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domesticated | oscar piastri
summary: yn comes back from a business trip to find her boyfriend doing the laundry. naturally, itâs this smidge of domesticity that makes her want to jump his bones
pairing: oscar piastri x girlfriend!reader
warnings: 18+, sex in a laundry room (and up against a laundry machine), men that pull their weight around the household are sexy as fuck!
the house was quiet when she came home. almost too quiet.
she left her tumi suitcase by the door, taking off her shoes and blazer before making her way through the foyer.
"oscar?" she called. "babe, i'm back. my flight landed early!"
she and oscar hadn't been living together for long, maybe six months at the absolute maximum. her five-day business trip to the other side of the country had been the longest that the young lovers had spent apart since they had moved in together.
the living room was empty, despite the flat screen tv playing a cricket match to the empty space. there was a mug of tea on the end table, half full and still warm.
"osc?" she called again, drumming her fingers against the wall. where could her boyfriend possibly be?
she could hear vibrations coming from deeper inside the house, a loud rattling, more like. she followed the noise to the laundry room, where she found oscar sitting on the tiled floor, surrounded by piles of laundry, the washing machine rattling away behind him. he had his headphones in, head bopping to whatever it was that he found helped him focus.
she knocked loudly on the door, heart jumping when he looked up at her with nothing but pure love in his eyes.
"hey, baby!" he said excitedly, stumbling over a pile of t-shirts on the ground. "you're back!"
he kissed her softly, hands coming to rest at her waist. "how was the conference?"
"a waste of time." she hummed, pulling him in closer. "what i really want to talk about is your laundry skills."
"oh yeah?" oscar grinned, nodding towards the piles on the floor. "i live here too, i should pull my weight. my race suits are dry clean only, but everything else can go in the machine. i've developed a system."
she raised an eyebrow, but couldn't deny how sexy it was that oscar wasn't afraid of a little bit of housework. "you have, have you?"
"yeah, do you want me to explain it?"
"actually, i would much rather you fuck me against the washing machine."
and who was oscar to disagree?
that's how she found herself pushed up against a running laundry machine, naked from the waist down. her legs were wrapped tightly around oscar's lower half, his sweatpants lying forgotten ono the floor and he kissed up her neck, teasing her entrance with the tip of his throbbing cock.
"christ, babe. you're this wet already?"
"missed you." she hummed, kissing him gently. "that's all."
"well, we can't have that, can we?"
he slid inside with one swift movement, filling her to the brim. he muttered a curse, face buried in her neck as he got settled. all he could feel was her: her warmth, the smoothness of her thighs as she drew him closer, the softness of the skin on her neck, the beating of her heart.
she was everything he could have ever wanted and more.
"fuck me, oscar. please."
keeping in time with the rhythmic churning of the washing machine behind her, oscar's thrusts started out slow but firm, testing the waters. her gentle moans and whimpers were music to his ears, and he bit back a few grunts of his own as he slipped in and out of her warm and welcoming pussy.
"oh, yes. right there, baby. fuck, you fill me so well." she moaned, head thrown back as she rolled her hips in time with oscar's movements.
"that's right, darling. keep taking my cock like a fucking champ."
"faster, oscar." she whimpered, nails digging into his shoulders. "faster."
he kissed her hurriedly, delivering a few more teasing and languid thrusts of his cock before pulling out and slamming back inside. the scream of pleasure she let out was positively delightful, followed by desperate pleas of 'more' and 'kiss me'.
which, of course, oscar was all too happy to oblige.
her body was curled around his, her aching nipples pressing against her lacy bra and showing through the flimsy white dress shirt she was wearing. oscar was transfixed by the sight as her breasts bounced with the effort of his thrusts, pushing her against the machine with each feral pound.
"yes, baby." he grunted. "just let me take care of you." one hand gently tugged at her hair, the other braced on the countertop. the sounds of his balls hitting her skin was almost as loud as the noise the washing machine was making,
"fuck, oscar, i'm so close! wanna come on your thick cock." she pleaded, marking the skin underneath the collar of his white shirt. a shirt that was now completely soaked through with sweat.
"yeah? are you that pent up, baby? you were only gone for five days. you know i'm coming with you next time, right? i mean, my hand can only do so much. it doesn't cuddle with me, or kiss me softly, or smell like fresh vanilla-"
"oscar!" she squealed as he thrusted hard enough to send her body shotting upwards towards the bottom of the hanging cabinet. her fingers scrabbled for purchase, limply clinging to the door handle.
"right, okay." oscar grunted. "i've got you, sweet girl. come on, give it to me. give it to me, angel."
she came with a cry, her body curling around his. this was always the part where she felt the most emotional, and the most vulnerable. oscar pulled her close, running his hands up and down his arms while he tried to gently thrust through it.
âatta girl. youâre so good, baby. I love you so much.â
âyou didnât finish.â she whispered softly, licking her lips.
oscar grinned. âbaby, Iâve got gas left in the tank like you wouldnât believe. what do you say we go to the bedroom and you let me show you just how much I missed you?â
#smutmas (tasia's version)#oscar piastri smut#oscar piastri x reader#formula one smut#f1 imagine#f1 smut#formula one x reader#formula one imagine#formula 1 smut#Spotify
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Distracting Birb! Part 28
*throws this and runs* Masterpost
âSo what did you find out?â Tim asked as he spun around. He was at the computer, of course, and looked most of the way to villainy backlit by the large screens.
(Dick loved his little brother, but villainy really wouldnât be the most surprising outcome for Tim.)
âWhat makes you think we found anything?â Jason answered, just to be impertinent.
Tim rolled his eyes. âYou wouldnât have called us all down to the Cave if you didnât have anything.â
Jason scoffed. âYou underestimate how willing I am to waste your time.â
âBoys,â Cass said calmly, ending the growing argument with just that word.
âDuke still out on patrol?â Dick asked as a distraction.
Tim glanced over his shoulder and back at the screen. âOn his way back. Heâll be here in fifteenish.â
Best not to wait in case Danny woke, Dick decided. Theyâd be sure to fill him in. âOkay. Well, Danny was not lying, he has a lot of plants.â
âDick managed to turn on the watering system. Weâre all very proud of him,â Jason said flatly.
The siblings all golf clapped, which Dick took a dramatic bow to. âThank you, thank you. Otherwise a pretty normal apartment. Comfortable, a little nerdy, and not fussy.â
Jason nodded. âThereâs a heroânot sure if someone real or fictionalâthat we saw a few times. Someone called Phantom.â
Obliging, Dick sent the photo of the mug from the bathroom up onto one of the screens. Tim spun back to the computer and started searching.
âThere were also a lot of medication in his cabinet; vitamins and several prescriptions also. Some of them had weird labels.â
âDamn, Dick, you couldnât have gotten a clearer photo?â Tim asked as he squinted at the new set of images.
âAs much as I hate to defend Dick,â Jason said as he added photos of his own to the screen, âthat is a clear photo. Danny was writing in the same language along with English in a bedside notebook of his.â
âAre you in need of glasses, Drake?â Damian asked as he looked from the photos to Tim with a judgmental brow raised.
Tim flicked him off, which Dick considered telling Tim off for (Damian had enough bad habits), but was actually curious about this. âNo. The text looks glitched out.â
âNo,â Damian said slowly and with a scowl, âit is clear. Odd, but clear.â
âCass?â Dick asked.
She moved a step closer to the television, head tilted. There was a long, quiet moment before she lifted her hand a gave a so-so motion.
Tim looked from her, to Damian, to the screens. ââŠDick?â
âSo thatâs the thing, it looks wrong to me too. If I look at it too long itâs like it gives me a headache. Jason can read it though.â
Jason snorted. âThatâs taking it a bit far. I feel like I should be able to read it. I can get a word here or there maybe.â
âLike it whispers,â Damian said, the quiet words oddly poetic for the youngest of them.
ââŠyeah, like it whispers,â Jason agreed, just as softly.
âRight, okay. Freaky language that only some of us can even see, much less read, and those who can have spent a lot of time in or around the league,â Tim said. âHow concerned do we need to be able this? To we need to be concerned about this? I feel like we need to be concerned about this.â
None of them had an easy answer for Tim.
All of them were grateful for the roar of Dukeâs bike interrupting the conversation as he pulled into the cave.
âWhat are you all looking some grim about?â Duke asked. He yanked his helmet off and took a deep breath, like he hadnât been able to breath in hours.
It was a feeling they all got. Even a good patrol was draining and Duke had been actively on follow up over what had gone down today with the Mad Hatter. Dick tossed a towel Dukeâs way and went to grab a drink for the other from the food safe fridge.
âStuff from Dannyâs place. Take a look at the screen,â Jason said.
âDanny? I thought that we liked the guy,â Duke said, accepting the drink with a grateful thank you. He drained half of it his the way to the screens. âShit, thatâs a lot of meds.â
âTake a closer look,â Jason said, though not unkindly.
Duke stepped closer to the screen.
And went alarmingly still.
Dick resisted the instinctual urge to reach out and grab him. âDuke?â
Duke gave an answering hum and turned his head, just slightly, towards Dick. His eyes never left the screen. Dick wasnât sure if Duke had really heard him. It was Jason who ended up acting, ended up listening to that instinct. He stepped between Duke and the screen, blocking their newest brotherâs view. Duke sucked in a sharp, startled breath.
âWhat?â
âHey, come on, have a seat,â Jason said and guided Duke backwards into one of the chairs at the table.
Tim swiftly cleared the photos from the screen.
Duke shook his head. âSorry, man, I donât know what⊠that, huh. What did those look like to you all?â
âMagenta tinted pill bottles with different levels of medication in them,â Tim replied calmly. âDick and I canât read whatâs printed on them. Damian, Jason, and maybe Cass can a little which means it might be League writing of some sort.â
Dick leaned against the table. âWhat did you see, Duke?â
âMagenta tinted pill bottles with something in them. Like whatever it was my powers were weird about it. Iâd have to see them in person to know anything about why, I guess, but they were⊠I donât know. But whatever that stuff was I donât think itâs League because I donât think itâs human. I donât think itâs earthly.â
âWell, fuck,â Dick said with a sigh.
He wasnât sure if that was better or worse.
#there's no looming evil#what are you talking about#Im innocent#everyone will be fine#đ#(never trust the slight smile emoji)#dp x dc#birdritch#danny/bruce
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buy me presents, baby!
Joel Miller x Fem!Reader
Summary: The holiday season is packed enough as it is. On top of it all, Joel has a cute little girlfriend he just can't seem to resist spoiling...
Warnings: 18+ Explicit Smut Unprotected p in v, literally one spank, riding, missionary, Joel's a bit of a tease, pregnancy mention (no ones actually pregnant, don't worry) No outbreak au, modern au, viagra mention, unspecified age gap (mid/early-20s reader in mind), Rich older bf Joel!! I don't know how Hinge works sorry.
Word Count: 2.7k
Based on the song buy me presents by Sabrina Carpenter
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The local mall was a buzz with what you swore was the entire state of Texas. Everywhere you turned, someone was brushing by you, mumbling an excuse me or just grunting an apology.
"Maybe we should just go home...There's so many people here." You say as you stand off to the side.
"Oh c'mon we drove all the way here, don't you wanna take a peek at some things, darlin'?"
Joel's warm southern tone sent a tingle of warmth down your spine. He was always so charming, that's how he won you over in the first place, his charm.
You'd stumbled across his Hinge profile six months ago. Your friend, Jess had jokingly set your profile to look for men over ten years older than you.
"Trust me, Dilfs are a whole different ballpark, girl!"
You hadn't believed her, after all, who would want some old half-bald, blue pill-taking man sitting across from them at dinner?
Things of course changed late one Wednesday night when Joel, 40 popped up on your screen. Not only did he have all his hair (and teeth!) but damn it he was so hot.
For lack of a better word, Joel was the perfect gentleman. He'd picked you up for your first date right at 7, opened all the doors for you, and even pulled your chair out for you to sit at the restaurant. Conversation had flowed so easily with him, that you'd almost forgotten you had just met the man across from you.
Fast forward a few months and here you were walking the mall with the head and Co-owner of Miller Construction Co. Joel's big hand cradled yours as he opened the door to Sephora.
"Said you needed some more of that lip balm you like right? Let's get it now."
You nodded and let him pull you into the store. He always did this, pulled you into stores so you could look at things. Of course, that wouldn't be a problem if he wasn't always buying half the things you picked up to admire. Hell, one time you were at Macy's with him and made a joke about the adult Spiderman onesie that was being sold, two days later it was sitting in your lap in just your size.
Jess had told you to enjoy it, to let him buy you everything your little heart desired but you couldn't help but feel guilty. You already spent most of your time sleeping at Joel's place, showering there, and eating his food. What were you even working for if you couldn't buy a measly lip balm for yourself?!
You pulled the one you wanted from the shelf. You'd run out a few days ago and your lips had begun to crack without it. Your eyes fell down to look at the price that was beside the scent
Twenty-four bucks?! That was nearly two hours of working at the shitty secretary job you had down at the local library! Whoever was setting prices at this company needed a serious reality check.
Joel's back was turned as he was staring at an array of brushes, mumbling that no one needed that many things for their face. Perfect! You could sneakily set this back on the display and-
"What're you doin'? Isn't that the one?"
Shit.
"Well yeah, but..."
"Then put it in the basket."
Joel's outstretched arm came up to present the little black and white basket he'd taken from a worker when the two of you entered.
"I just think that twenty-four bucks is too much for a little tube of lip balm. I think I'll just switch back to Carmex or Burts Bee's."
"Darlin' I'll buy it." Joel gave you a warm smile, "Let me spoil you."
"No way! You just bought me dinner!" You shake your head, thinking of your leftovers that sat in the backseat of his car.
"And now I wanna buy you a lip balm," Joel says taking it from your hands to put in the basket.
"Nope. We're not getting it." You say, pulling it from his hands and tossing it back on the shelf, "Let's leave."
Joel protests but lets you pull him from the store and back to the car.
Three days later...
Joel never liked shopping. He'd always been the kind of guy who bought the same shirt in multiple colors just because it made sense in his mind. Even when the company had taken off and he and Tommy were living comfortably instead of paycheck to paycheck, he hadn't really found an excuse to indulge and spend a lot of his hard-earned cash. Sure, he'd dropped a lot on a new car after his poor pickup truck had gotten rear-ended two years ago, damn teen drivers. Then, there was the new roof that his house needed last summer. But, both of those were easily paid off and Joel often found himself with a bank account higher than necessary.
It never bothered him, after all, it just meant retirement would come quicker, and if he ever had kids they'd have a lot of inheritance. Yes, Joel was happy living his simple lifestyle. Of course, that was until he met you...
You were just perfect in Joel's eyes. From the moment he saw you on that dating app Tommy had stuck on his phone, he'd known you were the one for him. Initially, he'd felt weird when he'd swiped on you, after all, you were so young compared to him. His fears though, they'd vanished the moment you started laughing at his lame jokes, adding your own even worse ones to the conversation. Yes, you were just perfect for him.
Now, it was December, the holiday season was in full swing and Joel found himself itching to spend some of that cash that'd been sitting in the bank for ages. He'd spent the last six months trying to keep the spending to a minimum, you always scolded him despite enjoying all of his gifts and he'd hate to make you feel uncomfortable. But after today when you'd put that little lip balm back on the shelf, he'd felt sad for you. Joel hadn't missed your small frown when it clattered back onto the display next to the others. You wanted that lip balm and, you were going to get that lip balm.
It was as if he was a man possessed. Three hours had passed since he'd walked into this mall and his arms were begging to feel a bit sore. Sure, he'd bought you the lip balm but before he knew it, he was wandering into all the other stores, looking for things that'd make you smile and cover his face in kisses. As he loaded the bags into the trunk a bit of worry crossed his mind. Had he gone overboard?
No, there definitely could be more...
December 25th, Christmas Morning at Joel Miller's
The warm scent of coffee had your eyes slowly pulling open. You groaned and pulled yourself out of bed, fumbling to pull Joel's shirt on before finding your discarded panties from last night. Whoever told you that older men needed Viagra to get it up clearly hadn't met Joel.
You padded down the steps to see Joel hunched over the stove, flipping pancakes while his beloved coffee maker brewed.
"Morning." You chirp, wrapping your arms around him, and resting your hands on his soft belly.
"Good morning." Joel's deep voice filled your ears
You greedily let your hands slip under the waistband of his plaid pajama pants. Joel lets out a hum and scoots away from you.
"Keep that up and we won't be eating or opening gifts til noon."
You roll your eyes and go to pour him his coffee.
After a delicious breakfast, Joel pulled you into the living room where your jaw nearly met the floor. Last night when you'd passed out in bed after the third round, there had been six presents under the tree, three from him and three from you. Now there had to be over triple that.
"What did you do?" You ask, spinning around to face Joel.
"What? I'm not allowed to spoil you?" Joel asks, a boyish grin on his face.
"It's like you bought the whole damn store and put it in your living room." You point out
"Not the whole store, just some of it." Joel laughs
Nearly an hour later, you were sitting in a pile of wrapping paper and bows.
"Alright, last one," Joel says, pulling a small gift bag with a snowman on it out.
You sigh in fake exhaustion, "Hand it over, cowboy."
Joel snorts and hands you the bag which a moment later you find has the lip balm you'd put back the other day.
"Went back and bought it for ya. Got a little distracted though..." Joel smiles
"Oh, only a little? Is that why there's lingerie and a new pair of boots sitting in boxes next to me?" You laugh, "Not to mention you even bought me a new frying pan."
"Yeah, just a little sidetracked s' all," Joel says, looking at the many different things he'd found for you.
"Thank you, Joel." You smile earnestly, "It's your turn now."
"Why don't ya model this for me, darlin'?" Joel asks, pushing the red babydoll dress towards you
"But what about your presents?" You pout, "I put a lot of thought into the one with the green paper."
"Give me a fashion show, it can be part of the gift." Joel coerces.
"Ugh, you're lucky you're hot, Joel." You huff, scooping the fabric up and heading off to the bathroom.
Joel lets out a long whistle as you reenter the living room, "Well, would you look at that?"
"Pervert." You scoff as he pulls you into his lap
"Not allowed to appreciate my girl?" He asks, pressing a kiss to your cheek
"You just wanted to see what my boobs looked like in red lace." You point out
Joel gives you a grin, busted.
"Nah, what makes you think that?"
Joel's lips capture yours and his hands secure themselves at your waist. Your resolve loosens as your hands curl against the soft skin of his chest.
"What about your presents?" You ask breathlessly when he pulls back
"Got everything I want right here." He says, "Let's go upstairs, this old man needs a bed if he's gonna fuck you silly."
Joel's hands are back on you the moment he kicks the bedroom door shut. His lips find yours again as his hands begin to pull the straps of your outfit off your shoulders.
Your back hits the mattress and one of Joel's big hands snakes down between your thighs.
"Still wet from last night." Joel laughs into the kiss
"Mmm, I think it was from earlier. Seeing you shirtless, cooking for me was hot." You admit
"Yeah? Y'like me cookin' for ya?" Joel asks
"Course, who wouldn't wanna see a hot old man cooking pancakes for them on Christmas?" You tease
Joel delivers a sharp slap to your inner thigh, "Not that old, darlin'."
"Sure you aren't."
You push at his shoulders and straddle him, loving the way his hands gently rest on your thighs.
You hum in delight as his hips lift and he pulls his pants off, finally exposing the rest of his body to your greedy eyes. Joel's lips ghost over your nipples, teasing them with his tongue as he lifts you up so he's notched at your entrance. Eager, you move to push him in but he stops you.
"What do ya say, baby?" Joel teases
"C'mon Joel..." You groan, "I want it."
"Ask nicely then," he clicks his tongue, "Go on,"
You huff a small breath of frustration and Joel's hands squeeze your hips.
"Please," You mumble
"What was that? This old man needs some help hearin' ya." Joel prods
"Please, fuck me, Joel." You groan, wiggling your hips as the head of his cock teases your hole.
"S' what I wanted to hear," Joel says, pressing a wet kiss to your neck
Joel's loud groan mingles with your girlish one as he lets you go to take him in. Your mind goes blank as your hips begin to rock. Joel's hands roam your body as he pinches and teases the sensitive flesh of your chest.
"C'mon girlie, give it to me." He encourages
"I'm trying." You huff, the feel of your burning thighs was slowing you down
A loud slap rings out followed by a yelp from your mouth. Joel's big hand rubs at the reddened mark on your soft skin.
"Don't worry, I gotcha, sweetheart, let me."
Your world turns as Joel lays you back down on the soft mattress, pushing your knees to your chest you're practically folded in half as he pushes in again.
"Fuck me..." Joel groans in pleasure above you.
"Already am." You laugh breathlessly
Joel shakes his head but you see the smile playing on his lips.
Rough thrusts steal your breath away as Joel begins moving his hips in earnest. The softness of his belly meets yours as he leans over you and presses his lips to yours. A hand pushes into the middle of your shared mess and a finger toys with your clit. A whimper escapes your lips as Joel groans when you tighten around him.
"Gonna let me come inside ya hmm? It'd be the perfect Christmas gift for me darlin'..."
Your brain is mush as Joel's finger plays with you while his cock relentlessly slams into you. Your stomach tightens as he continues.
"I-I'm gonna-"
"C'mon let it out, soak my fucking cock." Joel commands
As if he's magic your body yields to him and you come. A strangled groan leaves Joel's lips while your eyes slam shut.
"Good girl." Joel coos down at you, his hips never slowing.
"Joel!" You gasp, the pain of overstimulation beginning to ebb at your brain.
Joel lets out a soft moan of his own, his brow furred in concentration.
"Where?" He asks
"I-Inside" You gasp
Joel smirks, "Yeah? Gonna take it like a good girl? Let me knock ya up, pop out a brat for me in nine months?"
"Yes!" Your hips arch off the bed when his hand comes down to grind at your clit.
Joel's hips stutter against you and a loud moan escapes him as he fills you. Gentle thrusts follow as he comes down, dropping your legs as he does.
Joel flops down beside you on the bed, his chest heaves a bit as the two of you catch your breath.
"Y'okay?"
"Always." You say looking over at him with a dopey grin on your face
"Wanna go finish those pancakes?" Joel asks
You laugh, Joel was such a typical guy, thinking with his stomach, "You just fucked me and threatened to knock me up but your first thought is pancakes?"
"Well, I was gonna get a washcloth and clean ya up first, if that matters," Joel says
"Wow, what a gentleman." You scoff
"Glad you think so." Joel mumbles
You lay next to him in silence, listening to his breathing and watching his eyes flutter shut in satisfaction.
