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it's all fun and games until I start hating you and I hit you with a large ass essay that expresses my frustration and exhaustion with your neglect and the hurt you've caused me.
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To my dearest boy who broke my heart and left it to pieces with one missing shard in hand that keeps it from healing:
Love. A vile and twisted thing you remain in my eyes. For I have never loved someone and got to keep them in my heart for all eternity. It seems like the universe, God, have odd ways of pulling their strings when it comes to love, slow, torturous and often unexpected goodbyes grace us at the end.
It's been six months since you left me. Six long and excruciating months, and I can not put into words the disdain I feel towards you. Yet, I find myself staring longingly at you, find my heart racing at your mere sighting. You've become a dependency of mine, destructive yet fulfilling like the crimson drink I drown myself in. Like the pills I abused my body, my organs and my mind with. You'd bring me a sense of Euphoria, but what did it leave me with once your presence was gone? Pain. So much pain I can not even manage to put it into words. You were my oxygen. My will. My life. My sin and my soul. You were all that I needed. You were all that I wanted and still want even more. What should I call it? Soulmates who were never meant to be? Right person wrong time? Strangers to friends, friends into lovers and what now, strangers again? How low do I have to stoop down in order to make you want me again? I know you still want me, I can see it in your lingering eyes, yet you offer me silence and silence all over again. What did you do to me? What more could you possibly want from me? How much do you want to see me beg and try to make it up to you for all the hurtful words you've heard from my friends? How many "I'm sorry" do you want to hear fall from my lips and seem to always land onto deaf ears? What more do you want from me? Why do you ignore me again when you promised to be my friend? Was I not enough for you? Is it that hard to forget the girl you wanted beforehand? I know I am delusional to hold onto a love that clearly has perished long ago, but please for the love of God, let me cry into your arms for the first and last time so I can truly let you go. Let me sob my heart and guts out to you just for a few moments at least, I do not ask for more. Let me confess my desires , my dreams, my secrets and my pain to you. Even if they shall fall onto those ears of yours that you turn deaf on me every single time I try to get your attention. Let me. Please, allow me this. Let me find solace in your embrace even if it's cold and unwanted. I'd get down on my knees for you and let you kill me with your coldness. Let you freeze my heart and devour it whole if only a piece of me gets to be held by you, my darling boy. You have reduced me to a ghost of the strong woman I once were. And I am ashamed of myself for it, yet I can not even blame you for my downfall, because despite it all, I was an accomplice as well. Destroy me for all you want , I'll always come crawling back to you, with all my broken parts and my gaping wounds, bleeding into your own hands.
Just one last embrace is all I ask of you. I know you'd refuse me more. You cruel bastard. You heartless devil.
Go on and destroy me and watch me build back my pieces only to destroy me again. Go on and ruin me. Go on and put unnecessary distance between the both of us, because you are far too much of a coward to face the truth.
The truth is that you want me but are far too afraid of commitment, of new beginnings that you'd rather stick to the past and hope for the best. Hurt me. Hurt me all you want, but you'd never rebuke me from my church. From my sanctum, from your arms, from your hold. Rebuke me for my sins of loving you but know that I still hold you in high regards, that I still pray for your well-being, for your success, and your future. Know that against all odds..
I still love you.
âC.A
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PRETTY GIRL
Summary: Six months postpartum and Cleo is still insecure about herself. Terry has had enough.
Terry Richmond x Black!OC
18+ Content! || porn with little to no plot, married couple, slight daddy kink, p in v, mentions of postpartum depression, mentions of insecurity
Cleo gasped, the faint sound getting caught in her throat as her nails dug into the meaty flesh of Terryâs arms. Her toes curled tightly as the tremble in her thighs intensified. The constant jabbing and stimulation of her g-spot due to Terryâs deep, digging strokes sent intoxicating waves of pleasure through her body, leaving her looking fucked-out and dick drunk.
Another whine left her swollen, parted lips, eyes rolling back in her head as her knees came together in an attempt to slow Terryâs mid-paced strokes. âMm-mmâŚâ, he hummed, his right hand moving to smack her thigh. âOpen them legs. Let me see that pretty ass pussy.â
He didnât give her much of a chance to follow his commands before he hooked his huge hands around the back of her knees and pushed them up to her chest. His gaze stayed fixed on her creaming tightness, watching the milky white ring she left grow thinker and larger. âShe so prettyâŚâ, he mumbled, ��just like you.â
His plump, pink lips wedged between his pearly white teeth as his eyebrows furrowed in concentration. âLook at her.â, he took his right hand off her thigh and cupped his hand around he jaw, forcing her to look at their connected parts. âLook how sheâs creaminâ around me.â
Cleo blinked to clear her hazy vision, focusing in on his length moving in and out of her with ease. Seeing first hand the sticky mess she was making made her even wetter, causing her nails to dig deeper into Terryâs arms. âTerryyyâŚâ, Cleo whined, her eyes fluttering closed as her head fell back against the sheets.
Terry, whose hand had moved from her jaw to around her neck, hummed in response. âWhatâs the matter, mama?â
Breath partially taken from his firm grip on her neck, Cleo released a choked moan as the tremble in her legs intensified. âTalk to me, babyâ, Terry mumbled, his grip tightening softly, âtell daddy whatâs wrong.â
Cleo whined in response, her walls tightening around him as her toes curled tightly in the air, ây-youâre so deep, baby.â
A cocky grin spread across his face, his bottom lip moving to rest between his teeth once more. He told her this would happen. He told her all it would take was just one more time for him to catch her looking at herself negatively in the mirror, one more time to catch her starving herself to lose weight, one more time for her to talk down on herself. One more time and he was going to do something about it.
He made it clear from the first time she made a comment about her postpartum body that he would not tolerate his wife being insecure about the body that carried their child. But for a while, he did. He knew postpartum depression was a bitch, and he saw it take its ugly toll on Cleo. He hated seeing her so upset about the changes her body had gone through bringing their baby girl into the world, and quite frankly, he didnât understand. Hell, he loved it.
He loved everything. The way her hair grew, the way her skin became glass, the way stretch marks were visible on her thighs, ass, and stomach. The way her chest grew, hips expanded, and her ass got fatter? Oh, you know he was loving that. He couldnât understand why she didnât love it. Honestly, he didnât want to. One too many negative comments about herself and he had had enough.
He told her the next time she said something negative about herself, heâd fuck the shit out of her. If he couldnât talk her into feeling beautiful, he would fuck her into feeling beautiful. He made it clear that he would go so deep inside of her that she wouldnât even remember what she was insecure about.
And she didnât. She barely even remembered her name right now.
His name seemed to be the only thing she remembered, because in the moment, it was the only thing she could manage to say. Beside the occasional whines, whimpers, and cries, the only thing leaving her mouth was Terryâs name. But that wasnât what he wanted to hear.
âLook at me.â, he commanded, his deep green eyes burning into her face. Cleo peeled her eyes open, locking eyes with her husband. They held intense eye contact, the effects over their intimate dance causing butterflies to swarm in Cleoâs stomach. âTell me what I wanna hear.â
Cleo didnât have to ask what it was he wanted her to say. Heâd been saying it to her since the day they met, and after she had the baby, he said it ten times more. Now he wanted her to say it.
But Cleo didnât want to say it. She didnât think it was true.
Noticing her eyes starting to close, Terry smacked her thigh with his free hand while putting more pressure on her throat with the other. âDonât look away from me, Cleo.â
Cleo yelped at the harsh contact his large hand made to her thigh as her eyes shot open. âTell me what I wanna hear.â, he repeated, his hips moving in ways that damn near made it impossible for Cleo to keep her eyes open, let alone talk. âCome on, babyâŚsay it for me.â
Despite his pussy-wetting words and leg shaking strokes, Cleo still refused to say it.
Terry said nothing. Instead, he began to retreat from her walls and let go of her neck. Whining from the feel of his exit, Cleo hurriedly reached out to grab his arm. âNo, donât stop! Please, donât stop, it feels so good!â
At her pleading words, Terry slowly pushed back inside of her. âWell stop playing and tell me what I wanna hear.â
Gasping as he stretched her again, Cleoâs back arched off of the bed as he inched closer and closer to that sweet spot of hers. She knew him and she knew how petty he was. He was purposely avoiding hitting her spot until she said what he wanted her to say.
Burying his head in her neck, Terry peppered kisses along her neck as he mumbled, âCome on, mama. Let me hear you say it.â
Whining as her walls contracted around him, Cleo mumbled, âIâm beautiful.â
âWhat you say?â, Terry mumbled as his lips pressed repeatedly against the sweet spot on her neck. âI ainât hear you.â
Cursing under her breath, Cleo fought not to lose her damn mind as she draped an arm over Terryâs neck and both voluntarily and involuntarily raked her nails over his shoulder blade. âIâm beautifulâŚâ, she repeated in her whining tone, her free hand reaching up beside her head to grip the plush pillow. Cleo wanted to slap the shit out of Terry for having her like this. Better yet, she wanted to slap the shit out of herself for pushing him away for so long. Her insecurities kept her from damn near seeing heaven, and damn was she mad about it.
Terry needed to say nothing to let Cleo know her words had been accepted. All he needed to do was push his hips a little bit deeper, and there it was.
Cleo needed to say nothing to let him know that heâd found that spot, because the involuntary bucking of her hips along with the trembling of her legs and gasp of pleasure, Terry knew. His low chuckle of contentment confirmed that as he lifted himself from the crook of her neck to balance himself on his hands and continue to roll his hips in that same pattern. Looking down at his dazed wife, Terry chuckled once more and took his bottom lip between his teeth, asking, âIâm hittinâ that spot, huh?â
Cleo, in her otherworldly pleasure, could only grip the pillow tighter and continue to let her sweet love sounds slip past her parted lips.
Terry could do nothing but admire her when she was like this. Her legs spread all over the bed, hands clenched in the sheets, hair wild as hell. She was a disheveled, sweaty, moaning mess. But still to him, she was the prettiest thing in the world.
He watched as her tired brown eyes rolled back into her head and her head fell back against the bed as she tried not to be too loud and wake their baby girl across the hall. He took a second to let his head fall back and avert his vision to the ceiling from both pleasure and to take a breather, because if he kept watching Cleo, he would get her pretty ass pregnant all over again.
Hearing her whine his name again in that familiar tone, he quickly returned his attention to her. She was close.
âWhatâs the matter, baby?â, he cooed as he moved his right hand down to her bundle of nerves and used the pad of his thumb to rub slow, sloppy circles, âyou gonâ cum for me? hmm?â
Moaning aloud in response to his unexpected touch, Cleoâs hand quickly moved down to his hip in an attempt to halt his movement just for a second so she could get some air back in her damn lungs. âW-wait, TâŚâ, she murmured, fighting to keep her eyes from doing yet another roll inward, but damn did she feel good. Hell, she could barely talk without moaning.
Shaking his head, Terryâs hips continued to move, fighting back against her weak pushes. âNahâ, he mumbled, his thumb continuing its rotation on her pleasure point, âdonât tap out on me now, Cleo. Gimmie that nut. Let me have it.â
And just like that, his wish was her command. âOh, f-fuck, Terry!â Her volume control was out the window, as was her mind as an orgasm sent from God himself ran its course. His name upon her lips was music to Terryâs ears as he continued his movements, helping her ride out her high.
Motions slowly coming to a halt as her body relaxed, Terry chuckled as he watched her pleasure cost his shaft in creamy coats. Finally being allowed to catch her breath, Cleoâs chest rose and fell at a semi-rapid pace. âTerryâŚwhat the fuck?â, she whined as she raised a hand to cover her face.
Chuckling once more, he gently removed her hand from face before peppering kisses all around it. She smiled weakly as he whispered, âYou did so good for me, baby. Iâm so proud of you.â
With more kisses to her face and her lips, he then murmured, âbut I know you got some more in there for me. Gonâ head and turn over.â
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THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS
pairing: max verstappen x singer reader
summary: the one in the wake of reputation, people begin to forget and a new story is written
warning: ill come back to it (i didn't but theirs nothing just vague mentions of past mental health issues and online hate)
a/n: only one more part :(
face claim: sabrina carpenter
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The atmosphere of the set was buzzing with energy, y/n sitting in the directors set as she watched the chaos in front of her unfold. Her makeup artist was adding the final bits of eyeshadow to her smokey eye as y/n rewatched some old takes of a scene. Max watched, slightly awkwardly, from the side, a soft smile on his face, his reflection expressing awe.
From the corner of her eye Y/n could see him staring at her and turned to face him with a playful smirk, "How do I look?"
"Like your about to break the internet." Max said, a little smirk on his face though his eyes shone with pride.
She rolled her eyes, laughing. "You say that every time."
"Because itâs true every time," Max shot back, his grin widening.
As she went to get up Max kissed her shoulder quickly before letting her get to work. She laughed slightly at the simple display of affection before whispering in his ear, "You're my good luck charm, Verstappen." He watched as she ran off, intensely aware of the box that sat heavily in his pocket.
"Just don't forget me when you're topping the charts Schatje."
Before the cameras started rolling Y/n made eye contact with Max from the set, mouthing an I love you.
(this was set before they got engaged just an fyi)
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Y/n felt very secure, hidden away in her trailer which was only illuminated by the soft glow of fairly lights strung along the edges of her mirror. She lay on the couch going through her storyboard, Max on top of her, weight heavy. His head rested on her chest as his hand absentmindedly played with the hem of her top, occasionally pressing kissing against her stomach.
âShouldnât you be getting ready for your cameo, Mr. Superstar?â she teased, glancing down at him with a playful smirk.
Max grinned up at her, his eyes twinkling with a mischievous sparkle. âI am ready. My job is just to stand there and look good, right?â
âPretty much,â Y/n quipped, running her fingers gently through his hair. âAnd donât forget to smolder. Thatâs very important.â
Max chuckled, closing his eyes as he leaned into her touch. âIâll smolder for you and only you, liefde.â
The door to the trailer creaked open, and y/ns assistant peeked in. âY/n, five minutes to set.â
âGot it,â she replied, her fingers pausing briefly in Maxâs hair. The PA disappeared, leaving them in their little bubble of quiet.
âYouâre gonna kill it,â Max murmured, his voice soft but sure. He sat up, leaning forward to cup her face with both hands. âEvery time I see you work, I fall for you all over again.â
Y/nâs cheeks flushed, and she let out a small laugh. âYouâre ridiculous, you know that?â
âRidiculously in love with you,â he replied, pressing a tender kiss to her forehead, then her nose, then her lips. âNow go show everyone why youâre the star.â
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The soft hum of the TV filled the quiet apartment, but Y/n wasnât really watching. She sat curled up on the couch, knees drawn to her chest, her fingers absentmindedly tugging at the loose threads of her hoodie. Her eyes were fixed on nothing in particular as her mind raced with negative thoughts and memories she wished she could forget.
Max walked in from the kitchen, holding two mugs of tea. His smile faded the second he noticed her expression. Setting the mugs down on the coffee table, he knelt in front of her, his hands gently covering hers to still their nervous movements.
âLiefde,â he said softly, his voice laced with concern, âwhatâs going on?â
She shook her head, biting her lip as tears welled up in her eyes. âI donât even know how to explain it,â she whispered.
Maxâs heart ached at the sight of her like this. He slid onto the couch beside her, wrapping his arms around her tightly, as if he could shield her from the ghosts of her past. âYou donât have to explain it,â he murmured. âYou donât have to do anything. Just let me be here for you.â
Y/n let out a shaky breath as she buried her face in his chest, her tears soaking into his shirt. âI hate feeling like this,â she admitted, her voice muffled. âLike Iâm broken or something.â
âYouâre not broken,â Max said firmly, pulling back just enough to tilt her chin up so sheâd look at him. His blue eyes were filled with unwavering determination. âYouâre strong, Y/n. Stronger than you know. What youâve been through doesnât define you. Youâve come so far, and Iâm so proud of you for that.â
A small sob escaped her, and Max wiped a tear from her cheek with his thumb. âAnd when it feels too heavy,â he continued softly, âlean on me. You donât have to carry it all by yourself. Weâre a team, remember?â
She nodded, her grip on him tightening. âThank you, Max. For always being here.â
He pressed a kiss to her temple, resting his cheek against her hair. âAlways, liefde. Youâre stuck with me.â He whispered softly, playing with the ring on her finger.
