#going a bit insane with excitment over here

[bucketsofmonsters]

A Matter of Time - Chapter 4

Timothy Timepice x Reader, Timmy x Reader

Slow burn, At least for one of them it’s a slow burn, Timmy doesn’t really do slow, Gender neutral reader, Afab reader, Anxiety, Enemies to lovers, Or I guess people who bicker a lot to lovers, Rating will change soon, Reader will be domming both of them so if you’re not down for that, don’t get too invested, insomnia, dry humping

word count - 2k

Masterlist

You had one more appointment with Timothy before the schedule he had made for you ran out and you knew you needed to take advantage of it. If you didn’t set up more appointments, you had no way of knowing which one the clock would bring you, Timothy or Timmy, and you had a lot of questions for Timmy. 

You supposed you had a lot of questions for both of them, but Timmy at least seemed less averse to giving you answers, even if he did have other eccentricities. 

At the very least, if you set up more appointments, then you would know who you were getting. Despite only having met him once, you were well aware that mentally preparing yourself for Timmy was a very different process than mentally preparing for Timothy. 

And besides, you hadn’t had the chance to give Timothy his gift. 

So for today, you were back to the seven alarm plan. 

Well, in spirit you were back to the seven alarm plan. What you had actually enacted was a far more irritating twenty-nine alarm plan, where alarms went off every five minutes from 11 o’clock until you hit twenty minutes before, at which time alarms would go off every minute until it hit 12. 

Was it potentially overkill? Sure. But you knew one thing for certain, you weren’t going to miss the meeting. 

When you hit your seventeenth one-minute-apart alarm, the insanity began to set in. You suspected this might be what Chinese water torture felt like as you braced for the sound of the alarm, never quite sure when it was about to start blaring at you. 

After the nineteenth alarm, you assumed the position. You stood and waited, staring at Timothy who was, conveniently, also a clock. It at least let you watch the seconds tick by as you prepared. 

Despite all your alarms and mental preparation, you couldn’t help the burst of anxiety that took over you and got you to summon Timothy five seconds early. 

He had about three seconds to gather his bearings before the alarm started blaring behind you and you had to scramble to turn it off. 

When you turned around, he looked deeply irritated with you. 

“If you let that alarm go off one more time, I will not be held liable for what I might do,” he said crossly. 

“You’re a clock, isn’t this like, your brother or something. Second cousin, maybe,” you said, realizing moments after you said it that it was perhaps not how you should be starting this particular interaction. 

Timothy scowled. “No, I think you will find it is not. Now, did you come here to discuss inferior timepieces with me?”

“No,” you said, moving to grab what you had behind you. “I came to give you this.”

The cups were wrapped in bright yellow wrapping paper, unlike how they’d been the day before. It felt like it should be a bit more of a real present after all that had happened. The calendar sat under the wrapped box, but it seemed best to lead with the present before demanding more appointments. 

He did not seem particularly excited about the present. “I do not need anything from you,” he said as he ripped open the paper. “Not after your performance… Oh, actually, these are quite nice.”

You smiled at him. “I’m glad you like them!”

He sighed, turning the cups over in his hands. “I suppose I can hear you out, but only-”

BEEP BEEP BEEP

You whipped around to face your phone, the alarm blaring again after you had seemingly hit snooze instead of turning it off. 

“I am an alarm clock too, you know,” Timothy said, the lines of his face harsh with tension. “At the very least, I am not so annoying as that thing is.”

“I just don’t… you know, take you everywhere.”

He harumphed. “I suppose. Your loss. And the loss of everyone who can hear that thing.”

Okay, so not like brothers. Maybe they were like clock rivals. 

“Listen, that isn’t what I came here for. I wanted to set up more appointments with you, in the future. This one was our last one.”

“And why would I trust you with that, after yesterday’s debacle?" he asked indignantly, eyes narrowing.

“Because if you don’t, I’ll just have to guess when I should talk to you, and then it’s anyone’s guess whether it will be you or Timmy that-”

“How dare you mention that upstart in front of me,” he hissed. “I should cast you out for that crime alone.”

Your brows furrowed. “Cast me out from where? What does that mean?”

“That is entirely besides the point. You had the audacity to be late to our meeting and now, when asking for more, I’m sure so you can fail to attend those promptly too, you mention that awful little creature.”

“Am I allowed to ask about him?” you interjected, perhaps unwisely. “Because I really would love to know what is going on there.”

“I am not discussing my curse with you, especially after the stunt you pulled. If you’re so very curious, maybe you should go ask him about it, because you will get nothing from me!”

“If you’re so determined not to help, maybe I will,” you huffed out.

“Don’t you dare,” he snapped back. 

“You just told me to!” It came out whinier than you had intended. 

“I didn’t mean it. You’ve only known him for a few minutes, why do you even care so much?”

“I’m curious about all of you, it isn’t just Timmy. I want to know how you all work, what makes you tick.” You paused for a moment before scrambling to add, “That wasn’t meant to be a joke.”

Timothy sighed. “I will add some appointments to your calendar, so if you need to see me, you know when to do it. You are not to visit me outside of these times. Am I understood?”

You nodded, if only to get him to make the appointments. 

After he finished writing, he picked up the teacups again, staring down at them intently. 

“Why are you so desperate to keep me from him?” you asked, doing your best to soften your voice. “I won’t judge you or anything. I mean, it’s clear he’s a different person from you, I wouldn’t hold anything he did against you.”

“Because I said so,” he replied, and it would have sounded juvenile if his voice hadn’t been so sharp. “Now good day to you.”

Despite the firm warning you’d been given, you couldn’t help but wonder about Timmy. Of all the objects-turned-people you’d talked to, he certainly seemed the most pliant. It seemed likely he would tell you whatever you wanted. It was certainly more than you could say for Timothy. 

More than that, he too had invited you back, seeming to want to see you again. It would be rude to just never see him again, especially after he’d seemed so eager. 

You grabbed the alarm clock from your bedroom, the cat one that partnered with the clock on your wall, carrying it with you to the living room to think. 

It would certainly upset Timothy, but to be frank, it seemed everything you did upset Timothy. It wasn’t like it was untrodden ground. And he had given you no good reason not to, acting like a child instead of even trying to help you understand. 

And so, as you pondered this, your eyes remained locked onto your clock. 

It had been an hour since your meeting. That was almost as long as it had been last time, when your lateness had summoned Timmy instead of Timothy. You couldn’t help but wonder…

You reached for your glasses, emotionally preparing to get shouted at by Timothy once more. 

But as the boy appeared in front of you, no shouting came. 

Instead, you saw his ears perk up, his eyes widening in excitement as his pupils turned to slits. “Hello, master,” he purred.

“You really don’t have to do that,” you insisted, moving to sit on your couch to try and make the meeting seem more casual, hoping that might make the boy more willing to open up to you. 

He eagerly shifted forwards, sprawling out across every part of the couch you weren’t actively sitting on. 

“Oh, but Timmy must,” he countered. “It is only proper.”

“Proper, huh,” you mused. “You almost sound like Timothy. 

He hissed at you, as if on instinct, before coming back to himself and making a cute face at you again, his eyes going soft and his body pliant where it lay on the couch. “Timmy is nothing like that stuffy old cat. But master knows that. You disobeyed Timothy to come here. Timmy was too cute to stay away.”

“Sure,” you said, not wanting to hurt the boy’s feelings. “Maybe that’s part of it. I also have some questions for you, if you’d be amiable.”

“Amiable,” Timmy muttered quietly to himself before letting his head fall back so he could look up at you. “Timmy will do whatever master needs him to.”

You smiled down at him, excitement blooming inside of you. “Okay, just a few questions would be incredible. I was wondering, well I was wondering a lot of things. But first, do you guys have prior lives? Could you talk to each other before I made you come to life? Because I know some of you know each other, but it’s sort of unclear to me if it was because you were conscious before or if it was just innate to you when you were brought to life. And how much can you see when you’re in object form? Is that why objects used in conjunction with each other a lot seem more likely to know each other? And how does it feel to be an object, is it different from being human or are you just more able to express yourself this way? And speaking of being an object, was it different before you came to life for the first time? Like, do you maintain some of the humanity that you didn’t have before. Oh, and, well maybe I should let you answer first.”

Timmy’s eyes looked almost like they were glazed over, a vacant expression lying in them as you looked down at him expectantly. 

You gently poked him in the head. “Hello? Are you alright?”

The touch seemed to bring him back to the land of the living, springing up to a seated position beside you. 

 “Timmy has been meaning to tell you,” he said, completely ignoring every single one of your questions, including the ones revolving around how he was doing, “Timmy loved the present master got him. He only wishes there was some way to repay master.”

You perked up a little. “I mean, like I said before, if you’d answer some questions it would really help me out. And I’d be happy to get you more toys if you wanted them. Not like, as repayment though. I don’t want you to feel obligated to do anything.”

A scowl managed to sneak its way through his carefully schooled, wide eyed look. “Questions are boring.”

“So just the toys then?” you asked quickly, not wanting to get both of the cat boys upset at you. One was bad enough. 

“Hmm,” he hummed in consideration.  “Timmy does like playing with toys.”

He shifted forwards, kicking both his legs over your lap so he was basically sitting on you. 

“What toys would you want?” you asked, eyeing his legs suspiciously as he wriggled in your lap. 

“It’s up to you master,” he said, shifting one leg over you so he was straddling your lap. “You’re the one who’s going to play with Timmy.”

With the extra height sitting on your hips gave him, you were able to look one another in the eye. You could see him fighting to keep a mischievous gleam out of his eyes, clearly attempting to look wide eyed and innocent. He succeeded and failed variably from moment to moment. 

“We are still talking about cat toys, right?” you asked, your voice breaking a bit in the middle of your question. 

Timothy smiled at you like you were now in on a joke. “Any toy Timmy owns is a cat toy. Timmy supposes that you own a cat toy too, don’t you master?”

And then he rolled his hips down into yours and in a moment of panic, you shoved him backwards. 

He hit the ground on his back, a surprised little oof escaping him before he collapsed fully to the floor. 

Timmy huffed and scrunched up his nose, sprawling out like a starfish on the floor instead of making any attempt to get up. “Master is no fun.”

“I just remembered I have to… go,” you sputtered out, already backing away from him. 

You watched him roll his eyes before he disappeared and you were left with only the ticking of the clock once more. 

[jjkeverlast]

seven days a week | jjk

✦ pairing fwb!jk x fem!reader

✦ rating explicit (+18)

✦ summary jeon jeongguk has always had crazy ideas, but wanting to fuck you every day of the week was the last thing you expected.

✦ warning & tags college AU, smut, pwp, rimjob (f. receiving), doing it against a dorm desk, protected sex (wrap it up!), jeongguk’s seriously hooorny idk how reader keeps up w him…

✦ word count 1.3k

✦ author’s note this is a re-upload, if you’ve seen this before, this is why:)

masterlist | next chapter

“This better be important.” You say as soon as the call connects, Jimin’s face plastered onto your phone screen. 

“Oh come on. Can’t I just hear how my favorite girl is doing?” Jimin speaks lightly, almost ironically and you just know he wants something. 

“Jimin, what do you want?” You respond sternly. 

Jimin gasps, offended by you saying such a thing. 

“Just spill it—“ Before Jimin can get another word out, someone steps into your dorm. You think it’s your roommate, not bothering to look until the person is standing in frame. 

“Oh. Hey Jimin.” Jeongguk greets, hovering over you, his hands on your desk. 

“Hi Jeongguk! Wait— Jeongguk?!” Jimin is about to scream when you scramble to hang up. 

“Gotta go!” You hang up abruptly. Jeongguk raises an eyebrow at how you immediately end the call. 

“Does he not know about us?” You sigh, slumping back in your chair. 

“There is no us, Jeon.” You remind him. “Also, why are you here?” 

Jeongguk chuckles, pecking your lips. “To fuck you, like promised.” 

Oh fuck, you almost forgot his stupid idea. Jeongguk? Well he hasn’t thought about anything else than fucking you silly since he left your dorm yesterday. 

“You’re insane.” You get up, pushing him a bit away, feeling flustered by the close proximity. 

“You’re not opposed to it. So, come here.” He bites his lip, both of his piercings peaking through the dimmed lighting. You don’t move, so Jeongguk grabs you by the waist, inviting your chests to bump against each other in a hard thump. 

“Much better.” He whispers, diving in to give you an actual kiss. There’s something terrible when it comes to Jeongguk when he kisses you, you can never stop. You become fully addicted to how his tongue runs smoothly above your lips before tangling it with your own. Jeongguk tastes sweet, exciting and overall good. Just something that’s hard for you to keep yourself away from. 

Your hands move towards the nap of his neck, fiddling with the long black strands that curl slightly. His hair is awfully soft, addicting to pull and touch whenever you can. Jeongguk loves when you become all touchy, embracing his form in front of you, your hands in need of being everywhere when you’re together. 

Jeongguk moans inside of your mouth, feeling himself getting worked up over how you touch him. You smile against his lips, loving how you’re able to get noises out of his mouth. Jeongguk pushes you backwards so you land on top of your desk. You don’t ask questions, instead you pull away, tracing your fingers on his lips while you settle yourself down on your desk, spreading your legs for him. 

“You’re gonna be the death of me.” Jeongguk mumbles under his breath, moving forward and groping your ass to push you against him while his tongue and mouth runs on your exposed neck. You let out a satisfied hum, running your hands beneath his shirt to feel his warm skin against your palms. 

Jeongguk moves upwards, nipping down on your earlobe before he removes you from the desk, turning you around so he’s faced with your ass. You glance behind you, catching Jeongguk ogling your backside, licking his lips as he just stands there and watches. 

“Are you just going to look or are you going to do something?” You ask, spoiling that you’re impatient. 

“I’m definitely going to just look. Fuck—“ You begin to laugh, stunned by how much Jeongguk loves admiring your body. It does give you some form of confidence, mostly because he’s the first to truly appreciate every curve and edge of your naked body. It’s definitely something you need to get used to. You’re getting there though, somehow. 

“Fine.” You respond coldly, hurrying the process by removing your clothes while Jeongguk stands behind you. Jeongguk curses under his breath when you bend forward, removing your underwear and sweatpants. 

“You’re actually going to kill me.” You stifle a laugh at the comment, feeling exposed but still comfortable because this is Jeongguk. The guy who constantly praises and loves ruining you in the best ways possible. 

He’s not saying anything, so you turn your head and— Oh. Jeongguk is undressing in a hurry, almost tripping over himself when he removes his pants. 

“You okay?” 

“Mhm.” Finally, Jeongguk touches you. He starts off easy, just letting his palm roam on your back and ass. You push towards him, needing more. Jeongguk loves this side of you, there’s something about you silently begging that sets him off completely making him lose his cool — which he easily can control. But no, ever since he met you, he hasn’t been able to tease you like he’s always wanted, needing you as much as you need him. 

He places his tattooed hand to your front, rubbing your clit as he pushes his erection on your ass, allowing you to feel how hard he already is. You moan by the sensation, dropping your head backwards on his shoulder, your hand tugging in his hair whenever you feel the pleasure grow in your gut. 

“Already so wet.” He bites your ear, his fingers touching every inch of your wet slit. “I bet you can take it already, so easily.” He says in a lustful tone, almost hinting that he’ll just slide it right in when he’s become completely impatient. 

“Fuck me, Jeon.” You breathe out on his cheek, arching under his touch. 

Jeongguk doesn’t hesitate, putting on a condom behind you before he lines himself by your entrance. He teases you by thrusting in between your lips, making you feel the edges of his cock. You expect him to fuck you right here, but Jeongguk has another thing in mind before he does exactly that. 

Instead, he drops down on his knees, spreading out your ass and tracing his lips on your rim. 

“Shi—“ You gasp, clutching tightly on the edges of your desk, loving the wet sensation he’s welcoming. 

Jeongguk and his tongue are gonna fucking end you. 

To add stimulation, you start rubbing your clit in circles, imagining it’s Jeongguk’s fingers instead. Jeongguk quickly notices how you’re touching yourself and grows more wild, rubbing his nose on the curve of your ass and his tongue diving deep inside of you. 

“F-Fuck—“ You stutter, too overwhelmed and losing your composure. Jeongguk doesn’t continue, instead he stands back up, steadying his cock by your entrance. 

“You want it baby? Hmm?” He teases, rubbing it between your cheeks. When you can’t form a simple yes, Jeongguk slides in with ease, stretching you out. Once he’s bottomed out, he begins to move, placing his hand around your neck and pressing lightly. 

The sounds of skin slapping each other grows louder with each thrust, Jeongguk fucking you absolutely silly. You can’t even think, too immersed with how he feels inside of you, his cock moving in and out of you. 

You blame it on all the teasing he’s done, because before you know it, you’re already coming undone. Every limb of yours goes numb, while Jeongguk continues to chase his own high. 

With one last thrust, Jeongguk grabs your breasts, squeezing as he comes undone. He groans loudly, his voice becoming hoarse. 

You both try and catch your breaths, Jeongguk leaning his forehead on the nape of your neck, his cock still inside of you, softening by the second. 

“That was…” 

“Yeah.” Jeongguk agrees despite you not finishing your sentence. 

“Five more days to go.” He whispers against your neck, pulling out gently. 

“You’re insane.” You breathe out, taking your palm to wipe out the sweat forming on your forehead. 

“Shut up. You love it.” 

Maybe you do. 

“Want you to pick what we do tomorrow.” Jeongguk says, while dressing up. 

Oh this is gonna be fun. 

“It’s a deal. See you tomorrow.” You throw him a wink while pulling your shirt over your head. 

[t-hirstreview]

How are you doing after the dropout teaser? Ready for shirt review when the new season drops?

i'm so ready! I cannot wait to get my hands on the full trailer.

on a completely unrelated note, for no reason at all, i may watch candela obscura while i wait... patiently

[deadrocks]

Hmm I just spent the last...at least 90 minutes? trying to decently translate each of the VA's answers regarding new highlights in the Y0 director's cut. It was an annoying process and it didn't turn out great, and I wish I'd done something else with the time instead. I keep forgetting that smooth translation is a very different skill than language proficiency, and so struggling with how to work things perfectly in English doesn't mean my skills haven't progressed. They have, so much, and I have faith that they'll continue to. I like sharing things with others, and it's nice to be able to use what I know with people who can't access it otherwise. But it's also a massive pain in the ass.

So, whoever sees this, take my word for it: there's gonna be a scene in the new Y0 that explains how Nishiki got off that fucking mountain. It's happening, Kuroda Takaya told me so himself*.

[ariichive]

WHITE DAY ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱

celebrating white day with the man who’ll do anything for you <3

cw: gen. neutral reader, fluff, established relationship, moze is a bit weird, sliiiight possessiveness, astral express sunday, kissing, lmk if i missed anything :)

boothill, aventurine, jing yuan, mydei, anaxa, sunday, moze, and phainon ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

boothill ᯓᡣ𐭩

you giggled as boothill led you through the empty, infamous clock studios theme park. "this can't be allowed," you whisper-shouted at him, who had a ginormous grin.

boothill, however, only flashed you that devil-may-care grin of his, tipping his hat back as he casually strolled forward, seemingly not bothered by the rules—or the late hour. “aw, darlin',” he drawled, looking over his shoulder at you, “ain’t no harm in a lil’ late-night stroll. the park’s still runnin’. they got their folks takin' care of the rides, but they ain't watchin' every corner.”

you shot him a disbelieving look, glancing around at the still-bustling park—there were still families and groups laughing, enjoying the remaining hours. but with how boothill had his hand around yours, there was no turning back.

“boothill, there’s security everywhere. we’re gonna get caught.”

“nah,” he said, a wink thrown your way as he led you further into the park. “what makes you think they can catch us? you just gotta know where to go and when to disappear.”

“and you know where to go?” you said, trying to sound incredulous, but you couldn’t hide the excitement rising in your chest.

“oh, darlin’, i’ve been around these parts enough to know where the real fun happens after hours. all the good stuff happens behind the scenes,” he said, eyes gleaming with mischief. “we’re just gonna skip the line and see the real show.”

it was a known fact boothill was a wanted man; ipc and other factions wanted his head.

you laughed, shaking your head. “you’re absolutely insane. this is—”

“fun?” he finished for you, smirking as he pulled you toward one of the smaller, quieter corners of the park, away from the main attractions. “that’s exactly what it is. don’t let the suits and tie-wearin’ folks fool you, sugar. there’s always something hidden behind the curtain.”

you followed as he led you down a narrow, slightly hidden path between the many gift shops and food stands. there were fewer people here, and the sounds of the park seemed a little more distant. a quiet buzz lingered in the air, one that made your heart race with anticipation.

“what are you planning?” you asked, your voice low now, the playful tone taking on a hint of curiosity.

“i’ve got some connections ‘round here. places they don’t show the public. places you might not expect.” boothill's grin was unrelenting, his eyes scanning the area, like he was constantly on the lookout, always one step ahead.

you furrowed your brow. “so we’re sneaking into some secret area where nobody goes?”

“exactly,” he said, his voice dropping to a quieter, more dangerous tone. “and you’re gonna love it. it’s the part of clock studios they never show—the real behind-the-scenes stuff. think of it as a treasure hunt, sugar.”

you swallowed hard, feeling that familiar rush of adrenaline you got whenever boothill pulled you into one of his schemes. “and what’s the treasure?”

boothill sent you a smile, one that was more gentle than the previous ones. "you just gotta see for yourself. just a lil' somethin' to show you how much i enjoy spendin' time with ya.”

you raised an eyebrow. "oh really? and what makes you think i want a date in the middle of clock studios at this hour?"

boothill grinned wider, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth. "because i know ya, darlin'. you got a wild streak in ya. and i can tell you like a bit of adventure—so i figured we'd skip all the usual fancy stuff and give ya a night you'll never forget."

you snorted softly at his confidence. “well, i’m curious, i’ll give you that.”

he didn’t answer right away. instead, he led you down the winding path, eventually reaching a large, circular room lit by soft lanterns hanging from the ceiling. as the door closed behind you with a soft click, you took in the scene before you.

there, in the middle of the room, was a cozy little table set for two. delicate white candles flickered on the table, their soft glow casting dancing shadows across the walls. the table was covered with a cloth, and on it, there were plates of food, wine glasses, and a single rose in the center.

your breath caught in your throat. “boothill... is this...?”

“yep,” he interrupted, chuckling. “a lil' somethin’ special just for you. dinner in the heart of clock studios.” he motioned for you to sit down. “now, don’t be shy. i reckon you’ll like it here. no crowds, no distractions, just you, me, and some damn fine food.”

you shook your head, still trying to wrap your mind around the situation. “this is... unbelievable. you really planned all this, didn’t you?”

“sure did,” he said, pulling out the chair for you like a gentleman. his usual rough demeanor was softened by the genuine care in his eyes. 

you squeezed his hand, your heart beating a little faster as you looked into his eyes. "this... this is perfect, boothill. thank you."

“anything for you, sugar,” he replied, his smile softening as he poured the wine. “anything for you.”

aventurine ᯓᡣ𐭩

"w-what the—"

when you woke up, you were met with an eerie sight. two beady eyes stared back at you from the foot of your bed, gleaming in the dim light. your breath caught in your throat as you turned to the side, only to be greeted by another pair of eyes—this time from the nightstand.

you froze, unsure whether you were still caught in a strange dream or not.

then, hurried footsteps approached, the blinds were thrown open, and bright daylight poured into the room, revealing the full scope of the situation.

the room was filled with them—hundreds of teddy bears. stuffed animals of all sizes, arranged in perfect rows, surrounding your bed. their stitched eyes all seemed to glisten with an unsettling lifelike quality, staring at you from every angle.

“a-am i still dreaming?” you whispered, unsure whether you could still trust your senses.

you shut your eyes tightly, squeezing them shut in a vain attempt to block out the madness. but when you opened them again, the bears were still there, their beady eyes gleaming.

before you could say anything else, a voice that was too calm for the situation echoed through the room.

"not exactly the reaction i was going for. how unfortunate."

you snapped your head toward the window, finding the source of the voice: your lover, aventurine. he stood there, leaning against the window frame with his arms crossed, a slight smirk tugging at his lips as he observed your shock.

you exhaled a breath of relief—at least he wasn’t part of the teddy bear invasion. his gaze, filled with gentle amusement, was the only familiar thing in the room that grounded you in reality.

“aventurine...” you trailed off, still trying to process what was happening.

“yes, yes, i know.” he straightened up, stepping into the room, his voice smooth as always. “you were probably expecting something a bit more romantic, were you not? perhaps a flower delivery or a candlelit dinner?” he gave a dramatic sigh. “but no, instead, you get this."

his arms gestured around the room, and you couldn’t help but blink at the absurdity of it all.

“what... what is all this?” you asked, your voice wavering with confusion.

"well, my dear, some would see it as a heartwarming gift from their lover. but, i bet you see it as more of a... heart attack."

"i wanted to do something memorable." he looked down at the stuffed animals thoughtfully before letting out a soft laugh. “i suppose, after all the chaos, the gesture doesn’t quite come across as I intended.”

you took in the various different bears, realizing how cute most of them were. you smiled softly, knowing he had good intentions. "it's cute, that one has the same glasses as you." you pointed to one perched on a high shelf.

"ah, not the same glasses, i'm sure those didn't even cost half as much as mine," he flaunted confidently, "but yes, quite similar."

you rolled your eyes affectionately but couldn't hide the smile on your face as you looked at him. “you’re unbelievable.”

“ah, but you love me for it, don’t you?” he teased, his voice warm as he leaned in closer.

you couldn't help but laugh softly, reaching up to gently cup his cheek. "i do, more than you'll ever know."

his expression softened, and for a moment, the ridiculousness of the situation melted away, leaving just the two of you—surrounded by stuffed animals, but wrapped in a moment of shared warmth.

"well, then," aventurine said, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face, his hand lingering on your cheek. "i’d say this surprise was a success after all."

"for you, maybe." you smiled, leaning in to kiss him. "but next time, let’s go for something less... beady."

he laughed, pulling you closer, his arms wrapping around you as he kissed your forehead. "i’ll take that into consideration, love."

jing yuan ᯓᡣ𐭩

it was normal for you to wake up before jing yuan. often, the man would cling to you and mutter 'five more minutes' before falling back asleep for another hour, giving you enough time to get ready and out the door before he wakes. his warmth was always a comfort, his breath soft and steady against your skin. you could feel his arms tighten around you in his sleepy, possessive way, a silent plea for you to stay in bed with him.

this morning, however, something felt a bit different. his usual murmurs didn’t come, and when you turned your head to look at him, you noticed that jing yuan was already awake, his amber eyes watching you intently.