"What if we did?" You ask
"Did what?" Joel asks looking at you, "If you're talking about round two, I'll need a few more minutes, I'm not twenty anymore."
You slap his shoulder and roll onto your belly, "No, perv. I meant a baby. You were just talking about getting me pregnant."
Joel looks over at you like you've lost your mind, "Are you being serious right now?"
"Totally. You don't want a mini us running around?" You ask hopefully
"Course I do baby, didn't ever think a pretty young thing like you would want that with me though," Joel admits, pulling you towards him so you're resting partially on top of him
"Really Joel?" You scoff, "You're like the hottest guy in the world."
"Now you're just buttering me up." He laughs his head hitting the pillows behind him
"I'm serious!" You smile as he presses a gentle kiss to your lips
Soft silence flutters around you as you watch the gears turn in his mind.
"Gonna have to marry you if you start popping my kids out." Joel grins
"Of course," You laugh, "You think I'm gonna go into labor without a ring on my hand?"
Joel's nose brushes yours as he leans a bit closer to your face, practically breathing in your scent. His hand grasps yours where it rests on his chest.
"Guess I gotta start looking at jewelry then, darlin'. You're gonna have the prettiest ring in all of Texas."
"Ugh, there you go again, plotting to spend way too much money on me again." You groan in embarrassment.
Joel leans in and steals a kiss from you, the taste of pancakes and syrup lingers on his tongue as he does.
"Gotta humor me here," He smiles into the kiss, "Let me buy you presents, baby."
Consider this a mini-rant against the people behind the prices at Sephora. I'm looking at you Summer Fridays...
Want more Joel? Check out my series All Too Well.
#joel miller#the last of us#tlou#tommy miller#joel miller x reader#joel miller fluff#joel the last of us#tlou fanfiction#fanfic#joel tlou#joel miller x you#pedro pascal#romance#joel miller smut#Tommy miller
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đ„ older brother!soonyoung vs. boyfriend!jihoon.
@choco-scoups -> "what do we think about brother's best friend jihoon, but your brother is soonyoung"
â cussing, good-natured sibling bickering, suggestive joke. headcanons under the cut.
đ„ jihoon's notes on surviving the kwon siblings .á
The Kwon siblings are sulky as hell. Jihoon had thought that Soonyoung was the king of brooding, but then he met you. If he weren't dating you, he might even be impressed. As it is, though, he can only focus on managing the two of you's moods. Sure, Jihoon is a little biased. He thinks you're cute when you get all pouty; it makes him want to pinch your cheeks and hold you until that frown is gone from your face. When it's Soonyoung, though, he's a lot more exasperated. "You're a grown man, Soon. Get over it," he might grouseâ right before turning to a sullen you and asking if you want a kiss.
The Kwon siblings bicker. A lot. Jihoon doesn't have any brothers or sisters of his own, so he spent quite a bit of time worrying if the two of you were normal. He quickly learned that most siblings tend to butt heads, though you and Soonyoung tended to be a little more... over the top than the average pair. One too many times, Jihoon has been caught in between the two of you's screaming matches. His three-step plan to coming out unscathed is to 1) not take sides, 2) only step in if/when physical altercation occurs, and 3) try not to insult either of you. Even if he is inclined to believe that you're right, more often than not.
The Kwon siblings can be clingy. Before he was your boyfriend, Jihoon was Soonyoung's best friend. And so Jihoon had grown used to Soonyoung's insistences for meals out, Soonyoung's need to be responded to lest he thinks it's the end of the world. When it turned out that you were more or less similar, Jihoon could only shake his head and sigh to himself. He should have known what he was getting into. Really, Jihoon has the patience of a saint in balancing your overthinking and Soonyoung's peskiness. It's a whole love language, and Jihoon is fluent.
Soonyoung loves you. It's not something he says often. Call it the tendency of brothers to brush off emotion or downplay their own sentiments. But Soonyoung loves you in a ride-or-die kind of way, in an if-anything-happens-to-you-I-don't-know-what-I'd-do kind of way. Jihoon knows this. He knows it well. When you and Jihoon had started dating, Soonyoung had been fully supportive. He made a couple of 'jabs' here and thereâ "If you break their heart, I'll never forgive you!"â but Jihoon knew from the look in his best friend's eye, the set in Soonyoung's jaw, that it wasn't that much of a joke. Jihoon knows that Soonyoung trusting him with you is no small thing. He makes sure not to take it for granted.
You love Jihoon. You love Soonyoung. You would neverâ not in a million lifetimesâ choose Jihoon over Soonyoung. Even though you've threatened bodily harm on Soonyoung more times than can be counted; even though Jihoon is everything that you could want and more. Blood runs thicker than water. Jihoon knows that, too. That's why he never makes you choose. He's content to share the spot of 'favorite person' with your brother, the same way that there's no one else in the world that he trusts more than you two.
+ When the three of you are able to get it together long enough to go somewhere without gauging each other's eyes out, it's those moments that Jihoon secretly adores the most. He sometimes falls quiet, letting you and Kwon fill the conversation at the table, and he thinks of the time you forced him to watch that one Disney movie. Looks like the princess was right; Jihoon is spoken for. Everyone he's ever loved is here, within these walls, at this table, and he couldn't be more happy about it.
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BY THE BOOK : MIDORIYA IZUKU X READER
SUMMARY: When your pro hero boyfriend comes home to find you studying, he suddenly takes a great interest in helping out. You find his methods... questionable. TAGS/WARNINGS: nsft, hysterical literature (reading out loud while sexually stimulated), pro hero deku, deku still has ofa, support tech grad student reader, slight intelligence kink, gn + afab reader, cunnilingus, established relationship, aged up characters, fluff (3k) NOTES: Hi guys! I have been in survival mode as of late and the writing has been slow going; my sincerest apologies for how long itâs taking me to burn down my @ficsforgaza backlog. But I finally had the time & energy on my hands this weekend to work on this one and I had such a blast!! I hope Iâm not too rustyâand if I am, I hope you enjoy it as much as I loved writing it regardless lol. Love you and thank you always for your patience. Happy Holidays!!
Sometimes, you thought you could tell your boyfriend was near, even before you heard his key in the lock.
It was something to do with his power, youâd always suspectedâas a support engineer unduly interested in other peopleâs capabilities, youâd spent hundreds of hours turning it over in your head. It was the unnatural immensity of other peopleâs powers, you thought, pulling and coiling just beneath the surface of Izukuâs skin. In close proximity, after prolonged use, its presence felt like a shiver up the back of your neck.
You felt the barest hint of it now, an unsettled feeling creeping into the marrow of your bones, and you sat up on the couch just as you heard the scratch of Izukuâs keys at the door.
One For All fit cleanly into Izukuâs own unwavering intensity somehow, like the last piece of his puzzle. Though one would certainly never think so looking at him as he spilled through the door, pink-cheeked from the cold, all bright eyes, sweetly angelic features, and a riot of wild green curls. He looked windswept from the biting winter breeze. He also looked too kind to be carrying the sort of power he didâtoo sweet and eager and lovely.
âLook what the wind blew in,â you grinned at him over the back of the couch, after assessing he was well. Your eyes tracked the sinuous movement of those broad shoulders as he yanked his mouthguard over his head, the flex and pull of his bicep as he hung it beside the door. He was moving without pause, no sign of injury or muscle strain , and his suit was intact. Ordinarily you didnât mind if there was a bit of shredding about the abs as long as he came back to you whole and hale, but in the winter you didnât like him wandering about risking the chance of frostbite.
Your heart fluttered when Izuku returned your smile with one of his own, so beautiful and bright, chasing away the cold heâd tracked in like a warm sliver of sun.
âLots of small, easy fights today?â You guessed, judging from his intact suit but clear whiff of power about him.
Izuku scrubbed a hand through that riot of curls, exposing the reddened shell of a cold ear. âI only had to use blackwhip a couple of times,â he said as he shouldered the door closed behind him, the muscle of his thighs flexing enticingly as he stepped out of his boots.
You gestured at the pot of soup youâd left warming on the stove, and the veritable pile of crusty bread beside it. Warmth and carbs, exactly what you would have wanted if you were a pro hero fresh off a long day of patrolling in the snow.
Izukuâs eyes fixed on it with an obliging amount of interest, and he almost tripped over himself in the genkan in his haste to get to the kitchen. âI love you,â you heard him say, muffled through a mouthful of bread, heard the clatter of the silverware drawer and a bowl being placed on the counter.
You smiled and turned back to the book in your lap, a particularly dry, knotty text on robotic imitation learning that had had your eyes drifting closed for the better part of an hour. It was the last youâd need to get through for your Wearable Technologies graduate course, and something you were deeply interested in incorporating into your design practice. You could train a piece of equipment on how an individual pro hero moved and deployed their quirk, and use predictive modeling to deploy assistance functionalities within milliseconds if you got it rightâsuch as immediate cooling in pro hero Shoutoâs temperature vest the moment he ignited an arm.
The implementation was going to be so coolâbut the theory was so mind numbing.
You felt the couch sink in beside your feet, and Izuku peered interestedly at the title in your lap.
âIntroduction to Robotic Imitation Learning,â he echoed, and you could hear the note of excitement in his voice. You suppressed a fond smile, knowing he was already thinking through the same applications you hadâhe was just as much of a nerd as you were.
âIntroduction to Snoozing and Napping,â you grumbled, turning back to your page. âThere are only so many words on the Kalman filter framework a brain can handle before the human mind shuts itself down.â
Izuku hummed in interest around a spoonful of soup, propping himself up against your leg. The exterior of his suit was still cool from the outside, and he groaned with relief from the warmth of your skin, even as you hissed at the chill.
You knew he wanted you to go on, so you generalized for him. âItâs an algorithm used for robotic motion planningâyou not only take measurements of the thing you want to model but you account for uncertainties to predict the probability that something is going to happen.â
Izuku nodded, taking another spoonful of soup, gesturing for you to go on.
You summoned up the willpower to explain joint probability distribution, pleased when Izuku easily managed to followâheâd always been a quick study, especially of anything that could be employed in the service of heroics. Youâd long thought if he hadnât been gifted his quirk, he would be an insane support engineer.
He managed to finish his entire bowl of soup in the time it took you to explain, and housed another two slices of buttered bread with the sort of alacrity youâd only ever seen in pro heroes and professional athletes, making you smile while you spoke.
His spoon clinked softly against the edge of the bowl as he set them aside on the coffee table, and he hooked his chin over your knees as you finished explaining. In the setting sun from your windows he looked especially lovely, the kind, angular planes of his face brushed in gold, softening the spots of his freckles.
His eyes were especially bright, the way they always were when something in particular had caught his interest, and he smiled at you again over the tops of your knee caps.
âI admire how smart you are,â he told you, in the simple, straightforward way he always gave out compliments. It was like a shot to the heart every time, and you could feel your face warm with the praise even after years of receiving similar compliments.
You reflexively flapped a dismissive hand. âNot smart enough to have internalized it all! I have mostly been falling asleep to it,â you promised him.
He tilted his head, a green curl falling into his eyes. âI know you wonât have a problem when youâre awake.â
You shifted your legs with embarrassment, and a long fingered hand came up to cup the front of your thigh, as Izuku turned more fully towards you. You could feel the warm, hard planes of his chest against your shins, the line of his jumpsuitâs zipper pressing insistently just below your knee.
âGotta try to impress you somehow,â you joked, your skin prickling as Izukuâs fingers absent-mindedly drew a pattern across your thigh. You could feel the heat of his hand through the thin material of the leggings youâd lounged around in all day, the chill finally chased away from his skin now that heâd come inside and warmed up.
âYou do impress me,â he said in his soft, gentle tone. Which made your cheeks and nose burn hotter.
You knew you did, and the steady faith Izuku had in the people around him was one of your favorite things about him. It still made you feel like a middle schooler with a crush to think about, though, the intensity of your feelings too much for one body to handle.
âI will study hard to live up to your faith in me,â you promised, unable to help the goofy smile you knew you were giving him.
Izukuâs chin shifted against the tops of your knees, and he pressed his mouth to the knob of your left one, leaving a smiling kiss. âTell me more?â he asked, fingers still sliding softly over your thigh.
âIâll read it to you as I go, then,â you said, turning back to the brick of a tome, propping it up more firmly on your stomach as you adjusted yourself against the couch arm. Izukuâs eyes watched you over the top of the pages, that emerald gaze tracking your face closely.
ââThe algorithm works via a two-phase process: a prediction phase and an update phaseâ,â you began, trying to turn your attention away from Izuku and back to the text. ââIn the prediction phase, the Kalman filter produces estimates of the current state variables, including their uncertainties. Once the outcome of the next measurement (necessarily corrupted with some error, including random noise) is observed, these estimates are updated using a weighted average, with more weight given to estimates with greater certainty.ââ
Izukuâs long fingers traced firmer lines across your thighs, almost like he was taking notes. He layered another kiss along the line of your knee, eyes glittering at you as you read.
ââThe algorithm is recursive,ââ you continued, ââIt can operate in real time, using only the present input measurements and the state calculated previously and its uncertainty matrix; no additional past information is required.ââ
You almost jumped as Izukuâs mouth trailed lower, into the space between your knees, leaving kisses along your inner thigh. His fingers gently pulled one thigh away to make space for him in between, and you cleared your throat, trying to return to the text at hand.
ââOptimality of Kalman filtering assumes that errors have a normalâthat is, Gaussianâdistribution,ââ you read on. ââThe following assumptions are made about random processes: Physical random phenomena may be thought of as due to primary random sources exciting dynamic systems. The primary sources are assumed to be independent gaussian random processes with zero mean; the dynamic systems will be linear.ââ
Izuku let out a soft breath, insinuating himself further between your thighs. Your own breath came out a little uneven as he bent over you, mouth tracking dangerously towards the inseam of your leggings.
You paused, but Izuku fixed you with a look of his slightly-darkened eyes. âPleaseâkeep reading,â he said, his tone a little lower than it had been a minute ago.
You swallowed in shocked understanding, skin tingling. You felt yourself nod, as Izukuâs fingers strayed to the waist of your pants, dipping below the band.
You let him slowly peel your leggings down, your underwear with them, adjusting as needed to make it easy for him, even as you tried to return your attention to your textbook.
ââRegardless of Gaussianity, however, if the process and measurement covariances are known, then the Kalman filter is the best possible linear estimator in the minimum mean-square-error sense,ââ you quoted, nearly squeaking when Izuku pressed his mouth to your hip, his curls tickling the skin of your belly. His hands gripped either side of your thighs, palms square and rough against your skin, and you tried not to shiver with the feeling.
âUmââAlthough there may be better nonlinear estimatorsâ,â you said, then nearly jumped out of your skin when Izuku pressed his mouth to the core of you, only the strength of his grip stopping you from accidentally kicking him in surprise.
âOh my gâuh! ItâumââIt is a common misconception perpetuated in the literature that the Kalman filter cannot be rigorously applied unless all noise processes are assumed to be Gaussian,ââ you managed, before your cut off into a groan as Izuku layered a hot, sweet kiss over you, tongue dipping carefully between your folds. âAh-âIzukuââ
Izuku petted a thumb gently over the top of your thigh to show he was listening, even as he swiped his tongue over you again, a long, firm stroke that had your thighs flexing in his hold. He laved over your clit, sucking ever so slightly, and your grip almost tore the edge of your textbooks as it tightened.
âKeep going,â he urged briefly, then did it again, punching a groan out of you.
âExtensionsâohââExtensions and generalizations of the method have also been developed, such as the extended Kalman filter and the unscented Kalman filter which work on nonlinear systems,ââ you read on, voice shooting up nearly into a squeal when two of Izukuâs long, firm fingers pressed into you, as his mouth moved over you again.
âAh! Oh my godâtheâum, the basisâ-â you said, breath growing short. Izukuâs fingers unerringly found the spot inside you that made you twist in his grip with the ease of long practice, and his jaw worked as he kissed you so shockingly filthily. You could feel something already starting to build up behind your navel, a fluttery lightness, an insatiable insistence on more.
ââThe basis a hidden Markov modelâoh, fuckâsuch that the state space of the latent variables is continuous and all latent and observed variables haveâah!--Gaussian distributions,âââ you recited, your voice tripping up further into a register that sounded more like begging than reading.
Izukuâs fingers worked you, long and thick and perfect inside you, as his tongue drew unrelenting circles around your clit. Stars seemed to spark in your vision, and your eyes squeezed shut, losing your place on the page as your hips flexed into his face. You felt suddenly very floaty and lightheaded, and not at all in a position to keep going.
Still, you tried to refocus your attention.
ââKâKalman filtering has been used successfully inâohâmulti-sensor fusionâah, ah!--and distributed sensor networksâfuck, please, Izukuâto develop distributed or consensus Kalman f-filtering,ââ you said, your tone nearly a cry.
Izuku groaned softly, sucking gently as his fingers curled inside you. It made your veins spark under your skin, your legs shaking in Izukuâs hands. You abandoned your grip on your book to seize the arm of the couch, clawing desperately at the fabric.
âPlease, Izuku,â you cried, hips bucking towards his mouth.
The book tumbled off your stomach but you hardly noticed, gaze refocusing on the way his eyelashes fluttered as he licked you. His fingers played gently within you, a maddening press that was simultaneously too much and not enough, and his other hand came up to slide under your sweater, plucking gently at your nipple.
You lost yourself to the feelingâcaught between the mind-melting curl of his fingers, the delicate suction of his mouth, and the careful pinch of your nipple. A delicious heat curled through you, waves of unbearable pleasure, and you could hear yourself babbling nonsenseâgarbled syllables of Izukuâs name, and every entreaty you could think of, a hundred thousands mores and oh pleases.
Izuku abandoned your nipple to pull you more firmly against him with a strong arm curled under your thigh, pressing you even harder into his mouth.
You muffled a scream in the sleeve of your sweater as he sucked you harder, tongue laving over you in loving strokes. Only his terrible strength held you down as you writhed beneath him, and then his fingers twisted in a way that had your vision whiting outâand you were suddenly thrown out over the edge of your pleasure.
Izuku licked you through it as you squirmed and begged and cried out his name, your climax seeming to last for eons.
You were panting hard when you finally slumped into the cushions of your couch, the ceiling seeming to swim in and out of focus before your eyes. When you gained enough control of your body again you looked down at Izuku, finding him watching you with a satisfied, almost shy curl to his mouth.
âYouâre beautiful,â he told you, emerald gaze glittering with sincerity. âYouâre so smart.â
Impossibly you felt your heart swell with even more love for him, and you seized his shoulder, dragging him up over you so you could kiss his mouth. The taste of yourself on him was embarrassing yet thrilling, and you petted a pleased hand through Izukuâs wild mess of curls as you kissed him.
âWell you are amazing,â you told him, swiping a thumb over his cheek fondly, smoothing over his freckles. A gorgeous watercolor of pink washed over his cheeks and nose at the proclamation, and you could hear his fingers flex in the cushion beside your head.
The sight of him flushed and waiting over you like another small something inside of you, like a pilot light, and you let your mouth pull into a wry grin.
âI hope you know I learned nothing though,â you said casually, your plan for your next steps already forming in your head. You let a hand trail carefully down Izukuâs flank, tracking towards his waist. âI think maybe I might need a few rounds for it to really sink in.â
Izukuâs ears went red against the green of his hair, and you felt your smile widen. âMaybe you could read it to me this time?â you asked, guiding him to roll under you, retrieving your book from the floor as you did so.
You settled yourself on the tops of Izukuâs thighs, feeling the hard press of him against your core, as you placed your textbook into his waiting hands.
Izukuâs answering smile was all the permission you needed. You directed him to start from the beginning of the chapter, and he did so in that soft, lilting tone of his you so loved. And then your fingers trailed up to the zipper at his collar.
It was time to return the favorâwholeheartedly.
REFERENCES: Kalman Filtering (Wikipedia) I took the passages our Reader recited from here because I do not actually understand Kalman filtering at all and could not organically come up with feasible text for her to read through. Sorry in advance to the author of this page lol.
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BAJA BLAST - S.JY
pairing. religious stepbro!jake x fem reader genre. drabble, porn w plot warnings. virgin perv jake, stepcest, religious themes, brief mention of alcoholism & death word count. 3.5k smut tags. degradation, dry humping (i guessâŠ), handjob, jake sucks readerâs tits thru her shirt, p in v for like 30 seconds.
a/n. hmm trying to get into darker themes to expand my genres a bit more ⊠not too sure how i feel abt it yet but it was interesting to explore a new trope! i understand darker tropes arenât for everyone sooo feel free to skip over if this isnât for you!! <3
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âYouâre disgusting, and youâre not gonna find a God-fearing husband if you keep parading yourself like a slut.â
Jake pries your legs open a little wider, further situating himself between your thighs as he smears his precum on the core of your panties. He glances up at you when you scoff, knees digging into the mattress as he drags the tip of his cock along your clothed cunt. âWhat?â he sneers, raising a brow at you.
âYou have a girlfriend and youâre getting yourself off between someone elseâs legs; youâre the slut,â Jakeâs cock twitches in the palm of his hand at your insult, you take a mental note of this, âand, I donât even want a God-fearing husband, whatever that is.â
âIt means a religious husband, genius. None of them probably want you anyway, so the feeling is mutual.â
Degrading as it may be, this is the shit that gets Jake off; certainly not his prude, preacherâs daughter girlfriend who only allows him to kiss her for a few seconds at a time, because anything longer than that could be âtoo temptingâ.
He didnât hate Chaeyoung in the slightest, but he likely wouldnât have made all that effort to court her had he known she was saving herself for marriage in every aspect. No lingering touches, no suggestive comments, and certainly no racy photos; the poor boy wouldâve been fine with her sitting on his lap every now and then if it meant heâd get to jerk off from the weight of someone on top of him.
Much like Chaeyoung, Jake was on the treacherous path of saving himself for marriage, but even he allowed himself a bit of wiggle room. Saving himself entirely for marriage was beyond unrealistic, but he was willing to at least avoid shoving his dick in someone before there was a ring on his finger if it meant he could get off in other ways.
Jake didnât have the heart to break up with Chaeyoung just because she wanted to stay pure until marriage, but he wasnât planning on waiting that long to finally get his dick wet. Besides, breaking up with the preacherâs daughter for seemingly no reason was a bad look, especially considering that Jake was the youth pastor at the same exact church.
Aside from the pastor and his wife, Jake and Chaeyoung were the only couple treated as royalty in their church community. They were seen as devoted followers of Christ whilst showcasing what an appropriate, God-fearing, young, Christian couple should look like. From the outside looking in (or even just looking from his girlfriendâs perspective), they truly did resemble a perfect couple.