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MERRY CHRISTMAS I HOPE YOU ALL GOT SPOILT
ALSO PRAYING FOR MY SWIFTIES IN MOURNING THIS IS FOR YOU
Hey everyone, I just wanted to pop on her and say thank you for all of the support you guys have given me since I first posted this fic. As a writer it is something that's very difficult and vulnerable to put your work out their and for this series to receive as much positive attention as it has gotten is nothing short of remarkable. Sorry for how long its taken for me to get this part out but i've just been struggling with the motivation to write it more or less cause I haven't wanted this series to end but it needs to one way or another. This part marks the official end of the series although I still will write and publish thank you aimee at some point as a bonus chapter since it doesn't really fit into the main post category. I will also at some point post the insta and other snippets that I came up with that just couldn't fit into the main story line of this series. Its sad that this is over but their will be many more things to come. As a bonus note part of the reason why I haven't been super active is i've been working on my book (wrote 10K+ words last week) which i'm super excited about. Also (again IK) the first part of my charles series should be up tomorrow so check that one out if you want :). I've kind of made the decision that this series and the charles series (with a short lando series in the future) exist in the same universe so i can keep max and y/ns story existing in that one aswell (purely because i can't let this series go). The first part of the charles series will be up tomorrow so check that one out if you want. I love you all so much and will miss this series so much :(.
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đď¸ emperor caracalla ; headcanons ââđŁËđ¤ Ý・â˝
content warning: fem!reader. mentions of blood, killing and sickness, cheating, possessiveness, toxicity. idk if thereâs anything else.
word count: 0.7k
authorâs note: first time writing headcanons, so constructive criticism is welcomed. and english is my third language so please bear with me. i apologize for any mistake đđť also, iâm unlocking a new obsession, so i needed to write for caracalla asap. iâm gonna write for other fred characters too because that man has me down bad. thatâs it! enjoyyy! <3
emperor caracalla is a menace with an insane duality and you know that better than anyone
we have 1) mad ruler with an insatiable thirst for blood
you ALWAYS go to the games
he demands wants you there with him
(not like you have much choice being married to him)
but still, he loves to know youâre there. mostly because he actually enjoys sharing his passion and spending time with you. buuut, also because he REALLY likes to show you off. (you love seeing him all giggly clapping and yelling tho)
and let me tell you, he takes every opportunity to do so. to remind everyone that youâre his. and to brag in front of his pretty much unmarried brother.
iâm talking hand rubbing your thigh when sitting by his side (he does it absentmindedly, itâs genuinely cute), arm around your waist during feasts, sitting on his lap when watching combats, theatre or any sort of entertainment and a ton of PDA.
both of them are possessive, but he is more subtle, not as straightforward
regarding Geta, you two have an⌠odd relationship. heâs thankful thereâs someone else to deal with his brotherâs madness. but heâs suspicious of your intentions. tho jealous.
some would even say not only of the marriage itselfâŚ
caracalla knows, and absolutely feeds on it. he finally has something that belongs to him and only him
god forbid someone doesnât get it
Dondus has grown to adore you. youâre like his other parent -heâs adopted you as such.
squeaks at you and happily climbs your arm to rest on your shoulder
loves using your braids as little ladders
and snuggling against your neck too
heâs just so cute can u tell i love him :3
anyways
and 2) sappy child
he follows you around like a puppy
you hate it when he gets overwhelmed, he tends to hide and isolate himself
you end up acting like his mother
gets insecure of his real face and keeps it from you
needs a lot of reassurance
the guards always look for you when he has an outburst
your touch and presence are the only things that ground him
LOVES LOVES LOVES cuddling
clings to you like he needs you to breathe
good luck waking up in the middle of the night to go to the bathroom đ
play with his hair and heâs GONE
big on pet names
to you is always âmy loveâ âmy dearâ âmy darlingâ âmy wifeâ âmy empressâ
emphasis on the âmyâ
everythingâs fine with him but âsweet boyâ makes him melt
and obviously âmy emperorâ cause it makes him feel powerful
and compliments too
spoils and pampers the shit out of you
jewels, clothes, animals, entertainers, you name it
absolutely whipped
loves kissing
now, it canât all be a fairytale đ
sometimes you feel like he loves Dondus more than you
and it seems that some men being forced to kill each other brings him more happiness than you ever could
he can switch from sad to angry in a matter of seconds and sometimes his sudden change of tone and expressions startles you
đŠ đŠđŠ
being married to a sick man is hard
many palace servants and guards feel bad for you
paranoid
thinks you donât love him anymore and are going to leave him quite often
obsessive
if you say something that feels âoffâ to him get ready for an intense interrogation
possessive and extremely jealous
cause why the fuck where you laughing with some random man?
heâd threaten to kill him and would probably get rough with you
hates other people touching you
gets violent
has hurt you before during one of his fits
regrets it afterwards but has a hard time apologizing
would probably be unfaithful. i know, i hate it too đĽ˛
over all i think he wouldnât be that bad of a husband, like it could be way worse
and i say he could genuinely love you, it just wouldnât be the healthiest of loves
but you can try to fix him girl â¨â¨
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â Enemies to Lovers w/ sevika
CW : age gap , oral sex , THE STRAP , ditzy reader , brat taming , dirty talk , caught in the act
A/N : part 2 maybe coming soon
Summary : sevika being madly inlove wih you but masks hate over it. you were silcos biological daughter. silco barley paid attention to you and you were getting bored of the men from the bar.
MINORS AND MEN DNI
You held your breath watching sevika walk into silcos office with her arm broken and shimmer leaking on the ground. You sat on his couch with your knees to your chest, âthe sister is backâ she said, out of breath âfrom the dead?!â Silco turned to look at her. âShe attacked me at a card gameâ sevika leaned on the other couch âwait,â you say moving your feet down, âshe attacked you?! And you lost?â you laugh âi didn't lose, she had some girl enforcer with herâ the brunette said looking at the floor âwinners don't have excusesâ you say giggling. âKeep patronizing me and i'll tear that laugh from your throat-â sevika was cut off by silco âsevika.â he started ây/n, leave.â
âWhat-â you furrow your brows as Sevika hid her smirk. Silcos face showed he wasn't joking as you stood up. Your silk dress barely covers anything as you leave, you press your ear against the door when you close it behind you. âYou raised her to dress like that?â sevika looked over to silco âmy focus was jinx. I regret it now since she can't fight.â silcos voice darkened. You look down at your hand, it was true. You always need someone coming and saving you. But at the same time you didn't mind it, you liked being vulnerable. âTell me everything,â silco said. You already heard enough, blah blah sister blah jinx.
You find yourself in Jinx's workshop going over and sitting on her couch âsevika needs to be humbledâ you pick at your nail âwhatâd she doâ jinx asked, trying not to stray from the golden boys research. Your eyes widen, telling jinx about her sister might send her into an episode so its best to wait for her to find out on her own ânothing. She's just-â you pause earning jinxs attention âshe's just being cocky.â you excuse. Jinx smirked, returning to the research journal.
You lay down sideways, watching jinx work as your eyes feel heavy.Â
Sevika couldn't help but have those late night thoughts about you. The way your hips moved when you walked, and honestly she loved your thigh split dresses, how when you move too fast you can see a peak or two. She could escape that one time you got cut and your cry of pain lowkey turned her on. She found her hand palming herself at night thinking of you on more than one occasion. Your voice haunted her. She's had to fight the urge to smell the jacket you forgot at the bar lots of times
But your personality, it enrages her. You argue with her all the time, it's like you get off on arguing. If she had the misfortune of having to babysit you on a mission, you fight her every step of the way. Sometimes there are peaceful moments like when you fall asleep at the bar and it's just you and her.Â
Sevika knows you're stronger than you look, she's seen you pissed off before and how much damage you can do. She also knows when your pretending to be weak, butâŚyou were a little dumb for example she will say âthere's someone on your leftâ during a mission and she watched you look to your right, realize your mistake, check your hands, then look left and by the time you look left she's already knocked out the person coming at youÂ
She definitely feels bad about how young you are and you were her boss's kid. But silco didn't really care about you. I mean don't get her wrong but she notices what he talks about and she looks back on your childhood, he always focused on jinx and just left you to defend yourself. Eventually just making his goons watch you 80% of the time. She also reassured herself from how you dress and act. She swears you know what she thinks about at night and feeds her on it.Â
Sevika followed vi and cait best she could before they disappeared. So she swallowed her pride and went back to silcos office âwe lost themâ sevika sighed âlost who?â Jinx turned in her chair, throwing the clipboard on the desk. Sevikas eyes narrowed as she walked forward, accidentally tripping a wire. She tried to cover her mouth from the grey but it took over her lungs making her pass out on the desk.Â
Sevika woke up, tied to silcos chair. Still drowsy before feeling jinx's hand on her cheek, surely waking her up âi know your secretâ jinx moving sevika closer âoh really?â sev asked âyes! You have a crush on y/nâ she said smirking, sevika felt her cheeks flush âwhat gives you that idea?â she asked âoh you know the way you stare at her ass when she leavesâ jinx mocked âso who did you lose?â she continued earning a sigh from sevika âyou sister is alive.â sevika said watching jinx's face change
âShe's just so scaryâ therium sat in the booth as you cleaned his face up. The bar was empty and you found therium behind the counter covered in jinx's paint. âYou cant let her get to youâ you say taking the damp cloth running it over his cheek âand she keeps calling me chuck, my names not chuckâ therium says âi know that chu- theriumâ you giggle as he looks at you with a serious face âsorry it suits youâ you say as jinx stormed down the stairs ây/n there's a surprised for you in dads office.âÂ
You look over at her as she leaves the bar âwhy don't you take the night shift off? Get someone to cover youâ you ask therium as you walk away. He chuckles âis that a joke?â âmaybeâ you tease going up the stairs and into silcos office. You walk over and sit in his chair looking at his desk. You followed the arrows looking up at the ceiling to see sevika hanging from the roof, with vulgar words written on her with marker âHoly shit.â
You helped sevika down, not without laughing of course. Watching her clean herself up on silcos couch. âSo what happened?â you sat next to her âjinx is off the rails.â sevika said âno shit, i don't think she'd hang you from the ceiling for funâ you giggle crossing your arms. Sevikas eyebrows furrowed âsomebody really needs to put you in your place.â she looked over at you âokay if you're gonna insult me and not tell me what pissed her off ill go find out for myself, maybe tell silco about your slip up.â you stand up, sevika rose as well, towering over you.
She grabbed you, turning you to face her âwhat exactly are you gonna say? That you knew something was wrong with your sister and yet still let her leave?â Sevika was right. What would you say? âI-â you found speechless. Your face scrunched up as she squeezed your wrist, she got close to your face, your noses basically touching during this stare off
You both cave at the same time, your heart skips a beat as she pulls you into her. Sevika wanted her mouth on yours for months and now she finally has it. You lean into the kiss, fluttering your eyes close as you hand cups her cheek. She lifts you up, your legs automatically wrapping around her waist. She carries you to your bedroom, throwing you on the bed. Sevika climbed onto you, settling herself between your thighs. She leaned down, forcing her tongue into your mouth.
Your spit mixed together as your hands found themselves in her hair. She kissed you like it was keeping her alive, that she would suffocate without the taste of your spit. âI have been waiting to shut you upâ she held your face. âI-â you started but before you could come up with a snarky comeback she pressed her knee into your cunt âwhat? Speechless? Im flatteredâ she looked into your eyes, full of nothing but lustÂ
âI know you've been wanting this too.â she slid her hand up your thigh âwith these dresses, and the days where you âforgetâ your braâ sevika smirked pulling your panties off with ease âi'm gonna treat you better than any of the pricks that you pick up at the barâ she moved off the bed and on her knees, forcing your legs on her shoulders âreally? Cause there faster than this.â you spout out finally. You felt the burn of sevikas hand on your ass âdo you get this wet for them?âÂ
Sevika licked your clit. You were already sensitive so it made you arch your back. âSevi-â you moan. She flicked her tongue against your clit. You clenched the sheets in your fists, sevika already had you on the edge of your orgasm. She pulled away right as you were about to cum. âWha-â you lift your head up. she was looking up at you, kissing your stomach. She was back on top of you, taking your top off. She watched how your tits bounced down after being pulled up.Â
âI don't suppose a dirty slut like you has a strap?â sevika asked, you pointed to your night stand. She smirked, pulling it out and putting it on over her clothes, she moved your skirt out of the way revealing your sensitive cunt. âWhos cunt does this belong to huh?â sevika roughly grabbed your face. âYoursâ you cry out. That was enough for her to push the plastic purple cock into your entrance. Giving you a second before she started at a fast pace. Your breath hitches squirming under sevikaÂ
âMommyâ you said in a needy way. She moved her hand to your tits, squeezing one âyour body's mine.â she leaned down to bite your neck, still bucking her hips into yours âare you gonna cum for mama? Cum on mamas cockâ sevika growled, your body sent shock waves down to your stomach. Your body stuttering as sevika slowed down for you âthat's a good girlâ she whisperedÂ
Suddenly the door opened, surprisingly neither of you heard the knocking ây/n? I heard you yelling- OH MY GOD WHAT ARE YOU GUYS DOINGâ therium quickly closed the door âi'll come back later!â he yelledÂ
#arcane#arcane sevika#sevika#sevika x reader#lesbian#wlw#winners love winning#wuh luh wuh#sissormetimbers
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Man am I the greatest?âŚ
A/N- Iâm sorry for this angsty little thing, but I was listening to the greatest by billie and I NEEDED to
pt.2 here
GN!Reader x Playboy!Satoru
Synopsis- You loved him, you always have. So why did he play with you just to get with some girl?âŚ
TW- ANGST ANGST ANGST (I perchance might make a pt.2 as an apology) Satoru is playing with readers feelings, girl yells at reader and Satoru does nothing, lemme know if I missed anything!
Inspired by THE GREATEST by Billie Eilish
You thought you knew Satoru, youâve known him for so long. You basically were attached at the hip!
Doing everything he asked, he needed help with something? You were right there! Was sick and needed soup? You already made it. You adored Satoru, he was the sweetest guy you knew. Youâve always had feelings for him, he had to think the same! He was always so nice!
Satoru walked beside you as you walked into the store, looking for clothes for a party in a few days. Satoruâs friend, Suguru, invited you to go. Satoru seemed nervousâŚbut maybe it was because he just didnât want you to get overwhelmed!
As you tried on an outfit, you stepped out of the dressing room to show him. He looked at you in awe before his hands landed on your waist. âYou lookâŚfantasticâŚâ He muttered before smiling, kissing your cheek. You laughed, playfully swatting him away. You immediately bought the outfit.
God. This was a mistake, everything was. Here you were, standing at a party alone. Satoru left to go to the bathroom he said, then why are you standing there watching him make-out with the girl you hate? You stared, shocked, before the girl noticed you. Making him notice as well. âThe hell is your problem!â The girl snapped, glaring at you as Satoru seemedâŚannoyedâŚyou felt so many emotions. You were angry, sad, hurt, so many thingsâŚyou slowly backed up, immediately leaving the party.
You sat in your dorm, sobbing, why would you think he would like someone like you? Beginning to swirl into thoughts as you looked at your phone, seeing a message from Satoru, opening it to see:
Pretty Boy: what the hell is your problem!? I was gonna bring that girl to my dorm, but you STALKING us like a creep made her leave!
You stared at the message, your heart hurt, you felt nauseous as you left him on read. The message making the tears flow harder. Turning off your phone and setting it on the coffee table you heard a knock, you froze for a moment. Praying on everything it wasnât Satoru as you stood up, walking to the door to open it. Preparing yourself to seeâ
Suguru? You were confused, just staring at him for a moment with puffy eyes and quivering lips. ââŚYou okay?â He asked quietly, taking note of every detail on your face. âI saw you run out of the partyâŚwas it because of..you know?âŚâ He asked, his eyes softening as he saw you glance away.
âIâllâŚbe fine. It was my fault for thinking heâd even be interested in meâŚâ You muttered, looking back at him. âDo you maybe want me to come in and watch a movie?..â He offered with a slight smile.
