had taken place; and Mabel knew that Grunkle Ford only performed his rituals between 2 to 4 AM, when he thought the twins were well asleep.
It was strange, to feel that same heavy air push down upon her temples and pound that same painful rhythm of a mounting headache as it used to do so often back when Mabel was in California. It had already happened a few times at the shack, but this one felt... heavier, than usual. She didn't think she would have to encounter the discomforting weight again this summer, away from her parents. Yet here she was. Aching.
She knew Gunkle Ford and Uncle Bill fought and bantered. With Bill being a permanent resident trapped within her Grunkle's mind, she couldn't imagine how they wouldn't. She didn't think even she could keep her cool if she had Uncle Bill as her brain roommate 24/7.
In any case, their interactions in front of the twins were mostly a mixture of exasperated resignation, or irritated tolerance, mostly from Grunkle Ford. Their occasional volleying exchanges of vitriol doused insults and words were short lived, and brief most of the time, especially when in front of the kids. They were nothing like the long, loud ones that could go on for hours back at her house in Piedmont.
Even so, there were some times when Mabel would see Grunkle Ford late in the evening, red faced and tight fisted, stomping down to the basement and disappearing into his lab there with a deafening slam of the rickety wooden door. She recognized that slam. He didn't want the twins to hear the argument.
Even if they could hear anything, what little they could glean always seemed to be only side of the argument, with Grunkle Ford yelling curses at Uncle Bill inside his head. She always did wonder what happened inside Grunkle Ford's head. Although, she wasn't sure if she wanted to know the answer. She couldn't imagine the state of the mind of someone who sometimes forgot to eat or sleep for almost a full week until someone reminded him.
The entire day passed with that same, tense air choking the atmosphere. Dipper had dragged Mabel and himself to some adventure in the forest, but it seemed to her that he was just trying to find excuses to stay out of the shack for the time being. Even he seemed to feel the unnerving heaviness of the air.
That night, underneath her sheets, Mabel pulled out the worn and well used wooden art mannequins Dipper and Grunkle Ford seemed to keen on using to summon Bill rather than their own shadows. With her trusty golden glitter pen (that she knew Uncle Bill loved despite what he claimed), she gently drew a closed eye upon the blank wooden face of the little model.
The eye opened, and she spoke:
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call it quits or call it destiny | h. umemiya.
âź tags ; afab + fem!reader(she/her pronouns, referred to as a girl, gets dressed up by tsubaki and kotoha), reader gets their hair braided (no desc of texture) and puts on makeup, lore heavy reader backstory + personality, deliquent!reader, gap moe, best friends to lovers, idiots to lovers, themes of insecurity, mutual pining,the use of she/her for tsubaki, jealousy, confessions, loss of virginity, creampies / unprotected sex, oral (f!recieving), fingering, 18+
âź wc ; 13.9k (dont. don't say anything)
âź a/n ; me when i completely lose my mind because i have a weekend off. whats wrong with me.
anyways. there's no major triggers for this but be forewarned reader is meant to be very rag-tag deliquent type. she has a strong personality and generally is not feminine. she is like a mangy street cat a bit. also if u want u should listen to easily by bruno major while reading.
âź synopsis ; you've been quietly pining for umemiya for a little over ten years with no plans of confessing.
you did not have a plan for what you would do if umemiya confessed to you first.
Once a day, everyday - Umemiya will come into your store, pause, smile, and confess his love to you before going off on his own. Â
And once a day, everyday, you reject this confession with a soft huff telling him to quit being stupid before shooing him away. Â
It's become a ritual. A fixture in your daily routine that you're not allowed to ignore despite how hard you're trying. Â
He's been doing it for three months, more or less.Â
His reason for confessing everyday? Because heâs waiting on the day you confess back, of course. Which you've refused to do for the last few months and will continue to refuse for as long as youâve got. Â
It's not because you don't like him, alright?Â
You've known Umemiya since middle school and you've liked him for about the same time. One of the core memories of your childhood is the day you met him, crying while sitting on a swing-set, after what felt like the worst day of your life.Â
( On the day you run away from home, you seriously consider not going back. Â
You donât really know how long you sit there. People walk by but most of them move on quickly. Itâs mid-day before anyone bothers to stop and ask you something. Â
 "I've never seen you around before.â A strange looking boy approaches, friendly and unassuming but not entirely cheerful âDid you just move here?" Â
You keep quiet, closing your eyes and hoping your lack of response is enough to push him away. Your hope fizzles out when you hear the swing creak as he sits besides you.Â
"I'm Umemiya Hajime. I live close by." His voice is airy and causal. "I'm sorry you're having a bad day.â Â
"Fuck off," You reply bluntly, frowning. âI donât need sympathy. Leave me the hell alone.â Â
He pauses before pushing himself slightly forward to barely swing. Â
âI couldnât leave you alone while youâre sad,â He voices willfully. "It might make you feel better to talk about it."Â
In disbelief at his response, you finally look up and asses him properly. It doesnât do much to change your initial unfavorable impression. White hair, blue eyes and a little taller than you. Youâre definitely about the same age. All of that to say, thereâs something weird about him that you canât quite place. Â
Despite his manner and way of speaking though, you donât actually think heâs that weak which makes his whole aura even more unnerving to you. His attempt at being non-threatening doesnât work for him. Heâs being a real try-hard about trying to make you comfortableâŠÂ
Either way, heâs got an air about him that puts you on the defensive. Â
 Talking to someone about it had never been much of any option, and somehow it pisses you off that heâs being so brazen about it. Â
Maybe if you tell him about, heâll stop prying into your business. Or maybe youâre just looking for excuses to let off steam.Â
You don't care anymore. You wipe your nose with the back of your sleeve. Â
"I don't live here and I didnât move. I ran away." You reply. Â
He keeps looking at you, curious, inquisitive and sympathetic. Â
"Why?"Â Â Â
"I broke a girls nose." You scowl. The words rise up in your throat like bile. Make you feel cornered. The wounds too fresh. "Itâshe bullied me for years for one. And I never fought back, it was all petty bullshit anyway and I didn't like getting calls home. I didn't care about that but sheâit wasn't for nothing. She was causing trouble for Sensei."Â Â
Umemiya keeps to himself, humming in response to your troubles. Your voice breaks on your next sentence, chest tightening. Â
"It doesn't matter what she does to me butâ" Your hands ball up at your first. Your throat feels thick, eyes suddenly watering as your chest throbs . "Anyway, I couldnât let it go like normal."Â Â
He hums. "So you hit her?"Â
You shake your head, sniffling. "Not at first. Just told her to shut up. Said that she didn't know what she was talking about. She hit me first..." You screw your eyes shut, sighing. "...said she was gonna spread rumors about him just trying to get under my skin and be malicious,â You lean back slightly and look up towards the gray sky. âI punched her after that."Â Â
You realize he's looking at your bloodied knuckles, but he isn't making an expression that you can read easily. You donât remember the last time you spoke to someone like this who wasnât Tsukimori-sensei. Â
"Are you crying because you got in trouble?"Â Â
âWho cares about that?â You sigh âSensei had to put his job on the line and take responsibility for me,â Your brow furrows in frustration. âHeâs the one person I donât want to cause trouble for,â You grip the iron chains of the swing set with a closed fist and finally admit what youâve been avoiding to say out loud. âI donât want him to hate meâŠâ Â
The kid besides you smiles absently at your words. Half-way between listening and recalling something else, it seems like. You canât help but wonder what the hell his deal is. You barely know him but youâre spilling your guts.Â
He speaks after a long while. "I don't think he sees it that way. I think you should try to talk to him about it."Â Â
You make a face, rejecting the idea. "What? No way."Â
Umemiya shrugs, smiling - though it doesn't quite meet his eyes. Â
"He sounds like he cares about you. If he knew your reasons, there's no way he would hold it against you. And itâs important to share your burdens with people who care for you." You look over and see him smiling somberly at the mulch beneath his shoes before returning back to what youâve grown to know as his usual self. "Anyways, I think we should be friends. Tell me your name."Â Â
You sniffle again. What a weird guy. Well you say that butÂ
You still give him your name.Â
"What a pretty name,"Â
When you tell him to shut up again, your new friend Umemiya just laughs. Â
And you find you feel just a little bit lighter.)Â Â
That night, Umemiya walked with you to take the last train and told you to come see him again with good news.Â
You aren't sure what compelled you to follow his advice. Maybe because he was the first person who sat down and listened to you about it other than Sensei himself.Â
Tsukimori-sensei was your school counselor and the only adult in your entire life that seemed to worry about. You didn't have any friends in middle school and you were a scary looking delinquent girl without a mother and a mostly absent father. Â
But Sensei was always incredible gentle to you and incredibly kind. And despite what rumors that girl tried to spread - he was never anything more than an important mentor. Â
It was fucking embarrassing crying in front of him but because you were honest - you got to keep in touch with him. He attended your middle school and high school graduation - supporting you as you started to sort your life out. Became the closest thing you ever really got to a parental figure. Â
Over time, you got close with Umemiya and developed strong loyalty to him. You attended an all-girls middle and high school the next town over - totaling one other friend in all six years of your remaining education. Lack of socialization meant that Umemiya somewhat became the very center of your existence.Â
It was easy to visit him thanks to parental neglect. You sort of melted into his life. Tsubaki once called you his guard dog as a half-joke, but there's some truth to the sentiment. Quick to defend, quick to heel, and always happy to see him. Â
You, like many people, owe Umemiya a lot. His meddling over the course of ten years gave you reason to push forward. He even encouraged you to try and attend school and not give up on living a half-decent life.Â
You've got a never-ending list of short-comings but being with him didn't make you hate yourself. It made you want to be better because you knew Umemiya would accept you for whoever you decided to be. Â
So despite your delinquency, you managed to graduate high school. Post-graduation, you attended a vocational culinary school and became a patisserie before moving to Furin for permanent residency. You opened a bakery and supply bread to Kotoha-chans diner. Â
You made something of your life mostly 'cause of Umemiya. He's not your only friend anymore but he's still your best. Even though you never really pictured things like dating or romance - in some way it only makes sense that it'd be that meddling, kind-hearted idiot that you end up falling for it. Â
Lovesickness aside, you respect Umemiya more than anyone in your personal life. Â
Heâs stuck around with someone like you this long after all. That means a lot to you. Â
Somehow the two of you mesh well despite being totally opposite. Â
You decided as soon as you realized it sometime in high school that you'd keep your feelings a secret for the rest of your life. You had a strong resolve in your beliefs about the whole thing which made it easy. You hid 'em so well even Sakura's stupid accurate romance detector didn't uncover them. Â
When you picture Umemiya's future - it was easy to picture the kind of woman he would end up with. Another kind-hearted idiot like him, a social butterfly. Someone a little softer. Â
In any case it definitely was not you. You didn't need it to be. You've received so much from him already, you never entertained the idea. Plus, Umemiya has dated other people over the years, so in your head there was never any hope to cling onto. Â
For all reasons listed above, a requited romance is at the very bottom of your expectations. Â
That's why you've been in this fucking conundrum. Â
To say it was a complete shock to you when Umemiya openly confessed to you many months ago would be understatement of the goddamn century. Â
He confessed right on the last day of Spring, totally out of the blue.Â
(Itâs a little unusual for Umemiya to call you at this hour. If it were anyone else, youâd be a little upset since youâve gotta be up around four-am to get prepared for the day. Â
Itâs him though so youâre particularly tolerant, yawning as you find Umemiya on a familiar swing-set, still wearing your PJâs. Â
"Why am I out here in the middle of the night with you?"Â Â
Your words lack any real malice as you sit down. Umemiya remains totally quiet. It's unusual for him to not immediately go on a tangent upon seeing you. Â
"Oi. Earth to Hajime." You frown at him. "Did ya get beat up before coming here and scramble your brain? Give me the popsicle before it melts."Â Â
He looks over at you and chuckles as he hands you the bag from the convenience store. You ignore his odd behavior and open up said popsicle before it melts - carefully splitting it down the middle and giving him the bigger side before going to town on your own. He takes it from you but doesn't even bring it up to his mouth. Â
Weird. Â
"Did something... happen? Like seriously happen?" You take a long lick of your iced treat. It's melon flavored, your favorite. "Seeing you frown doesn't feel right. Gives me the heebie-jeebies."Â Â
He cracks a little smile at that. It makes you feel better. He shakes his head. Â
"Mm, nothing happened. I just have something I want to tell you."Â Â
You nod in understanding. "'kay. Take your time."Â Â
He blinks, surprised. Â
"Hm? Aren't you gonna scold me for wasting your time?"Â Â
"Nah. Whatever it is must be serious if it's making you all introspective or whatever. 's fine. Bring me coffee tomorrow and I'll forgive ya."Â Â
His lip twitches up. "I l really like that about you."Â Â
You feel yourself flush and wave a hand at him. "Ahh, shut up."Â Â
He pauses for a second then shakes his head. "Mm. It's more like I like everything about you, actually."Â Â
You twist your face in confusion. "What are you on about now?"Â Â
"That's what I came here to tell you." Umemiya says after a deep breath. He says it so casually you wonder if you're mishearing him - leaning back to look up at the stars. "I really, really like you. I just felt like I had to tell you that"Â Â
You stare at him in disbelief. Â
"Whaâhuh?"Â Â
He doesn't even flinch as he repeats it. Â
"I like you."Â Â
"No the hell you don't."Â Â
He furrows his brow with a light laugh. "I just told you that I do, silly."Â Â
"But that'sâ" You don't say the word impossible. You really want too, but you know exactly how he would react if you did. You simply shake your head. "No, you don't."Â
"I thought you might respond like this so don't worry but how about you?" He shrugs then looks at you intently. "I thought you might like me too."Â Â
Your eyes go wide. Oh fuck. Â
You feel like a deer caught in headlights. You know you should be happy about this, deep down. That'd be the normal response. Â
But you just feel complicated as shit instead. Fuck does he mean? Umemiya.... likes you? There's just no way that's true. Not after all of this time. And how the fuck does he know you like him back when you've been keeping it in?Â
You can't bring yourself to look him in the face and lie. Your heart rises to your throat as you shakily stand to your feet. Â
"Stop...thinking whatever you've been thinking. I'm going home." You reply in complete panic.Â
 The minute you say it, you turn on your heel so you don't have to look at his face. You donât even want to know. Â
