#i'm excited for them to interact i'll say it

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phil’s sci-fi project forever in my heart (1, 2)

[musical-chick-13]

TRULY I recommend writing a story that's kind of strange and about something very niche, because everyone following this has been so kind to me 😭😭

[revolutionsingingintherainnn]

Through Their Eyes ༘˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚

Summary: lando and yn’s relationship through other people’s eyes

𝄞 ln x reader 𓇢𓆸

𝄞 fluff 𓇢𓆸

masterlist ☾☼

charles’ version

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

carlos

carlos had known lando since he was nineteen. being teammates with him made carlos realise that they had a lot of common interests, and their sense of humour matched, and in the blink of an eye, lando had become one of carlos' best friends. there wasn't a day that went by without carlos or lando talking to each other, and there wasn't a day that went by without the two learning something new about each other.

carlos prided himself on the fact that he could read lando pretty well. y/n was lando's age and had joined mclaren as part of their hospitality intern. she was not supposed to have much interaction with the drivers, especially considering that she was an intern. her main jobs on some days was to make coffee runs.

fortunately, the coffee runs were what brought lando and y/n closer.

"coffee for you, mr sainz, and coffee for you, mr norris," she had said when she put two cups down in front of them.

carlos had watched as lando was about to make a joke but seemed lost as he stared at the woman and then back at the cup, and back at the woman.

he decided to be a good friend in that moment and save the awestruck boy, "unfortunately, lando doesn't have coffee. he only likes milk. he's still a little boy,"

y/n had laughed, and carlos had watched again with a smirk as lando stared at her with the biggest smile on his face. "i'll be back with a glass of milk then,"

it had become a running joke between the three of them, and soon she had started accompanying them to races as well. in the two years that she had interned with mclaren, she had spoken to almost driver on the grid, and carlos had watched how y/n and lando had slowly become friends. though, friends would be a more appropriate word instead of saying 'lando followed her around and just stood behind her, lost in his daydreams while she spoke to the drivers'.

carlos had watched how lando was always including her in conversations where she stood near the wall, how he pushed her to give her opinion. he had watched how lando slowly helped her build her confidence as she began to become more sure of herself and her abilities.

carlos had also watched how she was always the first one to tell lando that he had done a good job. she sat with him whenever he reviewed all the places he went wrong and had to be better at. she helped him understand the right places for making jokes, and the kind of jokes. he had watched how y/n had slowly helped build lando's confidence.

carlos and lando had a similar humour, but he found very quickly that lando and y/n's humour were exactly the same. they had inside jokes and eyes that laughed every time they looked at each other. they had soft touches and fingers that always grasped the air in the end.

the night of one of the races, when people had left, and only a few were remaining, carlos had been looking for lando to tell him about the golfing range that they could try out during the two weekends they had free. he had walked around looking his friend, even calling out his name. eventually, he found him sitting on the curb of the track with y/n.

they had their masks off, and were sitting close to each other. considering that they were the only two people around, carlos had not reminded the two to wear their masks.

the two had been laughing and giggling and leaning, and carlos walked a little closer to listen to what they were talking about.

"what'cha gonna do for the next two weeks?" lando had asked. it was quiet, and they were quieter, but carlos could still hear them.

"actually, i've been so excited to tell you about it! so, you know how i joined mclaren as an intern, and well, i'm still at a beginner level because i told you that i didn't want to do this forever?" she had seemed excited.

lando had only nodded, still staring at her. it made carlos wonder if lando was actually listening to what was being said.

"so, i've been doing some research, because i finally figured out what i'm going to do with my life. my parents only let me do this because i was interested in formula one, and i wanted a break after high school. though, admittedly, the break was supposed to be just a gap year, ended up being two-three years, but that's fine-"

y/n was cut off, because lando had finally gotten the courage and kissed her. carlos' mouth fell open. lando had confided in him about his crush on y/n, but carlos knew long before that. hell, carlos had known from the very first moment possible.

she had kissed him back, and carlos turned around with a smile on his face as he gave them some privacy.

just as he was leaving, he heard y/n's voice sounding heartbroken, and stopped short.

"lan, i'm going back to university. that's what i wanted to tell you."

"what?"

"i was talking to the drivers the other day about their childhood and what they faced, what you went through. max with his dad, lewis with the bullying, all of that. i realised then that i wanted to study child psychology. i want to be a child psychologist."

"oh. so, when are you leaving?"

"i gave my resignation letter this morning. i found a good university in london too. i applied a while back, and i got in."

"you got in."

"i got in, lan!" she was trying to be excited, carlos knew.

"that's amazing, y/n, congratulations,"

carlos turned around to peek, just a little bit, and saw the two embracing. he watched as lando tried to hide his tears, and y/n, who couldn't stop smiling. he watched as lando found his eyes, and carlos didn't know what to do in that moment.

"it doesn't have to change anything. i mean, i know i won't be there for race weekends and at the mtc and stuff, but i'm here for you." y/n said.

the two pulled back. y/n frowned at the tears on lando's face, and gently wiped them off. carlos feared what was going to happen to their friendship now.

"and, i mean, if the kiss wasn't a fluke, i'd like it again. and maybe every time i see you next?" y/n said, smiling, hoping, and carlos sighed in relief. yeah, the kids were going to be okay.

he could hear lando laughing as he walked back inside. lando was going to marry y/n, carlos could bet his life on it.