How Jake got into jerking off between his step-sisterâs thighs was a long story.
His original plan was to keep his distance when he first met you a little over a year ago, a few months before his father was preparing to marry your mother. Jake didnât take kindly to you at first, bewildered on how such a respectful, faith-driven woman such as your mother could produce a daughter the exact opposite of her. Your outfits were entirely too skimpy, you had a horrible attitude, and you had tattoos. In Jakeâs eyes, you were the definition of sin.
And thatâs exactly why he felt disgusted with himself when he realized he was desperately attracted to you.
It was horrible, the countless nights heâd spent jerking himself off to the thought of you sinking down on his cock and riding him until he passed out. Heâs certain his stamina is low and would probably finish in under five minutes, but it doesnât hurt to dream; and that he does.
Until you showed up to his apartment one Monday morning with a large Baja Blast from Taco Bell and a proposition.
âTaco Bell at ten in the morning, seriously?â
You hadnât greeted him with a âGood morning!â or âHey, how are you?â and instead jumped the gun and went straight into, âHey, you know how my dad died?â
Jake held his front door open, running a hand through his messy, morning hair in confusion as he responded, âWasnât it from, like, alcoholism?â
You rolled your eyes at him, âYeah, but I meant like⊠you know that heâs dead, right? Also, Taco Bell serves breakfast, genius.â
âYN, itâs too early for this.â Jake says with a frustrated sigh, prepared to close the door in your face because itâs way too early to deal with your bullshit.
âIâm getting his inheritance from my grandmother, a huge one.â
Jake tried his best at attempting to hide the look of shock on his face. From his knowledge, your grandparents were loaded; practically rolling in money since the moment they were born. Having your fatherâs inheritance transferred to you was a blessing, Jake didnât even want to imagine the useless crap youâd waste that money on.
âCongrats, did you come here to rub it in my face?â
You sighed, slightly embarrassed and a little defeated knowing youâd need Jakeâs help. You felt entirely guilty for even coming to him in the first place, the two of you werenât close and hardly spoke outside of gatherings, the only reason you showed up to his apartment was because you didnât have his phone number; only his address you had to scroll in your GPS to find from the one time you drove him home.
âNo, Iâm not here to brag. I need your help.â
Jake hesitantly opened his door wider, allowing you into his home that you nervously pace around in. âHelp with what?â he asked, locking the door behind him.
âI donât get the inheritance until after my grandma dies.â
âYN, are you crazy?! I am not helping you kill your grandmother!â
âWhat?! Jake, no! God, just let me finish.â An awkward beat of silence passed before you continued, âShe says Iâm not getting the inheritance unless I get into religion and be involved in church.â
âYeah, canât help with that.â Jake took a moment to look you up and down, eyes focusing on the fresh tattoo right under your knee, âYouâre gonna need a miracle.â
You followed behind Jake like a helpless puppy as he entered his kitchen, nervously toying with your fingers as you set your drink down on the kitchen counter, âI know we arenât really close, and thatâs partially my fault, but Iâd really appreciate it if you could help me out with this.â
âWith what, YN? You havenât said what youâd need me to do.â
âJust, every so often, tell my family that Iâm involved in church and help out. Shit like that.â
Jake chuckled, powering on his Nespresso, âAs if thatâs gonna work. You know your family goes to church, right? What are they gonna think if they donât see you there but Iâm telling them you showed up? Theyâd see right through it.â
âThey donât go every Sunday! Iâll just check ahead of time and go with them whenever they do go, and on the days they donât go youâd be able to cover for me.â
Jake sighed with a shake of his head, reaching into his cabinet to retrieve a coffee mug, âItâs not just Sunday service, YN. They also go to bible study and help plan church events. Your family is very involved in the community.â
âAgain, they donât attend every event, right? Iâll go when they go and you cover when I canât! And, besides, itâs not like theyâre expecting me to go to every single event; as long as they think Iâm putting in effort Iâll be fine.â
You seemed proud of yourself and your plan, which only annoyed your step-brother even further, because you clearly hadnât thought this through.
âWhatâs in it for me?â
You paused, quirking a brow at Jake, âWhat do you mean?â
âWe barely even know each other and you expect me to do this big favor for you for free? Be realistic.â
âWell, what do you want?â
âI wantâŠhalf of the inheritance.â
âJake, even you know thatâs too much.â
Yeah, maybe he was being a little petty, but it was your own fault for asking for a favor like this and not offering him anything in return. He may not know the exact amount of your inheritance, but based on your reaction, it had to be a life changing amount of money; enough to give him a portion of.
âIâd rather not say what the exact amount is,â you start, looking down at your sneakers, âbut itâs a lot, and Iâm definitely willing to give you a fraction of it if you help me out. Just not half.â
âHow much?â
âFor you? Fifty-thousand.â
Jake dropped the ceramic mug to the ground, eyes widening as the cup broke and scattered across the kitchen floor. You flinched, jumping back on instinct while he remained frozen in place. âFifty-thousand dollars?â
You wanted to tell him itâs truly nothing compared to the amount youâd have leftover, and that youâd offer him more if he insisted on it, but fifty-thousand seems to be enough for him. Instead, you nodded, carefully backing into the living room to avoid accidentally stepping on the ceramic shards.
âDoes that work?â
It was too late to pretend your offer wasnât more than heâd been expecting, but still, Jake had no reason to believe youâd hold up to your end of the deal; even if giving him fifty-thousand dollars would hardly make a dent in what youâd be receiving.
Jake shook his head, âI donât know you, how can I trust youâll actually give it to me?â
âYou canât just take my word?â
âThe only word I take is the word of God.â
You shouldâve seen that one coming.
Jake continued, âI want a down payment that I can receive now; something so that if you donât pay me, I still got something out of our agreement.â
Intrigued, and a little frightened, you tilted your head at him, âMoney?â
Jake shrugged in response, carefully stepping over the shards of ceramic, âDoesnât have to be, your mom says you donât have much of it.â
âI have money!â
Jake rolled his eyes, retrieving a broom and dustpan from the hallway closet, âRight, because your part-time barista job pays so much.â
You let out an exasperated sigh, âI really donât know what else to offer you.â
âBetter think of something or youâre on your own.â
The sound of ceramic clicking together as Jake cleans filled the silence, leaving you to brainstorm on what he would accept as a down payment offer. Money wasnât an option, and you didnât know enough about Jakeâs interests to offer him some sort of bribe.
However, Jake is a man. Yes, a religious one, but still a man. If youâre lucky enough, thereâs one thing you could offer that no man, not even Jake, would pass up.
âChaeyoung is saving herself for marriage, right?â
Jake paused, suspiciously glancing at you over his shoulder, âI donât see how thatâs any of your business, but yes.â
You nodded, âAre you?â
âAgain, not your business, but yes.â
âWhat about loopholes?â
Jake fully turned around this time, narrowing his eyes at you, âYN, where are you going with this?â
You shrugged, defensively raising your hands, âWhat if I was your loophole? Like, I help you get off however you want without actually having sex, so it wonât count as sinning. And, trust me, I wonât tell anyone.â
Jesus Christ, you seriously wanted the inheritance that bad?
Jake immediately wanted to accept the offer and drag you straight into his room, but he couldnât; he had to be nonchalant about this or risk you revoking your suggestion.
He faked a look of disgust, a confused, twisted snarl on his face as he responded, âBut, youâre my step-sister; isnât that wrong?â
You shrugged, âI donât care if you donât. Plus, weâre adults and we barely even know each other, itâs not like our parents married years ago and we grew up as siblings.â
Fair point, not that Jake needed any further convincing.
âIâm not offering you this again, by the way. You either accept it now or youâll never get the chance again,â you warn Jake, taking a seat down on the edge of his couch.
After a few long moments of pretending to weigh his options, Jake extended the end of the broomstick in your direction, slowly using the handle of it to lift your skirt. You didnât react, your eyes following the edge of the broomstick as Jake continued his actions. He lowered his head slightly, confused as to why he couldnât see your panties, until he realized.
You werenât wearing any.
He cleared his throat, quickly pulling the broom away before leaning it up against the wall. âSure, whatever, I guess. As long as you donât tell anyone.â
Easiest deal of his life.
Jake made sure you kept to your end of the deal, and maybe took some advantage of it.
The first incident occurred a few weeks after the agreement, when Jake had to cover for you upon missing Sunday service due to you being hungover.
âShe was up all night designing flyers for the coat drive next week,â Jake addressed your motherâs concerns, resting a comforting hand on her shoulder, âshe really wanted to come to todayâs service, but I told her she should get some rest.â
Your mother clutched her heart, staring up at Jake in complete awe, âYN? My YN?â
Jake nodded, a sheepish grin on his face as he responded, âThe one and only.â
Your mother was skeptical, tilting her head at her stepson with her brows furrowed, âJust doesnât sound like something she would do, unless there was something in it for her, of course. Youâre not covering for her, are you?â
Jake faked a laugh, âThe only thing YN is covered in is the blood of Jesus Christ.â
âŠAnd apparently Jakeâs cum only a few hours later.
ââŠNow, guess whoâs stuck designing flyers for the coat drive? Me!â
âI told you I would do it, you little brat,â your fist tightens around Jakeâs clothed cock and he groans, squeezing his eyes shut at the new, uncomfortable, yet pleasant sensation.
You were slightly off-put and a little humored when Jake showed up to your apartment requesting, âA handjob but I, like, keep my boxers on. Like, just do it through my clothes.â
âWouldnât you ratherâŠhave your boxers off?â
âAre you nuts? Iâm not letting you touch me,â heâd said, unbuttoning his dress pants as he lowered himself on your mattress.
You obliged his request, awkwardly rubbing him through his boxers, watching as his facial expressions changed so quickly and constantly. His brows would furrow then relax, lips would twitch before sinking his teeth in them, all while he tried his best not to finish embarrassingly quick.
Which didnât work.
Jake was already on the edge of cumming when you lowered your head down to his groin, placing a small peck against the head of his clothed cock, the material sticky and wet from his precum.
His body jolts at the touch, arching off the mattress with swears spewing from his lips as his orgasm washed over him. He shoves his boxers down in record time, grinning to himself when you groan in agony when his cum lands on your cheek.
Had you been literally anyone else, maybe Jake wouldâve felt bad that he came so quickly and didnât have the energy nor interest to give you anything in return; but he didnât. This was an agreement, and as long as the two of you held to both your ends of the deal, there was nothing to feel bad about. He didnât owe you anything else.
Surprisingly enough, the arrangements werenât happening as frequently as Jake hoped they would.
You immersed yourself into the church community, showing up to Sunday Worship and Bible Study as if it were a second nature. Jake should be proud, really, that youâre serious about being devoted; even if it was under the premise of obtaining your fatherâs inheritance, but heâs pissed.
He waited weeks for you to slip up, intentionally scheduling a Bible Study session or some church fundraiser at a time where he knows youâll be busy and have no choice to skip, but you show up.
To every fucking event. Until you donât.
Your younger cousin was getting baptized and you missed it, and if it werenât for Jake making up some lame excuse and covering for your ass, your mother wouldâve gone ballistic on you.
Jakeâs happy to cover for you, though, knowing heâd be getting something in return not too long afterwards.
After weeks of feigning, that simple slip up was how Jake found him back between your thighs, pumping his cock along the outline of your cunt through your thin panties.
âWhatever,â you sneer, propping yourself up on your elbows, âmarriage is the last thing on my mind right now.â
Jake rolls his eyes, pausing and grateful at the fact that he has a better of your tits. For some godforsaken reason, the air conditioner in your home is always on full blast, and despite assuring your guests that you donât feel that cold, your body certainly says otherwise; if the way your hardened nippled poke through your shirt is anything to go by.
He licks his lips, pumping his dick a little faster as he leans down and traces his tongue along your clothed nipple. Youâre saying something, maybe asking him what heâs doing or to keep going, but he canât hear you; having you like this is new territory for him, nothing else in the world mattered at this moment.
His saliva stains your t-shirt as he continues, moaning against your chest as he flicks his tongue against your bud. Jake lightly traps your nipple between his teeth, tugging on it just enough to sting before releasing it once again, lapping his tongue against it as if to apologize.
Your hand moves to his hair, giving it a tight grip as Jake moans before shoving your arm away entirely. âAre you insane?! Donât touch me!â
âBut-â
âWait.â
Fuck, that felt good. It wasnât much but it felt so fucking good.
He needed more of you, fuck all this waiting for marriage bullshit. He tried his best for as long as he could, and he doesnât want to fucking wait anymore.
âI wanna try something,â he mumbles, wasting no time in pushing your panties to the side. The sight of your glistening cunt is enough to make his mouth water, and Jake swears he can hear a choir of angels singing as he stares down at it in awe.
âJake, I thought-â
âFuck that,â Jake is quick to cut you off, already knowing what your next words were, âI donât wanna wait anymore; show me how.â
âHow to what?â
âThe one thing you know how to do.â
âOh, fuck you. Youâre such an asshole.â You say, but it doesnât stop you from maneuvering your right hand between your bodies and gripping the base of Jakeâs cock, encouraging him to scoot forward as you guide him directly to your hole.
You donât move him any further, making the choice of letting Jake decide whether heâs serious about this.
He is.
He presses the head of his cock further into you, squeezing his eyes shut as you wrap around him so snug and perfect. He stills his movements, head dropping to your shoulder with a groan.
Itâs already too much and heâs not even halfway in. It feels too good, so wet and warm and tight, better than he couldâve ever imagined.
âFuckâŠâ, he mumbles into your shoulder, taking note of how none of this barely had an effect on you.
âItâs okay,â you assure him in an oddly sweet tone, âtry moving.â
âI canât, think Iâm gonna come if I do.â
âYouâll be fine, just-â
Jake lets out a loud, frustrated groan as he raises his head away from your shoulder, âYou wouldnât fucking get it.â
Jake spent too many countless nights imagining this very scenario, and now that itâs finally happening he can barely even handle it. Everything feels too good and itâs all too much for him to bear.
He pulls his dick out of you entirely, giving himself a few hard pumps as his impending orgasm approaches. It looks almost painful, the way heâs gripping and pumping his cock, how red his tip is, youâre surprised a few tears donât slip from his eyes when he finally does finish, painting your thighs with his cum as his body trembles.
He rests a shaky hand on your knee, grip on his cock softening as he makes a mess across your panties, thick, white ropes of cum staining your underwear.
âFuck,â Jake mumbles to himself as he steadies his breathing. Heâs never came this hard before, to the point where he feels exhausted and genuinely empty.
âAre youâŠokay?â You ask, cringing at the sticky feeling between your thighs.
Jake nods slowly, sitting himself up as he tucks his now-softened cock back into his boxers, âLetâs, uh, get cleaned up so we can go.â
His head his spinning as he rises from your bed, a dizzy feeling coming over him as he stands. Fuck, maybe this is why he shouldâve waited for marriage.
âGo where?â
âBible study is starting soon,â he explains, âif we leave now we can stop by Taco Bell beforehand, I need a Baja Blast.â
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EEEEK your post prison fic for spencer is fREAking me out!!! could you maybe do one where spencer is now teasing the reader a bit? maybe he's giving her extra praise and she freaks (what would i do if he called me a good girl? đ©) (this is very indulgent to my praise kink i'm so so sorry đ§đ»ââïžââĄïž) tytyty!! i adore love and cherish you and your work đ
I Aim To Please - S.R
a/n: shewwwwww to be complimented by post prison spencer fucking reid. im drooling!!!! but anyway babes i adore & love YOU!!!! so thank u so so sooo much for requesting đđ
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pairings: spencer reid x shy!media-liaison!reader
warnings: spencer being hot, reader being shy girl, spencer being a little shit who loves to tease
wc: 1.5k
There were a few basic rules you had established from working at BAU. First, avoid Rossi at all costs until heâs had at least two cups of coffee. Second, never attempt to outwit Emily; sheâll see right through you and crush your argument every single time. And thirdâperhaps the most crucialâdo everything in your power to maintain your freaking composure around Dr. Reid.
That last one, however, was proving to be a monumental challenge. It wasnât just the way he spoke, his brain firing off at a speed only he could keep up with. It wasnât even the way he seemed oblivious to how endearing those very quirks were. No, it was the fact that the simple act of him breathing in your direction had you scrambling to hold yourself together. And honestly you were failing miserably.
Which is why you spent most of your time holed up in your office. It wasnât muchâjust a desk, a slightly uncomfortable chair, and a perpetually growing stack of case files that seemed determined to bury you. But it offered privacy, and that was enough. Here you could breathe, decompress, and occasionally allow yourself to daydream about a certain genius profiler without the risk of public humiliation.
The bullpen was proving to be too chaotic, too close to him. Your office gave you distance, a buffer. But, as you had come to learn, hiding only worked when he didnât decide to seek you out. And Spencer Reid had a knack for finding you when you least expected it.
"Hey."
You jumped slightly, nearly fumbling the stack of press notes youâd been carefully organizing.
Turning toward the door, you found Spencer leaning casually against the frame, a file tucked under one arm and a distracted sort of smile on his face. His tie was slightly loosened, his sleeves rolled up just enough to expose his forearms, andâjust like thatâyour brain completely short-circuited.
"Hi," you said, trying not to sound too startled. "Do you, um, need something?"
"Yeah." He further into the room, lifting the file in explanation. "I was looking at the local coverage of our case, and I noticed a couple discrepancies in the timeline published."
"Oh,â you said softly, quickly shuffling the press notes into a messy pile and pushing them to the side. "Well, um, sometimes reporters try to fill gaps when they don't the facts. It's... frustrating, but it happens."
You glanced up at him briefly, but that look of his made your cheeks warm. Your fingers twisted together in your lap as you tried to focus on anything other than how ridiculously self-conscious you suddenly felt.
"That makes sense. I figured you'd know."
Instead of lingering in the doorway or leaving like you assumed he would, Spencer, casually grabbed the chair across from your desk. He spun it around in one fluid motion and sat it backwards, draping his arms on the backrest with an ease that felt strangely familiarâlike you had been friends or colleagues for years instead of just a few months.
"I'll reach out to them about fixing the timeline," you said, your hand instinctively moving a stray strand of hair behind your ear. You clasped your hands together to still them, offering a small, nervous smile. "It shouldn't be too hard to correct."
"Thanks," he said. "That'll probably save from giving another long-winded lecture on factual reporting."
You gave a quiet laugh, grateful for the distraction from your tasks, though you werenât entirely sure how you felt about the company. Not that you didnât enjoy his companyâthere was plenty to enjoy, more than you cared to admit. If you could manage to function like a normal human being around him, you might even look forward to moments like this.
But then he tilted his head slightly, his eyes studying you as if he were unraveling some kind of puzzle and for one terrifying second, you were convinced he could hear every single thought racing through your mind.
"So," he began, "how are you liking it here so far? The job, I mean. Is it what you expected?"
You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden shift in conversation. "Oh, um... yeah. It's been great so far. Busy, but... I like it."
"That's good," he said, nodding. "I know itâs not exactly the most predictable job. Some people don't expect it to be so... chaotic."
"Well," you said, fidgeting slightly with your pen. "I knew what I was signing up for. Or, at least I thought I did. It's a lot, but it's rewarding."
"That's a good attitude to have," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Honestly, you're doing a great job. I don't know how you manage to keep everything straight."
Your heart leaped, thudding in your chest as warmth flooded your face. You werenât used to hearing compliments, especially from someone like him. You wanted to savor the moment, to bottle up the way his words made you feel, but your nerves refused to let you fully enjoy it.
"I'm just, um, organized I guess,â you stammered, your hand flying up to rub at the back of your neck.
"More than just organized," he replied easily, completely unaware of how his words were affecting you. "You've got half the team wrapped around your finger already. Even Rossi listen when you talk. That's impressive."
Your face burned. "I think that's more about respect for the job than me."
Spencer shrugged lightly, as he was watching you, like he didn't quite believe you. "Maybe. Or maybe you're just better at this than you give yourself credit for."
You let out a nervous chuckle, fingers twitching as you fiddled with the corner of the paper in front of you.
"I don't... I don't know about that."
He tilted his head, again, his brow quirking. "Do you know how to take a compliment?"
"Of course I do." You were sure your voice lacked the conviction needed.
He smirked, leaning forward over the chair. "Doesn't seem like it."
You opened your mouth to respond, but the words stuck in your throat, tangled in the frantic web that was your thoughts around this infuriating man.
"Well, uh, youâve only done it twice, so I donât think thatâs enough for you to judge."
His grin widened. "Oh? So youâre saying I should try again? For research purposes?"
Your eyes widened, and you blinked rapidly as if to process his words, your hands shooting up as if to physically block the implication. "Iâuhâno, that's not what I meant.â
"No, no," he said, sitting up straighter and waiving off your flustered attempt to deflect. "I aim to please. If more compliments are what youâre after, Iâve got plenty.â
"Please, no."
"You're incredibly efficient. Seriously, I think you've managed to anticipate what the team needs before we even know we need it. And your ability to keep your cool under pressure? That's impressive. I mean, do you even get stressed? Because if you do, you hide it really well."
"Dr. Reidâ," you squeaked, covering your face with your hands as if that could somehow shield you from the onslaught of praise.
"And," he continued, clearly now enjoying himself. "You're probably the most patient person, I've ever met. Which is something, considering you work with people who constantly interrupt and derail your perfectly planned press briefings."
Your stomach flipped, and you felt a flush of heat that had nothing to do with embarrassment pooling in your chest. As much as you wanted to sink to the floor, the way he looked at you sent every nerve in your body spiraling. Each word felt like it was tailored to you, peeling back the very thin veneer of control youâd desperately tried to maintain over the massive crush you found yourself drowning in.
Your head dropped to the desk with a soft thunk, muffling your groan. "Okay, okay, I get it."
He leaned forward just slightly, resting his chin on his arms atop the chair. "Now what do you say?"
"Thank you."
He smirked widened. "See? That wasn't so hard was it?"
Your cheeks burned even hotter, and you averted your eyes, trying to hide the nervous smile tugging at your lips. "You didn't have to go on and on..."
"Oh, but I did." He was still grinning. "You deserved it."
You risked a glance back at him, losing your cool by the second. That only made your face heat up more. "You're impossible."
"And yet, you haven't kicked me out of your office."
"That's only because I didnât think it would work."
"Well," he said, turning towards the door. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say you didn't mind the compliments."
You opened your mouth to protest but no words came out. Instead, you watched helplessly as he shot you one last smile before disappearing into the hallway.
When the door finally clicked shut behind him, you let out a shaky breath and drop your head back onto the desk.
