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maxtermind · 1 year ago

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please i'm begging you (please don't feel pressured if your life is busy 💕) we need pt 2 to the angst i can't handle this 😭 my heart 💔 the writing is too good that i'm feeling things 😓

was i stupid to love you?

★ : summary :: when he downplays your feelings ★ : feat :: max verstappen, lewis hamilton, carlos sainz, charles leclerc, lando norris ★ : genre :: angst; hurt/comfort ★ : word count :: 4.6k ★ : a/n :: open ending, don't forget to vote after so i can get a bit of feedback :3 kinda rushed so might contain lots of typos sorryyyy!!

( part 1 )

Charles Leclerc

The house party buzzed with music and laughter, a cacophony that drowned your thoughts as you stormed through the crowded rooms. Your heart raced with a mix of anger and hurt, knowing Charles was right on your tail, determined to catch you before you could reach Arthur.

Your boyfriend’s hand wrapped around yours just as his brother turned around to look at you guys. You stomped your feet as you shook your head to dismiss Arthur and follow your boyfriend who quietly kissed your head in gratitude before you could step away.

”What is going on with you?!” Your voice trembled with barely contained fury as you confronted Charles in a quieter corner.

Charles sighed, his brow furrowing in frustration. ”I don’t know, baby. I’m so sorry—”

”You told me off when you should know that I’m right!” Your voice rose involuntarily. ”She fucking leaned in thinking that you were gonna choose her.”

”Y/N, please listen to me,” Charles said earnestly, stepping closer to you. ”I messed up. I know. But I would, never in a hundred years, choose anyone let alone her over you.”

You looked into Charles' eyes, seeing the sincerity and pain reflected in them. Your anger began to melt, replaced by a swirl of conflicting emotions.

”You’re just saying what I want to hear and I don't like it,” you said, your voice softer now, searching for clarity.

”It’s the truth,” Charles declared, his voice tinged with regret. ”I know I’ve hurt you baby and I'm sorry for that but I can’t— I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I watched you leave with my brother. Let me drop you home, okay?”

Tears welled up in your eyes, frustration and hurt mixing with the love you still felt for him. Charles gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and comforting.

”Y/N, please,” Charles pleaded, his voice raw with emotion. ”I never want to make you feel like you need to run away from me. I want to talk this out, please give me a chance to make things right.”

You hesitated, feeling torn between wanting to forgive him and the pain of betrayal still fresh in your heart.

”Okay,” you finally whispered, feeling emotionally drained. ”Let's go.”

Charles nodded, relief washing over his face. He led you out of the noisy party, his grip on your hand tight and reassuring. The cool night air outside provided a stark contrast to the heated emotions inside.

As Charles drove you home, neither of you spoke. The silence was filled with unspoken words and the weight of what had just transpired. But Charles kept stealing glances at you, his eyes full of regret and love.

When you arrived at your shared apartment, Charles parked the car but made no move to get out. He turned to you, his expression soft and vulnerable.

”I'll leave if you want me to,” Charles said quietly, his voice tinged with sorrow. ”But please, Y/N, give us a chance to talk tomorrow. I'll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

You looked at him, seeing the sincerity in his eyes and the love that still lingered despite everything. Tears fell down your cheeks as you nodded slowly.

”I need time,” you admitted softly, your voice barely audible. ”Time to sort through this.”

Charles nodded understandingly, reaching out to gently wipe away your tears. ”Take all the time you need,” he said softly, his thumb caressing your cheek. ”I'll be here, whenever you're ready.”

”Where will you go?” You asked, not wanting to leave just yet.

”To your brother’s house,” he joked and smiled cheekily when you let out a small laugh.

”I love you,” Charles continued and seemed satisfied when you saw your tinted cheeks, giving into the temptation to kiss your hand. ”I’ll stay at Arthur's for the night.”

With that, you stepped out of the car, your heart heavy with conflicting emotions. You watched Charles drive away, feeling the distance between you both but knowing that perhaps, with time, you could find a way back to each other.

Lando Norris

You sat in the break room at work, your lunch untouched in front of you. The memories of last night’s events still stung, the image of her hand on Lando’s thigh and the lipstick on his collar replaying in your mind.

Just as you were about to take a sip of water, the door swung open, and there he was, your— ex? —boyfriend, looking desperate and determined. You knew there was a possibility he’d try to catch you at work given that you’d taken away all other means.

”Y/N, can I please?” he said, his voice pleading as he pointed towards the hallway.

You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty hall, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.

You nodded reluctantly and led him to an empty conference room, away from prying eyes. The silence was deafening as you stood there, waiting for him to speak.

”Y/N, please,” he started, his voice trembling slightly. ”I’m so sorry about last night.”

You crossed your arms, leaning against the table. ”Bet you had a good time, huh?”

”No, I didn't,” Lando said in disbelief before he took a deep breath, trying to keep his composure. ”Nothing that happened there was intentional. We were all drinking, and she... she got too close. I should have pushed her away. I’m sorry.”

You scoffed, anger bubbling up again, finally fired up enough to speak your mind. ”Her hand was on your fucking thigh, Lando. And your collar— her lipstick was all over it. How do you explain that?”

He winced, clearly pained by the memory. ”I know it looks bad, but it wasn’t what it seemed. She leaned in close to talk to me, and I didn’t realize she had left a mark. It was a— just a stupid mistake, and I should have been more aware.”

”More aware?” you echoed, your voice rising. ”You should have cared about how it would make me feel! Instead, you shrugged it off like it was nothing.”

”I didn’t mean to shrug it off,” he said, stepping closer. ”I was wrong. I should have reassured you, should have shown you that you��re the only one that matters to me. Baby, please just let me—”

You looked away, the pain still fresh. ”It’s not just about the lipstick or her hand. It’s about how you made me feel like I was overreacting, like my feelings didn’t matter.”

”They do matter,” he said, his voice breaking. ”More than anything. I was an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately. I should have come to you and told you everything before you saw it for yourself.”

”You know I only want you,” he added softly, his eyes pleading with you.

You shook your head, trying to hold back tears. ”That’s the thing, Lando. I don’t know that. I actually believe that y— you don’t at all.”

Lando’s eyes filled with tears as a broken whisper of your name left his mouth. ”I h.. have never, I never will. Ever.” He stressed. ”Want anyone— need anyone the way I want you.”

You kept quiet as you looked at him trying to catch himself. Lending him your hand that he squeezed in return.

”I can’t believe you would ever believe that but I understand and, I promise… I’ll be more mindful, more respectful. I’ll make sure everyone knows I’m taken, that I’m yours. Please, give me a chance to make it right.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, and you let out a slow breath, trying to not have a breakdown at your workplace. ”It’s going to take time, Lando. Trust isn’t rebuilt overnight.”

”I know,” he said, relief washing over his features. ”And I’m willing to do whatever it takes. I’ll prove to you that I’m worthy of your trust.”

”Okay,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. ”I’ll give it a thought, Lando. But if you hurt me again, we’re done.”

”I understand,” he said, his voice filled with determination. ”Thank you, Y/N. I won’t let you down.”

Max Verstappen

The streets were bustling with late-night revelers, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the storm brewing inside you. The restaurant's neon sign flickered as you stepped out into the cool night air, your phone clenched tightly in your hand.

Three hours. You had waited for three hours, hoping Max would show up for your anniversary dinner, only to find out from the story of your mutual friend that he was out with her again.

On your anniversary.

You made your way through the crowded streets, not caring where you ended up. You just needed to get away, to think, to process the hurt and betrayal. Your phone buzzed incessantly in your pocket, but you ignored it. Max's calls and messages could wait. Right now, you needed space.

After wandering aimlessly for a while, you found yourself at the edge of the city, near the river. The quiet contrast of the flowing water was a welcome change from the city's noise. You sat on a bench, pulling your jacket tighter around you as a light drizzle began to fall. The soft patter of rain on the water's surface was soothing, but it didn’t dull the ache in your heart.

Minutes turned into an hour, and the rain intensified. Your phone buzzed again, and this time you glanced at it. Last message from Max was a minute ago

Max: Y/N, please. Where are you? Let me explain. I’m looking for you.

You sighed, wiping away the raindrops mixed with your tears. Your fingers hovered over the screen before you finally typed a reply.

You: By the river. Near the old bridge.

You didn’t know why you told him, but some part of you wanted to hear him out. To understand why he kept doing this. Why would he even waste time with you if he was already in love with someone else?

God. Even the thought of that brought up a real pain in your chest. The rain fell harder, and you huddled under the small awning of a nearby building, trying to stay somewhat dry.

After what felt like an eternity, you saw a figure running towards you through the rain. It was Max, drenched and breathless. He slowed as he approached, his eyes filled with worry and regret. HIs clothes were all over the place, untucked and wrinkled and you only drew the worst conclusion.

”Y/N,” he gasped, stopping a few feet away. ”Thank God, you're okay.”

You stood up, arms crossed defensively. ”You’ve got five minutes, Max. Make it count.”

He nodded, taking a step closer. ”I’m so sorry, Y/N. I know I’ve let you down. I was with her tonight because she’s going through a really rough time. She had no one else to turn to.”

You narrowed your eyes, the skepticism clear. ”On our anniversary? How convenient.”

He flinched at your tone but didn’t back down. ”I know it’s no excuse. I should have told you. I thought I could help her quickly and still make it to dinner. I didn’t realize it would take so long.”

You shook your head, the anger bubbling up again. ”This isn’t the first time, Max. How many times have I had to wonder if she’s really just a friend? How many times have you put her before me?”

Max stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”I’ve been blind, Y/N. I didn’t see how much I was hurting you. There’s nothing romantic between us. She’s just a friend, and she needed my help. But I see now that I’ve been unfair to you.”

Tears mixed with the rain on your cheeks. ”I don’t know if I can keep doing this, Max. The constant worry, the feeling like I’m not enough. It’s tearing me apart.”

He reached out, tentatively taking your hand. ”You are more than enough, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot, and I’m so sorry. I love you, and I don’t want to lose you.”

You looked into his eyes, searching for any sign of deception. All you saw was sincerity and regret. ”How can I trust you again, Max? What did she even need help with?”

He squeezed your hand gently. ” She saw her ex at the club and he was being an asshole. I just went over for five to put him in his place when one of her friends posted the story. I’m sorry for the delay, baby. I know I should've been more transparent about everything. Just please, give me a chance to make things right.”

”Is she okay?” You took a shaky breath, your heart aching with the desire to believe him and he exhaled when you pulled him under the shit excuse of shelter you had from the rain.

”She’s okay. I promise I won't ever embarrass you this way again, baby. You won’t ever have to sit and wonder if I'm bailing because I found someone else or not.” Max took another deep breath. ”I never will, baby, you are the only one I want. I will never find anyone.”

You closed your eyes, the tears spilling over as you hugged him. ”I wanna go home.”

”Okay let’s go home, baby.” Max gently cupped your face, his thumbs brushing away your tears. ”But I need you to know. You are my priority, Y/N. I’ll never let you feel otherwise again. I love you more than anything, and I’ll spend every day proving it to you.”

You leaned into his touch, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain as you hugged him.

He sighed again, closing his eyes to soak in this. ”Happy anniversary, baby. I love you”

You pulled back slightly, looking up at him with a tired smile.

Carlos Sainz

Carlos's pleas had grown quieter, the urgency in his voice replaced with a softness that seemed to seep through the crack under the door.

You could hear his breath hitching, a clear sign that he was on the verge of breaking down himself. But you couldn’t get yourself to stand up as you sat on the bed, knees drawn to your chest, tears still streaming down your face as you tried to block out the sound.

”Y/N, please,” he choked out, and you could hear the tears in his voice now. ”I'm so sorry. I... I don't know what else to say. I can't lose you.”

The sincerity and raw emotion in his voice cut through you in a vicious manner, and against your better judgment, you found yourself getting up. You hesitated for a moment, your hand hovering over the doorknob, before finally opening the door just a crack.

Carlos was standing there, his eyes red and swollen from crying. When he saw you, a look of profound relief washed over his face. ”Thank you,” he whispered.

You stepped back, letting him in. He walked in slowly, as if afraid to invade your space, and you closed the door behind him. The silence was heavy, each second stretching into an eternity.

”I'm so sorry,” Carlos said again, his voice trembling. ”I swear, I didn't know she was going to kiss me. If I had known, I would have never invited her. I would never do anything to hurt you intentionally.”

You took a deep breath, trying to steady your own shaking voice. ”But you did invite her, Carlos. And I told you to cut her off so many times. Why didn't you listen?”

He ran a hand through his hair, looking utterly defeated. ”I thought... I thought we were just friends. I didn't realize she felt that way about me. And when she kissed me, I was so shocked. I— I froze. I'm an idiot. I should have pushed her away immediately.”

”You should have,” you echoed, your voice breaking as you recalled that scene and it felt like someone was physically stabbing you. ”Do you have any idea how much it hurt to see that?”

Carlos stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”I know, and I'm so sorry. I never wanted to hurt you. I love you, Y/N. You're the only one I want to be with.”

You looked down, tears falling onto the floor. ”How do I know that, Carlos? How do I know you won't let this happen again?”

He gently took your hands in his, his touch warm and reassuring. ”Because I can’t ever go through this again. I don’t want to know what it feels like to almost lose you. I'll cut her off completely. I promise you, baby, just, anything— it will never happen again.”

You pulled your hands away, wrapping your arms around yourself protectively. ”It's not just about cutting her off, Carlos. I can never get that image out of my brain now. What if you just wake up tomorrow that you didn’t get rid of her because yo— you…?”

You trailed off but Carlos understood and immediately shook his head. ”No,” he said firmly. ”I will never wake up with anyone other than you in my heart. You’re the one I love, the one I am going to live my life with.”

He didn’t let you speak as he carried on,”I understand. Trust is earned, not given. And I'll do whatever it takes to earn it back. I'll prove to you that you can trust me.”

You sighed, feeling the weight of his words. ”I want to believe you. But it's going to take time. A lot of time.”

”I know,” he said softly. ”And I'm willing to wait. I'll wait as long as it takes for you to trust me again. Just please, don't shut me out. Let me be there for you.”

You looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine remorse and love in them. Despite everything, a part of you still loved him deeply. ”Okay,” you whispered. ”But you have to understand, it's going to be hard. I'm still hurt, and it's going to take a while for me to heal.”

Carlos nodded, a flicker of hope in his eyes. ”I'll be patient. I'll be here for you, no matter what. And I'll do everything I can to make it right.”

”Alright.” You nodded, feeling a glimmer of hope yourself. ”Just... don't make me regret it.”

”I won't,” Carlos stepped closer, tentatively reaching out to wipe a tear from your cheek. ”I love you, Y/N. More than anything.”

You gave him a small as you leaned into his touch, feeling a mix of emotions, ”I love you too, Carlos. That's why this hurts so much.”

He pulled you into a gentle hug, holding you as if you were the most precious thing in the world. ”We'll get through this. Together.”

Lewis Hamilton

You paced around your apartment, the anger and hurt from the argument still fresh. The silence after the exchange with Lewis was deafening. You couldn’t believe he said those things. Your phone buzzed on the couch, but you ignored it, needing space to process.

A knock on your door interrupted your thoughts. It was loud and persistent. You hesitated, hoping it wasn’t who you thought it was.

”Y/N, please open up. I need to talk to you,” Lewis’s voice came through the door, sounding desperate.