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daniel

when daniel had joined mclaren, there was one thing that he saw and was sure of right from the first day: no one could handle lando norris like y/n y/l/n.

he had spoken to her, and was good acquaintances with her. he knew that she had been working with mclaren for a year. lando and y/n seemed to be better friends than lando and carlos were, and that was a tough duo to break.

daniel felt awkward with lando at first. the two had barely anything in common, and combine it with their ten year age gap, it felt almost impossible to bond with the boy over something. both of them felt awkward at first, and both of them knew it.

y/n was perceptive, though, daniel had to agree. she had forced lando and daniel into a room and gave them an hour. that did wonders for the new teammates, because by the end of it, they had become so much more comfortable with each other and just couldn't stop laughing.

that was when daniel started noticing more about lando and y/n's friendship. the way that she was always the first one there to congratulate him, and the last person he saw before he left the garage for a race. the way that he always looked for her, even when he was working.

at first, daniel couldn't understand the impact that a young 20 year old woman could have on a young 20 year old man. their lives were just starting, yet somehow, with them, it felt like their lives had reached the stage of contentment with each other.

when lando first launched quadrant, daniel had watched how y/n had surprised him with wearing the merch and proudly showing it off. he had watched and smiled at how lando had gotten so excited, he had picked her up as he cheered, "you're wearing quadrant! you're wearing my merch!"

she was there for all of the races at first, in the mclaren uniform. daniel had watched how she would talk to him before every race. daniel didn't know what they were talking about, but it always had a laugh and it always ended up with a hug. he honestly thought that y/n was a witch, with the way she could calm down the hyperactive boy. no one that daniel had seen had that effect on lando the way y/n did.

and then, after a point, y/n stopped coming to races. and, daniel wondered if lando and her had had a falling out. he didn't know if he should approach his teammate about it, because it could be a sensitive topic.

two races gone by, and y/n hadn't come. lando had looked upset during those weekends, and he always disappeared right before the race and right after. after one particular race, daniel decided to suck it up and ask.

"why doesn't y/n come anymore?" he blurted out. it wasn't the way he wanted to go about it.

lando smiled softly, and daniel wasn't sure what that smile meant, "she quit. she went back to studying. goes to a university in london."

daniel didn't know that.

"are you guys still in touch?" daniel tried to be as casual as possible, but he wasn't sure if he was doing a good job.

lando's smile got bigger, and daniel took it as a good sign, "yeah, we're in touch. we talk before and after races, and pretty much any time that we're free,"

"that's good to hear," the conversation had ended there.

daniel now knew what his teammate did before and after races when he disappeared.

the silverstone race was when he had finally seen y/n again. lando hadn't seen her yet, and y/n had looked jittery. spotting her, daniel approached her.

"hey, i haven't seen you in so long!" daniel exclaimed.

the two hugged briefly, "oh my god, it's so good to see you! i've just been so busy with uni. finally a race that i could attend,"

"missed us, did you?" daniel teased.

"so so so much," y/n said, and the two laughed.

daniel watched from over y/n's head as lando, who had initially been talking to one of his mechanics pause and turn around, as if he had heard her laugh. daniel continued his conversation with y/n, while also watching lando's reaction. he was looking around, a frown on his face. if daniel had to compare lando's reaction to something, it would be to a dog who could suddenly sniff his favourite treat from somewhere.

just as y/n was about to say something, daniel watched lando finally spotting her in her ln4 merch, before practically screaming, "y/n!"

y/n turned, her eyes lighting up, and lando ran from the other side, dodging people. daniel took a few steps back, wanting to give the two friends some space.

lando's arms had immediately wrapped around her waist, and he picked her up. his face was buried in her neck, and all he said was her name. okay, friends definitely did not hug like that.

pulling back from the hug, lando kissed her. daniel's mouth fell open in shock. y/n had kissed him back, before she pulled away, laughing. lando put her down on the floor again, and pressed kisses all over her face, whispering in between, "you're here, you're here, you're actually here, i'm so happy right now,"

noticing a cameraman approaching, daniel softly said, "cameras, guys,"

taking a deep breath, lando took a step back, folding his arms, "thanks, dan,"

"no problem. now, wanna tell me what's going on here?" his teasing tone only made the two grin bigger.

"we started dating my last night in mclaren," y/n said softly.

"i bet lando cried. finally kissed a girl, didn't you?"

"i did actually cry," lando said, and the three laughed.

kyle, lando's mechanic called out, and daniel bid goodbyes to lando and y/n. he turned heading back, looking back just once to see lando's arm across y/n's shoulders, and y/n's arm circling his waist as they walked to where kyle was.

daniel hadn't seen lando look that happy since y/n had stopped coming for races. something about him had changed. he looked more confident and pleased. he looked as if he could hold the world on his shoulders if he wanted to.

his confidence was seen on the track as well. despite losing two places, lando was happier than most, and daniel knew that just the presence of y/n could have that effect on him.

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max f

max remembered the day lando had called him, excited to tell him about a girl he had met and how carlos, she, and lando had joked around, and how beautiful her laugh was.

he remembered the blush on lando's cheeks and how excited he was. he denied liking her at that time, but no one ever called their best friend to talk about a woman for forty five minutes just to later claim that he didn't have a crush on her.

max had been apprehensive of the woman at first. lando was new to formula one, and he was bound to get famous. from what lando had told max, she was an intern, the same age as them. lando was a trusting fellow, and max felt the need to look out for his friend.

the first time lando had introduced y/n and max to each other, the two were just friends. though, the first meeting proved that max had no reason to be worried. y/n was quick with her witty responses like lando always was. she put up a good fight every time. their banter was entertaining, and y/n knew just how to keep lando on his toes.

they understood each other quite well too. max remembered when after a particularly bad race, the two were on a facetime call, where lando was explaining all that he could have done better, and max giving his inputs. their conversation had been interrupted when a knock on lando's hotel room was heard.

"might be carlos," lando had mumbled, before leaving max on his bed, staring at the ceiling. max could still hear everything, though.

"carlos, i don't feel like-" he heard lando's voice cut off.

"surprise!" a woman's voice, y/n's, was heard.

"what are you doing here?" lando had asked.

"well, i read somewhere that cookies and brownies fixed everything. but, i couldn't find enough ingredients for one particular thing, so i made brookies!" her voice was louder, and max assumed that she had entered the room.

suddenly he saw her face pop up on the phone, "hi max!"