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ROOM FOR YOU
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day 20 of melodies to memories â p.sh x f!r fluff healing 1OO3
itâd been a whole 3 years since youâd last seen him after you graduated from high school, and only now had you received word from the man himself that he was moving back.
hoon: âiâm coming back to town soon for college, should we meet up?âÂ
you stared at his text wondering how you should feel. the boy was your first friend, first crush, first everything except for anything relating to âboyfriendâ. you wondered maybe if youâd said something before he left if heâd had stayed
little did you know, sunghoon harbored the same exact thoughts and feelings. you were his everything except for his girlfriend and how he wished he could call you his after all the time youâd spent together growing up
good thing sunghoon was thinking the same exact thing after heâd sent the text, wondering if it was the right call to text you back all this time.
the east coast just wasnât made for him and heâd been wanting to go back ever since he got there.
heâd been meeting to call, ask many times âhowâs it like back at home?â or even ask about the lake youâd spent many summers in, dunking each other in, then basking in the fleeting daylight as you dried off.Â
youâd meant to move on, appear strong and say that you were doing better now, and it was for the best, but seeing that textâŠyou werenât so sure.Â
you knew thereâd always be room for park sunghoon inside of your heart whether you liked it or not.Â
y/n: would you have time to call sometime as well?
your fingers hovered over your phone as you hit send, heart pounding like youâd just run a marathon. it wasnât like you to feel so nervous about a simple text, but with sunghoon, nothing was ever simple.
the three dots appeared almost immediately, and you couldnât decide whether that was a good or bad sign.
as if almost immediately, your message was read and he was calling. it was about time you suppose.
âhey,â
âitâs about time you rang,â you force out a small laugh. at least you wanted to think it was forced, that he didnât have you waiting endlessly on the call you asked him to give when he had landed at the other end of the country.
âyou mustâve gotten up early, here itâs almost 10:30,â he continues on after a moment of silence either of you arenât sure youâre comfortable with.
âyeah a bit, didnât mean to wake up, so iâll probably go back to sleep after this call,â you smile appreciating the concern.
âguess i got lucky then,â you hear him smile on the end. god, how you hated that you could predict his facial features just through his voice.
âso,â you started, breaking the silence that threatened to grow too heavy, âwhatâs bringing you back? homesick?â
âmissed the west coast, missed home too much here,â you hear him laugh on the other end. itâs a laugh of carefulness and uncertainty.
you hum, acknowledging his statement, somewhere deep down hoping heâd say he missed you too.
âmissed you,â you blurt out speaking your mind before he could start a new statement.
âi missed you too, not just as a friend, but as an everything,âÂ
his words hung in the air, thick with meaning. you froze, your breath catching in your throat as you processed what heâd just said.
"an everything?" you repeated, your voice barely above a whisper.
âyeah,â sunghoon admitted, his tone softer now. âi know itâs probably not fair to say this after all this time, but i couldnât leave it unsaid anymore. i thought maybe if I told you now, weâd have a chance to⊠i donât know, figure things out when i got back?â
âsunghoonâŠâ you started, your voice wavering. âyou canât just say things like that out of nowhere.â
âi know,â he sighed. âi know itâs a lot, but Iâve been holding it in for three years. i canât keep pretending i donât feel this way about you.â
âyouâre not special you know that right? youâre not the only one who hasnât moved on, so fuck you too park sunghoon,â you laughed in a lighter tone.Â
if sunghoon could explain that feeling, itâd felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off his shoulders and he could never explain how the tightness in his chest dissipated by your words and tone alone.
âwould it be better to talk about this, like when i come back?â he asked unsure if this was the best resolution to a phonecall where he practically said everything heâd been wanting to say for the longest time ever.
âmaybe it would,â you replied, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the whirlwind of emotions brewing inside you. âbut for the record, hoon, you donât get to come back into my life and drop a bomb like that without dealing with the fallout.â
hoon. heâd love to live everyday with you calling him that again, bad or good day.
âi deserve that,â he admitted with a soft chuckle. âi just couldnât wait any longer. i had to tell you.â
âthree years, though,â you said, your voice teasing yet soft. âwho moves to the other side of the country, never contacts their best friend, then decides to come back and let everything out after 3 years? are you crazy?â
âevery single day,â he confessed. âmoving away didnât change how I felt. If anything, it made it worse.â
for the first time in years, you felt the faintest glimmer of hope for what could be. âthen i guess iâll see you soon, park sunghoon.â
âsoon,â he echoed, and the word felt like a promise.
as the call ended, you sat there in the quiet of your room, your thoughts racing but your heart feeling lighter than it had in a long time. three years was a long time to hold onto feelings like these, but maybeâjust maybeâit was worth the wait.
âââ âĄ
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A Love that Burns
Marcus Acacius x f!reader
A/n: You donât understand the chokehold this man has on me ughhhhh. Anyway I hope you guys enjoy, I wrote this very fast!
Pairing: Marcus Acacius x wife character (I usually do x reader but I really like the name Aurelia so I used that!)
Warnings: fluff, angst, arranged marriage, Curse words, mention of fire, minor injuries, burns. A bit of suicidal ideation. Allusion to smut hehe. 18+ to be safe please. No minors!!
Summary: General Marcus Acaciusâs new bride is troublesome, he doesnât seem to mind though. After an incident occurs she pulls away from him and he canât figure out why.
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âHeâs going to be furiousâŠâ
âSuch a shameâŠdo you think heâll throw her out?â
âHe might⊠we always knew she was trouble but this time sheâs gone too farâŠâ
âPoor dear, I doubt even her father will take her backâŠâ
The roaring flames had long since died down, leaving now only crackling embers and dark clouds of smoke. How much time had passed you didnât know. You hadnât moved from the ground, knees planted on the hard stone, eyes glued to the scene before you.
What was once a grand structure, beautifully carved and molded for someone equally as impressive was now nothing more than a pile on the ground and it was completely your fault.
How had wanting to get a book out of your husbandâs study and lighting a candle to see had gone so wrong?
You shouldâve listened to your conscious, it told you that you shouldnât go into your husbands private building but you knew he had an extensive selection and while you were newly married, barely even a few months he was your husband and you didnât really think he would mind.
In the short time you were married the general had been accommodating and civil, more than civil actually, he had been doing his best to make you feel comfortable. That being said you did barely see him at times due to his duties and when you did it seemed all you did was cause him trouble.
Like that time you accidentally visited the animals one early morning when you were bored and didnât shut the door behind you. Acacius had been abruptly woken up by the clucking of chickens ascending the staircase and running around the halls like it was a party. You had been redder than a pomegranate when you realized your mistake.
Or that time you lost your wedding necklace and spent hours wading in the lake where the laundry was washed thinking it fell there. Youâd never forget the feeling when Acacius strode through the gates in tow with fellow commanders for a meeting but everyone froze seeing the comical sight of you, a highborn lady dress pulled up and soaking wet. That time made you want to drown yourself right then and there.
Oh and how could you forget the time you wanted to show your appreciation by baking his favorite dessert according to the maids and thought adding some cinnamon youâd bought in town was a good idea. Not even bothering to wonder why the kitchens didnât have cinnamon in the first place⊠turns out the reason was a good one, the general had an allergy.
This time it was his face that was redder than yours⊠you didnât face him for days after that..
There were so many moments like that but somehow each time he didnât get angry like you expected. He didnât yell or scold you.
When you bit your fingers nervously watching the servants try to catch the chickens he slowly walked out, surveyed the scene in what you could guess was mild disbelief and perhaps a bit of amusement, looked at you then turned back to go back to sleep.
When you were soaked in the lake he quickly regained the menâs attention, led them inside then a few minutes later reappeared with some haste. You didnât get a chance to protest when he stepped in and pulled you out by your arm. Still he didnât yell, he did start to scold a bit though because you were shivering, but when you suddenly yelped and squirmed reaching in your dress and pulled revealing a flopping fish with your necklace around it he lost all his words. You celebrated while he just started in disbelief.
And when you literally poisoned him you sobbed beside him as the healer frantically gave him several mixtures and an injection of some sort. You apologized over and over like a parrot. When he could finally breathe again, he closed his eyes exhausted but said, âDonât cry, it tasted great..â
All those times he was so kind, unlike any other man youâd met before. To think you had been so afraid of the arranged marriage and now all you could think was how he deserved someone so much better.
He was older and saw you as a child you were sure of it. You wished you could act like the other wives, but you just couldnât.
Your eyes glazed watched the flickers before you as if in a trance.
Youâd burned his favorite place in the villa. A building constructed years ago that served as his study, his place of comfort, his safe space. Heâd showed it to you when you first got married. Youâd been amazed at how beautiful it was on the inside.
You could see on his face how this place made him relaxed compared to the rest of the villa.
And now it was gone..
The whispers of the servants were muffled around you but you caught them all the same.
You couldnât find the strength to move, maybe you should have at least moved back, away from the falling ash and debris but you couldnât.
You ruined everything, just like alwaysâŠ
There was some more muffling amongst the crackling, some sounds you didnât register, couldnât register⊠then a sharp yell. A tone you didnât recognize.
âWhy is she-!â
There was pressure on your shoulders but still you couldnât look away.
All gone⊠all your faultâŠ
You think you heard something loud but couldnât understand it.
The pressure increased⊠so did the shouting but still you couldnât look away.
It wasnât until you saw the burnt pile get smaller that you realized you were being pulled- no carried away.
You felt so disoriented, everything in your vision jerking and you realized whoever was moving you was running.
The scene was still in view but further away, your eyes not daring to look away. You did however register that you abruptly stopped moving and were sat on something upright. The pressure returned to your head then arms then body.
Yelling, someone was yelling in your ear but it wasnât until the pressure reached your face and you were forced to look away from the scene.
Eyes, wide and frantic, searched yours. Lips opened and shouted something you still could not understand. But the face you knew all too well. The one you wronged, the one you did a horrible misdeed to. Acacius.
You inhaled loudly, more of a gasp then coughed. Suddenly you felt everything crash into you at once, from when you were numb a moment ago now you burned in pain, lungs on fire, skin itchy and stinging, eyes feeling like the sun itself were upon them. You coughed and sputtered uncontrollably, breathing a foreign concept to you.
His strong hands at your back and arm. Almost cradling you was a strong contrast to his shouts that you could now hear louder than ever.
âBreathe, easy, easy- Dammit why did no one move her! Call the healer now!â He barked behind him.
Angry he was angry. Of course he was, even gentle and kind men like him had limits, limits that youâd crossed by battlefields.
Hot tears came, still you coughed, you wondered how long you could continue like that before losing consciousness, there were already spots in your vision. The sobbing now made it worse.
âShh shh breathe itâs alright, just breathe for me wife, all is well, shh look Iâm here, youâre safeâ he pulled you into his lap holding you firmly in the hopes youâd calm down. He kept whispering to you, pleading and eventually the coughing stopped. You wondered how much more smoke it wouldâve taken to kill youâŠ
âThatâs it, youâre safe, shh just breathe, Iâm hereâ more tears emerged as you registered his words for the first time. How horrible you felt to have this angel of a man cradling you and comforting you when you just burned down his sanctuary.
It would have been easier on your heart had he yelled and thrown you aside.
âThe healer is here!â Someone called out, your eyes were closed on his chest but you heard everything around you.
Swiftly you were lifted in his arms and carried to his chambers. The healer immediately got to work peeling back the fabric you only now noticed was dark as ash and singed in many places. Acacius stood behind her as close as he could without getting in her way. You watched as his eyes scanned your form, concern etched as he took in all the burns and scrapes. Your heart couldnât handle it, he deserved a woman 100times better than you. You shut your eyes of the heartache ignoring the healer telling you to stay awake, moments later you were unconscious.
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Stinging pain roused you, you wanted to cry out because your body was screaming at you. You were alone in the room, but by the moonlight shining through and how exausted you felt you didnât think you had been unconscious long. Fresh tears escaped and you didnât bother to wipe them.
You sat up in raw agony realizing just how many injures you sustained. Your skin was covered in loose bandages and shiny from salve. Sitting so close at the time you didnât feel anything but clearly you were affected.
Shouting from below had your head whipping to the window.
With great effort and pain you stood on shaky legs and approached the opening peeking your head outside, you squinted and saw figured in the yard.
You choked out a sob when you realized what was happening. Acacius was yelling⊠yelling at the servants and guards for not moving you. Yes they put out most of the fire but didnât bother with you. You hardly blamed them, you were a burden, an embarrassment of a lady to the great house hold. Perhaps they wanted you to die, actually it would have been easier if you did.
You couldnât bare to listen to it anymore, guilt eating you alive. For some reason you had to see it again. To confirm what you had doneâŠ
You ignored all the pain and like a ghost descended the staircase.
When you reached the bottom you sucked in a breathe before walking forward where the smell of smoke was still heavy and thick.
And there it was, like a brand on your heart the scene of your crime. There were no more embers, just wood and ash. You walked closer until you stepped on something.
You moved your sandal revealing a silver medal covered in soot. You remembered how proudly it hung on one of the walls. And now it was beneath rubble and dirt.
Two hands found your mouth as you let out a cry.
âHeavens What have I done?â The strangled voice sounded stranger to you.
âWhat have I done, what have I doneâ you whispered achingly.
âAurelia!â
You choked again hearing his voice, you couldnât bring your self to look just yet.
âAurelia what are you doing!? Why are you up!?â He rounded you hands finding your shoulders.
Acacius waited for your answer but you had none, only fresh tears. He barely hesitated before reaching down and scooping you up.
âI can walk-â you tried to say but it was unintelligible through your tears, you didnât want to burden this man ever again, not for anything.
He glanced at you for a moment but continued his quick pace to the bedroom. He laid you gently on the bed, his concern growing at the endless tears.
âAre you in pain? Let me call the healer back-â he was already halfway out again.
âNo-! no Iâm fine Iâm fine donât call Iâm fine!â You cried out but tried to collect yourself to not worry him more. The truth is your body was on fire but you would never burden this man again.
He hesitated but listened and approached you again, âThen what is it? Are you afraid? Everythingâs alright now, your safeâ.
You bit your lip to keep in the cry. How could he be so kind?
âAurelia? Tell me please, what is it?â He kneeled beside you a helpless expression on his face.
âI-I Iâm so- im so sorry, Iâm sorry- I donât know how- I was in there for a b-book and lit some candles I donât even know how it h-happened I-I-â
Your breathing was becoming erratic again but once you started apologizing you couldnât stop
âIâm so s-sorry Acacius Iâm so sorryâ you buried your face in your hands.
âAurelia shh itâs alright, donât cry, itâs nothing that canât be replaced, donât apologize, you need to breathe alright?â
You barely heard him, but you needed him to know how sorry you were, even if you didnât deserve forgiveness.
âIâm so sorry, Iâm sorryâ you continued.
âAurelia-â
âIâm s-sorryâ
âAurelia stop youâll hurt yourself more!â He kneeled on the bed pulling you closer to him, worried that if you didnât calm down you would go into another coughing fit.
âShh itâs alright, Iâm not angry, all that matters is youâre safe. Please calm down, can you breathe slowly for me? Look, follow my breatheâŠâ
âThatâs it, breathe in and out just like that, good girlâŠâ he held you close and you felt your eyes begin to droop, exhaustion taking its toll. He sighed when your last words were a whispered apology.
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The next day you were miserable, the burns although mostly shallow still caused great pain. Mentally you were a wreck, replaying the events over and over.
The healer told you you needed to rest for several days so thatâs what Acacius made sure you did. He visited often but you couldnât bring yourself to speak hardly a thing out of shame. Most times you just pretended you were asleep.
A week passed and you were allowed to get up as normal just to take it easy. Acacius had gone out for some business luckily because you didnât think you had the strength to face him.
As you descended the stairs you tried to ignore the whispers of the servants. They all thought the same thing you were repeating in your mind.
Burden
Shameful
Useless
You sighed shakily nearing the now cleaned land where the structure once stood. His kindness made you feel horrible. You wish he would yell and scream at you, for you deserved all the bad words
You spent the day aimlessly wandering and thinking until you tired yourself out and retired to your chambers.
A jar of salve was left by your bed from the healer for the pain but you didnât open it. You deserved every single sting and ache.
The next day you hardly felt like getting up so you didnât. Food was brought, you didnât bother eating it, instead you gave it to the birds outside the window.
In your solitude you came to a resolve. You would resist every urge, every inkling of your old reckless self. Acacius deserved someone who was 100 times the woman you were but since you were bound all you could do was at least not give him any more trouble. Another week passed, Acacius had been gone for some military business and it was easier that way.
It had been a whole nother week when Acacius finally arrived back to the villa. He dismounted his horse with a sigh. He did not want to be gone so long but he could hardly deny the emperors requests.
Tiredly he walked through the gates, scanning for signs of you. It was unusual to not see you flitting about.
A servant approached and helped him remove his cape.
âThe Lady, how is she?â
The servant frowned a bit, âMy Lady has been⊠resting these past weeks. Weâve not seen much of her.â
He frowned at that. Her wounds were not so terrible to have her bedridden so long. So what was wrong with his wife?
He nodded to the servant and made way directly to her chambers.
He knocked on the door listening for her voice.
âCome inâ you called expecting a servant with food.
You were sat on the bench by the window staring out.
âMy Lady..â he said almost hesitant.
Your head whipped to the side, eyes widened seeing your husband.
âA-Acacius⊠I didnât know you were backâŠâ
He walked inside and shut the door behind him.
âAre you well? The servants tell me you havenât left the room much..â he stepped closer taking you in. Your sunken face, the way your eyes werenât lit up with that sparkle he loved.
âIâm alright, thank you..â he frowned, not quite satisfied with the answer.
âYour wounds are healed?â
You nodded quickly.
He nodded then cleared his throat in the awkward silence that followed, âThen why havenât you been out?â
You thought of what to say for a moment, âI⊠no reason, just resting I supposeâ
Another answer that didnât satisfy him but he decided not to pry. If you didnât want to speak he wouldnât make you uncomfortable.
âWell Iâll be in my chambers should you need anythingâŠâ
âThank you..â and with that he left shutting the door behind him. You bit your lip forcing the tears not to come. How dare you cry when heâs the one who should be upset. Get it together.
Several more days pass and Acacius was growing frustrated. You barely left the room, choosing to take your meals inside even when he was home. He only caught glimpses of you here or there on the occasional walk around the garden but even that was becoming rare. Where was his wife who was always flitting around singing something off tune or getting into trouble. He recalled the time he awoke to clucking outside his door, and the time he found you skirts tied comically splashing in the lake, then of course when you so happily baked for him flour marks on your face. He smiled fondly at the memories, then frowned.
Why had you suddenly changed so much? Had he done something? He knew the fire shook you up but perhaps he said something unintentional? Did you overhear him yelling at the staff and resented him for it? He was going mad.
It took another few days before his patience finally ran out and he all but burst into your room.
âA-Acacius?! What-â you startled dropping the book in your hands.
âTell me what it isâ he demanded a bit out of breathe.
âW-what?â
âTell me whatâs wrong or what Iâve done to upset you into seclusionâ
âAcacius youâve done nothing wrong I swearâŠâ
âThen what is it? Why have you been avoiding me? What has upset you so much that youâve locked yourself away?â
You didnât expect this, so you really didnât know what to say.
âI⊠I think itâs better this wayâŠâ
His eyebrows furrowed a bit trying to make sense of what you just said. âI donât understand, whatâs better?â
You fiddled with your hands and had a hard time making eye contact so you chose a lovely spot on the floor instead.
âItâs better that I donâtâŠ. cause problems..â heavens was that a lot harder to say out loud than you thought.
This definitely took him aback.
âWhat?â
Oh no was he upset now? He surely looked it.. maybe you should have explained better.
âI-I mean⊠Iâm always causing you trouble and getting into situations that I shouldnât⊠I figured it would be better if I spent more time hereâŠ.â
He was quiet for a while, his face undeniably confused and upset.
âAnd you decided this all on your own?â He said in a tone that you were a bit nervous about. Calm but hidden anger.
âI-I⊠yes..â
âSo your plan is to live out the rest of your days between these four walls?â He couldnât hold back a scoff. His annoyance seeping through his usually calm demeanor with you.
ââŠ.Itâs better-â
He clicked his tongue in annoyance âBetter? Better for who exactly?â
âAcacius all I do is cause you trouble! Iâve been embarrassing you since we wed, the entire household thinks Iâm a burden and theyâre right, I cannot-I will not burden you anymore especially after-âŠâ you couldnât bring yourself to mention the fire. With a shakey breath you gathered yourself and continued.
âI just donât want to upset you anymoreâŠâ you confessed.
The silence was deafening, your heart squeezing so much you were afraid it was going to burst.
âYou know out of everything thatâs happened between us I think this is the only time Iâve been truly upset.â
You eyed him swallowing dryly taking in his clenched jaw and crossed arms.
âAcaciusâŠâ
âYou donât get to decide this all on your own, and you especially donât get to decide how I feel.â
ââŠâ
âHave I ever been cross with you? Made you feel as if youâve shamed me?â
âWell no but-â
âThen why?â In two strides he was upon you looking down.
âWhy did you suddenly decide that I would like it more if you hid yourself away?â
âBecause if Iâm here not causing you problems then wouldnât it be easier for youâŠ?â You wrung your hands together, anxiety heightening with every moment.
âFuck thatâ
You jumped a bit startled that those words came out of his mouth.
âW-what?â
âCause me problemsâ
âAcacius-â
âBreak things, scream shout, bring the whole villa down if you wish it but you will not lock yourself up like a prisoner. Youâre my wife, Iâd like to actually have you around.â
âYou⊠youâre just saying that because youâre too kind Acacius⊠but my heart canât take it anymore. I did something so awful and I know you must be upsetâŠâ
âIs this about the fire then?â
ââŠâ
âThings can be replaced, nothing that burned cannot be bought again or rebuilt.â
âB-but you loved that place. It was your sanctuaryâ
âI did love it, but itâs gone now and I hardly think about it, itâll be rebuilt soon enough not that it really matters. What matters is that youâre safe and sound.â
âHow can you be so kind? So patient so-so perfectâ he scoffed at the last one in mild amusement.
âAcacius itâs true! Iâve never met someone so gentle and sweetâ
âGentle and sweet..Iâll be sure to add that to my title right after general or Romeâ
âYou joke but itâs the truthâŠâ you look down at your sandals.
He sighed before lifting your chin up with his warm fingers then caressing your face, wiping away your tears with his thumb.
âTell me something wife, have you seen me act that way with anyone else?â
âWellâŠâ you thought about it. He was civil with everyone.. stern a lot, with servants and his men and well everyone elseâŠ
âAnd why do you think that is hm?â
âWell⊠I assume itâs because you see me more as a childâŠâ
âA child.â He repeated.