ââŚYeah of course.â
#gojo satoru#jjk x reader#jjk gojo#gojo x reader#gojo x y/n#jjk angst#one shot#drabble#toji fushiguro#gojo smut#jjk smut#just read trust#meow
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AND THEY WERE ROOMMATES HEADCANONS
a/n: was thinking about being roommates with ellie and realised i NEED to write it down [recent work]
tw: i mean, it's poor fluff, mention of drinking, making out
roommate!ellie who is looking for a new roommate after her last one moved out to live with their partner. dina, ever the matchmaker, gives ellie your number, telling her you're perfect for the spot since you're laid-back, responsible, and (most importantly) not annoying.
roommate!ellie who rolled her eyes when dina mention you're into girls. "why does this matter?", she'd ask in an irritated tone but secretly thinks itâs awesomeâless chance of awkwardness and more chance for shared queer culture jokes (and subtle flirting, though she'd never admit it).
roommate!ellie who was very nervous when dina invited you to a movie night together for you to meet her before moving in. she keeps overthinkingââwhat if she hates my movie choices? what if she thinks Iâm a slob?â she even cleans the living room twice, just in case.
roommate!ellie who tries to act chill during the movie night but ends up awkwardly offering you snacks every five minutes to fill the silence ignoring dina's chuckles. when you compliment her vintage movie poster collection, she stumbles over her words and just mumbles, âyeah, uh, I guess theyâre cool.â
roommate!ellie who turns out to be the perfect mix of chill and chaotic. sheâll let you borrow her clothes, but only if you ask first, because âboundaries, dude.â however, sheâs also the type to borrow your hoodie without asking, especially if it smells like your perfume but she says it's just comfy.
roommate!ellie who canât stop herself from smiling when she sees you curled up on the couch with her t-shirt with band picture on, binge-watching something ridiculous. she teases you about stealing her clothes but secretly loves it.
roommate!ellie who has an entire bookshelf filled with graphic novels, old paperbacks, and her sketchbooks when you have one with books and diaries. sheâs shy about showing you her sketches at first, but eventually, she leaves one out for you to findâa drawing of you laughing during one of your late-night conversations. same about you: at first you refused to let her read your annotated copy of your favourite childhood book but then lent her it.
roommate!ellie who blasts her guitar late at night, apologizes profusely for it, then invites you to listen instead of going to bed. sheâll sheepishly admit sheâs working on a new song but wonât look you in the eye when you compliment her voice.
roommate!ellie who invites you to play video games with her but always lets you win because she loves hearing you gloat about how âyouâre the superior gamer.â
roommate!ellie who shake her head when dina and jessie hinting that she probably likes you. "that would be too clichĂŠ," she would say.
roommate!ellie who insists on cooking dinner together once a week. itâs usually something simple like pasta or tacos, but sheâll make it competitive, declaring herself âthe gordon ramsay of roommatesâ when her side of the meal turns out better.
roommate!ellie who came up with the idea of making fridays your guys unofficial roommate day. she decides to surprise you one friday with homemade pizza, her guitar, and a makeshift dance floor in the living room. she twirls you around, singing the song off-key but with so much enthusiasm that you canât help but laugh.
roommate!ellie who always finds little excuses to be near youâhelping you hang posters, sitting close during movie nights, or brushing your hair out of your face when youâre deep in thought. when you call her out on it, she just shrugs and smirks. âwhat? iâm a tactile person.â
roommate!ellie who secretly learns how to bake your favorite dessert just to surprise you on a bad day. sheâll act casual about it, saying, âItâs no big deal,â but blushed when you tell her itâs the sweetest thing anyoneâs ever done for you and got embarrassed when you started crying with happiness.
roommate!ellie who gets oddly protective of you when youâre upset. sheâll sit with you on the couch, offering her shoulder and awkwardly patting your back, mumbling, âiâm not great at this comforting stuff, but Iâm here, okay?â
roommate!ellie who has a polaroid camera that she uses to document your time as roommates. she has a growing collection of photos: you holding her cat, you mid-laugh during a late-night chat, you asleep on the couch with her hoodie on. one night, you stumble upon a stack of these pictures and realize how much sheâs been cherishing these little moments but was too embarrassed to tell her you saw it.
dina who is the ultimate instigator, constantly pointing out how much time you and ellie spend together. âroommates? sure. more like a domestic partnership.â ellie always rolls her eyes but canât help the blush creeping up her neck.
dina and jessie who smirked when you both show up late to group hangouts but actually set you up for couple-y questions during truth or dare. âellie, would you ever kiss your roommate?â jesse asks with a mischievous grin, and ellie glares at him, muttering, âyouâre the worst.â
roommate!ellie who thought a lot after that night (thanks to jessie and dina) and almost confesses during a deep, late-night conversation. youâre lying on the couch, sharing a blanket, and she says, âI feel like... I donât know. I donât deserve how good you are to me.â you tease her about being sappy, and she loses her nerve.
roommate!ellie who spends the rest of the night sulking, when she saw one of your friends flirts with you during a party. when you finally ask whatâs wrong, she blurts out, âI donât want to watch someone else get what Iâwhat we could have.â
roommate!ellie who offers some wine to relax after a stressful week full of exams.
roommate!ellie with whom you playing cards while being tipsy and who leans in to grab the deck from your hands, and you both freeze when her face is way too close to yours.
roommate!ellie who stares at you, her lips parting slightly, and before you can think, you lean in and kiss her. Itâs short and sweet, but it lingers in the air like an unspoken promise.
roommate!ellie who's eyes widen, and she blurts out, âwas that...?â while looking away, but you were too fed up about it so cut her off, laughing nervously. âyeah. It was.â after a moment, she smirks, âwanna do it again?â and you simply nodded kissing her one more time â now passionately, like your life depends on it.
roommate!ellie who ends up making out with you next 20 minutes before you two fall asleep
roommate!ellie who wakes up the next morning with her head still spinning from the kiss(es) you shared the night before. She finds you in the kitchen, making coffee like nothing happened. ellie nervously clears her throat, scratching the back of her neck. âso, uh... about last nightââ
you cut her off again, smirking over your mug. âwhat about it?â
ellie shifts awkwardly before finally blurting out, âI liked it. like... a lot. and I donât want it to just be a one-time thing.â
you step closer, setting your coffee down and tilting your head at her. âgood. because I liked it too.â
#tlou#ellie williams fluff#ellie williams fanfic#ellie williams x reader#ellie williams the last of us#ellie x reader#ellie williams#ellie tlou#ellie williams tlou#ellie williams headcanons#sapphic#lesbian
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Fangs of Fortune: A Primer
I keep hoping someone funnier or better with images than me will write a primer for this show, but I havenât seen it yet, so itâs looking like Iâm going to have to be the propaganda I want to see in the world.
Fangs of Fortune is a 34.5-episode drama that takes place in Ancient Fantasy China, split between the human world and the Wilderness (home of the yao/demons). You can watch it on iQiyi or YouTube. There will be some spoilers below, mostly for early episodes; photos here are from official production stills/promos. As far as I can tell, Fangs of Fortune is a (successful) attempt to get a m/m romantic pairing past the censors by giving the dudes a(n also-queer) female love interest as well, which is neat. The show cares way more about the characters than about the plot, so Iâm going to follow suit, starting withâŚ
Zhao Yuanzhou, a.k.a. Zhu Yan
30,000-year-old suicidal Great Demon with suave DILF energy, sky-high self-confidence, and rock-bottom self-worth. 8 years before the show opens, he was possessed by malicious energy and killed a ton of people, including the only living relatives (father and brother) of this guy:
Zhuo Yichen
24-year-old swordsman and demon hunter (head of the Demon Hunting Bureau, in fact), who wears the most beautiful costumes of all time, has sworn to avenge his family, and happens to be in possession of the only weapon that can kill the aforementioned Great Demon Zhao Yuanzhouâif only he knew how to use it.
On the dynamic between Zhao Yuanzhou and Zhuo Yichen, which is the driving force of this show, I canât do better than this post and this post â please go read them, you will not regret it. In the meantime, please enjoy some homoerotic violent hand-holding.
Zhao Yuanzhou shows up at the Demon Hunting Bureau very sexily and offers to teach Zhuo Yichen to use said weapon, if Zhuo Yichen will (a) swear to kill him with it once theyâre done, and (b) in the meantime, let Zhao Yuanzhou join the demon hunting crew. Specifically, he demands to be paired up with this lady:
Wen Xiao
Scholar, demon hunter, Zhuo Yichenâs sort-of foster sister, and technically the Baize Goddess, guardian of the Wilderness⌠but when her predecessor as Baize Goddess died, she couldnât complete the transfer of her powers to Wen Xiao, leaving Wen Xiao unable to do the job, and sickly to boot. Wen Xiao compensates by being smarter, more socially adept, and more mentally healthy than everyone else in this cast⌠although I will grant thatâs a low bar to clear.
While recruiting a crew to go after a pesky water demon, Wen Xiao runs intoâŚ
Pei Sijing
Stoic archer who recently retired from demon-hunting after she had to kill her own brother; target of Wen Xiaoâs very persistent affections.
Here they are being cute together:
Congratulations, you have now met the polycule! There are also two comic-relief teenagers (with obligatory difficult backstories) and two villains, one of whom is boring and will be ignored, and one of whom is Zhao Yuanzhouâs human-hating mall goth demon ex-boyfriend Li Lun, as seen below:
There is not really an overarching plot: in general, the plot is driven by the desire to get Wen Xiao fully powered-up as the Baize Goddess so that she can fix stuff that has gone wrong in the Wilderness, but after a certain point, most plot arcs are driven by problems caused in the previous plot arc. The writers are way more invested in putting the characters in Situations that will crunch them up against each other in interesting ways than in having a coherent plot or worldbuilding. Fortunately, they are very good at writing these characters reacting to each other in Situations, so it works out.
Why should you watch this show? First, it is delightfully gay and there is great fic for it, which you will get more out of if youâre familiar with canon (but donât let that stop you from diving in nowâŚ). Second, the writers are really good at building compelling relationships between characters, romantic and otherwise, and in particular, they have a gift for writing two-character dialogue scenes and cute banter. Third, damn, this is maybe the most visually beautiful show Iâve ever seen in my life. The costumes, in particular, are unbelievable.
Are there downsides? Yeah, candidly, you are going to spend a chunk of the first third of the show sitting through long flashbacks that I call The Ponderous Tragic Backstories of the Het Guest Stars when all you want to do is get back to the main characters. Donât worry, the whole show is not like this. It happens four times (three toward the beginning and once toward the end). And at least even the Ponderous Tragic Backstories of the Het Guest Stars are still very pretty to look at.
Anyway â check it out! Ask me if you have questions! Correct me if I goofed on anything! See you in Queer Poly Ancient Fantasy China!
(Edited to correct the number of episodes, thank you, @kandadze!)
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late nights | knj
summary: late nights with namjoon turn into a heated session when youâre in need of a stress-reliever.
⨠title: late nights (don't push your luck couple) ⨠pairing: namjoon x f!reader ⨠genre/au: pwp, smut, co-workers, enemies to (maybe) lovers ⨠rating: R (MDNI!!) | ⨠word count: 2.9k ⨠warnings: cursing, fingering, oral (m. & f. receiving), orgasm denial, unprotected penetrative sex, (some) begging, use of pet names (baby, darling), both are playful in their words but ofc there are feelings ⨠author's note: after watching the rpwp docu, i haven't been able to stop thinking about this man 𫦠so here's a horny word vomit. excuse my writing because it's been a minute, so i apologize in advance if it's no good đ i'm also tagging @kingofbodyrolls bc i promised i would when this came out <3 <3
[ SERIES MASTERLIST ] | previous ~ pitch fest
Late nights with Namjoon were becoming a regular affairâfor work, not for play, at least for tonight.
The pair of you crunching numbers and proposing an improved business plan for next weekâs investors meeting had your panties in a twist. The past year in publishing proved to be a lot harder than expectedâyou didnât realize how tough this industry was without a big name behind you.
Your nose is scrunched and your eyes are focused as youâre furiously scanning the presentation for errors. Namjoon stares you down then covers your hands with his. âYour eyes are going to pop out of your head if you donât slow down.â
âWe have too much to lose. This presentation has to be perfect or else weâll lose the company.â As you continue on, ensuring the slides are flawless, you can only feel Namjoonâs dragon eyes burning through you.
âWhat? Why are you looking at me like that?â
âLike what?â
âLike youâre gonna eat me.â
Namjoon chuckles and leans forward. âBecause I doâwant to eat you.â
Youâre not gonna lieâyour panties are twisted because of this presentation, but now theyâre soaked too. You hate how easily you crumble under his words, but you wonât let him see just how easily you can come undone.
âIâm gonna kick you out of my place if you donât stop,â you threaten, continuing to type away.
The wooden chair legs scraped against the hardwood floor as Namjoon stood up, his footsteps echoing behind you as he walked closer. âWhat exactly are you working on anyway?â he asks, leaning down so close you can smell the cologne that you love on him.
Clearing your throat, you reply with a gulp, âJustâŚthe presentation.â
Honestly, youâve spent too much time finding the perfect font, but does it really matter at this point? Investors wonât give you money because they liked your presentation looks, itâs about how much theyâll have in their pockets.
His presence overwhelms every hair on your body, and when his hands begin to massage your shoulders, youâre practically melting into a puddle. âYouâre so tense.â
One hand continues to rub circles on your nape, causing you to groan. âFuckâŚâ you hiss when he reaches a knot. âJoonâŚâ you whine.
He hums, then proceeds down your spine. The pads of his fingers wrap around your torso, dangerously close to the underside of your breasts. Youâre already imagining him taking a handful and giving them a good squeeze.
Your eyes flutter shut as he continues. His thumbs pressing deeply into your backâyouâre convinced heâll leave marks just like how you do to him. Itâs embarrassing when you see the red scratch marks peeking from under his dress shirt at work, however it does give you the satisfaction when he meets with an attractive author or investor and they just happen to see it as well. Youâre petty and you know it.
The soft groans escaping your lips are undignified. But it goes to show just how much stress youâve been underâyouâre like a volcano bubbling, getting ready to burst and overflow, overtaking everything surrounding you, and Namjoon is the not-so-innocent bystander.
His lips barely touch the shell of your ear and he asks in a low whisper, âYou okay?â
Youâre not okay. You need more.
More of him. Touching you everywhere. Having you in any way that he wants. Youâll do anything no questions asked.
Your dignityânonexistent.
Your morals, valuesâwhat the hell is that?
You need Kim Namjoon to fulfill every single fantasy youâve had and itâs more than you like to admit.
And before you know it, your hands cover his, tugging them forward, encouraging him to do as he pleases, and he does so willingly. With ragged breaths, you relish in his touch, softly uttering his name under your breath.
Namjoon leans down from behind, kissing your shoulders and squeezing your breasts. A small whimper leaves your lips as his big, warm hand reaches down your top to the pert, pebbled nipple just aching for more of him.
Youâre well aware of your actions when you chose to wear your dusty blue pajamas that match perfectly. The bow tie top is overly available for Namjoon to access. You noticed his eyes wandering throughout the night, and now youâre ready for him to strip you bare.
His plush lips leave trails of kisses down your neck, making you lean back into him.Â
âJoonâŚâ Youâre embarrassed at how easily his name rolls off your tongueâmaybe youâve been practicing too much at night by yourself.
He hums before kissing your shoulders and pulling your top to feel the warmth of your skin beneath his mouth. When you turn around to look for his lips, they are drawn to each other like magnets and refuse to part. You stand, snaking your arms around his frame.
Namjoon breaks the kiss, causing you to groan. âI like you like this.â
âLike what?â you ask with an exasperated sigh.
âWhiny. Needy.â He smirks, knowing he has you wrapped around his finger, though youâd rather have something else wrapped around his finger at the moment.
âShut up and kiss me already.â
He leans in, his lips ghost over yours, barely touching. Heâs teasing, wanting you to beg for it, but you donât give in. You swipe your tongue against his bottom lip, hoping he caves and gives you what you want. He smiles against your lips, his warm breath fanning you.
âImpatient, are we?â he murmurs, his voice low and husky. You can feel the rumble of his words against your chest, sending a shiver down your spine. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently, urging him closer. He resists, pulling back just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes are dark with desire, a challenge he wants to win.
âMaybe,â you breathe, refusing to give him the satisfaction of admitting how much you want thisâhim.
Namjoon chuckles. His hand slides up underneath your top, fingertips tracing your spine. âTell me what you want,â he whispers, lips brushing against your ear.