"hey, y/n!" max waved at her.

"you baked me something?"

"uh huh. your flight isn't till nine, and i thought that i could help you pack since you're terrible at it, and max, you and me could listen to music and dance around and eat brookies!"

they had done exactly that, y/n and lando trying their best to include max in all their conversations as well. they jumped around, laughed, and ate brookies throughout. max yelled at lando to save some for him, but lando had pretended to not hear, and then y/n had promised to make more for him. lando was smiling again, and even though max knew that he still felt bitter about the race, it had distracted him.

it was silent for a few seconds, only the music playing, when max checked what was going on. he stopped himself from saying anything when he saw lando and y/n locked in a hug. his face was buried in her neck, and her fingers were in his hair. max didn't know what either of them were saying, but lando had a tight grip on her, his knuckles turning white, and y/n just held him.

max knew their relationship would change soon.

and it had.

after the two had gotten together, lando began coming to london more often, even if it was to spend time with y/n. he invited y/n everywhere, whether they went for quadrant shoots, or meeting new people for new business partnerships.

she would come with her textbooks and her laptop, insisting on studying while they did their thing. for the most part, she did study. during the plane ride to wherever they were going, lando and y/n would sit side by side, sharing wired earphones, listening to music while y/n studied. lando would usually stare at her, or play with her hair. during shoots, y/n would be just as enthusiastic as lando, always pushing him for new ideas.

she trusted him insanely too. any time he would drive at a speed that even scared him, max had seen the way y/n would be carefree, throwing her arms in the air and enjoying the wind.

y/n would even help out with designing lando's helmets. the two had a connection that max didn't understand that well. they brought out the best in each other and knew just how to handle the worst too.

max had seen lando more worried about whether y/n had eaten during exam season than he generally was about himself. max had seen lando care for something other than racing and quadrant. it was new and refreshing, and max knew it was a forever kind of deal.

it always was a forever kind of deal with lando and y/n.

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alex and george

alex and george had sort-of grown up with lando. they had raced each other in f2, and had become quick friends. lando used to look upto alex and george, and the boys knew about it.

they had known lando well when he was a young boy, had seen the way he drove, the way he acted, the way he was in general. they had seen his cocky attitude, and as much of a show he put up in front of the media, they knew that he looked upto almost driver that were on the grid as he tried to make a place for himself in between them.

they had seen how low his confidence was, despite being outgoing and getting along with almost everyone he met. he had been their topic of conversation many times, with the two trying to figure out how they could be there for their friend.

it had helped that lando had found a true friend in carlos, and then daniel. it had changed lando, a positive change that both, alex and george were incredibly happy to see. he still blamed himself after races, but carlos, a veteran, reassuring lando had had a greater effect than george and alex. the two men understood why. they had the same amount of experience in formula one as lando, so trying to convince him that he had done a good job wasn't as effective.

lando had really changed, though, after he met y/n. y/n was outgoing, like lando, and she could talk a mile a minute. she seemed to really give max competition when it came to yapping. but, the best thing that she ever did was make lando smile more often. george and alex were grateful for that.

y/n had a way of correcting lando or telling him new information without making him feel dumb. george and alex knew how insecure lando was for never finishing his schooling, unlike oscar. it was a shock to alex and george when lando told them random facts throughout the day. it was a good kind of shock, but a shock nonetheless. they knew almost immediately that it was the work of y/n.

lando had always been humble. online, he was arrogant. but, he knew what he needed to work on, he knew everything he could about his, and he always wanted to know more. george and alex had often teased him about leaving the last on saturdays after the qualifying session.

but, y/n had stayed with him, had encouraged him, and had showed him that even if he failed, he was still good enough. y/n showed him that even if he lost ten positions, he was still good enough as a driver, and as a racer. he deserved to be in f1, something that a lot of people, including george and alex agreed on.

over the years, lando had gotten good at saying what was expected of him. it was often things that he would go and directly tell people to their faces, but always play it off with the media. lando never forgot to remind alex and george how much he respected them, even if they told them in private. they knew that that was lando's way of making sure that they knew he was being sincere.

the world didn't understand it as much, and the media loved to twist all of their words. so, y/n helped him understand. and, y/n helped him grow. and, even though lando was always a good person, y/n made him better everyday.

alex and george often spoke about the difference five years, six years had made in lando. and they could agree that lando was still the same person, but just a little more grown up and a little more focused. it was his own doing, with some help from y/n.

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max v

padel with lando was one of his favourite things to do. lando was competitive, and he made jokes, and he was arrogant and deprecating, and somehow all of it just fit well.

they had a weekend free before the next race, and what better way could there have been than to participate in another sport with the same person who was the contender for the world driver's championship?

they had played for hours, and after the two had completely exhausted themselves, lando invited max over to his apartment for lunch. agreeing, max texted kelly about his lunch plans with lando, and the two drove to lando's apartment their individual cars.

parking, the two went up the elevator, laughing and giggling and gossiping on their way over. just as lando was about to unlock his front door, he paused and turned to max.

"my girlfriend is a little mad at me right now. i kinda paid off part of her university tuition and i didn't tell her, and now she found out, and i'm basically-"

"-fucked. you're basically fucked."

lando opened his mouth to retaliate, but agreed with max. he was fucked.

unlocking the door, lando called out, "babe, we're home!"

y/n appeared from the hallway, "hi, max! how was padel?"

max watched as lando moved towards her with his arms open, almost like a routine of when he comes back home, but y/n dodged his hands and stepped away. lando looked like a puppy who had gotten kicked, and as much as max wanted to laugh at the expression, he did feel a little bad for his friend.