And before Umemiya can catch you and try to talk it out, you bolt.Â
What the fuck was that?)Â Â
For the last few months, you've been avoiding the topic of conversation as much as you humanly can. Â
The possibility of Umemiya even just accepting your feelings was already far beyond your imagination, but him returning them? Confessing first? That wasn't even in your realm of possibility. Â
Ever since then, you've been losing your mind trying to force your life and train of thought to go back to normal. Youâve done all of the math on it. Â
Realistically, you can't ignore him. Your lives are so mixed together it'd be impossible unless you went under protection and changed your name which you briefly considered. You thought of turning him down but youâre pretty sure you wouldnât be able to actually do it despite how good you are at keeping it in. Either way, your best option logistically is feigning ignorance and trying to keep the whole thing out of your mind entirely which should've been easy. Â
Tricking yourself into believing the whole thing was a dream? Lightwork. Â
Except. Except. Â
Umemiya just won't give up. Â
He confesses to you again every single day. Worse, he doesn't care whose around to hear him. No one in your friend group seems even the tiniest bit shocked by it which doesn't help the situation. You can't get used to it, can't get used to him being so fucking cheeky as he stops you midway through normal conversation to tell you he loves you. Â
He's persistent to a fault and while you've done well feigning immunity - you can't survive like this. Â
You've graduated to tell him to go away and treating the whole thing like some big joke. Â
But honestly?Â
You're avoiding having a proper conversation about it. Umemiya is especially keen in not letting you forget that. And determined to make you confess. Â
But you're not going to to let him sway you. Â
You've got principles, after all. Â
__Â Â
After you close up shop on Friday, you get dressed to attend a kickback with all of your friends. Â
It's a barbecue technically - commemorating the end of summer. Togame is really into grilling and in their weird domestic partnership, Chouji really enjoys hosting. They've done this once or twice a year ever since they started living together. Â
Once you've finished cleaning up the store, you take the train to Kotoha's place - mistakenly assuming you'd leave as soon as you got there. However you failed to realize that Tsubaki and Kotoha would be getting ready together. Â
You got jumped as soon as you walked through the door - so now you're wearing a different pair of clothes that Tsuabki got for you and waiting for them to finish getting you dressed up so you can leave. Â
Tsuabkino is inches from your face while Kotoha braids your hair. You feel itchy and exposed but with both of them here there's no way you're going to get out of wearing it.Â
"Can we just go?" You grumble, not enjoying the feeling of being poked and prodded. Â
"No," Tsubaki insists, frown making her expression pinch. "You have half an eyelash on. Sit still."Â
"He'll be happy to see you dressed up," Kotoha adds, trying to encourage you. You frown and look down. Â
"Whatever. I don't care about makin' him happy."Â Â
The both of them pause and stare at you until you fold under the pressure - screwing your eyes shut and making you flush. Â
âSuch a blatant lie.â Â
Tsubaki giggles. âRight?â Â
Your face feels hot. "Ahhh, alright already. Shut up."Â Â
"Honest girls are much cuter," Tsubaki coos. You give her a half-assed glare. Â
"Don't you like Hajime? Why're you trying to set me up with him still?" You mumble. You always think theyâd make a perfect pair. Â
"Of course I like him. He's my prince." She smiles at you. âBut itâs a little different to how a certain someone loves him. And well, if you knew the way he looked at youâŠ" Â
You frown, feeling hot all the way up to your ears as you ball your fists up and look down at your lap. "Whatever."Â
"You should stop trying to worm your way out of it," Kotoha adds, much less sweetly. "You know how he is. He couldn't give up on you for ten years like some idiot."Â Â
You blink. "Huh? But ten years would mean -"Â Â
Kotoha braids your hair even tighter making you wince. "I know. You're both stupid like that."Â Â
"Don't be mean, Kotoha-chan. And you, be a little more honest, okay?"Â Â
You sigh deeply.Â
"Ain't like anything is gonna happen either way. I already told you both I'm not accepting his confession,"Â
"Cause you're a huge wuss, yeah we know."Â Â
You elbow Kotoha lightly. Â
"Maybe nothing will," Tsubaki hums mischievously. "But it feels nice to dress up for him, right?" Â
You pretend the thought doesn't make your hear flutter. Â
Tsubaki does you the kindness of laughing lightly before moving on.Â
__Â Â
You arrive to the function an hour later than planned and stick mostly with Kotoha and Tsubaki until half way through the evening. Â
Loosening up with a few drinks, the three of you part ways to catch-up with different people. It's not rare you see them, but it's not often everyones schedules allow them to be in the same place. Â
Lucky for you, Umemiya does you the courtesy of not confessing during the first half of the night before food comes out. Â
(Though you do spit beer in his face after he calls you pretty, which he takes on the chin after cleaning up.)Â Â
After dinner, the function simmers down significantly. People quietly break off into groups and chat to each other into the late night. About that time people split whatever desserts they brought among guests. Â
You brought cookies and something specifically for Chouji and Togame as thanks for hosting. Â
Towards the end of the night, you find yourself sticking sort of close to Umemiya. Though he's having his own one-on-one conversation with Hiragi while sitting next to you , turned the other way. Â
You busy yourself catching up to Suo, Sakura and Nirei - all of whom you consider yourself close to. Â
Of them, you're the closest to Nirei which always surprises people.Â
The kids a total wimp but he helped you years ago study to graduate so you're a little closer to him than everyone else. He's a great guy though and you hang out alone sometimes too. Â
The conversations gone far left at this point in the evening. Â
Suo leans back against his chair and looks toward Sakura besides him with a lazy smile. Â
"Sakura-chan would make a great wife."Â
You snort listening to them bicker. Sakura grows beet red, throwing an empty beer can at Suo's head that he catches gracefully. Â
"Go die."Â Â
"What? You're good at domestic work and you have a cute side, Isn't that all you need?"Â Â
"Shut up. I'll kill you."Â Â
As Suo breaks out into laughs, Sugishita comes down from the kitchen just in time to catch the argument. He crinkles his nose up. Â
"Oh, Sugishita-kun. 'Sup."Â Â
He nods to your greeting as he leans against the wood railing of the outdoor deck. Â
"What the hell are you two talking about?"Â
'What? You mean about Sakura being a good wife?" Suo asks. Sugishita crinkles his nose.Â
"Don't phrase it so repugnantly but yeah I guess."Â
"We were talking about marriage 'cause I was complaining at work."Â Â
"What's happening at work?"Â
Nirei sighs as he lays it out again to Sugishita after having given the spiel to the three of you once. Â
"One of my superiors at work is a lot older than me and keeps bringing up marriage," Nirei explains woefully. "It's all he talks about. He thinks I'm seeing someone."Â Â
Sugishita frowns. "Eh? What gave him that impression?"Â Â
A good question you hadn't considered asking. Â
You raise your brow at Nirei who laughs awkwardly while he holds your gaze. Â
"You know that picture of us from highschool? When he came to the cafe at your school festival?"Â Â
You smile spitefully, crinkling your nose in faux distaste. "The one wear we wearing those stupid maid costumes?"Â Â
"Yup. That's the one. It's a good picture of us so I keep it on my desk and he saw it so..."Â Â
"You keep a picture of just the two of you on your desk? No wonder he got that impression.â Suo adds. Â
You sense Umemiya suddenly tense which you find weird. He's still talking to Hiragi though when you glance from the corner of your eye. You brush it off. Â
Nirei blushes, elbowing him. Â
"Shut up. I've got group pictures and stuff too. But he just singled out that one cause you know,"Â Â
You nod in understanding before it dawns on you. Your eyes widen. "Oh, shit? Does that old man think you're dating me?"Â Â
Nirei closes his eyes and sighs. "He won't even let me correct him."Â
You pause before breaking out into genuine laughter. Â
"Pfft, that's terrible." You reply sympathetically, taking a sip of your beer before giving a mischievous grin. "Maybe you can make it work for you though, eh? Tell 'em we got hitched forreal and then I'll call you on the phone and nag you to get home for dinner so you can leave earlier."Â Â
Nirei acts like he's touched making you laugh even harder. "You'd do that for me?"Â Â
You give him another toothy grin. "I'll even help you fake some wedding photos. We'll be accomplices." You lean back with a shrug. "You gotta wear the dress though."Â
Sugishita laughs at that. "You being a blushing bride is a little..."Â Â
You snort, shooting him a dirty look "Shut up."Â Â
"Deal. Not a bad plan honestly." Nirei says with a sigh. "Whatever gets me out of the office early."Â Â
"Even if that means being married to me?" You joke. Â
He smiles at you. "Aw, what do you mean? That's the best part."Â Â
You chuckle at him good-natuedly and the conversation quickly moves on. Â
The alcohol is starting to make you dizzy so you eventually tune out as the four of them talk, glancing at Umemiya from the corner of your eye. Â
You swear you catch a glimpse of his jaw ticking. Â
__Â Â
For the rest of the night, Umemiya is off. Â
No one else can tell. You know that because the atmosphere remains light until everyone leaves around two-am. There's no blips or tension, no awkward pauses.Â
But you know Umemiya. He's been real weird all night and it's bugging the shit out of you. Â
It's a well past two now, and you've just left the late night cab you took with him. Umemiya lives close so he's walking you home. Â
He's usually energetic after a get-together like that so his dead silence is weirding you out. You're pretty good at figuring his feelings out but for once you feel totally clueless. Â
It feels as if even the cicadas and crickets have gone to sleep. There's nothing bu the streetlights overhead and soft glow of the moon, coupled with the soft click of your shoes on the pavement. Occasionally, a car will pass by. Â
At one point, it becomes too much. There's still a few minutes until you're home. Â
You stop in the middle of the sidewalk and turn around to look at him. Umemiya pauses, startled as he stops with you, and doesn't smile which only makes your concern worsen. Â
"Oi. What's up with you?"Â Â
"Hm?"Â Â
You cross your arms over your chest. Â
"Don't 'hm' me. You've been in a bad mood few for the last few hours. It's gonna bug me all night if I don't ask, so what's up?"Â Â
He stares at you. Â
"You noticed?"Â Â
"How could I not notice?"Â Â
"I was hiding it pretty well, I thought." He states more than asks, half-smile on his face. Â
"Yeah. But well," You shrug. "I'm always looking at you for better or for worse. So. What's wrong?"Â Â
He stares at you a long time before sighing, running his fingers through his hair. You've never seen him like this. You've seen him pissed off before, seen him mildly irritated - but never this... pouty? It's not like he's pissed. Â
He's quiet, taking a deep breath of cool night air before sliding his hands into his pockets and taking a good look at your face.Â
"Do you know that I like you?"Â Â
Your eyes widen as you blink wildly. Â
This is what he wants to talk about?Â
He pins you down with his stare, hands in his pockets and intense as ever. Â
"Don't even think about bolting this time, okay? I'm asking you seriously. Do you?"Â
Your eyes flicker down the concrete - feeling extremely uncomfortable and suddenly sweaty. You shrug, unsure of what else you could say or do. Â
"Hard not to know." You mumble. "You tell me everyday."Â
"But do you get it?"Â Â
Your frown deepens. Â
"Of course not. How could I possibly get something like that, stupid?"Â Â
He takes a deep breath. "But you like me, don't you?"Â Â
Panic sets in. If you could sink straight into the Earth you would. Â
"...Never said that."Â
He calls your name quietly. "Look at me, at least. Stop running away from me and just look."Â
You know you're being stubborn but you can't help it. You've kept it a secret for ten years and all of a sudden he wants you to tell him you like him? You've held it in for so long already and he's telling you not to run away.What other choice is there? Â
One wrong move move and everything will come crashing down inside of you. You can't even lie about it either. Â
Damn it. Â
"I won't look." Your voice is warbly and it makes you feel so pathetic you could die, tucking your chin petulantly "Don't wanna,"Â Â
Umemiya frowns at you. Â
"If you say you don't like me I'll let it go."Â Â
You remain very quiet and close your eyes tighter. He sighs softly, making your chest hurt. Â
After a minute, you muster up the courage to be dishonest - determined to drop it at all costs. You're slow as you pick your head up. Â
"I don't like you," You repeat slowly, carefully - trying not to stumble the words. "So quit it, alright?"Â Â
He laughs humorlessly and holds your gaze. Â
"That's the first time you've ever actually lied to me. You're terrible at it,"Â
"I'm not lying." You snap. Umemiya smiles somberly when he sees tears on the corners of your eyes. He steps closer to you. You freeze. When his hand reaches cups your cheek, you feel your legs lose all their strength and close your eyes. You're terrified to even look at him, not wanting him to see what you know is obvious on your face. Â
He wipes them as he tilts your face towards him slowly.Â
"Tell me, at least. If you're going to refuse me, don't I deserve to know why? Do you hate the idea of dating me that much?"Â Â
You shake your head. "Stupid. How would anyone hate that?"Â Â
"So I deserve to know why you're turning me down."Â Â
A long moment of silence draws you out of your feelings. You guess that's fair enough. Maybe this way he'll leave you alone - as long you're clear about your reasons. Heâs the earnest type after all. Â
You manage to suck up all your tears and clear your throat enough to give him an explanation.Â
You step back a little from him, putting some distance between you as you stare down at the sidewalk.Â
"You know... I respect ya more than anyone else. You've always been someone I admire. And I uh, owe you a lot. So I only want the very best for you and all." You scratch your neck, taking a deep sigh. "For me... regardless of my feelings, I want you to be with someone who really fits, you know? Well put-together and everything. Someone that suits you better"Â Â
He pauses before frowning.  Â
"Regardless of your feelings? Does that mean you were willingly pushing them aside?" He says distraught. "For how long?"Â Â
You shrug, trying to lighten the conversation. Itâs too devastating otherwise. "About ten years, give or take."Â
The sheer distress in his face makes you want to keep talking, just he doesnât look so disheartened. Like some explanation will clear things up. Â
"It ain't a bad thing, Hajime. You've given me a lot and I'm serious when I say I want the best for you. I love you, if that's what you wanna hear. I'm content just being besides you as your friend." You say with a shrug. "I can be kinda selfish but there's a limit to my greed,yknow."Â Â
He looks like he's in shock.Â
"Wanting someone to love you back isn't greedy or selfish."Â Â
You find you don't have anything to say with that, but hope he drops it for the time being.Â
Umemiya stares at you seriously. It makes your breath hitch meeting his eyes, blue with all the depth in the world. You feel like you can't pull yourself from his gaze. Â
"And there was never a possibility? Not once that I could've liked you? That I wanted to be with you?"Â Â
"It doesn't matter." You say. "And no, it never crossed my mind.."Â Â
"Stop saying it doesn't matter. Of course it matters. Your feelings matter the most so don't toss them aside so easily. Do you really believe that you're not right for me?"Â Â
You arenât sure how to answer him. Â
"You think you're not good enough for me." He says with some realization more than asks. Â
It's the first time you see his face change. When you look up, he looks well and truly angry. The whole thing is confusing. Â
"I'm sorry," You say. Itâs such a timid thing to say but you donât know how else to fix. Â
"It's notâI just don't like hearing you talk about yourself like that. I don't like hearing someone I love get spoken about like that.âÂ