You took a deep breath and opened the door. Your boyfriend stood there, looking remorseful.

”What do you want, Lewis?” you asked, your voice cold.

”Can I come in? Please, we need to talk,” he pleaded.

You stepped aside reluctantly, letting him in. He walked into the living room, turning to face you with regret etched on his face.

”I’m sorry, Y/N,” he started, his voice soft as he ran a hand over his face. ”I didn’t mean what I said. I was frustrated— but that’s no excuse.”

”You really hurt me,” you said, crossing your arms defensively knowing you had to support yourself before you start crying again. ”And you were so fucking cruel about it!”

”I know, and I hate that I did that to you,” he replied, his eyes sincere. ”I’ve been spending too much time with her, and I’ve been blind to how it’s been affecting you— us. Affecting us.”

”Why do you keep seeing her then? If she’s just a friend, why does it feel like she’s more important than me?” you demanded, your voice shaking.

”She’s not more important than you,” he said quickly. ”I’ve let the boundaries blur, and I didn’t realize how much it was hurting you. I’m sorry.”

Tears welled up in your eyes, but you blinked them away. This was not what you expected. You were ready for a fight, sure that Lewis would come with his own weapons out but this was undoing you.

”It’s not just about her, Lewis. It’s about us. You’ve been distant, and I feel like I’m losing you.”

Lewis nodded, looking pained and sick. ”You’re not losing me, Y/N. I’ve been an idiot, and I’ve taken you for granted. I want to fix this.”

”How?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper. Desperately clinging onto him to make amends because you couldn’t see any in hindsight.

”By being more present, by setting boundaries, and by showing you every day how much you mean to me,” he said, taking your hands in his. ”Please give me a chance to make this right.”

”Words aren’t enough anymore,” you said, looking down at your joined hands.

”I know,” he nodded. ”But I'm willing to go through any lengths, I’ll prove to you that you’re my priority.”

You searched his eyes, seeing the determination and regret. ”I want to trust you,” as your voice cracked, the very first tear fell down your face and Lewis immediately grabbed you as he pulled you to lay your head on his chest.

”I can’t though— I wish I could but I can't get hurt again.”

”I understand and I promise you can shoot me if I hurt you again” he said. ”I love you, Y/N. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this right.”

You leaned into his embrace, feeling a flicker of hope amidst the pain. ”I love you too.” You felt him take a sigh as he held you tight against his warm body.

”And I need you to understand that my feelings are valid,” you continued as you soaked his shirt with your tears. ”When I tell you something bothers me, I need you to listen and not dismiss it.”

”I promise I’ll listen,” he said, his voice full of sincerity. ”I’ll do better because losing you would end me.”

You took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift slightly. As you stood there in your boyfriend’s arms, you realized that healing would take time but there was no one else you would rather heal with. Though only time could tell what the future held for you.

Oscar Piastri

You closed your eyes as you heard the door of your best friend's apartment being knocked on again. Your mind was a whirlwind of emotions—anger, betrayal, sadness.

You replayed the messages over and over in your head, each one cutting deeper than the last as you contemplated whether letting Oscar in would be a good decision. You finally made the decision when you heard the neighbor’s lock moving.

You pulled him in before they could open their door or call the cops and finally took a look at him. He looked disheveled. His eyes were red from holding unshed tears as they glossed over once he finally took you in.

”Y/N,” Oscar started, moving towards you with open arms. ”Thanks for letting me in.”

”I almost didn't.” You crossed your arms over your chest, trying to keep your voice steady as you stepped away from his open arms. ”But you were waking up the whole damn building.”

Oscar nodded, looking down at the ground. ”I deserve that.” You took a deep breath, desperate to get this over with.

”Why, Oscar? Why did you lie to me?”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. ”I... I was scared you'd get upset. I thought if I told you the truth, you'd leave me.”

”And now?” you scoffed, your voice rising. ”You think I'm not upset now? You think lying to me makes it any better?”

He stepped closer, his eyes pleading. ”Y/N, I made a mistake. A huge mistake. But nothing happened between me and her, I swear. We were drunk, and she sat on my lap for a picture. It was stupid and irresponsible, but that's all it was.”

You shook your head, tears welling up in your eyes. ”Do you have any idea how that made me feel? Seeing her on your lap after you told me she wasn't even going to be there?”

Oscar reached out to touch your arm, but you stepped back once again and his eyes brimmed with tears. ”Y/N, please. I love you. I was an idiot, but I love you. I need you to believe that.”

You wiped your eyes, trying to compose yourself. ”How can I believe you, Oscar? When I don't even know if you really want me?”

He swallowed hard, his tears finally falling out of his eyes. Oscar looked defeated as if he was fighting a battle already lost.

”Please don’t say that. You’re the only person I want. I'll do whatever it takes to earn your trust back. I'll never lie to you again. I'll be completely honest, even if it's something I think will hurt you. Just... please give me a chance to make it right.”

You looked at him, searching his face for any sign of deception. You saw only earnest regret and a desperate longing for forgiveness. You wanted to believe him, but the hurt was still so raw.

”I don't know if I can,” you whispered. ”You've broken my trust, Oscar. And that's not something you can just fix with words.”

He nodded slowly. ”I know. But I'm willing to do whatever it takes. I'll go to counseling, I'll give you access to my phone, my social media, anything you need to feel secure. Just please, don’t give up on us.”

You stood in silence for a moment, the weight of the situation heavy in the air. You looked around the dimly lit apartment, as you took a deep breath, trying to gather your thoughts.

”Okay,” you said finally. ”I’m willing to discuss this in the morning. But if you lie to me again, if you hurt me again, we're done. Do you understand?”

Oscar's face lit up with a mixture of relief and determination as his chest heaved. ”I understand. I promise you, Y/N, I'll never give you a reason to doubt me again.”

You nodded, as your lips quivered. ”I hope so. Because I don't think I can go through this again.”

He stepped closer, cautiously taking your hand. You allowed it, feeling the warmth of his touch. ”Thank you,” he said softly. ”I won't let you down.”

You stood together, still holding hands. The silence between you was different now—tentative, but with a flicker of understanding. You had a long way to go, but for the first time since those fateful messages, you felt like maybe, just maybe, not all was lost.

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enh2pen · 20 days ago

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sativa - choi yeonjun

2.6k - choi yeonjun x fem reader 💥 not proofread! mdni!

pwp essentially, barely any dialogue just sex talk, drug use (🍃), high sex obv, unprotected sex (don't do that), making out, oral sex (both), naked bodies, yeonjun is lowk a dom but nothing crazy, lots of spit yum, words cock and pussy and dick and cuss words, the couch is big enough for like 4 people btw.

an: hello it's my first post and my first time writing smut in YEARS 😭 it's so hard i cant even write a few silly jokes without ruining the mood i lowk hate it but the world needs more high sex with yeonjun 😓 anyways i combined my 2 fav sexy things (yeonjun + high sex) bc why not??? have a good read!!! hope you like it 😚 sorry if it's bad or for any mistakes i'm too lazy to proofread

late night walks were nothing new in your relationship. with both of you in demanding jobs, it was just another way you found to let some steam off together at the end of your long days. you’d shower together, put some comfortable clothes on and walk for hours at times, talking, listening to music and enjoying each other's company.

now, weed, that was new for the two of you. you always kind of judged people who did crazy hard drugs and got themselves high to the point they can't even move properly, but you would be lying if what your friends told you about their experience with marijuana didn't pique your interest.

their descriptions of heightened senses and tranquil feeling made you think that maybe it wouldn't hurt to go against your parent’s wishes and try some of it. just to relax a little, nothing much. and yeonjun didn't seem too weirded out about the idea, so what’s stopping you?

and sure, the high was great, the munchies were fun sometimes, and you finally laughed with your boyfriend during adam sandler’s movies, not the usual eye roll or scoff at the juvenile and predictable jokes.

but something you couldn't ignore was how you felt your skin burn under yeonjun’s touch, how his sloppier and messier kisses made you want to spend hours making out with him, how his lazy eyes made you shiver, how you always wished he’d go a little higher when caressing your thighs.

you two tried having drunk sex before, and it was amazing but at some point yeonjun did disappoint you a little, but with alcohol, that’s bound to happen. so to save yourselves the embarrassment, it was an agreement to not have sex while under the influence.

plus, he was so lazy when high, sometimes, even pecking your lips felt like an hour long chore to him, so it’s not like it would be that amazing. at least that’s what you told yourself.

but today was different, you’d usually take a few puffs together and chill at home, eat a lot and watch something that would now be funny, but this time you decided to take the blunt to your walk. there was a park near the apartment known to be frequented by drug users, so you would blend in perfectly, and the smell would probably go by unnoticed.

so, boldly, you went to the empty and dimly lit park, wasting no time and taking a few puffs as soon as you got there and. as you took a walk and waited for it to hit, by your fifth lap around the park, yeonjun, who was sitting at the same bench since you started pacing around, waited for you to walk in front of him and pulled you to himself by your shorts’ belt loop.

his big hands running up and down your hips, warming up your skin even through the thick fabric of your clothes, his pink lips hanging in a lazy smirk, it was only a matter of seconds before he made you sit on his lap and kissed you. the faint smell of weed on his breath making you tighten your legs, pressing yourself against his growing erection.

with how he was holding you in place by your waist, how he was moving his lips against yours — slowly, lovingly making out with you but you could still feel how needy he was —, with how he softly moaned into your mouth every time you pulled his hair a bit, you knew he was high.

it wasn't the usual baked yeonjun, who lays around wherever he can, laughs at every leaf that falls and can barely keep his eyes open, he, for once, felt the same way you did — felt his body burning up at the mere sight of your silhouette, with every look you shot at him, every bounce of your breasts under the hoodie you were wearing, his hoodie.

and while kissing him, you felt the dizziness kicking in and melting you into his body.

it didn't take long for the two of you to find your way back to your apartment, walking at a fast pace, considering how light headed you felt, like every step took you 2 minutes and the street ahead of you turned into a bottomless tunnel.

you had barely locked the door when you felt yeonjun’s lips on your neck, his eager hands trying to take your hoodie off, while yours pulled down the zipper on his, exposing a black tank top that barely contained his toned chest. instead of going straight to your shared room, as usual, he pinned you against the living room wall, leaving wet kisses from your neck to your mouth.

flopping around the entrance of the apartment, you flicked the light switch, as it was almost midnight and the place was as dark as it could get. one last peck was shared before a pair of red and lazy eyes stared deeply into yours, which were in a similar state. yeonjun smirked and picked you up, both hands squeezing your ass, and made his way to the couch, half laying half sitting while keeping you on his lap.

while removing your hoodie, you fixed yourself on top of him, positioning your hips so that your ass is right on top of his erection. you leaned forward and reattached your lips, lazily introducing your tongue into his mouth.

you rolled your hips on top of yeonjun’s, the friction causing him to creep his hand up your naked chest, cupping your breasts while lightly pinching your nipples. he nibbled on your bottom lip, making a gasp leave your lips.

your hands went from his shoulder to the back of his neck, where you pulled a few of the short strands of his black hair, the kiss breaking as he let his head fall back and moved his hands to your waist, caressing the spot.

your eyes met his half opened lips which sucked a sharp breath through his teeth, then his heavy eyelids, before he barely opened his eyes, just enough to watch you through his eyelashes, as you brought your lips to his jawline, leaving wet kisses. you traced to his adam’s apple, then the base of his neck.

when you moved from his lap and went past his collarbones with your mouth, his head slowly raised, just in time to see you getting on your knees and pulling his pants and underwear down. yeonjun instinctively raised his hips, seeing you pull his clothes just enough to expose his dick, rock hard and almost purple at the tip with how long yeonjun had neglected the erection.

you grabbed the base of his cock and positioned your lips near the tip, dropping a glob of spit on it. yeonjun hissed with the contact, encouraging you to lick his dick from the base up, putting it in your mouth as you reached the tip.

you started bobbing your head, spreading your spit all over it and picking up the peace when you got used to the length. yeonjun’s hands quickly found their way to your hair, tugging close to your scalp. his quiet grunts and heavy breathing gradually became louder, his grip on your hair tighter as he looked down to you and lightly thrust himself into your mouth.

— f-fuck, keep going — he breathed out, biting his lips to contain his noises.

he stopped his hips in place and let you take the lead. you alternated between sucking him up and down and circling his tip with your tongue, something you knew he loved.

with the tightness of his grip on your hair and his tense thighs, you knew he was close, which made you almost double your eagerness and try to go faster, even though it made you gag sometimes.

yeonjun suddenly pulled your hair to take your mouth away from his cock, faintly smiling at you while he tried to recover his breath. drool dripping down to his balls and pre cum leaking from his tip, it took you every ounce of strength to not put him back in your mouth.

— didn't want to cum yet — he said, pulling his boxers up and kicking his trousers away. he tapped your cheek, like a light slap, and removed his shirt — c’mere.

you stood on your feet and sat down at the spot he tapped, next to him. before making yourself too comfortable, he grabbed your face and pulled you to a kiss, wet and slow, very contrary to how quickly he unbuttoned your shorts and slid them down with your underwear.

as your head fell to the armrest, yeonjun, impatiently, pulled your legs so they were on his shoulders. he looked at you and gave you one last smile before leaving kisses on your clit.

yeonjun then started with small licks around the bud, squeezing your thighs with every movement of his tongue. when he felt you leaking at his chin, he glued his lips to your clit and lightly sucked, earning a moan and hair pull from you. he then started licking almost aggressively, his mouth unusually wet with his own drool, adding to the sensation on your pussy.

he introduced his pointer and middle finger at the same time, slightly stretching your leaking hole and hitting you in the right spot. your velvety walls squeezing his fingers together, making him moan against you, anticipating the same feeling on his cock.

with the increasing volume of your moans, yeonjun switched between pumping his fingers in and out and curling them inside of you, his tongue never losing the rhythm. as the slight heat on your clit started to spread to your legs, you knew you were getting close, and by how your legs were shaking around yeonjun’s shoulders, so did he.

you felt your whole body tensing up, your moans and grip on his hair becoming erratic with how much you wanted to release your orgasm.

with your legs so tense you knew you’d have cramps later, you felt a slow wave of heat washing through your body, making your limbs limp and freeing your throat from all the noises you didn't even know you were holding back. yeonjun kept his tongue moving while you rode out your orgasm, your hips rolling against his mouth and spreading your wetness on his lower face.

— what. the fuck — you whispered, head still laying on the couch, your eyes staring up at the ceiling while you recovered your breath. you never had an orgasm so intense, your whole body burning up for what felt like an eternity, brain foggy with pleasure, head almost hurting, and you swore you went deaf in one ear for a moment.

you felt your boyfriend moving away from your bottom, his face greeting you in a few seconds, smile big and bright and chin soaked with your juices, he kissed your lips passionately, making you moan at your taste on his lips.

he cupped your cheek while using his other hand to support himself, he deepened the kiss and moaned into your mouth, sending your hands to his broad shoulders.

when he pulled away with a couple pecks, your hands reached down to his hard cock through his boxers, making him hiss. you put your dominant hand inside his underwear, slowly stroking the length. he let his head fall to your shoulder, moaning into the crook of your neck and leaving kisses and light hickeys around the spot.

he removed his boxers fully, pulling your legs so they hugged his waist. he spit on his dick and used his hand to spread it, stroking himself slowly while looking directly at you. you watched with attention as his cock became glistened from his spit, rubbing your legs together in anticipation, feeling your thighs getting sticky with how wet you were.

yeonjun slid his dick along your pussy, wetting the tip with your juices. as you rocked your hips against him, he put one hand on your hip and squeezed his cock inside you, softly moaning.