Your breath catches in your throat as his fingers dance along your skin. The heat of his body, the teasing touches, itâs all too much, making it hard to string along coherent words.
âYou,â you finally admit, your voice barely above a whisper. âI want you, Joon.â
His smile widens, triumphant yet tender. âWas that so hard?â he teases, but thereâs a gentleness to his tone that makes your heart flutter.
Before you can respond, his lips crash against yours, passionate and demanding. The kiss is everything youâve been cravingâhot, deep, and overwhelming. Your fingers tighten in his hair as you pull him closer, eliminating any remaining space between your bodies.
His hand at your back presses you firmly into him, and youâre savoring the fact that his erection is throbbing against you. He wants you just as much as you want him.
When you finally break apart, both gasping for air, his forehead rests against yours.
âDo you have any idea how long I've been waiting to fuck you tonight?,â he utters, his voice rough with lust. His hands roam your body, leaving trails of fire in their wake. You arch into his touch, craving more.
âCocky, are we?â you challenge, your hands sliding down to his throbbing cock, giving it a good squeeze. âJust because I want you doesn't mean I wanna fuck you. What if I just wanna cuddle?â you utter the worst lie known to man. Joon knows all your bullshit.
He growls low in his throat, the sound sending a jolt of electricity through your body. âYeah? Don't want me to fuck you, hm?â
In one fluid motion, he lifts you, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. He carries you toward the bedroom, his strong arms supporting you effortlessly. As he lowers you onto the soft sheets, his dragon eyes never leave yours, burning into you with an intensity.
Your hand toys with the end of the tie on your top, slowly undoing them, slipping the top off your shoulders, revealing your breasts. This isnât your first time sleeping with Namjoon, but somehow you feel even more exposed. Youâve denied your feelings for so long, and you think youâre ready to bear it all. Maybe even give him a piece of your heart.
âThought you didnât want me to fuck you?â He asks, voice proud as he cocks his head.
His eyes donât wander down to your chestânot yet, theyâre still fixated on you. He removes his sweatshirt, exposing his taut and toned body, and the black Calvin Klein briefs shouldnât be affecting you, but they are. His gray sweats sit low on his waist, and you want nothing but to tear it off of him.
The outline of his erection is demanding attention from youâeyes, mouth, and hands ready to feast upon the dessert you skipped tonight. Youâre greedy. You donât want to share with anyone, but you wonât let him know just how urgently your mouth wants to be wrapped around his cock.
You reach out, fingers grazing the waistband of his sweats. His breath hitches as you slowly pull them down, revealing more of those tempting briefs. Your mouth waters at the sight of his impressive bulge straining against the fabric. âJoon, fuck me or leave,â you demand, voice thick with need.
He steps out of the sweats, kicking them aside before joining you on the bed. His weight dips the mattress as he hovers over you. He leans down, tugging your pajama pants off. His hand traces the curve of your waist, and his finger is hooked underneath your lace undies.
His fingers tease along the edge of your lace underwear, sending sparks of electricity through your body. You arch into his touch, silently begging for more. Namjoonâs eyes darken as he watches your reaction, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.
âSo responsive,â he murmurs, voice husky with desire. âI love how your body reacts to me.â
Slowly, torturously, he peels the lace down your legs, his fingers igniting glowing particles along your soft skin. You lift your hips to help him, desperate to feel his skin against yours. As he tosses the underwear aside, his gaze roams over your now fully naked body, appreciation and hunger evident in his eyes.
âFuckâyouâre so beautiful,â he breathes, leaning down to kiss your collarbone. His lips trail lower down your chest. When he reaches your breast, he takes a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive bud.
You gasp, arching into him as pleasure courses through you. Your fingers tangle in his hair, holding him close as he lavishes attention on your breasts. His hand slides down the expanse of your stomach, teasing along your inner thigh before finally touching where you need him most.
A moan escapes your lips as his fingers explore your wet folds. He groans against your skin, clearly pleased by how aroused you are for him.
âSo wet for me already?â His thumb finds your clit, circling it slowly as he slides a finger inside you.
âAh!â you gasp, hips bucking against his hand. The dual sensation of his fingers working you and his mouth on your breast is overwhelming.
Namjoon lifts his head, eyes dark with lust as he watches you writhe underneath his touch. He adds a second finger, curling them inside you as his thumb continues its maddening circles.
âThatâs it, baby.â
Your body arches off the bed as pleasure builds within you. Namjoonâs skilled fingers work you closer and closer to the edge, but itâs not enough. You need more. You need him. Inside you.
âJoon,â you pant, tugging at his hair to get his attention. You no longer care about your pride. âPlease, I need you inside me.â
He looks up, shaking his head. âNot yet, baby,â he says, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. âI want to taste you first.â
Before you can say anything, his mouth is on you, tongue laving through your folds. You cry out, hands fisting in the sheets as he devours you. You moan louder, uninhibited, as he brings you closer to the edge. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin.
âPlease,â you whimper, not even sure what youâre begging for.
He seems to understand, and with a final, deep thrust of his fingers, he withdraws them, leaving you aching and empty.
Fucking Namjoon. Of course, he doesnât finish the job.
Thereâs a devious smirk on his face. He knows what heâs doing.
He removes his briefs, his impressive length springing free. You reach for him, wrapping your hand around his length and giving him a few slow strokes.
Namjoon groans at your touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. You flick your tongue before kissing the tip of his cock. Your lips wrap around him, taking him deeper, savoring the weight of him on your tongue. His hands tangle in your hair as you bob your head, alternating between long, slow strokes and quick, teasing licks.
âFuck,â he groans, his hips jerking slightly. âYour mouth feels so good, baby.â
You hum around him, the vibrations making him shudder. His grip on your hair tightens, guiding your movements as you continue to pleasure him. You can feel him getting closer, his breathing becoming more ragged.
Just as you think he might finish, your pace fastens.
âBaby, baby, babyâŚâ Namjoon stutters.
You continue to bring him to the brink before he has to pull away, making you pop off.
âYouâre gonna be the death of me,â he rasps, leaning down to kiss you.
You can still taste yourself on his tongue, and it only heightens your arousal. Your hands roam his broad back, feeling the muscles beneath your fingertips.
âCondom?â he asks against your lips.
âIâm on the pill,â you breathe. âI want to feel all of you.â
Itâs risky, you know that, but Namjoon is a risk youâre willing to take.
He groans, his forehead resting against yours. âAre you sure?â
You nod, pulling him closer. âI trust you.â
His eyes soften at your words because he knows you donât give away your trust so easily.
He leans down, capturing your lips in a deep kiss, pouring every ounce of his emotion into it. You feel the head of his cock pressing against your entrance, and you arch your hips, begging him to hurry.
You both moan into the kiss, overwhelmed by the sensation when he finally pushes into you.
âFuckââ he mutters. He pauses for a moment, his breaths slowing down. He knows he needs to pace himself or he wonât last long.
You wrap your legs around his waist, urging him deeper. Namjoon groans, burying his face in your neck as he begins to move. His thrusts are slow at first letting you adjust to his size, but soon pick up pace as your bodies find their rhythm.
âCould do this forever if you let meâ he pants against your skin, nipping at your pulse point.
âShut up.â
âDon't deny it, darling,â he persists with his teasing.
âJoonâshush!â You pull him down, crashing your lips against his, then you throw your head back, lost in the pleasure of having him inside you. Your nails rake down his back as he hits a particularly sensitive spot, causing him to hiss and thrust harder.
âRight thereââ you gasp, holding in the moan you want to let out.
âLet me hear you,â he rasps.
Namjoon lifts his head, his dark eyes locking with yours as he continues to buck into you. The room fills with the sound of your moans, and the slap of skin on skin as he picks up the pace.
âFaster,â you plead, digging your heels into his lower back.
He obliges, his hips snapping against yours with increased fervor. The change in angle causes him to hit that spot deep inside you, making you roll your eyes back. Itâs as if youâre flying through space, seeing stars go by as he pounds into you.
You feel the familiar tension building in your core, your body tightening around him. Namjoon seems to sense your approaching climax, his movements becoming more focused and deliberate.
âThatâs it, baby,â he encourages, his voice strained with his own impending release. âCome for me.â
The pleasure builds inside you, coiling tighter and tighter with each thrust. Namjoonâs movements become more erratic, his breathing ragged against your neck.
âJoon,â you moan. âIâm so closeâŚâ
His hand snakes between your bodies, finding your sensitive bud and rubbing tight circles. The added stimulation pushes you over the edge, and you cry out his name as waves of pleasure crash over you.
Your walls clench around him, and Namjoon groans deeply, his rhythm faltering. With a few more thrusts, he buries himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he finds his own release.
For a moment, you lie there, panting and intertwined. Namjoonâs weight on top of you is comforting, grounding.
But the moment doesnât last long.
Thereâs a loud smack.
âOw!â Namjoon exclaims, rubbing his shoulder as he rolls on the bed, laying next to you. âWhat was that for?â
âAs if you donât know!â You roll over, facing away from him.
He cuddles you from behind. âIs it because I didnât let you finish?â
Your non-answer speaks volumes.
Namjoon chuckles, throwing himself back on the bed. âYou said you wanted me inside you. I was only doing what you asked. Am I wrong?â
You turn to him. âI hate youâŚâ you say, in a sing-song voice.
He pulls you on top of him. âOh, it didnât sound like you hated me earlier.â
âShut up.â
âMake me,â he threatens, propping himself up on his elbows.
âGladly,â you quip before kissing him.
Youâre beginning to wonder if these late nights should move back to the office, so you donât always end up sleeping with him. Regardless, youâre sure Namjoon will push his luck.
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Captured Moments â Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader
Summary: Daemon has to go on a business trip again. You hate it every time he leaves you alone for a long time. But to make his alone time special, you plan to make him a little film.
Pairing: Modern Daemon Targaryen x fem!reader
Warnings: Smut; 18+; NSFW; Fingering; Dirty Talk; Sex (p in v)
Authorâs note:
This is my last story for this year's Smuffmas Challenge. It was great fun creating all these little stories and reading your comments on my stories. Thanks for reading!
I hope you'll also like my last Daemon story.
Word count: 2.2 k
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12 Days of Smuff
Daemon is a man of many complexities. With the sleek, tailored suits he wore to business meetings, you almost forget that there is a certain fire beneath his cool exterior. He isnât the kind of man to show his emotions easily, nor was he the type to stand still when there is a task to be done. But when he is with you, all of that seems to melt away.
But now, you are facing the reality of his business trip. The one he has to leave for so soon. You donât know how long heâd be gone, and that is the hardest part. He would normally give you exact dates and let you in on his plans. Usually to rant about his business partners. But this time, he didn't know how long he would be gone. And you hated it. You hate the uncertainty, you hate the distance that it created. And yet you know he has no choice. Duty, work, all of it⌠it doesn't make it any easer though.
You are in your bedroom now, your mind racing. The soft lighting in the room creats a sensual atmosphere, and as you gaze at the old camera on the dresser, the thought of giving Daemon a farewell gift consumes you. You arenât the type to be overtly emotional, but this is different. You want to leave a piece of you with him, something tangible. Something to make him smile when he is far away.
You move to the bed, your fingers grazing the smooth silk sheets. Carefully, you strip out of your clothes, leaving only your lingerieâa white lace that clings to your skin, accentuating your curves. You arenât trying to seduce him in the usual way; no, this is different. This is something deeper. You are offering him a part of yourself, a memory of you when the distance felt too much to bear.
You take a deep breath, adjusting the camera just so, making sure it has the right angle. This is the first time you are doing something like this, and a slight nervousness creeps in. But you push it down, telling yourself that Daemon would love it. After all, he appreciates the unconventional, the unexpected. You are certain this would be something that would make him smile when he was alone in some hotel room, far away.
The camera rolls as you lie back, eyes fluttering close for a moment as you imagine his reaction. You shift slightly, adjusting your position, arching your back slightly so the lace clung to you even more. You want him to feel your presence when he watches this. You want to be in his thoughts, every moment, every second.
What you didnât realize was that Daemon was already closer than you thought.
Daemon is walking down the hallway when he hears a faint sound. He knows you are in the bedroom, but he hadn't expected this. Curiosity draws him closer, each step silent as he approaches the door. He peers through the crack, his heart beating slightly faster as he sees you lying there on the bed, dressed in nothing but lace and silk, the camera trained on you.
He grins. The look on your faceâsoft, sensual, and unawareâmake something deep inside him stir. You have no idea he is watching.
His breathing slows as he leans against the doorframe, unable to avert his gaze. The way you move, the way the fabric of your underwear caresses your body, it's like a slow, seductive dance just for him. His eyes take in every detail, the way your chest rises and falls with each breath, the softness of your skin, without you noticing his presence. He feels his desire stirring, his length twitching.
Daemon is just standing in the doorway watching you. Your eyes are closed as your fingers glide over your body and you sigh softly. Do you imagine that they are his fingers? He feels his member twitch slightly again, but he just watches you. Your fingers glide over the fabric of your panties and you sigh again. You press against the fabric and he knows you are pressing against your bundle of nerves. Your hips move slightly as your fingers glide over the fabric in circles. The camera captures everything, every sigh and soft whimper as your fingers pick up speed.
He knows it is wrong to just stand there, to not make his presence known, but a thrill ran through him. He lets himself enjoy the momentâbefore stepping forward, slowly, deliberately.
With a deep breath, Daemon walks into the room, his footsteps silent as he approachs the bed. They haven't noticed him yet, but the air has changed as soon as he walks further into the room.
The cool confidence in his stride, the intensity of his presenceâit is impossible to ignore. Slowly, he enters the room and watches you closely, but you don't notice. âAre you already preparing for my absence?â His deep voice suddenly sounds. Your eyes flutter open and you gasp, "Daemon!" You sit up slightly and breathe a little heavily. âNo, no... don't let me disturb you, go on,â he encourages you with a small smile around his lips.
âI wanted it to be a surprise for you!â you pout a little. âOh believe me, this is a surprise,â he says and starts to unbutton his pants. âDaemon...â you start, but you can already feel the throbbing intensify between your thighs.
âAnd where did you dig that thing up?â he mumbles, while his pants slide down and he tilts his head in the direction of the camera. But you don't answer immediately, your attention is focused on his boxer shorts, which are already sliding towards the floor. His hardness springs free and the throbbing between your thighs becomes unbearable. You squeeze your thighs together. âI wanted you to have something to take with you on your business trip...â you say, earning a chuckle from Daemon as you let yourself fall back onto the mattress. âWell, I could watch a video of me keeping you company instead,â he mumbles and crawls onto the bed. âWhat...?â you start, but then you understand, âOoohâŚâ you say.
But then he grabs you by the back of your knees and pulls you towards him. You let out a small squeak, but you can't stop smiling. Your legs wrap around his waist as if by themselves and you pull him closer. His scent envelops you as you press your face into his neck â his growl fills the room as he grinds his length against your core.
Your teeth dig lightly into his skin as his hip grinds against you in rhythm. His eyes flashing with primal desire,âGet them off, â he mutters. Slowly, torturously, he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties and begins to drag them down your thighs, exposing your most intimate area to his hungry gaze.
He tosses your discarded underwear aside carelessly. His large hands skim up your sides, pushing your lingerie up to reveal the soft swell of your breasts.
Leaning down, he captures one pebbled nipple between his teeth, suckling and nibbling as his fingers find your slick folds, stroking teasingly. "So wet already, just for me... I bet this tight little cunt is aching to be filled, isn't it baby?".
You just whimper, ending in a desperate moan, your back arching slightly as Daemon teases your nipple with his teeth and tongue.
He smirks wickedly at your breathy moan, reveling in the power he holds over your pleasure. Slowly, deliberately, he sinks two long fingers knuckle-deep into your sopping wet heat, pumping them in and out at a maddeningly slow pace
"Fuck, you're dripping, babe," he groans, curling his fingers to stroke that sensitive spot inside you. "This greedy cunt is sucking me in, like it never wants to let go."
His thumb finds your clit, circling the swollen nub in tight, fast circles as he increases the speed of his thrusting fingers. Leaning down, he laves his tongue over your neglected nipple again before drawing it into his mouth to suck hard, which makes you moan.
"That's it, let me hear those pretty noises," he demands huskily against your breast.
Releasing your nipple with a wet pop, he starts trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, occasionally grazing his teeth over your racing pulse point.