“you’re up early,” you murmured, your voice still thick with sleep.

he gave you that half-smile of his, the one that always made your heart flutter. "couldn't sleep," he said, his tone low and a little too smooth.

"really? that's kinda hard to believe," you said jokingly as his hand found comfort at the top of your head, stroking you gently.

“you know i always get up first,” you said softly, glancing at the clock.

“yes,” he replied with a lazy grin, but there was a flicker of something deeper in his eyes—something that made your chest tighten. “but i was enjoying the rare moment when you’re still here with me."

you smiled, though a part of you couldn’t help but notice how tightly he was holding onto the bed sheet, how his hands lingered on you just a little longer than usual.

"how about we get up together?" you suggested, teasing him with a gentle nudge.

he sighed dramatically, but then his hands pulled you back toward him, his body pressing against yours with a sense of finality. "i don't want to," he murmured, his voice almost childlike. "you're all i need right here."

his words sent a flutter through your heart, and you couldn’t help but melt into his embrace.

"do you wish to help me tend to my garden today?" he said gently, continuing to caress you. he was on the brink of falling back asleep.

you hummed softly, feeling the warmth of his touch, the tender way his fingers ran over your skin. the thought of spending the day with him, surrounded by the scent of fresh flowers and the quiet peace of the garden, sounded perfect.

"i would love to," you replied quietly, your eyes closing as you leaned further into him, letting yourself feel his presence. "but only if you promise not to drag me out there too late."

jing yuan chuckled, the sound low and soothing. "i’ll make sure we take it slow, just like now. no rushing." his hand slid to your back, pulling you closer, his lips brushing against the top of your head. "we’ll spend the whole day there if you want. just the two of us."

you smiled, a sense of calm settling over you at his words. it was always the simple moments with him that made you feel the most at ease, and the thought of being by his side while surrounded by the beauty of nature felt almost too perfect to be real.

"you make it sound so perfect," you murmured, resting your cheek against his chest. "i think i could get used to this."

"good," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper. "because i’m not letting you go anywhere today." he tightened his hold on you, but it wasn’t suffocating—it was comforting, a reassurance that you were his, and he was yours.

"i’m not going anywhere," you whispered back, feeling your heart beat in sync with his. "not when you make staying so easy."

he gave a content sigh, his lips pressing gently to your head. "i promise [name], you'll forever live easy with me by your side."

moze ᯓᡣ𐭩

moze dragged you into another dark alleyway, hand over your mouth. he brought his lips close to your ear, "i walked by them thirty-eight days ago around this time." he whispered gently as he glared at the couple the two of you were watching.

"this is my third time following them since, and not once has the man noticed," he tsked in disapproval.

you bit his hand gently, causing him to let go of the hold he had on your mouth. "so... why drag me into this?"

"do you not find joy in following around such ignorant people?"

you thought about his question for a second, truly thinking it over. well, it would probably be entertaining.

you decided to let him have his fun for the day. besides, this was practically a date.

"a filthy man like him does not have what it takes to be in a relationship." he continued to mutter more to himself, a dark shadow casting over his face.

you glanced at him, feeling a shiver of both unease and excitement crawl up your spine. there was something magnetic about moze, his dark intensity and sharp observations always keeping you on edge, but also pulling you in. you couldn't deny the thrill of being part of whatever strange little world he inhabited.

"you really hate him, don't you?" you asked, your voice low, trying to keep your amusement from showing too much.

moze didn't respond right away, his eyes never leaving the couple as they walked past the alley. he seemed to be weighing his words carefully. finally, he let out a quiet, almost inaudible sigh. "it’s not hate," he said slowly. "it’s... disappointment."

you raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "disappointment?"

"yes," he muttered. "people like him don't understand the weight of commitment. they wear their affection like a mask, pretending to care, when they don't even know what it means to truly invest in another person." his voice dropped to a near growl. "they’re fools. dirty fools.”

you tilted your head, studying his profile. there was a certain calm, almost cold certainty in his words, and you couldn't help but feel drawn to him in a way that made your heart race.

"and what about you, moze?" you asked, your voice teasing. "do you know what it means to truly invest in someone?"

he turned his gaze to you, his eyes sharp and calculating. for a moment, he didn’t speak, just studying you with an intensity that made your breath catch in your throat.

"i followed you for over a month before our first interaction. during that time, i learned all your favorite foods, hobbies, and even your favorite book."

he ended your question at that.

"you... actually, i'm not that surprised."

moze didn’t smile. his expression remained unreadable, though there was a quiet satisfaction in his eyes as he watched your reaction.

"i told you," he continued, his voice low and steady, "i invest in the details. when something interests me, i pay attention." he stepped a little closer, his presence filling the space between you. "and you, [name], have intrigued me from the moment i laid eyes on you."

"oddly enough, you're such a romantic in your own, moze way."

he hummed in approval, gently taking your hand in his. "if you prefer, we could find a different activity. i simply wanted to spend time with you on an excursion that wasn't dangerous."

"we could go for a walk," he continued, his tone thoughtful. "a peaceful one. no hiding, no stalking, just... time spent together." his words held an edge of something deeper, as if the suggestion itself was a rare offering from him.

you were taken aback. moze, the man who had watched you from the shadows, who seemed to find thrill in the darker aspects of life, was now offering something simple, almost mundane. it was a side of him you hadn't seen before, and it made you wonder what else lay hidden beneath his carefully crafted exterior.

you hesitated for only a moment before nodding. "alright," you said, voice soft but steady. "let’s see how that goes."

moze gave a small, approving smile, the flicker of warmth in his eyes making you feel like you were the only person in the world. "good," he said, his voice carrying a note of satisfaction. "then let’s enjoy the day."

mydei ᯓᡣ𐭩

"this one's really good," you said as mydei fed another home made pastry to you. he hummed, deep in thought as he took mental note of all the flavors you seemed to like thus far.

"figured you would like the freshness of the strawberry and sweetness of the chocolate." he held another chocolate covered strawberry up to your mouth, which you ate without hesitation.

you smiled at him, feeling the sweetness linger on your tongue. "you know me too well," you said with a playful grin, leaning back slightly as you rested against the plush cushions. "but seriously, these are amazing. when did you even have time to make all of this?"

mydei chuckled softly, his eyes softening as he looked at you. "i make time for things that matter," he replied, his voice low and warm. he was always like this—calm, thoughtful, and careful with you. "besides, watching you enjoy it is worth every second."

you raised an eyebrow, your heart fluttering a bit. "you're so sweet," you said, though you weren't sure if you meant the pastry or him.

"i try," he said with a teasing smirk before reaching for another treat, "but if i'm honest, i think you’re the one who's sweet. i just… enhance it."

his words made a gentle warmth spread through you, and you found yourself leaning closer to him, almost instinctively. "enhance it?" you repeated with a small laugh. "that’s one way to put it."

"well, i’m not one to leave things half done." he smiled, his gaze flickering to your lips for just a moment before returning to your eyes. "and you, my [name], deserve more than half of anything."

"you're spoiling me," you said with a soft laugh, unable to stop the smile tugging at your lips. "but i don’t mind."

mydei’s eyes softened, a gentle smile curling at the corners of his mouth. "i’m happy to spoil you, [name]," he said quietly, his voice low, almost like a secret shared between the two of you. "you deserve it."

"who would've thought the prince of kremnos was such a sweetheart?" this time, it was your turn to take a sweet delicacy and being it up to his mouth.

mydei raised an amused brow at your gesture but didn’t hesitate to accept the treat, lips brushing ever so slightly against your fingertips as he took a bite. his golden eyes flickered with something unreadable, something almost dangerous, as he chewed slowly, savoring both the taste of the pastry and the moment between you.

"only for you," he murmured after swallowing, voice dipped in something almost intoxicating. "i don’t make a habit of spoiling just anyone."

you felt a warmth crawl up your neck, but you held your ground, refusing to let him fluster you so easily. "oh? so i should consider myself lucky then?" you teased, though there was a genuine curiosity beneath your playful words.

mydei chuckled, low and rich, resting his chin in his palm as he studied you. "very lucky," he answered, his gaze never wavering. "because once i decide someone is mine, i don’t let go."

phainon ᯓᡣ𐭩

phainon had been gone for a few days, his whereabouts unknown to you. it was extremely worrying, especially since he stopped answering his teleslate.

as the days passed, you found yourself staring out the window, lost in thought. the only thing that kept you going was the belief that he would return, that he had a reason for being gone, no matter how hard it was to wait.

then, one evening, as the sky burned in hues of blue, a soft knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts. you froze. for a moment, you thought you had imagined it. but then, there it was again—a gentle, familiar rhythm.

your heart pounded as you hurried to the door, your hands shaking slightly as you reached for the handle. when you pulled it open, your breath hitched.

phainon stood there, his clothes dusted with travel, silver strands of his hair catching the evening light. despite the exhaustion lining his features, there was a soft smile playing at his lips, his eyes warm as they met yours

“you look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he teased, though there was a gentleness in his voice.

“you—” your voice caught, a mix of relief and frustration bubbling up. “where have you been?! do you have any idea how worried i—”

before you could finish, he lifted his hand, revealing a small, elegantly wrapped box. “i know, i know. and i’m sorry,” he murmured. “but i had to find this.”

your frustration faltered as your eyes fell on the box. carefully, you took it from him, untying the ribbon with hesitant fingers. as the lid lifted, a soft gasp escaped your lips.

nestled inside was a necklace unlike anything you had ever seen. its chain was delicate, shimmering like bright stardust, and the pendant—a gemstone that seemed to shift colors under the fading sunlight, like the twilight sky itself trapped in crystal. it was breathtaking. if you had to guess, he had found the luxurious gem and then had it made into a necklace.

“phainon…” your voice was barely above a whisper.

"it's a necklace from aedes elysiae, well... what's left of it." he mumbled the last part more to himself.

a once glorious civilization, a place that most believed never existed, spoken of only in half-whispered legends, it was a remnant of beauty and tragedy.

you looked back at him, eyes wide. "you went... back there?"

phainon gave a small shrug, but there was something distant in his gaze. “i had to.” his fingers brushed over the lid of the box before retreating. “the place was beyond repairable, not a single structure in sight. but even in its ruins, i knew there had to be something... anything left worth saving.”

your fingers curled around the necklace, feeling the cool weight of it against your palm. "but why go so far? why risk it?"

he let out a quiet breath, gaze flickering away for a moment before settling back on you. “because i wanted something as rare as you. something that carried the weight of history, of stories untold. something that—” he hesitated, his voice dropping lower, “—would remind you of me, even when i’m not around.”

your chest tightened, a rush of warmth blooming in your heart.

carefully, he reached forward, taking the necklace from your hands and stepping closer. his fingers brushed against your skin as he clasped it around your neck, his touch lingering just a second longer than necessary.

"it suits you," he murmured.

your fingers ghosted over the pendant, the weight of it somehow comforting. "you really..." you started, unsure of what to say. there was so much—gratitude, relief, something deeper you couldn’t quite name.

he smiled, a small, knowing curve of his lips. “no need for words.”

but even so, as the evening light cast long shadows around you both, you knew that this moment—this gift, this feeling—would stay with you forever.

anaxa ᯓᡣ𐭩

anaxa was never one to partake in festivities that landed on the calendar. that, however, changed when he started dating you. it was almost irritating how mushy you made him feel.

which he made it known, never one to shy away from his feelings of devotion to you.

"these flowers were grown by me by hand. it seems it was useless to try to create something that matches your beauty."

your fingers curled around the stems of the flowers, holding them close to your chest as you let the warmth of his words settle in. anaxa was never one for grand displays of affection, but the way he showed his devotion—subtle, unwavering, and entirely sincere—always left you feeling breathless.

"you act like you’re forced to say these things," you teased, looking up at him with a playful glint in your eyes. "but i think you secretly enjoy being this romantic."

he scoffed, his expression remaining unreadable, but the way his fingers twitched at his sides betrayed him. "enjoy is a strong word," he muttered. "i simply refuse to be inadequate when it comes to you."

you chuckled, shaking your head as you reached out, looping your arms around his neck. "you’re terrible at hiding how much you love me, you know that?"

anaxa let out a small sigh, his hands settling at your waist, pulling you in until there was barely any space left between you. "if you already know, then i see no reason to deny it," he admitted, his voice quieter this time, almost as if the words were meant for you and you alone.

he leaned in, his forehead gently resting against yours. "besides, if it makes you happy, then i don’t mind indulging in a little sentimentality."

your heart skipped a beat at his words, and you couldn’t help but smile. "just a little?"

he exhaled, shaking his head. "fine. a lot," he conceded, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple.

you held onto him a little tighter, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your fingers. "then i guess i’ll just have to make sure you keep indulging me," you whispered against his skin.

anaxa hummed, tilting your chin up with a single finger before capturing your lips in a slow, deliberate kiss. "you never had to ask."

you pulled away with a smile, remembering the flowers in your hand. "say, i never took you much as the gardening type."

"you humor me, gardening is an essential part of science and understanding the reality of this world. it would be foolish of me to be clueless."

you chuckled, twirling one of the blossoms between your fingers. "of course, trust you to turn something as simple as flowers into a lecture."

anaxa scoffed, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. "if you listened more closely, you'd see there's value in my words." he reached out, plucking the flower from your grasp and tucking it carefully behind your ear. "besides, these were grown with a purpose. for you."

your teasing smile softened at his words, fingers brushing over the delicate petals. "so, you really did all this just for me?"

"obviously," he replied, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"you’re so—" you started, but he cut you off, tilting your chin up so your eyes met his.

"so what?" he asked, voice low, gaze intense.

you swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the warmth of his fingers against your skin. "so… good to me."

a rare, almost smug smile graced his lips. "i would hope so," he murmured, leaning in just enough for his breath to tickle your lips. "it would be unacceptable otherwise."

sunday ᯓᡣ𐭩

it wasn't known to most how much of a sweet tooth sunday truly had. when he was still known as the head of the oak family, he never had time to induldge in sweet treats.

on the astral express, however, was a different story.

the party car had something special, something amazing.

"shush" was its name.

sunday had quickly discovered that the little automaton, despite its strange way of speaking, was an invaluable source of sweets. and the best part? you would often come by to enjoy a treat with him.

"another?" "shush" asked in its usual monotone, holding up a plate of intricately decorated pastries. "you have already consumed three. should i prepare an intervention?"

sunday smirked, reaching for a sugar-dusted tart. "should i prepare an intervention for your terrible sense of humor?"

"shush" whirred, as if contemplating its response. "humor analysis... failed. please consume more snacks to compensate."

he chuckled, sinking into one of the plush seats as he took a bite. the caramel filling was rich, the crust perfectly flaky. he exhaled through his nose, savoring the taste.

“so this is where you’ve been hiding.”

before sunday could speak, "shush" did for him. "sunday is a frequent patron. valued customer. concerning sugar intake."

sunday sighed, setting his pastry down with a faint shake of his head. "i do believe i liked you better when you weren’t so talkative." sunday turned his attention back to you. "come, sit with me [name]."

you wasted no time to take a seat next to him.

"i trust you’re not here simply to watch me indulge," he mused, reaching once more for his half-finished pastry. "if so, i must insist you partake as well. it would be unfair otherwise."

“how could i deny such an offer?”

you picked up a small, delicately frosted cake from the tray between you, twirling it between your fingers before taking a tentative bite. it was light, airy, dissolving sweetly on your tongue. sunday watched your reaction carefully, the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips.

"good, isn’t it?"

you nodded, swallowing before answering. "i suppose i can see why you keep coming back here."

sunday hummed in quiet amusement, taking another slow sip of his tea. "there is something rather charming about the simplicity of it all, isn’t there?" he mused, almost to himself. "a moment of quiet, a pleasant treat... a rarity, once upon a time."

his voice carried something wistful, something almost unspoken. you wondered if he realized how much his words revealed.

"then you should enjoy it as much as you can now," you said softly. "you deserve that much, don’t you?"

sunday looked at you for a long moment, his expression unreadable. then, slowly, he smiled—just a small, quiet curve of his lips, but warm all the same.

"perhaps," he murmured, fingers grazing the edge of the teacup. "and if that is the case… would you care to indulge with me a little longer?"

there was something about the way he said it, so effortlessly graceful, yet sincere. an invitation not just to share another dessert, but to share this moment, fleeting as it was.

and as you reached for another pastry, you decided—perhaps you would stay a little longer after all.

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐂𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 — 𝐌.𝐒.

Synopsis: Cute moments on stream with you and your boyfriend, Matt.

Warnings: Fluff, PDA, established relationship, Matt being bf as fuck.

A/N: Based on this request

With love and big tits, Rose

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00: Streaming…

It was such an intimidating thing to you, thousands of people watching, analyzing your every move. What if you said the wrong thing? What if you just got too overwhelmed and wanted to leave? 

Matt was the biggest sweetheart. It took months for you to get comfortable with the idea and he was okay with that, he was just so excited to make the step, build memories on camera with his fans…

01: Getting comfortable…

It was like highschool all over again, the one thing you fucking despised - icebreakers. 

The camera was already going. Matt had reassured you that you could tap out at any moment with a simple tug to your ear. You were fine, it was all gonna be fine. But, you couldn’t help but rub your clammy hands together, shifting your weight on the flimsy plastic chair.

“C’mon,” Matt encourages. 

The sweet tone of his voice soothes a bit of your nerves. He’s right here, there’s no reason to freak out. If anything, you were honestly excited. You felt warm. Being able to trust someone so much was just so… comforting. 

You move into the camera view. Matt helps introduce you while fans spit out a couple questions. It’s really not that bad, you kinda like it, the excitement and new energy feeling refreshing.

“-and sometimes when I take her back home to Boston with me, she pays more attention to Trevour! My fuckin’ dog-” 

Matt’s loud voice gets quieter as he sees you shift again in the chair. He knows it’s not the most comfortable, but you don’t know how to work all the controls and he’s not sure you would want to be front and center. Tugging on his ear and staring at you intently, he waits for your response. Did you not feel comfortable anymore? Did you need the stream to be over? 

You see his hand press on a button, the chat flooding with comments how they can’t hear anything anymore. “What’s up, sweetheart? Do you wanna be done?” he asks, his hand rubbing on your knee gently. 

“No, no,” you rush, staring down at his hand as you readjust yet again, “-just…this chair - hurts my ass.” 

Matt snickers at your comment. “Do you wanna switch?” he offers. 

“No, I feel like I’ll fuck up the set-up somehow,” you sigh. 

He nods understandingly, his mind twisting with ideas as his eyes light up with a realization. “Wanna sit in my lap?” 

You feel a blush crawl on your face. The chat was being nice, you couldn’t see an issue with the offer, so why not?

Matt smiles as he sees you slightly nod your head. He shifts himself, patting on his leg with a reassuring hand crawling around the back of your thigh and helping you get comfortable on his lap. “There we go,” he husks, rubbing the sides of your thighs before unmuting the mic. 

At least you’re comfortable. 

02: Cuddling…

You had streamed a couple times with Matt. Honestly, you loved it, it was fun, but neither of you were in the mood right now. Chris was. He was using Matt’s setup and playing Duo’s with Nick. 

“Fuckin’ - Nick, move your ass!” Chris seethes, biting into his lip with concentration. A slight tap on his shoulder makes his attention budge, he looks up to see Matt staring down at him with lazy eyes. 

“We’re gonna lay down, but can you wrap it up soon? Just gettin’ tired,” he explains, yawning as he feels your head rest on top of his shoulder from behind. 

Chris nods, trying to whisper-yell as the two of you get comfortable. Usually, PDA isn’t your thing, but both of you are just too tired to care, cuddling up as you pull Matt’s into your arms, cradling his face into your breasts while slinging your leg over his waist and playing with his hair. 

The chat is going insane, fawning over the cute display instead of giving Chris’s poor gaming skills any attention. Your eyes feel heavy, only drooping more and more each second. Matt’s snoring is quiet. The subtle notion of his hands clutching onto you in his sleep makes you wave in and out of consciousness until everything fades into a dream. 

Chris finally wins. Happily, he looks over to the chat, only to see them freaking out over the scene behind him. 

Scoffing, he looks over his shoulder with a jokingly disgusted facial expression, “It’s not that cute. I do that with Nick all the time guys.” 

03: Love - Hate Relationship…

Matt hates sharing your attention sometimes. He loves seeing you be a part of his life, but something about tonight had just irked him immensely. You were laughing at the chat more than you were laughing at him and that put a sour pout on his face as he kept getting grumpier. 

The ‘Mattitude’ was definitely showing. You couldn’t help but laugh and that was only making his frown deepen.

“You’re so mean,” he whispers, his forehead resting against the back of your shoulder as you sit in his lap - a regular occurrence that the fans absolutely adore being able to see.

Your body racks with laughter. Matt peeks over your shoulder to see you typing back in the chat, his jaw dropping with offense as he sees you figuring out the controls - unbanning the word ‘Mattitude.’ 

“Hey!” he exclaims, hugging your arms as he peels you away from the keyboard. “Alright, that’s it - streams over,” he announces, seemingly even more upset. 

But, Matt’s smile betrays him. The slight curl of his lips is apparent as he reaches to hit ‘End Stream’ - your contagious giggles making it impossible for him to stay mad at all. 

“I can’t believe you did that,” he says, cradling you in his lap like a baby, staring down at your face as he dips his head down to trace the tip of your nose with his. 

“Are you mad?” you ask, brushing your hand over his jaw as you feel the light scruff of his beard. 

Matt shakes his head, his lips starting to peck all over your face. It’s so warm - it’s so soft. 

“Never,” he whispers, smiling against your cheek as he lazily kisses the corner of your mouth. 

It’s absolutely adorable, a sight so full of love that it’s sickeningly sweet. 

At least that’s what the stream thinks. 

Thank god he accidentally missed the button. Now, you can relive the moment over and over and over again.

[explicit-tae]

hii, can u write prof!jk x student!reader?

fuck it why not??

Not Until I Say So

That time you got caught masturbating in your professor's classroom after hours.

Word Count: 7.531

Warning: camgirl, teacher/student, masturbation, smut, voyeurism, dirty talk, sex toys, fingering, dom jungkook, submissive reader, ass slapping/spanking, chemistry questions bc this is a jk professor fic, begging, edging/orgasm denial, cock worship, oral, deep throating, overstimulation, creampie, unprotected sex,

Taglist | Teaser

You knew doing this was risky and maybe, just maybe, that was your problem. You loved risks. The way your heart pumped outside your chest so rapidly, allowing hot, anticipated blood to flow throughout your body. Your breathing would become just as rapid, unable to hold in the energetic excitement that bursts through you.

What was the risk you were taking?

You, a camgirl, were going to go live in your professor's classroom. 

Of course, something like this was insane. Incredibly heinous if you got caught.

You weren’t going to get caught - you were sure of it. Not only was the weekend, but this certain professor was never in his classroom outside of class hours.

Professor Jeon - named Jeon Jungkook - was young, close to his thirties. Most Professors are the same age as your parents or older, however Professor Jeon was no older than the students he taught. 

Professor Jeon wasn’t just young, but he was also dangerously handsome. You recall when he strutted through the door 10 minutes late, glasses hanging on his shirt holding a black briefcase. He had apologized profusely about being late and admitted that he overslept - and did a dramatic bow. 

When you laid eyes on Professor Jeon, dressed in a tight fitted v-neck shirt with fitted dress pants that showed just how tiny his waist was… you couldn’t concentrate in the slightest. Not when your Professor was a hot piece of ass and a total slut in what he was wearing.

The wooden door creaks when you open it. The sensor lights come on as you stroll in, closing the door behind you. Your heels click against the floors beneath you as you walk, echoing off of the empty classroom walls. 

The classroom has amazing bright lighting that would do good for your cam. You go towards Professor Jeon’s desk and release a short sigh. He had a few books stacked on top of one another that caught your eye. You go towards them and pick them up, placing your cell phone - that is fully charged and ready for this moment - on top. You stroll towards the array of desks and place the books on top of one. 

You throw your bag down on one of the seats after unzipping it. You’re a bit giddy at the thought of doing this here out of all places. You just know the tips that you were going to get were going to be insane - possibly the most you’d receive thus far!

When you decided  for this camshow, you were going to look the part of the slutty student - a sheer white top that’s tied at the end and too tight for it to not be inappropriate in formal settings. You aren’t wearing a bra so your nipples are hard against the shirt. Your skirt is plaid and short, your ass hanging out of the bottom of it and matching thigh high socks.

Most of your “fans” have fantasies - you managed to fulfil most of them. However, you had your own fantasy. You always got wet at the idea of public indecency and the thought of being caught. You, however, weren’t a complete idiot. You knew doing this would be marking it off your bucket list. However, you understood doing it during the weekend and after hours would be best. No one would be here besides the janitors, and knowing them, they were possibly off somewhere milking the clock.

You came prepared. You were fully intended on going all out - and clean up afterwards. Your bag had more than sex toys. You had towels, clorox wipes and even multi-purpose cleaner. You didn’t want Professor Jeon to come back to your cum all over his desk - how embarrassing.

“Heelllooo.” you sing-song once the live starts. Your phone is leaning against the stacks of books. The look of you through the camera is amazing - dark desk with Professor Jeon’s desk chair in the background. A large white board with the Philosophical messages written on it; it was truly a scene right out of a porn shoot.

“I told you all I always imagined fucking myself in this very classroom.” you take a few steps back to lean against Professor Jeon’s desk. You tilt your head cutesy-like - just how your viewers like. “And today…I’m going to do just that.”

Jungkook’s dress shoes click against the marble floor as he makes his way down the long hall. His glasses are low on his nose, one hand lazily in his pant pockets. He didn’t want to be here on an off day, but he was already behind on grading and if he procrastinated any more, his grades wouldn’t be in the system in time for finals.

So, like any other professionally responsible Professor does, he goes to do his job. He passed one janitor that was playing a game of Candy Crush on high volume. It echoes down the hall even as he reaches his classroom. From underneath the closed door, he witnesses light passing through. 

Jungkook furrows his eyes, but doesn’t think too much into it. Possibly another janitor is inside cleaning and actually doing their jobs.

Jungkook twists the handle and opens the door. Immediately, he stops in his tracks as his ears pick up moaning. 