— shit — yeonjun smiled at you, looking down and rubbing his thumb against your bottom lip, which you took in your mouth and sucked, eyes still locked with his — so fucking pretty — he whispered.

your gummy walls pulsed against his length, sucking him in. with the sudden fullness, you let out a string of moans, accompanying every single thrust of his hips, slow and deep. loud, wet noises coming from your hole, making him grunt.

he fell forward, elbowls in each side of your head supporting him. as he started to thrust harder, his right hand went to your hip, holding you in place. you gripped the fabric by your head, biting your lips and squeezing your eyes, trying to keep yourself quiet.

yeonjun couldn't look away from your face, your lips sore from biting on them, wet hair on your forehead and slightly flushed cheeks. just looking at your expression was enough to make him moan, bringing his lips to yours, and kissing you deeply, his hips stuttering as your fingers tug at his hair and you moaned against his mouth.

— look at me — he whispered, the desire in his voice compelling you to do as you’re told. his sharp and fierce eyes observing your every feature, every furrow of your eyebrows and motion of your lips, he was taking it all in. your moans and gasps filling his head, piercing through his ears, your sweat melting your skins together, your nails moving from his scalp to his back, scratches burning his shoulders.

yeonjun was becoming louder, his thrusts erratic and his grip on your hip became tighter. you grinded your hips against his and brought his hand to your breast, giving it a squeeze before pulling him in for a kiss. he could barely kiss you back with how overwhelmed he felt, all of his senses heightened and overwhelming him, he felt the pool of heat at the bottom of his stomach becoming stronger, his moans getting higher against your lips.

his hands aggressively going through your whole body, like he was trying to memorize your every curve. his head limp over your shoulder as he wrapped his right arm around you, bringing your torso closer to his. your legs were shaking with how hard he was fucking you, his dick hitting that sweet spot that blurred your vision.

— cum inside me, babe, please — you whispered in his ear, making him moan at the base of your neck, biting the spot to muffle his noises. his shaky breath hitting your skin and sending shivers down your body, the anticipation of your boyfriend spilling his cum inside you and warming you up from inside, the sticky substance sitting hot and heavy in your body.

you wrapped your legs around his waist, he raised his torso and put both hands on your waist, bouncing you on his dick while rolling his hips into you. his thrusts became shorter and faster, your hands traveled up and down his forearms, grabbing the toned limbs and using them to steady yourself.

as yeonjun came, he threw his head back, letting out one last loud moan. his movements now slow and shallow, while he rode out his orgasm with you rolling your hips. his cum slowly spilling inside you, filling and warming you up comfortably.

he caressed your thighs, grabbing the skin every so often, smiling down at you. you smiled back. he removed himself from you, cleaning you up before laying on your chest. you gave him a kiss on the lips, then on the forehead, then started playing with his hair.

the two of you laid there for a while, until you broke the silence by loudly sighing.

— i’m so hungry.

— me too.

#me next #choi yeonjun #yeonjun #tomorrow x together #yeonjun x reader #yeonjun smut #yeonjun hard hours #yeonjun hard thoughts #smut #pwp #yeonjun scenarios #txt scenarios #yeonjun fic #yeonjun imagine #Spotify

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melanchoire · 2 months ago

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hii meya!! love your works!! could you write your thoughts on g!p gamer reader and ning being needy during a match? i bet she would be such a tease

how about… if you are this typical popular streamer who is funny and makes people laugh easily, is charismatic, charming, and attractive enough to win people's hearts and gain new fans? always managing to be able to interact with the chat and maintain a conversation even while playing any video game, sometimes by collaborating with other well–known streamers or inviting your personal friends to play with you

and ningning is your lovely girlfriend who is always there for you! always visiting your room a couple of times to leave a container with snacks or a can of soda on the desk, making sure you at least eat something because she knows you spend hours in front of the screen and you probably haven’t had a decent meal since you put your ass on the chair 😓 so she takes the trouble to take care of you, because she knows you’re an idiot and because she loves you very much 💕

sometimes she even keeps you company, sitting next to you on the extra gaming chair you have. she usually reads the chat and talks to you about something in the comments that catches her attention, but there are times where she just stays quiet, looking at her own phone and living in her own world

until one day ningning feels so needy and it’s not a matter that she can ignore, she needs you! then she decides to go to the room in the apartment where you have your gaming room, finding you again playing a game with your group of stupid streamers 🙄 it’s not that they are complete idiots, but she couldn’t stand them! they were very loud, very noisy, they made bad jokes and they seemed unbearable. ningning couldn’t stand being in the same room as you and listen to the stupid things that came out of their lips every time she was keeping you company and that day was the one you decided to play in a group with your friends

walking into the room and doing her usual routine, leaving a bowl of chips and a glass of soda on the desk, earning a simple “thanks babe” but you didn't even turn to look at her! you didn’t even move your hands from the keyboard or the mouse of your computer… and that pissed ningning off! she was here, being a good girlfriend and caring about your well–being, but you couldn’t even thank her properly?

and she gets super clingy because she wants your attention 😵‍💫 moving the desk chair close to yours, always talking non-stop even if it’s nonsense because she's only doing it to cover up your friends’ voices so you only can hear her 😇 and well, you can’t complain to her about how she dresses when you two are in the comforts of your shared home, but today she was literally wearing the shortest, tightest clothes possible AND sitting in the chair in a way that arches her back just to stick out her chest and ass?? sometimes ningning would sit in that position unconsciously, but you knew she was doing that to get your attention and make you only look at her, but you were in the middle of an important game and you couldn't downplay all the effort you were putting into the game today! 😤

until she finally seems to be taking an interest in the game, and that makes you quite happy! of course your friends listen when she tells you to talk to her about the game because it seemed to be catching her attention and being interesting to her, they starting to cheer and say that maybe you should do a 1v1 with ningning sometime or that she should become a streamer too because she is charismatic and hot, words that pissed you off quite a bit but you had to bite your tongue because you didn’t want to ruin the current mood! 😊 so you just explain to ningning the dynamics of the game, what defense options your character has, how you can attack, and she listens to you! her chair practically next to yours and resting her chin on your shoulder until you feel a hand on your crotch?? you appreciate that the camera angle is positioned so that nothing under the desk is visible

but she just rests her hand on your clothed cock, occasionally patting the slowly growing bulge… but she keeps a poker face! pretending to cuddle up to you while you play, resting her head on your shoulder and occasionally kissing your cheek, pretending to be completely oblivious to how her actions were completely affecting you! suppressing a grin as a blush covered your cheeks or you shifted uncomfortably in your seat, looking at the chat to find fans saying things like “awww she gets nervous because her girlfriend is giving her affection in front of the cameras 🥰” of course!!! 🥰🥰🥰

ningning whispering things in your ear and trying not to get her voice picked up by the microphone, telling you that if you win the game she will reward you for your effort by sucking your cock, saying that she will give you a very good ride if you achieve victory just for her

and you do it! almost throwing the mouse to the ground after barely winning the game, your friends celebrating and talking through the discord voice chat, but you’re counting on finishing your stream!

and ningning dragging you into your room almost instantly after you finish your stream, pushing you by the shoulders so that you’re lying on your back on the mattress, taking advantage of the opportunity to climb on top of you because she is willing to give you what she promised you!

#yizhuo #yizhuo x fem reader #yizhuo x reader #yizhuo smut #ning yizhuo #ning yizhuo x fem reader #ning yizhuo x reader #ning yizhuo smut #ningning #ningning x fem reader #ningning x reader #ningning smut #aespa #aespa x fem reader #aespa x reader #aespa smut

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jacesvelaryons · 9 months ago

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(Modern! Jace Velaryon x Female!Reader) Social Media AU

summary: Modern Jacaerys Velaryon is an heir to the Targaryen Corp, and also has a decent following on social media. You and him have the best time together, making the most out of life being young, beautiful and successful. Spot the cameos of our other HOTD characters in a lot less stressful circumstance where everyone gets along in modern day. 😅

a/n: please keep sending in your requests! i love hearing and writing for you guys. i’ll get them back to you as soon as possible alongside a ton of original work i plan to share. will post a previews of my upcoming work with their posters and all.

masterlist

requests OPEN

yourusername

liked by rhaenyratargaryen, laenorvel and others

date night with the love of my life

sarasnow hope you had a blast lovelies!!

liked by yourusername

↩️ random63 wasn’t sara rumoured to be jaces fling situationship before he got with y/n? 👀👀

↩️ person173 i think so but she cregan and jace have made it clear they’re all just close friends

↩️ user649 ofc sure 🤔

rhaenyratargaryen love you my darlings

↩️ yourusername love you too mama nyra 🩷🩷🫂

↩️ user0092 oh she got his ceo mamas approval this is SERIOUS

yourusername

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user725 she’s making the targ heir work for her i love it

↩️ fan92 as men should

liked by yourusername, baelatargs and rhaenatargeryen

alyblackwood you deserve it girl 😌

↩️ yourusername thanks pookie 😙

username366 wish my man would treat me like this too 😓

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↩️ yourusername it’s @/versace luv!

jacaerysvelaryon

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taken by the beautiful @/ yourusername

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baelatargs and where are the pictures of her? sick of seeing your face 😤

↩️helaenasbugs yes where is she?? 🤭

↩️ yourusername dw girls my pic dumps are coming soon 😭

yourusername youre so stunning baby

↩️jacesvelaryons no you are stunning babe

↩️lucerysvelaryon get a room please…

randomuser now why does joffrey have an ig he’s too young 🤔

↩️ rhaenatargs it’s just for roblox and minecraft updates he’s fine trust me 😭😭

yourusername

it’s all sea blue and sand from here. 🐚

liked by addamhull, yourgirlnettles and others

usernamehere oh to be the targaryen corp heir’s gf living a life of luxury

↩️ randomuser887 she’s a gold digger 😒

↩️ person1124 she don’t need no gold she comes from a comfortable family herself lol

↩️ user98 you’d go for the gold too imagine the life and besides he’s cute smart respectful and a gentleman i’d date him even if he was broke

↩️fan120 real

itsyourgirlnettles missed you luv! come over at driftmark more often

↩️ yourusername i don’t see you enough! promise we’ll hang one on one time more

↩️itsyourgirlnettles good luck to me to get your man off your arm even just for a few hours with ya lol

jacaerysvelaryon posted a story

creganstark

night out with the best bro

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yourusername get home safely boys!

↩️usernamehere why didn’t you go girlie?

↩️ yourusername i’m always invited but im a grannie im in bed by 10 pm with a book winding down for the night 😅i come sometimes

↩️creganstark yeahhh you should come next time! had to deal with him fawning over you again 😐 don’t want your ego to get any bigger

↩️ yourusername hey! i’ll come next time i promise and my ego ain’t changing stark

jacaerysvelaryon missed you there my muse at my new set

↩️ yourusername i’ll be there next time i promise 😅 you know this isn’t my crowd but I’ll go for you

↩️ jacaerysvelaryon you missed my dedicated song to you last night i’ll have to play it again next time 😔

aegondeux yoo invite me over next time missed out the fun again

↩️helaenasbugs too busy at the bar that’s why 😒 why did you get out of rehab idiot

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mejaemin · 2 months ago

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always - jeon wonwoo

wc: 1.1k summary: you and your stress habits finally bring up the conversation about the inevitable, and remind you that wonwoo will always be with you, physically or not warnings: enlistment talk, angst, crying, hurt/comfort, nonchalant!wonwoo, this is a bit of a mess sry 😓😓 an: (for mootie @cxffecoupx 🤍) to all carats reading, we’ll be okay! i’m reopening my inbox after posting this for yall !! he’s my fav to write for, and i’m always willing to help heal your hearts 🫶🏽 another wonu fic coming shortly

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“wonwoo, baby, there’s something you need to sign for!” you call out from the front door, and he sighs, forcing himself up from the couch to take care of it. the delivery man hands him a clipboard, and he brings the heavy box to the kitchen to pry it open.

pulling a knife from the block, he carefully cuts the tape. “this is, what, the fifth box this week? and the third today?”

you nod, bouncing on your feet as you watch him open the box. sucking in a breath, you put on your most convincing voice, “yeah, it’s weird. you haven’t given any fans your address, right? who could it be?”

he shrugs, choosing silence as he pulls the mystery item out of the box. it’s some sort of stuffed animal, vacuum sealed in a plastic bag. when he pulls it out and cuts it open, it puffs up a little, looking like an extremely deformed chococat plush.

“huh.” he watches as it continues puffing up to life, looking extremely dumb. cute, but definitely a little stupid looking.

“the sender must not know you well if they keep sending you all this cutesy stuff, no?” you ask, leaning on the counter, still using a clueless voice.

“yeah..” he mumbles, fighting back the knowing smile on his lips. you guys have been together for way too long for you to think he couldn’t see through you. after a pause of silence, he speaks again. “love… could i see your phone, please?”

you stand straight, a little shocked. “um, what? why?” your hands are suddenly hovering protectively over the device, shielding it from him as it sits face down on the countertop.

“i just wanna see something.” he’s smiling, knowing his presumptions are correct, and also amused at the idea that you could be worried that he’s thinking of something else.

“um..” you back up, slowly inching away from his outstretched hand, until you’ve created enough space to book it to your bedroom.

belly flopping onto the bed, simultaneously face planting into multiple fox and cat plushies. there’s cat everything everywhere at this point. it’s almost disgusting.

wonwoo comes in behind you, hovering over your body. “you’re not hiding something, are you? just let me see it. two seconds, that’s it.” when you shake your head, he flips you over as gently as possible, uncurling your fingers from around your phone and taking it from you.

swiping it open (his face is the second option for facial recognition), he pulls up your card history, and he isn’t surprised to see multiple purchases from different brands and websites he knows sell all the unnecessary stuff he’s been receiving. he clicks the most recent one, and it takes him to the screen showing which item you bought… an extra large chococat plush.

“what’s this?” he turns the screen to you.

“um.. surprise?” you smile sheepishly, pulling a purple fox pillow into your arms, hiding everything but your eyes.

he shuts your phone off, putting it down on the sanrio themed wireless charger before laying next to you, on his side. “is there a reason why you’re buying all this stuff for me?”

it’s always been a habit of yours to start splurging when your emotions are heavy. it isn’t brought up often, or at all really, for your sake, but you know he’s enlisting. tomorrow. you haven’t brought it up once since he told you the date, but he can tell it’s affecting you. he just wants you to say it, give him a way to start the process of comforting you, without confrontation.

you sigh, looking to the side when your eyes start burning. taking a breath, one long enough to suppress your tears for at least a sentence, you start, “this is the last time i’ll be able to get you stuff.. for a while. so, i don’t know..” you trail off, pulling the sleeves of wonwoo’s sweater over your hands, covering your eyes as you start to cry.

“oh..” he pulls you into him, unsure of what to say. with your head buried in his chest, he simply strokes your hair, holding you close. this is the first time you’ve shown emotion towards the situation, as far as he knows, and you have so much to let out. he lets you, keeping your body in his arms as you sob into him.

after a bit, your tears calm down, the room silent save for occasional sniffles. wonwoo gently pulls your head away from his body, holding your face in his palms.