You ignore the sentiment again and wait in the quiet. You always thought this would be an easier conversation to have but it hurts. Â
He sighs a bit, getting closer to you again. Heâs less upset than before but thereâs something else in his expression. Â
"You wanted to know why I was upset earlier right? It's because of you and Nirei-kun." He admits. Â
"What about him?"Â Â
"You talked about marrying him so casually. I overheard and it bothered me all night."Â Â
Your eyes go wide. Â
"Iâit wasn't serious."Â Â
"I know that. I never thought I was that childish either but you being married to someone else as a joke." He laughs humorlessly. "I really hated it. Thatâs why I asked if you know how much I like you."Â Â
You feel frozen in place by his admission.Â
Umemiya steps towards you faster than you can muster up a counter for why he shouldnât bother. Â
His arms around you feel sudden. His grip on you is so tight, like you could slip through his arms all at once if he loosens it. He smells like cologne and beer and summer but it's not unpleasant. He rests his chin on your head and lets out a deep breath. Â
Your chest is throbbing for different reasons now. Shit. Shit, shit, shit. Â
"If you won't be greedy, then you should at least let me be." He lets out a long, tense breath "At least let me have what I want."Â
You're stuck. Your mouth moves faster than your brain. Â
"Why me? And why now?"Â Â
Umemiya pulls away to stare down at you. You can't bring yourself to turn away from him.Â
"It was always you. I felt guilty... for wanting to you that way when you were a precious friend. Wanting to treat you delicately when you were strong and proud." He admits. Hearing him say that out loud embarrasses you to no end, âBut it was those things that made me love you. Strong yet clumsy. Prideful yet honest. Awkward yet trying to be gentle. Loyal. And always considerate of everyone. Of me, when I was taking care of everyone else."Â Â
Your stomach feels like it's going to erupt. You're losing your resolve faster than you know how to mend it. Â
"Stop saying stuff like that."Â Â
Umemiya holds you tighter and shakes his head. "No. How else will I get you to change your mind?"Â Â
"I won't change my mind." You say stubbornly. Â
"I love you." He repeats. Â
You squirm. Â
"Stop it,"Â Â
"I want to be with you. I want to kiss you. I want to hold you. I want to stay by your side forever. I want to do things with you and make you feel good. I want to make you smile. I want to grow old with you."Â
Your hearts fluttering. Fuck. Â
"Idiot. What are you saying? Let me go."Â Â
"It has to be you for me. I won't have anyone else no matter what you think. The person I love is you. I love you."Â Â
"Hajime." Your voice is shaking.Â
His drops down to a whisper. Â
âI canât change how you think of yourself overnight but I can tell you that thereâs no point in trying to push me away. Whether or not you accept me, weâll never stop being side by side - so please stop fighting it.â Â
You put your hands on his chest, trying to push him away. âStop it,âÂ
"Please tell me it's okay to love you how I want too," He says, soft and doting while he crushes you in his arms. "And please love me in return."Â Â
You put your hands up to your misty eyes wanting to wipe them away as he melts through the rest of your resolve like it's nothing. It's hard not to be moved. You've been pretending for ten long years that you don't love him at all and he's declaring his love for you like it's the easiest, most sensible and sane thing in the world. Â
A kind-hearted, willful, meddling idiot. How you are you supposed to push him away when he's holding you this tight? Â
"Shit," You voice, huffing as your voice shakes. "Donât be stupid, alright? If youâre so insistent, I wont let you back out if you meet someone else."Â Â
He laughs wetly. Â
"I already tried meeting other people, but it's still you. Always was."Â Â
He smiles above you. 6'2 with watery eyes with the look of pure relief like it's the best news he's ever heard in his life. It's too much for you. Your heart is racing so fast you wonder if you're gonna die. Â
"Can I kiss you?" He asks. Â
Your eyes go wide as you look away, not wanting to look too eager. "That's..."Â Â
He makes another puppy-dog kinda face. "Please?"Â Â
You're embarrassed by how easy it makes you give in. "...Do whatever you want."Â Â
He laughs bright and warm as his hands slide up to cup your cheeks and kiss you with all the passion he can muster. It's intense, almost suffocating the way he slots his lips against yours and breathes you in. He doesn't let you up from it, doesn't part from you for a second even when he pulls away - noses brushing and stealing the air from your lungs. Â
It's your stupid first kiss and it's perfect - so perfect you wonder if you're going to wake up in a dream. He kisses you hard and makes you stand on your toes to chase his lips when he pulls back. Elated. Ecstatic when you grasp the front of his shirt and keep kissing him when he stops.Â
He pauses before littering your whole face with pecks even as you weakly protest, unable to stop frowning but feeling the happiest you've ever been. Â
There's so much longing in between you, you feel like you could die. You feel helpless.  Â
"Can I come home with you?" He asks, once he stops - only holding your hand a short distance away. "I want more time together."Â
You feel your skin burn hot as you nod, all while trying not to read too much into it.Â
"Yeah."Â Â
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You barely get to lock your door behind you before Umemiya crowds you in the door way. Â
His arms circle around your waist, chin resting against your shoulder.. Broad chest against your back, you try not to flounder as his warm voice caresses your ear. Â
You're going to die young if he keeps this up.  Â
"I love you,"Â Â
You flush. "Enough already. And let me go so I can wash up."Â Â
"Do you need to sleep early? Thought you were closed tomorrow. Wanted to talk a little longer."Â Â
You pause. Â
"...Sleep?"Â
"Hm?"Â Â
You both freeze as the miscommunication dawns at the same time. You try to pull away from him as soon as you realize, skin burning hot. You're quick but Umemiya is quicker. Â
"Hajime." You say gravely. "If you don't let me go, I'm gonna kill you."Â Â
"No way," He laughs as you attempt to wriggle out of his grasp. "Is that why you let me in? Were you expecting something?" Â
"Shut up! Don't say anything, I swear I'll â"Â Â
"Don't be like that, baby. I'm not making fun of you. Hey, turn around. Look at me."Â Â
You're upset but you think the reason is more embarrassing then the feeling. Â
"Don't wanna,"Â Â
Umemiya laughs as he gently turns you around to face him. In your utter mortification, you can barely bring yourself to meet his gaze. Â
"Stop staring."Â Â
He doesn't. Â
"Do you normally invite guys in just 'cause they ask?"Â Â
"Whaâno! It's because it's you, stupid!"Â Â
He smiles in satisfaction. Â
"You shouldn't say yes so easily even if it is me. What if I took advantage of you?"Â Â
You think he's just being smug for the sake of it, which is pissing you off. You grab him by the front of his shirt. Â
"Fuck off. Maybe there's a reason I said yes."Â Â
He pauses before his eyes widen. You push your hand against his mouth before he blurt anything else out but he's quick to pry your hand away. Â
"Don't say it." You hiss. Â
"I was planning on taking my time. I cherish you and I want to make sure you know that. I'm just a little surprised youâre moving so quick when you were telling me not too long ago."Â Â
You can feel the tips of your ears growing hot, feeling even more self-conscious. "Whatever. If we're just going to sleep I still need to wash up."Â Â
He keeps his arms behind your back so you canât move. Â
"Hey. Didn't say that. It's not like I don't want to do it with you. Just don't want you to regret anything."Â Â
You give him an flat look. "I was prepared to give you my virginity and you're worrying about that. Unless you're planning on backing out, there's no way I would."Â Â
"Yourâ" His jaw drops a little. Â
You drop your voice down just a little close as you grab his collar. Â
"If you get it, then hurry up and fuck me. Stupid Hajime."Â Â
He gives you the dopiest smile you've ever seen while your face grows increasingly hot, leaning to in to press a kiss to your lips. He brushes his nose with yours. Laughter from deep in his chest. Â
"Yes, ma'am."Â Â
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Once you give Umemiya permission to have you, you get the feeling that there really is no going back from here. Â
You both know it. The tension in your bedroom is so thick you can barely breathe around it. Â
Umemiya lands gently onto your bed - sitting up as he holds you by your waist and pulls you over to him. You're so aware of his touch it makes your nerves feel they're on fire. You're not a total virgin - at least not enough to be feeling this worked up over someones hands lingering on your waist. Â
But they're Umemiya's handsâHajime's hands, so you can't rationalize your thoughts of out it. His hands are strong and big, a little calloused and rough from the gardening and fighting. You can feel how much he adores you in a gesture so small it makes you concerned for your own heart thinking about how the rest of the night will go. Â
He invites you into his lap gently, so pleased by the way you go to him so willingly. You spread yourself over him with your knees on either side of his thighs. He's big - wide and broad. Â
Your barely hovering over his bulge as you lean your weight onto him. His hand barely brushes underneath your top, just barely touching the skin. Â
You shiver. Â
"Are you really sure this is what you want?" He asks. "I don't mind waiting as long as you need,"Â Â
You give him an bored look. "Not very convincing when you're makin' a face like that,"Â Â
He chuckles nervously. "That bad?"Â Â
You nod before adding a little bashfully. "Dunno if I mind, though."Â Â
He buries his fact against your chest all of a sudden making you jump. Â
"The hell?"Â Â
"You're so cute when you're honest like that," He mumbles into your chest, cheek pressed against your tits. Â
"Jeez, shut up. What're you talking about?"Â Â
Umemiya pulls back and leans forward - enough to breach the inches of space between you. Nose to nose, your eyes meet. A bated breath, you put your hand on his shoulders and work up the nerve to kiss him. Â
It's chaste. Mostly for you to break the ice otherwise you're sure you're gonna pussy out. Â
He smiles at you when you pull away. Â
"See what I mean? So cute," He hums, and leans in again. "Come on. Kiss me again."Â Â
Something about him is different when he tells you to kiss him. It's not smug or cheeky. But it's not casual either. Softness tinges his words, his touch - his whole demeanor screams like he loves you absolutely. It makes your heart rate pick up again, hands shaky as you try not to lose your nerve. Â
He's restraining himself though. How he intense he could be vs how soft and calm he is being. You know Umemiya like the back of your hand so you want him to do what he wants. It's hard to find your voice. Â
"You don't have to.." You cast your eyes down in embarrassment. "âŠhold back with me, either. I'm not some maiden." Â
He smiles at you a little. "You really do know me better than anyone, huh? I was keeping it together pretty well."Â Â
"Look I know Iâm kinda difficultâŠI'm not real good with stuff like this either," You fidget with the collar of his shirt with your free hand. "But once I say yes I donât back out. So don't worry about scaring me off or putting too much pressure on me or whatever. ...'s fine to just do what you feel like. Iâm scared out of my mind but I wouldnât do that to you," Â
âDonât know how long itâll take but Iâll do my best to make you feel secure. Might take some time but weâve got our whole lives.â You flush at the implication. He smiles a little. "Whatever I want seems like a lot to give, though."Â Â
"Well...depending on what, I'm might not be good at it,"Â Â Â
He shakes his head. "I don't want anything like that."Â Â
"What do you want then?"Â Â
"You." He says easily. Your stomach flips. "All of you. I just want to make you feel so good you can't stand it. Want to worship you top to bottom. There's not a single part of you I don't want."Â Â
You flush. "The hell... I meant like a blowjob or some shit."Â Â
He laughs. "I know. And I want that too, another time." He hums, taking a deep breath. "Right now I just want you to feel so good for me. Is that okay?"Â Â
You can't look at him. You can barely stand how bashful you're being, but you can't even play coy. Something in you is bursting at the seams. Â
You love him so much you don't recognize yourself, or your voice, or how you're acting. It makes you sick but you canât do anything but go with it. "Yeah. 's okay, if it's what you want."Â Â
"It is," He says, leaning in. "All I've ever wanted."Â Â
You ignore the latter half of his comment as he finally goes to kiss you again. Â
He pulls your body close to him as you do. Until your chest to chest, arms wrapped around the span of his shoulders as you press your lips together soft and slow. Â
He slides a hand underneath your top, undoing the clasp of your bra. He lets his palm stay on the center of your back while you keep kissing - straps of your bra falling down your shoulder as he splays his fingers to feel more of your skin and hold you. Hugging you close to him, his other arm wraps around your torso. His forearms feels especially strong they way they hold you by the waist. Â
You're so close to him. Kissing him so deep, his tongue sliding against your lips. Something about the kiss is languid but the touch is so hot it makes your skin burn. You feel wrapped up in him, can't even tell whose heartbeat you're hearing.Â
More of your weight ends up in his lap as you feel your knees go weak. Something hard presses against your clothed cunt and you gasp a little into his mouth. Â
"Oh, shit." You mumble in surprise. Umemiya laughs. Â
"You're making me feel good." He hums. Â
Your face heats up. "I barely did anything."Â
"You just being on my lap is more than enough."Â Â
You make a face at him before rubbing yourself over the zipper of his jeans, slow and deliberate trying to get a feel for it. You hear him moan, nearly jumping out of your skin in surprise. Â
The way Umemiya moans is a lot for you to process. Breathy and a little low. It resonates through your whole body like a caress. Â
You make a few more tentative passes over his bulge, just to hear him do it again. Driven by your instinct more than anything, you lean into kiss at his jaw - making use of the limited experience you do have to try and draw more sounds from him. Â
"What're you thinking about?" He asks, still breathless. Maybe amused. Â
"Like the way you sound." You mumble in reply. Â
"I thought I told you I wanted to take care of you, hm?"Â Â
You frown. "So what? I can't touch you at all?"Â Â
He thinks on it. "You can touch me everywhere else and you can have your way with me later, if you want it. I don't wanna cum too fast."Â Â
"I'm just..."Â Â
He shakes his head. "You're underestimating me. I'm still a guy, you know? With a woman I love at that. There's no way I would make it through our first time if I didn't focus on you. Don't pout,"Â Â
Hearing him describe you in such an embarrassing way makes you flush. You roll your eyes half-heartedly. "Fine, whatever."Â Â
He smiles. Â
"Good girl. C'mere. Lay down."Â Â
You decide not to think about how effected the praise makes you as you comply. Â
Umemiya lays you down carefully, making sure you're comfortable before hovering over you. He looks a lot more imposing from this view - the dim lights of your room making his face seem more well-defined. Your nipples harden in arousal, peeking from underneath your shirt as he stares long and hard. Â
"You're so beautiful to me."Â Â
He leans down and presses a hot kiss to your jaw, just underneath your ear before slowly kissing down your neck. Open-mouthed kisses along delicate skin, tongue sliding over every patch he scrapes lightly with his teeth. You fidget underneath him, a dull throbbing between your legs. You try to figure out what to do with your hands but youâre too nervous. Â
He kisses your throat where it's extra sensitive and you bite back and involuntary noise.Â
"Don't hold your voice, please?"Â Â
"It's embarrassing,"Â Â
"It's not," He assures, bumping his forehead to your shoulder lightly. "I want to know what makes you feel good. Let me pay attention to you."Â Â
You frown but nod ultimately. Â
Umemiya isn't the first sexual encounter you've had in your life. You've done other things, but you've never really gone all the way with anyone. All of your other partners were mostly strangers - people mutually interested in using someone else to try and get off. Â