"hey! um, padel was good. i beat lando, 5 games out of 8," he said.

y/n laughed, "that's wonderful. i'll get your lunch set up, so why don't you relax?"

she still hadn't said a word to lando, and as she turned to head towards the kitchen, he watched as lando followed her like a dog on a leash.

max settled on the couch, and tilted his head back, closing his eyes. he tried not to listen, to not eavesdrop on his friend's very private conversation. but they were loud, so technically, it wasn't his fault.

"baby, i'm sorry, i was trying to help!" lando's urgent voice could be heard. he was speaking softly, but in the quiet house, it was still loud enough for max to hear.

"helping means washing the dishes or getting me supplies for my exams! helping does not mean paying off my tuition!" y/n's hushed whisper came next. she was angry.

"but, why can't i just pay for the tuition? i've got the money, you and i are going to end up married anyways! what's mine is yours!" max had to admit, this was probably the first time he had heard lando so sure on marrying someone.

"exactly! you've got the money. not me. lando, i need to be able to survive on my own, and my tuition is my problem. not yours."

"you are surviving on your own! just 'cause i'm here doesn't mean that you can't lean on me for stuff!"

max heard y/n let out a groan of frustration, "i'm not as rich as you are, lando. i'm not a celebrity or a model, i don't have the money. i'm studying to be a child psychologist. this is my future, and my college, including my tuition fees, is my responsibility."

"yeah, well, you are my future. so, you're my responsibility, and that includes your college and your tuition fees and literally everything else in the world." max smiled. maybe lando would not have to sleep on the couch tonight.

it was quiet for a few seconds, the only sound came from the sizzling of the pan.

"darling, i'm sorry i paid your tuition fees without asking or telling you first. you were stressed out about it the other day, and you were telling me how you would have to take extra shifts at the diner, and i just thought that if i have the money for it, why can't i just get rid of that stress of yours? i really just wanted to help, nothing else." lando's voice was soft, and max strained his ears to listen.

"i feel like i'm taking advantage of you," y/n whispered softly. why were they talking so quietly? max couldn't hear a thing properly.

"advantage of me? love, no. you deserve so much more than what i can offer you. i hate that i have to be away for so long because of my job, but you've never complained and you've always supported me. sometimes i'm scared that i'm not showing you just how much i love you,"

"that's why you paid off my tuition. 'cause you wanted to prove that you love me, but you couldn't figure out how to open your mouth and say it to me,"

lando laughed. that was a good sign. it was silent again. maybe they were hugging? max wished he had a visual as well. and some popcorn.

"forgive me?" lando asked softly.

"only if you have ramen with me tonight, and watch tangled with me again,"

he expected lando to groan. he had listened to lando rant about how the movie was ingrained in his brain and how the songs were stuck in his head constantly because of his girlfriend's obsession with the movie.

"deal. i love you," lando said.

"i love you more,"

"not possible,"

"watch me,"

max smiled. lando was not sleeping on the couch tonight, that's for sure.

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oscar

there was time before the first practice race was supposed to start. oscar sat on his side of the garage, but was quickly getting bored. the mechanics and the race engineers were talking and discussing, and oscar really tried to listen to them and participate in the conversation, but all he wanted to do was go out and drive.

sighing, oscar decided to find lando. if there was anyone who could distract him, it was lando. moving over to his garage, oscar looked for lando, and found him standing with his race engineer, will. the two were in deep conversation about something. lando's shoulders were tense, and his fingers were digging into his arms as he had them crossed across his chest.

oscar sighed. he probably shouldn't disturb him, then. it looked like they were talking about something important, and it's not like oscar had anything specific in mind when he came to find lando. he just wanted a distraction and laugh about something, anything.

just as he turned to go back to his side of the garage again, oscar saw y/n. he smiled, and was about to walk over to her so that he could at least strike a conversation with her.

oscar and y/n were good friends. they had a lot of similar interests and often spoke or hung out outside of lando. lily and y/n also got along really well, and that was just another pro in his list.

just as he was about to go talk to y/n, he stopped short, as he watched her open her bag and rummage through it. the paddock pass was hanging from her neck, and the orange cap she wore almost made her invisible to the media.

finally pulling out, what he assumed was a fan, he watched as y/n weaved her way through the crowd and stood behind lando, who was still in a deep conversation with will.

oscar worried for a second. he knew lando well, and he knew y/n well. he knew that lando hated to be disturbed when he was working or when he was focused on something, especially if it was related to improving his performance. he also knew that while y/n always meant well, sometimes, she couldn't figure out the right timings for things. while oscar knew that lando would not yell at her or anything, he still worried that lando would accidentally say something in the heat of the moment that he would regret later, but it would inevitably hurt y/n. she was sensitive and she felt too much for everyone. he didn't want y/n to be hurt.

he stayed still, though. he wasn't sure if it was his place to interfere. it wasn't his relationship, and he was friends with both of them. so, he stayed where he was, and he watched.

he watched as y/n stood behind lando. he watched as will noticed her, smiling just slightly, before turning his attention back to lando. he watched as lando didn't seem to notice that.

he moved a little closer, just so he could make out a little bit of what they were saying.

he watched as y/n started fanning lando, a mischievous grin on her face. he watched as lando's shoulders sagged in relief from the cool air, and then watched him tense up. he watched as lando turned around, wanting to find out where the cool air was coming from, and was met with y/n and her fan.

the couple were laughing now, and lando hooked an arm around her waist and trapped her against him. oscar could see both of y/n's arms against lando's chest as she leaned back to look at him, her hand still clutching the fan.

he watched as the two spoke, far too softly for oscar to hear them. but he saw the smiles on their faces, and the love in their eyes. the fans called him oscar "heart eyes" piastri whenever he looked at lando. if the fans saw lando and y/n right now, "heart eyes" would be an understatement.

he watched as lando pressed a kiss to her lips, and he watched as y/n tucked herself against his chest. he watched as lando and will got back to their conversation. lando's hands were running up and down her back, and oscar watched as lando's shoulders relaxed, and how he wasn't grinding his teeth anymore, and how all the tension that he seemed to keep in his body almost all the time melted away.