Jungkook stops in the doorway, his head, ever so slowly, turns to where his desk sits. You, an average student with decent grades, is sitting on his desk. You’re dressed like a modern slut that he’d see in a cheap, oversaturated porno or on Halloween night. Your head is pushed back, mouth agape and releasing such pleasurable moans that his cock twitches at just the sound of it. Your eyes are squeezed shut and for a moment, he doesn’t hear the buzzing sounds.

Jungkook shuts the door behind him slowly, his eyes zoning in on you and then glancing towards the desk where your camera lays against a stack of his books. 

You were recording this? Jungkook licks his lips, a bit ashamed at how hot he thought this was. Of course, this was utterly disrespectful and unacceptable, but he was just a man himself. He watches useless porn that excites him in the moment, and disgusts it once he cums all over himself. 

And now, witnessing the way the rough vibrator lays against your clit, it excites him. He feels his mouth salivate, his mind going through dirty thoughts that he shouldn’t have for you or anyone he teaches for that matter.

“Excuse me.”

Your eyes dart open and the vibrator drops from your hands. Your head snaps to the left and your soul nearly leaves your body. Your vibrator buzzes against the marble floor as your heart leaps from your chest. 

“P-Prof-fessor!”

You drop from Professor Jeon’s desk, wrapping your arms in front of your chest - that was now unbuttoned and fully displaying your bare chest. 

“W-What are-”

“What are you doing?” Jungkook responds, glancing from you to your phone. “You…do realize you’re being recorded right?”

You swallow, nodding shamefully. “I-I..I cam…from time to time.” you murmur sheepishly, your body trembling underneath his gaze. “I’m so sorry, Professor Jeon-”

Jungkook furrows his brows at you. So you were a camgirl. Now it made sense what you were doing here at this time and hour, dressed in such a way. But Jungkook only chuckles for a moment before shaking his head. 

“No, I mean there’s a camera in this room.” Jungkook corrects. He points to the ceiling where one, circular dome sits. “It’s new. I use it to assure no one cheats.”

Your eyes follow his pointing hand. You close your eyes, feeling utterly stupid right now. It was just your luck that you would get caught - and on camera that that wasn’t the camera you intended on being a part of.

“You do realize what you’re doing could get you put on a registry?”

Jungkook begins to stroll closer to you. His steps are cool and relaxed and they do not match that of someone upset at finding one of his students being indecent in his classroom. 

“I’ll go!” you plead, shaking your head. “I-I’ll clean up before I do and-”

“No,” Jungkook stops a few feet away from you. “continue.” 

You're completely still after Professor Jeon speaks. He stands tall, shoulder relaxed. His eyes, ever so dark, are watching you behind those round glasses he wears that makes him look like the hottest geek you’ve ever seen. Your eyes turn towards your phone, the amount of chats and cash coming through has it buzzing up a storm. From where you're standing, the viewers can see you attempting to cover yourself, but Jungkook is out of sight. 

“Professor…” you trail off, your voice low. “...I didn’t know you were going to be here.”

Jungkook tilts his head at you. He ponders how much money you make being a camgirl - maybe even more than him as a Professor. There were always men (and the occasional woman) who were willing to pay thousands for whatever fantasies you were willing to fulfil.

Jungkook knows full well that him being here as long as he is, allowing his eyes to skim over your half naked body, is wrong. He was in a position of power, after all. He was your professor and he could use this to get you to do whatever he wanted you to do - the possibilities were endless.

But Jungkook wasn’t an asshole. You're a decent student in class who does well on exams and always turns in work on time. You were a pretty girl that now has his attention that shouldn’t be on you - but it is. Especially with the way he’s positive that your pussy is wet right about now.

“Continue.” Jungkook repeats. “You do have an audience waiting, don’t you?”

Your body is hot. For a moment, you’re still. Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing the entire time, messages and tips flying through. You ponder if they think this is an act or has reality hit them like it had you.

Jungkook’s eyes are intense. Maybe he shouldn’t have said that, he thinks. After all, you hadn’t stopped trembling since he arrived. He doesn’t blame you - he would be highly humiliated too if someone walked in on him in such a vulnerable state that could possibly get him kicked out of college and put onto a sex offenders list. He had no intention of truly reporting you - even if you decided to end your stream now and haul ass; he would respect it. 

“You…you won’t tell?” you murmur, swallowing a lump in your throat. Was it idiotic to say this when there were hundreds already watching you now?

Jungkook takes another step forward and nods his head. “I won’t tell.” he murmurs, voice calm but low. “I want to watch…you’d let me, right? It can’t be any different than what you’re already doing.”

Your heart pounds. Your body is warm and flushed with embarrassment - and flattery? This was Professor Jeon out of all people. A young professor that has all the girls (and a few boys) swooning. This was an opportunity of a lifetime - even if it was nerve wracking. 

“Consider it…extra credit.” Jungkook shrugs. “Besides, no one has to know what you and I do here. It can be our little secret.”

You, his & the viewers - but they were just as perverted as you and he was. They were getting off to this; the innocently slutty student and the perverted, but sexy teacher using this all to his advantage.  

“Okay.” you nod, slowly allowing your arms to fall to your aides. Your breasts are plump, nipples hardened. He doesn’t hide his gaze in the slightest, dinding you entirely enticing. “What…what do you want me to do, Professor?” 

Jungkook’s cock twitches again. You got over your nerves fast. He liked that. 

“Pick up your vibrator and turn it off.” 

You do as you’re told, glancing at your phone screen. The comments were going rapidly - your phone chiming with tips. How were you ever going to top this live stream when it was all over? 

“Place it on my desk.” Jungkook speaks, watching the way your ass sits in the short skirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. “Good girl,” he murmurs, his voice so deep that the words shoot straight to your core. “now sit on my desk and show everyone how wet you are.”  

Your heart thumps so loudly out your chest, but you do ss Professor Jeon says. You would be lying if you said this didn’t excite you - to witness your own professors lust over your body. It was an ego boost. 

You open your legs, your eyes staying on Professor Jeon for his next instruction.

“Touch yourself.” 

You haven’t touched yourself without a toy in who knows how long. After a while, your fingers just weren’t enough. You enjoyed fucking yourself on a dildo while your audience watched - bonus if you had a vibrator against your clit in the process. 

But your body is entirely hot and your pussy is wet and pulsing - this was such a turn on. You follow your instruction, placing the pad of your fingers against your clit. Professor Jeon’s eyes were so intense, full of dark lust. You almost wanted to ask what he was thinking right now - if he would ever touch you in this way. 

Jungkook licks his lips, eyes trained on the way your fingers twirl against your wet clit, dampening your digits in seconds. This isn’t how he was supposed to spend his weekend. This wasn’t grading papers - but it was even better. A complete treat he wasn’t aware he needed until now - one he would have forever when he reviewed the camera footage back. Was that legal, he thinks. He didn’t tell you to come in here and get off. Besides, you also knew there was a camera in the room now and hadn’t said no so…

“You have a pretty pussy.” Jungkook blurts out, swallowing the dry lump in his throat. 

“Tha…thanks.” you huff, halting for a mere second before continuing to play with your coit further. “I’m glad you think so, Professor Jeon.”

Jungkook blinks his eyes to look at your face. He tilts his head a bit and snorts. “You’re full of shit.” he says. “You’re saying whatever you think you need to in order to please me.”

“Is it working?” you ask, your fingers going closer to your entrance. 

It is, but Jungkook doesn’t want to tell you that. Instead, he decides to watch the way your fingers, slowly and teasingly - to yourself, him and the audience - enter you. The way it appears that you’re stretching yourself so good that he ponders when was the last time you’ve been fucked. The thoughts couldn’t be that obscene as watching you pleasure yourself right now.

“Why my classroom?”

Your eyes, that had begun fluttering close, snap open at Professor Jeon’s words. Your free hands reach up to cup your naked breast, your hardened nipple against your palm.

“You know why, Professor.” you murmur, not saying his name. 

For a moment, you forget about your phone facing you, hundreds of people watching you and hearing Jungkook. If they knew he was your actual professor, or thought this was all a skit, you weren’t sure. But you know that at the end of it all, the amount of tips you were going to get could possibly pay your bills for months to come.

“Sometimes, I think of you when I do my streams.”

You’re teasing him, but you did think of him sometimes. When he was teaching, you’d think about the way his shoulders flexed. When you sat closer to his desk, you’d oftentimes find yourself looking down at his tattooed hand, the veins in his hand tightening when he wrote something. It was hard to not imagine those same hands wrapped around you.

“I think about you…” your fingers pump inside you, your pussy making a slightly squelching noise that interests Jungkook. “...about you doing this to me.”

You can hear Jungkook breathing now. It increases the further he watches you. You were good at this, he thinks. You’re talking to him the same way you'd talk to your audience, your voice so sultry and full of intense lust that could not be fabricated in the slightest. 

“You think about my fingers fucking into you?” Jungkook asks. The thought alone excites him. The act of getting to feel your wet pussy - that’s currently dripping on his desk - in the palm of his own hands has his breathing increasing even more. “And here I thought you were just interested in the lesson.”

Your fingers tug at your nipple, your thumb and index finger pinching the sensitive bud as your other hand pumps your fingers inside of you. Your thighs shake a bit just when you bite your lip.

“I can’t help it.” you continue. You know full well that you’re turning him on. You noticed the bulge in his pants, twitching to be released. You lick your bottom lip, continuing with your lewd talk. “Sometimes my thoughts get even dirtier…” you trail off, making sure to bat your lashes at him.

Swallowing, Jungkook steps closer. He stretches his shoulders and neck, his eyes darkening at you.

“...I think about you bending me over and fucking me in front of everyone.” you gasp. You tug at your nipple even harder, your thrusting fingers hitting a sensitive spot inside of you. Your head falls back a bit, eyes shutting for a moment. You think about your words - about Professor Jeon indeed doing just that. How wet you’d be for him. How powerful his thrusts must be - how well he could take you and just how vulnerable for him you’d be.

Your back arches, your walls tightening around your fingers.

Jungkook grunts. He takes a few steps closer to you. His hand wraps around your wrist and pulls out your wet fingers from inside of you.

Your eyes snap open with shock and confusion. “Prof-”

“You won’t cum.” Jungkook hisses, slapping your hand away. “Not until I say so.”

Those words shoot straight to your core. You were a whore for a man to dominate you - bonus points if it was your hot Professor who, admittedly, you had thought about fucking you from time to time. But respectfully, you hadn’t acted out on it like others had. The amount of flirting he had to turn down from fellow peers was insane.

Yet here he was with you. Of course, it was just a matter of time and place. He wouldn’t be in this position if you hadn’t brought yourself here.

“Yes, Professor.” you murmur.

Jungkook supposed that his cover was blown. He was now in the camera and there wasn’t a point in going back to his hidden position now.

“Turn around.” 

Jungkook had to take back control - even when he technically still had it. You were far too enticing to him. Those sultry eyes followed by your words of pure submission for him. He was going to melt if he didn’t get you to turn away from him.

You do as you’re told, falling to your feet and turning around on his desk. You face the dark chalk board.

Jungkook forces your legs apart, showing the camera an amazing view of your ass and glistening pussy.

“Everytime you’re in my class, it seems you don’t pay much attention.” Jungkook says. He should’ve asked first if it was okay to touch you, but you don’t say anything when he does. He feels electricity shoot throughout him when his hand grips your bare ass, a low growl releasing from his lips. “I’m going to ask you some questions and I expect you to answer them correctly.”

The desk is cool and hard against your breast. You nod your head, slight anticipation building up.

“Let’s start off easy.”

Jungkook’s hand grips your ass once more, enjoying the way it feels in his palm. 

“Are two atoms of the same element identical?”

You gasp when you feel Professor Jeon’s fingers slide past your clit. “No.”

“Good girl.” Jungkook hums, continuing to rub at your clit. “Can water remain a liquid below zero degrees Celsius?”

Your own breathing increases, wanting to feel his fingers deep inside of you. “Yes…?”

“Seems like you’ve listened to something.”

Though you found chemistry boring, you understood Professor Jeon was going easy on you at the moment. Maybe he was spewing out easy questions just to feel your wet pussy even more.

“Can you light a diamond on fire?”

“...No?”

You yelp this time, feeling a sharp strike against your ass.

“Wrong.” Jungkook sing-songs, gripping your stinging cheek. “It can be.”

You sigh.

“What determines the degree of completeness of a reaction?”

What the fuck? You close your eyes, attempting to think back into any chemistry class you had to remember - but it doesn’t dawn on you. You couldn’t remain concentrated regardless.

“Um-”

Another slap lands on your ass, this time harder. The stinging sensation feels entirely too good for you to be upset.

“You don’t know.” Jungkook tsks. “That’s because you’ve been daydreaming about me fucking you instead of paying attention in class.”

Another slap - then another, and another. Jungkook slaps both of your cheeks until your thighs are shaking with overstimulation. Your back is arched, fully anticipating more and more, and he gives it each time. You were enjoying this just as much as he was, your ass throbbing but your pussy leaking for even more of the stinging sensation.

“I’ll start paying attention more, Professor Jeon.” you moan, legs quivering. “I prom-”

Smack!

Jungkook slides his fingers between your legs, rubbing your throbbing clit. He grunts at the way your arousal pools right onto his palm and he shakes his head. 

“This isn’t much of a punishment for a whore like you.” Jungkook spats. “Dripping all over my desk and the floor. Slutty pussy clenching around nothing in hopes I’d fill you up.”

Professor Jeon was just as a good dirty talker as you were. While your words were soft and sultry, his was lewd and rough - just how you liked it. 

“Let’s see how easily I can get my fingers in your pussy.”

Jungkook slides his fingers slowly towards your entrance, assuring that the camera has a perfect view of you. You’re so wet and warm that he himself has to contain himself when his fingers sink inside of you. 

“P-Professor.” you stutter, your pussy immediately squeezing greedily around his fingers. You couldn’t believe that you were in this position now, wrapped firmly around the same hands you’d often imagined about. 

“Let’s see how much you could take.”

Jungkook begins to pump his fingers aggressively in and out of you, curling them a bit. His free hand lays on your ass, gripping and rubbing it as his fingers pound.

Your thighs open wider, your cheek pressing against his desk. Your eyes are fluttering and you don’t attempt to hide your loud squeals. The room is full of squelching noises that could surely be heard down the hall if anyone was truly paying attention, but none of the janitors were. It made this moment even more of an adrenaline rush.

“Feels so g-good!” you gasp out.

Jungkook grips your ass cheek in his palm, his knuckles slamming against your clit with how deep his fingers were pumping. “Such a slutty little thing you are.” he hisses. “Are you going to cum all over my fingers?”

“Yes!” you exhale, nodding your head. Your cheek rubs against his wooden desk. “Yes, Professor!”

“No,” Jungkook removes his fingers from inside of you, slapping his hand down onto your clit. “not until I say so.”

You let out a loud whine, eyes widening. “But…but-”

“A whore like you should be begging.”

“Please.”

Jungkook steps away. “That’s not good enough.” he snickers. Your phone hasn’t stopped buzzing and he makes a mental note to ask just how much you made when this was all done. Out of curiosity, but because he expected anything from you.

You manage to pull yourself off of Professor Jeon’s desk. You turn to him with pleading, glossy eyes. You were so close to cumming that the lack of it has caused your eyes to water pathetically. Your shirt, that’s already open, is pulled off of you. You throw it aside, and then go for your skirt.

Jungkook watches the way you strip for him, before getting on your knees. This had to be demeaning in a way, but you were such a whore in the moment that you didn’t care how this made you look.

“Professor Jeon…” you murmur, crawling closer to him. 

Jungkook feels it - his cock twitching right in his pants. The sight of you on your hands and knees before him, those glossy, pleading eyes…

“Yes?”

You swallow, eyes slowly trailing down his body until they land on the obvious bulge. You lick your lips.

“Can I suck your cock?” you ask, eyes flashing back up at him. “Please?”

The twitching doesn’t stop this time. Jungkook is completely off guard by your request.

“You could fuck my mouth until you cum.” you suggest, a hand reaching out for his waist. “I always wanted to have your cock in my mouth, Professor.”

How could you be so submissive, but still have complete control over him? Jungkook didn’t know. He doesn’t stop your hand from tugging at his pants until they’re down, his underwear sliding with it.

This was really happening, you think. His cock, tip so pink and wet with pre-cum staring right at you. Your mouth salivates to have him in your mouth. You haven’t realized just how long you wanted him until the opportunity presented itself to you.

Your hand wraps around his shaft. Jungkook watches between unblinking eyes as your pink tongue comes out and slides against his wet slit. He shudders, mouth falling open.

“Your cock is so pretty, Professor.” you murmur, his tip against your lips. “So big…I knew you’d have a big cock for me to suck.”

Jungkook clenches his hands as you lick his tip once more, before sliding it across your face entirely. You were so filthy, he thinks, and so close. How could he have not known something as dirty as you was right in his classroom this entire time.

“You’re such a dirty little whore.” Jungkook hisses. “Rubbing my cock all over your face like this.”

You hum, your tongue sliding across his shaft. Your eyes look up at him innocently. “Want you to fuck my mouth with your big cock, Professor.”

“You do?” Jungkook allows a hand to lay onto your head, patting it slightly and further adding to the demeaning. “You’re gonna be a good little whore and let me fuck your mouth?”

You nod your head, opening your mouth and twirling your tongue onto his wet tip. You suckle on it greedily, sucking your cheeks in.

Jungkook allows you to suck on his cock, bringing it deeper and deeper into your mouth. You were so sloppy, drool trickling down the side of your lips, watery eyes staring up at you.

Your filthy sounds of your slurping bounces off the walls and high ceilings of Professor Jeon’s classroom, only adding to the obscene sight - and his excitement. His cock hits your uvula and you’re proud that all the times you’ve practiced - on live - deep throating, that you managed to not make a full of yourself.

“Look how slutty…” Jungkook trails off, a growl in his voice. His hand, that had been on the top of your head like he would have his own dog, had slid down to your cheek. His hips jerk forward. “…you’re a natural at this. How often do you suck on cocks?”

There’s a single tear that slides down your cheek, one that has Jungkookk even more excited to fuck your face. His thumb swipes the tear away, his hips continuing to jerk.

“Aha,” Jungkook chuckles. “I suppose you can’t answer me.”

Your mouth is so hot and wet, gummy-like walls inviting him entirely. More and more saliva pools into your mouth just for him and his pleasure. Though your eyesight was a bit blurred, you could see Professor Jeon’s handsome face. Dark eyebrows stretched together with concentration, plump pink lips parted slightly to let out exhales and moans.

Jungkook couldn’t wait to watch his cameras back at this. Dare he say this was the most excitement he had in months. Blood pumps through his veins,a rush going through him at getting to fuck your mouth without any hesitation from you. Your gagging noise only fuels him further.  

“You’re so beautiful like this. A little whore on her knees for me. Gagging around my cock just like you’ve imagined.”

Your mouth aches and you have little motivation to continue to suck, but you allow him to use your mouth as he sees fit. Your thighs clenched together, friction shooting straight to your already throbbing cunt. 

“Fuck, fuck-“ Jungkook throws his head back, eyes clenching shut. “-you stupid fucking whore. With a mouth like this I might have to live out your little fantasy. You’d like that wouldn’t you? Me stopping my lecture just to fuck your mouth open like this.”

Jungkook would never do it - you know that just as much as he does. But the fantasy still lives free in both of your minds. It’s so obscene and forbidden that the desire grows with each passing moment. You feel like the luckiest student here by just being in this position - no matter how wrong this was.

Jungkook is close. You can feel him with each passing thrust, his hands on the back of your head. Your throbbing clit is dripping all over the floor while his twitching cock assaults your throat. You whine around him, wet, blurry eyes blinking to continue to look up at him. Your nose is against his abdomen when you feel the warm, salty cum reach your throat.

A long groan comes from Jungkook’s lips, his legs twitching as he fills your throat. You’re salivating entirely, the drool pooling down your chest. You’re able to breathe again when his cock pops from your wet lips, a trail of saliva connecting the two of you together. You take several breaths, even coughing a bit.

Jungkook stumbles back a few steps, rolling his neck a bit to regain his composure. 

“Professor Jeon,” you sigh out. You lift the back of your hand to wipe away the saliva on your lips. “please fuck me.”

Oh.

Jungkook blinks his eyes open to look at your pathetic position on the ground. 

“Please make me cum, Professor Jeon.” you plead. “I’ll be good. I’ll do better in your class.”

Jungkook watches you crawl closer to him, those watery eyes looking up at him pitifully. Jungkook snarls, something growing in his chest at just the sound of your words. 

You were already doing alright in his class. You showed up and participated only if you knew the answer - which wasn’t all the time, but it was enough. 

“You’re a lying whore.” Jungkook hisses. He grabs a fistful of your hair and yanks it so you’re looking at him and now his already hardened cock. As if he hadn’t already cum enough down your throat, he was ready to go again. “You just want to be fucked good, don’t you? Why should I fuck you?”

Your heart pumps with anticipation. “Because,” you whine softly. 

“That’s not an answer. You couldn’t even get my questions correct. But you want to be rewarded with a good fuck?”

You swallow, eyes watching him just as he watches you. 

“I’m so wet for you right now, Professor.” you whine. “It’s not my fault I have a hard time concentrating during classes.”

And it’ll just be a bit harder, you think, now that you know just how pretty his cock was. 

And just how much you wanted it in you at any given moment.

Jungkook closes his eyes, taking a deep breath. He can hear the faint vibrating sounds of the stream - he almost forgot just how alone you and he truly weren’t. 

“I’m on birth control.”

Eyes snapping open, Jungkook gawks down at you. Eyes pleading as ever.

“Wouldn’t that be fun?” you question, a tilt to your head. “Cumming in me right where you teach all of your students.”

Jungkook’s breathing hardens - it would be fun, wouldn't it? 

“Turn around.” Jungkook rushes, letting go of your hair and you away. “Ass up. Since you’re begging to be stuffed, I’ll just do exactly that.” 

It didn’t take much convincing on Jungkook’s end - how embarrassing. He hasn’t cum in someone raw in he doesn’t know how long. All of this was just feeding into a fantasy he wasn’t aware he held; especially for a student. 

You do exactly as Professor Jeon tells you to. Your chest is against the cool floor, thighs apart. He has a view of your glistening pussy, waiting for him. 

Jungkook’s right hand slams on your ass as he comes onto the ground in front of you, then he slides it to your waist and yanks you toward him. His free hand wraps around his cock, pumping it before he slides it between your wet lips. 

The stinging sensation on your ass only has your cunt growing wetter. You squirm when his wet tip rubs at your clit, only further taunting you and your pathetic whimpering. 

“Let’s see how good of a fuck you are.” Jungkook says, his voice meaning to sound more demeaning than it was. His voice cracks just a bit when he begins to enter you. “I might just keep you around.”

This had to be a one time thing. He couldn't risk being caught up with you - his student. Though you and hebwere both grown adults, it was ethical. 

But damn was it good, Jungkook thinks. 

Jungkook enters you in one thrust, groaning at how tight, warm and wet you were. Your velvety walls are caging him in, assuring that he would be thinking about you for months to come.

Jungkook places both of his hands on your hips, sliding out just to thrust back in. His nails dig into your skin, hips continuing to rut, growing faster and faster with each pump.

Your nipples are hard against the ground, slamming into it with each thrust of Professor Jeon’s hips. He’s so deep, his cock hitting your sweet spot. Your walls tighten around him, feeling that pleasurable pressure as before - you weren’t meant to last long. 

Your ass is amazing to Jungkook. The way it slams off of his abdomen as he pounds his cock into you. His tall ceiling bounces off the leed sounds of skin slapping. He doesn’t hold back his groans, needing to express just how good your pussytruly was. 

“Shit,” Jungkook groans, his head hanging. “your pussy’s so wet.”

“Your cock feels so good, Professor.”

“Yeah?” Jungkook snickers. His right hand slides up your bare back, stopping at the back of your neck. “Aren’t you lucky to finally have your fantasy come to life?”

You yelp when Jungkook yanks your neck, bringing you back to him. Your completely naked body against his clothed one just adds to his dominance nature. 

Sliding his hand from your neck to your chin, he juts it to look at him. This new position allows his grinding cock to go deeper. His lips are close to yours, his rushed, warm breath tickling the skin of your face. 

“I would’ve fucked you sooner if I knew you felt this good.” Jungkook murmurs, 

Professor Jeon’s lips are on yours before you could respond. He groans into it when your cunt squeezes around him. He lets go of your chin to reach between your legs, rubbing at your throbbing clit. 

There isn’t any way you’re going to concentrate during lessons. Not when you’d look down at his hands and recall the way he’d rub your clit so possessively as he is now - or had those very same fingers deep into your pussy. 

Jungkook lets go of your lips, but he doesn’t go far. He watches the way your face stretches in pleasure, your eyebrows knitted together and plump lips pulled apart.

“Are you going to cum?” Jungkook asked, his cock continuing to stretch you out. 

“Yes!” you nod. You place your head against his chest, squirming with overstimulation as Jungkook’s fingers add pressure onto your clit.

Jungkook pushes you away and removes his cock - much to his own dismay. He listens to your whimpering protests and finds that he enjoys tormenting you any way he could. “Not until I say so.” he sing-songs, repeating those same wretched words from earlier. They are beginning to haunt you.

“Please!” your legs are shaking as you turn to face him, your back against the cold floor. Your mind couldn’t understand why he was being so cruel - his own cock had to be throbbing to cum right into you. He was a sadist, you think. “It isn’t fair you’re doing this to me. I’m a good student!”

You were protesting now, eyes wide with irritation. You were seconds away with just stuffing your own fingers in you and finishing yourself off - but it wouldn’t be the same. You couldn’t fuck yourself like Professor Jeon can and that realization alone was going to drive you insane.

“Are you?” Jungkook asks. Your eyes glances down at his hard cock, doused with your creamy arousal. “You snuck in here, or did you forget?”

Your bottom lips juts out in a pout.

“Come here.”

Jungkook drops onto the ground in front of you, his pants at his ankles.

Your eyes furrow, but you don’t hesitate. You get into his lap, your thighs on either side of him. 

“Make yourself cum.” Jungkook says, his hands immediately settling on your waist. “Before I change my mind.”

You’re far too eager. Your arm reaches back to grasp his cock and center it at your entrance. You’re far too wet that it’s easy to slide it in.