“i know how much this sucks for you.. believe me, it hurts me too.” he starts, a little unsure of how to comfort you. “but, just know, i’ll always be here for you. even if it’s not physically. you’ll always have me.” he sits up, pulling you into his lap, and you sit sideways atop his legs. taking his hand, you fidget with his promise ring, one that matches your own, while staying silent.

“i’ll be taking that with me, by the way.” he chuckles. “even if it’s not on my hand, to keep it in good condition, i’ll always have it on my person.”

you sniffle, body shuddering as you take a deep breath. “i’m gonna miss you so much. i don’t think i can do it, serious.” you look up at him, snotty nose and all, eyes wide to convey how truthful you’re being.

he laughs, full on laughs, and it’s enough to make you smile. “you can. because you know what? whenever i have time off, you’re the first one i’m going to. when i have my phone? i’m calling you first.”

“really? me before your game streaks?” you smile, feeling a little better about the situation.

he chuckles, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. he lingers there for a moment, absorbing your scent and truly engraving it in his brain. it isn’t the last time he’ll get to, but it is for a while, and it sure does feel like the last right now.

“of course.. that’s a very close second priority. but remember, you’re always first.”

he holds you for a little longer, and even when responsibilities start calling your names, they’re tended to while keeping as much physical contact as possible. there isn’t a moment for the next 24 hours where you are apart, except for the moment when you have no choice but to split. when you do, it’s so upsetting, but you have a million plushies resembling wonwoo to keep you company, along with the comforting idea that you’ll always be the first he messages when free.

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svt 🏷️ @coquettejunnie @prettymoles

#mejaemin #svt #seventeen #svt x reader #seventeen x reader #jeon wonwoo #jeon wonwoo x reader #wonwoo #wonwoo x reader #svt fluff #svt angst #jeon wonwoo fluff #jeon wonwoo angst #wonwoo fluff #wonwoo angst #special ⋆ ˚｡⋆ ♡ ˚#— reqs ఇ ◝‿◜ ఇ

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seduzist · 9 months ago

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idk if you write for art but can you make one where art loses his virginity with reader pls 😓 (bonus points if there’s breeding kink) tyyy!

virgin!art x fem!reader

cw. talks of breeding, drunk sex.

art’s been waiting for this for way too long, and you know it. that’s why you were so good to him, you kissed tenderly all of his face, making him smile drunkly at you and shove you at the wall, getting more comfortable to start taking off your clothes. he looks mesmerized by your body and for a second the smile disappears, only the fear of not being good enough staying in his eyes. but you noticed and whispers to him that it’s okay to touch.

the trick worked well and in the next second his dick is hard as a rock, the only thought in his mind is to be inside you. which he did, just a few minutes after.

art loses his mind at how tight and hot you are, he couldn’t help but get needy, all desperate, thrusting inside you with his hips like his life depends on it, grunting loudly abt how good you feel, how he can not stop. his face right into your neck and one of his arms holding his body above yours while the other is holding your leg up, guaranteeing that stays this way so he could continue fucking you and feeling your walls against his sensitive cock.

“i need- i need to breed you, please-please.” he takes his face from your neck just to beg you, he should know you were on the pill, but who cares? poor boy never felt this way, his primal instincts taking the best of him, never in this life his body needed so badly of anything. the merely thought of cumming inside you, marking you as his, giving you his fucking baby???? had the boy out of his fucking mind.

his eyes were so captivating, so hard to refuse, how could you? when he’s skin on skin with you, you feel him all over, when he’s griping so hard the soft skin of your thigh, when you feel his cock pulsing inside you, begging for release, when the pretty boy is thrusting inside messily and sloppy, inexperienced, with no sense or skill, just pure natural instinct, he was barely giving you pleasure but the sight made your pussy wetter for him to thrust.

he kept begging until you exclaimed yes! and thats when he cum, hard, loud, deep, you feel him filling you up to the point where is leaking even before he pulls out, he’s exhausted and just falls on top of you, panting hard as he thanks you for making him feel se good… you feel his cock softening up inside you and see art’s eyes closing as he lays in your chest.

#art donaldson #art donalson x reader #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x you #art donaldson x female reader #challengers smut #challengers #art challengers #art donaldson smut #x fem!reader #fem!reader #art x reader #art x you #maddy’s thoughts

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bombiikki · 5 months ago

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ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ – non idol!hanni x barista!fem reader !!

synopsis: hanni finds herself falling head over heels for the cute guy who works at a coffee shop. hanni makes her move, soon finding out that the guy she was interested in wasn’t a guy at all.

contains: fluff, hanni being a brainrot enthusiast is real trust, that or she has been infected by brainrot hyein, messages right in the middle of writing cuz i rlly like texting segments in fanfics SUE ME, not proofread

wc: 2.1k

a/n: first time wriitng and posting a ff!! kinda nervous! erm i would greatly appreciate feedback if anyone can give any at like any point in time ^^ enjoy ur stay guys! also i totally took some inspo from ‘the guy she interested in wasn’t a guy at all’ so please moot me up if yk it 😓

“does anyone know a good place to get coffee? i fear i’ve been too sleep deprived lately, and i need a cup of coffee asap.” hanni sighed, walking to campus with her friends.

danielle wore a smile that was as bright as ever, swinging her interlocked hands with haerin. "i don't know of any coffee places, sorry hanni." danielle said. "nah, it's ok dani. it doesn't seem like you would. you're always filled with so much energy," hanni chuckled.

minji, walking alongside hanni’s right, put her finger up and exclaimed “didn’t hyein say she started working at a coffee shop? maybe, you should try that place.”

“hyein works? like, a real job?” hanni snorted. “i’ll probably visit after lectures today, but i probably won’t see hyein. it'll be too early for her to have finished school yet,” hanni continued. “do you wanna come with me?”

minji put her hands behind her head, continuing to walk alongside hanni. “sorry hanni, might have to pass up on that offer. i got a big project coming up and i need to study in the library.” minji shrugged. “okay, nerd” hanni muttered, earning herslef a slap on the shoulder.

hanni walked out of the lecture hall, searching for directions to get to the coffee place minji mentioned. the shop was a bit of a distance away from the campus, hiding away in a small area of town.

“this coffee better be worth it,” hanni mumbled to herself.

hanni walked through the door – a bell ringing, signifying her entrance. it was a cozy space, not very crowded but not completely deserted. the shop screamed comfortable and safe. it smelled like freshly ground coffee, for very obvious reasons. a small tune played in the background – a silly little bossa nova tune.

a worker heard the bell ring from the entrance, and so peaked their head out from behind the counter. as hanni walked closer to the employee, the cuter she found them. since when did cute guys work at coffee shops? she thought to herself.

the guy at the counter rocked a shoulder-length, half-up, half-down hairdo, with many ear piercings and a gorgeous face card. to top it all off, he had glasses. this boy was very pretty, making hanni almost fall to her knees. hanni finally made it to the counter, face to face with the cute barista. hanni had to play her cards right if she didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of such a fine specimen.

“hey there, sigma. what’s a fine specimen like you doing here?” hanni stuttered out, immediately going red and mentally slapping herself. she ducked her head and broke eye contact in embarrassment. what was she doing? and fine specimen? what was she even saying?

the barista chuckled softly. “i mean, i’m not too sure. maybe, i’m just a random person who stole an apron and a job.“ he snorted. hanni still kept her head down, muttering curses against herself.

“so, miss sigma, what would you like today?” the barista asked. hanni cleared her throat, raising her head but avoiding eye contact at all cost. “i’ll just take a latte, if that’s okay.” hanni said quickly. the guy behind the counter gave a soft smile before giving hanni a total, recieving cash in return.

hanni quickly made her way to an empty table, still beet red. she did not want to tell any of her friends about this interaction, fearing that she will never hear the end of their teasing. hanni took out her phone, trying to find anything that could distract herself from that embarrassing interaction.

after a few quick minutes, hanni looked up to see the cute barista place a cup of coffee onto the table. he still had that stupidly soft smile that made hanni weak in the knees.

“enjoy your latte!” the barista said softly. all hanni could do was nod in response.

happy lil sigmas

minji so hanni how was the coffee shop hyein what coffee shop? hanni u went to a coffee shop??? hanni sighs i did indeed it was erm ur coffee shop too btw hyein WHAT?? AND U DIDNT BOTHER TO TEXT ME OR WAUT FOR MY SHIFT TO BEGUN?? hanni I DIDN’T KNOW WHEN U WOULD GET THERE 😭 minji so completely ignore my question some friend 🙄 hanni says the one who abandoned me to get coffee by myself js to study in the library minji JUST ANSWER THE QUESTION 💀 hanni it was erm nice! minji something happened for sure.. hyein who was working the shift when u got there? hanni it was like a cute guy he had like shoulder length hair half up half down ear piercings and glasses haerin did i hear hanni call a guy cute?? what did i miss who r u????? hanni WEHRED U COME FROM HELLO?? hyein cute guy you say? im pickign up whta ur putting down hehehe hanni i can hear u scheming from behind the screen whatever ur thinkign stop it pelase hyein what if i told u im VERY close with the barista ur talking abt i could help u make a move perchance haerin u cant just say perchance! hanni GET OUTTA HEREEE HAE haerin 😿 danielle don’t say that about haerin!! that’s very rude of you hanni 😡 hanni so does everyone js like appering outta nowhere and attack me?? minji yes hyein wait hanni r u gonna go back to the coffee shop hanni well yes! not when ur gonna be there tho i fear i can basically hear ur shemeing scream thru the screen the coffee is nice haerin is the coffee the only reason you’re going back? hanni ok whatever now im cursing everyone here

hanni walked through the coffee shop doors once more. she had finished another day of lectures and was so down for a cup of coffee. as she made her way to the counter, a familiar face was standing behind the cash register.

“so, miss sigma comes back for another latte?” the barista from yesterday chuckles, hanni going slightly pink in the cheeks. “could we, potentially, forget about the whole sigma thing. it’s embarrassing,” hanni chuckled awkwardly. “i think it was cute, but if it makes you uncomfortable then sure!” the barista smiled softly.

hanni could feel her eyes dilate, sharing a soft smile with the cute barista. “not uncomfortable, it’s just a little too embarrassing to think about again,” hanni chuckled. the barista hummed in response as hanni ordered the latte from yesterday. she then went and sat down on the same table from the day previously too.

hanni received her latte, accompanied with that same soft smile. she took the time to look at admire the latte art – a cute little bunny.

“enjoy your latte!” the cute barista said softly.

hanni went to the coffee shop everyday of the week. and now, the weekend had hit. hanni had no plans to go out, yet she found herself walking out the door and towards the coffee shop.

the bell rang softly in hanni’s ears as she opened the entrance door to the shop. she looked over to the counter, surprising herself when she saw who stood behind it. it was hyein. hanni wouldn’t admit it to herself, but she was a little disappointed when she didn’t see her little coffee shop crush.

“hanni! it’s good to see you on such a lovely lil weekend!” hyein beamed. hanni smiled softly while rolling her eyes. “so, you work weekend shifts?” hanni questioned. hyein nodded enthusiastically.

“you know, a little birdie told me you introduced yourself to the lil barista crush with a ‘hey there, sigma’.” hyein snorted, hanni going red and smacking hyein from across the counter. “i was trying to seem confident to avoid embarrassing myself.” hanni hissed. “uh huh, didn’t seem to work though.” hyein smirked.

hanni ordered her usual latte, paying for it and sitting in her usual spot. when hyein came over to deliver the latte, she sat herself down. “it’ll be fine, this place is slow enough for me to have a lil convo with a friend.”

hanni took a slow sip of her latte. “so,” she began, “your really pretty coworker. is there any way you could, potentially, hit me up with him?” hanni took another long, slow sip of her latte. she could see the mischievous glint in hyein’s eyes. “oh, you mean that one?” hyein said, tilting her head and pointing towards a figure emerging from behind the counter. it was the barista crush.

“yeah, i’ll see what i can do.” hyein smirked. hanni didn’t know whether to be excited or scared.

the bell rang softly through the shop as someone walked in. hyein looked at the clock of the shop and got up from her seat. “the job’s calling for me now. i gotta make money somehow.” hyein shrugged.

hanni waved at hyein, looking towards the counter once more. the cute barista was taking the order of the person who came in, taking cash and giving the customer their change. then, the barista made eye contact with hanni and smiled softly. hanni felt her cheeks heat up a little before smiling back at the guy behind the counter.

hanni went back to the coffee shop the next day, under the guidance of hyein. when she arrived, she saw hyein at the counter once more.

“i’m gonna be busy today, but your little crush will be at the counter the entire time i’m gone. when you get the chance, make your move. trust me, it’ll be fine.” hyein whispered from across the counter.

hanni raised her eyebrow and chuckled at hyein’s little antic but didn’t question it. she ordered her latte to go this time, watching as the barista came from the back and swap places with hyein.

hanni waited by the side of the counter, watching her barista crush make her latte gracefully and slide it gently to hanni. “enjoy your coffee!” he said softly, with his signature soft smile.

the barista went to turn around and redo his little ponytail, until hanni used her voice.

“um, could i ask you something?” hanni asked softly. the barista made eye contact with hanni and smiled, hair tie on his wrist and his hand still holding onto his little ponytail. “anything,” he replied.

hanni cleared her throat and mustered up all her courage. she closed her eyes, and when she opened them again she wore a playful smirk.

“so, pretty boy, do you have a name or should i just call you mine?” hanni said smoothly, trying to keep up her charismatic act. she watched the barista in front of her go pink in the cheeks a bit, but he looked a bit confused and tilted his head. he let go of his ponytail and let them fall to his sides.

“pretty boy? hate to break it to you but, erm, i’m a girl.” the cute girl chuckled awkwardly, still wearing that stupidly cute, soft smile. her hair fell above her shoulders.

hanni’s eyes widened a bit, her jaw dropping. how did she get it so wrong? hanni’s cheeks began to heat up as she avoided eye contact with the barista standing across the counter. this felt like the sigma thing all over again, only 10 times worse.

“that stupid hyein. always pulling her little pranks.” the girl in front of her snorted. “i get perceived as a really pretty guy a lot, but i swear hyein told you. that damned girl is always causing trouble.” she chuckled.

hanni slowly made eye contact with the cute barista again, almost melting at the sight of her smile. hanni was so downbad. “i, um, look i’m so so sorry.” hanni began, scratching the back of her neck.

the barista only smiled wider, and nodded softly. “it’s not your fault. hyein was always the more mischievous cousin.” she replied softly. hanni felt her world shake. “cousin!?” she exclaimed.

the barista sucked in air through her teeth and shook her head slowly. “i’m going to give her a piece of my mind, excuse me. when you leave, maybe check the inside of your latte and the side of the cup.” she winked before going to the back.

hanni walked out of the coffee shop, hearing some bickering from the back room. hanni opened the lid of her to go cup, looking at the latte art. it was a heart. hanni couldn’t stop herself from smiling widely before checking the side of her cup. there was writing with a phone number below.

‘hey there, sigma! text me xo’

#bombikki 彡☆#newjeans #newjeans x reader #newjeans hanni #hanni x reader #hanni pham x reader

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✦ we found wonderland - averyjameson

wc: 6.5k warnings: drinking, like 2 suggestive jokes lmao a/n: this fic is for @x-liv25-jamieswife 💘🙈 i love you so much girl youre literally the funniest ever, and you are the biggest averyjameson stan in the world (and the best one) so ofc i had to write this! i'm sorry this came soo late— i know its been like a month since ur bday 😓 anyway i hope you enjoy this!!