"I'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he moans and you whimper in reply, your hips moving against his fingers as you want to feel him deeper inside you.
He just smirks wickedly at your wanton response, enjoying the sight of you writhing beneath him, flushed and panting with need. Sliding his two long fingers deeper inside your dripping channel, he curls them just right, rubbing against that sensitive spot within. Your pussy is dripping and you feel your walls flutter around his fingers. Daemon's teeth dig into the soft skin of your neck and you moan out again.
"Mmmm, such a responsive little thing you are," he groans approvingly, pumping his digits slowly. "Clenching so greedily around my fingers, like this greedy cunt is starving for my cock."
And in that moment, Daemon pulls his fingers out of your dripping heat. You whimper in protest and look up at him as he sits up slightly. He grins cheekily as he sees you lying there, breathing heavily and spread for him.
He fists his length in his hand, pumping it a few times, your slick on his fingers aiding the motion. You watch his long and thick manhood as he strokes it, and your pussy clenches around nothing. Even in the dim light of the room, you can see a pearly bead of liquid forming at the tip, and you bite your lip in anticipation. He grunts as he fucks his fist, biting his lip as well as his eyes roam over your naked form.
He leans down again, letting the tip slide through your pussy and you whimper again as he thrusts shallowly against your opening. You try to push your hips towards him because you finally want to feel him inside you.
A stifled groan escapes his lips as you grind your folds against his cock.
âSo impatient,â he murmurs, but then he gives in and you feel the stretch. You gasp as he penetrates deeper inch by inch. He growls as he feels your pussy clench and pushes deeper. The way your walls wrap around his shaft, drawing him deeper and deeper inside until his swollen tip presses against your cervix. You're so tight and wet, you're leaking all over his cock.
He gives you a moment to adjust to his size before he slides out almost completely and then pushes into you again. His thrusts get faster and harder, making you moan and gasp. His balls slap against your ass with every powerful thrust. The tip of his cock hits your cervix with more force and you cry out slightly. The bed creaks with every movement and your back arches slightly, wanting to feel him deeper. When Daemon suddenly grabs your legs and puts them over his shoulders. You gasp and look at him, but before you can react, he slides back into your pussy. You moan and your eyes roll back into your head. Daemon growls, he feels your pussy fluttering around his cock. He thrusts deeper into your heat, leaning forward a little to make you scream. âDaemon!â you scream, and he grunts. He stretches you out, deepening the angle even more. âYES! Let me hear how deep you need it!â he grunts.
He pulls out for merely a second before slamming back in with full force, electrifying every nerve in your body and coaxing more sounds out of you. Your legs are still over his shoulder, he has a firm grip on you while he fucks hard into you. Tears form in your eyes as Daemon holds your thighs. His grunts get louder and louder as he feels your pussy start to milk his cock.
He can feel how close you are and his fingers glide to your clit. He rubs your clit wildly, playing with your clit, his fingers drenched from your slick, making you see stars while you clench hard around him. âCome on, come on my cock!â he growls and you whimper as he thrusts deeper and you can't hold back anymore. You come and feel your orgasm rush through your body as you moan. Your pussy clenching hard around his cock and he grunts. He slides in and out until he spills his hot seed within your clenching cunt. He cums hard, his cock throbbing inside you with abandon as he grunts and groans. Part of him delights in the thought of marking you, of filling you with a hot, sticky reminder of him.
His motion becomes sloppy and he growls until every drop is milked from his cock.
You are breathing heavily, your eyes are closed. Daemon lets your legs slide off his shoulders before he leans down and kisses you. Almost gently, in contrast to the previous moment. After he breaks the kiss, your eyes fall back on the camera that has captured all this. But before you can say anything, you hear Daemon's hoarse voice. âNow I have a great video for those lonely moments,â he murmurs against your skin and you giggle slightly.
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Most Wonderful Time of the Year
Summary: Straw Hat Christmas parties are always large events, but you wish Sanji would stop and join you all for more than a few minutes at a time.
Note: Just another with a small moment in it, I couldn't help myself but to do it with Sanji. :)
Youâve known from the start that when the Straw Hats party, they party and itâs always a big event, no matter what the reason for it. Itâs a given that whatever you might be partying about, thereâs going to be copious amounts of food and drink, all prepared by your crewâs amazing chef.
It seems like Sanji never gets to take a break, youâve always hated that part about these parties, despite loving his food. You wish heâd take a break, join you all out on the deck for more than a few minutes at a time, only to hurry back to the kitchen for whatever he was cooking. You hated watching him start to relax only to be dragged back in there, even if the kitchen was almost a safe haven for Sanji, he deserved to take a proper break like the rest of you.
Itâs not even that Luffy has asked for more food in the last hour, thereâs plenty made, but Sanji knows your captain will be asking for more later, heâs trying to keep ahead and itâs leaving him without a moment to breathe anymore.
You hate watching him do this to himself, overworking even when he should be taking a break. When you see Sanji go back into the kitchen, after leaving for not even five minutes, you huff and lean against Nami, making her raise an eyebrow at you.
âWhatâs gotten to you?â
You nod your head towards the kitchen and she knows what youâre saying without a word, Nami sighs and shakes her head.
âEver the one serve without a breakâŚmaybe heâd come relax for a while if you talked to him.
âWhy would he listen to me? I think youâd be the better option, Nami.â
Nami rolls her eyes, pushing you off her lightly and towards the kitchen.
âNo, definitely you. Go get him out here already!â
Youâre confused but do as Nami says, heading for the kitchen with every intention of bringing Sanji back out on deck with you. You have a slight idea that Nami knows something you donât, or sheâs seen how Sanji seems to go with you no matter what youâre doing or where youâre going, though you donât think thereâs anything more there.
You slip into the kitchen easily, Sanji normal leaves the door unlocked when heâs working in there anyway, especially if you, Nami, or Robin need anything. When you get in there you smile to yourself seeing Sanji is relaxing a bit, heâs taken a break probably while something is in the oven, sitting the table with his head in his arms on the table, like heâs trying to fall asleep. Youâve caught Sanji sleeping like this before late in the evenings after dinner, always deciding to surprise him by wrapping your arms around his shoulders from behind and convincing him to go on to bed. Of course itâs how you decide to try and get him to join the rest of you, heâs not even surprised when you do it, Sanjiâs so used to you coming to get him at anytime of day now.
âSanji, come take a break with us! Youâve been doing too much for this party.â
âI will,â Sanji sighs and pats one of your hands, making you frown when he goes to get up again, âI just wantââ
âNo, now, Sanji,â you grab his hand to keep him from going back to the oven,  causing him to give you a confused look, âPlease. You deserve to take some time off just like the rest of usâŚthings can wait until later.â
Sanji knows that youâre right, he gets that, and he wants to keep working so all of you had enough to eat and drink. Heâs aware that itâs not exactly a healthy work ethic, but itâs all heâs ever known. Heâd rather have everything ready before he takes a break, even with you giving him the look that always makes him give into what you want.
âIts fine, you knowâŚI donât mind working if it means you all get to relax.â
âBut everyone wants you out there already!â
âEveryone, huh?â
âHmm,â pretending to think, you glance away briefly as Sanji laughs a bit with a nod. âMaybe Zoro doesnât care, butâŚI want you to come join us alreadyâŚâ
Thereâs just a moment before Sanji sighs with a nod, you grinning as he turns around to turn the oven off, removing whatever was in it and taking off his apron. You give him a tight hug when he comes over to you, Sanji kisses the top of your head in return before pulling away and taking your hands.
âWell, letâs go back to everyone then, yeah?â
âYeah, letâs do that!â
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late nights â bang chan, hyunjin, wooyoung, and niki. âĄ
it feels so good to be seen and loved, especially after an exhausting day.
bang chan
truthfully, you donât even know how you made it here in one pieceâhere, being chrisâ studio. utterly exhausted doesnât even begin to cover it, but the day is finally over, and youâre holding onto that small grace. not like you have much of a choice, right?
your eyes flutter shut for just a second as you lean against the door, the light thud startling you back to the moment. you laugh quietly at yourself, embarrassed by how ready your body was to believe this was the end of the day, before finally pushing the door open.
you and chris share the same curse: you work too hard, and far too much. so, it doesnât surprise you to see him exactly as you left him this morningâheadphones on, hunched over his computer, eyes flickering across the screen. even from the doorway, you can hear the bass pumping loud enough to feel it in your chest.
you werenât planning on saying anything. the couch beside his desk had your name written all over it, and all you wanted was to curl up and let sleep take over until he was ready to leave. but somehow, you find enough strength to call out to him.
âbaby.â
itâs almost immediate, the way his head snaps toward you, his eyes softening as soon as they land on yours. itâs like youâre the only thing in the world that matters. his headphones are off in seconds, tossed carelessly onto the desk. that alone tells you everythingâhe must think you look even worse than you feel.
he doesnât say anything, just opens his arms wide, inviting you in. and how could you ever say no to him? you drag your feet across the room, collapsing into his lap without a second thought. his arms wrap around you tightly, and for the first time all day, you feel like you can finally exhale.
âyou had a long day, didnât you?â he murmurs, lips brushing your ear before pressing a soft kiss there.
all you can do is nod, burying yourself deeper into his neck. he smells just like he did this morning, warm and familiar, and it makes your chest ache in the best way. neither of you moves for what feels like forever, but itâs the kind of forever you could get used to. his touch says everything words canâtâhow much he missed you, how much he hates seeing you this tired, how much he loves you.
you want to tell him you should go home, that you need a proper bed, but you canât. you know how important his work is, and youâd never forgive yourself for making him feel guilty about staying.
but then his voice breaks the silence, low and soft. âi think iâm done for the night.â
your head snaps up, searching his face for any sign heâs joking. âno, baby. iâm fine. keep working,â you say quickly, even as your body betrays you and leans back into his chest. the guilt creeps up before you can stop it.
his thumb brushes your cheek, and his eyes lock on yours with so much tenderness it nearly knocks the wind out of you. âthe only thing i want to do is go home, run you a bath, and hold you while you fall asleep. this can wait until tomorrow. youâre the most important thing to me, and i need you to know that.â
he kisses you softly, and when he pulls back, thereâs a smile tugging at his lips. âbesides,â he adds with a wink, âif i donât take care of you, whoâs going to remind me to take care of myself?â
hyunjin
you and your man were both terribly sleepy babies. no matter how hard you tried to stay awake for each other on late nights, one of you always gave in first. it was a routine by now: a simple âi love youâ text signaling surrender to the pull of a memory foam mattress or an irresistibly soft couch. there was never any guilt, just understanding.
but this month? this month has been unrelenting. youâve been in full girl boss mode, pushing through deadlines and back-to-back meetings, while hyunjin has been caught up in the chaos of a comeback. you canât even remember the last time you sat down together for dinner, watched a show, or just existed in the same moment. you miss it. you miss him.
when his schedule was calmer, hyunjin stayed with you as much as he could. but now, the dorm has him locked down. as you punch in your door code, you sigh, already feeling the emptiness of your apartment. you wish he were hereâeven if it meant finding him passed out on the couch, mouth slightly open, barely coherent as you whispered him awake and tugged him to bed
tonight, though, thereâs no detour. no lingering in the kitchen or collapsing on the couch. you head straight to your room, already peeling off your jacket as you close the door behind you. exhaustion weighs heavy on you, but something feels⌠off.
your heart stutters. someoneâs here.
you freeze. open your eyes, idiot, you scold yourself. slowly, you do, and your breath catches in your throat
there, glowing like a dream, stands hyunjin. a bouquet of roses in one hand and a bottle of wine in the other, his smile stretching so wide his eyes crinkle shut. heâs radiant, like he stepped out of your imagination, but heâs real.
âbaby,â you whisper, your voice trembling with disbelief. âwhat⌠how are you here? i thoughtââ
you donât get the words out, too stunned to string them together. he steps closer, slow and steady, placing the roses and wine into your hands before cupping your face and kissing you, soft and sure. his lips feel like coming home
âi missed you,â he murmurs, his voice low and warm against your ear. âitâs been hell not being able to see you, touch you, hold you. iâve been trying so hard to wait, but when i called you this morning and heard how tired you sounded⌠i had to be here. i couldnât let you come home to an empty apartment tonight.
you melt into his arms, burying your face in his chest as his words sink in. âi knew it,â you say suddenly, pulling back just enough to meet his eyes, a teasing smirk spreading across your face. âyou really canât stay away from me. iâm irresistible, huh?â
he bursts out laughing, the sound warm and rich, making his whole body shake as he leans his forehead against yours. âshut up,â he grins, but his eyes are so full of love you can feel it in your bones.
The he cups your face again, pressing his lips back to yours in a kiss that feels like a promise. this one is differentâhungrier, deeper, filled with everything heâs been holding back. his right hand gently takes the flowers and wine from you, tossing them onto the couch as if theyâre the least important thing in the world.
âyouâve been stressed too, baby,â you murmur between kisses, your hands sliding up his chest as he pulls you closer. âyou want me to make it better? take your mind off everything?â
âplease,â he breathes, the single word trembling with desperation.
and thatâs all it takes for the two of you to let go of everything elseâthe stress, the distance, the long days apart. tonight, itâs just you and him.
wooyoung
i know that the last conversation we had didnât end on a good note. and i know youâre still trying to process everything going on with us and probably donât want to see me. but I canât help but feel like youâre exhausted and need something to take your mind off of everything you have going on right now. regardless of what weâre going through rn, i love you and Iâll always be here to make things better.
your heart aches as you read wooyoungâs text.
iâm outside. take your time. iâll wait for you.
you didnât think youâd hear from him tonightânot after the way your last conversation had ended. but thatâs wooyoung, always showing up when you need him most, even when things between you feel fragile and uncertain.
you grab your jacket and step outside, the chill in the air catching you off guard. but then you see him, leaning against his car with his arms crossed, his hair a little messy, his expression soft despite the exhaustion etched into it.
his eyes meet yours, and for a moment, it feels like the world stills.
without a word, he opens the car door for you. as you slide into the passenger seat, you feel the familiar warmth of his presence settle over you like a blanket. he gets in, shutting the door gently, and the two of you sit there, bathed in the soft glow of the dashboard lights.
âyou didnât have to come,â you whisper, your voice barely audible.
he turns to you, his gaze steady, his hand already reaching for yours. âyes, i did.â his tone is quiet but firm, like he needs you to believe it
his thumb rubs gentle circles against your skin, and itâs enough to unravel the tight knot in your chest.
âi know itâs been rough lately,â he says softly, his voice thick with emotion. âbut no matter what weâre going through, i canât stand the thought of you sitting at home feeling this way. you donât have to go through this alone. iâm here. always.â
you close your eyes, his words sinking into the deepest parts of you.
he leans over, pulling you into his arms, and itâs like youâre a piece of a puzzle snapping into place. his embrace is so warm, so full of everything he canât quite say, and you donât realize how much you needed it until youâre here, breathing him in.
âyouâre freezing,â he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your temple. âi shouldâve brought a blanket.â
you let out a soft laugh, your breath brushing against his collarbone. âyouâre the blanket.â
he smiles against your hair, holding you a little tighter. âgood. then iâm not letting go.â
for a long time, you just sit there, his arms wrapped around you, his hand gently tracing soothing patterns along your back. itâs so quiet, but the silence is full of himâhis love, his care, his determination to make sure you feel safe, even when things between you arenât perfect.
âthank you for coming,â you whisper after a while, your voice muffled against his chest.
âiâll always come,â he replies, his lips brushing against your forehead. âno matter whatâs happening. youâre my person.â
you pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes meeting his, and in that moment, it feels like everything might actually be okay. whatever else you have to figure out, whatever else you have to say, you can face it together.
for now, this is enough. this is everything.
niki
the studio was quiet now, the kind of quiet that made you feel how tired you really were. your body ached, your mind felt heavy, and the only thing keeping you upright was the cool press of the mirror at your back.
you closed your eyes, just for a second, and let out a sigh.
âyou always look like youâre about to fall apart after practice,â a familiar voice teased, pulling you out of your thoughts.
your eyes snapped open, and when you saw him standing there in the doorway, you actually laughed out loud.