The cry that came from Jungkook’s lips was embarrassing. You sit directly onto his cock, your soft hands on his shoulders. You begin to rock your hips back and forth, your head rolling slowly from side to side. Your walls are so tight, Jungkook thinks, completely captivating him. You know exactly what you’re doing and Jungkook ponders if you do this often - with sextoys or other men - that makes you this good at riding.

Calloused hands roam up your sides then to your breasts. Professor Jeon captures them, squeezing the mounds in his hands tightly. His thumbs play with your nipples, twirling and pinching them just right.

“Fuck, baby.” Jungkook groans, burying his face into your bosom. He peppers quick, wet kisses onto them as your hips rise and fall.

“Your cock’s so big, Professor!” you wail. Squeezing your eyes shut, your hands begin to tighten their grasp on his shirt. 

Jungkook shakes his head. He pokes his tongue out, tracing your skin until they reach your nipple. He suckles on it, his tongue twirling around the bud. His left hand captures your ass, gripping the flesh harshly as you bounce on him.

You weren’t made to last long. All your frustrations had built up greatly for this moment - nor does Professor Jeon go easy on you. His hands gripping your ass with the way he sucks on your chest has you cumming in mere minutes since you started. 

“-gonna cum!” you moan, both arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close.

You’re leaking onto him entirely, arousal coating his thighs. Jungkook isn’t sure how it’s possible for someone to be this wet, but he isn’t complaining. Your pussy was so perfect - and so were you. You were the right amount of filthy he never knew he needed in his life.

Popping your nipple from wet lips, Jungkook decides to take over. “I’m going to cum in this pussy, baby.” he growls, hand squeezing your ass as his hips begin to rut into you. “Fill you just like you want.”

Your body is limp against him, walls squeezing him as you are riding your high. You’re unable to say much besides soft “please”’s. Your eyes are fluttering, your insides feeling every ounce of pleasure until it becomes unbearable. 

Jungkook’s cock drills you, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. He doesn’t intend on being quiet - especially not now. He wants anyone that’s around to hear how good he’s fucking you - his student. Someone so off limits to him, but that doesn’t stop either of you. He wants you to remember this moment forever. To have you thinking of him every time you go live - or happen to fuck someone else.

To let you know that it wouldn’t be the same because it wasn’t him.

Professor Jeon slams his right hand onto your ass, holding you in place. He continues to pound into you, the sound of skin slapping bouncing off of the walls loudly. Juices flow out of you as your body trembles, overstimulation taking over you. 

“Gonna stuff you good.” Jungkook grunts, thrust growing sloppy. Your squelching pussy is so melodic to him and he knows the sound will replay in his head over and over again. “Then send you home with my cum dripping down your thighs.”

Warm cum pools into you. You can feel Professor Jeon’s legs shaking as he cums, a soft whine in your ear. It’s so warm, you think, and weird having your professors cum stuffed in you. Your body feels heavy and you don’t move for a few moments as the both of you attempt to regain your composure.

You're not the one that stops the live. You had to admit that you do possibly look entirely pathetic crouched on the floor like this as Jungkook cleans himself up, but you weren’t used to be fucked by someone else.

“We should probably…talk.”

Now things were awkward. 

You manage to come into a seated position, cum covering your clit and possibly pooling out of you.

“I won’t tell anyone.” you say. 

Jungkook straightens his shoulders. “I wasn’t going to say that,” he murmurs. He wasn’t that much of an asshole. “Are you okay?”

Your cheeks are warm. You cross your arms, though it’s pointless. Your body is already exposed to him.

Jungkook hands you your revealing clothing and watches as you get dressed.

“I’m okay.” you assure, buttoning up your top. You pull your trench coat on next, feeling his eyes on you. “I’m…sorry for doing this.”

You go towards your bag where your cleaning supplies were. Coming down from your high after sex was always so awkward. Maybe this is why you avoided that and chose to fuck yourself.

“I’m sorry, too.” Jungkook says. He grabs the clorox wipes from your hands and decides that he could help, too. After all, it was his mess, too. “I hope I haven’t made things difficult for you. I am your Professor and…the dynamic is complicated.”

You bite the inside of your cheek.

“But we’re both adults.” Jungkook continues. He turns his back to wipe his desk, unsure where he’s truly coming from. “And though I may have said it at the moment, I don’t think you’re truly that way.”

“A stupid whore?” you joke, giggling to yourself. “I know. We both got way into it.” 

It doesn’t take a long time for the mess to be cleaned. You grasp your phone and put it into your trench coat pocket. 

“I should get going.” you say.

Professor Jeon nods his head. He’s leaning against his desk now, dark eyes watching you. 

“I’ll see you in class in a few days.” Jungkook calls as you make your way out of the classroom.

“Tomorrow.” you correct, opening the door a bit. You turn to him as he speaks.

“You don’t have to come.” Professor Jeon waves off. He proceeds to go to his chair and plop down onto it. “I planned on having a surprise quiz tomorrow.”

“A quiz?”

Jungkook nods. He puts his glasses on and turns towards you. 

“I’ll give you a passing grade.” Professor Jeon states. “You should rest tomorrow.”

Your eyes begin to slowly widen. “You don’t-”

“Rest.” Jungkook interrupts. He turns his eyes away from you and down on the stack of papers on his desk. “It’ll be fine.”

You clench your thighs together at his words. Your heart is pumping loudly in your chest. For some reason, you feel giddy. The familiar rush of adrenaline flows through you. 

“I can’t wait for you to fuck me again, Professor Jeon.” you say, opening the door wider. You don’t wait for a response this time and maybe Jungkook is a bit too stunned to give you one before you close the door behind you.

What Jungkook did know was that he also couldn’t wait to fuck you again, too.

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[hoshifighting]

      jeonghan + anonymous sex

— where you discover that behind the scary mask, who's eating you out, is your professor, mr. yoon.

WARNINGS: +18, smut, oral, halloween party setting, penetrative sex, oral [f. rec], dirty talk, edging, taboo, fingering.

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

halloween at uni was always a wild time—like, the one night when everyone just let loose and acted like idiots without any shame. it was a free pass to look either insanely sexy or terrifying as hell, and you’d seen both ends of that spectrum in past years. mostly, you loved it ‘cause it was kinda like a game of guess-who after the party, everyone spending the week after trying to figure out who was who under those masks. and that’s why the costumes just got more and more wild. anonymity? sign you up.

you and jewie, your ride-or-die dormmate, had done the whole horror bit every year, rocking the most messed up, bloodied-up outfits you could think of. but this year you both decided to go full-on sexy for once. jewie was rocking this short-ass witch outfit, all black and lace and pointy hat, and you—well, you were killing it (pun intended) in your killer bunny getup. thigh-high lacy white socks that clung to your skin, corset cinching you in, and this creepy-ass bunny mask that made you look both cute and dangerous. not to mention, the whole mask thing meant anything could go down and nobody would know.

“yo, you really gonna leave a note in his locker?” jewie whispered, eyes sparkling as the two of you snuck into the staff wing, the sound of your heels echoing off the empty halls.

“hell yeah, i’ve been crushing on prof yoon since he walked into his first lecture looking like a whole-ass snack,” you hissed back, your heart racing.

she let out a cackle, almost too loud. “he’s gonna die when he sees it. also, maybe don't bend over like that unless you want your ass out for the world to see.”

you shot her a look over your shoulder, half squinting through your mask. “fuck you, i’m not gonna walk like i’ve got a stick up my ass.”

“babe, that’s your job,” she teased, slapping your ass as you fumbled with the lock on the door. she was always like that—pushy, teasing, but down for whatever dumb thing you suggested, no questions asked.

finally, you managed to crack open the door to prof yoon’s locker, and the nervous excitement flared up all over again. “i’m doin’ it,” you muttered, mostly to yourself, as you slid the note into his stuff. just a stupid little flirty note. something anonymous and mysterious. if he recognized your handwriting? well, oops. that’s a future problem.

jewie watched, leaning against the doorframe, eyes flicking between you and the locker. “if he likes it, we might need to sneak you back in here to leave more. like a killer bunny pen pal situation.”

you laughed under your breath, shaking your head. “he’s not that dumb, but if he was, i’d consider it.”

you straightened up, adjusting your mask before looking back at jewie. the whole night felt like some weird fever dream—maybe it was the booze from earlier or just the high of running around campus dressed like this, but you felt unstoppable.

“okay, let’s get outta here before we get caught,” jewie said, pushing herself off the wall. “i swear if we see anyone, i’m pretending i don’t know you.”

“bitch, please, you’d totally rat me out,” you shot back, nudging her as the two of you slipped out of the staff room, adrenaline still pumping.

you took a long sip from your pouch, the cheap booze hitting just right as you swayed along with jewie to the beat. then, mid-spin, you spotted something—or rather, someone—that made you freeze in place, your lips still wrapped around the straw.

“i can’t fucking believe it,” you muttered, pulling the straw out and sulking like a kid who just had their candy stolen.

jewie gave you a sideways glance, eyebrows raised. “what’s got your panties in a twist now?”

you nodded toward the door, where another killer bunny had just strutted in, looking way too damn good for your liking. “look at that,” you said, gesturing with your drink. “bunny? okay, fine. but killer too? are you shitting me? what’re the odds?”

you huffed, feeling your vibe slightly killed by the sight of the other guy wearing basically the same damn thing as you—except he had this slutty, fitted black suit, and his mask was just as creepy as yours, that luscious black hair peeking out from behind it.

“wow,” jewie scoffed, following your gaze. “you’re really pressed about another killer bunny? seriously? it's halloween, dude, chill. everyone’s doubling up.”

“easy for you to say,” you muttered, still eyeing the guy. “you're not the only slutty witch in the room.”

she rolled her eyes, snorting. “uh, excuse me? i've seen, like, five other witches tonight, and one of them even had a broom—a broom, y/n. i just accepted it. it’s halloween.”

it was halloween, and sure, half the campus was probably dressed as witches, zombies, or sexy cops. but still, the nerve of this guy, strutting in like he invented the killer bunny look.

“and, you know what? my panties are in a twist, actually,” you shot back, glaring at jewie, who just gave you an unimpressed look. “like, literal twist. feels like they’re strangling me.”

she burst out laughing, clutching her stomach. “oh my god, you’re such a mess. there’s a whole locker room situation going on if you wanna fix it. no one’s gonna be in there anyway..”

“the locker room?” you hummed, considering it for a second. “yeah, might as well. better than walking around with my ass in knots.”

you slipped away from the party, the beat of the music fading as you made your way down the empty hallway, heels clacking against the floor. it was eerily quiet outside the main campus area, the darkness swallowing up the noise from the party like you were walking into another world. halfway there, though, you swore you heard something. footsteps, maybe? you glanced back over your shoulder, but the hallway was just as empty as before. shrugging it off, you kept walking.

then again—footsteps.

you whipped around, heart starting to race a bit. nothing. nobody. great, you thought. either you’re paranoid or some dude in a clown costume’s gonna jump out at you any second.

you sped up, practically rushing into the locker room, slamming the door behind you like that would keep the creepy vibes out. with a sigh, you lifted your skirt and fixed the tangled mess of fabric underneath. “goddamn,” you muttered, whistling in relief as the tension eased up. “finally.”

you made your way to the mirror, fluffing up your hair, adjusting your bunny ears, trying to look like you hadn’t just freaked yourself out. but then you heard it again—footsteps. this time, not so distant. real close.

before you could even react, the door creaked open, and there he was. the other killer bunny. strolling in like he owned the place, chill as could be, like it wasn’t the feminine locker room he’d just waltzed into.

“you’ve gotta be kidding me,” you muttered under your breath, shooting him a glare through the mirror. “stole my idea and my spot?”

he snorted, leaning against the sink with his back turned to the mirror, eyes just fixed forward, hands shoved casually in his pockets. “stole your idea? babe, i’ve been rockin’ this for ages.”

“you saw it from me!” you shot back, turning around to face him, pointing at him accusingly. “i should sue for copyright or some shit.”

he let out a low chuckle, tilting his head slightly like he was amused by your little outburst. “you can have the bunny part. i’ll keep the killer part.”

“real original,” you scoffed, turning back to the mirror, fixing a stray curl in your hair. “and what’re you even doing in the locker room? you lost or just stupid?”

“neither,” he said simply, his voice way too smug for someone who looked like he just broke into the wrong locker room. “it was either this, or i piss in a bush somewhere. decided to be classy tonight.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the slight smirk pulling at your lips. “yeah, real classy, creeping around the women’s locker room.”

he leaned closer, still not turning to look in the mirror. “who says i’m creeping? maybe you just walked into my locker room.”

“oh, so now it’s your locker room too? boy, you’re bold.”

“what can i say? bunny privileges,” he said, shrugging like it was the most normal thing in the world.

you shook your head, turning to look at him fully now, sizing him up. he was tall, broad, the slutty suit clinging to him just right, his posture relaxed like he didn’t have a care in the world. and that hair, black and messy behind his mask—well, you’d give him one thing. he wore the costume well. too well.

“you know,” you said, leaning back against the sink next to him, crossing your arms. “if you’re tryna intimidate me, it’s not working. you’re just another bunny.”

he chuckled again, that low, almost lazy sound that somehow made your skin tingle. “maybe i’m not tryna intimidate you. maybe i’m just waiting for you to admit i look better.”

you scoffed, pushing off the sink and standing up straight, close enough now that you could smell the faint cologne clinging to him. it was… annoyingly nice. “please, i wouldn’t give you that satisfaction even if you paid me.”

“we’ll... see about that?” he murmured, finally turning to face you, his body looming over yours. his mask obscured most of his face, but his eyes locked onto yours, like he could see right through the sass.

and there it was. that thing on your lower stomach that snuck up on you out of nowhere. “you really think you can handle me, bunny?” you teased.

he didn’t flinch. his lips twitched into a grin under the mask.

“handle you?” he echoed, his voice dropping an octave. “baby, i’m just getting started.”

you raised an eyebrow, leaning in just a little closer, testing him, seeing how far you could push. “then show me what you got.”

his hand was on you in a second, pulling you toward him with a firm grip on your waist, his breath hot through the mask. and suddenly, the empty locker room didn’t feel so empty anymore. his other hand slid down, grazing your thigh before hiking your skirt up. “you sure you wanna play this game?” he cooed, lips brushing the shell of your ear.

you let out a breathy laugh, your hands fisting into the fabric of his suit. “you started it.”

“yeah?” his grip tightened, pulling you flush against him, your bodies fitting together too perfectly. “then let me finish it.”

he leaned in for the kiss, but both of you realized, almost at the same time, that the stupid mask was in the way. your lips collided with the hard plastic, and for a second, it was awkward as hell—until you both burst into laughter. “yeah, that’s not gonna work,” you muttered, shaking your head.

“guess we’ll just have to improvise,” he murmured back, and before you knew it, he had spun you around, pressing your hips firmly against the cold sink. the chill of the ceramic made you gasp, but it was nothing compared to the way his fingers slid under the elastic of your garter, pulling it away from your skin before letting it snap back on ur skin.

“fuck,” you hissed, as the sting amde your pussy drool. he was watching you through that damn mask, his fingers traced the hem of your skirt before he flipped it over your lower back, exposing the white lacy set you’d chosen to match the whole killer bunny thing.

“fuckin’ cute,” he growled as he took in the sight of your barely-there panties and thigh-highs. “you really wore this for halloween? shit’s a fuckin’ joke,”

the degradation in his tone made your cheeks burn, you bit down on your lip, trying to keep your composure, he noticed everything.

“what’s the matter?” he asked, mock concern as his hands skimmed over your thighs, squeezing just hard enough to make you gasp again. “you like being called cute while i fuck you up?”

you didn’t even have time to respond before his fingers hooked into the waistband of your panties, dragging them down painfully slow, the lace barely clinging to your hips before he let them drop to your ankles. you kicked them off instinctively, your breath hitching when you saw him bend down slightly, he picked them up off the floor, turning the flimsy lace in his fingers for a second before shoving them deep into his pocket.

“gonna keep these,” he muttered, half to himself, half to you. standing up straight again. his hands, slid up your legs, spreading them just a bit more. the rough pads of his fingers brushed against the inside of your thighs, teasing you, waiting for you to beg, or break.

and god, you were close to breaking already.

one hand held your waist firmly in place, pressing you harder against the sink, while the other slipped between your legs, his fingers sliding against your wetness with an agonizing slowness.

“oh.. all soaked already?” he muttered, like he knew exactly how ruined you were just from his touch. “and we haven’t even started. you’ve been thinking about this? about me bending you over, fingers deep in this pretty little pussy?”

you couldn’t help the whimper that escaped you as his middle and ring fingers dipped inside, your pussy swallow him immediately, even when the skin burns a little with the stretch. his long fingers immediately finding that sweet, squishy spot, for a moment, resting the fingers there.

he kept the pads of his fingers facing down, rubbing slow, tight circles against that sensitive spot, making you clench around him. you've never been stimulated like this, it looked so different and knowing for a college boy. the sensation was enough to make your knees weak, but his grip on your hips kept you steady, held in place as he worked you open.

he leaned down, the mask still in place, but you could feel the heat of him behind you. “you hear that? hear how fucking wet you are? all for me, huh?”

you did, in fact, it echoed in the empty locker room, as you try to be quiet. but you moaned in response, your head falling forward, resting on your arms as you tried to catch your breath. every stroke of his fingers had your pussy tightening, thighs shaking, and you were half-sure you’d collapse if it weren’t for the him keeping you upright.

his other hand moving up your back just enough so he could press his lips against your bare shoulder. you felt him lift the mask just slightly, and then his mouth was on you, kissing, biting, his teeth grazing your skin in a manner that had you arching into him.

“fuck, you taste so good,” he muttered. “so sweet. but i bet you taste even better down here.”

you groaned in frustration when you realized he was still wearing that damn mask, completely blocking the possibility of him going down on you. he noticed the way you moaned extra loud, probably because you’d been imagining it—his mouth between your legs, tasting how worked up you were.

he cooed, amused by your reaction, shaking his head like you were some kind of innocent mess. “fuck baby, i’d love to, but this mask is getting in the way. you know that.” his voice was so casual, like it wasn’t a big deal at all, like it wasn’t torture for you. and god, that whimper that left your throat? pathetic. even you knew it. you rolled your hips on his fingers, desperate for something, anything to replace what you couldn’t have right now. the wet, slick sound of his fingers working into you echoed around the room, filling the space with a vulgar kind of music that had him biting his lip, watching you fall apart over nothing.

“oh, you really want it bad, huh?” he laughed, and you whined again, the sound so embarrassingly needy that it should’ve made you blush. but instead, it only made you more desperate. his teasing was too much.

“fuck,” you muttered, half-begging, and he pulled back a bit, thinking for a second before a playful smirk took over his lips.

“let’s play a game then,” he offered, your brows furrowed in confusion, but the second he leaned in, lips brushing your ear, you felt your whole body heat up in response. “we take the masks off. but,” he paused, his fingers still torturing you, making your hips twitch every time he pressed just right. “we keep our eyes closed. i’ll eat you out, i’ll do anything you want, but no peeking.”

you hummed at the idea, already thinking of how good it would feel to have him without the barrier of those stupid masks. but before you could even respond, he tilted his head, adding with a teasing lilt, “but first... i gotta fuck you. because you’re so fucking tight, so fucking pretty squirming around my fingers like this.” his voice softened into something almost sweet, like he was praising you, and the way he cooed when you shyly squirmed against his hand, embarrassed by his words, had your body tightening in response. “such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”

you were nodding before you even realized, the words barely out of your mouth before you agreed to it. the mask was yanked off, tossed to the side, and you felt him pull away slightly. you didn’t dare look back at him, though—you kept your promise, eyes shut tight, chest rising and falling rapidly.

you felt him shift behind you, the rustle of fabric as he undid his pants filling the locker room with a sharp, exciting edge. his fingers left you with a wet pop, and the sound made you shiver. god, you could still hear it—how soaked you were, how turned on he’d made you. your body reacted to the absence of his touch with a small gasp, but the moment you felt his warm breath near your ear again, your nerves melted away.

“don’t open your eyes,” he warned in that same serious tone, even though you could practically hear the smile on his face. you nodded, swallowing hard, trying to keep still. his fingers returned, now gripping your hips firmly, and you couldn’t help but arch into him, needing more.

“good girl,” he murmured, guiding you to bend further over the sink. your chest pressed against the cold surface, your eyes squeezed shut, but you could feel everything. you were painfully aware of how exposed you were to him, the skirt flipped up, your wetness on full display.

the blunt head of his cock nudged at your entrance, slick and heavy, and you braced yourself, but he didn’t push in. instead, he slid it up, dragging it along your folds, teasing your clit and the leaking hole. the sensation had your toes curling, and you couldn’t stop yourself from asking, “you just gonna rub it?”

he chuckled darkly, pressing the tip against your entrance again but not entering. “thought i’d take my time, make you beg a little more.”

you groaned, squirming under him, your hips moving on their own as you chased the penetration. you could feel him smiling behind you, still teasing, but his hand was firm on your hips, holding you steady as he slowly dragged his cock up and down, brushing against your clit every time. it was maddening, the way he was holding back, making you wait, making you ache for him.

“you want it that bad, hm?” he asked, and before you could even answer, he pushed in, sliding into you with a slick, deep thrust that knocked the breath out of your lungs as you watch pitch black. “fuck, there it is.”

you moaned, the sudden fullness overwhelming, your fingers gripping the edge of the sink as he held you in place, his cock buried deep inside. he didn’t move at first, just let you adjust to the stretch, but his hands were still moving—one sliding up your back, the other gripping your ass, squeezing hard as he groaned low in his throat.

“ah!–don' squeeze me like that,” he muttered, his voice strained as he began to move, his hips grinding into yours rolling the dick in and out of you. “taking me so well... pretty pussy devouring my cock.”

you whimpered at his praise, your body trembling with every slow stroke. he wasn’t holding back anymore, his pace picking up, his hand slipped down between your legs, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing light, quick circles that had you moaning loudly.

the thing was;

his eyes had been wide open the whole time.

he was practically glowing with the fact that you hadn’t recognized him at all. he knew it was you from the second you stepped into the party, making him choke on his own spit, all dressed up in that killer bunny costume, and it made him feel like he was holding onto the biggest secret ever. you had no idea who you were fucking, and that made everything ten times hotter.

as you leaned over the sink, he got a perfect view of your face blushing beneath your expertly done makeup, all those little details you’d spent hours perfecting. the way the light caught the shimmer on your cheeks, the dark eyeliner framing your eyes just right—it was beautiful. even though you planned on hiding your face with that mask for the entire night.

he pretended to keep his eyes closed, even though he could barely contain his excitement. “i hope you don't open your eyes hm? you wouldn't want to lose me eating you out, right?” he’d said with a smirk, watching as you nodded obediently. you were so good at this—everything about you, from the way you shifted on the sink to the way you were biting your lip in need, made him ache to see your true reaction when you finally figured it out.

he could feel your nervous energy as you followed his lead, trusting him completely. it was almost comical how easy it was to manipulate the situation, how horny you were, and he couldn’t help but chuckle quietly to himself.

“you’ve got no idea how fucking cute you moan,” he murmured, leaning closer, his breath ghosting over your ear as he continued to thrust into you. the way you squirmed made him even harder, and he could feel his own arousal rising at the thought of keeping this secret just a little longer.

“shut up,” you whined, clearly flustered by his words, and he couldn’t help but laugh softly. god, you were adorable. he kept it playful, teasing you even more as he leaned down to press his lips against your shoulder, kissing a line up your neck as he continued to roll his hips into you. “just focus on how good you feel.”

every thrust sent a quiver through you, and he could feel you responding to him, getting wetter with every move. you were lost in it, and he was completely taken by the way your body reacted to his touch. he loved how your sounds filled the space, how you couldn’t help but moan louder and louder as he picked up the pace, fucking you deeper.

“tell me how good it feels.”

“so good, you feel so good—your cock—s'big!” you breathed, and he reveled in the power he had over you. he could see the way your body squirmed beneath him, anguished for more, and it only pushed him to keep going.

“that’s right, keep saying it,” he encouraged, his fingers curling around your waist, pulling you back against him as he hit that sweet spot inside you. “i want to hear everything, since i cant see it.”

he could feel you tightening around him, your that sweet release pulsing, and just when you were about to hit that peak, he pulled out, leaving you gasping “what the fuck?!” you cried, your voice high-pitched with desperation, eyes still closed. he couldn’t help but chuckle at your frustration, knowing just how good you felt, but wanting to keep you on that brink a little longer.

“patience, bunny,” he teased, leaning in closer, his breath warm against your ear. “you’ll get what you want.”

with that, he pushed back into you, driving deep and hard, and the sound of your moan filled the locker room. “yes! please!” you begged, fingers digging into the sink as you rocked back against him.

but again, right when you were so close, he slipped out. “no, no, don’t do that!” you whined, the desperation in your voice making him grin. “i was so close!”

“i won’t let you cum on my cock,” he said, a teasing grin playing on his lips as he watched your expression crumble. your face fell against your arms in defeat, sulking like a petulant child. “why?” you whined, the sulk evident in your voice, and he couldn’t help but scoff at how adorable you looked, all flustered and desperate.

just then, his hand tangled in your hair, tugging enough to make you almost open your eyes. the sudden pressure made a strangled moan escape your throat, and he loved it.

he slowly turned you around, guiding you to sit on the cold sink. you cursed under your breath, your legs instinctively spreading wide as you positioned yourself for him.

“this is so unfair, i cant see you...” you muttered, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks as you thought about how you couldn’t see what he was doing. you could hear the sound of your breath quickening as he dropped to his knees in front of you, the idea of him between your legs making you almost cum on spot.

“you don’t need to see it, babe,” he said, all sultry. fuck you needed to know who he was, and with that, you could feel him get closer, his breath hot against your pussy, making you squirm.

“you’re such an ass for doing this to me,” you groaned, but deep down, you were practically begging for it, and you knew it. he laughed softly, the sound thundering in his chest as he spread your legs wider, giving himself a perfect view of your pussy, the folds puffy, and flushed, dripping beautifully.

a sudden creak from somewhere down the hallway snapped you out of the fog of pleasure, and, instinctively, you opened your eyes. it took a second to adjust, to blink away the haze clouding your vision, but then you looked down—straight at him.

and—

mr. yoon?