You nodded.
âAurelia you are never allowed to assume anything ever againâ
âWhat?â
âYou truly think thatâs how I see you? That I treat you kindly because I pity you?â
âWellâŠthen why?â You asked genuinely confused.
âWhy treat my wife with care? Why worry for her? Why speak gentle words? Why shower her with gifts? Tell me Aurelia why does a man do those things for a woman?â
âI⊠I assumed-um well I believed that you were just..â
âJust what? Doing that out of duty? Is it so impossible to imagine that I love my wife and want her to be happy?â
ââŠ.â Your eyes widened larger than the sun. You hardly believed the words. So you asked him in a whisper.
âW-what did you s-say?â
Instead of answering he leaned forward closing the distance with a soft kiss.
âDoes that answer your question?â He breathed in the few inches between your lips.
You shook your head no and leaned in. You felt the smirk against his lips. After several moments you pulled back to regard him.
âI never imagined youâd feel the same wayâŠI still donât think I believe itâŠâ
âLike I said, youâre forbidden to assume things from now on wifeâ
âI⊠Iâm sorryâŠâ his hands settled at your waist, his smell flooding your senses.
âMake it up to meâŠâ
You felt the heat rise in your cheeks but didnât want to disappoint. You wrapped your arms around him pulling him into a deeper kiss full of emotion.
âNever allow such thoughts in your mind again, and youâre wrong, youâre not a burden. Yes Iâll admit you have a habit of getting into unique situations but I donât mind, in fact I look forward to what surprises await me each day.â
âDo you really mean it? Even if I do awful thingsâŠ? â
âYes I mean it.. although I will draw the line at one thing, never do anything to put yourself in danger. When I saw you by the flames I-â he paused sucking in a breathe.
And that moment you heart finally caught up with your head because no man could fake the emotions on his face like that.
You hugged him whispering an apology into his shoulder.
âYouâve apologized enough for a lifetime, come, dine with me, youâve lost weightâŠâ you nod letting him pull you by the hand out the door.
You heard some voices and frowned, anxiety creeping up again.
Ever the perfect man he caught on immediately.
âWhat is it?â
âThe servants⊠itâs been hard to be around them⊠you might accept me for who I am but they havenâtâŠâ
âI wouldnât worry about itâ
You cocked your head a bit at his amused tone, âwhy?â
âBecause I fired them allâ.
âAcacius!â
âDonât protest, itâs done. I blame myself for not realizing what heartless people resided in my home. Besides I think youâll like the new staff a lot better..â
You descended the staircase still confused why he seemed so smug until you heard voices you hadnât heard in months.
âMy Lady!â
âMy Lady weâre here!â
âOh how weâve missed you!â
You couldnât contain the loud gasp when your eyes landed on the familiar faces below. The staff that practically raised you was beaming up at you with joy.
âOh my- Marika! Cicero! Diana! Felix! Ahh youâre all here!â You practically jumped from the staircase onto the group of your favorite people in the world.
Acacius couldnât help but chuckle as the group enveloped you pulling you in, hugging and kissing you. Hardly the kind of servants he was used to but now he understood why you were so saddened to leave them behind. After your embraces you pulled back.
âWhat are you doing here? Is Father here?â
âYou mean you donât know?â The words would have worried you had everyone not been smiling ear to ear.
âKnow what?â The general has employed us all here.
âW-what?!â You snapped your head to your grinning husband.
âB-but how did you- father mustâve been- h-how!?â
He laughed and descended the last couple steps, âI can be very persuasive if I need to be dear wife.â
âOh- oh I donât believe this!â you couldnât contain your joy and parted from the group to jump on your husband who stumbled a bit but caught you of course. You kissed him then and there not caring who was watching- well in fact you didnât care because everyone in the room were people you loved and felt safe with.
He was a bit surprised but when you pulled back his face was quickly morphed into fondness and satisfaction that the gleam in your eye was back.
âThere she is..â you sighed happily hugging him once more then ran back to the awaiting group.
Well actually you made it halfway before pausing, turning around with an unsure look, and walking slowly back to him.
He tilted his head curious, âAcacius⊠will you⊠will you allow me to properly thank you⊠tonight? If thatâs- if thatâs something youâd like⊠or-â your face that lovely shade of red heâd come to admire.
âSomething Iâd like?â He scoffed and for a moment you were afraid until you saw the expression in his eyes.
âWell I didnât want to assume⊠youâve forbidden it remember.â He smirked leaning down by your ear so only you could hear him.
âListen well wife. This is the only exception you may always assume...â You shivered feeling his breathe caress your ear.
Gentle and sweet and now you had a new word to add, although you couldnât quite find the right one just yet. But oh were you ever so eager to find outâŠ
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Is it getting hot in here guys?? No? Just me? Anywayyyy hope you enjoyed. I threw this up in one sitting so forgive all the mistakes. I finally saw the movie and wow, who knew they could fit so many hot men on one screen.
Also can anyone think of a better title lolđ
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boyfriends besfriend!eunseok x reader | 5.8k words
uhmâŠa little something iâm working on. i donât condone cheating in any circumstance UNLESS youâre getting your lick back but most of the times I DONâT CONDONE IT. Also, nothing in this fic reflects either eunseok or sungchan's personalities. all fiction and all fun heh.
contains: cheating on your boyfriend with his bestfriend, sungchan and eunseok are bestfriends they swear, sungchan is a bad boyfriend and arguably a worse friend, eunseok is no better.
Eunseok knew you first. He made sure to stress that. He specified that he knew you long before Sungchan entered the picture.Â
You were the barista who worked every weekday, standing behind the espresso machine that made Eunseok cortado and rung up the bottled of pressed orange juice that he nursed every morning.
With his computer in the corner closest to the outlets Eunseok knew you first. He talked to you first, he built a rapport with you and got close to you first. He knew about how being a barista was your part time job until you found a something related to what you studied in college, that you lived in the apartment complex ridiculously close to where he lived.Â
Eunseok blamed the closeness of the cafe to his apartment for the reason you and Sungchan met. He didnât say it was fate that you were at the cafe on a Saturday, but instead that it was by terrible design of your work schedule and coincidence that Sungchan wanted to tag along so badly. Eunseok said his roommate was awful for wanting to know how he spent his early mornings. Eunseok described it as keeping his lives separate, his safe haven away from his regular life. The balance was disrupted when he came in with Sungchan in tow and saw you perk up behind the counter to greet him. The slowness of the cafe early in the morning allowed you to ask about Sungchan, and his tendency to swoop in and steal things he knew Eunseok wanted made him talk your ear off for hours.Â
Eunseok didnât blame you nearly as much as he blamed himself. He didnât expect you to know that he mostly started coming to the cafe to see you and steal bits of conversation throughout the morning. He didnât expect you to pay attention to the way he paid attention to you. But that was his method of courting. Months of hopeless pining, and then one day when he could finally get the courage, heâd ask for your number. He swore he was going to do it soon, written on the back of a receipt heâd give to you before leaving the cafe swiftly. Then he would wait for a text back, or find a different cafe entirely if you messaged him that you weren't interested. Eunseok had a plan, an inkling of one, but a plan nonetheless.Â
The plan was ruined when Sungchan leaned in close to him and asked your name. A simple question, but he knew the infliction of his bestfriendâs voice all the same. He had an interest in you, and Sungchan had a different way of courting. One that didnât include months of reconnaissance but instead one that manifested to him getting your number before they even left the cafe. Eunseok watched it with his own two eyes. He was looking past his laptop screen in the corner of the cafe locked in on you and Sungchan. Leaning across the bar towards you and telling you his latte was well made.Â
(Even though he told Eunseok that there was too much milk and the shots were burned. He also said that the pastry was dry, and that the music from the playlist you made was too boring. He also said that there was a better cafe ten minutes away, and Eunseok was wasting his time and money coming to this one.)
Sungchan smiled at you and you ducked your head as you smiled back. Eunseok watched with his own two eyes how you fell head over heels infatuation with Sungchan just from a single compliment. Something Eunseok had been working at for weeks, Sungchan did it in a span of ten minutes right before the morning rush started. He timed it perfectly. Right as customers started coming in he put his phone on the counter, asking you something Eunseok couldnât hear. Then he saw you steal the fastest glance towards him before you wiped your hands off on your apron and reached for Sungchanâs phone.Â
Eunseok also made sure to mention that you two had more in common than you and Sungchan ever did. You were both quiet, something Sungchan bothered Eunseok about but loved on you. He would always brag to Eunseok about how quiet you were, how you were so shy anything he did made you look down and smile sweetly. You both had nonconventional interests, ones that Sungchan mocked Eunseok for, so much to the point that you silently let your interests go. The first time you ever came over you looked at Eunseokâs manga collection. Eunseok didnât miss the way your eyes lit up in familiarity before Sungchan remarked that his roommate was a weeb. Eunseok watched you let go of the manga before you nodded your head and smiled at your boyfriendâs joke. He even brought up the time that Sungchan said jokingly you two would make a good couple. Eunseok counted his lucky stars that his skin was already red from the liquor, and not from the shame of knowing you two would be a better couple.
Sungchan knew it too, Eunseok knew he had to. Sungchan unfortunately knew what Eunseok liked after years of knowing him and living in close quarters practically their entire adult lives. He saw the meek girls his roommate would bring around on the rare occasion. Shy just like him, they gushed over his manga collection and had quiet conversations about their interests. A majority of them were a spitting image of you.Â
Sungchan had to have known that he was trying to do things right with you, and thatâs why Eunseok tried to keep you two far apart. Long before their stark personality difference became a point of contention, Sungchan always had the habit of taking things Eunseok wanted. The toys in the sandbox. The valedictorian spot. The last pan fried dumpling. The bigger room in their shared apartment.Â
Eunseok had his fair share of taking the things Sungchan wanted, but he made sure to omit that. He also made sure to omit the fact that he never explicitly said he wanted the aforementioned things. Sungchan often cautioned his friend on being so easygoing, that it opened the opportunity for people to take advantage of him. Sungchan prided himself on being attentive, but he could only do so much. How was he supposed to know not to take if Eunseok said nothing about it? Of course he noticed the touching and the stolen glances and Eunseokâs kicked puppy expression, but he is only human. You didnât stop him from getting your number and Eunseok didnât do anything about it either.
Sungchan knew that Eunseok was meek. He knew his bestfriend had the tendency to let Sungchan walk over him in the name of diplomacy. But Sungchan wouldâve never thought itâd all culminate into what happened apparently a week ago from last night.
You and Sungchan were really happy together at first. Everyone knew it. Opposites attract, he got you out of your shell and you showed him new things. In the beginning, when you two were finding out about eachother, each day was something new. Your giggles filtered through the walls and boomed in the quietest of places. You two went outside dressed the same, hand in hand trying new places together. Eunseok even mentioned in the beginning that you two seemed to make a good couple. He was looking at his game when he said it and it was a quick comment thrown over his shoulder, but it was validation nonetheless.
You two were good for eachother.Â
Were.
Towards the three month mark there was a bump in the road. Sungchan told Eunseok in confidence that there was hesitancy in your side. The cocked eyebrow in Eunseokâs expression shouldâve told Sungchan to stop talking. But he kept going, laying into his grievances of you and your relationship. You were too quiet, too shy. You didnât like going out, but you were always breathing down Sungchanâs neck when he would enjoy his nights. Sungchan could admit he was being a little dramatic, but when you are drunk two texts seems like your phone is being blown up.Â
He chalked it up to you two not being matched well. Eunseok chalked it up to that too then. His friend asked him carefully after a beat of silence if Sungchan was going to break up with you. He couldnât describe the emotion then, but now Sungchan would define it as indignation that bubbled in his chest when he shook his head quickly and said no.Â
Towards the four month mark, you and Eunseok started to get close. Sungchan believed then that it was another one of your small acts of defiance. When you really broke out of your shell and started bringing up your grievances, he was quick to find an excuse. Those girls that hung around Sungchan were just a part of his much larger friend group, and it wasnât fair to take Sungchan away from his friends. Even if they had the habit of hanging off of him and calling him their boyfriend when drunk, they were just friends. You were reading too much into it, and you decided to test if you were overthinking things when you got a friend of your own. But it wasnât your coworkers, wasnât the strangers you met throughout your day. You didnât look far to find Eunseok, and it wasnât long before you were leaving to hang off of his arm when Sungchan was busy.
In the beginning, it was innocent. Atleast Sungchan can have peace of mind that in the beginning when you would take Eunseok to things he didnât want to go to it was for companionship. Even though you had girl friends that were interested in those things, but Sungchan digressed. He didnât want to have another fight and be forced to confront the fact that the girls he hung around wanted more than to just be his friend, and that he shamelessly entertained it when he was feeling like it. In the beginning, Eunseok was just your friend and a pawn in your game of chicken. Who would be the first to set the boundary, who would be the first to admit they were in the wrong? Sungchan knew then it wasnât him, and he still had trouble admitting it now. Even if he was allegedly the one who pushed you right into Eunseokâs arms.
Eunseok didnât spare the details after the warning. Sungchan couldnât help but lean in even closer. He ignored the pain in his back as he focused.
The first instance of there being something more was when Sungchan chose his friends over you. The situation was so minor, something as simple as getting lunch with them over going to the store with you. Eunseok was with you during your errands, insisting on paying for your food and meandering through the aisles of a store with you. When you guys were in the game section you grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the games you wanted to look at. Something that was so simple turned into something that had you two ducking your heads and never bringing it up again.
Until it happened again. The guilt was something you only seemed to bare until Sungchan chose someone over you again. This time it was at one of the few parties Sungchan was able to bring you to. He noticed that you were more than willing to go after Eunseok asked if he could tag along. Sungchan shouldâve picked up on the signs, how you two had stopped talking for a few days after the lunch he didnât ask you about. But you visibly perked up, asking Sungchan which outfit you should wear while Eunseok bit his tongue to hold back a suggestion.
Sungchan didnât even know about the second time. He was admittedly too involved in a game of beer pong and brushing you off the whole night to know what you were doing. He was certain you had found a lawn chair in the backyard and stayed there, looking at your phone and sipping on a beer. He knew now that you were sitting there, waiting for your boyfriend to be done before the knight in shining armor came in. He crouched beside you in the lawn, the same beer in his hand as he offered you the bottled water that was in the other. You looked to Sungchan one last time before you took the water, and thanked Eunseok so sincerely but he only shook his head and said donât mention it. He was entirely too cool as of late, and now Sungchan knew why. He bet Eunseok didnât even ask you if you wanted to go somewhere else, he only flicked his head back towards the party that was continuing on inside before you got up from your chair and dusted yourself off.Â
Sungchan could admit now he remembers you telling him where you were going. He wasnât paying much attention to your quiet voice as he tried perfecting the bend in his arm to throw the ball into the cup across the table. But he did know he acknowledged you leaving because he thought youâd be right back. He didnât know you were leaving to sneak upstairs through throngs of people.
The dimly lit bathroom let Eunseok see all of you. The way you pulled him closer, the way you locked the door before looking up to him entirely.
Eunseok described your lips as shiny. The were covered in a thin layer of the gloss that he bought for you on another run to the shop. The cashier told you that you had a good boyfriend and you didnât deny it, even if the man swiping his card was very much not your boyfriend. Your lips were soft and slow pressing against his, and hesitant until Eunseok looked you deep in your eyes and asked you if this was alright. He could swim in his reflection in your wide eyes as you slowly nodded your head up and down. When he said you could stop him at any time and moved his hand to cradle the back of your neck you went in more sure of yourself. The light pecks Sungchan complained about turned into something more hungry quickly. The hunger made Eunseokâs other hand wander your body quickly, feeling the parts of you only Sungchan had touched. Your mutual hunger made Eunseok lift you up to place you on the edge of the sink, it made you stick your tongue into his mouth as you wrapped your legs around his waist.
âHe doesnât deserve you.âÂ
That was the first time Eunseok ever let the confession slip out. He meant it with everything in him, and it showed that he didnât regret what he was doing. He would never leave you alone the way Sungchan left you alone, he would never leave you to think that anyone in his life held a candle to you. You didnât refute his claims either. You only pulled away and nodded again with tears beginning to dot your waterline before you went back in again.Â
Eunseok only took his hands off of you to take his jacket off. The top layer was entirely too hot as you pushed it off his shoulders. He didnât care if his jacket fell to the floor of the bathroom, black hides stains and he didnât want to take his lips off of yours. You two breathed into eachothers mouths to avoid breaking apart entirely, and when his jacket was off you pulled him so close and so fast by his white shirt he had to brace himself by holding the edges of the ceramic sink. He gave you his tongue quickly, laving the top row of your teeth as his hands found your thighs again.Â
Eunseok had to take a detour just to say how everything about you was just so soft. He couldnât believe it. A tiny part reserved only for himself he talked about your soft hands, soft lips, soft legs, and soft heart. It wasnât fair someone as kind as you was pushed to do such terrible things. He lamented that you were so loyal, and Sungchan often said one of the best things about you was that you were too shy to cheat.
But as the tight skirt Sungchan suggested rode up your legs, you werenât that person anymore. When you nodded as Eunseok wedged his hands between your thighs you werenât meek. He was enamored by the soft feeling of your thighs closed around his hand, bringing him closer to the fabric of your panties. Eunseok was completely surrounded by you as he dragged his hand against you, the heavy pressure against your cunt made you whine into his mouth. Sungchan and Eunseok could both agree on your sounds being beautiful. Your reactions made him want to continue. He wouldâve done it, if your phone didnât start vibrating from a call on top of the toilet seat. The sound of the vibrations pulled you from Eunseok entirely. Sungchanâs picture taking up your entire screen made you realize the situation you were in.Â
He had to go through another week of radio silence from you after the party. Eunseok described it as guilt. Even when Eunseok found out Sungchan never found out, you two refused to go back to normal. Even when he continued to choose his friends over you, you were still quiet. The third time Eunseok had to go to you.
Sungchan shouldâve seen the signs. He knows that now. He came into their shared living room entirely too heated. Eunseok was already there, his interest piqued as he paused his show. He asked Sungchan what was wrong, and he could only pretend nothing happened for a second before he spilled everything.
âShe broke up with me.â Sungchan said.
He opened the fridge just to close it. Leftovers from your takeout sat right next to his, and your tiny reminder of him not to eat it was the first thing he say.Â
âDid she say why?â Eunseok asked.
Sungchan had to furrow his eyebrows at the sudden tension that was in the room. Why did it feel like Eunseok was asking that question for all the wrong reasons? When Sungchan had been broken up with in the past, the only thing Eunseok offered was a drink and well wishes. Now he had the show completely paused, leaning forward like he was trying to pick up on every word. He shouldâve listened to the hairs that raised on the back of his neck, but instead he shook it off. Maybe his friend was trying to be more involved, that had to be it. Eunseok was his friend before he was yours, and he didnât have it in him to have ulterior motives.Â
âShe said we werenât a good match.â Sungchan answered.
He was too distracted to see that Eunseokâs expression shifted. The tension dissolved and Eunseok let out the smallest sigh of relief before his sights cut back to the television. Sungchan was too focused on the comfort his friend was giving him. A pat on his back and an itâs okay was enough to convince Sungchan everything really was okay. He wasnât a bad boyfriend, he just didnât meet his match. Sungchan went to bed telling Eunseok he was such a great friend.
He had no idea that once he went to bed, Eunseok was on his phone in an instant. Opening up your message history to tell you that Sungchan told him what happened. You told the truth and said you didnât tell him about what happened at the party, but you lied by saying Eunseok wasnât one of the reasons. If he truly wasnât it wouldnât have been so easy to open your door to him. All Eunseok had to tell you was that your leftovers were still in the fridge, and he could bring it to you and you two could talk. Just talk, both of you specified that.
Sungchan wouldâve loved to not know how long you lasted before you folded. But unfortunately, he knew it all. You invited Eunseok into your apartment visibly cleaned up from the crying you did all day, and you took the leftovers before throwing it in your fridge with the rest of your takeout. You didnât even like the food from the restaurant. You put it in the fridge just to see if Sungchan would be a bother and eat it just like all the other times you left food in his fridge. Sungchan knew that you two started by talking on Eunseokâs couch, mentioning everything but the reason he was there and why you had used tissues balled up on your coffee table. It wasnât until the movies credits started to roll that you two looked at eachother knowingly.
âHe broke my heart.â You said truthfully.
The tears were so obvious. Eunseok was a mediator. He was a thinker down to the bone, always trying to get people to look at the situation objectively. But you crawled closer to him, your head resting over his heart as he put his arm over you. Eunseok gave in immediately, rubbing your shoulder before kissing the crown of your head.
âYou deserve better.â Eunseok said.
Sungchan imagined that when the situation sunk in and you realized Eunseok was his friend everything fell into place. His comforting words served their purpose, but you wanted more. He even described the sad look in your eye shifting to lust with a hint of contempt as you looked up to him. Eunseok brought his other arm to your waist. That was soft too.
âI do.â You said quietly, looking to his lips.
The only part Eunseok spared was you leading him to the bed. Sungchan imagined that part vividly though, after a continuation of the makeout session Sungchan rudely interrupted by calling his girlfriend you jumped off the couch to grab Eunseok by the hand. He only wondered if Eunseok got undressed there, if you gave him a show taking off your clothes the same way youâd always do with him. He imagined his friend sitting there dumbfounded as you took off your shirt and bra. He imagined him drooling as your fingers messed with the band of your sleeping shorts.Â
Eunseok didnât know what to do with all of you, Sungchan refused to believe that. He was just a good storyteller, crafting a lie filled with the tiny habits Sungchan noticed very early on. The tiny squeaks you make, your affinity to being manhandled into place. Your tiny talk to meâs, because you need someone to talk you through everything. Thereâs no way Eunseok had it in him to flip you from your back to your stomach, to lift your bottom half and spread your legs apart with his hands as he slotted his body between them. Thereâs no way he could muster the audacity to lean in close until his front was pressing to your back to whisper he was so mean to you baby right in your ear. His meek friend didnât have it in him. There was no way.