This is the first time anyone has taken this much time with you. A little kissing and groping, sometimes touching your chest. Â
No one's ever touched you like this, though. Â
His hands feel like they're all over your body no matter where they actually end up being. Makes your heartbeat rain drumming on a tin roof. Makes your stomach tingle, a heat in your calves and a prickly feeling on your back. Your whole being drowning with pure anticipation. Â
"Take this off for me." Umemiya mumbles. You nod, feeling absent as you wiggle yourself out of your tight little tee and toss it somewhere. Â
The air shifts again when you're naked. His eyes drink you in, tracing the soft lines and edges of your body. Looking over scars and stretchmarks with pure, blown out wanting that shoots lust straight into your veins. Â
You want him to fuck you so bad it's killing you but the very thought makes you feel so shy you could die. Â
"You're beautiful," Sounds dirty the way he says, makes it spill from his lips like wine tipping over a glasses edge. "Perfect. Every inch of you is so perfect."Â Â
He proves this to you by kissing you again. Running his hands over your skin. Up against curved sides and down against your arms, brushing the back of your biceps and forearms. Â
Infatuation in his touch ruins you. Makes your voice let out. You can't think of anyone whose treated you so preciously in your entire life and you find you don't resent it as much as you should. Â
(You find it feels so good to let someone touch you so kindly. A touch like you're being loved.)Â Â
Nonetheless it's embarrassing. Of course it is. Â
But it's so hard not to feel pulled in when you feel the way he kisses you. Draws a trail with his lips and tongue from jaw to shoulder blade - kissing down your biceps with his hands on your body, taking gentle inhales of your scent. Â
Anticipation makes your stomach tie in knots but finally he relents. Both hands squeeze the soft weight of your chest, palms brushing your hardened nipples. Â
"Fuck."Â Â
He laughs a little, heavy with want. "Yeah? Do you like being touched here?"Â Â
"Mm." Is the best reply you can get out. Â
He brushes against the tips with his fingers in a feather-light gesture, testing the waters before rubbing with a little more pressure. Your body jolts from the stimulation, wetness pooling and dampening your underwear. He leans in and takes one of your nipples into his mouth making another dull wave of lust wash through you. Â
And he makes sure to pay attention to both. It's just like him to be so attentive to some shit like that. Your spine arches as he sucks on your sensitive nipples, letting his tongue flick across them and giving into a sweet friction. You buck your hips up against instinctively, gripping onto the sheets as your sense of restlessness grows. Â
Your voice is whiny to your own ears but you can't calm down to save your life. Â
"You're taking too long," You huff. He laughs lightly, looking up at you from underneath his lashes. Â
"Don't be impatient." He tsks. Â
"It's enough already,"Â
He shakes his head. "Nope. Still got a long ways to go. Promise you'll have me when you're ready for it, so just try and focus on feeling good."Â Â
You make a frustrated sound. "It's embarrassing being the only one feeling good,"Â Â
He pauses before standing up on his knees. He takes his black t-shirt off in one swift go until his torso is bare, and undoes the top button of his pants. He gives you a little glance. "Better?"Â Â
There are too many layers of that to process in the moment it happens. You mumble. "A little,"Â Â
He beams. "Good. Now let me take good care of you,"Â Â
Sliding down lower, he kisses you from sternum to navel. Hands gripping at the softness of your sides, smoothing over the bare skin as he his thumb finds the waistband of your skirt. He glances up at you, silently seeking your permission. You nod back at him, watching him slide the short skirt away from your waist. Â
The sudden air feels cool against your skin. He presses his cheek against your belly, both hands on your hips.. Â
"You're gorgeous. Even more gorgeous than I thought. I feel so lucky being able to touch you when you're this perfect.â He praises endlessly. Â
You cover your face with your arm. Â
"Ugh. Quit it. You're sayin' too much."Â Â
"Seeing you get so shy when I praise you a little is so cute." He trails his lips down further and further - just above your sex before stopping. "You're so cute."Â Â
He sits back, standing up and bending your legs slightly at the knee. You hold the position as you feel him massage your calve. Thumb drawing hard circles in the muscle, slowly working his way up to your knee. He kisses you afterwards trailing the same spot his hands were touching seconds ago before moving onto the other side. Â
There's nothing you can call it short of worship. The nagging feeling that it's undeserved is washed away each time Umemiya holds your gaze. Â
Devotion colors every touch no matter how small. And itâs so obvious, so prominent - it feels outright wrong to deny the fact itâs there.  Â
You think the closest thing you can compare it too is the way Umemiya gardens. A patience as his fingers root through earth and soil, a kindness towards delicate things that makes even hours of work under the sun look beautiful and easy. His expression is what's most uncanny - what makes you you feel so hot.Â
An expression that says he loves doing it from the very bottom of his heart - not even a hint of apathy or complaint. Â
A face that says he loves every long, drawn out motion and actions of repetition all fro the very core of him. Â
Having it directed at making love to you so blatantly makes you more aroused than you know what to do with. You don't know how to let yourself be treated like the most cherished flower in Umemiya's garden - and you aren't so sure how you're meant to get used to it no matter how much it makes you feel...nice. You donât have any other experience. Â
Which is why you're trying to be patient. Trying to be at least temporarily secure in whatever he sees in you that makes him worship every inch of you, memorizing all your ins and outs. Â
Umemiya places hot, wet kisses on your inner thigh before laying himself between your spread legs - breath barely hovering over your sex. Â
By the time he gets there, you feel utterly melted into your sheets. Your mind is hazy, impatient and wanting as strong hands secure your thighs. He's so close. Â
"I wanna eat you out. Is that okay?"Â Â
"If you don't do something soon I'm gonna kill you."Â Â
He laughs warmly. "I'll take that as a yes."Â Â
You pause. Umemiya waits. Â
"I didn't uh," You clear your throat. "Wasn't planning on getting laid so y'know. Haven't shaved in a while."Â Â
"Were you worried that I'd change my mind? I like it for the record. Feels natural." Umemiya says. "It's your body so there's nothing I would dislike about it."Â Â
"You're too much." You reply back in earnest. You cover your face with your arms. "So cheesy."Â Â
"I'm being serious." He says suddenly solemn with how sincere he is.Â
The sudden change is amusing. You pause before breaking into genuine giggles, unable to help yourself. Â
"You're really somethin', yknow that?"Â Â
He's quiet for a long time. Long enough for it to catch your attention, turning your gaze more clearly towards his face. Swiftly, he pushes himself up to catch your mouth in another kiss. It stuns you a bit, very different to all the rest. More teeth and tongue than lip. Â
"I like you," He murmurs, forehead to yours. "How can someone be so cute?"Â Â
"Would you quit embarrassing me and get on with it?"Â
He smiles. "As you wish,"Â Â
Umemiya settles back down between your legs after easing your panties off and putting your feet flat on the bed to give himself more access. You can barely look down at him doing it. His fingers brush the slick hairs back gentle as he uses his thumbs to spread your pussy apart and look at you more intimately. Â
You can feel him. Feel his every breath and movement. He stares at you awestruck. "How is all of you so pretty? Even here it's such a beautiful color."Â Â
"Stop looking so much,"Â Â
He takes a breath, taking in your scent one more time before pressing a kiss to your clit. You make an attempt to squirm away from his grip as his finger dig into your thighs and hold you down. The strength of it knocks the wind out of you, forcing you into place. Umemiya pushes his tongue and gives you a long, tentative lick through the seam of your cunt. Â
Your whole body breaks out into shivers at the sensation. The warm weight of his tongue on your sex makes feels like an electric current through water - your toes curling as he makes the same few passes over and over. He collects your pooling arousal on the tip as he drags upwards and flicks your clit tentatively. You grind against his face instinctually, hips chasing the pleasure. Amused laughter vibrates against your core as you do, mumbling at you to be patient while he's still face deep in it. Â
You let out another pitchy whine before he finally stops teasing. He lays his tongue flat against your clit, cupping it lightly before drawing it around experimentally. He watches carefully as he plays around with pressure and angles - trying to see what makes you react the most. You can feel how closely he's watching you.Â
You cover your mouth with your hand when he does find it, your voice breaking off as he licks carefully right where you need. He smiles into your cunt as he toys with your with the sensitive bundle of nerves, pleased by the change in your reactions. The obvious pleasure he's making you feel. Â
Something blooms into your chest. You've neverâÂ
"You'reâ" You close your eyes, hands tangling in the sheets as you break out into a fever. "Ngh, never had someone l-lick me,"Â Â
He must've heard you because he seems to laser in his focus the minute you say it. He's lapping at your clit so deep, licking precisely and holding you with nose against your bush. Â
You reach down tentatively, pushing back the hair falling in his face and he gives you a look so lovesick you want to run away. The pressure changes gradually, more intensely. Â
It feels better somehow. Makes you feel restless. Your whole body curls in tight with want at the sensation of it, the lower expanse of your belly tensed. You're shaking as you drift closer to the edge, arousal upped by the wet sound of him sucking your clit. Â
"Hajime," You warn, spine starting to arch as you helplessly try to pull away from the intense sensation. It's not familiar to your body, so much so your mind can barely make sense of what's happening to it, "Cummingâc-cumming!"Â Â
Something in you goes undone as Umemiya keeps pace during your orgasm. All the tension inside of you suddenly comes loose - specks of white matter behind closed lids as you screw your eyes shut. Your back curves up into arch, your hips trembling, your insides pulsing. It comes running into you, crashing into your body as waves of pleasure drown out the noise in your head. He eats you out until you feel borderline hysterical. Â
You feel melted and reshaped by him - yanking him off when he continues to be insistent after you're too oversensitive. He laughs when you pull him away, resting against your thigh as you take worn out heaving breaths. Â
He kisses the inside of your knee as you calm down, bright smile on his features - painted pink with a slight flush. "You came. I'm so happy."Â Â
You look at him in shock. "You're a scary guy."Â Â
He pushes up to kiss your temple, voice soft. "Did I scare you?"Â Â
Your stomach flutters, tucking your chin. "You were intense, but I didn't... hate it or anything."Â Â
"Yeah?" He grins, pressing a few kisses to your cheek and face before whispering against your ear. "Then, is it okay to go farther?"Â Â
You nod silently. Umemiya smiles. Â
He stands up on his knees, pushing his hair back as your eyes are drawn to his pants. You reach out for the waistband of his pants unthinkingly, hooking your finger into it. "Isn't it stuffy?"Â Â
He blinks, frozen before rubbing a hand across his face. "Ah a bit, but it's fine."Â Â
"Take 'em off. Please?"Â Â
Umemiya looks unusually distressed by the request, but follows through without another word. You watch him undress - revealing the tight black fabric of his boxer briefs snug against his waist. Your eyes go wide as you see the outline of his cock - head still half hazy. You voice your unfiltered reaction. Â
"Your dick is so big,"Â Â
He laughs breathlessly. "Are you trying to stir me up? What's with you?" He pauses to lay down besides you. You turn to lay on your side and face him a little better. "You're being cute. I'm not used to seeing you so docile."Â Â
"Shaddup," You reply half-heartedly. Your body is still on fire but it knocked the wind of you to cum once already. "Your fault."Â Â
He grins, a hint of smugness as he laughs. "That's true."Â Â
"You gonna fuck me?"Â Â
"Mm, yeah. Gotta open you up first or it'll hurt."Â Â
"I've put stuff in before. Toys. Should be fine."Â Â Â
"Still wanna play it safe. It's your precious first time after all."Â Â
You make a face before pulling him into you, hugging him tight as your whole body breaks out in a shameful flush. "Then hurry up and do it already."Â Â
His arms slide underneath where your laying, holding you to him as he hikes one of your legs up. He slides his free hand in over your leg - his forearm holding your thigh. You press your face to his neck and shoulder - hiding your expression. "Guess I should huh? You were always impatient,"Â Â
You can barely tell him to shut up, the way your body waits for it. A warbled little noise leaves your mouth as he slides his middle finger through the sticky folds of your cunt - careful as it catches on your hole. Wet and so aroused, the first finger he puts in goes in completely smoothly with no real effortÂ
Umemiya speaks low and soft as he holds you. "I don't know if I can get used to seeing you like this. I'm glad no one else but me ever wil Youâre really all I think about lately," He catches the lobe of your ear between his teeth gently. Your head spins. "People misunderstand you because you're prickly, you know? For a long time, only I knew what it felt like to be liked by you. I liked that,"Â Â
"Why are youâmmgh,"Â
He slides another finger in carefully after the first one slides inside of you with no resistance. His voice is so hot against your skin, the low bass of it in your skull as he speaks so close to your ear. Â
"Don't get me wrong I'm happy seeing you with so many people surrounding you. But I was a little sad too. And it kept getting worse over the years until I couldnât ignore it. I couldnât figure out why for a long time and then it clicked,â Umemiya explains. You realize half way delirious this is his real confession. God, youâre gonna kill him. âSuddenly it was all I thought about. I wanted to be special to you. I wanted to monopolize you. It was my first time having thoughts like that,â Â
Another finger slides into you easily. Umemiyas fingers are so much bigger than yours. Thicker than they are long. The stretch is enough to make you gasp. Â
âHajimeââÂ
He curls them up, careful until he finds the spot heâs looking for. Your body reacts, another sensation of pressure as his middle finger rubs tenderly against your gspot. You weakly try to wiggle away as he holds you firm. Â
âI felt a little guilty, too. Youâre my very best friend. Youâre independent and diligent. Tough. But you know, when I saw you for those few months - all I could think about was how much I wanted to spoil you,â He whispers. Something in your body shifts the way touches you. Pushes in further and further - stretching until itâs easy for him to be inside. âSomehow everything I liked about you became so cute I couldnât stand it. I couldnât help but want to dote on you over every little thing even though I knew better than anyone you didnât need something like that.â Â
Your eyes well up but not necessarily from emotion. Totally overwhelmed. You donât feel like youâre gonna cum but thereâs something else thatâs waiting and each time he thrusts his fingers into you it comes a little closer. Your voice is shaking. Â
âItâfuck, quit talking. Somethings gonnaââ Â
His smile grows a little. Itâs the first time it looks so hungry. Â
âI was happy in general when I realized you liked me too. Even when you were being stubborn, I liked the way you couldnât turn me away. I liked how happy you looked talking to me as usual as if that alone was something so precious,â He hums, so focused and precise as he stretches you open on a third finger but never once losing his train of thought. Like saying all of these comes to him so easily it doesnât matter. âI didnât want to corner you. But it felt like I couldnât rest until you were mine completely. Which is why Iâm being so unfair to you. Why Iâm so persistent. âÂ