“shh,” he whispered, a finger pressed to his own lips, a hint of a smirk twitching as he maintained eye contact with you, even as his head dipped between your legs. you wanted to pull back, to process that your professor was there, settled on his knees in front of you in a locked room, but his mouth had already found your clit.

“oh my god,” you moan, in disbelief, in pure ecstasy. he starts sucking your clit with so hard that makes you dizzy, and your back arches instinctively, the sensations overwhelming. your mind races, but the sight of him—mr. yoon, your strict, no-nonsense professor—eating you out is enough to push you right back over the edge.

you bite your lip to stifle your cries, but it’s no use. the combination of the taboo and the sucking sends you spiraling into the orgasm, and you can feel yourself clenching around his tongue as you cum in his mouth, a whimper escaping your lips.

“holy—” you breathe, panting as he pulls away, licking his lips like he’s savoring the taste of you.

he raises up to kiss you, but you back away instinctively, the shock paralyzing you.

“wait, you didn’t like that it was… me?” he asks, worry flashing across his eyes.

your mind is racing. so he was the one fucking you? after the letter—oh my god. “i… i didn’t know it was you!” you manage to stammer.

he licks his cum-covered lips, that sly grin still in place. he steps back slightly, still unsure of what to say. “so… you liked it, then?”

“well, yeah, but—” you start, but the words fail you. how do you even explain this? how do you tell your professor that he just made you come like that, and it was one of the best experiences of your life?

you catch his gaze, and for the first time, there’s a flicker of worry in mr. yoon’s eyes. he's probably already imagining that expulsion letter or the scandal that’d blow up his career.

“relax,” you murmur, smirking as he watches you. “i’m not about to go blabbing to the dean or anything.” he quirks a skeptical brow, clearly not convinced yet, and you give him a playful shrug. “but only if… you get on your knees again and show me just how much you wanna keep me quiet.”

the corner of his mouth lifts. “oh, is that right?” he murmurs, and before you know it, he’s stepping forward, hands sliding around your waist as he leans down, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“guess i’ll have to make sure you’re too busy to even think about talking,” he whispers.

[...]

monday rolls around, and it’s like the entire campus is still buzzing about the halloween party. people are dissecting every detail, trying to figure out who was behind which mask. you’re sitting at your desk, pretending to read the same damn paragraph for the fifth time, but let’s be real—there’s only one thing on your mind: mr. yoon’s dick.

jeonghan’s up at the front, leaning against his desk, teaching as if nothing happened, and you can barely keep a straight face. every time you glance up, you can’t help but picture the way he looked at you, the feel of his hands, his mouth… yeah, not the kind of thoughts you should be having in the middle of class.

the bell finally rings, snapping you out of it as everyone starts packing up. your friend pauses by the door, waiting, but just as you’re about to leave, mr. yoon clears his throat.

“y/n,” he says, there’s that hint of something under it, something only you would catch. “stay a moment, would you?”

you wave your friend off, muttering something about catching up later. she glances between the two of you and, of course, shoots you a knowing smile before shutting the door on her way out. it’s just you and jeonghan now, the room empty and quiet, his gaze pinned on you.

he raises an eyebrow, and his eyes flick towards the closed door. “should i be worried about that smile she gave you?” he asks, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

you blink, caught off guard. “no! no one knows about… us,” you insist, a bit too quickly.

he scoffs, giving you this look like he’s amused but skeptical. “oh, i know that,” he says smoothly, but then he taps his finger on his desk. “but she definitely knows… about this.”

with a dramatic flourish, he slides open a drawer and pulls out the letter. your stomach drops as he lays it out on his desk for you to see, the unmistakable swoop of your handwriting there in all its glory, complete with little heart and butterfly stickers surrounding a mortifyingly filthy sentence.

“wanna feel your cock hitting the deepest part of my pussy until i can’t even remember my name.”

you freeze, face heating up instantly. oh, god. did you really write that?

he chuckles softly, watching you squirm as you avoid his gaze, suddenly very interested in the stack of textbooks on his desk. you press your lips together, practically biting down to keep from making any sound, because your brain is malfunctioning.

“so,” he murmurs, “did you really mean every word?”

[motorsportbarbie13]

A Package Deal - Part 2

In which something a little more serious and a lot more meaningful than either of you anticipated starts to blossom between you and your curly haired crush.

Warnings: nothing, this is so tooth achingly fluffy, you may need a trip to the dentist afterwards. Pairing: Lando x SingleMom!Reader Word Count: 5.3k (oops)

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(quick note in case anyone is paying super close attention. i switched the job reader has at McLaren to fit this bit of plot in. I think switched all mentions over in part one, but just in case you notice the different job title, that was on purpose :) )

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The holidays slip away in a blur of presents and hot cocoa dates with Stella so fast that before you know it, school is beginning again and you're forced back into the office on a regular basis. With the way the holidays fell this year, you ended up taking nearly two weeks of annual leave between Christmas and New Years and while you appreciated the time off to reset and battle burnout your job inevitably brought on, by the time you dropped Stella off at school that first morning, you were near ecstatic with relief.

You didn't want to admit it to anyone, not even barely to yourself, but you also had missed Lando. He'd spent Christmas at his parents for a few days before jetting off to somewhere gorgeous and warm with his friends and while he texted you near constantly, you often found yourself wondering what he was doing. You hated how much you looked forward to the chime on your phone alerting you to a new text but even more, you hated how much your heart stuttered in your chest every time you saw it was his name that was lighting up your phone.

You had told Sarah about running into Lando at Harrods that Saturday and then made the mistake of telling her that he had bought the booster seat (downright refusing to allow you to even split the cost it with him) and driven you home. She had grinned like a cat with warm milk, saying she knew something was going on but was wildly excited when you told her about the drive home.

Like you had predicted, Stella had been fast asleep by the time Lando had merged onto the freeway. She had stayed sound asleep even after you had reached your house, Lando allowing his Range Rover to idle for nearly twenty minutes in your driveway as you chatted. The conversation was quiet, neither of you wanting to wake a sleeping Stella but it flowed as easily as champagne on New Years Eve.

As you sat in the passengers seat of the SUV you couldn't help the way your mind wandered into the 'what ifs' of what was happening here. What if everything hadn't been ruined the moment Lando found out that Stella was yours? What if that, despite everything being against you, this was the time it all worked out. They were dangerous thoughts, especially for a single mom who couldn't allow her heart to be compromised. There was another heart that had to be taken into consideration: Stella's fragile six year old heart. So when Lando had started allowing his gaze to wander down to your lips and leaning almost imperceptably closer towards you with each passing moment, you had ignored his advances. You didn't want to, but you were scared. The what if's scared you but the what ifs not working out scared you even more.

You had slipped out of the car before anything could happen, thankful for the fact that Stella began to finally stir after nearly 30 minutes of you and Lando talking.

After that night, the texting had started and while Lando hadn't visted the MTC since, he had made a point to check in with you a few times each day. He didn't want to get ahead of himself, reminding himself of how you had ever so subtly rejected his advances the night he had taken you and Stella home.

As he had been analyzing the evening the next day with Max, his best friend had all but warned him off of you. 'Being with a single mom is a challenge that I don't think you're up for, mate.' Had been his warning, a warning that Lando had so far, chosen to ignore. He knew it was kind of a crazy thing to consider, especially with the lifestyle that he had become accustomed to over the last few years, but there was something magnetic about you. The way you sacrificed everything in order to make sure Stella was taken care of. The way you took on everything solo despite having a solid support system, because you didn't want to be a burden to anyone. The way you still managed to find magic in a life that had to be full of heartache and difficulties.

You were a magnetic force to be reckoned with and the fact that you had opened up to Lando that night in the car while Stella slept soundly in his back seat was something that he cherished.

It was also why he found himself nervously pacing outside of Sarah's office one January morning after he had returned from his vacation in Finland. The new season was fast approaching and it was time to get down to business and spend more time in the sim and at the MTC, making sure he was ready to give everything for the 2025 season. But he also had other reasons to be at the MTC even more: you.

Sarah is in her office that chilly January morning when she hears shuffling outside her door. It's propped open so all it takes is a quick peek outside. "Lando?" She calls, spying the driver hovering outside her door, hands shoved deep into his pockets as he paced the empty corridor.

"Oh. Hi. Sorry." Lando pushes his curls off his face, stepping into the brightly lit office. "Am I interrupting? I can totally come back..."

Sarah nearly laughs at the anxious energy radiating off of Lando but manages to quell it, not wanting to spook him. "No, it's fine. What can I do for you?"

"I...well..." Lando cards his hand hand through his hair once again, searching for the right words. He hadn't gotten the best reception from Max when he opened up about his feelings for you, so he was really nervous about what your best friend was going to say. He didn't want to get told off by her too. "I was wondering if I could ask you for a favor?"

Sarah smirks. "Does this favor have to do with our favorite single mom who works down the hall?"

Lando goes crimson at the question but a bit of him feels relieved at the smile that plays on Sarah's face. "Uh...It does actually. I was wondering if you would be willing to babysit Stella Saturday night so I could take her out to dinner and maybe a movie or something."

Sarah pushes away from her desk, the look on her face transforming from smug to soft admiration. "You really like her, don't you?"

Lando nods earnestly, "I do. Stella kind of threw me for a loop there at first but after spending time with them before Christmas..." He drops the rest of the sentence then, not sure if he should be opening up this much to your best friend. She probably knew how you felt about him already but it was a natural reaction for him to keep his feelings closely held. "I know our lifestyles are not exactly...compatible but she's amazing and I just want to spend more time with her."

"You'd be lucky to land a girl like her, Lando." Sarah observes, leaning back in her chair. "And while I agree, your lifestyles are radically different, I think you two could be good for each other."

"Yeah?" Lando's voice is a wash of relief, having expected to face the same criticism that he had faced from Max.

"Yeah, I do. I'd be happy to take Stella for the night as long as she's okay with it. Have you asked her?"

Lando shakes his head. "I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first."

"Can I give you some advice though?" When Lando nods, Sarah continues. "You're going to have to be patient with her. She's been through a lot and she has a lot on her shoulders. She doesn't need someone adding to that load. She needs someone who's going to help her carry that load, take some things off her shoulders. And if that's not something you think you can do, don't even start anything with her. If you're not all in with her and Stella, please don't pursue anything further, okay?"

Lando leans against the door frame, taking in your best friend's words. "I'd never do anything to add to what she already carries." He says softly and Sarah grins.

"Good. Tell her I'll take Stella for one of our famous sleepovers, yeah? Treat her well, Lando. I don't want to have to kick your ass if you hurt her."

"Thanks, Sarah. I'd never hurt her, I promise."

"Good. Now get, I think she's leaving after lunch today to get Stella for a dentist appointment. She should still be in her office though."

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"Wait, so you were the one who came up with the idea for that tire deg prediction program?" Lando stares at you from across the table, jaw nearly hitting the white linen tablecloth.

You blush into your wine, not good at taking compliments. The small Italian restaurant that Lando had booked a table at was quiet and cozy, allowing both of you to focus on the person sitting across from you and not anything else. It was nice, getting out of the house without Stella in tow. As much as you adored your daughter and valued every single second spent with her, sometimes it was really nice to have some time away. You were on your second glass of wine and your head was buzzing delightfully, the look on Lando's face as you fell into conversation about the work you were so passionate about sent something that felt a lot like desire curling deep in your belly.

"That was me. I'm actually working on an improved model for the upcoming season. More inputs like weather and historical degradation data should help the model give Andrea and the team a better idea of when the ideal pit window for you and Oscar will be in real time."

Lando just stares at you, dumbfounded. He had known bits and pieces of your job from the time he spent accosting you with questions over the last six months but he had never realized how deeply ingrained you were in his weekend routine already. "That program helped me win Miami last year." He says, totally awestruck.

You fidget under his attention, barely hiding a smile. When you had stumbled upon data analytics and predictive modeling in your first semester of uni all those years ago, you had never imagined it would lead to you writing a program that helped an F1 team predict how and when the tires were going to go off during a race. It was just one of many projects you had worked on in your two years at McLaren but it was absolutely the one you were most proud of.

"Well, hopefully with the improved modeling system I've been working on, we can get you and Oscar onto that top step more this year. I have a meeting with Zak and Andrea next week actually to discuss putting more resources into it so we can further develop it."

"I don't know how you can improve on it, the data I've seen it produce is already wildly helpful." Lando has to resist the urge to cover your hand with his, the need to touch you suddenly overwhelming.

He had been so nervous tonight while driving over to your house to pick you up for dinner, it was a wonder he hadn't ended up in a ditch or something. Stella had already been whisked away by Sarah by the time he got to your house, but there was a (albeit a bit stale) gingerbread man with a curly mullet left on the counter for him. 'Stella gave me strict instructions to make sure you get your cookie.' You had informed him, face serious with the task at hand.

Now that you were sat across from him, plate of food sat half eaten in front of you, Lando found himself not as nervous as he thought he'd be. The butterflies were still there and he had to constantly keep the desire to lace his fingers with yours in check, but the way you had made him feel calm and comfortable during the time he visited you in your office before had simply transferred to dinner tonight. He'd never felt more at ease with someone who made him so nervous before and while it was an uneasy feeling, it also felt like the most natural thing in the world.

"I didn't realize anyone beyond the strategy team used the models." You admit.

Lando likes the way your cheeks flush under his praise, even if you're still refusing to meet his eyes while he compliments you.

"Will and I go over all that data after session. With how unpredictable the tires can be from day to day, I really depend on that information."

"Well, I'm glad my little data project is doing its job." You say simply, before taking another bite out of the food before you.

The rest of dinner passes in casual conversation and meaningful looks exchanged over drinks and dessert. If having dinner with Lando and Stella in London had been fun, this dinner was certainly a more intimate affair. It wasn't until your third glass of wine that you settled into the feeling that there could be something between you and Lando, allowing the fear to take a back seat even for just one night.

"Can I ask you something?" You ask boldly while dessert is being placed in front of you.

"Anything."

And he means it.

"I know the first time you found your way into my office was by mistake but I've always wondered why you kept coming back. I mean, my office is literally on the opposite side of any place you'd ever be normally."

"Besides the fact that you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen in my life?" He flirts shamelessly, the alcohol in his system making him braver than he really felt.

"Lan..." You scold, fighting the urge to roll your eyes.

Lando chuckles and finally loses the battle he's been fighting all dinner. He reaches across the table and slips his fingers into the spaces between yours, rubbing his thumb over the soft skin of your hand. The spark that ignites when he touches you has the breath catching in the back of your throat. "Because you talked to me like a normal person. It was right around the time the championship race was heating up, as manufactured by the press as it was. The team was a bit in shambles and I just felt really unsupported."

He doesn't have to say it, but you instinctively know he's talking about the Hungary race earlier in the year. The Wednesday after that race, Lando had popped up in your office first thing in the morning and had sat across from you until well after lunch. The way his shoulders hunched and he kind of just folded himself into the desk chair that you now kept specifically for him had broken your heart.

"You never asked me about racing or the championship or anything like that. You let me talk and ask questions about your job and I was just able to forget the outside world for a bit. I was never Lando Norris, McLaren Formula 1 driver competing with Max Verstappen with you. I was just 'Lan'. I really appreciated that, especially during the second half of the season."

You had become his safe space was what he wanted to say but fear kept that bit of information from passing his lips. For now.

The warmth of Lando's fingers tangled with yours travels through your entire body. "I'm glad I helped." You murmur, heat pooling low in your belly at the look he's giving you from across the table.

"More than you know."

"Okay. No, I understand. Yes, she was fine when I dropped her off this morning. Okay. Yes, thank you. Tell her I'm leaving work right now, I'll be there in about twenty minutes. Thank you, Ms. Rose."

Panic floods your chest as you stare at the computer screen in front of you. "Fuck." You whisper, frantically looking up the phone number for Zak's personal assistant. "Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

"That is a lot of swearing for 10 in the morning on a Wednesday."

Your eyes fly from your computer screen to the door of your office where Lando stands, leaning against the doorframe looking unreasonably handsome in a green jumper and jeans. You couldn't admire him for long though, panic returning to the front of your mind as you desperately try to figure out what you're going to do.

"Stella's school just called." Lando immediately crosses the room and sits down in 'his' chair, as he's begun to think it. Ever since your date last Saturday night, he hasn't been able to get you off his mind. He's been at the MTC every morning this week, something that even Zak noticed this morning and made a comment about him being extra dedicated to getting the new season started off on the right foot. If only he knew the real motivation for being around all the time now. He couldn't even remember the last time he'd spent any time back at his other apartment in Monaco.

"Everything okay?"

"No, she's running a fever. They need me to come get her except remember that meeting with Zak and Andrea I told you about? It's in..." Your eyes flicker back to your computer screen before bouncing back up to meet Lando's concerned gaze. "Fifteen minutes. I'm going to have to cancel and God knows when I'm ever going to get this kind of face time with either of them before the start of the season. Without their support, the upgrades to that tire deg model I want to make will basically be dead in the water."

Normally, you handle the pressures of being a single mom pretty well. You realize your career trajectory is a little different than normal, with you being unable to work late or travel extensively or do any of the other things that usually help with job advancement and you made your peace with that a long time ago. You make enough to provide very comfortably for Stella, so when you're passed over for promotions or unable to dedicate extra time, you're usually fine with it. Not today though.

"I've been prepping for this meeting for weeks. Weeks, Lando. Sarah is on annual leave in Spain and my dad is in London today with a client, there is literally no one else to go get her. Today of all fucking days." Tears threaten to spill over, you're so frustrated. You've worked so hard to get this meeting and now it's all going to go to waste.

"I'll go get her." The way Lando says it has shock slicing through your heart, quick as a knife. He says it so casually, like you're silly for not even considering him.

"What? No, Lando, I can't ask that of you."

"You're not asking, I'm offering." Lando stands, pulling out his phone. "Text me the address of her school and I'll go get her. I drove my Rover this morning and guess what I still have in the back seat?" A brilliant smile flashes across his face.

Something stills in your chest at the fact that Lando left your daughter's booster seat in his car after all these weeks.

"Lan..."

"I don't want to hear any more arguments, mama."

Well that was certainly something you'd have to unpack your reaction to later.

"Are you sure?" You bite at your lower lip and Lando has to physically restrain himself from kissing you right there in your office. Something which he still hasn't done, as much as it was killing him. After dinner the other night he had wanted to kiss you more than anything but he hadn't wanted to rush you, Sarah's words echoing in his head. How he needed to be patient with you and how you'd bene through so much the past few years so he had chickened out, erring on the side of caution and had settled for a hug and quick press of his lips to your cheek instead. He had regretted it every moment since dropping you off at your door that night.

"Absolutely. Now, go call Ms. Rose back and tell her Lando Norris is coming to get Ms. Stelly Belly. Do you have a spare key for me? I'll take her back to your place and we'll watch movies 'til you can get home."

An unfamiliar sense of calm settles over you at the sound of confidence in Lando's voice. You don't let just anyone take care of Stella, especially when she's sick. Really, the only other two people that you'd ever trust with her are Sarah and your dad. That list now was a list of three, you supposed.

"Okay." You reply weakly. "Thank you, Lando. Seriously. I don't know how I'm ever going to repay you."

"Go get ready for your meeting, pretty girl." Without a second look, Lando turns and walks out of your office. Moments after he gets into the lift to head to his car, his phone chimes with a text from you giving him the address to Stella's school.

A few hours later, you slot the key to your front door in the lock, swinging the door open as quietly as you can manage. From the entryway, you can hear the TV playing in the living room on the other side of the house.

Just in case Stella is asleep, you don't announce your presence opting to tip toe towards where you think Lando and Stella will be instead. The sight that greets you when you finally spy them has your heart clenching painfully, stealing the breath straight out of your lungs. The couch is perpendicular to where you stand, so you can just see Lando's profile as he sits, cheek tilted down resting gently on Stella's head as he watched Frozen playing on the TV in front of him. Stella is cuddled up in his lap, her arms thrown around his shoulders and her little head is buried deep in the crook of his neck. Lando's arms are wrapped securely around your little girl as he cradles her to his chest.

You rub at your sternum, desperatly trying to massage the ache that has settled there at the way Stella is curled up into Lando for comfort. You've never seen her do this with anyone other than you. Not even Sarah.

Lando senses when you walk into the room, having not even heard the door open moments before. Stella sleeps soundly against him, her warm breath tickling at the space between his neck and shoulders. They hadn't been home longer than twenty minutes when Stella had started to cry because she felt so poorly. When Lando had offered her a cuddle to make her feel better until you could get home, Stella had crawled right up into his lap and fell asleep before Anna even had a chance to build that snowman.

He was surprised at how comfortable this felt, with Stella seeking comfort from him. How easily it had come for him to just wrap his arms around her frame so she'd stop crying. He was pretty sure he'd do anything to get your little girl to stop feeling sad.

Lando turns to you after a few moments and smiles. Something passes between you then, with Stella asleep in front of you. It's powerful and reassuring and everything that you've been waiting for since the day you had realized you'd be raising Stella on your own.

"I think I finally got her fever down." Lando whispers, not wanting to wake Stella up.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't even tell you where the paracetamol is in the house." Your hand flies back to your throat in horror.

"It's okay. Stella told me where it was. My mom helped me figure out the dosage for her."

"Your mom?" You squeak, swaying on your feet.

Lando chuckles. That had been an interesting call. He hadn't had the time to explain to her exactly why he was asking for help to figure out how much paracetamol to give Stella but he was panicked, the school being unable to give her a dose of anything and her fever was going up. She had been confused, but helped without further question.

"It's fine. We got it figured out and then I turned Frozen on and she fell asleep pretty quick after that. I haven't found the thermometer yet but she feels a lot cooler than she did earlier."

For a moment, all you can do is stare at Lando. It unnerved you how comfortable he was with her. Not in a bad way but in a completely unexpected way that had goosebumps littering your skin.

"How'd the meeting go?" Lando breaks the silence after a few moments.

Your eyes snap from Stella's sleeping frame to meet Lando's gaze. He made no attempt to move Stella off his lap or hand her over, just kept his arms securely around her while he waited patiently for your answer. He could tell you were trying to wrap your head around what you were looking at and he was hoping it was a good thing. He knew you weren't used to people stepping up for you, the close inner circle you kept was very small, but he hoped that after today you'd maybe let him in a little more.

"Oh..." You pause, struggling to focus on anything other than the sight in front of you. "Good actually! Zak was super impressed with what I've got done so far. He wants me to go to Bahrain later in the month for testing with the team to test the program first hand. And he wants me to go to a few races too"

"Baby," Lando coos, reaching out a hand to capture your fingers with his. Your heart squeezes at the pet name as you barely hold in the squeal at the nickname. "I'm so proud of you, that's amazing."

Tears threaten at the edge of your vision. It had been a long time since someone other than your own father had told you that they were proud of you. "I called my dad and him and my step mom are going to watch Stella whenever I need to travel and whatever they can't cover, I'm going to hire a nanny."

It had been Zak's idea to hire the nanny, a suggestion that nearly bowled you over when he made it. He knew your situation and had wanted to make sure that you were able to travel while being comfortable with leaving Stella with someone.

"Zak offered me a raise to help offset the cost of hiring someone." You say quietly, reflecting on how insistent the man had been when you waffled at the thought of traveling more this season.

The thought of getting to travel with you this season, even if it was solely for work, was so appealing to Lando it was a little silly. He had been thinking the other night how much it was going to suck having to travel so much this year just as things were getting started with you. He usually loved losing himself in the season, not having anything hold him back or weigh him down from enjoying the constant moving and sleeping in different hotel rooms every weekend. But as the season had approached and the prospect of spending less time with you had started to become a reality, the thought of the start of the season had filled Lando with a bit of dread and anxiety.

You just sat there for a moment, smiling over at Lando and Stella as he grinned back at you. It was a comfortable silence as that same feeling from earlier crackled through the air. Like something was being set into motion today that neither of you quite understood but both knew was the start of something important.

"It's almost dinner time. Why don't you go put her down in her bed, she sleeps like this whenever she's sick, and I'll make us dinner?" You suggest finally, realizing your stomach is begging to be fed.

Lando follows your suggestion and within a few minutes, is joining you in the kitchen as you bustle about trying to figure out what to make. "I was going to make some chicken noodle soup, I think I have everything for it and Stella loves it when she's sick."

"Considering I was going to be ordering take away tonight, anything you want to feed me is good." Lando murmurs, coming to stand behind you at the counter as you peel some carrots and chop the onions.

His arms slip around your waist and you can't help but lean back into his warmth for a moment, enjoying the way the heat of his body seeps into your muscles. Lando nuzzles into the crook of your neck, breathing in the scent of you as deeply as he can, trying to commit your scent to memory. He wants to remember every little detail about this evening, something calm and steady settling into his bones as he gets a glimpse of what could be.

"You're distracting me." You mumble, the heat of Lando's breath tickling the sensitive skin at your neck.

"I"m sorry, but you're a constant distraction to me so consider it payback."

You chuckle, putting down the knife so you can spin around to face Lando instead. Your arms snake up his body before you clasp them behind his neck, enjoying the way he melts even further into your body now that you're closer.

"Thank you for coming to my rescue today." You whisper, voice raspy with emotion as you think about how much Lando's done for you in the short time you've been spending time with him.

Lando bumps his nose with yours and grins, the way you feel in his arms is something he's never experienced before. "I'd do anything for you and Stella, you know that."

"After today, I certainly do."

The look Lando gives you turns your core molten and you struggle to catch your breath. Gazing up at him through your lashes, you drop your gaze down to his lips before they flit right back up to those green blue watercolor eyes that always seem to find you wherever you are lately. Before you can steady yourself, he's leaning forward eyes locked on yours. The smile that sits at the corner of his mouth is so utterly enticing, you nearly forget your own name.

When Lando covers your lips with his for the first time, you swear you see stars. Gold bursts of light spark behind your closed lids, your entire world stuttering down to the way Lando kisses you. It's full of promise and longing and the smokey taste of desire. Your hands tangle through his curls on their own accord as you desperately try to get impossibly closer to him, losing all sense of decorum and control with just a simple kiss.

When he pulls away, Lando is satisfied at the heavy lidded look you stare up at him with, heart hammering in his chest like he's just finished the Singapore Grand Prix.

"I've been thinking about that since I left you at the door on Saturday without kissing you." He confesses, forehead tipping forward to rest on yours.