Sungchan looked on in disbelief at the thought of you whining and nodding hopelessly. You liked being crushed, to feel someoneâs frame over yours. Eunseok wouldâve superimposed your body as he separated from you, looking down at where he was about to be inside of you. If he fucked you in the dark he would be able to see you glisten, if he was able to get the bedside lamp on heâd see the way you preened and wiggled your ass towards his cock. Youâd preemptively grab a pillow to muffle your moans as Eunseok pressed a hand to your lower back. He had to have everything perfect, he had thought about this for too long. Fucking you in missionary wouldâve been idealâhe was a romantic after allâbut he didnât think you were ready. So he settled for fucking you in one of Sungchanâs favorite positions, one he raved about when it came to you.Â
Eunseok slid in slowly. He said it himself, hand on the bible like he was testifying in court. Your hand quickly reached underneath you to feel the rest of his length as he slid in. When his hips kissed yours, and your hand was looking for somewhere else to go, he held it so tight and pressed it to your lower back. You started babbling about wanting him when he slid all the way out to his tip just to go right back in. When he started picking up the pace and clasped a hand around both of your wrists you started talking about love.Â
Apparently your walls were soft to. Wet and warm and soft, clasping around his cock like you two were made for eachother. He made it his mission to make you forget about anyone else you had in that moment. Eunseok picked up the speed and let go of your wrists just to watch them fall heavy to the mattress. His hands grabbed at your waist to help guide you back. Eunseok put his hands behind his head and watched you do your own thing for a short period of time. He disappeared inside of you, the lewd sounds combining with the muffled whimpers behind the blankets.Â
When you ran out of energy, like you always did, Eunseok moved his body forward. His front was against your back again, but the layer of sweat kept you glued together. Eunseok applied more and more weight on your body until you collapsed all together, your stomach flat against the mattress while Eunseok somehow wedged deeper inside of you. He was able to take away the covers entirely at this point, and your unbridled moans filled the room. They were pathetic whimpers at this point, cut off words, and the beginning of Eunseokâs name all rolled into one. He nodded and cooed to each one, kissing the side of your face to show he was with you.
âI got you.â Your pussy clenched around his cock again at the rough edge in his voice. âIâm here.â
He eventually had to start swiping your tears away with his thumb. He stayed still inside of you for a long time as you regained yourself. He selfishly wanted to draw out whatever this was, because after tonight you two would actually have to talk about what this was before going any further. So while you helplessly clenched around Eunseok in preparation for your orgasm he kissed you gently, trying to back you away from the edge.
âSeokie.â You babbled.
âHmm.â His heart jumped at the nickname and how sweet it sounded coming out of your mouth in such a whiny tone.
âFeels good.â You uselessly tried lowering and lifting your hips in an effort to fuck yourself on his cock again. âPlease keep going.â You begged.
You begged for more as if the line of drool and your body twitches werenât enough of an indication. Eunseok still nodded and kissed your cheekbone again as he pulled back his hips to slam into you roughly. Thatâs what you always liked in the end. Rough and slow, Eunseokâs heavy pants on the sweaty base of your neck as he pressed he head against yours. He was feeling the edge himself as he started rambling off at the mouth.
âYouâre so perfect.â
âHe doesnât deserve you.â
âIâd treat you so well.â
âAll mine.â
These were all things you agreed with. Nodding against your blanket in between your loud moans and declarations of your own. You told Eunseok he was so much better right before you told him you were about to cum. You told him that your cunt liked him better, that it hit a spot deep inside of you. Sungchan didnât know you had it in you to say such crude things in bed. He didnât know you were capable of such intimate pillow talk afterwards. Asking him to stay the night, kissing and cuddling until the two of you fell asleep.
Sungchan knew that there were other times he had seen you. His friend that continued to come home at odd hours in the morning and midday with half-assed explanations was seeing you instead. Fucking you, holding you, talking about Sungchan with you. Even though that night was the only encounter Eunseok talked about explicitly, he knew there was more.Â
When Sungchan saw that there were other dates marked underneath the conclusion paragraph thatâs when he finally pulled away. He looked at the top of the Word document again, blinking hard as he tried to make sense of what he read. But it was right there for him, in big black bold letters, less than an admittance of betrayal but moreso the beginning of a thesis paper.
AITA: ME AND MY BESTFRIENDâS EX-GIRLFRIEND HAD SEX WHEN I WENT TO COMFORT HER ABOUT THEIR BREAKUP.
With his fingers on the trackpad, Sungchan scrolled to the bottom of the document back up to the top. The TL;DR summed up the situation Sungchan read with his own two eyes.Â
He was still hanging off every word, from the beginning where Eunseok defined the codewords fro your two names down to the scroll blinking on the very last period, silently asking if the writer wanted to continue. The music playing throughout the lobby of this new cafe was more Sungchanâs taste, but he couldnât hear anything over the blood rushing in his ears.Â
He felt sick looking at the last edit made timestamp at the top. Less than ten minutes ago, while Sungchan sat right in front of Eunseok talking about his recent breakup. His friends reaction made sense now. The tiny nods to the details Sungchan didnât remember mentioning before. How involved he was in the conversation, when just a week ago Eunseok seemed like he wanted nothing less than to talk about the relationship. Eunseokâs habit of asking about you first, his eyebrows knit in worry as he asked how you were handling all this. Eunseok taking your side instead of his. Everything made too much sense. The timelines coincided too. Sungchan remembers that stormy night when your location was off and he caught a whiff of you on his bestfriend the next morning. He thought it was the remnants of you taking up his mind, but now he knew it was really you.
Sungchan felt anger replace the bile when he remembered all the times Eunseok lied to him too easily. He was seeing you when Sungchan told him he was at the store, he was sneaking off to see you at parties in secluded rooms when he said he was getting drinks. When Eunseok looked his bestfriend dead in the eyes and said he hadnât even thought about you, he had seen you the previous night.Â
Sungchan was played a fool by the one person he believed to be dumber than him. He found solace in the fact that he could walk over his complacent friend, take what Eunseok wanted so desperately to be his. From the time they were kids up until a week ago, it was too easy. Eunseokâs submission was what made their relationship work. Now that Eunseok has turned their dynamic into a pissing contestâone that Sungchan didnât know he was horrifically losingâhe didnât know what to do.Â
His first instinct was to smash Eunseokâs laptop on the ground. The cement floor wouldâve turned his laptop to smithereens. He could grab his coffee and poor it right over the keyboard. Maybe if he was lucky the thing would produce smoke, maybe even catch fire right before his eyes. Sungchan could also wait until Eunseok emerged from the bathroom, wait until he was unaware of everything and sucker punch him. They could start a brawl between these two tables, absolutely make a mess of this fine establishment.Â
But then Sungchan thought about how Eunseok would have that smug look on his face. As of a week ago, Eunseok got increasingly better at pushing Sungchanâs buttons, saying comments so slick that it left him confused on how to react. He imagined it now, Eunseokâs calm demeanor before telling him Channie, why are you so quick to anger? Like he already knew how his friend would react if he knew what he was writing for the past hour.Â
Being predictable is what made Sungchan take a deep breath. He couldnât behave the way he wanted to, the way Eunseok would expect him to. Also, there was that one time the two of them fought in grade school and Eunseok beat his ass. Heâs sure he could take him now, heâs absolutely positive of it. But Sungchan tells himself he goes back to calmly sitting across from Eunseok because he has a plan. He smiles instead of letting his emotions show on his face when Eunseok comes out of the bathroom because he knows what heâs going to do. Sungchan doesnât know what heâs going to do just yet, but itâs going to wipe the worried look off Eunseokâs face when he leans in close to Sungchanâs scowl.
âIs everything alright, Sungchan?â Eunseok points to Sungchanâs drink. âIs it the coffee?â He asks.
Sungchan shakes his head and takes a sip to prove itâs alright. Eunseok nods his head and goes back to typing. Sungchan nearly chokes on his drink.
âBetter than the other cafe, right?â Eunseok asks, looking at his screen.
Sungchan watched his friend look from the document back up to him. He calms the fire in the pit of his stomach as he nods to his friend. Eunseok goes back to the document and Sungchan can see him switch to a different window. He grips the armrest of his sofa, something Eunseok doesnât notice as he goes back to typing.
âWay better.â Sungchan says.
He messes with the rim of his cup. Another breath in.
âEunseok.â He says.
Eunseok stops typing to look at Sungchan. The genuine concern on his face makes Sungchan want to lunge over the table.
âWhat did you ever do with that food left in the fridge.â When Eunseok looks confused Sungchan clears his throat. âFrom a week ago.â He specifies.
Sungchan watches him register what happened a weak ago. He has the nerve to hesitate and look up to think like he doesnât already know. Sungchanâs tongue pokes the inside of his cheek as he looks down at his coffee.
âI threw it out. So you wouldnât have to deal with it.â Eunseok answers after a beat of silence.
Sungchan takes another deep breath in. He looks up to Eunseok with a smile on his face.
âYouâre a good friend.â Sungchan says.
He can see the hesitancy in Eunseokâs head nod. Eunseok knows he can see it too.
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FLUFFMAS DAY 21/22: chris realizes he does want to get married
seeing his gf as a bridesmaid makes him realize that maybe getting married wouldnât be so bad
wc: 1.1k
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a/n: so sry this didnât get out yesterday i was super busy đ
dividers by the lovely @bernardsbendystraws
chrisâs POV:
I had never understood the hype around weddings, or even the need for them honestly. It all seemed like too much fuss and stress for one day, and if I wanted to spend the rest of my life with someone I didnât need to declare it in front of hundreds of people that I didnât really like.
But when Y/N asked me to be her date to her friendâs wedding, where she was a bridesmaid, I couldnât say no. Not to her. Even if I didn't enjoy weddings or having to get all dressed up I was gonna go and pretend to have fun because I knew it would make her happy.
On the day of the wedding I showed up to the venue a little early so I could find her before the ceremony began. I texted her telling her where I was so she could come find me, knowing I would get lost looking for her on my own.
âChris!â I heard her call from behind me and when I turned to her my jaw fell in shock. I had seen her dressed up before but not like this and I was in awe of how gorgeous she looked. I stood frozen, staring at her as she walked up to me laughing, âHi handsomeâ she smiled.
âI am the luckiest man aliveâ I smiled as I gently grabbed her waist, pulling her close to me, âYou look absolutely stunning baby.â I smiled at her. âThank you loveâ she blushed, âyou clean up pretty nice handsome.â She said as she adjusted my tie. âOnly for youâ I winked, âAs much as I would love to stay with your corny ass I do have bridesmaids duties I gotta get to so Iâll see you in a bit.â She said as she kissed me before heading off.
I managed to find a seat with some of Y/Nâs friends that I had met a few times and caught up with them while we waited for the ceremony to start. Once the ceremony began my eyes were immediately locked on Y/N as she gracefully walked down the aisle with one of the groomsmen.
She was carrying a small bouquet of flowers in her hand and her smile brightened when we locked eyes across the rows of people. Throughout the entire ceremony my eyes never left her. In their vows the couple talked about their love for each other and how they couldnât wait for the start of the rest of their lives.
Listening to their vows as I watched Y/N I knew she was it for me, as I saw her smile at her friend, her eyes flicking to mine for a moment, I wondered how I had ever not known I wanted to marry her. She could have a fancy castle wedding with a thousand people if she wanted, and I would be there with a smile on my face, grateful to be loved by her.
We spent the rest of the night dancing and laughing with her friends under twinkly lights that made her eyes glow. âYou are so beautiful.â I said quietly as she wrapped her arms around my neck as we swayed to a slow song. âThank you my love.â She smiled, kissing me gently. Her glowing presence captivated all of my attention.
The next day I found a jewelry store and with the help of her best friend I found a beautiful ring that I hoped she would love. When I came home, the ring tucked in my pocket, she was still asleep in bed. âMorning prettyâ I whispered as I laid back down next to her, pushing her hair out of her face.
âMhm, morningâ she whispered, half asleep, âI brought you coffee and your favorite muffinâ I smiled, knowing sheâd wake up. âFoodâ she said as she stuck her hand out, eyes still shut, âkiss firstâ I teased as she slowly opened her eyes. âNo gross I have morning breathâ she groaned, hiding her face, âand I donât give a flying fuckâ I laughed as I leaned over, kissing her gently before handing her her food.
I laid with her as she slowly woke up, with the help of her coffee and muffin, âWe got plans today, I need you to put on one of your pretty sundresses and be ready in two hours.â I told her, âWhat are we doing?â She asked, âthatâs for me to know and you to find out baby.â
Once she was dressed and ready I took her to a secluded spot on the beach, âWhat are we doing Chris?â She asked, confused. âWell I know the beach is your favorite place so I figured this was the perfect spotâ I smiled at her confusion, âperfect spot for what?â She asked, laughing.
âTo ask you to spend forever with meâ I smiled as I got on one knee, pulling the small velvet box out of my pocket. âChris?â She said in shock, her hand flying to her face to cover her bright smile.
âY/N, I have spent the last three years of my life having the pleasure of loving you and being loved by you. You have become my favorite person and everyday I learn something new about you that makes me fall even more in love with you. You are the most beautiful person Iâve ever met, inside and out, and when I saw you standing at that altar yesterday I knew I would be an idiot if I didnât marry you. Nothing in this world would make me happier than spending the rest of my life with you so Y/N, will you marry me baby?â I asked, smiling up at her through tears.
âYes! Oh my god! Yes Iâll marry you Chris!â She said as she choked through tears while I slid the ring on her finger, wrapping my arms around her waist as she clung to me. âOh my god! I love you so much, holy shit!â She laughed in disbelief as I held her tight against me.
Nick, Matt, and her best friend burst into cheers, as she turned to them, smiling in shock. âI knew you wanted someone to take pictures and I figured who better than Nick?â I smiled as she wiped her tears. âI canât wait to spend the rest of my life with you Chris.â She smiled as I kissed her, her lips pulled up into a smile against mine.
And even though I always said I would never cry at my wedding, when I watched her walk down the aisle towards me, I couldnât help it .
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Highschool Jimmy AU smut fic.
High School AU Jimmy belongs to me and @birdyisthewordyy /silly. Note that Jimmy and the reader are both seniors in this fic and are of age!
Jimmy x GN! Reader
Readers Genitalia is not mentioned at all and is entirely left up to interpretation!
Contains mentions of: Paranoia, bullying, watching porn, masturbation, virginity loss, missionary sex (It's both of their first times give em a break)
Not proofread!! Reader discretion is advised.
A/N: Do you ever sit down and tell yourself "I'm gonna write 1K words." And then end up with 3.6K words? Anyways I'm so sick rn.
Jimmy bit his lip, his hands shook slightly before he met your intense gaze. âAre you sure you want to do this? With me? I mean out of everyone⊠you could pick⊠anyone from our highschool - are you really sure you want your first time to be with someone⊠like⊠like me?â His voice came out as a soft whisper and his soft brown eyes met yours, pleading for any sort of non verbal confirmation that you were indeed - okay with this whole thing happening - at his hands nonetheless.
That you were okay with him pressing his lips against the skin of your shoulders.
That you were okay when his breath hitched and his eyelids fluttered shut when you pressed open mouthed kisses to his collar bones.
That you were okay with his hands mapping over parts of your body that he dreamed of touching - that he spent so many hours of every day and every night fantasising about.
He wanted to make sure that you were okay with him. Okay with him being here with you.
Okay with him loving you.
Jimmy was socially awkward, and what most would consider: a loser, or even a creep. Jimmy wasn't stupid, he knew that much already. He was a nobody, a shadow in the background of every class photo. His fellow classmates barely acknowledged his existence - save for his best friend Curly of course.Â
He was called names behind his back. People whispered about him when he walked through the halls - and maybe he was being delusional, but Jimmy swore he could feel all the pairs of eyes trained onto his slouched form as they gossiped about him and called him weird or gross.
And you know what at this point - he didnât mind it much anymore.
He never really cared about making friends, or appealing to anyone at all. Curly accepted him for who he was and thatâs all he really cared about to be frank.Â
He wasnât set out to meet and potentially befriend a million people. He was content with just one.
But that all changed when you stepped into the picture.
He had originally considered you the poor and unfortunate soul that was assigned by your teacher to be paired with him for your shared chemistry project.
Jimmy found these sorts of group projects to be the worst - usually his teacher assigned classmates would either: discreetly drop all of the workload onto his shoulders - and then get mad when he was barely able to scrape up a B plus - out outright said that they would refuse to work with the likes of him and demand a new partner, not caring if he was sitting right next to them - listening in.
What he didn't expect was for you to sit down next to him, after grabbing all of your things, flash him a brilliant smile and in the most angelic voice he has ever heard, ask him, âSo⊠where do we begin?â
From that moment on Jimmy was smitten. Your hair - your eyes - your voice - your lips - heck he even fantasised about how pretty your hands would look against his skin. Not all of it was sexual though, Jimmy frequently caught himself daydreaming about being your boyfriend - about taking you out on extravagant dates - that he definitely couldnât pay for but hey- you canât blame him for dreaming! He thought of holding your hand and kissing you under the shooting stars. Way too many times he caught himself thinking of the kind of suits he might wear to your shared wedding - or the colour of the tiles of the kitchen floor your shared house might have.Â
It seemed that it was during one of his many daydream sessions when Curly pointed out that his best friend seemed so lost in thought lately - that it sounded like Jimmy here, was in love with his chemistry partner.Â
Only for a very flushed and red Jimmy to shut him down. Yet Curlyâs suspicion never left the confines of the blond boy's mind.
And it never left Jimmy's either.
In love.
Was he in love?
Or was just a fleeting obsession.Â
A crush.
Nothing more.
It would go away.
That's what he told himself. âIt's only just a crush, it'll go away. It's just like all the others, it'll go away.â
And yet - it never ended up going away.
Jimmy spent nights upon nights with your name echoed on his lips as sweat dripped across his moonlit kissed chest. His pants were discarded to the side, long forgotten. His body ached and was hot to the touch. He could feel his blood pulsating and thrumming under his skin. His hand was sore and he was tired - but he was almost there. It was practically on the tip of his tongue.
âJimmy.âÂ
His subconsciousness blessed him with the memory of your voice - so soft and so fucking tender. And so full of love. He could practically feel your hands, sliding across his hot skin, pressing hot kisses to his body and ultimately - tipping him over the edge.
Jimmy bit his lip to muffle the sounds of his moans as he squeezed his eyes shut, cursing under his breath. He arches his back, his brown eyes rolled back as he muffled his groans, reaching the peak of pleasure. It felt like fireworks were exploding in every one of his blood vessels, his whole body grew hot and sweaty.Â
The feeling of euphoria was nothing short of incredible.Â
It was almost like he could feel your soft, loving caress as he slowly recovered from his high. And yet when he opened his eyes.
His bed was empty.
It was during nights like these where Jimmy would usually end up frowning slightly before ultimately shaking himself off and moving to clean the mess he had made. It's fine - âyou were way out of my league anyways.â
You probably had loads of boys in your bed before.
And if you were going to be in someone's bed it definitely was not going to be with him.
But it looked like he owed Curly fifty bucks. Money he definitely didnât have right now.
He lost the bet because of you.Â
Because you were there.
You were here. In his bed. And it was real - this whole thing was real. He was really about to do this.Â
With you.Â
His biggest crush.
His wildest fantasies - the images that plagued his mind twenty four seven - were all unfolding right now in front of him.Â
In his fantasies he knew exactly what to do - where to put his hands and where to kiss you. In his mind the countless hours spent watching porn weren't for nothing, because he gained information from them. And he would use all of that information to make you cum so hard and so fucking fast that you would forget your own name.
But that was in his fantasies. Truth be told, now that you were here - laying in front of him - âWearing nothing but your underwearâ, Jimmy told himself - he had no idea what to do. His hands where shaking and fuck- why was he sweating so much?? â[Name] must think I am so fucking gross right now.â What was he supposed to be doing? Was he supposed to touch you? Or was he supposed to kiss you? Where was he supposed to grab? Your hands? Your hips?Â
âGod, if youâre up there. Please fucking help a poor guy like me out. I really think I might actually start crying right now.â
âJimmy, are⊠are you okay? You're really red.â You mumbles, your hand reaching up to cup his cheek and brushing your thumb against his acne ridden cheek. âHey itâs okay.. We donât have to do anything if you donât want to-â Jimmy shook his head, cutting off your words by pressing the palm of your hand against his lips, tenderly kissing your flushed skin.Â
There was no fucking way he was going to give up his one chance. He wasnât going to throw away the one opportunity to love you completely - love you in the way he dreamed off.
âNo no! I want to. Iâm just⊠nervous is all...â He confessed, a whisper under his breath. Jimmy averted his eyes, casting them downward. Fuck- nervous was the understatement of a lifetime. Jimmy was down right terrified - what if you didnât like it? What if you didnât think he was hot enough? What if he wasnât able to make you cum? What if you ended up hating him? What if you never gave him the chance to be your boyfriend if he screwed up? What if you never spoke to him again after this? What if-
âIâm nervous too⊠This is my first time y'know.â You confessed shyly, your body growing warm at your confinement of what you considered - your biggest secret. Your friends had their fair share of sex and werenât afraid to spill any extra or juicy secrets. TMI was a thing of the past. Sure you watched your own fair share of porn in the past too but this was real, this was real life. This wasnât a video that was going to end up being played on a screen. Nor was it over the top fake acting. But this wasnât hushed whispers and slightly flushed cheeks in the back of the maths class either. Nor was it giggles and prodding each other for more information during lunch breaks.
This was real.
This was real and you were about to have sex with Jimmy.
Your chemistry project partner - turned lab partner - turned close friend - turned muse for any thoughts that lingered too long in the back of your mind and too many nights spent with your hands in between your thighs, his name leaving your lips like an empty prayer.
The same boy was now looking down at you - his hands shaking as he rested them against your bare hips. Jimmyâs eyes were wide. This was your first time? There was no way - there had to be a mistake - there had to have been someone else.
âThis⊠is your first timeâŠ?â
Jimmy whispered.
You nodded and gave him a nervous smile.
âAnd you want to do this with⊠me?â
You nodded.
âAnd thereâs no-one else youâd rather do this with - Cause I mean if there is Iâd rather just get dressed y'know?⊠Donât wanna waste your time with me when you could be fuckinâ oh I dunno⊠like Curly or someone yâknow?.â Jimmy gave you a nervous grin, it was obvious he was trying to hype himself up but there was most definitely a layer of insecurity coated under his words.Â
Because of course there was - he wasnât Curly. Curly who could charm the likes of both the students and teachers alike - Curly who would win the praise of everyone.Â
He wasn't âOverly Exceptional Curly.â
He was âSlightly Below Average Jimmy.â
You shook your head and smiled. âNo. I canât think of anyone else I would rather do this with. I want you to be the one to take my virginity, Jimmy.âÂ
Those words. Those few words. The words he so desperately ached to hear were spilling from your lips.Â
Mist glazed over Jimmyâs eyes. Am I going to cry? He thought to himself. Fuck Iâm going to cry. Jimmy sniffled and blinked quickly, trying his best to stop the tears from spilling.Â
You sat up from your spot on his bed and cooed under your breath, reaching up with a tender touch to wipe his eyes. âI want this Jimmy.â You reassured him once more with a smile. âI want you...â
He felt more determined now. Nodding he grabbed your underwear and slid it down your hips, exposing you to him. He swallowed, meeting your eyes. âIf uh⊠this hurts or anything please tell me. I donât wanna hurt you.â He mumbled. You nodded and smiled. âI trust you. And if it hurts Iâll tell you to stop.â You whispered.