32 seconds. That was exactly how long it took Jameson to get to Avery's room when she texted him she needed help.

He knocked hurriedly, then barged in anyway.

His breath caught in his throat— but for all the right reasons. Avery simply stood there, down at the end of the room, not in distress like he feared, with the barest hint of a laugh on her face.

She looked at him through her floor length mirror, their eyes meeting.

“Heiress? What's...'' The words died in his throat as a slow grin spread on his face, his head tilting to the side. ''I didn't know we were going out.''

She glanced over her shoulder, her hair falling in effortless waves over her backless dress— her favourite colour, emerald green.

She bit back a smile at Jameson’s expression when he walked over to her, his hand resting on her lower back.

''We aren't going out.'' She told him in the mirror. ''it's girls night.” She let those words hang in the air for a moment, studying his expression.

“Why dont you have a...'' Avery grimaced. ''a boys night, hang out a little with your brothers, I don't know.'' She shrugged a little, craning her head to see Jamesons face, feel it close to hers.

Jameson gave her a slow smile as his hands trailed across her back, ''Ive spent my whole life 'hanging out' with them,'' He rose his brows, his hands now on her shoulders. ''I think I'll pass.''

“I guess, but, I hear Xander built some new drink or dare machine. Measures your heart rate and all, so, it'll know if you're really truthful.'' She refocused her gaze on the mirror, her hands habiutally reaching for her necklace to fiddle with, but she was met with nothing.

She traced her fingers over her collarbones, tilting her head, ''Anyway, help me with my necklace?'' She asked, already picking up said necklace from her vanity.

In an instant Jameson was grinning again— of course he’d help her with her necklace, ''S'that all you called me for?'' he muttered lowly, moving her hair gently over one side of her neck.

''Yeah.'' She said through a light laugh as she handed him the necklace box. “I can barely even move in this dress.'' Avery watched him through the mirror, toying with the ends of her hair. “Thats why I only go to dinner in it.”

Jameson hummed in response , opening the box and carefully picking up the necklace and letting out a low whistle of appreciation as he saw the gleam of the diamonds.

“Well,” he started, meeting her eyes sharply in the mirror, letting his smile change into one less sweet, “I could always help you change into something more comfortable.”

Expectedly, amusement flashed across Avery’s eyes for a moment. “Please, Jameson,'' Again, expectedly, her gaze flickered away for a moment as she whacked his arm, unable to hide the flush creeping up on her face, “put the necklace on already.”

Their eyes met again in the mirror, his tongue poking his cheek as he laughed.

Jameson had got what he had wanted, which in all honesty was just seeing Avery smile. “Alright, alright,” he mumbled, that totally-not-sweet grin still on his lips as he looked back at the necklace.

His calloused fingers were a stark contrast to the delicate necklace held in between them.

Jameson purposefully let them brush against her neck as he hooked the necklace on, making tingles shoot straight down her spine.

Avery's breath hitched. Even after being together so long, his touch still managed to make her flustered.

His touch always felt softer than she remembered, which was strange, because she truly believed she had memorized the way it felt.

It was engrained in her mind. But still, every time her hands brushed over his, it felt like the first time.

Every time the pads of his fingertips touched her face, the gentleness of the act would always spark her nerves for a second, before she fell into that familiar daze of comfort she felt around him.

Now, Jameson’s expression was one of focus, his brows slightly furrowed and his lips parted the tiniest bit. He noticed the hitch— as he noticed everything— but didn't say anything.

He placed his hands on her shoulders gently, slowly moving up and down her shoulders as he looked at her once again in the mirror. His voice was light, “You're beautiful.”

Avery smiled, her heart skipping a beat, or multiple, as she turned her head to actually look at him. “You say that a lot.”

Jameson narrowed his eyes jokingly, “Of course I do, it's always true.'' He told her, and Avery turned so she was fully facing him now, eye to eye. “I'm a simple man, Heiress. I say what I see.''

She couldn't help but laugh, ''You're anything but simple.'' She told him, which was the truth.

He had so much to him, so much to know, so much to love. Simple was the last word Avery would use to describe Jameson Hawthorne.

''You spoke in riddles for the first month I knew you. You still do.''

He considered that for a moment, “Well, you answered them, did you not?'' Jameson replied simply.

Avery had to focus on holding back her smile at the memories of them when they first met, when she first realised she wanted to know Jameson. Wanted more than what she had.

''Atleast I get to be simple to you. With you.'' He continued, and there was a hint of sentiment in his words, an odd glint of sadness behind his eyes almost masked by the usual teasing glint, and something about it made Avery's heart twist.

Instinctually, Avery’s hand reached out for Jameson’s, and his thumb brushed against the back of her hand.

I get to be simple to you. She knew how much those words meant. To everyone else, Jameson had always been the reckless, yet mysterious boy who you could never truly understand.

And at first, thats what Avery had categorised him as.

She'd never been more wrong in her life.

With you. Being with Jameson was quite possibly the most right thing in her life.

It wasn't simple at first. But they tried for each other.

No one had ever put that much effort and want into getting to know Avery before.

They’ve had their fights. And after every single one of them, they’d only come out loving each other that much more.

The way he’d hold her face in his hands, like she was precious to him, the way she’d run her hands through his hair, soothing the both of them as they fell asleep in each others arms.

Simple.

Now, being with him was as easy as breathing, as simple as counting to 10. It was second nature to care for him, they were a unit.

Avery smiled, her hands on Jamesons chest. Jamesons eyes glittered as he gazed at her, his eyes flickering between her features.

“God, Jamie. I cant leave with you looking at me like that.” She slightly pushed him away, flustered. “Stop it.”

He was even closer now, and she didn't make any efforts to push him away. Instead, Avery's arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. One of his hands came to hold her face gently, his thumb brushing slow circles on her cheek.

She could feel the heat radiating off of him, “Then don't go.” Jameson murmured, his eyes fixated on her lips for a moment longer, before returning to her eyes. “Even forever isn't nearly enough when it comes to you.”

His gaze flickered between the two of her eyes, but Avery felt like he was seeing much more than that.

He saw through her, saw all the parts she didn't particularly like about herself, and only loved her more.

He loved her. She knew that.

But when she allowed herself to truly think about it, think about the fact that every time they’re together, and he looks at her, he feels the same way she does when she looks at him.

It was bizarre. A part of her almost felt like laughing and skipping around whenever she did think about it too much— like a perpetual state of joy when one finds out their crush likes them back.

God, she had a crush on her boyfriend. He had one on her. They'd been together for nearly 2 years.

She almost wanted to laugh.

Avery smiled to herself, “If I find a way to make us live forever and one day," Her arms slid down his neck, one of her hands coming to jab at his chest gently. "You'll be the first to know.''

Jameson hummed in consideration, and Avery found it hard to focus when his thumb moved up and down her cheek. ''What if I find it first?" He said lowly.

Competitions were fun, but with them together, they were infinitely more fun.

“You won’t.” She smiled, matching his grin from earlier like a poker player would. “But, you could go and get a head start— ask Xander while I'm gone with Libby.” She continued softly, a slight hum in her voice. ''If anyone knows the answer, it'd be him.''

A slow grin stretched on Jameson's lips, his other hand coming to also hold Avery's face. “Offering me a headstart? You must really like me. I was absolutely unaware that you thought I was that special.”

Avery's cheeks flushed, and she was acutely aware that his hands were on her face, so even if by some miracle he couldn't see it, he could definitely feel the way her face heated up.

She managed an eye roll and a dry chuckle, ''You're weird.''

Jameson only grinned in response, and Avery got the feeling he saw her flush and felt it.

She wanted to roll her eyes again, maybe huff, but he quickly quipped back: “You're gorgeous.”

''That's...'' Avery faltered slightly, her head tilting as she fought a smile. She was supposed to call him weird, he was supposed to annoy her back. ''That's not how it works.''

''I've never liked to do the expected, Heiress.'' He told her, hands coming away from her face, though his eyes never left hers. ''You've known that about me since day one.''

Avery would be lying if she said everything didn't suddenly seem colder without his hands on her.

She hummed in thought for a moment. She needed to change the conversation and steer his focus away from her flustered expression.

She doubted it was even possible, but she tried. “If you're always doing the unexpected, it becomes expected of you 'to do the unexpected.’ So at one point, doesn't the expected become unexpected?''

Jamesons eyes glittered slightly, and Avery knew he was revising over the question in his head. “Good question,'' Jameson responded, “Unfortunately I've just heard the word 'expected,' too many times in the last minute. I don't have an answer for you.''

“I’ve rendered you speechless?”Avery smiled, speaking in the exact same tone Jameson was speaking in moments earlier.

Jameson grinned, nodding to further emphasize that speechlessness. Avery fought back a stupid smile at the look on his face.

She could never get enough of his smile, his humor, his voice, of him. Ever.

Avery rose her brows in a display of fake judgement, though her fingers twitched with excitement at her sides. “Good, I’ve had enough of you talking.”

Jameson’s eyes flickered down to her lips, one hand coming to her jaw as he raised a brow in question.

With her heart fluttery, Avery bit back a giggle— he was really taking this whole speechless bit thing to heart.

Avery rose a brow back wordlessly. She wouldn’t give in that easily.

Jameson exhaled, “Heiress, I’m no longer speechless.” He finally spoke, his voice low and smooth and making Avery’s stomach flutter. “I also, would very much like to kiss you.”

“I suppose you can kiss me,” Jokingly, Avery shrugged and puffed her lips out in faux boredom.

Jameson rose a brow, feigning offense, “That’s not a yes.”

She felt herself smile as she rose to her tiptoes, barely brushing her lips against his.

She felt his breath on his, and murmured, “Fine,” she said in a breath out, “I would also very much like you to kiss me.”

In an instant, Jameson brought his other hand to the back of her neck and held her as he pressed his lips against hers.

Those fingers that were twitching at her sides now ran through Jameson’s hair as he pulled her close.

When they finally pulled away from each other, nerve endings sparking and energy buzzing, her hands trailed down to his chest once again. Their foreheads stayed touching, breathing heavy.

If Avery was being honest, she didn't know if she had it in her to leave if she looked at him a minute longer.

Especially not when he was smiling at her like that, and all she wanted to do was kiss him again, and feel that smile on her lips.

She thought about seeing Libby though— a quiet dinner, just the two of them, and she felt as if she'd regained her footing.

She let out a chuckle, "Alright, I actually have to go," She trailed off, her hands finally sliding off of his chest. ''But I'll see you later tonight, when I get back."

"Have fun, Heiress.'' He said, pulling her in one last time for a short kiss.

He wasn't trying to distract her. Avery knew Jameson's kisses when he was offering a distraction, and Avery knew Jameson's kisses when they were simply goodbye kisses.

Regardless, she ended up getting just a little distracted.

It took a lot more of her willpower and self-control to take a step back than she expected. Jameson's eyes, and maybe even his lips, were a force greater than gravity.

Avery then walked away from Jameson and out of the room, fully aware of his gaze lingering on her.

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"Oh, oh, I have a really good one." Libby laughed, walking in a line that was anything but straight, knocking Avery to the side a little.

"Okay," Avery laughed back, her coat wrapped tightly around her, and her heels held in one hand as she walked no less wonky than Libby. "But don't say something like, would you rather dye your hair blue or purple."

Avery and Libby had gotten back from their dinner an hour ago.

They had been at the restaurant bar for a little, but they quickly ended up getting bored. Too many men had tried hitting on them, but Avery had an inkling of a feeling that Libby enjoyed waving her hand in the air, specifically her right ring finger, and saying, “I’m a married woman!”

Now, they were in the Hawthorne House back yard, — if you could even call it that.

The land seemed to stretch on forever, with gardens, statues, fountains, benches everywhere, swings built for the boys from their childhood days, a maze, and a wrecked treehouse.

Avery had made countless discoveries during her time at Hawthorne House.

Today, she made another one: Drunk Libby was not good at 21 questions.

''My questions aren't that bad!'' Drunk Libby was also apparently not self aware. ''Its just... You know what, I don't like this game.''

''Hey, you're the one who suggested it.'' Avery bumped into her purposefully as they walked side by side, nudging her shoulder.

Libby groaned, throwing her head back exasperatedly. A laugh left avery’s lips, then she suggested, ''Okay, one more question, then we'll stop.''

''Good lord, we're so pathetic,'' Libby snorted, looking at Avery for a moment. ''We only got to 4 questions.''

Avery couldn't hold back her own snort, ''Good lord? Who are you?''

''What?'' Libby asked half confusedly, a half smile on her lips. Then her face fell slightly when she realised. ''Oh, shut up, you."

Libby couldn't hold back that lovesick smile on her face when she talked about her partner. Avery knew the feeling.

Libby continued, "Obviously I'm bound to pick up on his lingo just a little bit. He's my husband."

“I don’t mind it!” Avery teased, dragging out the last two words. She then tapped her chin, thinking. “It’s cute, I can imagine my little nieces and nephews wearing cowboy hats and saying things like hold your horses.”

“Woah!” The shock on Libby’s face was priceless, but Avery saw the way her eyes gleamed a little. Libby started laughing like a madwoman, “Okay, seriously hold your horses, that’s a tad too far.”

She stopped for a moment, then murmured to herself, almost in consideration. “It would tiniest bit cute though, little country accents and all.”

Avery’s gaze softened at the sight of her sister, then she let out an amused chuckle. “It would be sickeningly adorable, Lib.”

''Okay, let’s change the subject,'' Libby let out an airy, slightly flustered laugh, then hummed, ''Next question. What do you think past you would be most shocked about your life now?''

''Oh, God,'' Avery let out a chuckle in half disbelief. How'd they go from questions about cats or dogs, blue or purple, to this? ''I dont even know. Honestly, just—“

"No." Libby interjected, "I already know what you're going to say.'' She fixed her gaze on Avery's, a slight teasing smile on her lips. “You can't say everything.''

''Thats impossible!'' Avery laughed, even though it wasnt particularly funny. She looked down at her hands as they continued walking through the dim, warmly lit back yard.

“I don’t care,” Libby giggled, jabbing at Avery’s shoulder. “Think of a different answer.”

''Okay, then,” Avery chewed on her bottom lip in thought, her mind running through all the different ways her life had flipped upside down. It was all insanity. But one thing stood out more than the rest.

“I guess probably everything with mom.'' She finally decided on, not meeting Libby’s gaze. ''And that Harry wasn't really Harry. And that mom wasn’t really Sarah. And that the postcards were never just postcards.''

Avery kept talking, the words leaving her mouth faster than her brain could catch up.

''I think... I think I'd be most shocked, and almost annoyed, to know that even after all the mysteries we uncovered, I still don't really know what mom's big secret was. Ideas, sure, but not an answer.''

She didn't realise how much finally saying those words out loud affected her.

Avery never admitted it, but the fact that she'd never be able to solve that one mystery, finish that last game — I have a secret... — would always linger in the back of her mind.

''Ave...'' She brought her gaze up to Libbys, who was looking her with her brows scrunched up sympathetically.

Her hair looked almost black in the faint orange light with the dark sky behind her, and it reminded Avery of when she dyed it brown, to appease Avery's team, to look ordinary and fit in the new world they were shoved into.

She hated it.

''I'm sorry, I didn't mean to ruin the vibe," Avery quickly shook her head, a forced chuckle leaving her lips. "I should've said something like not living in my car, or that people ask me for my autograph.''