Emotion clogs your throat as you struggle for a response. Warmth pools deep in your belly as you settle on just a simple nod in response, knowing that Lando will instinctivly be able to tell that you feel the same. Silence fills the kitchen, comfortable and easy as Lando kisses you again. Both of you could feel it with that second kiss, this thing happening between you on this random Wednesday afternoon and both of you were secretly scared to death at what this was going to mean for every facet of your lives.

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[roanofarcc]

LIKE MOTHER LIKE FATHER LIKE DAUGHTER

pairing. tyler owens x harding!reader - part 2!

summary. you had made a name for yourself in the storm chasing game; it was in your genes, being the daughter of famous chasers jo and bill harding. tyler found your knacked for knowing just what the storm’s thinking a little infuriating and incredibly impressive.

 warnings. fem!reader, reader gets injured, mentions of blood and injuries, probably inaccurate meteorological info & medical info, angst & fluff, some hurt/comfort on this fine Tuesday night.

word count. 3.7k || masterlist

a/n. twister has been my favorite movie FOREVER so here's a little homage to the og storm chasers <3

You were ten when you went storm chasing for the first time. Growing up, you’d heard your parents' stories every time there was a shift in the weather. Instead of the typical childhood fear of storms, you had always been fascinated by them; your dad, Bill Harding often joked it was in your genes, the lack of fear. With some light convincing of your mom, Dr. Jo Haring, she agreed to take you storm chasing for your tenth birthday. 

The twister had been small, barely an EF1, but it was wondrous. There was something dangerously beautiful about it that drew you in just as it had your parents when they were younger. From that point on, you knew you wanted to be just like them, chasing storms up and down Tornado Alley. 

And with the stubbornness passed down by your mom, that is exactly what you did. You were damn good at it to. 

“It’s lookin’ like a big one to the southeast,” a member of your team said, slugging an arm around your shoulder as she looked up at the sky, squinting slightly at the sun. “But the radar says we’ve got another brewin’ west. She's pickin’ up speed but it’s still developing.” 

You hummed in response, gazing up at the sky too, judging which one was your best bet by observing the clouds in either direction. “Let’s hang back and go for the one to the west, I like her chances better.” Your teammate, Frankie, grinned as she nodded and headed off toward the other three members of your small, but mighty team. 

As you waited for the storm to flesh out a little more, you sat on the bed of your truck, dangling your legs off of the tailgate. The fresh air filled your lungs and the faint smell of incoming rain brought a smile to your lips. Every time you got ready for a chase, you felt ten years old again, giddy and excited for the thrill of the storm. You thought back to the photo albums you’d looked at a hundred times over of your parents and their numerous storm-chasing adventures. They never pushed you into storm chasing, as it was a dangerous line of work, but from a very young age, it was clear that your fascination with storms wouldn’t be quelled with a simple meteorology degree and a job behind a desk. 

Storm chasing was in your blood, and your knack for it was known among other storm chasers. 

“Well, if it isn’t the doctor herself,” a familiar voice filled your ears, belonging to the one and only Tyler Owens. He approached your truck, hands on his hips and a certain cockiness that excited you. You liked a challenge, and you loved showing cowboys up. Tyler was good at what he did, but you were just a little bit better, and it both irritated and impressed him. 

“Beautiful day, isn’t it?” you said, earning a light chuckle from him. 

“You don’t look in a hurry. That storm to the southeast won’t last forever.” You shrugged and he narrowed his gaze just slightly. “You’re not going after that one, are you?” 

“Damn,” you sighed. “You’re getting harder to trick, Owens.”

He laughed, light and sweet. It was easy to see how he garnered such a large online audience. Tyler was easy on the eyes, drove straight into tornados with a grin on his lips, and had the knowledge of storms to back up his insane behavior. You’d never admit it aloud, but he did impress you, even if you thought some of his actions were reckless even for a storm chaser.

The two of you had an interesting rapport. It toes the line between rivals and friends, the odd territory in between. You loved teasing him, and he tried to outsmart you even if it never worked. 

“Maybe you’re getting too predictable,” he said, a teasing tone in his voice. 

“Och.” You faked hurt, placing a hand over your heart. “What is it you always say? If you feel it, chase it. If you think the one to the southeast is gonna show her face, go for it.” 

Tyler studied you for a moment, contemplating what kind of game you were playing with him. All you did was smile at him in return, which led him to roll his eyes. “Unfortunately, you’re rarely wrong,” he sighed. 

“It’s a blessing and curse.” 

“You’re impossible,” he said. “But the west it is. It better not let me down, Dr. Harding.” You only used that title in more professional settings. That had been a condition of your mother. She had gotten her PhD and believed you could too. It was tough, but you earned it; only, you didn’t expect some cowboy to use it to lightly mock you when you proved him wrong.

“You have my word,” you said. 

And you were right. The storm to the west produced a beautiful tornado. You and Frankie got close while the rest of your team hung back. Rain pelted the windshield as you grew closer, watching the dark funnel tear through the expanse of fields, picking up speed on the ground. Somewhere along the way, Tyler’s unmistakable red truck ripped past you, heading into the heart of the twister, which you rolled your eyes at. 

“She’s a beauty!” Frankie hollered, holding her camera at the ready. 

It was a great chase, but the thing about tornados that was both thrilling and dangerous was their unpredictability. You knew the storm would be big, and the closer you grew the more power you saw that it had. The other truck carrying the rest of your team had communicated the growing intensity of the storm via the radio. But it looked to be on a steady path west, so you saw no issue tailing it while Frankie snapped pictures.

The rain only grew heavier and heavier, almost completely obstructing your view. It wasn’t until a tree crash landed directly in the middle of the road did you realize the tornado had changed directions suddenly. A startled scream torn from Frankie lips and you slammed on the breaks, narrowly missing the tree. 

“Holy shit,” she whispered, leaning up against the dash and trying to see through the rain wrap. “It’s right there. It’s right there! We gotta go!” 

You quickly threw your truck in reverse and backed up, but you didn’t get far. A lone semi that had been traveling skidded to a stop just a couple hundred feet behind you. The way they had stopped at the sight of the tornado left its trailer sideways across the road before it was abandoned by the figure hunkering down in the ditch that lined the backroad. 

You hissed under your breath, trapped between two objects and a tornado that shook your truck. There wasn’t enough space to fly around the semi. The ditches on either side of the road were too deep to take quickly and another minute trying to maneuver around the semi would only lead to your truck getting swallowed by the storm, picked up, and tossed around like a rag doll. 

Your parents had prepared you for a kind of situation like that, but that didn’t shake your panic. With a rapidly beating heart, you put the truck in park and yelled at Frankie to get out. You both stepped out into the storm as the tornado loomed closer and closer. Wind whipped all around you along with debris. You grabbed Frankie’s hand and together you sprinted toward the ditch. 

Frankie lay on her stomach, and you lay beside her, covering her head the best that you could. Whatever happened, you had always told yourself your teammates' safety came first. You were the one who talked them into storm chasing with you. So, when danger arose, you felt the responsibility of keeping them safe. 

The screeching of winds was so loud in your ears that it almost disoriented you enough to miss the sharp piece of debris that swooped down at the tornado that passed along the field just opposite of the ditch, not directly over top of you but much too close for comfort. Something smacked against the back of your head, but you closed your eyes and held onto Frankie in hope of shielding her from any other flying objects. 

You weren’t sure how long you two lied there, but it felt like a lifetime until the tornado traveled further away. The winds died down but your heart beat stayed quickly pounding against your chest. 

Sitting up, you felt the sharp sting settling in the back of your head, but you ignored it at the sight of Frankie’s cut leg. 

“Shit,” you muttered, grabbing her knee to examine the clean slice down the back of her shin. 

She wiped back the wet pieces of her hair and let out a shuttered breath. “Holy shit, that was crazy.” You pulled off your sweatshirt and wrapped the wet fabric around her shin. “What’re you doing?” 

“You’re bleeding.” 

“It’s fine,” she said, trying to brush it off, but you heard the pain in her voice, along with the tremble of lingering fear at your close call. You knew the dangers of storm chasing and the possibilities of injuries, but it always felt different to you when it was a member of your team, one of your friends. 

A couple minutes after you tied your sweatshirt around her shin and helped her up from the ditch, the truck carrying the rest of your teammates rolled up, hooting and hollering at the size of the storm until they saw the state the two of you were in. 

“Take her back to the motel. If the bleeding doesn’t stop take her to the hospital.” Frankie opened her mouth to protest, but you cut her off. “I’m serious.” 

“What about you?” another member of your team asked. 

You looked down the road at your overturned truck, sighing sadly to yourself as the pain in the back of your head throbbed. “I’ve gotta call someone for my truck. I’ll meet you back at the motel later.” 

They were hesitant to leave you but eventually agreed. Down the debris-littered road, you hobbled back to your truck. It had been a gift from your parents after you graduated college; it was special to you, but it was totaled thanks to the tornado. 

With a groan, you heaved open the door and tried to gather your belongings, but a wave of dizziness washed over you. You staggered backward, reaching up to touch the tender spot on the back of your head. Something wet coated your fingers and when you pulled your hand back, it was painted red. Frustrated, you tried to take a deep breath and calm yourself down enough to find your cell phone. Unfortunately, the cut was a little worse than you wanted to admit, and you felt blood drip down the back of your neck. 

Dizzily, you sat down on the road, blinking back the pain and wooziness. A slow creep of panic started to take hold as the pain intensified and the world started to spin just slightly. 

With one hand placed firmly on the back of your head, you rubbed your temple with your other, trying to think clearly but it became increasingly more difficult. You missed the hum of an engine nearby, but a slam of a door startled you. 

“Harding!” Someone yelled and you blinked slowly, keeping a hold on the back of your head as you looked up to see Tyler Owens bee-lining right toward you. He kneeled in front of you, brows furrowed and lips pulled in a small frown. “Hey, are you all right?” 

“Yeah,” you said quickly, once again trying to push away the dizziness that plagued you. “I’m, uh, just looking for my phone. I gotta call someone for my truck.” The words felt heavy in your mouth, which couldn’t be a good sign. Whatever struck the back of your head hit it hard and the blood that leaked from the wound wasn’t helping. 

He studied you for a moment, his gaze landing on your hand pressed against the back of your head. “You hurt?” You started to shake your head, but that only caused little black dots to temporarily pepper your vision. Tyler wasn’t an idiot; he reached up and carefully pushed your hand back, stopping when he saw the blood that started to drip down your arm. He cursed under his breath and yelled something at whoever sat in the passenger seat of his truck. 

“Hey.” His voice became soft, comforting even. “We’ve gotta get you to a hospital.” 

“I’m fine,” you inisted, even though every thing you felt inside your body proved that to be untrue. You just hated not being able to do something yourself; you hated needing help. Your father said you interited that from your mother, while she said you got it from your father. Truth was, they both had their air of stubbornness and you was born with double. 

Tyler shook his head. “No, you’re not.” He stood to his feet and gently tugged on your arm in an attempt to help you stand. Begrudgingly, you let him help you. Standing up, the world spun faster and you felt panic swell uncomfortably in your chest. You swayed catching yourself on Tyler’s arms as they grabbed your shoulders. “I’ve got you,” he said. Maybe it was your slightly disoriented state, but his assurance and hands firmly holding onto your arms made some of your panic recoil. As much as you wanted to be okay, you knew that was not the case. 

He knew that too, and helped you into the passenger seat of his truck before he instructed one of his fellow Wranglers to keep pressure on the back of your head with whatever they could find in the backseat. You winced as a crumbled up shirt was held against your head, but the moving truck overwhelmed you with dizziness that made the physical pain of your wound the least of your worries. You didn’t want to pass out but your eyes felt heavy. 

Tyler noticed it too, and placed a hand on your knee, giving it a squeeze and a shake. “You gotta stay with me, okay? You gotta stay awake.” 

“M’trying,” you muttered. 

“You were right about the storm,” he said. “But aren’t you always?” 

A pained smile fell across your lips. “Was that a compliment?” 

He laughed, driving quickly down the road with one hand gripping the wheel tightly. “Yeah. You’re hard to say something bad about. You know your stuff, better than me, that’s for sure.” 

“My parents taught me,” you said, desperately trying to keep yourself consciousness, but it grew more difficult by the minute. 

“Do they still chase?” he asked. 

“Not much anymore. Sometimes if a storm’s close, they’ll take a drive. But they always say they’ve had their fun.” They also said they shared enough close calls to know it was time to hang it up. You know they worried you’d find yourself in one too, but you’d always been careful and rarely got yourself into a situation you couldn’t get out of, until now, that was. 

Darkness encroached on your vision, threatening to force your eyes closed. Some the backseat, you heard one of the Wrangles call Tyler’s name. He turned his head, but you couldn’t see the concerningly red-soaked shirt that made his stomach churn and caused him to press down on the gas harder. Your head lulled to the side and your eyes fluttered close. Vaguely, you heard Tyler call your name and felt him shake your knee, but you couldn’t open your eyes or open your mouth. Everything fell dark. 

-- 

Tyler had spent his fair share of time in hospitals. He’d been bucked off a bull more than once, resulting in his mother dragging him to the hospital and threatening to make him quit. Eventually she held to her threat when he shattered his nose and gained a nasty concussion. 

Being at the hospital for himself was one thing, being there for you made him realize why his mother used to be drenched in worry. He nervously drummed his fingers against the arm of the chair in the hospital room. You were asleep, a fresh bandage wrapped around your head and with a minor concussion. The cut on the back of your head required a couple stitches; you were lucky, all things considered, but Tyler really hated seeing you like that. 

To him, you’d always been unreal. A second generation storm chaser so accomplished. Not only did you know your stuff, it was clear how much you enjoyed it. You lit up at the sight of storms, and Tyler couldn’t help but be in awe. There was a competitive nature to storm chasing and as much as he wanted to be annoyed by you always being two steps ahead of him, he couldn’t. He was just impressed. 

Tyler wasn’t sure how or when that admiration turned into something that teetered on affection, but it felt more than it had been before seated at your hospital bedside. He’d never felt his stomach drop like that before, when you passed out in his truck, Boone holding a bloodied shirt to you head. Even after the doctor said you’d be just fine, he felt on edge. 

The door to your room was pushed open by a nurse who led in two more people, who he instantly recognized: The Hardings. 

He stood up quickly and watched as your mom rushed to your side, brushing a hand across your cheek with a deep frown. “Oh, baby girl,” she sighed.  

The nurse offered your concerned parents a polite smile. “As the doctor said, the concussion was minor so all she need is some rest for the couple of days to a week. She should wake up soon and we'll see how she’s doing, then the doctor will let you know when she can be discharged.” 

You dad rubbed your mom’s back like he was trying to ease the heavy worry that shined in her face, but he too looked just as worried with a crease across his forehead. 

Tyler lightly cleared his throat, gaining your parents’ attention. "Hello, ma'am, sir," he greeted them.

“You must be the one who brought her in,” Jo said, and Tyler nodded in response. “Thank you. We’d been trying to call her, after we saw that storm, but she never answered and I…I just had a bad feeling.” 

Bill rubbed the light stubble on his chin. “No wonder she’s knocked out; I don’t think you’d get here otherwise. Stubborn, that kid.” 

A found smile spread across Tyler’s lips. “She kept saying she was fine until she nearly passed out on me. We only got a couple miles before she did pass out; scared the life out of me,” he said, running a stressed hand through his hair freed from his hat. The second you passed out in his truck, he nearly broke every traffic law. He wasn’t sure he’d never been quiet that scared, which was something he wasn't sure how to feel about.

Your mom furrowed her brows at Tyler’s words, something glinting behind her eyes until it shined in recognition. “You’re that storm chaser she’s always talkin’ about,” Jo said. “The one online.” 

“Oh, yeah,” Bill said, nodding in Tyler’s direction. He couldn’t tell if it was disdain or indifference in the man’s voice, but Tyler was too hung up on the fact that you talked about him to care much. He didn’t know that filled him with an odd sense of pride and warmth. You two weren’t exactly friends but you were more than acquaintances. It was more like a nice, workplace rivalry that he enjoyed a lot more than he’d admit. 

A small groan sounded from the bed, and everyone turned as your eyes fluttered open. Your mom was quick to your side, speaking quietly under the hum of fluorescent lights. 

You started to mumble something about your truck that Tyler couldn’t quite make out, but your dad seemed to understand immediately. He said he’d take care of it, pressing a kiss to the top of your head before he headed out into the hall with his cell phone in hand. 

Tyler felt like he overstayed his welcome; you were in better hands with your parents there. He collected his things from the chair, garnering your attention. 

“Tyler,” you said, pushing yourself to sit upright. “Thank you.” 

He smiled. “No problem, doctor. I couldn’t let one of the best chasers be out of the game, now could I?” 

“So you admit it? I’ve got you beat.” 

“I said one of,” he joked. “But you may have one or two legs up on me. Not for long though. I’ll catch up.” 

Something in your smile made him want to sigh in relief, but he held it back. “Not a chance.” 

“Then you better rest up; I’ll see you back out there.” 

Bonus!

It took a little longer for you to bounce back, but the second you felt like yourself again, you were right back at it. Morning was supposed to bright a slew of storms to Kansas, so you and your team hightailed it to the state, finding a cozy little motel already occupied by other storm chasers. You spotted Tyler’s truck instantly, followed by a strange turn of your stomach. 

You hadn’t seen him since you woke up in the hospital, slightly surprised that he stayed with you until your parents arrived. Since then, your mom had managed to bring him up at every opportunity, not so subtly hint at what a pair the two of you would be. You brushed her off, but a small part of you wondered what would happen if you hung around the cowboy a little more. 

“Look who’s back!” Tyler’s voice sounded the second you hopped out of Frankie’s beat-up but sturdy truck; you were saving up for a new one, something even nicer that you could doctor up for chasing. 

He approached you with a beaming smile, flashing his teeth. “I just couldn’t stay away,” you replied. “I didn’t miss anything too crazy, did I?” 

Tyler shook his head. “It seemed like mother nature saved the good ones for you. They’re talkin’ some big ones tomorrow.” The giddy feeling that accompanied storm filled your chest, and the company of Tyler heightened it, strange and new but not completely unwelcome. Maybe it was time you gave into his charm a little more.

[wonryllis]

the hot dad next door (m) | park sunghoon.

﹙ 🎬 ﹚ ぃ ────𝗶𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝗱 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗼𝗿 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂?

preview. the ever quintessential first time dad moves in next door with his five year old and finds it impossible not to fall for you, the pretty girl who gives his daughter cookies and him; the doll eyes. obsessed with your entire being, unable to keep his hands off you, park sunghoon questions if he's just crazy or he's crazy over you.

or where, he notices the way you look at his hands a little too long for it to be innocent.

meet the cast. single dad!park sunghoon with his pretty neighbour fem!reader.

genre. DILFF AUU !!, SMUT MDNI, fluff, neighbours to lovers, sunghoon is quite literally yes insanely crazed over you and for the sake of god can't keep his dick soft, domestic a little bit i guess, i want to make her my wife trope EEEKKK, slight age gap (hoon in late twenties and reader in early twenties) more to be added.

word count. est around 20k or more

warnings. inaccuracies about parenting cause i aint a parent, i got no idea. more will be mentioned in the actual post.

releasing. TBD , progress update tag , second preview

park sunghoon was hot, he was a walking greek god. was single and wore these fitted suits that had you weak in the knees. if that wasn't hot enough, park sunghoon also had the cutest baby girl you had ever come across and it just made him hotter than he could ever have been.

"hey, um .. is ji—" sunghoon stands at the threshold of your open apartment door, one hand holding his creased blazer and the other rubbing at the back of his neck. embarrassed and shy at having to show up at yours looking like a mess after work because his daughter ran off while he was busy on a call and taking out her school bag from the backseat. and because everytime his daughter ran off, it was to the pretty girl next door who gives away sweet cookies all the time.

"is jia here? yeah she's in the kitchen," you answer, smiling soft and knowingly at the worried guy who barely looked like a dad. he worked in a corporate editorial, out before eight in the morning just as you prepared ingredients for your bakery. taking his daughter along to school, her excited voice resonating through the halls talking about how they were going to play with clay in class. around seven in the evening you'd hear her again, this time alone as she would skip over to your door because dada was too slow.

on weekends it'd be impossible to ignore the ruckus they made playing around, sometimes inviting you over for lunch because sunghoon apparently made too much and jia wanted to share her dada's delicious food. on some occasional weekends when he'd be called in to work for a few hours, jia would promise him to stay home and behave only to call you through the landline the moment he'd step out the door. and you would text sunghoon to come over to yours after work, his daughter munching on the new flavored cupcakes you made, unbothered about her dad and his scoldings.

"come on in, i made some almond lime tart, you could give me some feedbacks along with jia. you know she always says it's good and i can never know if it's actually good," sunghoon can't help but chuckle at that, slipping off his shoes by the front and walking inside. his eyes following your figure with a fond look as you tend to his daughter delicately, and might he admit— even more so than him.

you're sweet, you know how to handle kids; cue that one time jia was crying her eyes out after school and he had no idea what to do to comfort her, knocking at your door frantically and having his mind blown at how quickly you figured things out and calmed her down.

you're sweet, you know how to handle kids, you treat them both so well, always ready to help him out with jia, giving them sweet treats every other day and most of all— you're fucking pretty. way too pretty for him to handle.

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[sturnsdarling]

'Chris likes girls who don't like him back'

Late night streaming with your best friends turns to a conversation about the boys' type, and Chris gets called out

vibe check: flirty fluffy fun, 3/4 of my favourite f words

1.4k words

A/N: i had this idea literally straight away after what Matt said about Chris' type.........the idea of being Chris' best friend that he openly fancies but you're 'not interested' makes MY TOES CURL BRO LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING anyway I hope you love this. PART TWO IS HERE

love and cigs, merc

"Matt he's right there what the fuck are you doing?!" you scream down the mic, nearly throwing your controller across the room as you jolt back in your chair.

You watch as Matt gets sniped in the head from the back, laughing as he wails on this desk, making the whole stream glitch and nearly crash. Chris is laughing along with you, trying not to make it obvious that he's watching you, and not Matt.

"Matt, bro you need to fuckin' up your game, y/n/n is actually carrying us right now." Chris says as Matt picks his chair up off the floor and sits back down in a huff.

"I always carry when I come on with you boys" you smirk, looking at the tiny square of Chris on your screen.

"yeah because you're a little sweat" Matt chuckles.

The boys had been streaming everyday for over a week now and, after some convincing, they managed to get you to join in on one of their games. At first you were apprehensive, obviously, but they explained that they were trying to diversify their platform and find a more mature audience so, actually interacting with girls on the internet was their first step.

You and the boys had been friends for forever, you met them through Nick in elementary school and had basically all been inseparable ever since, you'd been in some earlier videos but the fans back then made it very difficult to just exist around them so, you took it upon yourself to only exist in their real life, not their online one.

Cut to right now, you're nearly two hours deep in fortnite trios with the boys on stream, everyone was super excited to see you when they announced that they'd be joining and, other than a couple comments that you all ignored, it was going really well.

"Matt, someone asked what our types are" Chris laughed, reading the chat.

"I'm not answering that" Matt dead panned, screwing his face up at the camera

"I can answer it for you both, for sure" you chuckle, "chat do you want me to answer it?"

"yes, yes, yes, yes, omg yes" Chris was reeling off the answers in chat, "everyone wants y/n/n to answer, Matt should we let her?" Chris asked.

Matt rolled his eyes with a smile, "g'head, y/n/n, expose us" He chuckled.

"okay, so" you said, in your best girly gossip voice, "Matt likes nerdy, reader, soft girls" you begin to explain, your train of thought is interrupted by Chris erupting into laughter.

"dude she's so right! you love a girl that looks like she's always buried in a book" Chris wails.

"what are you guys even saying?" Matt complains, the smile etched across his face giving his tone a lot less power.

"you definitely want a girl who will go on a hike with you or some shit, Matt" You say, enjoying this whole interaction a bit too much.

Chris was keeled over in laughter, loving finally being able to talk about this kind of stuff on the internet without everyone going insane.

"I dunno why you're laughing so much, Chris, you're next" Matt states, Chris shrugs in reply.

"i don't give a fuck, call me out y/n/n, gimme the best you got" Chris sits back in his chair, arms folded over his chest.

"hmmmm" you say, exaggerating your thinking, "what is the famous Christopher Sturniolos type" you rub your chin, pretending to be thinking deeply.

A knowing smirk is spread wide across Chris' face as he stares at your face on his screen, tongue prodding the side of his cheek.

"I know Chris' type" Matt adds, a menacing smile on his face.

"g'head matt, you take this one" you gesture to the boy on your screen.

"Chris likes girls who don't like him back" Matts brows raise in accusation towards Chris.

You try and hide the smile forming on your face, attempting to look as focused on the game as possible as your tongue prods at your teeth. Neither of the boys say anything, both of them cheesing, Matt in a teasing and knowing kind of way and Chris more so in a 'I cant say what I wanna say' kind of way.

"damn, Matt, you just called me the fuck out" Chris shakes his head, looking to the tiny version of you on his screen.

You're still quiet, trying to fight the smile on your face and look as focused as possible, you catch Chris looking as if he's looking at you on his screen and shake your head with a chuckle.

"what you grinnin' at, kid?" Chris smirks.

You raise your brows, shaking your head with a downwards smile, "no, nothin', nothin" you say, returning your focus back to the game.

All of the viewers watched the interaction and were blowing up the chat with comments about how Chris definitely likes you, saying things like 'did you guys see that?!', and 'think they're slick look at how they're both smiling!!!!!'. Chris was reading the comments and trying to hide the red blush crawling its way onto his cheeks, Matt was relishing in the fact that Chris was so obviously nervous, and you were just trying not to react.

"Chris, dude, you better wipe that smile off your face, chat's onto you" Matt pokes the bear.

"chat ain't onto shit, Matt, shut the fuck up" Chris says, trying to be serious but unable to push his smile down.

"you know i'm right though, you do like girls who don't want you" Matt pushed on with his joke.

"Matt, shut your fuckin' mouth, dude" Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head, his smile still prevalent.

You couldn't help but laugh, still pretending to not care about the situation unfolding. In hindsight, it probably made it all the more obvious that you knew exactly what Matt was referring to.

"you're awful quiet, y/n/n, you got nothing to say on Chris' type?" Matt extends his joke over to you and your attention is immediately on him.

"nah, you hit the nail on the head, I think" you shrug, stretching back in your chair and adjusting your headset.

"oh really?" Chris replies, brows raised in accusation.

"mhm" you nod, faux innocently.