Jimmy nodded, pressing two fingers at your entrance. He observed your face carefully, watching your every reaction as he slowly pushed in one finger. You squirmed and whimpered a little but didnât draw away. Jimmy was ecstatic! At least he was doing something right! Right?Â
When you nodded again Jimmy began to thrust his finger in and out at a slow pace, he had read somewhere that sex required a good amount of preparation and lube too. Good thing he was prepared and bought a bottle of the stuff - and a few condoms too just in case.Â
âYou can⊠add another finger.â You whispered under your breath. Jimmy snapped out of his train of thoughts and nodded, slowly easing in another finger. Itâs warm. He noted to himself. His cock stirred in his boxers - twitching slightly at the promise of what was going to come.Â
Fucking hell he was so excited he could barely think straight.
You were so attractive and so nice and so hot and your kisses tasted like cherries and strawberry ice-cream. And you were here! And you were going to have sex with him. With him! Out of everyone you wanted your first times to be with - you wanted Jimmy to be your first! You trusted him enough to let him take your virginity!
You whimpered and his name escaped your lips in a pleading whine.
Jimmy could feel the precum pouring from the slit of his cock. His dick twitched and he groaned in delight drawing his fingers away. He smirked slightly when you whined at the loss of his touch. âHey donât worry, I just gotta prep myself and then Iâll be ready to properly fuck you.âÂ
You nodded, throwing an arm across your face. âOkayâŠâ The moonlight from Jimmyâs window pooled over your bare body and it was strangely comforting. Sitting there and knowing that you were safe. There was shuffling coming from Jimmyâs side of the bed and he cursed under his breath. âAre you okay Jimmy? Do you need help?â You chuckled, pulling your arm away and sitting up. The sound of the lube bottle being opened echoed around the room, and you silently thanked your lucky stars that Jimmyâs father was out for the weekend. You could only imagine the kind of temper tantrum that man would throw if he caught you in his sonâs bed.
A very nervous Jimmy shook his head. âNo, I got it! Itâs okay! Just relax!â He insisted, pushing you back down on the bed. âI just uhm⊠Can I uh⊠tell you something?â He whispered.Â
âYea?â You whispered back, looking up at the ceiling. The glowing plastic stars stuck on the ceiling made your heart flutter. Your eyes slid from one star to the other making constellations in your mind. âThe star crossed lovers.â You smiled as you looked up at them, two figures. Holding hands. How you managed to make that out from Jimmyâs plastic glow in the dark stars you wouldn't know. âAre you sure you wonât hate me?â Jimmy whispered.Â
âI could never hate you.â You whispered back, meeting his eyes. âI could never hate you Jimmy. Never.â You said sternly.
Jimmy nodded and took in a deep breath, positioning the tip of his cock at your entrance. The tip prodded at your entrance and he took in a sharp inhale of air, slowly easing himself into you. âI think Iâm in love with you.â He whispered as he gripped the sheets tightly. Jimmy let out a soft moan and pressed his forehead against yours, squeezing his eyes shut.
Your breath hitched and you bit your lip. âFuckâŠâ He felt so good and this feeling of being so⊠full. It felt so good. Your heart fluttered, thrumming against your rib cage. âI think Iâm in love with you too.â You whispered back.
Jimmyâs eyes opened, his pupils were blown out and his cheeks were rosy. His breathing came out hot and bothered. âYouâre⊠serious? Youâre in love with me?â He couldn't help the stupid grin that spread across his lips.
You nodded, and smiled back. âYea. I am. Youâre amazing Jimmy. I would be an idiot if I didnât fall for you.â You whispered back.Â
Jimmy swallowed and grabbed the sides of your face as he slowly rocked his hips against yours. âStop me if I do something wrong.â He breathed out before pressing his lips against yours.Â
The kiss was desperate and messy and fuck was it hot. There was the feeling of tongues pressing against each other and teeth clashing. The feeling of the tip of Jimmyâs cock rubbing against that one spot inside of you - and the feeling of his tongue licking against yours - and now knowing that he shared the same feelings for you made your head hazy and- fuck it felt so fucking good.
Jimmy was making you feel so fucking good.Â
And you wouldn't have had it any other way.
Jimmy groaned, pressing his forehead against your shoulder pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth. âYouâre so tight I- itâs so warm⊠feels better than I imagined fuck-â he panted. Jimmy groaned - at this point he might not be able to hold on for any longer. He was so fucking close - his head might explode.
You werenât doing any better either, with every delicious drag of Jimmyâs cock inside of you was bringing you closer and closer to the edge. Your body was hot - too hot, like your skin was on fire and felt like Jimmy was the water that existed to only quench your thirst.
Like he was your second half. The part that completed you The part that made you feel whole. Your reason for existing. When you held his hand you felt alive, the feeling of his pulse against your palm was the reason you felt so alive.
And now this - the feeling of him inside of you - the way his cock dragged through your sticky walls was enough to make you feel like you were floating. Airy⊠light⊠like you were in cloud nine.Â
Jimmy was the drug.
And you were already addicted.
âIâm⊠close.â He panted, sinking his teeth into the delicate flesh of your shoulder using it to muffle his moans.
You groaned, eyes rolling back, gripping at his shoulders and digging your nails into his skin. âFuck me too-âÂ
Jimmy nodded his words slurring, his vision growing hazy. Sex drunk. It hadnât even been five minutes and he looked like he was about to pass out. âCum with me.â He whimpered. âAt the same time. Cum together with me.â He groaned pathetically, rutting his hips against yours, desperately trying to make you reach your high.Â
You nodded eagerly, moaning as you threw your legs around his hips, trying to stop him from accidentally pulling out. âJimmy- oh fuck Jimmy âm so close.â You whimpered, eyes growing wet. Fuck it felt so good- he felt so good. You felt so fucking good.Â
Life felt so fucking amazing right now.Â
Jimmy bit his lip, his grip on the bed sheets growing even tighter - to the point his knuckles were going white. He threw his head back and moaned when he came. The filling of Jimmy reaching his peak was enough for you to follow, with your back arching and your legs shaking - you came with him.Â
It took a minute for you both to compose yourselves, the air in the room was stuffy and warm and reeked of sex. But neither of you really minded. âDid you⊠are you- I mean did you enjoy it?â He whispered, he was kind of hoping youâd say yes - seeing as he did make you finish after all. But still, he wanted to hear it.Â
He craved that sort of validation.
You smiled and nodded. âI did. I really enjoyed Jimmy.âÂ
Jimmy grinned and pumped his fist. âYes!!â He hissed under his breath before catching himself. âI mean uh⊠yea good thatâs good. I wasnât too rough or anything right?â He smiled when you laughed and shook your head. âNo, I'm fine. Thanks for worrying though.â
âGood! Iâve uhm⊠never done this before so sorry- I donât really know what Iâm doing.â He mumbled under his breath and scratched the back of his neck awkwardly.
âMe neither.â You chuckled, flushing slightly. âBut hey! Weâll get through it together.â You hummed, offering him a grin.Â
Jimmy grinned back, pulling on his boxers before helping you get dressed, moving to lay beside you in bed. âYea⊠Oh that reminds me! Did you uh⊠mean it when you said you liked me back - I mean you can say no yâknow Iâm like- not gonna force you to be with me if you donât want to or if it feels like Iâm forcing you to be with me!â
You laughed and shook your head. âNo I meant it! I really did.â You cut him off and watched the words die on Jimmyâs lips. You watched his face contort from joking fear of rejection - to confusion - to elation.Â
âYou⊠you want me to be your boyfriend?â He whispered, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes and you nodded, smiling at him.
Jimmy grinning and grabbed you by the shoulders, tugging you into his arms with an âomphâ. âThis is the best day of my life!â He laughed. You smiled back and nuzzled into his side, body growing heavy with sleep. Jimmy threw an arm over his face. His cheeks were beginning to hurt from all the smiling he was doing but he didnât care. This was the best day of his fucking life. âThank you God. Thank you for keeping me alive. This is so worth it.â
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let it snow!
itâs snowing, but you donât have anywhere else to be
a/n: if you saw this two nights ago,, no u didnât i rewrote the whole thing :P
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satoruâs fireplace crackles a bit, lighting the room in a warm light as he holds you a bit closer on the couch, making sure youâve got enough blanket covering your body. the hot chocolate on the coffee table has melted marshmallows floating atop it, with a romcom playing on the tv.
âitâs snowing so muchâ you comment, adjusting yourself slightly from your boyfriends grip to peek out the window. thereâs sheets on white falling from the sky, the wind blowing it every which way and blanketing the once colorful world in white.
âthey did say it was gonna get bad out there,â he mumbles, ââs why i wanted you to stay over here, since Iâve got a fireplaceâ he has a toothy grin on his face that makes you roll your eyes, settling back into his arms and focusing back on the tv.
âalright you trust fund baby not all of us are rolling in itâ satoru feigns hurt at your words, pouting at you and peppering your face with sloppy kisses. the action makes your burst into giggles, trying and failing to push him away from you.
âtake it back!â he says between kisses, finally landing one on your lips and letting his eyes flutter shut. you canât help but return the kiss, instinctively letting your fingers find purchase on the hair at the nape of his neck.
âdonât think i willâ you mumble against his lips, smiling before giving him one last peck and shoving him softly. heâs canât help but smile, pearly white teeth and dimples on full display as he dramatically lays besides you on the couch.
you donât mind the heavy snowfall, knowing you had nowhere to be but besides your lover. a content sigh leaving your lips when satoru all but pulls you onto his lap, letting yourself relax into him as you continued to watch the movie.
hours later the two of you are in the kitchen, satoru slowly stirring the soup youâd help make and finally turning the heat off. thereâs a sparkle in his eyes as he serves a bowl for you at the dinner table, his chest puffed out when you let out a satisfied hum at the first taste of it.
thereâs small talk between the two of you, never once a dull moment despite the endless amount of time youâve spent together talking. laughter and the crackling fireplace fills the air of satoruâs house, a place he claims you made a home (heâs been trying to convince you to move in with him.)
the two of you finish up dinner, practically connected at the hip as you hand satoru the washed bowls so he can dry them and put them up. âitâs still snowing hard out thereâ he comments, the two of you taking a moment to look out the window facing his backyard. âbet your complex lost powerâ he snickers, bending down and kissing your cheek as you roll your eyes at him.
the lights are dimmed low, with the fireplace slowly dying as the two of you settle onto the couch. satoru doesnât say anything as he lays down, only extending his arms to signal for you to lay atop him. thereâs a comfortable silence that falls between the two of you, letting yourself relax under satoruâs touch as he runs his fingers up and down your back.
âi love you sweetheartâ he whispers, eyes focused on the dwindling fire, watching as one log crumbles and falls to the ash, embers going up the chimney.
âand what brought this on?â you tease, making your lover scoff and softly push you, âi love you too, angel boyâ you say softly, craning your neck and placing a kiss on whatever exposed skin you can find. it doesnât take long for satoru to help you find your way to his lips, large hands finding your waist and sitting up while holding you close to him. one of your hands is lost in his hair, the other on his chest as you push him softly when you pull away.
satoru doesnât hesitate to press his lips back on yours, the two of you breaking into a fit of laughter when your teeth hits his. âshould we watch the fire die or should we put a movie on?â you ask, breath hitching in your throat as you admire his crystalline eyes.
âwhatever you want sugarplumâ he sighs happily, eyes tracing your features and committing them to memory as you light up and decide on a movie to put on. he doesnât really care, knowing youâd be asleep thirty minutes in and heâd spend the rest of the time fighting sleep to spend another second awake in your company.
the snow was relentless, but you were safe in what would eventually be where you called home, in your lovers arms. you didnât mind the snowfall, not when you had hot chocolate on stand by and endless kisses to be had by the fireplace. as long as you had satoru, let it snow all the sky wants.
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⥠â.á ììí° ë늌 . . "merry christmas, loverboy!"
scenario . . ⥠youâve been bragging about your christmas gift for the whole month and, even though your boyfriend had been arguing you couldnât beat his gift for you, he was curious, after all, you were talking too much. he didnât expect you to tell the truth. itâs the first christmas eve youâve spent alone since you started dating, a few months ago, so you decided to prepare something memorable. he found you lying on the bed, completely naked, well, not completely since you had a big red ribbon around your breasts, offering yourself as the special gift.
content . . đđ boyfriend!dream x fem!reader, first time as a couple! [mk] protected sex, praising, squirting, kinda rough sex, mark is lowkey a beast ⥠[rj] protected sex (in my mind), praising, breast play, renjun is a whiny sub ⥠[jn] unprotected sex, virgin!reader, big dick!jeno, power play, cervix fucking, creampie, jeno itâs too good for this world ⥠[hc] fingering, messy sex, mention of squirting, mirror sex, haechan is a bit of a perv and kinda mean (but wbk) ⥠[jm] fingering, cunnilingus, praising, jaemin is a softie and⊠kinda pussydrunk ⥠[cl] unprotected sex, implied breeding kink, mentions of children (as next christmasâ gift), GIVE THIS MAN A KID YâALL, chenle is completely obsessed ⥠[js] unprotected sex, creampie, clothed blowjob (?), slight size kink, jisung is needy
lola's notes .: oh, haii >.< iâm kinda back yippie! iâve been facing terrible writerâs block that is eating me alive and iâve been kinda⊠depressed bc writing is literally my favourite thing to do, (stardew valley, close your eyes) so itâs being hard for me⊠anyways, dropping this hc (which i didnât know i could write on time) so you can enjoy it while iâm away! also, iâm closing requests for now :( i have like 8 in line and, as i said, i canât write now, but iâll do it as soon as possible. i have some other projects to do, so idk when iâll open it again⊠well, thatâs it, enjoy your holidays, my adorable âlola loversâ (youâve been named by @lyvhie btw) and merry christmas! love yâall <3 (and wtf are these content warnings đđ)
Mark
as soon as he stepped into the bedroom, his mouth fell open. he opened and closed it several times while you giggled, watching your boyfriend freeze in the doorframe. he didn't know how to react. though he wanted to touch you, his mind wouldn't let him â not until you gave verbal permission, even though you were literally offering yourself to him. mark stood there smiling awkwardly, trying to hide his obvious arousal. but when you walked toward him, touching his arms and whispering sweet words, he melted. you peppered his face with kisses, running your hands over his body just as you'd imagined.
you gripped the bedsheets so tightly you thought they might tear. you knew your boyfriend had strong hips â he was a dancer, after all â but you hadn't imagined they were this powerful. mark had your face down, hips raised, completely lost in pleasure. he barely let you catch your breath between positions. you'd already reached one orgasm, and he was driving you toward another.
"fu-fuck, baby, slow down..." you murmured, feeling another climax building. you were already weak, but mark kept going round after round like he couldn't stop himself. his skills were undeniable as his hips snapped against yours in sharp, quick thrusts, hitting all the right spots inside you. your eyes rolled back as you drooled, completely undone, but he loved seeing you like this â pleasure-drunk and utterly satisfied.
"c-can't..." he gasped, sucking in a breath when you clenched around him. "been waiting for you my whole life. i can't stop, baby, i'm sorry." his voice was weak, matching his expression. mark truly couldn't control himself, his body moving on its own. "so pretty, baby... so pretty..." he murmured, gripping your flesh. you managed a faint smile at his praise.
one hand maintained its tight grip on your ass while the other traced down your spine, his touch ghosting over your skin before grabbing your hair and pulling you to him. his lips pressed soft kisses and bites to your shoulder as you reached back to hook your arm around his neck. mark buried his face in your neck, whimpering as he picked up his pace once again.
when your fourth orgasm hit, your breath caught, and suddenly you felt something warm and liquid beneath you.
"did you just... squirt?" mark asked, staring in awe with a goofy smile. "shit, this was so fucking hot." he kept talking, but you couldn't process his words, too exhausted to focus. he removed the full condom, disposing of it in the bathroom before returning to you. "let me clean this mess so we can enjoy a romantic christmas eve." he chuckled at your incoherent mumbling.
Renjun
he wasn't proud of his previous actions, but he had glimpsed you naked once or twice... It was an accident â or maybe he had peeked while you were changing. but seeing you fully naked for him now was simply mind-blowing. though he had a mental list of everything he wanted to do with you when the time finally came, he couldn't move. he was too stunned. when your smile began turning into a worried frown, he snapped out of it, walking toward you to cup your face and kiss you passionately.
jun had always shown you his strong and confident side. you never needed to worry â he was there, your super-boyfriend, ready to handle all your concerns. even though he looked small and fragile, he never let that affect your perception of him.
having him underneath you was heavenly. his big round eyes looked at you â especially your breasts bouncing right in his face â like you were the most precious thing in the world. whines escaped his plump lips whenever you rode him too fast or clenched too hard around him. it was all overwhelmingly satisfying and delicious; you wouldnât want it any other way. turns out his gift was indeed better than yours.
he played with your breasts, squeezing the flesh, pinching and twisting your nipples, even licking his lips, eager to taste them. so you ended his torture. you bent closer and smiled gently at him. "go ahead, love." as soon as the words left your mouth, he took you in. renjun hollowed his cheeks, suckling your nipple, twirling his tongue around the mound, making you gasp when he nibbled it.
your hips rolled lazily on top of his, but his teasing made you pick up your pace. you placed your hands on either side of his head for support and soon you were riding him exactly how you wanted. you lifted your hips until just his tip remained inside, then slammed back down. renjun's whines were muffled by the flesh in his mouth, his eyes rolling back. a heavenly sight.
"jun... baby... i'mâfuckâclose..." you whispered, biting your lower lip. he nodded vigorously, gripping your hips, thrusting back into you at a desperate pace until you were the one rolling your eyes back.
as you reached your high, you nestled your face in his neck, breathing heavily, still clenching around him, still hearing his whines. minutes later, his arms caged you as he pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder and whispered sweetly in your ear, "merry christmas, my love."
Jeno
he wasnât surprised to see you like this â offered to him so openly. heâd seen you like this once before, back when you tried to seduce him for the first time. back then, heâd gently rejected you, saying it was too soon. he wanted you to be certain, especially since it was your first time. but now, as you lay before him, beautifully confident and presenting yourself to him on christmas eve, he couldnât resist. not this time. you looked so sure, so ready to give him everything.
a soft gasp escaped your lips, a sound that sent a jolt straight to his core. jeno was slowly sheathing himself into you, mindful of every inch, giving you time to adjust to his size. your hands clawed at his back, drawing a hiss from him, though the sting was nothing compared to the intoxicating grip your pussy had on him.
âis it okay?â he asked, his voice gentle as he kissed your face. âi can stop if itâs too much.â he nuzzled his nose against your neck, breathing in your scent. âlove, if it hurts too much, we can try another day.â
âjeno, babe, please, shut the fuck up.â you replied, eyes squeezed shut. âit is hurting a bit, but thatâs fine. i mean, have you seen your size?â he chuckled softly, continuing to pepper your face with kisses, hoping theyâd ease the discomfort. âjust⊠move slowly, yeah?â you added, and he nodded, doing exactly as you asked.
his thrusts were slow and deliberate, each movement filled with care. jeno wanted this moment to be perfect for you, something youâd remember with a smile â or maybe something that would leave you aching for him whenever the memory crossed your mind. he wanted to mark you, to make sure no one else could ever compare. you were his.
when the initial pain faded, you urged him to move faster, to stop holding back. and he obeyed â because how could he ever deny his woman? his first move was to pin your wrists above your head, holding you firmly but tenderly in place. he loved the marks your nails left on him, but right now, he wanted to see you fully. vulnerable. exposed. his.
the shift in pace was overwhelming. he fucked you with a fervour you hadnât expected, every thrust hitting deep, brushing against spots inside you that made your mind go blank. you were soaking, your wetness easing his way into you as his cock found its rhythm, pressing against your cervix over and over. the sensations left you moaning, eyes rolling back, utterly lost in him. jeno â usually so gentle and soft â was showing you a side of him you hadnât known existed, and you loved every second of it.
when he finally came, filling you with his warmth, your body reacted instinctively. your toes curled, your back arched, and his name fell from your lips in a chant. he relished the sound, savouring every moan as if it were a symphony written just for him.
his chuckle broke the haze, followed by a cheeky question: âdo we get more gifts on new yearâs eve?â you frowned, opening your eyes to meet his gaze. there he was â your mesmerizing boyfriend, sweaty and glowing, with a grin that could light up the world. he traced his hands down your sides, leaning in close to whisper against your lips, âmerry christmasâŠâ
Haechan
you were already his goddess â his perfect little girlfriend whom he'd do anything for. he loved you more than himself and respected you like you were his owner (and you were), but he couldn't help wanting more. he wanted to touch your body and do even more things to you, and you knew that â haechan isn't exactly subtle about his thoughts or cravings. that's why you happily decided to give yourself as his gift. when he saw you naked, he moaned involuntarily, so genuine that you couldn't help but giggle. he tried to hide his growing boner, but it was useless, especially because you were smiling at him with that warm, sexy smile of yours that made him kneel immediately. he licked his lips and took off his shirt, ready to enjoy the best gift anyone could've given him in 24 years.
it was raw, messy, and definitely dirty. haechan was a perverted motherfucker with thousands of fantasies â you knew that â but having sex with him took things to another level.
he was always suggesting beach dates or pool days at his house because he wanted to see you in a swimsuit, or suggesting showering together â "jokingly," according to himâ to save water. you caught his hints, obviously, and it just fueled you to tease him more. but now that he had the chance, he wouldn't let it go to waste.
he had you completely open for him, your legs spread â caged by his own â in front of the mirror. the sheets were drenched, as was his face, and you were already drooling, babbling something haechan couldn't care less about. he was too focused on your dripping core, which made obscene noises every time his palm connected with it. your grip was so tight on his thigh that your fingerprints marked his flesh.
"you didn't know what you were getting yourself into, baby..." he grinned, watching your dishevelled reflection. your eyes faltered for a moment, making you close them, and haechan stopped, making you whine. "nuh-uh, what did i say? keep your eyes on the fucking mirror and i keep going." he held your jaw, making you open your eyes and look at yourself. the shame had long since vanished, replaced by pure, raw pleasure and inhibition.
"but... it's too much, hyeok..." you whined, trying to catch his hand on your jaw, but it was futile. you could see his mocking grin.