Your voice breaks on a whine. âItâs gonna come outââ Â
âYou make a pretty face when your heads filled with nothing but me. I donât think itâs bad to wanna stay that way,â He hums, almost conversational as he presses a kiss to your skin. âGo on. Let go,â Â
Something hot sprays between your legs as Umemiya fucks you open on all three of his fingers. Â
A rush of warm liquid squirts onto your sheets as your legs shake wearily. Umemiya marvels at the mess. Your hands curl into fists, nails digging in your palms as he finally pulls them out - leaving you stretched, almost gaping. Â
You lay limp in soaked sheets as you pull away from Umemiya with a very weak glare. Â
Heâs smiling at you, dopey and lovesick. Â
âToo much?â Â
Angrily, you smack at his bare chest over and over, trying to recover your pride. Â
âYouâre insane. Whatâs,â You swallow thickly. âWhatâs with you.â Â
He shrugs. Wordless, he flips you onto your back again before hovering over top of you. Pressing his forehead to yours, he brushes your noses together and plants a tentative peck on your lips as if trying to gauge whether or not youâre upset. He melts when you kiss him back, smiling happily. Â
âWere you like this with your other girlfriends? No wonder they broke up with you,â Â
He laughs. âMm, no? I was more of a gentleman.â Â
You break out into another exhausted fit of laughter. Â
âPfft, yeah? Guess Iâm pretty special,âÂ
âYeah. You are.â He kisses you again. âWanna keep going or are you too tired? I donât mind if we sleep.â Â
âStupid. I said it already didnât I? Hurry up and fuck me.â Â
âOkay, okay. Let me go get the condom from my wallet,â Â
You wrap your legs around his waist and stare up at him plainly as he tries to move, keeping him pinned in place. Youâre frowning, brows furrowed with a hard glare. He stares at you. Â
âDid you want something else? Water?â Â
âWant you to fuck me,â You restate, arms reaching up to circle around his neck. âJust do it already.âÂ
He pulls back to look at you seriously. Â
âDo you know what youâre asking?â Â
You flush. âOf course I do. Stupid. Are you trying to get me to say it out loud?â Â
âI might think Iâm deluding myself otherwise.â Â
You sigh, looking at him flatly as you try to tamp down the part of you thatâs screaming to be more tactful. Â
âDonât bother with the condom, a-alright? Or pulling out,â Â
He looks like heâs experiencing the shock of his life. âButâŠâÂ
âStop being dumb or Iâm never gonna have sex with you again.â Â
He nods suddenly solemn. âFine. But,â Â
You give him another look that silences him. He sighs again, getting the message before kissing your cheek and pull back to sit up on his knees between your legs. Pulling his briefs down, his cock springs free. It looks a lot bigger than you saw underneath the fabric, weighed down from itâs own weight even though it stands up stiff. He opened you up with three but you wonder if itâll be enough not to stretch you open. Â
You reach your hand out to touch it tentatively, feeling itâs weight and heft. He clears his throat but seems content to let you. The palms of your hands cup the shaft, feeling all the veins pulse. The tip is sticky with precum. You pull your hand away, another sudden wave of self consciousness overwhelming you. Â
Umemiya hovers over you again, placing he length of his cock against your pussy. You shift a little feeling it slide against you, hard and hot. Â
âGonna put it in now, okay?â Â
Nodding, you put your legs up. You take a deep breath when the head pushes in, letting out an involuntary noise. You feel well-stretched but the thickness of his cock is still enough to make you feel it in your legs. Umemiya is focused above you, barely sliding the tip through your folds as you open up around him. The air feels punched out of your lungs on just the first inch. Â
His face is strained is he holds his hips steady, leaning down to tap your foreheads together. âFeeling okay?â Â
âMm,â You nod, wrapping your arms around his neck. âFine. Feels different.â Â
âDifferent?â Â
âYours is bigger than all the stuff I own,â You explain. âFeels hotter. Harder, too.â Â
You feel his cock twitch inside of you suddenly, shocking you. He smiles sheepishly. Â
âGonna push in a little more, okay?â Â
You nod, watching as Umemiya so slowly presses his cock into you further. Enough that it doesnât hurt when you take him, as much as it just feels like something is inside of you. You feel a warm sense of satisfaction at how full you feel. You feel like him like heâs in your stomach, taking up so much space. After a while of pushing, stopping, and going again - he finally bottoms out. Â
âYou feel incredible,â He murmurs, half-smile on his face. Your stomach flutters. âItâs hard not to cum right away. Feels so good inside of you. I love you.â Â
You feel yourself twitch, frowning at the expression of delight Umemiya has. You put your hand against his fact to keep him away but he kisses your palm and moves it. Bottomed out, he grasps both hands and holds them - pinning them to the bed as you watch him wide-eyed. Â
âThink youâre used to it?â He hums, clasping your fingers together. âIs it okay if I move?â Â
You feel so damn bashful. âItâs okay.âÂ
He kisses your forehead. âIâll go slow.âÂ
As promised, Umemiya pulls out carefully before pushing back into you. Youâre so wet that it slides in without any real friction. It takes a few thrusts of him going slowly for your body to get adjusted to the sensation. After a few motions, though - it starts to feel different. Â
Starts to feel good. Really, really good. Â
âOh,â Your eyes flutter open. âShit. You c-can go faster.â  Â
âYeah?â Â
You nod, trying not to seem too eager.Â
When Umemiya picks up pace, you feel your the whole lower half of your body weaken all over again. Something in your legs, your spine go soft against the bed underneath, a sudden unusual arousal swelling. Somewhere in deeper as he cocks thrusts against your gspot, knocking against it with more force than before. The change in pace coupled with the visual of Umemiya over you, face drawn together in focus as he fucks you is too much. Split open on his cock, you can hear how wet you are each time he moves. Â
âFeelsâŠâ Your words come up empty. ââs so much.âÂ
âYeah? Is it too much for you, baby?â Â
You shake your head as your thoughts get increasingly cloudy. Itâs like thereâs nothing else your body can focus on. The way his cock drags against your sensitive, silken walls. The feeling of being full to empty and then full all over again. The way your pussy gets so much wetter each time he moves, sloppy and sucking him in so tight. You can feel your body want for him. Â
Umemiya lets go of your hands, sliding one between your bodies. Palm resting on your sex, he lets his brush against your clit. The difference it makes is significant, makes your eyes go wide. He smiles a little, hair falling in his face as he pushes it up with his free hand. Â
âThatâs it,â He hums, contented to keep at it like this. âFeels good, right? Your holding onto me so tightly itâs hard for me to pull out even though youâre so wet.â Â
You make a whiny noise and wonder if other peoples first times feel this good or if youâre just outrageously lucky. You decide on the latter he fucks you faster and matches his thrusts with the movement of his fingers. Youâre warm all over - skin scorching as your hands find his biceps and shoulders to cling onto. Â
Your voice is so whiny when you call out for him âYouâre so deep, ngh.â Â
He laughs, deep and raspy. âYeah? Tell me what youâre feeling,â Â
âIt feels good when youâre in me.â You reply drunkenly. âWant it faster. Please,â Â
He complies with your request almost immediately. You cry out loud, physically incapable of holding the sound in as he gets to fucking you faster and harder. Your pussy is throbbing. Senselessly horny, you pull Umemiya closer to you as he fucks you and smash your lips together. You feel so good, so thoroughly fucked and completely out of it. Heâs in you but you want him even closer, want the scent of his skin to mark you. Â
A second time your body builds up to that familiar feeling but itâs so much farther inside. An orgasm pulled right from your core. Stomach tied in knots as Umemiya fucks you hard, you wrap your legs around his waist and take him.Â
âThatâs it. Youâre so good. Cum on my cock, sweet girl. Let me feel itâ He murmurs against your skin, holding you close. âYouâre making me feel so good. So cute. Go ahead, itâs okay. Let me see how good Iâm making you feel.â Â
Pliant to his request, you hold onto Umemiya for dear life as your body gives into second orgasm. Your nails dig into his biceps as the built up arousal gives way pleasure - and you cum hard with his cock sheathed all the way inside of you. All the wind gets stolen from your lungs as you press forward with another kiss, your whole body trembling violently as you let go. Â
Umemiya sweet talks you through without letting go once, only stopping to take a pause when youâve fully ridden out your high. Â
You stare up at him in a daze as he takes a breather to kiss you, still hard as heâs bottomed out inside of you. Â
âYou gonna cum soon?â Â
âMm,â He nods. âYeah Iâm close. If I move, I will.â Â
ââs okay to cum in me,â Â
Umemiya laughs warmly. âIâm already about too. Youâre not helping,â Â
You smile a bit as you hug him close to you and tell him again that itâs fine. Before long, he holds you too, whispering the same three words into your neck as he finally lets it out. Itâs a weird feeling, thick white ropes of seed spilling into the deepest parts of you. Â
You donât really hate it, though. Â
âI love you,â Umemiya repeats. Tired you donât try to fight yourself. Â
âLove you too,â Â
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The next morning, youâre stirred away by the sound of your front door unlocking and the sound of Kotohaâs voice echoing through your apartment. Â
Youâre still half-way asleep, so it barely dawns on you that anything is off. Not cognizant enough to think twice, your body tries to go back to sleep. Â
Or it does until you hear a very loud shout coming from your kitchen that wakes you up with a start. Â
âNo fucking way,â Â
You sit up suddenly, hearing faint conversation before the sound of steps barreling towards your door. You just barely manage to pull the sheets up over your chest before she comes storming through the door of your bedroom. Â
You watch her eyes scan your entire room, mentally collecting data before she finally lands on you. As your brain starts to load back in, your eyes go wide with horror at the look of pure scandal on her face. Â
Fuck. You were supposed to be having dinner with her and Tsubaki tonight. Usually you confirm with them in the mornings since your up. Itâs not uncommon for her to drop in when you donât reply to check in since you live close by.Â
Fuck. Â
âYouâOh, I have to text Tsubaki-chan, I canât believeââ Â
Before she gets to finish her sentence, Umemiya appears behind her in your door way. The sight of him only adds fuel to the flame of your embarrassment. You went another round or two before bed last night and it looks like it too. Shirtless in sweats he left over a while ago, his biceps are covered in scratch and with a few hickies, heâs wearing his hair down with a cup of tea and a very apologetic smile. Â
You cover your face with your hands unsure of how to deal with the feeling of pure mortification. Â
Kotoha snaps a picture of your room that causes even more distress. Â
âIf you donât delete that right now, Iâm gonna kill us both.â Â
âIn your dreams.â Â
Umemiya laughs warmly. âPlease donât kill each other.â Â
He slides past Kotoha coming over to you. Bending down to kiss your forehead, he pulls the blanket up over you so youâre more well-covered. You give him an incredulous but Umemiya is unfazed - smiling as bright as ever.Â
âGood morning,â Â
âI canât believe my eyes,â Kotoha says. She points at Umemiya. âYou, go put on a shirt.â Â
âFine, fine. Stay for breakfast,â Umemiya says with a smile. âItâll be nice having it with my two favorite people.â Â
You make another face as Umemiya gives you a long, affectionate look before disappearing. She sighs as she looks at you, pinching the bridge of her nose. Â
âI would ask if youâre gonna meet us for dinner but you donât have a choice anymore so show up at seven. Iâm gonna leave before that tactless idiot comes back. Weâll talk later.â Â
You nod in understanding. She turns to leave but then turns back with a genuine smile. Â
âAnd, well - congrats. Heâs a tactless idiot but he does love you or whatever. Cherish each other,â Â
You flush, nodding your head. âYeahâŠthanks.â Â
With that Kotoha leaves quickly. Umemiya returns still shirtless, pouting a little when he notices sheâs gone. Â
âShe left already?â Â
âOf course she did. I canât believe you would invite her for breakfast.â  Â
Umemiya shrugs. âNo point being coy about it. I thought itâd be nice. I was looking for a shirt but I guess I donât need one now,â He sits besides you on the bed, turning to face with a goofy smile. âAnyways, good morning.â Â
âYou already said that.â Â
âYou didnât say it back,â Â
You frown. âGâmorning,â Â
He smiles suddenly before grabbing you from underneath the blankets and sheets - pulling your naked body ontop of him as he grins. Sunlight pours through the window as he holds you to his chest, kissing the crown of your head before pressing his cheek into your hair. Â
âMm, yeah. Itâs a really good morning after all.â Â
âYouâre stupid.â Â
âAnd you love me,â Â
You fail trying not to smile.  Damn him. You're so happy it hurts. You roll your eyes.
âI guess so.â Â
#windbreaker x reader#umemiya x reader#windbreaker smut#umemiya smut#writing tag#umemiya hajime x reader#umemiya hajime smut#bro#im sorry if there are still typos i edited this so much
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three seconds â sam winchester
for : 200+ followers event [ closed ] ââą pairing : sam winchester x gn!reader ââąÂ genre : fluff ââąÂ cw : light swearing, accidental cuddling, casual mention of marriage between sam and reader (it's just dean teasing tho lol), idiots friends to lovers, kissing, barely edited ââą wc : 1.2K prompt : sleeping in the same bed, as theyâd often do, but one morning waking up cuddling
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to be truthful, this isnât the first time youâve woken up with yours and samâs limbs entangled with each otherâs. itâs just far less common for his hand to be so gloriously attached to your waist or his face to be tucked all sweet and warm into your neck. your own hands are placed in his hair and on his broad shoulder blade.
waking up like this is heaven; first, in the moments before you can process exactly what is happening, and second, once you realize and can bask in the splendor of having him so intimately close and vulnerable with you. then it comes crashing down as you remember that this isnât quite how itâs supposed to be, and that youâll never, not for a moment, be able to get this feeling out of your head, your body.
which means every moment after you untangle yourself from him will be full of a pure, undying, taunting want, maybe even need, to have him like that again. such a feeling is a general inconvenience as one considers that sam is your best friend, that he and his brother are just about all you have, and that youâd rather die than lose them to the fact that youâre in love with him. so clearly, itâs better he never knows, itâs just that constantly thinking about cuddling with him tends to lead to you making heart eyes at him or your cheeks flushing hot when he looks at you a moment too long.
then thereâs the realization that sam is still asleep, the steady rhythm of his breath tickling your neck is both comforting and terrifying all at once. what if he wakes and jerks away, uncomfortable with your proximity? should you push him away before he even realizes the position youâre in? itâs not as if sam doesnât enjoy physical affection; he pretends he doesnât, but youâre convinced that heâs a cuddlebug at heart. maybe thatâs an overly cute way of putting it, but you can feel how much he loves hugs, how much he enjoys having his head in your lap when you get a rare movie night. youâre just worried that this is too much, too close for even him.
and yet, youâre feeling selfish, because what if you never get him like this again? so you close your eyes again and just revel in the way it feels to have the tip of his nose pressed to your neck and his forehead against your jaw. his hands on you, so steady and sure in his sleep. his hair, soft between your fingers and the muscle of his back under your palm. his leg, tucked between yours. just the weight of him, pressed against you all solid and real and almost immovable until he wakes.