She looked away, sniffling and wiping her eyes with the back of her hands quickly before she looked back at Libby, laughing slightly. ''Isn't that weird? I didn't even have a permanent home 2 years ago.”

''It is weird." Libby assured her softly. "All of it is weird. It's not wrong to feel weird.''

Avery sniffled once again, muttering a quiet, “Yeah, I guess.”

They were both silent for a moment as they continued walking around the premises.

Avery knew that she would miss this moment of peace and vulnerability with Libby, and it hadn't even ended.

She was already dreading the fact that it would have to end eventually.

She hated it when she thought like that.

Suddenly, she met Libby’s calm eyes and those thoughts stopped, she found herself truly happy in the moment.

''Well, it wasn't my question, but I think you'd be most shocked that you hadn't really changed one bit. Even after everything.'' Libby admitted quietly, a sad smile playing on her lips.

''You're still my little sister, you're still the same girl who would play chess with a homeless man on the street. You're still Avery. Not the heiress, not the whole Avery Kylie Grambs and all that comes with it, not some saint. You're still the same Ave you've always been.''

Avery's full name was an anagram for 'a very risky gamble.'

And for a long time after inheriting, thats all she figured she was to people around her.

A gamble. Something that was only worth it sometimes.

She knew she was much more than that now— she had the best people around her, reminding her every day that she was capable of being loved and loving.

But still, hearing the words come out of Libby's mouth moved her more than anything.

She would always be her sister, even if everything else went wrong.

Avery’s eyes stung, she had to blink multiple times to keep those pesky tears away. ''I wish we had more time together as kids. I wish I remembered the times we did have, like your birthday with mom.'' Avery confessed, unsure where the words were coming from, but welcoming them nonetheless.

She noticed Libby's expression falter slightly, the corners of her lips turning down.

Avery referred to Hannah as 'mom,' with Libby, even though she wasn't biologically Libby’s mom. Regardless, Avery knew she was more of a mom to them than Libby's mother ever was.

''I know. But... at least we have now.'' Libby murmured. ''Thats more than enough for me.''

Libby suddenly paused. ''Are you crying?''

Avery straightened her posture, whipping her head up to meet Libbys eyes.

"What? No. God, no.'' She wiped at her eyes hurriedly, sniffling. ''I don't know.'' Avery hasn’t even realized she was crying.

''Aw,''' Libby crooned, opening her arm out wide as she tilted her head, her eyes a little bleary herself. ''C'mere, you silly girl.''

Avery rolled her eyes, unable to hold her smile as she melted into her sister’s side, her arm around her shoulder and pulling her close.

Avery’s head lay on Libby’s shoulder, the warmth from her and simply her familiarity calming Avery’s nerves, soothing her.

The world felt a little less loud.

"Your hair smells good.’’ Avery mumbled without really thinking.

Libby kept walking as Avery felt her chuckle.

“What are you saying?”

"I'm sorry.'' Avery laughed lazily, ''I'm not a good drunk.''

''Hey. You're an amazing drunk. And an amazing sister. And an amazing role model. Just... Amazing!'' Libby giggled, swaying them side to side as they walked through a path with bushes either side of it.

''What are you saying?'' Avery echoed, laughing and straightening her back, picking her head up off Libby’s shoulder.

“Hey!” Libby laughed, wrapping her arm back around Avery’s shoulders and pulling her in. “I never claimed to be a good drunk either.”

“Yeah,” Avery rose her brows exaggeratedly, emphasizing the obviousness, “cause you’re not a good drunk.”

“Okay, you can’t make fun of me.” Libby suddenly said, putting her best attempt of a serious face on. “I'm still your big sister. Y’know.”

She sighed, running her hand up and down Avery’s shoulder. ‘’I miss when you thought I was crazy cool and intimidating.’’

Avery leaned her head on Libby’s shoulder once again, sighing. ‘’You’re still crazy cool.”

''Not intimidating?''

Avery hummed.

She thought the time when Libby chased Xander around the house with a whisk in her hand, after he stole a few of her unbaked cookies.

"If you don't face my wrath, you’ll definitely be facing salmonellas', Xander! It isn't as forgiving as I am!" Libby once yelled.

Avery knew her answer immediately. "You're very intimidating.’’

“Why, thank you!”

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10 minutes later, after they continued to walk and recall random memories from their childhood and talk about people they didn’t like (unsurprisingly, there were a lot), and made their way sleepily to the doorstep.

Libby swayed side to side behind Avery, laughing to herself. ''Ave, do you remember-'' she cut herself off with a laugh, and Avery turned around, lazily chuckling at the image of Libby literally laughing over nothing infront of her. ''Remember when, we dressed up... as…”

Avery's hand was on the doorhandle now. She giggled to herself, and Libby came to stand next to her. She rang the doorbell, but no one answered.

“Huh, weird…” Avery muttered, then Libby then took out her spare key from her purse, and they were just about to let themselves in when she suddenly heard a large crash.

Then, they heard multiple voices, specifically three voices all shout: XANDER!

Avery winced.

She couldn't quite make out the rest, but she heard something like, ''... It was an accident! It was an accident! ACCIDENT! NOT ON PURPOSE.''

And was that... The Mamma Mia soundtrack playing?

Avery and Libby exchanged wary looks.

“I don't want to go in,” Libby mumbled, whining in distaste.

Avery sighed, then turned to Libby. “50 bucks atleast one thing is on fire.”

“Oh, please.” Libby deadpanned. “I'll bet you 100 there's at least 5 broken things.”

They both took a deep breath in, pushing the door open carefully.

When they finally went inside, Avery realised they truly underestimated the Hawthorne brothers and their capability of chaos.

The light in the foyer was turned off, and from the looks of it, it seemed that all the lights in the house were turned off. Avery wondered if the power had somehow went out, courtesy of Xander. (Hey, it happened before.)

Her and Libby went upstairs, following the noise of Lay All Your Love On Me by ABBA, and Avery realised the power couldn't have been out, because there was a strobe of faint neon lights that could be seen from the end of the hallway, leading into the main living room upstairs.

She also heard shouts. A lot of shouts.

Chaos immediately met her the second she walked into the living room.

“God! You!” Avery’s eyes widened comically as Xander pointed at her dramatically , a hand coming to clutch his heart.

“Me?” Avery pointed at herself, looking beside her, but then she realized Libby was no longer by her side, and was already making her way to Nash who was sitting on the couch, leaning back leisurely with his cowboy hat tilted sideways on his head.

“Yes, you!” Xander shouted again, with no little amounts of dramatic flair, taking steps towards Avery.

The flashing lights and music made it hard to focus. “You wretched, conniving, deceitful, amazing, wonderful, friend. You left me here with these two.”

He huffed, gesturing to Grayson and Jameson who were just now realizing Avery and Libby had arrived, and paused their game of just dance. “And they've been competing in the most ridiculous things ever since.”

Competing sounded like them. “Ridiculous?” Avery asked.

“Yes!” Xander huffed, “and that is I- Xander Hawthorne, the master of ridiculousness saying that. We played drink or dare, and then... “ Xander shuddered, holding his hand out like he couldn’t bear the words.

Avery already knew she wasn’t going to like where this was going. “…And then?" she prompted, motioning for him to go on with her hands.

Xander shook his head morosely at the floor, his hand still on his heart. Then he met Avery’s gaze, “Jameson dared Grayson to a bake off.”

Avery glanced at Libby who was sitting next to Nash now, and was thankful she couldn’t hear the words Xander said.

Jameson’s cooking was good— way more than good, but his baking? Avery wondered how the same person who would make 3 course Italian meals on their date nights, managed to somehow make muffins as hard as rock.

She glanced back at Xander, “That’s… That’s not good.”

“I know that, Avery!” Xander huffed petulantly, then pulled out his phone and pressed pause on the music. “They tried to see who would make the best scones, and the judge was, y'know, obviously me.”

He lowered his voice for the next part, hushing as if he were confessing a dark secret. “Listen, I love scones, but, I’m afraid my brothers were the first to ever manage to make them disgusting.” Xander shuddered once again, “I can’t look at them for atleast a week.”

Holding back a laugh had been easy for Avery until then. She tilted her head, trying to compose herself, “Them as in your brothers, or scones?”

Xander widened his eyes, his expression horrified. “Both!”

Avery took her gaze to Jameson, who looked absolutely enthralled to see Avery. He beamed with a smile at her, setting down his remote and walking towards her.

Grayson’s clothes were disheveled, his hair messy too, and Avery looked between at four of the brothers once again.

They had to be more drunk than she and Libby were.

Then, Avery quickly realised telling Jameson about Xander's new drink or dare machine was maybe not the best idea.

Xander kept ranting, as Jameson finally stood infront of Avery. “Oh! Aveeeerrrry! Heiress, It’s so nice to see you again.” Jameson slurred as he wrapped an arm around her, then removed it and pressed a messy kiss to the tip of her head.

Avery’s heart melted on the spot. She took a step back. “I missed you too.” She paused for a moment, looking him once over, “Jamie, how much did you drink?"

“Barely anything. Just a little bit.” Jameson shook his head profusely, and Avery quirked up a brow. “Well, perhaps a little more than a little…” He admitted with a slight tilt of his head. “If yes is one, and... once...”

Jameson murmured nonsense, his voice low, “… Triangle... “ He suddenly put both his hands on Avery’s shoulders. She heard Xander snort. Jameson rose his brows, his expression about as serious as it could get when he was that drunk. “I love you very much, you know?”

“Sure, Jamie.” Avery nodded, patting his arm, “I love you very much too.”

“If you'll excuse me,” Grayson interrupted, stumbling over to them and standing a few feet away from Jameson.

“Me and Jameson have an incredibly important... event... taking place.” He adjusted his sleeves cuffs, but he didn’t look all that collected or poised, because his shirt was buttoned wonkily and he just looked… Messy. “Please allow him to return to his duties”

Jameson snorted. ''Duty. Ha.''

Grayson glared at him, “It's an important endeavour.”

Avery and Xander shared a look. She furrowed her brows at the two brothers, confused. “It's Just Dance.”

“It's more than just a dance!” Avery would’ve never known Jameson was a die hard fan for Just Dance. Now she did, because his voice held pure emotion, his eyebrows near the top of his head.

“Heiress, the thought behind the characters, the storyline, the—“

“—You know what,” Avery interjected, patting Jameson’s arm once again and pointing to the large TV. “Why don’t you go back to dancing. I’m sure you’re both amazing.”

“They’re both horrible.” Xander rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Nash is better, but neither of them will admit it.”

“Okay…” Avery trailed off, eyes flickering between the 3 of them. Where did Libby and Nash go? “Well, uhm, I have to go change...”

Jameson’s eyes widened, taking her hands in his. “Can’t you stay for just a minute? I would like to show you my dance moves. I’ve missed you truly.”

Surprise flickered across Avery— her whole face scrunched up, “Jamie, is that a British accent?"

"That’s not the point." Jamesons voice was back to normal. “Please, I’ve worked really hard on perfecting this.”

“No you haven’t.” Xander and Grayson both said at the exact same time, both of their tones equally as annoyed.

“Okay, this is absolutely ridiculous!” Xander lifted his arms in the air, then they fell back down with a huff.

Jameson’s hands dropped Avery’s, his jaw dropping open too as he took his surprised gaze over to Xander, who they could all tell was about to go on one of his Xander Rants.

“First, Max wasn’t able to come because of med school exams. Then, the offense done to scones by my awful brothers. Now, I just had the same thought process as Grayson! The universe has done me wrong far too much today. Goodnight. I’m done with this day.”

Grayson’s expression was almost comical with the way his eyes widened. He furrowed his brows, “Going through the same thought process as me is surely not an offense. Right? ... Right?”

Xander heard none of it though, because he was already storming off, muttering something angrily under his breath about: “Next time, I’m just going to Max.”

Avery fought back a grin. She was telling Max about all of this.

“I suppose I should also get to bed.” Grayson grumbled, checking the time on his watch. “I’m picking up Lyra from the airport tomorrow morning.”

“Next time tomorrow?” Jameson suggested with a grin, nodding towards the paused Just Dance game on the screen.

Grayson paused, humming like he was really thinking about it. “Well, It’s very likely I’ll be busy. I’ll have to ask her and see." He paused, murmuring to himself, "She dances as well, perhaps she could join...”

He sounded so… sophisticated, Avery hard a hard time wrapping her head around the fact that the subject matter was a dancing game with special effects and people wearing colorful costumes.

Jameson shrugged, “Dancer or not, I’m winning regardless.”

“That’s enough from you.” Grayson quickly replied, then his expression went back to normal, “Goodnight, both of you.”

For a moment, Jameson and Avery were silent. Then, Jameson turned to face her with a grin. “Then there were two.”

Avery blinked at him, “There’s about to be one. I have an insane headache, and I need to go shower. I feel gross.”

Jameson’s grin faded at the utterance of her headache. He brought a hand to caress her cheek, “I’m sorry for pestering you with just dance, Heiress.” He mumbled, his worlds slow and slurred.

Avery chuckled, smiling against the hand on her cheek. “It’s no problem, Jamie.”

He furrowed his brows, “If I knew about your headache,” he started, his tone sincere and innocent, “And that you wanted to go shower… Well, I would’ve been out of here in seconds.”

Avery’s smile dropped, “You’re gross.” She couldn’t help but laugh, though. “I’m leaving.”

She turned Jameson's hand falling off her face, and she heard him chuckle behind her.

She continued walking, then: “Wait, I’m sorry!” He suddenly called out, grabbing her hand gently. She turned once again to face him, her expression one of faux boredom.

She was trying very hard not to laugh, and his face told her he was finding this nothing but funny.

He held both her hands, pleading. “I’ll get you your painkillers while you shower. And I’ll fill up your huge water bottle that you keep in your room.” His eyes were pleading, but the corner of his lips kept fighting a grin. “I’m sorry.”

Avery stayed silent for a moment, looking him up and down and letting her gaze flicker across his face. She sighed, though her smile started to match his. “All is forgiven if you add extra ice.”

The corner of his lips stopped fighting that devastating grin. “You already know I'd do it.”

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An hour later, with her water bottle filled, sitting on her nightstand (extra iced), headache gone (what would she do without painkillers?), and freshly showered and in her pyjamas, Avery lay awake in her bed.

She was too focused on her breathing, as she didn’t want to move Jamesons head that was lying on her chest.

His face looked peaceful, his face slightly squished, but it was only adding to the affection and warmth Avery felt in her heart.

He looked perfectly illuminated from the yellow bedside lamp Avery had turned on.

She always had it on— she didn’t like the dark much.

She remembered Jameson convincing her to use one, after her troubles sleeping because of certain events she didn't like talking about— they simply hurt too much.

‘I’m not a child, I dont need a nightlight.’ She told him, giving him a look that said: drop it.

"I once needed one, for a long time, Heiress.’’ He confessed, his eyes pleading with worry as he took her hands in his. “Try it, if it doesn’t help, forget I ever mentioned it.’’

When Avery’s eyes wandered away from his and to the ground, his features softened with a slight grin. "You can even say "i told you so.’"

She looked at him again, and he didn’t seem to be have any teasing manner in his voice. So the next time Avery went to sleep, she turned her little night lamp on.

She didn’t say ‘I told you so.’

He was right.

And for the first time, he didn’t tease her about being right. He simply held her tighter when they'd fall asleep.

Avery couldn’t help but smile slightly at the memory, no matter how much of her energy had been depleted from the day.