in that moment, oscar realised that the things he knew about his teammate/friend and his friend, they knew it better. they knew each other better, and they were stronger like that.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

i may have messed up the timeline a bit somewhere in the start. but, this is one of my favourites that i've ever written! this is my prompt list, so y'all can select a number, give me a driver and i will write it as soon as possible! i also have a google form for a taglist if anyone's interested! you can sent in your requests here :) i'd love your support! https://ko-fi.com/kavi2305

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whatever you do do not allow yourself to become a JoongDunk girlie I promise you FK are safe and good, one minute JD are blatantly not speaking, vague-posting to each other on X the next they're saying obscene things in each others instagram comments. The whiplash is ridiculous 🙃🫨

who doesn't love a good push-and-pull rs with their ships, am i right?

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when another guy calls | ot8

synopsis: stray kids when another guy calls you during sex pairing: ot8!skz x reader (separately) genre: smut warnings: explicit sexual content (18+ recommended), mentions of sex, answering the phone during sex notice: hello, my loves! i am in a smut writing mood, if you cannot tell. please take a look at the inspiration fiction i have linked below (diorcities is so talented so give them some interaction!), and without further ado, enjoy the fiction :)

inspiration: diorcities (fiction is linked! reading it before mine is highly encouraged!) smut under the cut!

✮⋆˙bang chan — "who the fuck is it?" bang chan is normally a sweet, nurturing partner during intimate moments; however, your phone had been buzzing all. night. long. every time he had found himself getting a rhythm, making both himself and you feel on cloud 9, your ringtone would knock him off pace, leaving him feeling frustrated. he snatches your phone off of the bedside table with one hand, still using the other to prop himself up. as he looks at the caller id, a harsh chuckle escapes his lips. "him again? seriously?" without hesitation, he answers the phone, a possessive jealousy coursing through his veins as he puts the call on speaker. he sets the phone on the pillow, right beside your face, before thrusting into you, hard, deep, and quick. loud, desperate moans spill from you, despite your pitiful attempts to keep them muffled. after a few minutes, chan picks your phone back up, only to realize the guy in question had hung up the call. "i think he got the message, baby girl."

✮⋆˙lee know

— "well, would you look who it is," minho quirks an annoyed eyebrow at your phone before his gaze turns to you. an attempted night of lovemaking after lee know had returned home from tour was nothing short of thwarted after an ex-partner of yours had been desperately trying to reconnect. "looks like he really wants your attention, angel," minho says before holding out your phone for you to take. "why don't you give it to him?" you slow your movements on top of minho, ready to answer the call and tell your ex off; however, lee know grabs hold of your hips harshly before you do so, bouncing you up and down his length himself. "i didn't say to stop moving, baby." your heart is pounding in your chest as you resume your movements on your own, answering the phone call as you do so. minho cannot help but giggle as you attempt to stifle your moans and whines as you tell your ex off, muttering a "f-fuck you!" before hanging up the call. you throw your phone down somewhere on the bed before speeding up your pace, drowing out the prior events in pleasure and making minho lose his mind. "someone got a little excited, didn't they?"

✮⋆˙changbin

— "hello?" your body tenses as changbin answers your cell phone; the constant buzzing and ringing while he was trying to worship you had driven him to his limits. now, he figured he would take care of the problem himself, still lightly thrusting in and out of you as he held a conversation with the guy who had ruined his plans. "sorry, buddy. she can't talk right now. she's a bit...preoccupied with me." you feel yourself clench tightly around changbin, causing him to let out a quiet swear. "sure, i'll let her know. take care now." changbin hangs up the phone before immediately blocking the phone number and turning his focus back onto you, railing into you like a man who has been touch starved for centuries. when you questioned what the guy wanted you to know, changbin just smirked, placing a hand at the base of your neck as he held intense eye contact with you. "don't you worry about that, baby. you're mine, not his."

✮⋆˙hyunjin

— "darling, i'm getting tired of this," hyunjin whispers against your core, adorned by a light groan. you were exhausted by it, too. ever since hyunjin had returned home, you could not get a moment of peace for the night without this guy—an old tinder hookup from before you had even met hyunjin—trying to hit you up; you had tried everything, even putting your phone on do not disturb, to which the guy bypassed it every single time. you let out a hearty sigh, both from the asshole's abhorrent actions and the loss of pleasure for the nth time that night. hyunjin noticed your frustration immediately and held out his hand. "hand me your phone, pretty," hyunjin commanded. you did so, but right as you did, your phone had stopped ringing; however, hyunjin had another solution. he scrolled to your camera app, positioning your phone to where the lens could capture the perfect angle of him eating you out. he began recording before delving back into your pussy, not stopping until he had made you cum—albeit, the thrill of being recorded added to your heightened pleasure made it easy for you to finish. at the end of the video, hyunjin cheekily licked his lips before speaking to the guy directly. "don't contact my girlfriend again, you hear me?"

✮⋆˙han

— "this guy can't take a hint, can he?" han shook his head, rolling his eyes as he glanced at the caller id on your phone. an old situationship had been dialing your number for the past, no kidding, thirty minutes. it had started as text messages, asking you to hookup, unaware of your relationship with jisung; however, when you did not respond, it turned to calls. annoying. constant. calls. you were lost in pleasure, too worried about catching your own high to care; han, on the other hand, was irritated that some guy, who with him, you would cross the street to avoid, thought he was entitled enough to interrupt a private moment between him and his lover. thus, jisung quickly grabbed your phone answering the call and, in his mischievous manner, setting it to a facetime call. he flipped the camera on to you, showing the guy just how fucked out you looked beneath him. "smile, baby. you're being recorded," han told you with a laugh before the guy, looking absolutely mortified, hung up the call. you both began to giggle at what had just happened, with han diving down to place a light-hearted, yet passionate kiss to your lips. "he's just jealous i make you feel better than he ever could."