you hear dean stir a few feet away and you pray he wonât be able to tell youâre not asleep. breath even and eyes still gently closed, you hear dean move about, mumbling to himself. heâs digging around in a bag, pulling something out. then you feel him move closer and you swear heâs hovering at the foot of the bed.
then you hear a click, like that of a camera shutter, and you realize deanâs taken a picture of the two of you like this. pictures of the three of you are rarer, and dean being the one to take it means itâs special. you suppose blackmail is special in its own way and beg to no one that dean didnât hear your breath hitch as you realize this moment is now immortalized by a picture that deanâll print out someday and shove in your faces to make fun.
then deanâs mumbling to himself again, now close and loud enough for you to make out his words. âthese two,â he sighs, tone practically chastising as if he sees something glaringly obvious, but the both of you canât seem to quite get there. âi swear, the heart eyes from across the room, the longing gazes. god, theyâll be the death of me.âÂ
he really, truly thinks youâre asleep. he talks like this when he doesnât know you can hear him. though usually not about you and sam, not like this. âtheyâre both such idiots. idiots in love,â he laughs humorlessly to himself, then turns away, stuffing the camera back in the bag he dug it out from. âmaybe i should lock them in a closet,â he considers, voice so low you can barely catch his words, âsee who caves first. then theyâll probably only thank me for that or the puke-inducingly cute photo once theyâre married, those ungrateful asses. kids these days.â he lets out a huff of breath as he heads to the bathroom, seemingly done with his ranting about ⊠about what? you and sam being in love with each other? what the hell was he saying, married? you and sam? you have to hold back from letting out a lovesick sigh.
youâre so caught up turning deanâs words over in your mind that only samâs hand lightly squeezing your side brings you back to the present. your eyes shoot open and you pull your hand out of his hair. sam parts from you, barely. how long has he been awake? youâre almost too scared to look at sam, who hasnât even attempted to untangle himself from you. heâs still got his hand on your waist and his leg tucked between yours and your eyes catch his without you meaning to. itâs always like that; your eyes will wander until they find his face, every time. itâs habit, instinct, unavoidable.
he looks at you long, and something about his pretty eyes turned green from the morning light and the color of the sheets keeps you holding his gaze, taking him in as he does you.
when sam finally speaks, his voice is hushed, but thereâs this barely contained joy to it, begging to be released. âthink we should save him the trouble?â the playfulness in his voice tugs at the corner of your lips. when he sounds happy, you canât help but feel that way.
âof?â you ask, thinking you know what he means, but wanting to be sure.
âof locking us in a closet. sounds like a bit of a hassle, if you ask me,â he smiles at you, and his words plus the sight of his dimples has got you grinning without restraint. you wonder again how long sam was awake, but completely without apprehension this time. all the two of you needed was a few playful words exchanged, and now you know. though you wouldnât have without deanâs unwittingly overheard grumbles, so you supposed you will have to thank him after all.
âi donât know,â you say with a false air of careful thinking, âseems like it could be fun, yâknow? itâs been too long since weâve played a good trick on dean, donât you think?â
sam doesnât have an answer for that because heâs been too busy staring at the way your lips move, still pulled into a smile as you talk. you take another good look at him and wonder, how in the world did i miss it? the way he looks at me?
if he doesnât kiss you within three seconds flat, youâll do it yourself. it takes him those three seconds exactly, and you move in such synch itâs possible that your lips meet right in the perfect middle of the barely-there space between you.
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Man in the Elevator [Office AU]
FEATURING : MALE STRANGER (OC) x male reader
As you arrive to work, you find yourself stuck in the elevator with a handsome unknown coworker. Unable to exit, a robotic voice from the intercom announces that to leave the elevator, you'd have to do the despicable. And with a total hot stranger?!
Dubcon, variation of sex pollen kind of fic, male oc x male reader
aftermath
Find out more under the cut!
What kind of porn scenario is this?!
The (h/c) gritted his teeth, tempted to smash the button of the intercom. "...I think someone is just messing with us." He didn't want to turn around, only glancing at the mirror to his left, the only big reflective piece in the small elevator.
A man, handsome (m/n) noted, stood in a nice, ironed black suit, a navy button up and a matching black tie. His skin was pale, spiky and short dark hair, his build strong and quite beefy. He'd look like someone you'd have a crush on at the gym. The expensive one you'd think twice before purchasing a membership.
Daisuke Yuichi.
(m/n) read his name tag as he sighed and crouched down on the elevator floor, hearing the man behind him trying to reassure him.
It was like any other morning, he'd wake up, get ready for his job at any normal office environment and arrive to work using the public railway. Although the normal elevator he would use in the lobby was unusable, scheduled for maintenance, and he opted to use the lower ground one on the west side of the building so he went downstairs to the garage.
He didn't pay any mind when a guy who looks richer than his office acquiantances waited for the elevator beside him and stepped inside as well. It was sudden when the elevator shook and went rigid, not responding when the (h/c) frantically smashed the button to open the elevator.
"To exit the elevator, please commit sexual intercourse with the person closest to you!"
The (h/c) felt his stomach dropped as the formal prerecorded voice rang inside the lift. A gasp escaped the stranger behind him as well. "Hey what the fuck? This isn't funny!" He kicked the metal doors, agitated but to no avail.
"To exit the elevator, please commit sexual intercourse with the person closest to you!"
"I...This never happened before..." (m/n) turned behind him. The good-looking man had a worried expression. "Can you try calling for maintenance? My phone has no line."
True to his words, the (h/c) could not call anyone for help, limiting his communication to the outside world making him feel more panic inside. "Damn it..."
Currently, every time they pressed any button whatsoever, the same message would repeat, clarifying that someone needs to fuck someone and (m/n) would rather not be involved. Well-
"I'm really sorry if I make you feel uncomfortable...I'll stop talking now." The stranger, Daisuke, really tried his best to reaffirm the (h/c) as he sat in the corner, as far as he could but (m/n) ignored him, too annoyed to even talk. It doesn't help that his face was a real beaut too. One of those gentle giants that girls would rave over.
"..." (m/n) didn't speak, annoyed at the whole situation as he remained his crouched stance, crinkling his suit. "Do you...work here too?"
The (h/c) groaned, Daisuke really was a chatterbox, either that or he speaks to calm his nerves. "If it isn't any obvious, then yes. I do work here." He snapped accidentally.
"Sorry. My name is Daisuke! Daisuke Yuichi." Hearing (m/n) respond made Daisuke's tone much lighter, smiling as he held out a hand. The (h/c) grabbed it and shook it lightly. "I know." "Eh? You know me?" "No. I read your nametag." "Oh..."
The ravenette seemed disappointed, (m/n) almost rolled his eyes. Was he supposed to be some hotshot or something?
"Can I know your name?" "(m/n) (l/n)." "That's a nice name." Daisuke's lips form a gentle smile, reaching his eyes. The (h/c)'s face was blank however.
"...so what's the plan?"
(m/n) squinted his eyes at Daisuke, who still had that polite smile on. If he had to describe this new stranger, a polite, neat, rich guy. Other words, a golden retriever, maybe?
"We wait. This can't go on forever." Daisuke pouted and looked the other way to hide his face. He mumbled an 'okay'. (m/n) was horrified. What the fuck was wrong with this guy? Was he ready to do the deed with anyone at any time?!
The (h/c) scooted further into the corner, burying his face into his knees. Waiting for the elevator to return to normal or when help somehow miraculously arrived.
Half an hour passed when the intercom suddenly announced that 'assistance' would commence.
"To ease the occurence of an intercouse, external assistance would be provided!"
(m/n) was screaming internally and screamed externally when visible coloured gas came pouring in from the vents. It was heavy from Daisuke's side. "Hey hey! It's okay. We'll be fine." The ravenette held (m/n) by his shoulders when the (h/c) was panicking and thrashing about.
"You're fucking with me right now?! This is absurd!" (m/n) wailed into Daisuke's hold as the ravenette immediately took off his blazer. He grabbed a water bottle and soaked part of his blazer and pressed it into the (h/c)'s face.
"Don't breathe it in. This will help." "What about you?!" (m/n)'s voice muffled against the damp clothing. He only noticed the rising red hue on Daisuke's cheeks and the flush on his neck and ears. He smiled apollogetically. "I think it's a bit too late for me."
The (h/c) blinked owlishly as he glanced at the feverish ravenette's crotch, his mouth screeching when he saw the big hard outline on his slacks. Daisuke sweatdropped as he slumped down against the wall of the elevator.
"Don't worry. I pride myself on my self-control. I'll just...ride it out." Daisuke smiled as he turned his face away, his breathing getting heavier and heavier.
(m/n) couldn't help but feel slightly guilty. He pressed the damp blazer further into his nostrils, the small space being filled up with the gas. He could feel himself getting slightly aroused, although notbas affected as Daisuke.
Said person only faced his body away, panting to himself in the corner while clutching his tie, pulling it loose. The ravenette closed his eyes, humming to distract himself from the growing fervour in his pants.
Daisuke felt bad for the other person in the lift, (m/n) that is. Such a handsome guy too. Wish our introduction was a bit different... Daisuke thought to himself, resisting to look at the (h/c).
"Daisuke..." "Yeah?" He croaked out. The aphrosidiac was really getting to him but he couldn't just pounce on the (h/c). What kind of person would he be then.
He flinched when a (s/c) hand grasped onto his shoulder. "Don't-!" "It's fine." (m/n) hummed, Daisuke's blazer was crumpled in a corner. The ravenette's eyes widened seeing (m/n) willingly inhale the stimulating gas.
"Why did you-" Daisuke went to cover (m/n)'s nostrils but the latter swatted his hand away. "It's...not fair for you. Besides, it's the only way we can get out of here right." The (h/c) straddled the ravenette, Daisuke's face becoming entirely flushed seeing (m/n) in his lap.
"We can do it." (m/n) mumbled, furrowing his eyebrows and glancing elsewhere. Daisuke stared at him for a bit before pushing his hips upwards, lightly grinding himself into the (h/c)'s crotch. (m/n) let out a surprise gasp as he clutched the ravenette's shoulders. He panted lightly as he tried to avoid Daisuke's horny gaze.
"....But I don't want to bottom." A vein almost popped on (m/n)'s forehead as he punched Daisuke's bicep. "FUCK OFF!" The ravenette laughed as he wrapped his arms around (m/n). "I'll do my best, (m/n)." He smiled up at the (h/c) who only nodded feverishly, feeling the lust fully taking over.
Daisuke pulled (m/n)'s waist down and began to rub their the (h/c)'s ass on his crotch, elliciting a few gasps from the latter. He could feel his nails digging into his shoulders which only drove his excitement further.
Daisuke unbuckled (m/n)'s belt, earning a whine and pulling his pants down. The (h/c) had never been so grateful that he was wearing nice briefs today. Daisuke palmed his erection, rubbing his thumb over the wet patch on his underwear.
(m/n) instantly pulled off his bottoms and hurriedly pawed at Daisuke's own pants. After their lower halves were bare, the ravenette slid his cock, (m/n) didn't dare to look at how big it was, in between the (h/c)'s ass, slipping and humping their bottoms together.
"Don't just- mmff! Shove it like that! Stroke it first- gah!"
"S-Sorry. Is this- ang ahh! Good for you- mmng!"
Even (m/n) was moving his hips, back and forth to reciprocate Daisuke's movements who was gliding his now wet cock under the (h/c)'s dick, balls and asscrack. (m/n) was confused on how the hell did Daisuke had that many precum as he stroked his own cock, ignoring the staring ravenette.
Everything felt hot and sticky, (m/n) felt every inch of his pores being pressed and melting. His body twitched against Daisuke's, his teeth gritting as he shut his eyes closed, relishing in this sinful hedonism. He flinched when he felt a spurt of wetness hitting his lower back.
"S-Sorry..." Daisuke clenched his teeth, clearly embarrassed of his quick ejaculation. (m/n) ogled the ravenette's face, scanning his reddened cheeks and long eyelashes. The world really did gifted this stranger with a good body and a good face. And the world gave this man to (m/n).
The (h/c) pursed his lips as he mumbled. "You talk too much..." He quickly jacked off his own penis, his hips stuttering when he came, Daisuke holding his waist in place. Cum smeared on Daisuke's clothed torso, littering his navy shit with milky white.
"To exit the elevator, please commit sexual intercourse with the person closest to you!"
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" (m/n) yelled at at the intercom, opting to throw his shoe at the button panel. He heard Daisuke chuckle as large hands began rubbing his sides up and down. "We don't have as much as a choice do we?"
The (h/c) slowly turned to see the smiling ravenette before scrunching his nose. "You're doing it from the back."
-
Hands gripped the cold metal railing, pants escaped from his mouth as it fogged up the mirror in front of him. (m/n) had long discarded his shoes but kept his long-sleeved top on. Daisuke had already unbuttoned his, well-defined abs, fat chest and his happy trail exposed as he pressed his crotch against (m/n)'s bottom.
Both of them were standing, the (h/c) bent over and holding the handrails of one of the two walls it was built in. Daisuke behind him, his large pale hands caressing (m/n)'s back, the latter slapping his hand away. It doesn't help that they just so happened to be in front of a mirror, fortunately for (m/n) it only showed their upper halves.
The ends of (m/n)'s shirt barely covered his behind, he felt Daisuke lightly touching it, Daisuke was thinking whether to move it but decided otherwise.
"Do you mind?" (m/n) looked up to see Daisuke holding two fingers near his face, his back almost touching Daisuke's bare chest. The (h/c) furrowed his eyebrows in confusion. Why won't he do it himself?
"I've never done it with a guy before." "So?" The ravenette didn't answer, only pushing his fingers into the corner of mouth, (m/n) reluctanly opening his mouth, the gas influencing most of his decisions currently.
Daisuke began to rub his fingers all over (m/n)'s teeth, gums and his tongue prompting a gagging noise from the (h/c) as he rolled his eyes back. Instinctively, (m/n) began to suck on the thick, rough fingers, licking the padding before swirling his tongue all over his digits as knuckles knocked on his hard palate.
The ravenette's index and middle finger began to piston in and out of (m/n)'s mouth, dragging his saliva back and forth and encouraging choking noises from the (h/c). The bottom's eyesight was getting blurry and he glanced at the mirror to see Daisuke breathing heavily, his face flushed as he shoved his fingers down (m/n)'s throat.
This fucker is really getting off of this. The same could almost be said for the (h/c) who groaned as Daisuke finally pulled out, his fingers dripping with wetness and (m/n)'s throat felt raspy and sore. He flinched as cold fingers tapped on his entrance.
Daisuke tested the waters by gently prying (m/n)'s asshole, slowly pushing his fingers in as the (h/c) shivered. Sweat began to drip off of his face as he felt the ravenette behind him began caressing the inside of his hole, rubbing his walls and slowly pushing deeper and deeper.