She brought a careful hand to his hair, running her hands through it.

She looked at Jameson for a moment. She sighed a little, biting back a stupid smile, and turned to look at the lamp next to her.

Avery traced her fingers along the scar on Jameson’s torso.

He once couldn’t sleep in the dark.

She didn’t have to be a genius to understand why.

A sense of melancholy washed over her.

Jameson had been through so much before she knew him, and through even more when she did know him.

The discoveries they made together, the things they learned about the old man— they troubled her, and she didnt even know the guy.

Just how deep did it affect Jameson?

Looking at the boy on her chest, she allowed herself to truly look at his face— the freckles you couldn’t see unless you were right next to him, the slope of his nose, the way his lashes looked enviously thick, his slightly puffy lips, that weren’t in that awful (not awful at all) smirk that they were perpetually in.

She loved him, not for whatever physical features he had, no matter how perfect they were, but for who he was.

The fact that she could get distracted and lost in his endless green eyes was only a bonus— worth nothing next to the fact that those same eyes looked at her like she was his whole world.

With a soft sigh she reached over, careful not to wake up Jameson — though a part of her knew that even if she did wake him up, he wouldn’t mind in the slightest — and turned her lamp off.

Darkness enveloped the room, but it didn’t feel like it.

If anything, it was comforting, because now the only things that existed in that moment were her and Jameson.

She couldn’t see anything, the house was quiet— but she could feel Jameson in her arms, and smelled the scent of whiskey and cedar she had grown so accustomed to, and if she really concentrated, she could remember the taste of his lips on hers.

She wrapped her arm around Jameson's torso with the other in his hair, all her senses full of him. And for the first time in a while, she fell asleep in the dark.

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orimuraa · 4 months ago

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ㅤㅤᏪ In the midst of the crowds - Yang Jungwon

꒰ 𝔖𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 ꒱┆your high school sweetheart, yang jungwon ⨾

۶ৎ student!yang jungwon x fem student!reader ┆fluff, hs au, established relationship┆petnames, kisses┆ wc 471

⤷ 𝐲𝐞𝐣𝐢’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: this is day 3.5 of my experiment <3 i'm still so sorry about that part 2 i made yesterday so this is to make up for that awful piece of writing 😓

꒰ঌ ℬℴℴ𝓀𝓈𝒽ℯ𝓁𝒻 ໒꒱

the hallways were crowded as usual, but there was one face that stood out to you, smiling like an idiot right at you. yang jungwon’s.

you and jungwon had been dating since the start of high school and you were the couple. nothing could separate you two.

even when you got into fights and arguments, you would always find a way to make it right, working out all your issues.

he was your future.

“wonnie!!!” you whisper-shout, keeping mind that you’re still in the library. you wave him over to you, moving your backpack from the sear you were reserving just for him.

“hi baby, how was your test today?” he smiles, kissing your forehead before sitting down next to you.

“it was good, i think i did pretty well,” you think back, subconsciously puffing up your cheeks as you thought back—a habit jungwon absolutely loved about you.

“ughh, bang chan hyung keeps making me do more work,” he groans, slumping into his chair a bit.

jungwon was in the vice president in the school’s student body—bang chan being president.

“he kept giving me more and more papers to fill out…” jungwon pouts, crossing his arms and huffing out.

you chuckle at how cute he his, listening to him pout.

“if you need help, just let me know~ i can be good at student body stuff too!!” you laugh, both you and jungwon knowing very well how you are not good whatsoever with student body work.

you were an art student, spending most of your free time painting and sketching. it was kind of like your escape from the world.

the way you could draw out your emotions rather than speaking them.

jungwon knew you were never really good at fully expressing yourself and he vowed that he would help you gain that confidence and trust to talk to him.

talk to him when you were struggling, or when you were sad, or when you just needed someone there for you. he hated how you just let yourself suffer alone.

“of course, thank you baby,” he laughs, dimples peeking through his cheeks.

after another hour of studying, you and jungwon both got ready to go home, deciding that you both had done enough work for the day.

really, all you wanted right now was to go home and lay in your boyfriend’s arms for a bit, feeling safe and sound within the comfort of his embrace.

you two were made for each other. the way you could always find him in a crowd of people, always rely on him when you needed it most, always craving his love and jungwon felt the same way.

they told you nothing lasts forever. they told you that it was only a silly high school relationship.

but jungwon was your home. your person. your heart.

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noyasmashing · 1 year ago

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I LOVE YOUR FICS OMGGGG 😭😭

could u write like kageyama where he has like a high prestige (??) especially when he's being sub on the bed, he wouldn't let out his moan but finally being such a loud and whiny baby when u flick his nipples with ur tongue and play with his sensitive member 😭😭😭

IM SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG 😓

ALSO!! I know my writing keeps switching from past to present tense-it’s a bad habit i’ve had but i’m too lazy to fix it, plz just ignore

CW: Dom reader, nipple play, gn!reader, some crying, hand job, a bit of marking of you squint

Tobio was quietly slumped in the corner of the sofa, nestled comfortably between the cushions. His gaze was fixed on you, as you were completely engrossed in the movie playing on the screen. The tension in the room was intense, and you could sense his longing for your attention.

As an advertisement briefly interrupted the film, you glanced over at him. His face contorted into a pouty expression, clearly communicating his feelings without saying a word. The sight almost made you laugh, but you didn’t want to make him feel bad.

You pushed yourself up from your spot at the opposite end of the sofa and made your way towards him. "Tobioo," you coo’d softly, causing him to nibble on the inside of his cheek. For the first time since the movie started, he looked away from you.

"W-what?" he stuttered, sounding slightly annoyed at your attempt to engage with him despite his obvious staring.

"You're hard," you purred, draping one leg over his lap, you settled yourself on top of him. He didn't meet your gaze, but he nodded silently, looking down at his fidgety hands.

You used your palms to steady yourself on his shoulders, dipping down to his level, until your eyes finally met. You closed the gap with a controlled kiss that quickly turned messy as Tobio greedily took in your tongue. Sweaty hands clasped at your shirt desperately, his needy reaction giving away everything he was feeling in that moment.

Pulling away gingerly, your hands clinged at the hem of his shirt, while his pants for air fanned your neck. "Can I take this off?"

A breathy "yes" escaped him. You could feel his needy erection pressing against you through his pants. But he would have to wait a little longer.

You lifted his cotton shirt up, over his head, unintentionally ruffling up his hair in the cutest way. But what was even cuter was his perky pink nipples that made you grin. Noticing your expression, he shrunk under your intense gaze, not wanting to admit the effect you had on his body.

Tobio couldn’t help but let out a sharp gasp, his chest rising and falling rapidly. Your tongue teased his collarbone, tracing a path of tantalizing warmth against his pale flesh. Simultaneously, your hand skillfully worked to free his erection from the confines of his underwear, eliciting a shiver of anticipation from him.

Drawing your teasing mouth away from his sensitive skin, you took a moment to prepare, spitting into your hand to use as lube. The sight made Tobio's breath hitch, an embarrassing whine escaping him. He reached out to put a hand on his mouth to stifle any sounds that threatened to escape, but you quickly snatched his hand away, ensuring he couldn't silence himself.

“Do I need to tie your hands up again?” You questioned harshly, your thumb teasing his slit that was dripping with pre-cum. The intensity of your touch sent a shiver down his spine, “no please, ‘m sorry!” pleading not to face the humiliation of being bound by harsh ropes.

You hummed content with his response, tongue pressing firmly against one of his cute nipples. He wanted to try to stop you, but the pleasure was too much to care, causing his mouth to go all slack, eyes helplessly rolling back, with a needy whine.

Restraining himself from thrusting into your hand, he struggled with the unfamiliar sensation of being touched in such an intimate area. As you continued to suck and bite lightly, his back arched, granting you better access to his sensitive nipples.

“Your nipples are so cute! You look so pretty like this!” You enthusiastically praised rolling one between your index and your thumb, his eyelashes fluttered, tips of his ears flushed with heat, his thighs quivering as moans spilled from his parted lips.

He hated how much he loved your words, he wanted to be pretty for you. All he could do to respond was let out the loudest, prettiest, “Ahh- nghh!” He had completely lost himself in the moment when your wrist twisting back and forth as you focus on his red tip.

That, combined with the biting at sucking from your mouth, not to mention your free hand teasing his chest, occasionally running over his hard nipple, was too much for him.

"[N-name], please I-I... it's- gonna cum!" he rambled, his hips involuntarily buckling into your firm palm. The desperation in his voice was palpable as his member throbbed and twitched with the need for release. With skilled hands, you focused on his sensitive tip, eliciting pretty whimpers from him. “Did I say you could cum?” You asked harshly dragging your mouth away from his chest.

He let out a pitiful cry, tears threatening to fall from his long lashes. His most pretty tactic to get some of your compassion.

“Ah, n-no, no you didn’t-fuck fuck fuck!”

"You know what I want to hear," You sing, running your finger up and down his weeping cock. He stops his eyes from rolling back, but his head fell back onto the couch as he let out a pained sob.

“Nghhh, can I cum please? I wanna so bad, it hurts, please [name], please.” He shamelessly begs, his prestige melting away from the intense pleasure you placed under him.

You nodded with smile at his words, “Cum for me, my good boy,” You encouraged, and with that thick white ropes of cum coated his tummy. His body trembled with the force of his orgasm, instinctively attempting to close his thighs, but you held him in place. The intimacy of the moment hung heavy in the air, the aftermath of pleasure leaving Tobio vulnerable and undone under your touch.

This time, it was him to speak up, “uh—can you do…do that again.”

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smellslikechahnspirit · 2 months ago

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hi, sweet!

I feel really bad about the airport situation that happened with Channie and the boys 😓. It made me think that not having Chan communicating with the stays just makes my days sad (I miss him!!!!!). With that in mind, can you make a fake message with Chan being angry and upset and y/n being the only one who can comfort him? Or if you feel comfortable doing so, you can make a fake message where Chan is bitter and upset with y/n for something she/he did but he is so exhausted with the relationship that he doesn't want to keep in touch with her/him.

(I know it may sound disrespectful to Cris, if you don't think it's appropriate you can discard this last suggestion)

I love everything you write ❤️

[FAKE TEXT BELOW]

Hii~ thanks for this request! I've been thinking about doing something like this for a few days. Just wanna comment on it real quick. I know it may hurt or that you feel sad that he's MIA at the moment...it's just, simply because channie is an idol doesn't make him "the close friend" that we always feel he is. Trust me I'VE BEEN THERE. I used to watch channies room every. Single. Sunday. For 4 years straight. And when it stopped I didn't get mad at him but at the fans who caused the whole thing. Also because he normally LOVES interacting with his fans. But you see just like right now with the whole airport thing...I completely understand his frustration and I believe a lot of people do, so don't get me wrong. I just wanna say...don't let his absence make you feel too sad...cause it's simply not his responsibility anymore. As a beginner idol it kinda was, cuz it's their job to be there for fans. He's just been through so much already, and maybe even more things that we don't know about, since he does have a private life. Point being. Let him do him, and not get attached to his well-being, since you simply, cannot influence it. (I understand how powerless this feels, like I said, I've been there).He may be famous. But he's also just a 27(8) year old man, trying to figure out life 🥺🥺🩷 psa: I'm not trying to lecture anyone, I just needed to get this off my chest

Christopher 🕸🤍

Fake text scenario: He's mad at STAY

🤍 : fluff, soft, still might contain swearing

🕸 : MIGHT CONTAIN SOME adult themes, emotional, maybe trigger warning

...Masterlist...

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#stray kids #skz #skz fake texts #bangchan #incorrect quotes #skz x reader #scenario #faketexts #bangchan x reader #incorrect kpop quotes

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pulisicsgirl · 5 months ago

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i feared the worst - mason mount

summary: when Mason is injured on the pitch using a match, it leaves Y/N shaken and in need of a bit of comfort

pairing: Mason Mount x reader

word count: 2.7k

warnings/tags: descriptions of an injury, mentions of blood, physio!reader, secret relationship, hurt/comfort, the reader winds up crying bc when am I not having her cry fr, Mase is ultra soft and gentle in this one

A/N: surprise fic!!!! I’ve had this one half written for several weeks now, and I actually started it long before Mason got had his head injury 😓 so I’m only writing fics about Mason being happy and well and falling in love with me from here on out haha But please know that this is not based on his actual head injury, so many of the details are very different. But on a real note, thank you all for being so patient with me while I struggle to get fics out. This year has been a bit rough on the writing side, but please know that I’m endlessly thankful for each and every one of you 🤍

The moment Mason’s head collided with the other player’s knee, you swear you felt your heart stop dead in your chest.

It had been a rough game thus far, 65 minutes having passed without a goal on either side of the pitch, though there had been numerous chances for both teams. As the end of the game drew nearer, the intensity mounted, higher and higher. You had been watching nervously from the physio bench, biting your fingers nervously— with the way these boys were playing, it was only a matter of time before something really ugly happened.

And no sooner had you finished the thought before you watched as Mason was pushed off-balance as he and two of his opponents went for a ball in the air. One player knocked him from behind, sending Mason falling forward straight into the upswinging knee of the opponent in from of him.

It was like the entire world faded away, a gasp falling over the crowd before the screaming and whistling coming from the stands suddenly became silent in your ears. Your entire body went cold as you watched Mason’s body land roughly on the grass, laying on his side with his back turned to you as he went still.

You were on your feet in an instant, ready to run to his side when your manager, James, took hold of your elbow, standing at your side. A reminder of the guidelines of your job— you couldn’t be on the pitch until the referee waved for you to do so.

Those moments were some of the longest you had ever experienced, watching as the ref continued observing the play, his back turned to Mason’s slumped form as a couple United players ran to kneel at his side. Somehow, he had missed the collision— though you weren’t sure how as it had been anything but subtle.

Thankfully the opponent, realizing the severity of the knock against Mason, kicked the ball out of bounds and waved the ref toward the spot where two or three players huddled around him.

You could feel yourself bouncing on your toes, waiting for the signal, your fingers twitching in anticipation. James squeezed your elbow in silent understanding of your impatience.

Your heart was in your throat, and you could hear it beating in your ears. It nearly felt like slow-motion as the ref blew his whistle, turning to the sideline to wave you onto the field.

In an instant your feet were moving, carrying you across the pitch and you made it to Mason’s side first, James following a few seconds later. The boys that surrounded him took a few steps back to allow you space to work as you dropped the duffel bag by Mason’s head. Only Rasmus remained on the ground next to you, holding onto Mason’s leg as a show of support without crowding you too much. You placed a hand on Mason’s shoulder, gently encouraging him to roll onto his back.

The first sight of bright red blood on his skin had your stomach sinking to the floor.

Laying on his back, Mason drew his hand away from his face, his eyes widening slightly when he spotted the blood on his fingers. You whispered a soft “you’re okay, don’t worry,” to him as you grabbed a packet of gauze from your bag, placing it over the site of the bleed.

The gears in your head began spinning almost immediately, giving Mason’s entire body a look over. His head seemed to be the only site of injury, thankfully, and you begin assessing him for any sign of a concussion. You wiped at his forehead to get a better look—it was a relatively small cut, not too deep at all. But it was a heavy bleeder because of where it was located, making it look much worse than it truly was. The realization caused you to blow out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding.

You cleaned him up as best you could while still out on the pitch, trying to silently reassure Mason as best you could. You could see the slight panic in his eyes, but your heart clenched in your chest as you watched that panic settle slightly when he curled a fist around the fabric of your jacket, grounding himself.