✮⋆˙felix

— "answer the phone, sweetheart," felix dared you, whispering the command in your ear like a sacred mantra. "it's him again, i know it is." felix held out your phone in his hands for you to take, but you violently shook your head, the thought of being heard while being intimate with your boyfriend, more so the thought of struggling to keep the latter fact hidden, too embarrassing to entice. felix tilted his head curiously. "no? hm, guess i'll have to relay the message myself then." without giving you a chance to protest, felix answered the call. right as he muttered 'hello,' he thrusted into you deeply, holding himself there for a few seconds—just long enough to elicit a hearty whine from you. he pulled the phone away from his ear, a finger teasingly over his lips. "don't want him to hear you moaning like a little slut, now do you?" he whispered, pulling out of you before slamming back in, gaining the same reaction. "mm, sorry mate, she's kinda busy right now." felix looked back at you, smirking. "yeah, she's busy then, too. in fact, she's tied up pretty much every day this week. plans with a boyfriend can really get in the way of a social life, y'know?" you could not help but chuckle—weakly but genuinely—at felix's sly revelation of your relationship. "no worries, mate. take care now." as he hung up the phone, he tossed it somewhere within the room and buried himself deeper than ever into your heat. "so loud while i'm on the phone, angel. must've liked me telling him off, yeah?"

✮⋆˙seungmin

— "you have got to be kidding me," seungmin groaned as he heard the familiar buzz. he was buried deep inside of your throat, your lips taking every inch of his length beautifully; yet it was hard to find pleasure in the action when a guy cannot stop blowing up his girlfriend's phone. he grabs your phone off of your charger, answering the call, and handing the phone to you. "go on, love. get rid of him," he commanded slyly, knowing full well you could not talk to him, at least not coherently. you were purely terrified, only being able to mumble out low "mhms" and "mmms", all of which sent vibrations jolting through seungmin's body and caused him to, essentially, fuck your throat as you attempted to hold a conversation with the guy. when seungmin's thighs began to tremble and his mouth opened in a slight 'o' shape, your anxiety spiked, certain he was going to let out a loud, guttural moan as he came; however, as his climax hit, all he could do was laugh coldly, both at your fearful expression and your pitiful attempts at talking to the guy. when he came down from his high, you released him with a wet 'pop!' which you were almost positive was audible, before muttering something about how you had to go and hanging up the phone. seungmin then grabbed your phone and deleted his contact. "no more of him. understand?"

✮⋆˙jeongin

— "what does this guy even want?" jeongin angrily asked, snatching your phone. he read over the text messages the guy had sent you, scoffing as he sat your phone back down. "pathetic," he mumbled, diverting his attention back to your neck, assaulting it lovingly with hickeys, light bite marks, and rough, open-mouthed kisses. you let out a string of soft whimpers as your hips softly grinded against jeongin, his hands guiding your movements in place. just as his hands found their way to the hem of your shirt, preparing to take it off, your phone buzzed once more, causing him to sigh out of frustration and pull away from your neck. only the buzzing continued, making jeongin's tongue prod at his cheek out of annoyance. "are you fucking kidding me? he's calling this time?" jeongin wasted no time in answering the phone, letting out a rough sigh before talking. "hey, man. i don't know if you've noticed or not, but she's not really interested in talking to you, so could you kindly fuck off so i can fuck my girlfriend in peace?" your eyes widened, your mouth went agape, and a few giggles escaped your lips; jeongin paused for a brief minute, rolling his eyes undoubtedly to the guy's response. "wonderful. goodbye." with that, jeongin sat your phone down, his fingers re-finding your shirt hem as he began to gently lift it off. "now, where were we?"

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[bananami]

The One Where Bakugo is Different With You (and your friends kinda called it but are too dumb to fully connect the dots) katsuki x fem!reader

No one understands what it is you did to make him like you. You insist that you didn't do anything. They don't believe you.

Bakugo isn't nice to anyone. He tolerates people. Sometimes. In fact, it's not like he's even nice to you. But he is different. And everyone has noticed.

"That's her seat, get up." He snaps at Mineta as the boy sits down next to him.

"What, she has to sit next to you?"

"Get. Up."

Mineta doesn't hesitate.

You've known him as long as the rest of them, but for some reason he seems softer toward you. Kirishima is the first to bring it up to him.

"Do you like her or something?"

"She's my friend, of course I like her."

"Denki is your friend, you don't like him."

"Hey!" Denki yells from the other side of the couch.

Bakugo just grits his teeth and doesn't respond.

Even when riffing with him, he takes what you say differently than he does with everyone else.

"What if I just cracked this egg over your head?"

He looks down at you. "I'd be impressed that you could reach."

"That hot head would probably fry it." Sero laughs at his own joke.

Sparks began to form from the explosion hero's good hand. "I will blast you out of this building!"

And forget about anyone else asking him for anything. He doesn't really do favors, not unless he's hounded to do them. But for you?

"I'm hungry."

Bakugo stands from the couch and holds out his hand to pull you up with him. "Let's go try the new sushi place down the block."

Or

"I have an interview with the talkshow next week but they want me there at like six in the morning."

He doesn't even look up from his phone, where he's opening his calendar to schedule himself off of work that day. "I'll stay by your place and drive you in the morning."

OR

A bag falls into your lap and the blonde plops down next to you. "They were on sale."

You open the bag to find your favorite candies, letting out an excited squeal. "They've been out the last two weeks."

"I told the guy to call me when he got a box in."

Denki tries to reach his hand out for a box but it's slapped away by the larger blonde. "Touch it or her and I will personally cut off that hand."

And then there's Kirishima's personal favorite interactions to watch. Something Bakugo has done since living in the dorms at UA, through your roommate years where all of you split an apartment to save up money.