âniki?â you said, your voice pitching higher in disbelief. âwhat theâhow did you even get in here?â
he grinned, leaning against the doorframe like he owned the place, hands stuffed casually into his hoodie pockets. âi have my ways.â
âyour ways?â you repeated, still laughing, though your exhaustion made it sound a little delirious. âwhat, did you sneak past security?â
he shrugged, his grin widening. âyouâd be surprised what a little charm can do.â
âyouâre ridiculous,â you muttered, shaking your head, though you couldnât stop the smile tugging at your lips.
niki stepped into the room then, pulling a takeout bag from behind his back like it was some big reveal. âanyway, i figured you might be hungry. you were going on and on about this the other day, soâŚâ
you blinked at him, your chest tightening. âyou remembered that?â
niki rolled his eyes, but there was a hint of a blush creeping up his neck. âobviously. iâm not as clueless as you think.â
he walked over and sat down beside you, his legs stretching out across the floor. the bag landed in your lap, and the smell alone was enough to make your stomach growl.
âyou didnât have to,â you murmured, though you were already pulling the container out.
âyeah, well,â he said, leaning back against the mirror with a shrug, âi wanted to.â
you looked at him, really looked at him, and for a moment, you forgot how exhausted you were. his face was calm, but his eyes were soft, like he was seeing you in a way no one else ever had.
âthanks, niki,â you said quietly.
he waved it off like it was nothing, but the tips of his ears were pink, and you knew him well enough to know what that meant.
âyou worked hard today,â he said after a beat, his voice softer now. âbut you always do.â
you smiled, but it felt bittersweet. âsometimes it doesnât feel like enough.â
nikiâs gaze sharpened, and he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. âit is,â he said firmly. âyou are.â
the words hung in the air, heavy and meaningful, and you didnât know what to say. so you didnât. you just opened the container, took a bite, and let the warmth of the foodâand his presenceâmelt away the edges of your day.
he didnât say anything else, just stayed there beside you, close enough that your shoulders brushed when one of you moved.
and maybe you were both too scared to say it out loud, too scared to ruin whatever this was, but in that moment, you knew: he was your safe place. and maybe, just maybe, you were his too.
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Their to-do list this Christmas (Christmas Special) âď¸
Xavier
Give her a new nickname
Feed the yellow bird
Wrap her gift
Remember to poke breathing holes in the gift box N the wrapping this time
Prepare 9.5 inch hole in the garden just in case bunny cpr fails again
Eat hotpot with her
Ask her who is Thomas
Ask her who is Zayne
Tell her we can take it (we can't)
Give her the bunny
If there is no more bunny, go see fireworks
Kiss her goodnight
Watch her smile
Sleep
Zayne
Surgery #1 @ 9.30am.
Surgery #2 @ 11am.
Be home by 12pm.
Shower.
Wear the scarf she gave me.
Answer her daily 2pm text.
Eat chocolate in the fridge.
Take away her candy.
Feed Clopidogrel.
Meet her for dinner.
Give her the carrots.
Gift her the mini seal plush.
Pet her head.
Hold her hand.
Kiss her goodnight.
I love her.
Rafayel
text her gdmorning call her pretty smack noisy seagulls do opera with seagulls glare at annoying crab check if she texted back do hair check phone again stare aimlessly at the wall until she texts back tell her you were on an artistic endeavour(so you look cool) bread is on the right, eraser on the left(do not panic if we messed up, bread is edible) meet her at cafe she likes give her the best gift- our company dodge cute stare pat her head smile wait for her to melt kiss her forehead stargazing w her <3
Sylus
Send Mephisto out to check on her.
Send her the meeting address.
Ignore questions.
Make sure the twins dont see me leave base.
Knock out Street 57 guy in stupid green raincoat
Pick up sweeties backup gift.
Tease her
Indirectly tell her i like her outfit
Give her the og gift.
Wait for her reaction.
If she hates it throw it away immediately. I will never knit again.
Give backup gift.
If she hates my backup gift, blame Kieran for swapping out the gifts.
Leave.
Joyride with sweetie.
-ËËâââââ *:シďžâ§*:シďžâ§ŕźś
A/N : late Christmas special uhmmmm. First time writing for LADS yay
Anyways I hope I didn't get personalities wrong
Please leave a note :p
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Can you write something for Lorenzo Berkshire and have it be where he love it when you wear pink? Like itâs his favorite color on you! Like one day when yâall are in his or your room and yâall are making out and then he sees you wearing a pink bra and then he checks to see if itâs a set and it is! So then it just leads to smut! If you donât want to write this Iâd understand.
AHHHHH omg the fact that i got this the SAME day i dressed up in all pink to go watch wicked is INSANE (wicked is absolutely amazing btw) like full glinda coded eyeshadow and pink eyeliner and everything. also i am sick (AGAIN, ive quite literally been sick constantly for the past 3 months bc my immune system might as well not exist)
anyways i hope this is good enough pooks
Favorite Color
(on his favorite girl)
bf!lorenzo berkshire x f!reader
WARNINGS: smut, unprotected p in v, fingering, ummm biting?, whipped Lorenzo, not proofread, lowkey not Toxic!Lorenzo??? SUMMARY: Lorenzo's favorite color was famously red. But on you? Pink all the way.
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"Hey, princess- okay then." Lorenzo stopped in the doorway, his hands up as he dodged the shoe you threw in his direction. "Why're you so pissed off, hm?"
You groaned out incoherent swears at him before flopping over onto your back, leaving you bed sheets warm where you had been. "What do you want?"
"To spend time with my beautiful sweet girlfriend and find out who pissed in her tea?" He questioned as he took a careful step forward. "What can I do, honey?"
"I don't know." You mumbled with a heavy sigh. "Don't hate me, but I don't think I wanna do date night out tonight."
Lorenzo took another few steps before sitting down at the edge of the bed, his thumb delicately brushing your cheek.
"I'd never hate you. You sure you don't want to go out? I know you love getting all dressed up to show off."
You watched him carefully as his fingers traced over your t-shirt. You'd gotten half way ready, your hair and makeup done perfectly, before you realized that not only was your dress in need to be washed, but it was pouring out, and your picnic date was a complete waste.
Lorenzo, of course, was quick to call and ask if you wanted to just go get dinner at a restaurant instead, to which you agreed. But, none of your other clothes seemed good enough, and to make matters even worse, you found out last minute that you flunked on an important Potion's exam.
"I don't even have anything to wear," You complained quietly, resting your head on his thigh and tugging the blankets back up so you'd stay warm.
He looked over at the piles of clothes thrown everywhere, but like a smart man, didn't say anything.
"Can we just stay in tonight?"
"Of course,"
"That is not realistic, I mean, who the hell stabs someone like that? And- and blood doesn't just spurt our like that unless you hit an artery." Lorenzo tutted, still tracing circles on your shoulder with the tip of his index finger. "That's just not how it works."
You looked up at him with furrowed brows, your head rested on his chest as you watched the horror movie on the screen with your boyfriend. "Why the hell do you suddenly know so much about the logics of stabbing? Should I be concerned, Enzo?"
"No, I'm just saying. There's science behind this stuff, and if the were really that interested in spending what I assume to be millions on making this movie, you'd think they would at least put a little research into it."
"You're psychotic."
"It turns you on, though." He looked down at you as he wiggled his eyebrows jokingly.
You rolled your eyes with a smile and turned back to the television and watched as the killer proceeded to drag the protagonists dead body towards the woods.
"Deny it, maybe?"
You burst out laughing and looked up at Enzo who was watching you with a mixture of concern and amusement. "Oh, baby, I'm not denying shit."
Lorenzo's brown eyes stared down at you with a sparkle you could recognize from a mile away, his lips brushing up into a smirk.
"Enzo," You whispered, fully intending to spur him on.
His lips immediately crashed to yours, his hands tugging you closer as yours went to his hair.
You let out a soft sigh, eliciting a quiet groan from Lorenzo as he seemed to try to pull you impossibly closer to him. You could feel him already touching all over you, exploring every inch of your body as if it was his first time near a woman.
Still continuing your quickly escalating make-out session, he maneuvered the two of you so he was propped up over your body, his teeth nipping at you bottom lip before his tongue met yours in a familiar dance.
His hands came back to your hair, stroking over it as you pulled at him, both of you already breathing heavily into each other's mouths, gasping in each other's air as it got hotter.
And because Lorenzo would rather die than do it himself, you gently pushed him up so the two of you could breathe properly for a moment, his wild eyes staring down into yours as he gasped for breath, his lips swollen and wet as he grinned.
"Go lock the door," You murmured, four words that drove him mad, quickly scrambling off of you and practically running to the door as he fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.
If only he'd put as much effort into his school work as he did locking the door when you'd ask.
You sat up slightly, pulling the oversized t-shirt over your head to reveal the pink lace bra you'd planned to wear for your restaurant date.
Lorenzo shuddered out a breath as his eyes dropped to the bra, lips parted slightly as his eyes softened. "Fucking hell,"
His gaze hovered over your breasts before looking up at you with a questioning whisper, "Is it?"
"Why don't you come see for yourself?" You grabbed his belt loop with your middle finger, pulling him over to you before rejoining your lips with his as he climbed back over you, smiling into the kiss as you lifted your hips to help as he slowly pulled down your shorts.
You watched as his eyes darkened at the sight of your matching pink panties, Enzo's fingers rubbing slow circles on your clit over the fabric as you let out a soft sigh of relief.
"I don't think I tell you enough how beautiful you are." He mumbled against your lips as he slowly pushed the fabric of your panties to the side and easily pushed two fingers into you.
You let out a gasping moan, pulling on his hair as he curled his fingers hard inside of you, picking up the pace as flashes of heat grew all over your body in pulses.
"Enzo- shit- fuck me, please just-" You cut off with a whimper. "Just fuck me already." You practically pleaded as your eyes welled up with tears at the pleasure of his fingers curling perfectly inside you, his thumb starting up rough circles on your clit.
Lorenzo must have been like a dog in heat tonight, because he was clearly too desperate to make you beg, instead just undoing his belt and pulling off his pants and boxers faster than you'd ever seen him before.
His tip pressed against your entrance as he rested his forehead against yours, letting out a groan as he slipped in, your back arching at the perfect fit.
"Oh, fuck, Enzo," You breathed, arms wrapping over your shoulders as he started slowly thrusting in and out of you.
He buried his face into the crook of your neck, gently biting at your flesh as he sped up. "You feel so good, princess."
Your head tipped back as you felt his fingers speeding up as they circled your clit again, making the knot in your stomach form far faster than usual.
You pressed your hips back against his, meeting it time with his thrusts and pushing him deeper inside of you as you listened to his moans pressed into your skin, your own mouth agape as you whined at the sharp tug of your skin between his teeth.
"Oh, Gods, Enzo- Enzo, I'm so fucking close." You moaned into his hair, nails digging into his tensed back as you closed your eyes, legs shaking slightly.
"C'mon, I've got you." He pulled away from your neck, kissing the corner of your mouth. "I am too."
With one more thrust you tipped over the edge, vision going blank as you gave way to the waves of please, heat coursing through your body as if your blood was replaced with lava, chest heaving as tears slipped past your waterline, rolling down your cheeks before Lorenzo gently kissed them away.
You wrapped your legs tighter around Lorenzo as he was about to pull out, interrupting his panicked glance, "I'll get a vial." You breathed, with less than a second difference before he was finishing inside of you, the both of you moaning at the feeling.
Lorenzo flopped down on top of you, wrapping his arms around your waist as his face buried in your chest. "I love you,"
You brushed back his hair with the tips of your fingers, pressing a kiss to his forehead. "I love you, too, Enzo."
i kinda hate this too but thats okay bc i wrote it was 3am and thats excuse enough
requests are open as always and i promise i am in fact still working on a slytherin boys christmas im just severely behind
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Introvert | Jeon Jungkook
Summary: Jungkook is an introvert. He enjoys seeing his friends, but he hates having to leave the house. When Jimin throws a birthday bash, Jungkook being one of his closest friends feels obligated to go. He has his whole night mapped out. He'll greet Jimin, eat some food and then leave once he's made small talk with the other guests. But when the party makes a detour and hits the club, Jungkook is plotting his escape route. Or at least he was until he met you.
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He didnât like to go out much. Normally his friends had to drag him out of the house. He liked to do what any other person in their mid to late twenties enjoyed. He drank, he did karaoke, he enjoyed seeing his friends. But, he didnât feel the need to do all of that outside of his house. Jungkook had quite the talent for making drinks, he had a karaoke system in his apartment. His place was the ultimate hangout. Normally his friends would agree and would end the night crashing on his couch after drinking, playing video games and just enjoying each otherâs company.Â
But tonight was different. It was his friend Jiminâs birthday and his friend had been arranging for everyone to be able to make it to his party the past few weeks. It would start at a restaurant and end in a club. Jungkook had initially tried to get out of it. He didnât like parties that would have a lot of people he wasn't familiar with. He didnât like how loud the music was to the point that he couldnât hear himself think. He was drained after a half hour under the club lights, yelling in his friends ears because there was no other way to communicate with the blaring sound of 2000s Timbaland beats or Drake songs.Â
To tell the truth, Jungkook was a bit introverted. He had his friends, and he did like hanging out with them. However, there were days where he was completely content with spending his time alone. Going to the gym, making himself something to eat, watching TV by himself. He never minded the silence. He knew he couldnât be alone all of the time, which was exactly why he loved having his friends come over. He overall appreciated being able to be at his own apartment, in his own space and on his own terms. Out at a crowded restaurant or club, with not just his friends, but acquaintances of everyone else in his inner circle made him dread this upcoming Saturday night in particular.Â
So when he arrived at the restaurant, he took a deep breath in and out before he approached the front door. He scanned the restaurant looking for his friendâs table. All Jungkook had been told was that it would be a mix of people tonight. Obviously the core friend group, but also some of Jiminâs coworkers, other people he knew and of course his brother. Jungkook had met Jiminâs brothers a few times, but other than him and his three other friends, he didnât know anyone else heâd be spending the rest of the night with. Jungkook was content with his small friend group, he didnât want to talk to anyone else or make new connections. He wasnât anti-social, just not interested in the aimless chit chat that came along with these social gatherings.