Before too long, James was helping you sit Mason upright, wrapping a bandage around Mason’s head—just enough to hold it in place while you helped him off the field, since he would have to be subbed off.

“How’re you feeling Mase? You alright?” James asked over the roar of the crowd, checking in with him.

“I feel about like I’ve just taken a knee to the face,” Mason replied, blowing out a breath as he laughed. James laughed with him, and you felt a slight wave of relief wash over you at the fact that Mason was already joking, back to his normal self.

Helping him slowly to his feet, you draped his arms over your and James’ shoulders as the two of you helped him walk slowly off the pitch. Your heart swelled with pride as the stadium applauded him, and you knew the gesture meant a great deal to Mason as you led him down the tunnel back into the locker rooms.

“I can take care of him back here, if you want to head back out with the rest of the team,” you told James once the two of you had gotten Mason settled on one of the beds in the physio room.

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah, of course,” you smiled at him, collecting Mason’s file from the cabinet along with the supplies you’d need to bandage him up. “With the way they’re playing out there, they’ll need you again in no time.”

James laughed, nodding in agreement. “You’re probably right,” he chuckled, dropping a hand on Mason’s shoulder. “Really glad you’re alright, mate. That looked like a really nasty hit you took.”

Mason thanked James, bidding him goodbye as you turned to the cabinets to gather supplies— gauze, tape, bandages, some solution to clean the rest of his face, a bowl of warm water.

Without a word, you turned back to Mason, laying your supplies out on the small tray you had to the side of his bed. Mason watched in silence as you opened the packaging of the various things you had collected and put on a fresh pair of gloves.

There was an odd tension in the air as you sat down on the stool next to his bed and unwrapped the bandage around his head. Mason had never seen you look so serious in all the time he had known you, and it left an uneasy feeling settling in his tummy that he didn’t like. He watched your face as you removed the last of the wrapping from his head, but your eyes never drifted to his, nothing but that solemn and stern expression written on your features.

Using a bit of gauze, you were able to clean Mason’s forehead and get a better idea of what you were working with in terms of his injury. The cut was much smaller than you had originally anticipated and you determined it wasn’t severe enough to warrant stitches— something you were incredibly thankful for because you weren’t sure you’d be able to get your shaking hands to settle long enough to place the sutures.

With the bleeding under control, you were able to quickly clean the area and simply place a few bandage strips over the area to keep the edges together.

With the injury tended to, you were able to move on to cleaning the rest of his face. Using a few cloths dipped in the warm water to clean his eyebrow and cheek, where some of the blood had run down to.

The two of you still hadn’t spoken a word when you finally moved on to clean the last of the blood off Mason’s hand, wiping over his palm and in between his fingers.

It was like as soon as you had taken care of his injury, something in you had flipped—gone was the stoic professional who had a laser-focus on Mason’s injury, and it felt like the adrenaline had worn off all at once.

Heat rushed into your face and tears welled in your eyes as the sudden realization hit you that this could’ve been so much worse.

You tried to keep your head bowed low, unwilling to let Mason see all of the emotions welling up inside you. You tried your best to take slow breaths through your nose, but you could feel your lower lip wobbling despite your best efforts to keep the tears at bay.

Mason noticed the shift in your demeanor almost immediately.

You must have been wiping the same spot on the back of his hand for a full minute now, afraid that if you stopped, you’d have to look up at him— have to face the fact that Mason’s injury had shaken you the way it had.

“Y/N?” he whispered ever so softly, but you kept your head down and wouldn’t look him in the eye, even as he tried to dip his head to look at you.

“Look at me, angel.”

Still no response.

Mason brought his free hand to your chin, tilting your head up with a finger so you were forced to look at him. The first glimpse of your misty eyes sent a sharp pang through his heart.

“Love, I’m okay. Everything’s okay.”

The gentle compassionate tone he was using broke the floodgates, and a sharp sob fell from your lips, your hand clamping over your mouth instantly to try to silence it.

Mason pulled you up from your stool and into his side as your emotions got the better of you, your quiet cries muffled as your face was tucked into his neck. He leaned his cheek against the top of your head, mumbling quiet statements of reassurance as he smoothed his palm up and down your back while his other arm held your waist firmly.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled quietly. “You’re the one who got injured, you shouldn’t have to be comforting me.”

Mason failed to stifle the laugh that bubbled up in his throat at your statement. “Don’t apologize,” he squeezed you a bit closer to him, feeling your breathing begin to steady once he’d had you in his arms for a few moments. “I’ve got you, love. It’s okay.”

Your cheeks were red and splotchy when you pulled back, wiping gently under your eyes to avoid making them more puffy than they already were as you breathed another short, “I’m sorry.”

Mason just smiled at you reassuringly, knowing he wasn’t going to get you to stop apologizing for your emotions any time soon.

Your eyes finally settled on his face, and Mason watched fresh tears spring to your eyes as you reached up to run thumb across his forehead, brushing the skin just under the cut.

“I was so scared, Mase. I saw all the blood and I didn’t kno-“

Mason shushed you gently, worried you’d bring yourself to tears again. “I know, angel. But I’m okay,” he gave you another smile, and the gentleness in your eyes put you at ease. “And I have the best physio ever to look after me, so I know I’ll recover just fine.” He cupped your face with his hand, running a thumb across your jaw and across your lower lip, tugging on it just slightly as he watched the blush rush into your cheeks at his statement of praise.

“Don’t worry on my account, okay?” he spoke, holding your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Please,” he added.

As you nodded, Mason could tell you still weren’t fully convinced, but he knew it would take time for you to really settle after the way his injury had shaken you.

Mason leaned forward, daring to steal a kiss— something the two of you didn’t do often at work since your relationship was still largely a secret, aside from one or two of your closest friends. His lips were soft and so, so gentle as they moved against your own, and the gesture did wonders to settle your racing mind.

When he pulled away, your eyes were still closed and you couldn’t help but chase his movements, causing Mason to chuckle, indulging you in one more gentle kiss.

It would never cease to amaze you, the way that Mason could settle your mind with such a small action.

“I love you,” you breathed— it was something the two of you had only dared to say recently, but each day you were more and more sure of it.

Mason brushed his nose against yours, his mind reeling with the though that he got to call you his own— get to have these simple, quiet moments with you.

“I love you too,” his heart soared at the proximity to you. “More than you’ll ever know.”

Before long, the two of you parted, knowing that the game that continued to play out in the stadium would soon be over and fearing that someone might walk in on your intimate moment, crushing any efforts to keep your relationship hidden going forward.

Mason could tell that there was a much lighter air to you now, as you turned to his file on the table next to you and began filling out the proper documentation, noting the extent of the injury and all of the checks you had done to make sure he hadn’t picked up a concussion on top of the cut on his head. You wrote in his file with one hand, keeping the pinky of the other looped in his, still needing that bit of touch to ground you and reassure you that he was okay.

Mason knew you’d be a mother hen for the next several days, insisting on taking care of him in every way you could- but Mason couldn’t say he minded the idea of it. If he played his cards right, he thought he might even be able to convince you that he needed be looked after throughout the late hours of tonight and get you to stay at his—not because he was actually worried about the injury, but because he thought there was no better feeling than falling asleep with you in his arms and waking up with you lying next to him.

As you wrote out your notes, you could practically see the gears turning in Mason’s mind, and you had a sneaking suspicion that he was already coming up with ways to keep you around as long as possible after he went home. But you knew you would let him—would play right into his antics that you both knew were overdramatic because you truly loved getting to take care of him.

Upon hearing the chatter of the boys coming down the hallway, the match seemingly having ended, Mason brought your hand up to his lips, pressing a firm kiss to your knuckles before releasing your hand from his so that no one would see it. Butterflies swarmed in your stomach as the small act of affection, and you fought to be as inconspicuous as possible as you heard a few boys entering the room.

A couple players moved to work with other physios, stretching out their muscles after the long match or tending to lingering injuries from weeks past. But Marcus, Rasmus, and Luke walked through the door and made a beeline for Mason to check on him after the nasty collision.

A feeling of warmth spread across your chest as the four boys talked next to you while you continued filling out Mason’s file. It was hard to describe the joy that you felt at how well Mason had settled into life in Manchester since his move, and the relief that you felt in knowing that he had good friends and teammates that he could rely on.

You couldn’t stifle the giggle that fell from your lips as they started recounting the collision in absurd detail, the way little boys would recount the way that they tumbled and fell while playing in the yard.

Glancing up for a brief moment, you caught Mason’s eye, and the way they shone told you he might be thinking the same things you were—that after all, though his move to Manchester had been difficult in many ways, it had brought him to a few of his now closest friends.

And after all, it had brought him to you— something neither of you had ever anticipated. But you wouldn’t have changed anything for the world

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god only knows — chapter 6

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- warnings: religious trauma + guilt, joel's perspective, mention of loss of innocence idk, age gap description, very light sexual thoughts. honestly nothing in here this is js joel's perspective regarding it all, anyway he's sexy and tortured but a great man and deserves a big ole kiss

- summary: joel's turmoil when you fall asleep in his bed

- word count: 1.5k 😓😓 this is a filler chapter i'm so sorry i totally didn't feel like writing tonight so this is the best yall are getting i fear...

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Joel doesn’t sleep. Barely breathes.

After the warring night you spent dealing with your hypersexuality–and Joel calming you down from it–it wore you out. Your excuse was that it started raining and you didn’t feel safe to drive home in the dark. But, in reality, you both know it’s because you wanted nothing more than to stay.

He’s the only thing down here in Texas that actually makes you feel safe. Makes you feel seen. And you need to soak up every bit of comfort in his little house that you can before you’re forced to leave.

So, that leaves you in his bed. He’d moved you there from the couch after finally giving in and formally allowing you to spend the night. You end up curled up in the middle of his mattress, tucked into one of his old t-shirts that he so generously slid over you. Your limbs fold in on themselves, as if trying to take up as little space as possible. Small and delicate in his big, warm bed.

It’s the stillest you’ve been all night after being disgustingly touchy and fidgety with Joel. The bed smells like his shampoo. Sweet and soft. Something too old and out of reach for you.

The thing that drove you to sleep was the gentle kisses on your forehead and soft stroke of your back that he offered. It felt comfortable, as tranquil as a holy sanctuary.

But he got up, moving across the room to the old armchair in the corner. Dark red and brown, sunken in from years of use–little rips and a few cigarette burns in the worn fabric. His elbows are on his knees, hands knotted together as if praying, or waiting for the passing of a storm that already hit.

It ripped through the house in the shape of you. Your body, thighs, the hands trying to push up his shirt and feel his soft belly. Your mouth on his lips, later gnawing animalistically at his Adam’s apple.

Joel closes his eyes, trying to think of quite literally anything besides that–besides the feeling of you forcing yourself onto him and the way your voice broke when you begging for him so desperately:

Please, Joel. I need you.

As much as he hates to admit it, even to himself, it did turn him on a bit. He chose the less sinful route tonight, shutting you down and telling you not to throw yourself away like that. But little did you know he was achingly hard after the interaction, twitching uncomfortably in his pants as much as you were dripping wet in your little thong. He wanted to give in. But he can’t. You may have stopped believing entirely, but a small part of him is trying to hang on to God, despite having a feeling deep down that He isn’t real.

It’s not that you’re rubbing off on him. Joel’s been thinking of this for a while now. Hell, years, even. He used to be such a good man of God, attending church with the brightest smile, the glow of the Lord. But over the years, the love has warped into a sickening mix of doubt and confusion.

Maybe seeing you slip away like this did the same to him. Or maybe it brought him closer to God in hopes that it wouldn’t also happen to him. He feels bad. So, maybe, it’s worsening him. He’s too focused on helping you that he doesn’t care–he’d do anything for you, essentially.

His eyes open back up. Fuck it. He reaches for his Bible on the table.

It’s old, wrapped in leather and cracked from years in waves of different habits: either sitting untouched for months or being obsessively read for a span of a few weeks, only to be disregarded again on his nightstand. The edges of the paper are yellowing.

In hopes it might speak to him, give him some guidance with what to do with the girl in his bed, he runs a thumb across the cover. It could have some answers when he’s too weak to have any of his own.

He flips to a random page, the verses once imprinted in his brain now a lost cause. Doesn’t even read it, but lets the words blur together on the page. With the way they looked, he’d think he forgot to put on his glasses. But no, they’re resting on his nose like always.

It’s the words’ fault. They don’t stick like they used to–don’t echo in his brain and whisper the answers to him in a time of need like this one. You’re in his bed, and he can feel the ghost of your wet mouth on his throat. The way your hips rolled forward in desperation into his, just trying to break him.

The Bible stays open. But it’s useless. He’s watching you instead.

Your breathing is slowed,mouth slightly parted and cheeks pink and soft with exhaustion. The red color of that sinful lipstick is still on your mouth but faded from tears and rushed kisses, hardly hanging on where it’s smudged off the corner. You look so small, the same way you did in his arms when you whispered how badly that you needed him.

To Joel, it’s kind of sad to see your innocent body wrapped up in his sheets like that after tonight. He could ruin you–further than the church already has. Further than your father did.

He wants to hold you so badly. Scoop you up and never let go, leave everlasting kisses to your forehead and hope that you don’t wipe them off right away. But he can’t.

You’re cracked open, raw and vulnerable.

It’d be bad to worsen that. But he still wants to. The ache sets into his chest, pressing down with the weight of the situation–your sleeping frame in his bed, the Lord, and everything in between. He’ll remember the feel of your knees pressing into his hips each time he sits on his own couch, the smell of your stupid vanilla perfume you’d put behind your ears and ankles in hopes of getting something in return.

He’s at least a little proud you didn’t get anything tonight. He didn’t give in. Not only is it a sin, but it’s also ruining you. He can’t crack you like that, can’t steal your purity. Not when he’s known you since you were born, not when he used to lead prayer circles with your father.

Especially not when you’re this vulnerable, your emotions heightened so terribly that you pounce at every little touch and opportunity.

You’re not his.

He thinks it once. Then again. As if repeating it like a mantra would make it register in his brain. She’s not yours. Never was.

The main bit weighing on his mind that makes it all so much worse for him, besides his own religious guilt, is your innocence. He thinks of seeing you when you were a child, leading Christmas plays with your feet dangling from the pew at the front of church. He’s known you for so long–you called him ‘uncle’ a few times as a child, even. Which makes it worse that you’re grown now and so, so pretty.

You trust him too much. You shouldn’t be with someone his age–shouldn’t even risk being with someone in the church because it stirs your emotions further. He isn’t made to be your savior.

So, the Bible sits unused and open on the table, and he can’t touch it again. Instead, looks back at you, sleeping softly and unaware under his blankets. He’s afraid.

For the first time in years, he’s afraid.

The man’s been through hell, hardened by years of tough work and baggage that he carries in his dark undereyes. He’s not afraid of much, but this gets him. Not of God or sin, but what he’s doing to you.

The rest of the night he doesn’t let himself get closer. Doesn’t take his boots off, sleeps in the chair as if punishing himself. He tries to pray but his hands seem to push away from each other like magnets of the same kind do. The second he almost admits to himself how much he wants you, he grips the arms of his chair to stop it. Grounding himself in the chair. Stays there, doesn’t take his shirt off either. Can’t go in his own bed because you’re in there.

But on the other hand, he just can’t bear to leave you alone tonight. He’s only a man, after all.

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