Bakugo would get up to leave the room and stop in the doorway, staring directly at you. "Are you coming?"

"Where are we going?"

"Check your phone."

You would look down at your phone and laugh every time. "Are you embarrassed to say it in front of everyone?"

"Shut the fuck up and get over here!"

Everyone could read between the lines, and his blush on his cheeks.

But you'd never officially dated. Anytime any of the friend group would ask about it, you'd both deny it and change the subject. Kirishima and Mina would narrow their eyes in suspicion at you and one another.

"You just treat her different than everyone else." Kiri would point out.

"Friends don't look at each other the way you two do, especially not Bakugo." Mina would accuse.

The answers were always the same.

"Mind your own shitty business." Bakugo would snap.

"You all just look too much into things. He can be nice at times." You would always insist.

It would take all the way up until a random work party Bakugo's agency was holding for the truth to come out. For Denki to walk in on the two of you in the bathroom-

"Practically devouring each other! It was disgusting!"

Bakugo rolled his eyes. His arms rested around the back of the couch with you tucked close into his side. "See this is why we kept it a secret for so many years, you're all being so dramatic about it."

"Years?!" Mina screamed. "How many years has this been a thing?"

You tried to avoid all eye contact with her.

"Since high school." Bakugo replied with ease.

"Since high school?!" Your friends gaped.

"When we were all living in the dorms?" Denki asked.

"Used to meet up on the old training grounds to make out."

"The apartment we all shared?" Kirishima narrowed his eyes.

"Snuck into each other's rooms like every single night, can't believe you guys never caught us then."

"When we all were interning at the same agencies?" Sero threw out there.

"Bribed the scheduling team to put the two of us on the same routes."

"Ok wait, but you guys told us you weren't and you used to talk about the different people you would go on dates with right in front of each other- oh my fucking god." Mina facepalmed.

Bakugo laughed maniacally as you tried to hold yours in.

"So you were talking about each other? Every single time?"

"Every. Single. Time."

Mina sighed. "This is actually insane, I can't believe you never said anything."

"I mean it's not like we should be that surprised, besides," Kirishima chimed in, "it's not like they're secretly engaged to be married or anything, right?"

Silence.

"Right?" Kirishima's smile falters a bit. "Please tell me you two aren't engaged."

Bakugo blinks a few times before responding. "Ok, we're not engaged."

"Bakugo!"

"Did you think I was just really nice to her all the time for no reason?"

[blueberrypancakesworld]

hii hope you're doing okay!! <3 i've just seen bloodlines and i'm absolutely NOT normal about erik, do you think you could write some smut about him, maybe related to that truck scene..... (if you know what i mean!!) if not that's totally okay feel free to ignore this ahah

A kinky discovery

Erik Campbell x fem!reader (girlfriend)

warning : +18, mdni, smut, oral - fem reciving, spanking, tiny teasing, fluff, no use of Y/n

Summary : Being Erik's girlfriend was never going to be boring, whether it was the new tattoos he was showing off, piercings on parts of his body that had a lot to offer or just his slightly weird but loving nature. But there was one side she hadn't seen yet and when she saw Erik flirting with the garbage truck, that interaction stirred something in her that she wanted him to do the same with her.

info : I'm not normal about Erik either, the truck scene showed me so much I wanted to know about Erik and of course you will get your request dear anon, best regards, thanks for the request and enjoy reading ;)

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Her boyfriend Erik was a ray of sunshine, the nice black sheep of the family, with his piercings and tattoos he stood out and yet once you were in a conversation with him you saw his nice, friendly and also funny side.

He was someone you couldn't help but love, not only his family but also his girlfriend, who he had been dating for almost a year.

It was like meeting a fairy tale, both of them reaching for fallen objects and immediately striking up a conversation, it seemed fated that they should meet.

His family the Campbells and the Reyes also welcomed his girlfriend warmly and soon she was spending family parties and celebrations with both of them, everything seemed perfect and it only seemed to get more perfect when she was with the Campbells one sunny afternoon.

After work, she had arranged to meet Erik at his parents' house for dinner, and now she was standing in the kitchen with Bobby and Brenda, peeling vegetables and chopping meat for the stew, “You two are doing a wonderful job,” the older blonde woman said, seeming completely exhilarated by the teamwork.

Bobby was fast and efficient and she cut the meat precisely into small pieces, "Thanks Mom" came from the son who gave her a smile and quickly slipped a lettuce leaf to his pet turtle who was watching its owner in a small glass box opposite.

Paco was cute, small and would live to be decades old, but the tortoise was always the star of the family. Whether in photos, at parties or for strangers, as soon as the animal was brought out, all eyes were on Paco.

“Really cute,” she commented and saw Bobby's grin, who was glad that Erik's girlfriend also liked the reptile so much.

The three of them in the kitchen kept talking animatedly about the upcoming celebrations, the recipe was carefully written down by Brenda and slipped to her, "Then you can cook something hot together," she said with a wink and the heat rose a little on the younger woman's ears.

Brenda seemed enraptured whenever her firstborn brought his fruit, she seemed so proud and happy that her 'special' son was finally living his life the way he wanted, that he had a future together...and maybe a grandchild soon.

She didn't know whether it was a sexual reference or just some kind advice, but in any case she'd had enough of both with Erik, partner time and sex.

She was just about to help Bobby cut the last pieces of meat and wash her hands when she heard voices from outside, "Erik, Stef and Charlie are back, I'll just say hello," she announced and heard the joyful noises of Brenda, who was already eager to have the family meal.

Walking out through the hallway and opening the front door, she saw Stefani, Charlie and Erik standing in front of the garbage truck discussing something, looking at the spectacle she stopped at the door and smiled slightly.

Stefani was excited and seemed to want to say something to the others, Charlie looked at her indecisively with his arms crossed before Erik walked towards the truck.