Chris kisses his teeth, nodding and trying to hide the smile on his face once again.

"yeah, chat, Matts right, I like pretty girls, who don't like me back" Chris says, subtly turning his attention to you and then back to chat.

You roll your eyes with a smile, leaning forward once more to lock into the game.

"you're ridiculous, Chris" Matt chuckles into the mic, watching you shift in your seat, trying not to blush.

The rest of the game went off without a hitch, you guys went on to win multiple times and all the viewers eventually stopped trying to get the conversation back to Chris' obvious crush on you. You played until the early hours of the morning, joking and laughing with the boys' just like old times and relishing in the fact that you were finally able to be a part of their online presence again. When it hit around three a.m you told them you had to sign off, explaining that you had to be up early for college that morning.

"guys, I gotta go, but I'll text you when I wake up" you said, pulling off your headset, and brushing your hair back with your hand.

"alright, y/n/n, thanks for helping us bury kids, its always a treat" Matt grinned at you, shooting you his token boyish smile.

"you know I live to humble kids on fort, Matt" You shrugged, putting on your best boyish persona, earning a laugh from Matt

"okay seriously, I gotta go, bye chat!" you smile, "bye boys" you go to switch off your computer but you're stopped by Chris booming voice.

"bye, beautiful" he says, a cheesy grin on his face.

your eyes roll to the back of your head as an uncontrollable smile finds your lips, "bye, Chris" you reply, switching off your computer.

The whole chat erupts with people losing their minds over Chris calling you beautiful, the boys say nothing, Matt just shakes his head, laughing at the chat as he watches Chris, grinning with pride and completely unashamed of his very obvious crush on you.

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[tan1shere]

Bite It Lick it Spit It

Billie Eilish x female reader

A/n: I don't think I need to say anything here lovelies, enjoy !!

Summary: Billie is excited to show you this new song shes featured in, reciting her lyrics to you. Until she's recreating them on you.

Warnings: smut, mdni ! Spit ?? Eating out, strap usage, orgasm denial, squirting !! Think that's it <3

Masterlist ... extra ;)

"Babyyy."

You hear your girlfriend say, coming into the bedroom you both shared. She had her phone in hand, obviously about to show you something.

"Everything alright?" You ask setting your book down. It was currently 7 pm, she had been in the small studio downstairs. Working away on something. "More than alright. I want to show you what I have so far on this remix I'm doing." You smile at her as she sits beside you on the bed, excited to hear this. You always loved listening to the songs she'd make or was in. And you were so incredibly proud that this was going to be with another big star.

'Don’t have to guess the color of your underwear

Already know what you’ve got goin’ on down there'

She chants and you smile just enjoying listening to the lyrics.

'It’s that lacy black pair with the little bows'

That reminds you of a pair you own.

Wait...

'The ones I picked out for you in Tokyo'

Now she has your full attention. Sure you were listening to the lyrics beforehand, but now you're really listening. Her eyes were still on her phone, reading off the lyrics. Until her eyes met yours.

'I saw them when you sat down, they were peekin’ out'

Did she really write this about you? You had a pair of underwear exactly like the one she's talking about, you wore them alot actually. They were your favorite. Especially when she mentioned Tokyo. That was incredibly specific as that's where the pair was from. She had bought them for you as a gift when you traveled there for your birthday last year. Both yours and Billies eyes lock onto one another's. But she didn't stop there, keeping that eye contact alive.

'I'm gonna tell you right now, they're all I'm thinkin' about'

"True." She then whispers. Your brows furrow, feeling nervous at the insanity of this moment. Her eyes bore into your own, making you shift a little bit. Your eyes avert her lustful ones.

'I wanna try it, bite it, lick it, spit it. Pull it to the side and get all up in it'

You hadn't even realized she sat her phone down on her bedside table, and was inching closer to your body. "You wanna guess who that song is about." She speaks softly into your ear. You gulp, her voice delicate. Holding such filth at the same time. You don't answer for a second, trying to gain your composure. "Me....?" You question. She only smirks and let's out a small hum. Her body moves to hover over your own, instantly leaning down to kiss you. "I saw a photo of you on my phone from a year ago today. And that's what inspired me." She mumbles against the skin of your neck, as her kisses move all over the place. "Your crossed legs, in that skirt." You swallow thickly. Remembering that photo. You had your arms up in the air, sitting on a random beautiful fountain.

"That's why I mentioned how the straps were peaking out.. those baby pink bows." She bites down on your neck, making a gasp escape your lips. Your eyes shut in instinct as she continues on. "'Kiss it, bite it, can I fit it?'" The only thing you manage to get out was. "Fuck me."

She glady took that offer. Making her way down your body, getting to her destination. She pulls the pair to the side. "Wish it was the black ones." She trails off, slowly revealing your wet, sticky folds to her. Her eyes becoming drowsy, full of desire for you. She bit her lips slightly, grabbing the underwear by the top. And pulling them down, off your body, discarding them somewhere. Her favorite thing, on display for her. She had to admire for a little bit. But that just made you grow impatient. "Billie-" "shhh." She says, as her finger comes close to your puffy heat. She then quickly licks a small stripe up the middle, before she pulls back contemplating.

She spits directly onto your cunt, letting it slide down slightly. The big bit of saliva staying there for a second, before her face is directly infront of it. Her tongue sticks out and straight into your weeping, aching hole. Pushing the spit inside you. She pulls back to look at the mixture of wetness. And she did both. She managed to get you that wet. It was her spit now deep inside you. God she was proud at the thought. However she wasn't even done with penetrating your pussy. Her face is back in its original spot. Her lips make contact with your own, sending your head back into the pillows. Your hands eventually move to her silky hair, gripping as she speeds up her pace, her tongue entering you also.

It all felt amazing, when she does something unexpected. Her teeth sink into the lip of your pussy, biting and sucking all at once. It felt incredible. Why hadn't she done that sooner. "Bil.." You breathe, moaning on and off. "Feels so, good." You blab, still having your eyes shut. Feeling her lips move into her famous smirk, knowing that boosted her ego entirely. Your high was approaching and fast.

"Nooo." You then huff. Feeling her tongue move from you. Looking down at your fucked out body. Her smirk is ofcourse still visible at your little frustrated pout. "You're so annoying." You breathe, sinking into the sheets again.

"You won't be saying that in a second." Your head shot up again to look at her, but as soon as you do that a loud moan is being ripped out of you. How the hell did this woman put her strap on so quickly. She really wasn't kidding when she said 'in a second.' Impressive. A little hot in a way. Your mind turns into mush though, almost her whole length inside of you. "Had to get you worked open babe, yet you're still so tight." Another moan was to be heard, letting your eyes flutter close again, back instantly arching. Only thing visible in your brain are the lyrics to that song, and how she's recreating them all. "Guess I can fit it huh?" She then says, coming close to your face. "Speak." She orders you like a dog, when you don't respond.

"Y-yes.. feel so full." Her smirk returns to her face, picking up the speed. "Good. Just how it should." You let out another gasp again, feeling her thumb playing with your clit. This makes her chuckle, maliciously. She continues to fuck you relentlessly, beginning to let her hands roam over your skin, she pushes the baggy t-shirt you were wearing up, exposing your tits. They move in time with her thrusts. Her mind overflows with every disgusting but amazing fantasy. Your breath hitches as you feel cool metal on your breasts, looking to see her hands kneading them. How well they fit in her hands as she squished.

As her fingers move while doing so, you feel that same cold metal on your nipple making a shakey, content sigh leave you. It eventually turning into a moan as she squeezes again. She comes down to your face, your eyes were closed. "Look at me." She speaks, grabbing your jaw. You immediately open your eyes looking at her dark ones, which was always such a shock as they are so bright. Her face inches down towards your ear, she gives it a soft kiss before she's whispering. "Wanna make you squirt." Your eyes widen tremendously. If you weren't flustered before you really are now.

As you go to respond it was cut short, her thumb resumed on your clit, her thrusts are deeper, her ring covered fingers gripping your jaw. Her lips on your neck only adding to that, as she used the fuck out of you. You feel it coming, that tight knot. But you didn't have to say a word. She knew. She could feel it. It getting slightly harder for her at the way you're tightening, but that was a challenge she wanted to conquer. Obviously succeeding, she hits that gummy spot inside you, sending your mouth to fly open. "B-bil-" Yet another gasp was being pulled from you, it being loud in her ear as she continues to fuck the shit out of you.

Her pace never falters. Her thumb even speeding up as she sucks and bites your neck. You wanted to tell her you were close, as if she didn't already know. Your hands make their way to her arms, gripping as it's coming faster. "Fuck!" You screech out, you couldn't hold it any longer releasing within an instant, feeling her smirk into your neck. "And boom." She says into your ear, her voice husky. You hadn't even noticed it, but she actually did make you squirt. Your fucked out expression gives billie all she needs to know.

"Guess I'm just, that. good."

[astars-things]

It'll be fun they said?

Lando Norris x reader

summary- where Lando and you film 'I Ate and Trained Like Lando Norris for 24 Hours' and it turned into a mess

1.5k words

Part two here

Lando and a few of the other Quadrant members had been quietly planning this for weeks. With the chaos of Lando's F1 schedule, races, media obligations, and simulator sessions, they had to coordinate dates, group chats filled with calendars, and more than one reschedule. But somehow, everything had finally aligned. Today was the day.

You and Lando had gotten up early to make sure the apartment was clean and camera-ready, everything that was not meant for the public was hidden anything remotely embarrassing was swiftly shoved into closets or under the bed. Lando double-checked that the interview area was up to his standards, and every helmet was precisely aligned on the shelf behind the chair 

Once the apartment was up to standard, you retreated back to bed. You were never up this early, you loved your sleep too much.  You flopped onto the duvet, thumb scrolling through TikTok, ignoring the growing murmur of voices drifting in from the living room. You really didn't want to be in the video because you knew how many comments would be about you and people hating on you for the smallest things 

Lando had poked his head into the bedroom "You okay in here?" Lando said from the doorway of your room, "Yeah", you muttered back, putting on a hoodie over the top of your sports bra and leggings. You added some socks, not particularly keen on your bare feet making an appearance on camera. Lando held out his hand for you, interlocking your fingers and making your way to the kitchen 

You said hello to everyone, giving both Ethan and Morgan a quick side hug before naturally drifting back to Lando’s side. He was already in host mode, grinning as he reached into the fridge. "So on today’s menu is apple cinnamon with pecan overnight oats," Lando said, reaching into the fridge and getting out three containers. Ethan eyed the mush with genuine concern. "Mate, that looks like you ate breakfast and then threw it up." The group fell into conversation while you cut up some fruit and added it to a bowl of yogurt 

Once everyone had eaten breakfast or at least tried to, the video cut to the boys in the workout room. Cameras were repositioned, mics were adjusted, and the guys got ready to sweat. You stood off to the side, out of frame but close enough to help if needed, arms crossed and a faint smile tugging at your lips. "Normally, there are a few bands in here, they might be in our bedroom", Lando muttered. The last bit, both Ethan and Morgan looked at you as your face went slightly red 

"You dirty bastards", Morgan said as he looked over at you. You shook your head. Soon, Lando returned with the band hanging loosely around his shoulders. he showed the boys how to do a pushup and then judged both of their forms. 

"Okay, now we are going to hop into neck training", Lando said with way too much excitement. Both boys looked at him like he was insane. Lando first showed them how to sit on the bench and where to hold. Ethan was up first, and he was scared "You guys wanted to do this video", you said as you saw Ethan shaking as Lando pulled on his neck 

After about 10 minutes, it was Morgan's turn. "This better not pop my head off," Morgan muttered, settling into position. "You’ll be fine," Lando assured him, grinning as he fastened the strap around Morgan’s forehead. "You’ve got a thick skull anyway." Morgan groaned dramatically.  "If I wake up tomorrow and can’t move my neck, I’m suing all of you",

 "Your turn now, Lando ", Ethan said while sitting on the floor rolling his neck. You had helped land multiple times with his neck training, so once Lando was set up and ready, you held the handle and slightly pulled to create some tension, and then you pulled 

"Bro you neck is so vainy almost looks like my dick" Ethan commented which made all of you burst out into the laughter, Lando let out a sharp, surprised bark of laughter, the strap snapping off his head as he broke form completely. Even Morgan, who’d just been dreading his turn, was wheezing in the corner. 

While everyone was in the living room waiting for Lando to be ready for the cryotherapy bit of the video, you and Lando were in the hallway near your shared room, Lando had tried talking you into going to cryotherapy, but you kindly declined that offer real quick, something about standing in a freezing cold room, with just a bikini on, and people watching you made you feel anxious.

"But you said you would film with us", Lando pouted, but you just shook your head. "I already told you no, that I would join in for breakfast and the workout, but nothing more. I have work I need to do, plus it's not something I feel comfortable doing" You said in a low tone, making sure nobody could hear you guys having a disagreement 

"No one’s gonna be filming you like that," he said under his breath. "It’s part of the video. It’s fun." He added while trying to bring you into a hug 

You glanced around to make sure the crew wasn’t in earshot before you answered, your tone low but firm. "Maybe it’s fun for you. For me, it’s anxiety. I don’t like the idea of being in that kind of vulnerable position, especially not on camera. I’m not asking you to understand it, just respect it." For a second, it looked like he might push again. But then his lips pressed into a thin line, and he looked away.

"Yeah, fine, whatever", Lando snapped and walked away, rejoining the group. You heard him grab his keys, and everyone followed. You could hear Ethan asking about you and Lando replying with Don't worry. The door shut behind them, and the apartment fell into a silence so complete it made your ears ring.  

You felt off, like you were letting Lando down. With a deep breath, you made your way into the home office you had set up in Landos' streaming room. You sank down onto your chair, opening your laptop and replying to emails. You were so focused on your emails, you didn't realize the time, and suddenly the front door opened and the apartment was filled with chaos again. 

You tried to drown out the noise and focused on your work, but soon you heard footsteps approaching. Then a knock, quick, but not really waiting for permission. "Hey," Lando said, already halfway through the door. "I need the room. We’re setting up the simulator bit now."

You paused, blinking at him. "Can I just finish this?" you said, pointing at your screen where you had multiple tabs open. "I told you we were using the room today," he said, his tone clipped and impatient. "Just for a bit. I need it." 

You stared at him, the words hitting harder than they should have. You’d built that little corner for yourself, made space in his world without asking for much. And now, you felt like a guest in your own home. "Fine," you murmured, too tired to argue. You shut your laptop, gathered your charger, and made your way to your bedroom, silent, but not unnoticed.

You sat on the edge of the bed and reopened your laptop, trying to settle back into work, but the energy was gone. You saved all your work before opening up Netflix and putting on one of your comfort shows and lying down. About 20 minutes into the show, your bedroom door opened "The boys are leaving for their surprise, if you want to say goodbye to them", Lando said in a harsh tone 

You sat up and quickly walked out of the room to find Morgan, Ethan and the camera crew standing by the front door  "Hope you boys had fun," you said quickly, now in a more anxious bubble where you now felt closer to an anxiety attack. You stood next to Lando, waving goodbye as they walked out of the apartment, 

As soon as the front door closed you hurried back to the comfort of your room, Lando followed and tried pulling you into a hug "fuck off" You snap now your hands were shaking and you knew in less than 5 seconds you were about to go into anxiety attack "gladly" Lando said walking away to his streaming room, all you could do was sit on the floor of your room and cry while Lando was gaming with Max...

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[kisapmta]

between us | c. sturniolo

masterlist

summary: you and chris go meet matt's newborn baby

pairing: christopher sturniolo x fem!reader

warnings: none just fluff<33

notes: i really need to be studying but i just haaad to write this first

word count: 1k

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The hospital room is still. A steady rhythm beeps quietly from one of the machines, interrupted only by the hushed conversations between Matt and his girlfriend. The morning sunrise filters gently through the curtains. It outlines the couple sitting on the bed with golden rays, completely wrapping them in their new little world.  

Exhaustion is heavy in Matt’s features, but it’s soothed by something peaceful and soft. His girlfriend leans against him, her eyes half-lidded with a tired but content smile on her lips. And in his arms, held with the utmost care, is a tiny bundle wrapped snugly in a blanket, barely stirring except for the occasional sleepy wiggle. 

Chris hasn’t taken his eyes off the baby since you walked in.

He’s been up all night, eagerly waiting since Matt texted at the early hours of 2am that ‘we’re in labour!!!!!’ to get the okay to come visit. But now that you’re actually here, he’s gone completely still beside you. Hands fidgeting at his sides, his earlier excitement is now replaced by quiet admiration.

Matt glances up, sending his brother a knowing grin. “You wanna hold her?”

The question pulls Chris from his thoughts and he hesitates, his gaze flickering to you for some sort of reassurance. You place a hand on the small of his back and nod, offering an encouraging smile. “Yeah, baby, go hold her.”

He looks back at his brother and lets out a shaky exhale before stepping forward. He carefully stretches out his arms, his usual confidence softened by a new uncertainty as Matt gently transfers her into his hold. For a second, Chris stands completely frozen, holding his breath. He’s afraid to move too fast or do something wrong.

But then as the baby lets out the softest little sigh and nestles further into his chest, his heart becomes hers.

“She’s so small,” Chris whispers. His voice is barely audible as he glances at his brother, and with a smile, Matt gives him a reassuring nod. Chris shifts naturally, adjusting his hold, his fingers tracing light, absentminded circles over the baby’s back. You can see the way his throat bobs and his lips part as if he wants to say something else, but no words come out. His eyes glaze over just slightly, and when he lets out a breathy laugh, your chest tightens.

You’ve never seen him like this before.

He's always been loving—caring in ways that go unnoticed, selfless and gentle towards everyone around him. But the pure adoration in his eyes as he stares at his niece is entirely different. It’s deeper and more profound and it stirs a warm feeling in your chest. You don’t think you’ve ever loved him more than in this moment.

Matt slings an arm around Chris’s shoulders, pulling him in as they watch the baby together. For a moment, neither of them speaks, just taking in the surreal moment.

Chris shakes his head. “I can’t believe you’re a dad.” His voice is full of disbelief, still trying to process his brother’s new title.

Matt chuckles, his gaze never leaving his daughter. “I know, dude, it’s insane.”

Just then, like she knows they’re talking about her, the baby stirs in her swaddle, her tiny fingers twitching as she shifts against the blanket. She cranes her neck ever so slightly before letting out a slow, sleepy yawn, her little mouth opening wide, her nose scrunching just a bit. The sight is almost too precious, and their reaction is immediate. An identical “aww” slips from their lips in perfect unison.

Chris leans in slightly, studying her sweet features. “You literally do that too with your nose when you yawn.” He smiles at the realization.

“Isn’t it so cute?” Matt replies genuinely, his voice laced with pride and awe at his baby’s simple existence.

But Chris doesn’t hesitate. “Only when she does it.”

Matt scoffs, shaking his head with a smile. He doesn’t argue, but giggles softly instead. Chris is already grinning as well when his own laughter bubbles up. And just like that, the’ve fallen into the fit of giggles that’s been second nature to them since they were also babies.

You watch them closely, and suddenly, your own eyes fill with tears. Their triplet bond has always been something you’ve deeply admired. And now, with this tiny new life between them, you can see it’s only growing impossibly stronger.

“___, do you wanna hold her?” Matt’s girlfriend asks, her voice gentle, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

All eyes shift to you, and when Chris’s gaze meets yours, a soft smile spreads across his face. His eyes flicker with understanding as he notices the tears welling up in yours. You let out a quiet laugh, feeling a little embarrassed by the surge of your emotions, and quickly wipe at your eyes. You nod with a smile, and he gently places the baby into your hold.

The moment her weight settles into your arms, cradled gently between you and Chris, it feels as though you two have also slipped into your own little world.

Without a word, he steps behind you and gently rests his chin on your shoulder, his arm snaking around your waist. His body presses against yours, warm and solid, the closeness both grounding and instinctive, like he needs to be close—to share this moment with you.

You glance up at him, expecting to find him still focused on the baby. But his eyes are on you instead, so full of quiet devotion, full of love, and it pulls the air straight from your lungs.

In the softest voice, just loud enough for you to hear, he whispers, “I can’t wait ‘til we have our own.”

Your heart stutters, unsure if you heard him right. You turn toward him, searching his face, but he’s already looking at you like he means it with every fiber of his being. The words urge a new wave of tears to fill your eyes, and for a second, you forget to breathe.

A slow smile tugs at your lips. You glance back down at the baby in your arms, swaying slightly like it’s second nature. “Me neither.”

Chris tightens his hold around your waist, pressing a lingering kiss to your temple, his breath warm against your skin. And although in this moment you don’t know exactly what the future holds, it’s clear and without doubt that when the time comes, Chris is going to be the best dad.

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a/n: thank you always for reading<3 ily guys<3 so much<3

[cheriedivine]

𝐀𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫 | chapter 5

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꩜ synopsis: you’re best friends. just best friends. except when she lingers a little too long at your door. except when she calls you her favorite, and it doesn’t feel like a joke. except when her fingers graze yours and neither of you pull away. except when you start to wonder if she’s wondering, too…

꩜ Pairing: Ellie Williams x fem reader (no use of y/n)

꩜ CW: your usual swearing.

꩜ WC: 6.2K

꩜ A/N: I’m back my loves, (finally) and i’m terrified and excited about this chapter, it took me a bit to get it right so i hope u like it<3 (also this is NOT the end ok, i have some more tricks under my sleeve wink wink)

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Blind. That’s what Ellie was. Blind.

How the hell hadn’t she seen it sooner?

All the lingering glances, the racing pulse whenever you smiled at her, the way her fingers twitched when yours brushed hers. God, even platonically. The way your voice settled in her chest like it belonged there. How everything, every sound, every thought, every corner of her mind always came back to you.

She should’ve known.

But maybe she did know. Somewhere, deep down, in that place she never let herself go. She was just good at burying it. Smothering the feelings before they could fully form. Drowning them in sarcasm, in excuses, in "we’re just friends" and "don’t be stupid, Ellie."

But how could she bury something that bloomed every time you looked at her like that?

Like she was your person. Like no one else mattered.

Maybe she imagined it. Maybe you didn’t know. Maybe you didn’t feel it too. But that night. God, that night you leaned in. Almost. Just enough to drive her insane replaying the moment ever since.

She cursed the goddamn event coordinator since then.

What if she hadn’t said her name?

Would you have kissed her? Pulled away? Laughed? Would you still be speaking to her now?

It was all one big what if, hanging heavy over her chest.

She hadn’t been able to look at her phone without her stomach flipping. There was still so much left unsaid, and Ellie didn’t know if she was ready to say any of it. But Jesse, as always, wasn’t about to let her hide.

She was pacing her studio, camera lenses scattered like thoughts. This place used to be her safe space, somewhere to escape. But now, even here, she couldn’t get you out of her head.

“That’s what you’re doing, y’know,” Jesse said, casually flipping through an old photography zine on the couch. “You’re spiraling.”

“I’m not spiraling,” Ellie muttered, dragging her hands down her face. “I’m just… stuck.”

Jesse raised an eyebrow. “Ellie, you’re pacing a hole into the floor.”

Ellie dropped into her chair, elbows on her knees, fidgeting with the frayed hem of her shirt. “She didn’t back off when I leaned in,” she said, voice quiet. “She didn’t move. I swear to God, Jesse, we were right there.”

“Yeah. Until that lady came in—Eva?” Jesse tilted his head. “She’s the villain now?”

“Public enemy number one,” Ellie muttered. “She burst in right at the worst fucking moment.”

“You sure that’s a bad thing?”

Ellie hesitated. “I don’t know. I’m not even sure what would’ve happened if she didn’t.” She leaned back with a groan. “I probably would’ve panicked. Or kissed her. Or both.”

Jesse set the zine aside. His expression softened. “You really care about her, huh?”

Ellie’s jaw clenched. “She’s my best friend, man. But it’s not just that. It hasn’t been just that for a long time. I didn’t even realize it until the gala, and now it’s like… I can’t breathe without thinking about her. I don’t even know if she wants the same thing. What if I ruin it?”

Jesse was quiet for a second. Then he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “What if you don’t? What if she’s waiting for you to say something because she’s scared to lose you too?”

Ellie swallowed, chest aching. “I hate this.”

“I know. But you hate not knowing more.”

Ellie leaned back in her chair, staring at the ceiling. Her throat felt tight. Her fingers curled into fists on her lap.

“I can’t fuck this one up,” she whispered. “Especially not her.”

The diner was packed, as usual. Maria had asked you to cover for Jasmine who’d called in sick, though you were almost certain she was just nursing a hangover. Either way, here you were, caught in the middle of the lunch rush chaos, juggling orders, wiping down sticky syrup-coated tables, and trying not to lose your mind. That’s when the soft chime of the bell above the door caught your attention.

You didn’t even need to look up to know it was Dina. She always came around this time on Wednesdays—part routine, part check-in.

You slid a menu across the counter without saying a word, and Dina gave you a look. “You’re doing the thing again.”

“What thing?”

“The thing where you act all chill but you’re obviously losing your shit.”

You exhaled through your nose, pouring coffee on the mug that sat in front of Dina as if the act alone could ground you. “I told you everything already.”

“Yeah, at one in the morning,” she said, stirring cream into her coffee. “You called me mid-panic. I need details now that we’re both functioning humans.”

You chewed your bottom lip, glancing around before leaning in a little. “We almost kissed.”

Dina blinked, then leaned forward with a sharp whisper. “What?! You didn’t say that part!”

“I didn’t?” You frowned. “Shit—my bad.”

“Don’t you think, that’s like—vital information. What do you mean ‘almost’?”

You set the coffee pot down and grabbed a fresh order from the kitchen window, heart pounding. “We were close. Like, close close. I swear if that woman hadn’t called Ellie’s name, I think we might’ve—” You stopped. “But I don’t know. What if I imagined it? What if she wasn’t going to kiss me at all?”

Dina raised her brows. “Did you want to kiss her?”

You paused for a beat too long.

“…Yeah.”

And it wasn’t just a little want. It was the past two years of built up something. Longing. Fear. Yearning. You had felt it that night like a wave, about to crash.

“She looked at me like she wanted to kiss me too,” you added, quieter now. “But then she left. And when she came back, it was like it didn’t even happen. Like we didn’t almost change everything.”

Dina leaned back in the counter, arms crossed. “Okay. First of all, I’m like 90% sure she’s just scared. I mean, it’s Ellie. Her idea of confronting a situation is to run away from it.”