He greeted Jimin, doing a quick âbro hugâ and handing him over the birthday gift he had wrapped for him. He sat next to Jimin's brother and by the time the food had been ordered and eaten and small talk was made, Jungkook started to feel a little restless. He wanted to go home but he knew itâd be rude to bail on his friend. So he sucked it up.Â
Everyone piled into various taxis as they all became pumped to head to the club. Jungkook groaned as he got up from his chair and followed everyone outside. One of his other friends Namjoon came up behind him and put his arm around Jungkookâs shoulder. âCheer up man, just a few more hours and you can go back to your cave.â He chuckled as he nudged Jungkook playfully.Â
Jungkook rolled his eyes at Namjoon, allowing a small smile to overtake his features, knowing that Namjoon was just teasing him. But he was right, it would only be at worse, two more hours, then Jungkook was home free.Â
By the time all of the taxiâs arrived at the club, it was around 10pm. Jungkook was starting to feel a little tired, but was trying to stay alert. It was a small, dark, dingey club on the corner of the street, with the only benefit being the low admission fee for the 30 people coming from the birthday dinner for Jimin. Everyone lined up, all excited and talking amongst themselves as everyone started to slowly make their way past the bouncer and into the club. The music was loud and could probably be heard from down the street. And just as Jungkook had anticipated, the club was completely dark and was blasting a Drake song as everyone danced or piled into various corners of the club. Groups of girls trying to yell whatever they had to say to each other as they huddled in the corner near the doors. Guys sitting in booths, laughing as they downed their drinks. Then couples dancing, and of course, men trying to become couples by shooting their shots at the women standing alone.Â
Jungkook darted his eyes around the room, realizing that in the midst of him taking in his surroundings, he got separated from the rest of the group. He tried to look for a table or booth to retreat to. He wouldâve stayed at the bar, but he wasn;t in the mood to be drinking so late considering that he had work in the morning. He moved quickly through the crowded club, looking for a place to sit and observe the crowd so he could look for his friends. And thatâs where he saw a little stool near the far back. He made his way over and sat down, taking his phone out of his pocket so he could shoot his friends a text, asking where they were.Â
He scrolled on his phone for a few minutes before he noticed a pair of black heels were now standing to the side of him. He looked up and noticed a girl, looking a bit out of place. She seemed nervous, and had her arms folded over her chest defensively. She was biting her bottom lip, which made her look not just nervous, but tense too. Her eyes were scanning the room, seemingly looking for something or someone. He debated if he should say anything to her. For all Jungkook knew, maybe she wanted to be alone? Or maybe she needed helpâŚ
Jungkook cleared his throat, trying to catch her attention. The music was loud where they were situated, but at least it wasnât blaring thanks to the fact that they were at the back of the club. The girl looked down at him, surprised to see him. She mustâve not noticed his presence when she came over here. âI donât mean to bother you, but you look a little nervous? Is everything okay?â Jungkook questioned. She stared at him for a few seconds before responding.Â
âUm, yeah Iâm goodâŚâ She looked down at her shoes and Jungkook nodded before going back on his phone. He didnât believe her, but he didnât want to pry considering the fact that they were strangers. He also didnât want her to think he was another creep in a club who would hit on her when she looked vulnerable. But she caught his attention again when she started to speak, âYou know what? Actually no, Iâm not good at all.â Jungkook looked up in surprise at the sudden outburst coming from the stranger.Â
âOhâŚUh, do you want to talk about it?â He asked, patting on the stool next to him so she could sit down. She murmured a quick thank you as she settled into the seat and turned to face him.Â
âMy friend had been begging me to go out with her to a club for weeks. I personally donât necessarily like things like this. You know, clubs, parties, anything claustrophobic and overly social. I get so nervous and then because Iâm nervous I get exhausted and by the time I get home from a party I feel like I ran a marathon. Itâs just too much socializing.â She rambled on and Jungkook took notice of her eyes. How they went back and forth between looking at him, giving him her full attention, to then darting up at the ceiling. This would repeat over and over and he found it quite cute.Â
âI get what you mean, I like staying home.â Jungkook interjected, which in turn made her feel validated.Â
âOh my god, someone gets it! I knew you looked trustworthy.â She cheered before going back to her story. âAnyways, my friend finally got me to agree to come here with her tonight. We got here a half hour ago. She spent a total of five minutes by my side before she took off with some random guy she met while at the bar. She wonât pick up her phone and she was my ride home. Iâm just so angry, I would never have left her for a guyâŚI know I have to call a cab. The thing is, I just hate taking cabs alone, especially at night. This whole night was a mistake.â By now, the girl seemed to have tears in her eyes and Jungkook felt his heart start to ache at the site. Jungkook shook his head in disappointment over what he was hearing. He felt bad for this girl. She went out of her comfort zone for her friend, who in turn abandoned her.Â
âDo you want me to wait outside with you if you call a cab? Or maybe I can take the same one as you and you can get dropped off first?â Jungkook proposed which in turn allowed her to lift her head up from her hands and produce a small smile that painted her lips quite nicely. Â
âWould you do that? Thank you so much!" She sniffled as she gave him a tight squeeze which caught Jungkook off guard. He didnât meet a lot of affectionate strangers. She seemed to notice how he became tense and pulled away quickly while giggling. âSorry, I had a drink and Iâm an emotional drunk.â Jungkook smiled at her as he stood up, holding out his hand for her.Â
âSo whatâs your name?â Jungkook said as he pulled out his phone again to call for a cab.Â
âY/N, and what about you?â She responded back, tilting her head slightly as she waited for his answer.Â
âJungkook.â He answered shortly. They made their way out of the club, with Jungkook completely forgetting about his friends by now. However, in Jungkook's defense, he wasnât ditching them considering he was in a party of about 30 people. He was sure Jimin wouldnât take it too personally that heâd left a little early, that is if he would notice Jungkookâs absence at all.Â
âDid you come here with anyone?â Y/N questioned as they leaned against the wall outside. Jungkook nodded.Â
âYeah, I came here for a birthday party for a friend, but these big crowds arenât really my thing. But I guess Iâm glad I showed up because I was able to meet you and help you out.â Y/N smiled up at him, and she squeezed up against him as they maneuvered their way through the crowd. They were silent until they finally made it outside.
���Stop, youâre making me blush, I think itâs because Iâm tipsy. Most guys I talk to are such assholes, I can't believe you're being so nice", she explained with a grin on her face as Jungkook laughed at her.Â
âHow much did you drink?â He raised an eyebrow as he looked down at her. She looked upwards as she seemed to be thinking about it.Â
âI donât know, a few sips of a vodka soda I thinkâŚâ Upon hearing that, Jungkook was in hysterics as he kneeled over. âWhat!â She exclaimed, slapping his arm playfully.Â
âYou donât get drunk off of a few sips. Maybe tipsy. Youâre just saying you're drunk as an excuse to hide your blushing and all your touchy feely hugs.â Y/N gasped at the accusation which in turn made Jungkook laugh again.Â
âShut up! We just met and youâre trying to read me for filth. For shame Jungkook.â She teased and folded her arms over her chest again, this time putting on a fake angry face. Jungkook wiped the tears from his eyes before shaking his head in disbelief.Â
âWell all jokes aside, you need to ditch that sad excuse of a friend. That was a shitty thing she did to you.â Y/N tsked and nodded in agreement.Â
âI know, it just sucks because weâve been friends for three years, I thought we were best friends. But youâre right, it was a shitty thing to do. Look-â She pulled out her phone and showed him her text exchange with her friend. âBy now itâs been an hour and Iâve gotten no response. I called her, texted her and left three voicemails. And when we walked out, I was looking around for her and I couldnât see her anywhere. I was hoping she mightâve still been in there, that maybe it was a misunderstanding but not that weâre standing out hereâŚI donât see her car. She definitely left without me.â She started to get teary eyed again and Jungkook sprang into action immediately. The last thing he wanted to see was her crying.Â
âYou lost a deadbeat friend, but you gained a new oneâ He joked as he lifted her chin since her head was lowered, looking at her shoes again, letting tears fall. She chuckled at his joke as she wiped her eyes.Â
âThank you Jungkook, you were really kind. Iâm glad I met you tonight.â She praised as she looked up at him.Â
âYeahâŚme too.â Jungkook said genuinely, still holding her chin up. There was something about Y/N. He found it fascinating how someone who from all accounts sounded like an introvert, could be so open with a complete stranger. But what was even more baffling was the fact that Jungkook found himself joking around with her like they were old friends or something. He just felt comfortable around her. The moment was interrupted as the cab pulled up. Jungkook snapped out of it by clearing his throat and opened the car door for her. They both slid into the cab and Jungkook asked for her address.Â
âUh, thereâll be two stops tonight.â He gave Y/Nâs address, then his own. He noticed how she seemed to tense up in the cab again. But they continued to talk to each other and joke around. Jungkook told Y/N all about his friendâs birthday party. About how he also wasnât too keen on big gatherings and outings. Then they asked each other some questions about their backgrounds. Thatâs how they came to the revelation that they were from the same city.Â
By the time the cab stopped in front of Y/Nâs apartment, Jungkook felt a little disappointed at how short the ride felt. Y/N shyly asked the driver how much her total was, but Jungkook shooed her money away and told the driver that heâd be paying for both rides. Y/N protested.Â
âNo, no Jungkook, let me pay for this. Youâve done more than enough.â She pleaded as she put her hand on his. He swallowed hard as he looked down at the hands. Jungkook had to think of something fast. He knew that he wanted to see her again, but wondered how to ask for her number without sounding desperate. Who wasnât sure if she was interested at all, maybe she was truly just a warm person who enjoyed to hug strangers? Maybe she was already in a relationship and just hadnât mentioned it? Jungkook couldnât help but think of all of the reasons he shouldnât ask for her number. Rationalizing that maybe this girl was too good to be true. But before he could even make up his mind, it seemed like Y/N had done it for him.Â
âUgh, fine, If you insist. But at least let me get your number so I can track you down and pay you back.â Jungkook grinned, his eyes wide and eager as he immediately started reciting his phone number. âSlow down, slow down!â, she giggled as she typed it into her phone. She sent a Hi over text and finally got out of the car. She gave her thanks to the driver again before leaning back into the car, which had the window rolled down and planted a kiss on Jungkookâs cheek. âThank you so much for everything.â She whispered.Â
âNo, thank you.â Jungkook responded back. She stepped aside as the cab pulled away. Jungkook watched her figure start to grow smaller as the distance between them became bigger. He leaned back in the seat once he couldnât see her anymore. A permanent smirk on his face as he looked down at the text message on his phone.Â
Just then he received an influx of messages from his friends, to which Jungkook quickly responded back to. He explained how he decided to leave early and that he had met someone. His friends teased him and some of the messages made him laugh. They texted back how they needed details later, to which he didn't respond back to.
By the time he got home, he spent the rest of the night texting Y/N. And by the next weekend, they had spent all of Saturday together, in his apartment of course.Â
For Jungkook, the dreaded birthday party was one rare instance where he actually had fun going out and met someone special.
{A/N: Heyyyyy. Merry Christmas đ(if you celebrate it) since I'm posting this on Christmas Eve. I thought I'd write a fanfic to finish off 2024. I hope we all have a great 2025 and I look forward to writing even more stories! Thank you to everyone who's made my tumblr account grow this year, I loved all of the requests and sweet messages. As always, mwahhhhhđ}
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.đĽ Ý Ë đ˛OOD LUCK, BABE (XâMAS SPECIAL)
Sophia Laforteza x fem!reader
summary: when sophia left for dream academy, she bid you a quick and gut-wrenching goodbye then disappeared from your life. now, two years later, when sheâs welcomed home for the holidays, she has mixed feelings when she sees the new boyfriend youâve brought to meet your family
warnings: nsfw, suggestive/sexual themes, harsh language, angst, mean!sophia, toxicity, jealousy, cheating, dom!sophia, sub!reader, degradation
Y/N always knew Sophia was going to a pop star. She was so passionate about singing, so passionate about performing, she knew her ambition would drive her to success.
The Lafortezaâs and the L/Nâs were extensions of families. They spent every big holiday together, ever since Y/N and Sophia were babies. Growing up to be best friends, then something more in high-school, it was safe to say the two were closer than they wished they were. It made falling in love easier; hence, it also made the heartbreak just a little harder.
Y/N remembered pacing around Sophiaâs room, her chest tight and beads of tears spewing from her eyes as she watched the Filipina pack her suitcase.
âSophia, please,â Y/N pleaded, âJust stay a little longer.â
Sophia shook her head, her lips pursed together. Her gaze fixed on piling her clothes neatly in the suitcase, refusing to meet the youngerâs bloodshot eyes.
âMy flightâs early, I donât have time to stay.â
âI justâI just want you here with me for a little longer. Please, baby, I donât want you to go.â Y/N begged. She lied, she did want Sophia to go, because it meant she would be taking this big step towards her dream. But the way she was acting like she didnât mean anything really stung.
Sophiaâs arms slumped, her head thrown back with a sigh.
She didnât want to drag it outâthe suffering. She wanted to rip this bandaid off as quick as possible because she knew Y/N would never recover otherwise.
âI think you need to go home,â Sophia said, âNow.â
Y/Nâs lips pursed into a pout, her hands shaking and her glossed eyes glaring at Sophia. Even in her attempts to look resentful, like she absolutely hated Sophia for gutting her with such heartless comments, she couldnât.
Sophia could still see the glaring signs of adoration. Of love.
But she wouldnât budge, and Y/N left. Sophia would leave for two years, solidifying her place in Katseye, without saying goodbye. And after about a year, Sophia found herself thinking back on the way sheâd left things whenever she was left alone wallowing in her thoughts in silence.
On Christmas Eve, Sophiaâs hot breath fogged in the crisp December air as she stepped out of her car. The snow crunched beneath her boots, the familiar smell of pine and firewood kissing her senses. After two years away, everything still looked the sameâher childhood home nestled at the end of cup-de-sac, the warm glow of Christmas lights and blow-up decorations twinkling in the windows and the roof.
And yet, everything felt different.
The last time Sophia stood here, her dreams had been too big for this little town. Sheâd rushed her best friend, her love then out the door and shut her out. She bid her a quick goodbye, but they both knew it was a goodbye that carried the weight of finality. Life at Dream Academy swallowed her whole, and she had the benefit of not having time to think about the state of heartbreak she had left Y/N in. The gruelling, seemingly endless rehearsals, competitions, and performances leaving little room for texts or calls with anybody.
Now, standing in the same driveway, she felt a pang of guilt. Y/N deserved more than the silence Sophia had given her.
The door swung open, and Sophia was greeted by her dad beaming back from the other side of the doorway. âSophia, you made it!â
âHi, Daddy. Merry Christmas.â She forced a smile, wrapping her arms around him as he pulled her into a tight hug. Inside, the chatter of familiar voices inside reached her ears, and she braced herself for the reunion she both longed for yet dreaded. âSorry Iâm late, traffic from the airport was horrible.â
âOh, donât worry about it, baby, Iâm just glad you made it. Come in, come in! Your motherâs just setting the table, but everybody else will be so happy to see you.â
The house was bustling, with the scent of cinnamon and roasted turkey filling the air. Sophia greeted family members, greeting the children of her aunts and uncles. Y/Nâs dad was by the fireplace, sharing a laugh with her own. It was a tradition for their families to spend the holidays together, a bond forged over decades of friendship.
When he spot Sophia, he stood, his arms wide open.
âOh, Sophia! Itâs been a while. How are you, my dear?â
She was like a second daughter to him, but a huge surge of guilt swirled in her stomach when she saw just how happy he was to see her. It made her think about how heartbroken she had left Y/N. It also made her wonder if their parents knew about their relationshipsâhow they ended things.
âIâmâIâm good. Iâm glad to be back.â She smiled politely.
âItâs great to see you, Sophia. Really. Have you seen Y/N yet? Sheâll absolutely go crazy when she sees you.â
Sophia pursed her lips together. âNo, not yet.â
âWell, she should be just around hereâ!â
And then she saw her. Y/N stood near the kitchen, her smile as radiant as ever. But it wasnât just her.
Sophiaâs heart dropped.
Next to Y/N stood a guy, his arm draped casually around her shoulders. He was tall, with an easy charm and a laugh that seemed to fit perfectly into the room. He had defined features, shaggy dark brown hair and icy blue eyes. He looked like the boys Y/N used to date before Sophia, the picture perfect type of guy she knew Y/Nâs parents wanted. Sophiaâs chest tightened as she watched him lean in, whispering something that made Y/Nâs cheeks flush.
From across the room, Y/N caught Sophiaâs dumbstruck gaze. Her own eyes widened, taking in the majestic sight of the Filipina standing amidst her family again. In a way, she looked like she was back where she belonged, but somehow still managed to stick out like a sore thumb.
âSophia,â Y/N gasped, breaking Sophiaâs trance. She crossed the room with a wide smile, pulling her into a hug. âHi.â
âHey,â Sophia managed, her voice catching. Her arms hesitantly hooked around Y/Nâs tinier frame, a hand sliding to give her a quick squeeze. She wanted to say more, to explain her silence, but the words stifled in her throat.
A cleared throat interrupted their moment.
Y/N stepped back, her hand slipping into the manâs behind her. His hand casually slid to palm her hip, tugging her towards him in a possessive manner. Sophia felt like gagging at the sight, but she somehow struggled to look away. âSophia, this is Matt. My, uh⌠my boyfriend.â
Matt extended a hand, his grin warm and genuine. âMatt Sturniolo. Nice to meet you.â
âNice to meet you too,â Sophia replied, her voice steady even as her stomach churned. All that training put into putting up an act for work seemed to be paying off.
âYouâre⌠Godfreyâs daughter?â he asked, receiving a quick nod and tight-lipped smile from the Filipina. âHow do you two know each other?â
Sophia eyed Y/N, not sure which explanation she wanted to say; âWe used to date until I had to leave the country to chase my dreamâ or âI used to fuck your girlfriend behind the backs of guys like you.â
âUh, well, Sophia and I grew up together. Uncle Godfrey and Dad are really close.â Y/N explained, a hand on Mattâs chest as the man nodded. âWe were best friends.â
His fingers smoothed out the creases in her dress over her ass, clutching her close to him like a trophy.
Sophia wanted to punch his lights out.
âHow have you been? Howâs life in LA?â Y/N asked, her eyes holding Sophiaâs gaze. Her face still held the same sincerity, the same kindness Sophia took advantage of two years ago.