"yeah? too much? then i should stop, huh? i don't wanna hurt my queen." as soon as the words left his lips, your eyes widened and a single tear rolled down your cheek in desperation. he'd been edging you for the past two hours, filling you with promises of making you feel good, satisfied, and giving you as many orgasms as you wanted â and he did, once. haechan made you squirt the first time and then... left you high and dry, begging for more. this wasn't how you'd imagined your christmas eve to be going.
"chan, please..." you whimpered, feeling his fingers circling your clit. "let meâcum..." you gulped before letting out a stream of pleas. when you felt his lips pressing softly against yours, you knew he'd finally let you release.
"now, that wasn't so hard, was it?" your moans grew louder when he inserted three fingers without warning, moving at a quick pace, curling inside you. "let it go, baby, give me another one. be a good girl and give me another one."
Jaemin
right, okay, you caught him. no handmade or expensive gift could beat yours. he leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, admiring the stunning view before him. his smirk wouldn't fade as he walked toward you, ready to unwrap his gift. he wanted this to be the night of your life. fuck christmas at this point â you were his special event, and he would make it unforgettable.
"nana..." you whimpered, feeling your orgasm building. your boyfriend didn't hear, still devouring you like a starved man.
you'd been in this position for almost an hour now, lying in bed while Jaemin had his face buried between your thighs. before that, he'd explored your whole body with his hands, lips, and tongue. every inch of you had been kissed, licked, and nibbled. he made sure you felt special and loved â because you are.
"just one more, baby... i can't get enough of you..." he growled before diving in again. you gripped his hair, moaning loudly when he slipped two fingers inside you, fucking you while sucking on your clit.
jaemin wasn't even fully naked yet, still wearing his pants, having only removed his shirt because you'd begged. you needed to see him, to mark him. and there he was â your masterpiece, your gorgeous boyfriend covered in hickeys and love bites, just as he'd done to you. but you wanted more. you wanted to touch him, feel him, give him the same pleasure he was giving you â even more â but he wouldn't let you. not now. he was just too drunk in you to let you move.
just as he'd learned everything about you, he knew you were close â he'd seen the signs twice before â so he worked to overwhelm your senses. you came, releasing into his mouth once again, gripping his hair and chanting his name. he licked you clean before rising to hover over you, kissing your lips and letting you taste yourself.
"can my baby handle more?" he smirked. "i still have plenty of ideas to make this christmas eve unforgettable." he wiggled his eyebrows, making you laugh and playfully slap his arm. soon he crawled off the bed, stripping off his remaining clothes. you glanced at him, noticing a darker spot on his boxers. "yeah... i might have cum just from tasting you..." you scoffed. "what? you're absolutely fucking delicious, baby. how could i not when i had my face buried in fucking heaven?"
Chenle
fuck. you had just broken him. heâd lost count of how many wet dreams heâd had about you, how many nights heâd jerked off thinking about your scent, your taste. and god, he hated it. he had you. he didnât need to fuck his fist like some desperate, virgin high schooler. but he couldnât bring himself to rush you, couldnât risk making you feel forced. so he waited. and now, this moment? it was everything. it didnât take much for him to lose control, pouncing on you like a man starved.
from the very beginning â from the day you slapped his face â he knew you were it. his perfect girl. the one heâd love until the end of time, marry, have kids with, and spend forever building a life alongside. it was always you.
and now, having you like this â sprawled out on the bed, back arched, skin glistening with sweat, lips parted as the sweetest, most intoxicating sounds spilled from them â he felt like the luckiest man alive. he was making you his, satisfying you in every way a real man should â your man should.
your legs were wrapped tightly around his waist as he thrust into you with an almost desperate pace. yeah, chenle had imagined making slow, tender love to you, but his urgency wouldnât allow it. he needed to feel you, to claim you, to pour everything he had into you.
âchâchenle, fuck!â you gasped, fingers gripping the bedsheets for dear life. his cock was hitting every perfect spot inside you, and the pressure from his thumb on your clit was enough to drive you mad. why had you waited so long to let him have you like this?
âis it that good, baby?â his teasing voice only made you whine louder. he wasnât even trying; it was almost unfair how effortlessly he could ruin you. you nodded breathlessly, and he leaned down, biting your lower lip before capturing your mouth in a searing kiss. your arms found their way around his neck, pulling him closer â as if he wasnât already impossibly close. you were on the edge, desperate to fall over with him.
âdonât pull out, pleaseâŠâ you managed to whisper, your voice shaky as your release took over. your walls clenched around him, and you buried your face in his neck, biting down to muffle the intensity of your orgasm.
ânot like i planned to,â he growled, his thrusts growing erratic. just a few more, and he spilled inside you, filling you to the brim as youâd begged him to. even then, he stayed, making sure he gave you everything he had.
âdo you think weâll be celebrating three months of our gift next christmas?â his cheeky tone earned him a playful slap on the back, and you shook your head, laughing softly.
âchenle, itâs too soon for that.â you brushed a hand through his damp hair, pressing a soft kiss to his shoulder. âbut merry christmas, love.â
Jisung
boy would be shocked. he didn't even blink for a full minute. the only sign he was "alive" besides his breathing was his quickly growing tent. he didn't notice his body's reaction until you touched him. he whined softly, letting you take control and lead him however you wanted. but when he realized he could fully enjoy his gift, something snapped inside him.
you had been teasing him from the start â whispering sweet nothings in his ear, touching all his sensitive spots, guiding his large hands over your body to untie the ribbon around your chest. when you were fully exposed to him, his hands engulfed your breasts, squeezing them as he prepared to taste them, until you stopped him.
he whined, frowning as he watched you sink to your knees, running your hands along his thighs. "darling, what are you doing, let meâfuck..." the words died on his tongue when you wrapped your pretty lips around him through his boxers. it was the hottest sight he'd ever seen of you, and he was losing control.
you teased him with your tongue while squeezing him, maintaining eye contact as he pleaded for more. you could feel him throbbing against your tongue as he whispered his desperate pleas. he felt ready to burst without proper stimulation. he was begging for it â begging for you. but you weren't ready to give in just yet.
that led to your current position â bent in half, completely exposed, with jisung's tall frame hovering over you as he moved frantically. the thin chain around his neck swayed with each thrust, brushing against your face.
"fuckâsorry, love. am i hurting you?" he whimpered. you managed a faint "no." taking that as encouragement, jisung sat up, lifted your hips, and continued his movements while stimulating your sensitive spot.
you were so aroused that the sounds were obscene and loud enough to make you blush. you'd never been this vulnerable with anyone before, and being this way with your shy boyfriend made you both embarrassed and deeply satisfied. his soft sounds merged with the wet noises, bringing you closer to the edge.
finally, he finished, every muscle in his body relaxing as he let out a satisfied groan, his head falling back. when you opened your eyes, jisung was hovering over you again. "you're so pretty..." he murmured, losing himself in your eyes before adding shyly, "but i finished inside..."
"don't worry. we're safe," you whispered against his lips. "merry christmas, ji."
"merry christmas, my darling," he smiled before kissing you.
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The moment I could see it - Part 4
Pairing: Max Verstappen x Ariel Cane (Original Character)
Summary: 5 Times that Gianpiero Lambiase thinks that Ariel Cane and Max Verstappen are weirdly similarâŠand 1 time he is just happy that the two of them are no longer pining after each other.Â
Warnings:Â
GP's POV, mention of cancer, mention of parent's death
Author Notes:Â I am back to my old tricks...which means I write from the most random of POV's just because. (I once wrote a chapter from a dog's POV so like, GP doesn't even really count.
Quite frankly⊠GP had expected fireworks.Â
He had expected Max and Ariel to have explosive disagreements. He had expected her to give up 6 months in. He had expected them to clash at every turn. A battle of wills.
What he hadn't expected however...was the fact that the two of them needed less than 2 months to be completely and utterly besotted with each other.
Or Best Friends as they had titled themselves.
They got along creepily well. They didn't have disagreements. Or if they had, then they didnât have them anywhere GP or any other staff member was privy too.Â
Max and Ariel had an almost...terrifying dynamic. It was like they were on the same wave length, like they thought the same things at exactly the same time.
And the way Max would look at her sometimes...
It was like he was mesmerized.
But more than that...Max also actually... listened to her.Â
She could say something to him and he would actually stop and think about it. She had a way to say things to him that made the cogs in his brain spin and Max actually reconsidered. It was almost unbelievable.
Max Verstappen: renowned wild child, and international racing car river⊠Was hanging on the words of a young, attractive girl. Not only hanging on her words, but taking them into account and adjusting his behavior according to them.
GP sometimes wished he could bottle some of that when Max was being unreasonable to him.Â
But it seemed to be something that was justâŠutterly Ariel.Â
Ariel who turned the mighty Dutch Lion off the race track into a domesticated kitten that looked at her adoringly and who GP had found more than once in his driverâs room napping with his head in her lap, while Ariel drew her fingernails over his scalp and answered her emails one-handed.Â
Max clearly wasnât the only one who was besotted.Â
That was the part that was most concerning to GP. The fact that Ariel seemed to be just as head over heels for Max as Max was for her.
It was a mind-boggling turn of events. Gianpiero still had a bit of trouble wrapping his head around it, and it had been almost one and a half years since these two started working together.
It was crazy. It was insane. It almost felt surreal.
But there was no denying it. Max Verstappen was actually paying attention to Ariel's opinions and advice.
GP still couldn't decide if he was impressed, confused, scared or all of the above.
The rest of the team spent much of the 2020 season not worried about a global pandemic but wondering when the two of them would figure things out. GP had to admit, he and the other members of the team had more pressing things to worry about than the relationship between Max and Ariel. Between dealing with the restrictions and disruptions caused by the global pandemic, as well as Max Verstappen's actual races, there was plenty to worry about.
However, the ongoing...whatever was going on between the two of them was a frequent topic of conversation.
"Do you think they're dating?" one of the mechanics would ask.
"Nah, they're just friends," another one would reply.
"No way, there's something going on there," yet another person would chime in.
The constant chatter and speculation about Max and Ariel's relationship went on for months.
"I bet they're dating in secret," one of the engineers would say.
"Not a chance, they're just friends," a press officer would counter.
"I don't know, they seem pretty cozy together," a member of the marketing team would chime in.
It was like a never-ending game of âguess the relationship statusâ.
And then... Silverstone 2021 happened.
Gianpiero still winced when he thought about that day.Â
It was one of the most intense and stressful races of the season. The mood around the Red Bull team was tense as the race unfolded. Everyone was on edge as they watched Max battle it out with Lewis. And then Max and Lewis Hamilton had come into contact.Â
GP watched as the two cars came together at Copse corner, a sickening feeling of dread settling in the pit of his stomach.
The Mercedes was fine. The Red Bull careened into the wall.
GP would never forget those moments after the crash. The seconds that ticked by as they waited for confirmation that Max was alive and conscious. The silence, as everyone in the team held their breath, waiting for news.
He didnât know how Ariel had reacted to it. He ha been so focused on the radio an the life stream to the accient sight, that Ariel hadnât been on his mind.Â
He did later hear that Ariel had been waiting in the medical tent by the time Max had been brought in there⊠that she had been in the hospital with him, when they had scanned his brain and sent him back to the hotel with a concussion and bruises but thankfully, gloriously aliveâŠ
The next morning he showed up at Maxâs hotel room with definitely nutritionist unapproved cinnamon rolls and coffe, because the guy had nearly died, so the least he deserved was a sugar rush.Â
Ariel was the one who answered the door.
There, standing in the doorway to Max's hotel room, was Ariel. She wore a simple t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, and her hair was tousled, indicating that she had just woken up.
GP blinked, momentarily taken aback by her presence. "Ariel," he said, his voice carefully neutral. "Is...Max still asleep?"Â
He was also quite sure that she was wearing Maxâs shirt because it was too big for her, hanging loosely off her slender frame.
âI would be, but somebody insisted on waking me every hour,â came the grumbling voice of Max from inside the room.Â
GP quirked an eyebrow at Ariel, who just rolled her eyes. He couldn't help but notice the look of fondness on Ariel's face even as she rolled her eyes in response.
âGood Morning, GP, I hope you slept well,â she greeted him drily, opening the door for him to enter the room.Â
âAnd just for the record, it was Doctorâs orders because of his concussion,â Ariel explained.Â
It made sense, but still...GP couldnât help but find it slightly amusing that Ariel was the one who was apparently tasked with waking Max up every half-hour.
Max sat on the bed, still looking a bit groggy. He gave GP a sleepy nod in greeting, while Ariel closed the door behind him.Â
GP couldnât help but notice the domesticity of the scene. The two of them just woken up, in Maxâs hotel room, and Ariel...wearing Maxâs shirt. He returned Max's sleepy nod and turned his gaze towards Ariel, who leaned against the closed door with a fond yet slightly weary expression.
As he observed the domestic scene in front of him, GP couldnât help but notice how...natural and effortless they seemed together. Max, still weary and in his pajamas, and Ariel, wearing his shirt, standing by his side.
"How are you feeling?" GP inquired, addressing Max. His eyes flicked between the two young people in front of him, trying to gauge the situation.
Max shrugged, running a hand through his messy hair. "Like Lewis Hamilton shunted me into a wall," he replied his voice quiet.
GP gave a sympathetic wince at that. "That bad, huh?"
Max nodded, a grim expression on his face. "Yeah, that bad," he said gruffly. "My head feels like it's been used as a boxing bag, and my back is killing me."
GP grimaced again. "Well, that's to be expected. You took a pretty hard hit."
He paused, studying Max's face for a moment before adding, "I know the doctors said you'll be okay, but you scared us all there for a bit."
Max grunted in acknowledgment, "Yeah, I guess I did." He looked a bit sheepish for a moment before returning his gaze to GP. "Sorry for worrying everyone," he muttered, but there was a hint of humor in his eyes, like he was secretly pleased with the attention.
Gianpiero gave a dry chuckle. "No need to apologize. You didn't plan on getting shunted into a wall, after all."
He glanced around the room, taking in the mess of clothes, blankets, and various medical supplies scattered around the bed.
"Looks like you have a good nurse keeping you company, though," he noted, shooting a look at Ariel.
She was still standing by the door, her head propped up against it lazily, watching the two men with a small, fond smile.
Max's mouth curled into a smirk. "The best nurse there is," he said with a shrug. âEven when she has a horrible bedside manner,â Max added drily.Â
"Yeah, and you told me to fuck off," Ariel shot back.
A smirk tugged at the corner of GPâs mouth as he watched the exchange between the two.
Max reached out and patted the bed beside him, signaling for Ariel to sit down. She pushed off the door and padded over, sitting down beside Max and letting him wrap an arm around her.
GP found himself raising an eyebrow at the sight, taking notice of how comfortable and natural the gesture seemed to be for these two.
GP couldnât deny it; the sight of Maxâs arm wrapped around her like it was the most natural thing in the world, didnât surprise him as much as it shouldâve. There was something about their dynamic that was strangely magneticâŠand a little disconcerting.
Max grumbled a bit, but there was no heat in his voice. "You deserved it," he muttered. "Who the fuck wakes someone up every hour after a concussion?"
Ariel rolled her eyes, a hint of amused irritation in her tone. "Someone who doesn't want your brain to leak out your ears," she shot back. "And I don't have a horrible bedside manner, you're just a pain in the ass when you're concussed."
Max huffed in mock affront, feigning offense. "I'll have you know, I'm a model patient when I'm concussed," he said, a hint of amusement in his voice. GP let out a snort, silently disagreeing with Max's statement.
"Yeah, right," Ariel said, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "Because a model patient throws a pillow at the person trying to wake them up every hour."
Max shrugged, looking entirely unapologetic. "You shouldn't have said I was being cranky," he said with a sly grin.
Ariel rolled her eyes again, a hint of fond irritation in her expression. "I was only being honest," she said dryly. "You were being grumpy and moody and impossible to deal with."
Max feigned offense once more. "Grumpy and moody?" he repeated, sounding offended. "I wasn't being grumpy and moody! I was just...in pain. And tired."
Ariel shot him a disbelieving glance. "That's just a nice way of saying grumpy and moody," she pointed out. Gianpiero quietly chuckled, finding their banter quite entertaining.
Max pouted, his lower lip sticking out in a pouty expression that would have look silly on most people. On him, it looked...well, adorable. "I was being justifiably grumpy," he protested, and yet there was a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
Quite frankly, GP had expected Max to be...well, furious about the crash. About the fact that he had had pole position and would have probably stoo on the podium if not actually won....
GP wouldâve been furious if he were in Maxâs shoes...but Max wasnât angry. He seemed more resigned than anything, and strangely...comfortable. GP had to wonder if it was because of Arielâs presence by his side.
There was something about Max when he was around her, like a transformation from his usual hotheaded, fiery self, to a calmer, gentler version of himself
"You seem surprisingly calm for someone who was on track to win the race before you were shunted off the track," GP noted, fixing Max with a curious glance. "I thought you would be angrier," he said carefully.
GP studied Max curiously, noting the slight wince of pain on his face as he shifted on the bed. Max's response was a nonchalant shrug, coupled with a grimace. "Oh, I am angry," he replied gruffly, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "But somebody really smart has to me, that being pissed off won't change anything. It's not going to un-crash the car or heal my head."
GP couldnât help but let out a dry chuckle at that. Maxâs grumbling response combined with the way he looked so disgruntled and resigned was rather amusing. "Somebody really smart, huh?" he repeated, looking pointedly at Ariel.
Maxâs mouth curled into a half-smile, and he shot a sideways glance at Ariel. "Yeah, somebody really smart," he said with a hint of emphasis. Gianpiero noticed the way Max looked at her, a mixture of affection and something else in his eyes.
"And she also reminded me that nothing would hurt Mercedes more than to lose the championship," Max continued. âLooking back wonât help me win either.âÂ
GPâs eyebrows rose. "So...you're going to win the championship out of spite?" GP inquired, half-joking.
Max shrugged, a wicked grin on his lips. "Why not?" he said, his voice almost nonchalant. "If it'll really piss Mercedes off, I'm all for it. Plus, I get a championship. Win-win situation, right?"
"Powered by spite and Red Bull," Ariel said with some amusement.
Gianpiero chuckled at that, watching as Max nodded in agreement. "Nothing like a little spite and Red Bull to fuel a championship win," he agreed with a grin.
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thinking about how eddie munson probably has a ridiculous collection of guitar picks. little jars of them. some collected at shows, some he picked up for a nickel at the only local music shop he's ever trusted to do work on his Sweetheart, some he was gifted for free at his local record shop that he's been frequenting for years now. the little old man running the record shop even gets excited when new vinyls are sent out with promotional merch, and he knows it's a band or musician eddie is into. probably even called eddie in at times and handed him a handful of metallica themed pics, hardly worth much, but solely because "i knew you like them and will find a good use for these, son".
my point is, he's got a pick for every occasion. shitty plastic thin ones for just fucking around with. thicker, nicer ones that might have been proper holiday gifts to him. the kind that are meant to hook on his fingers like rings (he tried using them a few times, especially for rifts, but ended up saying he played better when he felt the strings against his skin instead while picking away). novelty ones, ones that just looked plain cool. so on and so forth.
and he's got his collection just sitting in little jars across his room. he used to keep them in other things, like old ash trays or tin cans he'd cut and mold to be good containers. but then he started dating you, and you insisted on lending him any empty jars you weren't using. you had your own collections in yours: pretty stones found down by the creek, bottle caps of the sodas you and eddie get every time you stop at the gas station right on the edge of town by lover's lake - you even had one of every single crumpled up note eddie had ever given you over your time of dating. a few jars of those, actually. so what was lending him a few spares? at this point, the jars were a collection in themselves, and... well... it was prettier to see his vast collection in those glass jars anyways. being able to pick out the vibrant tones of the guitar pick you'd been with him as he'd purchased two weeks prior, or the pick from the show you'd gotten him tickets to last christmas. it was nice. a cute reminder of time spent, of what made eddie munson tick.
the important thing is, eddie munson isn't blind. he sees the way you look at that collection, especially after he fills the jars with it.
how some days, he'll be strumming away on his guitar, softly humming, and you'll just grab a jar to pick through. interrupting his nonsensical playing to ask him where he got one you didn't recognize, sometimes asking for the stories behind ones he knew you already knew. he'd caught on to the way you just liked hearing him talk, especially about the things he cared most about.
you also really, really liked the pick he wore as a necklace. it was probably your favorite in his collection, and you knew it was his favorite too. giving it as a gift to you was never an option, because it had been given as a gift to him originally by his mom.
so he does the next best thing.
he figures out your favorite pick in his collection. the one you always go back to, the one you ask for the story behind on a nearly weekly basis. one similar to the one always resting against his collarbones. pearly sheen, marbled tones, a slow indent the shape of his thumb being worn into the old tortoiseshell. it's a little less red, a little bit brighter, and he can't even strum it against his strings anymore without thinking of you. it's somehow become his lucky pick - the pick he cherishes most aside the one from his mom.
and the one he chooses to turn into a necklace, for you.
does it all himself. carefully piercing a hole through the top just like his own, picks out a nice chain that costs two paychecks of his, takes an old pocket knife to it and spends weeks carving your initials into the shiny material. he's gentle as hell with it, finishing it off with some gold paint to fill in the carving that matches the chain and swirling tones of the picks.
a week before christmas he nearly backs out of the gift idea, and almost begs wayne to help him go to the mall and pick out some other basic but safe gift for you. a perfume/cologne, a nice sweater, anything. wayne refuses to let him, and the only thing the gentle old man will offer is a nice box for eddie to place that necklace born of love into.
the look on your face on christmas morning, sitting in the center of the munson's living room, on the verge of happy tears as you lift the homemade necklace so gently, soothes away every single doubt ever had about it all.
and the look on wayne's face is a simple, caring, stern vision of i told you so.
#eddie munson#eddie munson x you#eddie munson headcanon#eddie munson blurb#im just thinking about him#stranger things#he'd be so proud of it#his cheeks would start to hurt from how infectious your grin was#you'd be so excited like 'fuck yes we MATCH'#wayne probably makes eddie cry later that night#in the kitchen as they finish making the dinner for the three of you#bringing up his mom#saying how she'd be proud of how good you are for eddie and how good he is to you#how she'd probably be obsessed with the fact you two are matching#maybe even comment on how nice it is that you keep eddie in check with having a little variety in his music taste as he gets older#i can also picture the fact that maybe some of your favorite artists were also hers#how sometimes eddie sort of feels like she sent you to him#anyways#YEAH#this is messy and a long continuous boring thought#do with it what you will since i haven't had time to write my holiday stories yet <3
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