"Mmnng just hurry up...please."
It was so teasing to feel the stranger trying to relax his hole by circling his fingers inside his ass. Clearly he wasn't lying when he said this was his first time with a man. "Patience is a virtue. I'll put it in soon." Daisuke teased (m/n) as he tapped his ass gently, the latter feeling heat rise on his face. As soon as they got out of this elevator, he's clocking his face.
Fingers pulled out and (m/n) sighed at the empty feeling in his anus but he heaved and immediately covered his mouth when Daisuke's tip suddenly impaled his entrance. The ravenette shivered as warmth enveloped his penis, he threw his head back and gazed at the mirror to see (m/n) but only found a shaking (h/c) whose head was facing the ground, concealing his expressions.
Daisuke frowned at that, wanting to see (m/n)'s face as he experimentally thrusted the rest of his penis in. He hissed at the tight hole, the (h/c) clenching down on him. The ravenette rubbed circles on (s/c) hips to calm him down as he felt the grip on his dick relaxing.
He let out a breath of relief as he gripped (m/n)'s hips and immediately pushed the rest of his cock in, hearing a muffled squeal from the (h/c). Daisuke grinned and took it as a green light, instantly thrusting in and out of his ass, moaning ardently. "F-Fucking hell. Haanh ha hah you feel so good-"
He took in the sight of his moving crotch and (m/n)'s ass colliding together, getting turned on more at the sight of his dick pounding into the squelching hole. The gas was too good at its job, precum leaking out of the (h/c)'s hole as Daisuke fucked into (m/n) harshly.
(m/n) cupped his mouth with his hand, not wanting to let out any lewd noises but having only little success. His thighs shook every time Daisuke's hips slapped into (m/n)'s behind. He could feel the ravenette's large cock pushing against his walls, filling him up to the brim.
Daisuke frowned at the (h/c)'s shirt as he pushed the fabric upwards, exposing a (s/c) back. A yelp escaped (m/n)'s lips as the ravenette licked a stripe up the (h/c)'s spine. The shock made him cum, semen squirting from his sensitive penis, spraying on the elevator walls.
The sudden tightness made Daisuke groan loudly as he stilled himself inside the (h/c). Unconsciously filling up (m/n)'s hole, the owner whimpered into his hand. "Urgh unh huh are we done-?"
"Required quota has not been achieved! Please try again!"
"Be so fucking for real right now." (m/n) groaned as he rested his head on the cool metal pole, he didn't move as Daisuke pulled out, liquid pulling out of his puffy hole. He could feel Daisuke's stare on his ass, he wiggled away when Daisuke began to poke into his drippy anus with his index finger.
Another wave of aphrosidiac poured into the lift from the vents, making (m/n) wanting to pull his hair out. What kind of sick pervert is making us do all of this??
"So."
The (h/c) let out a noise of shock as Daisuke suddenly hugged him close, pushing him against the mirror and the metail rail. "Can I do more than the back?" He smiled, blinking at (m/n) who stared at him in absurdity. The audacity??
Daisuke remained nonchalant, blinking his black eyes up at (m/n), his long lashes fluttering against his smooth white skin.
"...Fine."
Maybe (m/n) regretted saying that. Daisuke went on for so long, pushing him further up the wall, bringing up his left leg to push it against (m/n)'s chest. Exposing his puckered hole, the ravenette pushed in again, thrusting like a wild animal moaning like crazy in the (h/c)'s ear.
(m/n)'s leg was shaking, struggling to hold himself up on his tippy toes as he endured Daisuke's slams, covering his mouth again. The (h/c) shivered when Daisuke lapped his tongue at his ear, licking the shell and teasing him. He could feel cum from the previous round leaking down his leg.
"Don't cover your mouth please." The ravenette kissed (m/n)'s neck. "I want to hear you. Your voice." Daisuke pressed his lips on his jaw. "Please." He begged the (h/c), fucking himself in deep and slow earning a muffled whine.
His hand trembled before he hesitantly uncovered his mouth, Daisuke's face visibly lit up as he began to pound harder. (m/n)'s high pitched moans drawn out longer with each thrust. His hips shuddered when he felt a hand stroke his cock, pushing his precum out from the base of his dick.
His head was hot, everything felt hot, like he was smothered by a thick layer of warm air. And that warm air was causing him to these sinful things, well that's exactly what's happening.
(m/n) didn't even realised when they both had cummed. Only when Daisuke pulled himself back and began fingering his hole to get his attention. "Mmngg angh ah hn-!" "That's it. Thaaaaat's it."
Daisuke drew out his voice, whispering praise into (m/n)'s ear as he fished his semen in the tight entrance, rubbing his gummy walls. It was either the aphrosidiac had a love spell embedded into it or Daisuke was really attractive. The (h/c) took in his features, his sharp nose, round eyes and nice plump lips.
(m/n) felt like kissing the ravenette. He shook himself sober when he realised he was leaning into Daisuke's face, the latter disappointed when he pulled away.
It's fine if (m/n) doesn't feel like kissing him, Daisuke does. And he'll coax him using sex!
"Required quota has not been achieved! Please try again!"
The next few scenes were a blur to (m/n). All he could remember was that the gas was the thickest for the next hour, and he was moved into all sorts of positions. Daisuke fucked him up a wall, his arms under his knees as he held up the (h/c) like a champ, his muscles sweating as he teared off the rest of his clothing, exposing his bare body to (m/n).
His thrusts began to increase as well, the lust seeping in their veins were at its maximum as they fucked like wild animals in the small elevator. (m/n) whined for more by spreading his legs, biting on Daisuke's neck, nibbling on his skin and leaving marks all over his flushed neck.
Cumming into the (h/c), Daisuke pushed his thighs against the wall, fully spreading (m/n) open, the rim of his hole stretched as it throbbed around the ravenette's dick, massaging it and swallowing it whole. (m/n) no longer held back his voice, openly crying and moaning like a bitch in heat, fully accepting the gas into his system. Daisuke did a long time ago.
The ravenette breathed in (m/n)'s scent in his neck, inhaling before hovering over the (h/c)'s neck with his lips, experimentally kissing it all over. (m/n) bit his lower lip, gazing at the ravenette as he was still held in an embarrassing exposed position.
A pink tongue pressed against (m/n)'s Adam's apple, lapping it up with spit as he bit the skin with his fangs, breaking it. The (h/c) squirmed, mewling in Daisuke's hold. "Stop teasing me..." He muttered, his gaze elsewhere.
Black eyes scan (m/n)'s face before his right hand softly pulled his chin to make eye contact. Daisuke carefully leaned forward, his breath mixing in with (m/n)'s as he leaned in closer and closer, the tips of their noses touching. The (h/c) peered, his eyes moving left and right before stopping, gently blinking as he stared at the face in front of him.
Slowly, Daisuke's face moved lower, his lips brushing against (m/n)'s before full-on pressing them together. The (h/c) closed his eyes, relishing in the soft kiss as he felt his body relaxed in Daisuke's hold.
A swipe at his teeth and (m/n) opened his mouth, Daisuke eager to tie their tongues together, mashing them and coating them with saliva. Drool seeped out of the corner of Daisuke's mouth, he shoved his tongue against (m/n)'s gums, teeth and his palate.
They both ignored the announcement of the intercom as Daisuke lowered them to the floor. (m/n) wrapped his arms around the ravenette's neck, pulling him in closer and Daisuke tilted his head to obtain more access to the (h/c)'s delicious mouth.
The mood changed instantly, even with the gas dissipating, they were still going at it, both on their knees and Daisuke thrusting up into (m/n)'s bottom as he stationed himself behind the (h/c) whose top had been pulled off by Daisuke, exposing his chest. (m/n) moved himself as well, bouncing against Daisuke's thighs, impaling himself over and over, his head turned behind as he continued making out sloppily with the ravenette.
Passionate gasps tore through the small space of the elevator, especially from the (h/c) every time Daisuke thrusted a little too harsh, driving the tip of his cock into the bundle of nerves that drove (m/n) insane, making him see stars just from that small wet touch. Daisuke couldn't stop cumming in (m/n)'s ass. It was so addicting. It wasn't much different from a woman's but (m/n) was so incredible in his eyes.
Fingers rubbed and twisted (m/n)'s nipples, making the latter broke contact from Daisuke's face, a string of spit breaking as the (h/c)'s body shivered when the ravenette pressed his fingers harder. (m/n) jerkily shoved his ass down, tightening himself on Daisuke's cock, the ravenette gasped out and buried his face into the (h/c)'s shoulders as he immediately spilled cum in (m/n)'s already filled hole.
White semen dripped out onto the floor beneath them, (m/n) moving up and down shallowly on Daisuke's cock, teasing him. The (h/c) wanted more. Daisuke was close to passing out. Tiredly, he fell backwards, lying on the tile floor of the elevator. (m/n) whined as he turned around and crawled over the ravenette.
"Mmm are you done already?" (m/n) complained feverishly. Daisuke's cock was still hard, aphrosodiac working overtime but the owner could barely feel his hips anymore. "...I'm sleepy." He croaked out to which (m/n) frowned.
Daisuke flinched when he felt a tongue swiped across the bulb of his cock. (m/n) ran his tongue up until he reached the tip, sucking on the precious mushroom, licking the slit fervently. He released with a pop as he straddled the ravenette.
Nodding eagerly, he cried out for the (h/c) when his dick was enveloped in a plush warmth. (m/n) grinned lewdly, moving his hips side to side, clearly enjoying the joystick in his ass before he propped himself up with his hands and began to bounce on Daisuke's large cock.
His loud moans resonated in the small space as he threw his head back in pleasure, using Daisuke's penis like a warm dildo. Eyes twitching, his face was covered in sweat, his chin coated with a thin layer of drool and his anus was painted with thinning precum over and over again.
Daisuke's hands reached behind (m/n) and squeezed his plump ass, massaging and pulling at those soft cheeks. He slapped the (h/c)'s butt, earning a whorish moan, as he shamelessly thrusted himself up into (m/n). "C'mon- mmff! Just a bit more- mnggahh!"
Slaps of wet skin reverberated faster as Daisuke continuously smacked the (h/c)'s ass, rubbing his palm over the spot before hitting it again. (m/n) rode the ravenette harder, pressing down harshly, feeling the pit in his stomach burn intensely as he brought his hips up to clench on Daisuke's tip. Repeating the same motion for god knows how long before he came, squirting watery semen on Daisuke's abs.
The ravenette moved his hands to (m/n)'s hips, holding him in place as he pounded up into the (h/c)'s asshole from below, riding out (m/n)'s orgasm who cried out from overstimulation. He groaned and focused on chasing his own high as he slammed himself in and out of (m/n) until he felt himself tipping over the edge.
Daisuke came one last time, although his cum gushed out halfway through his thrust but he persevered and continued humping the (h/c) all while cumming for ten seconds straight.
Both paused, catching their breath before (m/n) collapsed on top of Daisuke, the latter wrapping his arms protectively around the (h/c) as he adjusted himself, making sure he pulled out and patted the (h/c)'s head before promptly passing out on the elevator floor.
(m/n) was still awake, his hands laying on Daisuke's chest as he stared at nothing, his mind blank and his balls empty, although his ass was filled. His eyes widened as he heard the familliar 'ding' of an elevator as he turned back to see the doors opening, revealing the garage they had came from earlier.
"Daisuke wake up! It's open!" He shook the ravenette in an attempt to wake him up but the latter only groaned and continued to remain in his dreamless slumber. (m/n) frowned as he hurriedly pried himself away Daisuke's strong hold.
He quickly dressed himself to the best of his abilities and donned on Daisuke's clothes onto the ravenette, not wanting him to get caught in a naked manner. Fixing his shoes, he collected himself and avoided the wet spots and quickly exited the elevator, wincing in every two steps he took.
With a final glance back to Daisuke, (m/n) hurriedly left the area, reminding himself not to use that same elevator ever again.
-
"(m/n)! Someone's looking for you."
The (h/c) looked up from his cubicle as he stood and approached his supervisor, the one who had called for him earlier. It had been two days since the incident. (m/n) lied to his boss, saying that he had overslept and took a sick day the next morning, not wanting to run into any weird shenanigans ever again. Especially the ravenette.
He tried asking his coworkers about some mysterious lift that's possessed by a sex demon but all he received was recommendations to a psychologist.
Stepping into a meeting room, guided by his supervisor, he was ushered inside and was immediately left alone, not noticing the other person in the room. "Hey! What's that for?" (m/n) pulled the door knob, knocking on the wooden surface.
"It's for me. I asked them to."
(m/n) froze, remembering the familliar voice. The voice he fucked two days ago in that really weird elevator. The same person he left alone, lying on the floor in a desperate attempt to save his own face.
"It wasn't hard to convince my father to search for you, you might know him. He's the CEO after all." Daisuke shrugged, playfully pulling the (h/c)'s tie, twirling it around his finger. He paused and smiled at (m/n).
"I miss you."
The (h/c) didn't know what to say and he opted to turn himself back around, not facing the ravenette as he tugged on the knob much more aggresively. Daisuke laughed as he pulled (m/n), who screeched and squirmed, into a hug.
"I wanna take you out, (m/n)! Even though we already skipped a couple of steps, I'd love for us to go on a date."
[END SCENE]
[unedited]
Afterthoughts :
Oml i love it if the reader is a tad bit sassy or just an untouchable (not shy) beauty HEHE
OR WHEN LIKE THE TOP MOANS??? LIKE U WAN ME THAT BAD?? HEHEHHEEH
this the same daisuke that was in my ybc gangbang fic btw hoho and by Office AU means that this is not their official like storyline that i want, it's just an AU where they fucked in a horny elevator
I would describe Daisuke Yuichi as someone who's rich AF, daddy's boy (as in father is so protective of him), nice and polite (although everyone has a dark side đ), kinda needy and demanding but in a "i dont want to say it so im just hinting it until u say yes" kinda way. The only character i would describe that looks like him the most (hair term) is kashima yuuđ. I hope u look forward to see him more!
more of daisuke yuichi! âŸ
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Accidentally sending a spicy pic to your crush.
The reader is more fem dressed and has a vagina in this- if you want a part b where they donât have outfits just let me know!
CW: Gender Neutral reader with a vagina and fem-like fashion, reader wears bras, no mention of having boobs.
Vox
Vox hadnât known you for very long, you were one of the newer demons working for him. Youâd applied for the job a few months ago.
In that time heâd seen you about four times, but he was honestly thinking of promoting you, you were amazing at your job, good with both the data and the customers, the only thing it seemed you couldnât do, was look at your contacts.
You werenât working tomorrow, so youâd gone out with your friends, youâd purposefully gone to one of the only clubs in the pride ring that wasnât owned by a member of the Vâs, in an effort not to run into your new boss.