You cracked a tired smile, heart still aching under the surface.

“We haven't texted much,” you admitted. “I mean we have been pretty busy too but, I don’t know if she’s avoiding me or if I should just pretend none of it happened.”

Dina’s voice was softer now. “What do you want to happen?”

You didn’t answer immediately. You picked up the empty coffee pot again, refilled someone’s mug, then came back to lean against the counter.

“I want her to kiss me,” you said finally. “I want it to mean something. I just… I’m scared, Dee. What if I lose her?”

Dina gave you a look that was both sympathetic and knowing. “You’re already halfway gone, sweetheart. So is she. You’re both just too stubborn to admit it.”

You stared out at the diner, its quiet hum a stark contrast to the storm inside your chest.

You hadn’t said it out loud to Ellie, and maybe you wouldn’t for a while. But still—it was there, gnawing at your ribs like a secret too big to keep.

You were in love with her. And it was terrifying.

“Yeah, well—speaking of,” you said, shifting subject with a knowing grin. “What about you and Jesse?”

Dina froze mid-sip, eyes narrowing at the sudden ambush. “What about him?” she replied coolly, taking a longer gulp of her coffee like it might wash the question away.

You raised your brows, giving her your best you’re-not-getting-away-with-that look. “Don’t bullshit me, Dee. I’m over here spiraling about my best-friends-who-almost-kissed disaster, and you’re gonna pretend you and Jesse haven’t kissed a couple of times?”

Dina nearly choked. She set her mug down with a thunk. “Three times,” she muttered under her breath, like she hoped you wouldn’t catch it.

But you did.

“Three—Dina what the fuck?!” you gasped, practically leaping across the counter to sit beside her. “Explain. Now.”

The chatter with Dina had flowed easily, a welcome distraction from the mess in your chest. Eventually, she left for her afternoon class, and you were left behind to wrangle the chaos of the diner. You wrapped up orders, wiped down greasy tables, and made sure everything ran smoothly for the rest of the evening.

It was better that way, keeping your hands busy so your thoughts wouldn’t wander back to her.

To her smile, her freckles, those green eyes you could get lost in forever. To the way she’d so obviously gotten jealous when you were talking to Abby.

You needed to talk to Ellie. You wanted to. But it scared the living shit out of you, the thought of her not reciprocating those feelings made your stomach twist with nausea. Losing her would mean losing a part of you.

But how were you even supposed to bring it up? It’s not like that kind of thing just comes up in casual conversation. Hey, did you want to kiss me too, or was I just drunk on sparkling apple cider?

Not exactly Wednesday small talk.

You hadn’t seen her in four days. That alone was strange. Ellie usually dropped by the diner just to say hi, sometimes to grab a coffee she didn’t even want. Her absence sat heavy on your bones. The uncertainty was eating you alive.

And then, as if summoned by your spiraling thoughts, your phone buzzed in your pocket. A new message.

It was from her.

Ellie had sent you one of the photos she’d taken at the gala. It was stunning—you, captured mid-laugh, the soft lighting curling around you like something out of a dream. Ellie always made you feel like a princess, or something out of a renaissance painting. She didn’t just take photos, she saw you.

You smiled without realizing it, fingers hovering over your screen before finally typing:

“Omg Ellie, you made me look like I have my shit together.”

Meanwhile, Ellie let out a breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. She hadn’t texted you in days, and it had been killing her. Not knowing how you were. Not hearing your voice.

She felt guilty, half avoiding you, half drowning herself in work. Telling herself she was too busy. Which she was. But she was scared. Scared that if she saw you, all the feelings she’d buried would come spilling out, no longer willing to be ignored. So instead, she hid.

Your message made her chest ache in the best way.

“The magic of photography, babe.”

She hesitated before sending it, then threw her phone across the couch like it was radioactive.

Your reply came quickly, “I miss ur stupid face. Wanna hang out soon?”

You nearly threw your phone across the diner the moment you hit send. It wasn’t even a risky text. A normal thing. Something friends said. Right?

Ellie read it three times, heart pounding. You wanted to see her. You missed her. And she—god, she missed you too. So much.

She just needed to keep it together. To not lose her mind.

“I miss u too. Sorry I’ve been busy w work. But u should come over so I can show u the gala pics ;)”

She almost hid her phone under a pillow after that one. Like a teenager. Like an idiot.

“I would love that. I’ll see u tomorrow then?”

“I’ll be waiting here for you with your favorite Thai food.”

You smiled at the screen. Of course she remembered.

“You’re an angel.”

And with that, you tucked your phone back into your apron pocket, heart fluttering quietly.

You finished closing up the diner, but the quiet didn’t bring relief. If anything, it made your mind louder. You lingered at the counter longer than necessary, pretending to wipe down an already clean surface. The warm buzz from texting Ellie had begun to fade, replaced by something heavier.

Doubt.

What if things felt different when you saw her? What if you couldn’t fall back into your usual rhythm? What if she looked at you and everything that almost happened hung in the air like fog, thick and unspoken?

You tried to shake it off, but it clung to you. Even as you left the diner and walked home under the soft glow of streetlights, the air felt heavy. Like the moment you’d been both longing for and dreading was finally catching up to you.

At the same time, Ellie lay on her bed with her arm flung over her eyes, heart stuttering like it didn’t know what to do with itself.

She’d texted you. She’d invited you. She was going to see you tomorrow.

What the hell were you gonna say to each other?

Would you bring it up? Would she? Would you both pretend that nothing almost happened? Would it hurt if you did?

She turned onto her side and stared at the old camera sitting on her desk. She’d found it while cleaning, an impulsive attempt to distract herself from how much she missed you. Ellie had scrubbed every inch of her place, unpacked boxes she forgot she even had. And there it was. Her first camera. An old instax fuji. It was the first one she ever owned. Joel gave it to her on her seventeenth birthday, and it was the reason she fell in love with photography in the first place. Her fingers twitched with the memory of it. How heavy it felt in her hands back then. How lighter it felt now.

She stared at it like it might blink back at her.

You were her muse, not that she’d ever say it out loud. Not yet. But there was something about you that fascinated her endlessly, like the light always hit you just right.

She could practically hear Jesse’s voice in her head, teasing her, urging her not to be a coward.

But it wasn’t that simple. Because this was you.

And you were everything.

She closed her eyes and let the weight of that settle deep into her bones.

The next day crept in quietly. Your shift at the diner was slow, save for one entitled Karen who nearly ruined your mood but didn’t. Not really. Maria let you clock out early since the place was practically empty, and you thanked her with a tired smile before heading home.

You used the extra time to shower. The hot water melted the day off your skin, steaming the ache from your muscles. Wrapped in your towel, you stood in front of your closet like it was some impossible puzzle.

Three outfits in, and nothing felt right, too casual, too try hard, too boring.

Finally, you settled on your favorite jeans and a soft shirt Ellie once said she liked, though you pretended you didn’t notice at the time. But of course you did.

You tugged it on, paused at the mirror and stared at your reflection, trying to figure what could be missing. Makeup. Just a little. Enough to look like you slept more than five hours. Concealer for the bags. A bit of blush. Chapstick.

Then you paused. Looked again.

Was this okay? Did you look like yourself? Did you look like someone she’d maybe want to kiss?

The thought made your stomach twist. You busied yourself brushing your hair, then reapplying chapstick, then pacing your room in slow, nervous loops.

Across town, Ellie was going through it.

She changed shirts at least ten times. Maybe more. She lost count.

Graphic tee? Too Ellie. Button up? Too formal.

Now she stood in the mirror in a plain white tank and an open flannel she couldn’t bring herself to button. God, why did she care so much?

Her hair was messy, framing her features just right, she didn’t think too much about it.

She sat on the edge of her bed, buried her face in her hands.

“It’s just her,” she whispered.

But it wasn’t just you.

It was you.

Her eyes flicked to the camera on the desk.

“Okay,” she muttered to herself, standing again. “Jesus, what's wrong with me? It 's just her.”

You were already on your way. Fidgeting with your phone on the bus, rehearsing how to act casual even though your chest felt like it was hosting a four-piece marching band.

This was fine. Totally fine. Best friends hang out all the time.

Even if they almost kiss. Even if neither of you had stopped thinking about it since.

Totally. Fine.

There was a knock on Ellie’s door, she sprang from the couch, almost tripping on her feet. She cleared her throat, running a hand through her hair, and opened the door with what she hoped was a casual, ‘I definitely didn’t almost trip just now’ expression.

But it wasn’t you. It was the delivery girl.

Mid-twenties, eye liner so sharp it could cut heads and a smirk like she knew something Ellie didn’t, holding the brown paper bag like it was a bouquet of roses.

“Thai food for…” she double checked the receipt taped to the bag, meeting Ellie’s eyes this time, “Ellie?”

“Yeah that’s me,” she said awkwardly, tattooed arm reaching for the bag.

But the girl didn’t let go just yet.

“You know,” she said, cocking her head, tone slightly seductive, “you have that like… tortured artist vibe. It’s pretty hot.”

Ellie blinked. Did she hear that right?

“Umm thanks?” She took the bag and stepped back, her voice mixed with confusion and politeness. “Tip’s already in the app.”

“Oh…” The girl looked disappointed, she hadn’t got what she wanted, a reaction from Ellie.

“Alright then, have a good one” Ellie forced a smile, then closed the door with a soft click. She stood there for a second, blinking at the door. Usually–normally, she would’ve flirted back, get the girl’s hopes up… But now, it felt wrong, not because the girl wasn’t cute or whatever, but she felt like she was betraying you, somehow.

She exhaled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, and went to set the food on the coffee table. Everything was in its place–blankets, laptop, dim lamps lit, just enough to make it feel cozy without screaming date night.

She started to doubt, was it too much? Not enough?

Her thoughts were dissolved by the knock on the door. This time she knew it was you, and her stomach did a backflip.

You stood on the other side of the door, shifting your weight from one foot to the other, trying not to fix your hair again. It was fine. You looked fine. Normal. Friendly.

The door swung open almost immediately, Ellie’s cheeks flushed like she had ran a marathon.

“Hey stranger,” you said, smiling.

“Hey,” Ellie echoed, stepping aside to let you in.

You were wearing her favorite shirt, the one she mentioned months ago that looked good on you, and on top of that a jacket Joel had given you last year for christmas. You looked warm. Beautiful.

The silence stretched. Not awkward, but heavy.

You looked at Ellie, green eyes meeting yours. God. You could die right now.

Her studio was dimly lit, warm in that quiet, lived-in type of way that made it feel safe. A few lamps were on, and she had set up her living room into a cozy almost picnic set up, blankets sprawled on the floor in front of the coffee table, with a few cushions adorning it. The place smelled like her. Cedarwood soap, and something faintly citrus.

You kicked off your shoes and glanced around, eyes falling into the messy table near the kitchen, where all her camera gear sat down. A stack of freshly printed photos sat on the coffee table.

“Wow,” you said, crouching beside the prints, “You’ve been busy.”

Ellie scratched the back of her neck, shutting the door. “Yeah, trying to keep myself occupied.” She moved towards the couch, gesturing to the food. Two takeout boxes sat on the small coffee table, beside her laptop, which was connected to her camera.

“I already set it all up. Got your favorite.”

Your chest fluttered, “You remembered.”

“Of course I did, you never shut up about this pad thai.”

You huffed a soft laugh, the cozy silence settled easily between you, like a familiar blanket. You sat cross-legged on the rug, steam curling up from the takeout boxes, while Ellie clicked through the gala pics folder. The warm lighting from a single lamp painted soft shadows on her face. You couldn’t help watching her hands move on the keyboard, precise, fast, confident in a way that made your stomach flutter for entirely new reasons.

“So what’s up with all those empty boxes outside of your door?” you asked, breaking in half the pair of chopsticks that came inside the bag of takeout.

“Oh, It’s just garbage and shit. I got the urge to clean out my whole place. I was bored I guess.”

“Too bored without me I’d say” you said smiling, but you actually meant it.

Conversation with Ellie was always easy, natural. It was the best part of your day, and you truly had missed her. You updated each other on what had been going on with work and stuff over the last couple days (and of course Dina and Jesse gossip) as you both ate slowly, your chopsticks tapping the inside of the paper box occasionally. Ellie made an offhand comment about one of the photos, and you followed with one of your own, as well as updates on the last few days, the diner, her work. A few minutes passed. Then a few more. At some point, your legs stretched out, brushing against hers under the table. Neither of you moved them away.

“I missed this,” you said, voice low. “Us. Hanging out.”

She nodded. “Yeah me too.”

You were about to reach for another napkin when your fingers brushed hers. Neither of you had realized you were reaching out at the same time. A blush crept down Ellie’s neck, and you were so glad the room was almost too dark for her to notice the heat on your own cheeks.

“Okay so,” she broke the silence, “I edited these at like, three in the morning, so they’re not finished. If they look bad, it’s because I was sleep deprived—”

“Shut up, Ellie,” you cut in, nudging her elbow with yours. “You’re literally the most talented person I know.”

Ellie tried to hide the way her ears turned pink. She looked back at the screen, clicking through photos: Dr. Anderson mid-speech, guests caught mid-bite, posed shots, the venue decked out in fundraiser banners, some group photos of the donors—and then…

You.

You nearly choked on your noodles.

There you were. Caught mid-laugh, the blurred twinkle of lights behind you, your head tilted slightly looking toward Ellie’s direction, like you were somehow looking straight through her lens.

Ellie clicked her laptop shut. Like she was trying to hide something.

“Hey… I was seeing that,” you said, feigning annoyance.

“They’re not even that good,” she muttered, not meeting your gaze.

“Oh shut up, let me see—come on…” You reached over, your fingers grazing hers as you pried the laptop open again. You clicked back through the folder, finding the shots she’d tried to hide.

And your breath caught.

Candid after candid of you at the gala: leaning against the bar, turning over your shoulder, your eyes glowing under golden lights. Your eyes widened.

“Holy shit, Ellie,” you whispered. “How—how are these even real?”

“That’s how I see you,” she said softly.

You turned to her. “What?”

She blinked, shook her head. “Huh? Nothing. I didn’t say anything.”

But she was still staring at the screen. Pretending to scroll. But her fingers weren’t moving.

The silence thickened, soft and heavy.

Your heart pounded loud and obvious in your chest. You were about to speak when Ellie abruptly stood.

“I wanna show you something I found. I’ll be right back.”

She walked down the short hallway to her room, disappearing for a second. You heard a soft clatter of something metal, then the quick shuffle of her feet as she returned, holding a small, older camera.

“Joel gave me this when I was seventeen,” she said. “First one I ever owned.”

Her fingers curled around it like it was sacred. “Still works,” she added. “Wanna see?”

Before you could answer, a soft click—the flash burst to life.

“Ellie!” you laughed, blinking spots out of your vision.

She grinned, camera still raised. “Nope. Nuh uh.”

You tried to cover your face.

Her hands trembled just slightly as she adjusted the lens, wiping her palms on her jeans.

“Come on, don’t be a party pooper,” she said, softer now. “You’re my favorite thing to shoot.”

You froze.

So did she.

“Just a few shots, I promise,” she said, giving you those puppy eyes you couldn’t say no to.

“Fine… but I’m burning them after.”

“You wish.” She started snapping pictures. Her voice wasn’t casual anymore, it was softer. Compliments slipping out in murmurs.

“Don’t move… yeah, like that. You always do that little smile when you’re unsure. It’s cute.”

Your breath caught.

She knelt on one knee, camera focused, trying a different angle, whispering again: “You’re fucking unreal.”

You looked away, flushed, brushing your hair behind your ear.

Ellie lowered the camera, inspecting the shots. Her cheeks pink, her smile soft.

“Okay,” she said, “these actually came out so good.”

You groaned and flopped onto the rug. “I can’t believe I let you take pictures of me while I’m full of pad thai.”

She laughed, setting the camera in her lap. “You look beautiful.”

You blinked. Sat up halfway. Heart tripping over that word.

She hadn’t even flinched when she said it.

After a beat, you reached toward her, with a mischievous glint in your eyes, grinning. “Okay, okay. My turn. You’re not escaping this.”

Ellie blinked. “What? No. No way.”

You grabbed the camera anyway. She clutched it to her chest like a teddy bear. “You don’t even know how to use it.”

“Ellie. Come on. Fair’s fair.”

“Nooo—”

“Yes.”

“I’m camera shy.”

You snorted. “You took twelve photos of me in a row. I get at least one.”

She hesitated, lips twitching. “…Fine. One.”

You beamed, taking the camera and fiddling with the buttons, while she muttered quiet instructions, blushing.

“Stay still, Williams,” you teased.

She stared up at you, completely frozen.

You lifted the camera and snapped a picture. “You’re, like, criminally photogenic,” you whispered.

Ellie groaned, hiding her face behind her hands. “Stop.”

“You look nervous,” you teased again. “Something you wanna admit to me?”

She rolled her eyes, voice softer. “I just… don’t like being on this side of the lens.”

“Well, lucky for you,” you said, lifting the camera again, “I’m great at making people feel comfortable.”

She sat cross legged, glancing down. And you caught it, how unsure she looks. How soft.

“Ellie,” you whispered. “Look at me.”

She did.

You clicked.

Then again.

She gave a shy smile. You grinned. “You’re kind of adorable, you know that?”

Her nose scrunched. “Fuck off.”

“Never.”

You crouched down slightly, readjusting the lens. “Tilt your head. Yeah—like that.” She obeyed and you stepped in closer.

“Okay now, act like you’re not the coolest person I’ve ever met.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, covering her face again.

You laughed, gently pulling her hands away. “Come on. No one’s gonna see these. Just me.”

Your fingers lingered on her wrist a second too long. She noticed.

You lowered the camera, your voice dropping. “…Stay like that.”

And before she could ask why, you were hovering her, slowly, deliberately, you climbed into her lap, straddling her hips, pinning her gently to the floor. Legs caging her in. Her breath hitched. Your hands hovered over the camera adjusting the lens.

Her hands flinched against the rug.

“Wh—what are you doing?” she asked, voice uneven, her eyes flicking between yours. Propping up on her elbows.

“Making sure you don’t run away,” you murmured.

You raised the camera again. “Ellie. You’re so beautiful.”

She stared up at you blushing. Breathless.

“You’re insane,” she whispered.

But she wasn’t pushing you away.

You rested the camera against your chest. Her eyes, green and wide met yours.

“I mean it,” you said, barely audible.

She looked at you like she was unraveling. Every part of her, tight with tension, heat, want.

You leaned in.

The space between you shrinking.

“Why haven’t we talked about the gala?” you whispered. A sting of pain in your tone.

Ellie swallowed. “Because I’m a coward.” Her eyes never meeting yours, like she was too scared to even look at you.

You blinked. Your voice was soft. “You’re not.”

“I—I almost kissed you.”

“I know.”

Now she was looking at you. Raw. Scared. Hopeful.

“Are you…” she asked, voice trembling, “drunk? Or tired? Or…”

You shook your head. “No.”

Your voice was steady.

Your heart wasn’t.

She stared like you’d just said the most terrifying and beautiful thing she’d ever heard.

Ellie’s lips parted, but she didn’t say anything.

She just looked at you, like she was searching for something. A sign. Permission. Courage.

So you gave it to her.

You leaned in, just a little…enough that your noses brushed, your breaths mingled. Her hands hovered near your waist, uncertain. You reached up, slowly, cupping her jaw like you were afraid she might vanish if you moved too fast.

“Ellie,” you whispered, barely audible. “It’s okay.”

Then she leaned in—slowly, so slowly, like she was giving you every chance to pull away. You didn’t.

Her forehead rested against yours for a beat. She exhaled your name like a prayer.

And then finally, finally…her lips found yours.

Soft. Tentative. Warm.

It wasn’t rushed, or clumsy, like you thought it might be. It was soft. Reverent. Like she’d been imagining it for a long time, and was finally brave enough to ask the question with her mouth. Her lips moved against yours like a secret, like she wanted to memorize the taste of you, learn you. Like she wanted to remember every second of this. One of her hands slid up your back, the other gently cradled the side of your face, grounding you both.

You kissed her back like your life depended on it.

Like all that heat, all that tension, all those almosts were finally allowed to become something real. You melted into her, one hand tangled in her hair, the other gripping her shoulder like she was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth.

She pulled back just a little, foreheads pressed together, both of you breathless.

Her hand came up to cradle your cheek, thumb brushing over your skin like she couldn’t believe you were real. You were both holding your breath and breathing each other in at the same time.

Her voice was a whisper. “Fuck.”

You smiled. “Yeah.”

Ellie looked stunned, like the weight of all the what-ifs had finally lifted and left her with this. With you.

“Can we…” She swallowed. “Can we do that again?”

You didn’t answer. You just kissed her again.

Slower this time. Deeper.

You smile into the kiss. She sighs into it.

Like there was no going back.

Everything softens.

The camera, somewhere between you, quietly flashes once.

Click.

You didn’t pull away right away.

Neither did she.

Your lips hovered against hers, like both of you were scared to break whatever spell this moment held, like even blinking too hard might ruin it.

Ellie was still holding you like she couldn’t believe you were real. One hand braced on your waist, the other lightly fisted in your shirt like she needed something to hold on to. Her breath was shaky against your mouth.

You were the first to pull back, just barely. Just enough to look at her. Enough to breathe, your forehead still pressed to hers. Both of you grinning dumb, breathless, shocked. Your heart pounding like it was going to crawl out of your chest.

She was flushed. Stunned. Her lashes fluttered like she was still catching up to herself.

“…Hey,” you whispered.

Her eyes flicked open, wide and a little dazed. “Hi.”

You let out a breathless laugh, eyes crinkling.

Ellie laughed too, except it caught halfway, like it hurt a little. She tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, her fingers trembling just slightly. “Holy shit…”

“Yeah. Holy shit,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

She gave you this look…half awe, half disbelief. “I wanted to do that for so long.”

Your heart clenched. “Me too.”

You were both just looking at each other. Like the world had narrowed down to this little pocket of space between your faces. Everything else felt quiet. Blurry.

She brushed her thumb gently across your cheekbone, like she was trying to memorize it. “You kissed me.”

“You kissed me.”

“Not how I remember it.”

“Oh, shut up.”

Ellie smiled, and it was this small, crooked, completely undone kind of smile. The kind you’d only ever seen when she let her guard all the way down.

You shifted slightly in her lap, still close, still breathing the same air. “Is this gonna be weird now?” you asked quietly.

She shook her head. “No. I don’t think it could ever be weird with you.”

You leaned your forehead against hers. “Promise?”

She nodded. “Promise.”

There was a soft, comfortable silence. Her hands were still on you. Yours resting lightly on her collarbone. Neither of you moved to get up.

You looked at her again. Her lips were pink and kiss bitten. Her eyes were glassy. You’d never seen her like this. Open, vulnerable, glowing.

“You’re gonna be in my dreams tonight,” you said, half a joke, half truth.

“Dirty ones I hope,” she whispered, and you gave her a playful smack to her chest.

You swallowed around the tight feeling in your throat. “I should probably go. It’s getting late.”

Ellie nodded slowly, like her body agreed but her heart didn’t. She helped you off her lap, standing with you, both of you still quiet. Still stunned.

At the door, you lingered. So did she.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?” you asked, voice soft.

Ellie smiled, warm, sure, “Yeah. Tomorrow.”

You stepped into the hallway. The door had barely begun to close behind you when she called out—

“Wait.”

You turned just in time for her to reach you. She kissed you again, this time messier, hungrier, like she couldn’t help herself. Like she wasn’t ready to let go. Like she needed to be sure this was real. That you were real.

And you were kissing her back, like it was the only thing that made sense.

When you finally pulled away, your breath caught somewhere in your throat. Lips glossy, a little swollen, you smiled shyly and stunned and glowing. Like you were in fucking highschool again and had just kissed someone in secret behind the bleachers.

“Goodnight, Ellie,” you whispered, the words almost getting lost in your smile.

Then you clicked the door shut.

Ellie was lying flat on her bed now, hands over her face, like if she stayed still enough she’d disappear.

She didn’t know how long she’d been there.

There was a camera lens digging into her side. Her tank top was riding up. She felt like she was vibrating out of her skin.

“Holy. Shit,” she muttered into her palms.

Her brain was looping like a broken record:

You kissed her. You fucking kissed her.

And she kissed you back.

She sat up too fast, ran a hand through her hair like it would knock some sense into her.

Was it stupid?

No.

It wasn’t stupid.

It was the most real thing she’d felt in years.

She let herself fall back down again, groaning.

“Fuuuck.”

You looked so pretty when you leaned in. So sure. Like you wanted her. Like maybe all those late nights and long stares and shared beds meant something after all.

Her fingers curled in her bedsheets. She felt insane.

And now you were gone. And she didn’t know what to do with herself. You said you’d see her tomorrow. But what if you changed your mind?

She almost got up three times to text you. Didn't.

What was she even supposed to say?

“Thanks for the kiss, save me my usual booth at the diner?”

She groaned again, grabbing a pillow and muffling a scream into it.

Then, a whisper to no one. “…I’m so fucked.”

But she was smiling when she said it.

And she already knew she’d wake up early tomorrow. Because you’d be at the diner. And maybe, if she didn’t completely combust she’d get to kiss you again.

Meanwhile, you leaned back against your apartment door after it shut, keys still in hand, breath caught somewhere between your lungs and your throat. Your brain was still buffering.

You kissed Ellie.

Your best friend. Who you had been in love with for god knows how long. And she kissed you back. She kissed you like she meant it. Like she’d been waiting for that moment just as much as you had.

You slid down the door slowly, heart thudding out a whole rhythm section. Your fingers brushed over your lips, like you had to double-check they were still there.

Still tingling.

Still hers.

Then the questions came flooding in. Was it real? Was it a real kiss or a heat-of-the-moment kiss? Did she regret it? What if you just ruined everything?

You let your head thud gently against the door. “Oh my god.”

Your phone buzzed in your pocket and you jumped like it had caught you doing something illegal.

You pulled it out fast, breath hitching. It wasn’t her.

God, you wanted it to be her.

You stared at your screen like you could will her name to appear. She said she'd see you tomorrow.So why did that feel like an entire lifetime away?

You scrolled to her name.

Typed a message. Deleted it.

Typed again. Deleted again.

You ended up sending nothing.

Instead, you curled up in bed, fully clothed, heart thudding like it was too big for your ribs.

You couldn’t sleep. Because every time you closed your eyes, she was still there. And you didn’t want her to leave.

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