The Filipina nodded, âGood. Itâs going good so far.â
The younger smiled, her bottom lip tugging in between her teeth. âThatâs nice to hear. Your folks missed you a lot. They have me over more just to have a voice around here.â
Speaking of her folks, her mother appeared in the doorway between the vast living room and the kitchen. When she spotted her daughter conversing with Y/N, she let out a loud sigh. Her arms waved above her head, jogging over to tackle the singer in a hug. Sophia laughed, hugging her mother as the older woman squealed in excitement.
âHey, Mom.â
âOh, baby, youâre here! And you both are together again, ugh.â She clutched her heart, glancing between the two of them. âIâve prayed for this day.â She kissed Sophiaâs head, before turning to Y/N. âY/N, sweetheart, will you please come help me with the cookies? I would ask Sophia, but yâknow her, Ms. Clutz. I trust you around not things more than I do her.â
The Filipino clicked her tongue. âRude.â
âAnd I see youâve met Matt.â The man shot the mother a smile. She sighed, a hand squeezing Sophiaâs arm. âIsnât he just the most perfect boy youâve ever met? I hope you find a boy just like him in the future, mahal.â
Nobody else seemed to notice, but Y/N caught the way Sophiaâs guarded expression faltered just the slightest before that poker face of hers masked her true thoughts. She was never once to go against what her parents wanted, but what her parents wanted always seemed to be her getting married to a man and having grandchildren. Even then, Sophia knew the only person who truly understood her passion, the love she had for music and performing was Y/N.
But now she was too busy ogling Matt Sturniolo.
âYes, of course, Mrs. L.â Her hand slid down from Mattâs chest, squeezing his hand briefly before she left with Sophiaâs mother, arm laced around hers.
Awkward silence engulfed the two of them.
âSoâŚâ Matt began, âHeard youâre a pretty big star.â
Sophia hummed, shrugging. âYeah, my bandmates and I work really hard. But thereâs always room for improvement.â
âYeah, yeah,â the Sturniolo nodded, âLook, I donât want things to be weird, but Iâve heard about you and Y/N before you left and I just wanna say, she practically worships you.â
Sophia felt her heart begin racing. âWhat do you mean?â
âI mean, Iâve only ever heard her talk about you once or twice, but⌠she loves you. A lot. Youâre like the person she admires most.â Matt chuckled, âWhen we started dating, she had this notification on her phone to alert her whenever your band would put something new out. She stopped a couple months in, but she definitely still tries to keep up.â
Sophia hadnât realized Y/N would know things about her and Katseye. It made her feel quite⌠exposed.
Yet, it felt freeing, to know somebody from her past cared.
And of all people, it made her feel guilty it was her.
âReally?â Sophia feigned happiness, âThatâs⌠really sweet.â
âAnyway, you looking for a drink? There might be some beer or wine at the bar.â
Matt offered to go grab them some drinks, as if he was the host and she was the guest. It didnât feel like her home anymore, watching the man work his way around her house, standing beside Y/N, hanging off her arm almost felt like he was replacing her in a way. Two years ago, she was in his place; she was the one pouring the greeting guests with drinks on Christmas eve, she was the one with her arm around Y/N, whispering things in her ear that made her laugh.
Now, it was all Matt Sturniolo this, Matt Sturniolo that.
Walking past the doorway to the kitchen, Sophiaâs ears picked up on a familiar sound. A light, heavenly laughter that eased into the gentle crackling fire and faint Christmas jazz.
She saw her mother telling a story about some funny encounter she experienced that day, her hands focused on decorating the cookies on the tray. Beside her stood Y/N, in her element, a hand over her mouth as she tried containing that contagious laughter. One side of her hair tucked behind her ear, her eyes curved and soft and her smile grew.
She looked so beautiful. Fuck, how could somebody look so beautiful doing nothing?
Feeling her chest tighten, a tap on her shoulder shook her from her daze. Spinning on her heel, she was met with Matt holding up two bottles of beers.
âWoah, my bad. Didnât mean to scare you.â
Sophia sighed, grabbing the bottle from his hand. âHey, Matt, can I ask you a weird question?â
The man furrowed his eyebrows. âShoot.â
âHow long have you and Y/N been⌠dating?â
He pondered a moment. âComing on two years, why?â
âAnd has Y/N ever told you about her exes orâŚ?â
He shook his head. âNot really, no. Itâs a touchy subject. I just know the last guy she dated absolutely shattered her.â
Sophia wondered if Y/N was telling people her ex was a man, or if she just never corrected what people automatically assumed of her. Whichever one, it soured her mood.
âHow long has it been since youâve talked to Y/N?â
The question caught Sophia off guard. âHm?â
âYou and Y/N. Youâre supposed to be best friends, right? But you two seem a little⌠distant. Donât get me wrong, I know itâs not my place to say, but you guys donât exactly give besties.â
For the rest of the evening, Sophia tried to focus on the conversations, the laughter, the shared stories of the past two years. But her eyes kept drifting to Y/N and Matt. The way he looked at her, the way she leaned into himâit was everything Sophia missed about her.
The evening wore on, and soon the house grew quieter.
It was easier to distract herself when she was bombarded with questions from relatives about her career. Eventually, Sophia stepped out onto the porch, the cold air biting her skin as she tried to clear her thoughts. She walked down the stairs to their backyard, taking a seat by their pool. She took her shoes off, dipping her feet into the lukewarm water.
âThought youâd be out here.â
She turned to find Y/N standing behind her, arms wrapped around herself for warmth. The sheer long sleeve she was wearing definitely gave her no sense of warmth, especially not in the skirt she was wearing.
âYeah,â Sophia mumbled, looking out at the snow-covered yard. âJust needed some air.â
Y/N reluctantly took a seat beside Sophia, who refused to look at her. She shook her Uggs off, feet sinking underwater as well.
âThis is bringing me back,â Y/N chuckled, âTo when we would just sit out here and weâd fall asleep after a late night dip.â
Sophia didnât reply, just savouring the sound of her laugh. She didnât realize just how much she missed hearing it until she heard it again. She donât know what to say, she didnât know if it would be appropriate for her to say anything.
âDid you miss me?â or âDo you hate me?â; no, âIâm sorry.â
Instead, Sophia opted for a passive statement. Her ego shielding her from seeing her true attitude.
âThat boyfriend of yours seems nice.â
Y/N cradled herself, her hands slowing at rubbing her arms for warmth. Her gaze fixed on the Christmas lights dangling from the roof. It had been the second time tonight sheâs left Matt to fend for himself in a room full of people he didnât know. If they were anywhere else, she would feel bad; but, sitting here, just feeling Sophiaâs presence after such a long time, Matt seemed to be the last place her mind was hung on.
âYeah. Heâs a sweet guy.â
Sophia rolled her eyes at the soft edge in Y/Nâs voice.
The muffled sounds of the dinner party inside drowned in the sounds of their feet swishing water around.
âHm, he looks exactly like the assholes you used to date,â the Filipina snarkily remarked, âJust your type.â
There she was, the mean Sophia that left and didnât look back.
âHe treats me well. And he loves me.â
âYeah? Bet he loves sticking his dick in you more.â
Y/Nâs shoulders stiffened. âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
Sophia leaned back on her hands, a sardonic smile playing on her lips. âCome on, Y/N. You really donât see it? Heâs so⌠basic. Does he even know what you like? How to turn you onâ?â
âThatâs enough, Sophia.â Y/Nâs voice wavered, but her eyes stayed steady.
Sophia leaned forward, her expression softening for a moment. âIâm just saying⌠it doesnât seem like heâs what you need. Your taste got better, but now it just kinda plummeted again.â
Y/N stood abruptly, water flicking at Sophia as she grappled at her shoes. âYâknow what? Iâm glad to see fame hasnât changed that nasty attitude of yours. I was trying to be nice, put it all behind me because I missed you and I wanted to at least be friends again, but clearly I was wrong to think you wouldâve matured at least the tiniest bit.â She shook her head, scoffing. âYou donât get to sit there and insult someone you donât even know.â Her voice shook with anger. âMattâs nothing like the guys I used to date, and heâs certainly nothing like you. He was the one there for me when you werenât.â
Sophia blinked, her cool demeanor slipping. âWhen I wasnât?â
âYes, when you werenât.â Y/Nâs voice cracked as she stared down at Sophia, the memories bubbling to the surface. âWhen you fucking justâtossed me aside when you had a chance at your career, your dreams. And then you didnât even have the decency to give me a reason why you were being such a jerk about it. I tried calling so many times after you left, I stay up late at night just thinking about you, crying myself to sleep. So no, you donât get to waltz back into my life, insult Matt, and act like you know me. You donât know me anymore.â
Sophiaâs jaw tightened, her eyes flickering with guilt and something deeper. Her own feet pulled out the pool as she propped herself up. âY/N, Iââ
âNo.â Y/Nâs stammered, still shivering from the cold. âIâve given so much of my time and myself to you and your stupid fucking games. Thisââ she gestured to Sophia, her tone full of frustrationâ âthis is exactly why I stopped trying to call you. Why I decided I needed to move on.â
For a moment, silence stretched between them, thick and unbearable.
Watching the way Y/N shook, Sophia wasnât sure whether she was shivering from the cold or from the sheer force of finally letting her emotions loose. The younger woman had never been one to argue, never been one to confront. She was always Sophiaâs obedient little plaything, just the way she liked it. But seeing her like this, standing her ground, staring the monster terrorizing her lifeâher every breath and thoughtâstraight in the eye was so⌠comforting.
She had grown, something Sophia should have done.
Shrugging her jacket off, the Filipina draped it over Y/Nâs shoulders, despite the youngerâs groans of protest.
âIs that what you call this?â she asked, stepping closer. Her voice was low, almost trembling. âBeing with someone so... safe, so easy? Someone your parents want as an in-law?â
Y/Nâs breath caught in her throat as Sophia came closer, the familiar scent of her perfume making her heart ache.
âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â
Sophia was inches away now, her gaze searching Y/Nâs face. âDonât I?â she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.
Before Y/N could respond, Sophiaâs hand brushed against her cheek, tentative but electrifying. âYouâre lying to yourself,â she said softly. âAnd maybe I deserve all of thisâthe anger, the blame. But donât pretend he makes you feel the way I do.â
âDonât.â Y/N whimpered, her tone less convincing than the way her body language was giving her away.
Instinctively, she needed to draw Sophia close, her body leaning towards the magnetic pull from the Filipinaâs hands.
âHeâs a fucking cuck and you know it.â
âI love him.â Y/N muttered.
âAnd I love you,â Sophia whispered back, leaning in to gently press her lips against Y/Nâs, the kiss igniting every suppressed feeling sheâd buried. It was reckless, infuriating, and utterly terrifying impossible to resist.
Y/N moaned against her glossed lips. Her own hands fighting Sophiaâs off before they reached any further up her skirt. âSophia, somebody will see.â
âMeet me upstairs then.â Sophia stole a quick kiss again, âWhere nobody can see.â
The Filipina securely fastened her coat over the shorterâs shoulders, her hot breath thawing Y/Nâs cool cheeks. She leant down slow, torturously pecking the corner of her lips, before glancing up at the womanâs eyes, then down again.
âDonât make me wait.â
When Y/N stepped back into the house a couple minutes after Sophia did, she was immediately approached by Matt, who had a beer bottle clutched in his hand.
âHey, there you are. Iâve had to listen to your uncle talk about drag racing the past twenty minutes.â He snorted, âWoah, your cheeks are all pink⌠is that Sophiaâs jacket?â
Y/N felt bad, lying to him.
Deep down, she knew she still had very intense feelings for Sophia. The same feeling she felt when Sophia left her, when Sophia told her to leave her house like she was some stranger, when Sophia was all smiles and super happy in every photo taken of her after she had successfully debuted as Katseyeâs leader. Somehow, despite Matt being the safe and better option, she would rather be used, be drained dry of whatever she had to give and discarded than be with him if it meant she got to feel what it was like to be Sophiaâs girl again.
âYeah, yeah, I, uhâIâm not feeling very well.â
âOh. Do you wanna go home? Iâll get the car.â
âNo! No, itâs okay. I just need to use the bathroom.â
âOh, yeah, of course. Go ahead. Iâll be fine.â
Y/N smiled gratefully, feeling the manâs hand rub her arm soothingly. She gently brushed him off, giving him one last look before heading towards the stairs.
There was no turning back now.
Quietly, she crept upstairs, walking past the hung portraits of Sophia and her family, some of which Y/N appeared in.
When she finally got to the door with a customized plaque with sticker letters spelling out âSophiaâ, she knocked softly. Nearly immediately, the door flung open and she was yanked in. The door slammed shut behind her, and she was thrusted against the surface. The sound reverberated in the small space. It was dimly lit by a single lamp in the corner, casting shadows on the walls lined with posters and old photos of the two of them.
Y/N barely had time to take it all in before Sophiaâs lips were on hers again, desperate and full of unspoken apologies. Her body pushed Y/Nâs against the door, the youngerâs hands threading into her hair as if she were afraid she might disappear again.
âYou drive me insane,â Sophia murmured against her lips, her voice low and rough. Her hands slid down Y/Nâs sides, gripping her hips like she was anchoring herself. âIâve missed this.â
âSophia,â Y/N interrupted, her breath hitching as Sophiaâs lips trailed down her neck, leaving a trail of heat. âThis doesnât change anything.â
Sophia pulled back just enough to meet Y/Nâs gaze, her dark eyes filled with something raw and unguarded.
âOkay,â she whispered, her eyes dark. âLetâs see if youâre saying the same thing after I fuck you senseless.â
Y/Nâs felt heat pool straight down to between her legs. She couldnât stop herself from pulling Sophia closer, her fingers tangling in the loose fabric of her shirt. âYouâre such a fucking prick,â she whispered, the words a mixture of accusation and longing. âStill just as cocky.â
âYou love it,â Sophia said again, her lips trailing wet kisses down her neck. âYâknow you love me.â
Something in her tone shattered Y/Nâs remaining defenses. She pulled Sophia into another kiss, this one fiercer, fueled by a newfound hunger she had to engulf her senses in Sophia. They stumbled toward the bed, their limbs entangled. Sophiaâs hands were everywhere, sliding under Y/Nâs shirt and hiking her skirt up higher until the band of her black lace showed. Y/N gasped as Sophiaâs lips found the sensitive spot below her ear, her knees buckling as they fell onto the mattress together.
Clothes were discarded in a frenzy, the space between them disappearing as if it had never existed. Sophiaâs touch was both familiar and foreign, reigniting sensations Y/N had tried to forget. Every kiss, every caress, felt like a plea for forgivenessâa desperate attempt to make up for all the time theyâd lost.
Y/N arched into Sophiaâs touch, her breaths coming in short, shaky gasps as Sophiaâs lips moved lower, exploring every inch of skin like she was memorizing it. The heat between them was almost unbearable, the air thick with the scent of desire and the faint perfume Sophia always wore.
âSophia,â Y/N moaned, her fingers gripping the sheets as Sophiaâs mouth worked its way down her body.
Sophiaâs lips hovered just above Y/Nâs skin. She looked up, her gaze locking with Y/Nâs. âEyes on me, baby,â she whispered, her voice sending vibrations straight through Y/N. âI wanna see that pretty face when you cumâ
Y/N eyes squeezed shut, head thrown back as she breathily gasped at Sophiaâs tongue hitting just the right spot. âI hate you for leaving,â she admitted, her voice breaking. âFuck, I hate you so much.â
The confession broke something in Sophia, and she surged forward, eating Y/N out with a desperation that felt like it could consume them both. Her hands locked into Y/Nâs thighs with her legs thrown over her shoulders. When the youngerâs breath grew erratic, she knew she was close. And with a pitched gasp, Sophiaâs tongue lapped up whatever had gushed from Y/N.
For a couple minutes, they just laid side by side on Sophiaâs bed, catching their breaths before Y/N propped herself up, picking up her discarded clothing off the floor.
She slipped them on, back facing a confused Sophia who watched her movements with a tilted head.
âHeading back downstairs,â Y/N stated flatly, âMattâs probably waiting for me to head home.â
Sophia scoffed, âAre you fucking serious? I just had you cumming on my tongue and youâre going back down to him?â
âYes, Sophia.â Y/Nâs eyes shut, sighing. âMaybe now youâll know what it feels like to watch someone leave without a goodbye.â She flung the door open to the bustling liveliness of festivities downstairs, disappearing down the hall.
Sophia lied in her bed, a hand through her hair. She scoffed.
If itâs a game Y/N wants to play, itâs a game sheâll play.
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