Youâd gone all out tonight, spurred on by your friends, see, you had a minor crush on the TV demon, not that youâd ever entertain it. However, your friends had picked your outfit tonight, and you ended up in a gorgeous (if a bit slutty) royal blue dress, sleeveless and short, with a glittery tulle overlay, and some beautiful electric red heels.
You were messing on with your friends in the bathroom, taking photos and just genuinely having fun, already beyond tipsy now. You were sending a photo of you and another friend in the mirror to your group chat, your friend had taken the time you were fixing your hair to add Vox onto the âsend toâ people, you never noticed.
You also didnât notice your phone go off when Vox opened it.
If only that was the worst part.
You finished the night absolutely trashed, your friends working together to walk one another home, most living near one another. You, of course, were the odd on out, and the odd number.
You assured your friends it was fine, you lived in VVV tower for Lucifers sake, youâd be fine! Your friends wouldnât hear it.
One of your friends, less drunk, had messaged one of Velvettes models, whom she used to work with and asked for them to walk you back.
You got back safe and sound, still not having realised youâd sent Vox the bathroom photo, or seeing the demonâs expression as Velvettes model walked you in.
You werenât quite tired enough to sleep when you were dropped back in your room, so you messed on on your phone for a bit, before undressing. You hadnât got to taking your make up off or undoing your hair, youâd gotten your dress off, and just.. stopped.
You were in an ethereal lingerie set, clearly made with Vox in mind.
Pretty blue panties hugged your hips, red electric bolts providing straps, the lace comfortable against your pussy, your chest coved with a light blue bralette, lace spilling against your skin, and the most beautiful glitch effect chain snug around your belly.
You matched this with a black thin choker with a hanging blue electric bolt, and posed against your bed, taking a few photos, changing poses and taking more.
Your favourite was one where you were laid flat, the photo taken from above, you could see your entire body, including the heels you still hadnât taken off, and you were stairing straight at the camera with your painted lips parted.
Satisfied you went to save your photo.
Never noticing youâd sent the same photo to your boss.
Afterall, you hadnât know to take him off your list.
You were cuddled up asleep, still in the underwear, when Vox opened your photo.
You never noticed the power surge then go out, nor did you notice Voxâs name pop up on your phone.
Angel Dust
Angel had seen you around the hotel more than usual, Charlie said youâd recently quit your job to work for someone else, and it gave you more free time and flexibility.
Angel was happy for you, your boss had been a real price of work.
Still riding the high off getting a better job, youâd invited your friends out clubbing, having received a handsome final salary.
You had chosen to go to Hyper-Tech, one of Voxâs clubs, and one of the best. They had some off the greatest drinks, and, unbeknownst to you, that night they also had Angel Dust dancing.
You friends teased you relentlessly about your crush on the porn star already, and they played this off as purposeful on your part, even though youâd had no idea.
You had started the night feeling confident and pretty in your oulfit, but seeing the spider you felt a flash of self consciousness, after all, your outfit was styled on the spiders own colour theme, an off the shoulder soft pink velvet crop-top, above-knee white loose pleated skirt, and pastel pink heels with a hot pink belt and nail polish.
You friends quickly took care of that, telling you how wonderful you looked, that anyone would be lucky to see you.
And getting you drunk definitely helped, the endless stream of cocktails bought with your money, and eventually dipping into your friends supplies brought on a happy buzz.
They also greatly diminished your ability to think critically.
You never saw how Angel Dust watched you the entire time you were in the club, as you progressively got drunker, to the point Angel was shocked you could still stand, never mind walk.
Your friends however, saw how the renowned demon was watching you with concern and admiration.
They quickly concocted a plan without your input.
Angels set finished around 2 in the morning, he waited in his dressing room for you to leave.
You had planed to walk home with your friends before splitting off to the hotel, but one of your friends changed the plan, stating there was no need for you to walk them home, after all, didnât you like live in the complete opposite direction? Another friend had âneeded the bathroomâ and had walked right by Angels door, talking about how you were leaving with the third friend.
As you were arguing about the principle of walking your friends home, Angel Dust came out of club, and said he didnât mind walking you home, you lived together anyway.
Your friends quickly agreed and left, not allowing you to argue.
The whole walk back you were showered with compliments about your outfit, your dancing, your hair, your ability to drink, everything.
Angel walked you all the way to your room before leaving you.
You started to undress, but decided you wanted a photo for this occasion.
In your underwear, a pretty pale pink push-up bra, and a silky white thong, still in the hot pink heels, you took a photo in the mirror, sat on your knees staring in the mirror.
For some reason, you decided to send that to yourself instead of just saving to camera roll.
Only, you never send it to yourself. After the walk home, Angel had messaged you to sleep well, meaning he was your top contact.
Never thinking to check, you simply threw on a pale pink baby doll, took your heels and make up off, and went to bed.
Alastor
Alastor showing up to help at the hotel had never been in your plan.
The radio demon was always an unobtainable shadow, someone you could safely crush on from your own mind, because he would never be in your reach.
Except..
Now he was.
Now not to be foolish, you had figured from his interactions and reactions that Alastor was most likely somewhere on the Ace or Aro spectrum, and you would never push anything onto him.
But you could never even get close enough to talk to him, never mind ask about the possibility of him being on the spectrum.
So you hid. Everytime Alastor was around, you werenât.
Alastor was cooking? You werenât hungry. Al was helping with the daily running? You had work. Alastor was in the library? You didnât want to read anyways.
Alastor always noticed your absence.
Instead you poured over everything and anything about the radio demon.
When he appeared, what he did, where he could have been in the seven years, his rise to power, his abilityâs, his domain, everything.
Your crush on the radio demon was a foolish one, but that didnât stop you from having it.
From dreaming of picnics and ice cream dates, of long walks down the streets of hell, to him taking you apart with his words alone, voice wrapping around you.
And when he stopped those muggers?
You went weak.
So, yea, your crush was unobtainable, in the highest scene.
You could still dress up though.
And you did, frequently.
In pantsuits of dark crimson, to the bloody scarlet ball gown, for the party.
Alastors eyes never left you that night.
Mostly, it was under your clothes.
Pretty crimson baby dolls. Black lacy thongs. Scarlett bralettes. Everything. Your camera roll was full of photos of yourself in the underwear, posing this way and that, full of imagination and hopes you would never act on.
Oh how youâd positively die if anyone saw.
That didnât stop you.
Right now you were dressed in a darling crimson corset, embroidered with darker lace, tied tight, paired with dark scarlet panties, pussy damp against the lace as you lost yourself slightly in a fantasy, black heels and a black necklace, you had posed side on to the camera, staring straight ahead, knees folded underneath you and head tilted slightly up, arms held behind your back.
You heard your shutter go off and stood, getting dressed in a black lace camisole, taking of the corset and heels before heading to bed.
Picking your phone up on the way, you saved the photo to your folder.
Surely, you should have expected naming your folder âAlastor<3â to backfire, but..
Maybe this was a Freudian slip?
Itâs not like you even noticed youâd sent it, and you were asleep by the time your phone when off.
Lucifer
Youâd seen the King of Hell maybe twice, once in passing, and once when he came to the hotel.
It was more than enough for you to crush on the child-like King, falling in love with his attitude and personality, drawn further in by his looks and kindness.
By the time the charity ball came around, you were completely lost for him.
Lucifer showed up in a white suit, not too different from his normal attire, only more fancy, more Kingly, so to speak.
You had taken Angels advice and dressed to impress.
Angel Dust was the only one who knew about the feelings you had for the fallen angel, and he took every opportunity to tease you for it, but he was also your biggest supporter.
You and Angel had knows each other almost as long as youâd been in hell, so his help was soothing for you, and you smiled as the spider laced up the golden gown youâd picked.
It was a golden off-the-shoulder ball gown, with a soft cover of glittery tulle over the top, the skirt flaring out, reaching the floor, covered in rose embroidered embellishments, and paired with bloody red heels, and a glittering clutch.
Charlie had told you all to go all out, and you and Angel did not disappoint.
The two of you descended together, and you caught site of the King before quickly moving your eyes, your blush almost matching your clutch.
Charlie swanned around you, telling you how amazing you looked, and look at your hair!
Angel got you a flute of champagne before leaving you to find Husk.
Traitors.
You walked around the party, dancing with people here and there, doing your best to avoid looking at the King.
You never saw that his eyes never left your form, or how he glared at everyone who touched you.
The king had tried more than once to get close to you, if not to dance with you, to at least tell you how amazing you looked, but you always seemed to move at just the right time.
Charlie had been snapping photos of you the whole night, sending them to her dad, even she saw the two of you pining for one another.
Your flute was never empty, and unfortunately for you, Angel could always recognise when you were about to bolt, and he and Husk would step in to talk to you and prevent it.
Did you mention traitors?
By the time you were finally able to leave, you were definitely tipsy, clutching Angels arm as the two of you ascended the stairs, congratulating yourself on managing to avoid the King.
Angel saw the way Lucifer was watching you, but you didnât.
By the time you were in your room and Angel had left after unlacimg your dress, âwe went all blessed with long arms, Aâây!â, you wanted a special photo.
So you got ready.
You kept your heels on and striped to your underwear, a strapless golden bra with a red bow in the center, trimmed in lace, and panties to match, also trimmed in lace. You kept the sparkly fishnets on too, and your makeup on, before finiding a pose you liked.
Finally settling on a pose wherein you were laid on your back, your knees up and tilted slightly to the side, one hand on your breast, the other just above your head, and your face tilted towards your phone, positioned slightly higher than you, and just above your head.
You smiled at the photo, and went to save it.
You never looked.
Lucifer had got your number of Charlie to tell you how nice youâd looked. Your response?
A photo.
You were asleep by the time Lucifers own response came in.
Husk
Husk hadnât taken much notice of you at first, only that you seemed to come and go with Angel, Husk later learned you were Angels shadow so to speak, Valentino payed you prettily just to follow and protect the star.
Husk noticed you more as you came out more without Angel, not being needed as often when you were in the hotel.
You and the barcat had had some quite good conversations, and some even better discussions.
You knew your way around cards that was for sure, and the cat loved talking with you about card tricks.
Sure no one could match him in card tricks, but hearing you talk about them? Something just felt different.
Husk worried about you and Angel a lot, especially when you both came back late, Angel looking trashed, and you looking slightly high on those nights. It took Husk months to realise Valentino was drugging you both, more so Angel. On those nights, Husk would stay up late to make sure you and Angel ate and drank before going to bed.
Husk never brought it up, and Angel didnât remember, so you never spoke about it. If the cat didnât want to bring it up why should you?
Husk did notice his favourite snack appearing on the bar in the mornings however.
Your crush on the cat had started before you even began talking to him, but those conversations, the way he treated you, how he never made you seem unimportant, the way he looked after you and Angel after Val had been upset?
You were gone.
And the cat was your new home.
Not that youâd ever tell him of course, you would never risk ruining such a wonderful friendship like that.
Of course, there were also nights like these. When Val needed Angel for publicity, those were the best. You both got to dress up and basically just party, no forced drugs or alcohol, just fun.
Youâd dressed in an orange one-shoulder skin-tight slip dress, with a split up-to your thigh, paired with glittery purple heels, a clutch and jewellery, with black card themed earrings.
Husk had seen you just before you got into Voxâs limo and dropped his bottle of cheap alcohol, sending Niffty into a cleaning/laughing fit.
You and Angel didnât get back until 1 in the morning, both of you slightly buzzed, but pretty much sober, not having been forced to fed any drugs and having eaten at the gala.
Husk had tried to stay up.
You feel deeper when you realised the barcat was asleep at his post because he was waiting for you. Sending Angel to bed, you walked over to the barcat and gently shook him awake, telling him he could go to bed.
From here Husk noticed the earrings, and flushed, jolting backwards and falling.
You giggled a little before apologising for startling him, which he waved off.
He headed to bed and you got back to your room. Taking your dress off you caught sight of your self in the mirror.
Pretty orange panties with a tiny club embroidered in at the side, deep orange plunge bra with a spade on the left cup, purple bracelet, necklace, and shoes, pretty orange make-up, and a heart and diamond earring set.
You needed a photo.
Fussing around a bit you finally settled on a pose with you laying slightly over the end of the bed, head and chest tilted down, knees pulled up to the side, camera angled too capture everything, arms by your head, and full body on display.
You changed into some sleep clothes after the photos, and in your sleepy state sent them to Husk, instead of simply saving them.
You didnât wake up until well after Husk responded.
Lute.
Lute had noticed you as soon as youâd joined Adamâs ranks.
Of course she had.
You were the prettiest exterminator Lute had had the pleasure of seeing.
She pestered Adam until he agreed Lute could have her own assistant.
That of course, was you.
Lute loved having you work with her.
Yes all your conversations were about work, and you treat her like your boss, not a colleague, but it wa a better than when you werenât talking at all.
You were still reeling from the change in position so fast, and now having to deal with the angel you were crushing on at all hours of the day?
Your poor heart couldnât deal.
You were a blushing mess under your mask every time Lute spoke to you, praising yourself every time you got through an answer without stumbling or stuttering on the words.
Your friends were relentless with the teasing, going as far as to create hand signals to tease you even on the training fields.
Regardless you excelled.
You had to be the best.
And so you were.
Lute often asks what fuels you, and you always stumbled through a bullshit answer, never remembering what youâd said before.
You never gave her the same answer.
You couldnât exactly tell your now boss the reason you did so well was so she would notice you, could you?
Shadowing Lute meant shadowing Adam. He usually left you alone for the most part though.
It meant going to fancy angel partyâs. With out your mask.
You forced your friends to help you get ready.
Gorgeous black knee length dress, clinched at the waist, with silvery heels, a silver necklace, a silver clutch, and purple earrings, your hair done all nice and make up to compliment the outfit.
Your friends told you you looked stunning, and when Lute saw you, she had to agree.
You spent the entire party following Lute around, you didnât know any of the people here and you were anxious.
Lute kept your champagne topped up, eventually switching you to something a little harder when it became clear you wouldnât settle on the sparkling liquid alone, not used to the alcohol you got drunk fast.
Adam allowed Lute to leave early, so she could take you home.
Lute got you in safely and even placed an aspirin and water on your bedside table, before leaving you, messaging your phone to let you know whatâs happened.
Meanwhile, youâd striped down to a gray lacy bralette, with matching high waisted panties, pretty silver heels, make-up still on and earrings still in.
You wanted a photo.
You set your phone up, and posed, on you knees on your bed, heels just visible, leaned back slightly, one hand behind your bed in a stretch and one on the bed, eyes looking just beyond the camaraderie.
Happy with the results, you went to save the picture, instead, sending it to Lute, who opened it as soon as she got home.
Bye the time Lute replied, you were curled up ontop of your covers, heels still on, sleeping deeply.
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