Already wanting to shout what this was going to be, the words got stuck in her throat when she saw Erik handling the truck.

The initially lascivious hip swings more dance than serious, almost funny and yet somehow cute, to Erik who put his hands on the yellow metal and she clearly heard the overloud French kiss as he seemed to lick the truck more than kiss it.

Already thinking that this was it, that her heart could calm down again, a warm pull ran through her abdomen as she saw the slap of the flat of his hand on the tire.

The slap as skin met rubber, so firm and yet somehow erotic that she didn't move from her place, not when Stefani and Charlie walked past her and not even when Erik dragged her back into the house with a puzzled look on his face.

Yet the image of her boyfriend spanking the tire and being so open about it didn't leave her mind for the next few hours, replaying over and over like a continuous loop...until they arrived back at the apartment together in the evening.

Erik had clearly noticed that he had become calmer since the meal, although he didn't know the reason, he feared it was something else.

When they had both hung up their jackets and put their shoes in the cupboard, they stood in the kitchen waiting for the water to boil for tea, his eyes searching hers but her gaze seemed to avoid his, “Is everything all right?” he finally dared to ask.

As if he had hit the nail on the head, she seemed to wake up from her thoughts and look at him questioningly, “What?” his girlfriend asked him, not even listening, let alone realizing what had happened.

A sigh came over Erik's lips as he grabbed two cups, put the tea bags in and poured the hot water, “I was wondering if everything was okay, since dinner you've been completely silent and seem to be avoiding me...is it because of my mom?” he asked, knowing that Brenda could sometimes be a bit tempestuous and well, pushy when it came to her loved ones.

Immediately she felt the guilt come over her, that was definitely not the reason, she loved Erik but since his show every time she looked at him she got more than just nervous.

Pulling on the teabag a little and feverishly wondering if she should try to talk her way out of it, Erik's behavior took the decision away from her when he walked up to her and put his hand on hers.

“No matter what it was today, I still love you and you're the most important thing” he made it clear to her and she found his words extremely sweet but that wasn't the reason or stopped her thoughts from showing the scene again.

Her slight shake of her head confused him even more, “That's sweet Erik but that's not the reason...you can't laugh okay?” she demanded and he symbolized that his mouth was closed before gesturing for her to continue.

“So well when you made out with the garbage truck and spanked the tire well that....it turned me on” she confessed to him and as soon as she had finished her sentence Erik began to laugh as if he couldn't contain himself, playfully wiping tears from his eyes.

“Oh-Oh sweetie that's good” he mumbled, still amused, taking a sip of the tea as he caught himself in his amusement, when Erik saw her serious, look, he paused, as if studying her, before a surprised, “You were serious,” actually escaped his lips.

Erik now realized what she meant, what she had really been doing all those hours before he shook his hands and a knowing grin appeared on his face, “So you were turned on by me giving that sexy, tight, hot tire a slap?” he asked, still looking at her brief nod in slight disbelief.

Yet the look in his eyes, the knowledge he now had of what this meant, seemed so much more delicious to them both than the tea that was forgotten when he put his hands on her hips.

He navigated them both towards the bedroom, greedy kisses providing space for air, the two of them only breaking away from each other when it came to getting rid of the now far too distracting clothing.

Every more piece of exposed skin seemed to spur them both on and when Erik sat down on the bed and just patted his thighs, her cheeks burned with heat, “I'll be very gentle with my good girl, of course,” he winked and that took the seriousness out of the situation, which relieved her.

After all, it wasn't about some bdsm relationship with rules and regulations between them, it was about having fun and Erik was just using the new knowledge that made his girlfriend horny.

Trying to relax, moving towards him and bending over his cock, he gave her a moment to get used to it, “So did you like it when I gave you a slap?” he asked, teasingly running his hand down her back, “Yes...I do” she said almost meekly, and he could feel his grin as he too got a taste of the situation.

Silence that wavered between them was broken by a clear slap on her ass, she flinched as a gasp escaped her and Erik gave her a brief moment, “Something like that?” he asked again, wanting to know how firm he could make it.

There was a tingling sensation starting from her cheek, which turned into a fuzzy interesting tug in her body and she only gave a “A little harder” as Erik lightly lifted his hand again and brought it down on her back again.

The sound of the slap went through the room, louder than before and a gasp escaped her, it was what she wanted, the tingling, a surface that would go numb with more slaps, an excited pull in her abdomen and her fingers clinging to the ceiling.

Erik seemed to have seen her reaction exactly when he immediately repeated the slap with roughly the same firmness and her panting mixed with a moan with each further slap, “You take it so well sweetie” he praised her.

After a few slaps let his hand run over the red spot, giving her the moment to recover from it, the stinging pain, the slight numbness and also Erik taking in the beauty he had in front of him.

She noticed the bulge in his black boxer shorts, “You're reacting to it” his girlfriend said as she found her words again and her gaze went to his bulge, which he only returned with a grin as he slowly lay down on the bed.

She slowly straightened up and settled on his clothed midsection, Erik's hands gripping her hips and she felt him press lightly against her, the almost exasperated sigh coming from his lips as she engaged him in another kiss.

“We still have plenty of time...show me what your tongue can do” she said this as she saw his grin when they both knew that they had taken their relationship to a new level thanks to a garbage truck.

As Erik spun her around in one motion and she lay beneath him, his lips parting hers, he began kissing his way down her naked torso.

The bites and caresses made her bury her hands in his dark hair as she let him know whenever he did something particularly well, “You seem to like my hands,” he commented as he took off her underwear and felt her wetness on his fingers as he ran them over her center.

Her giggle was shared as his 'wonder hands' spread her thighs slightly and she let out a sigh as she felt his tongue, she heard his almost smile as he sucked on her nerve spot and her wince only made Erik grip her thighs a little tighter.

The room that had previously been filled with the sound of slapping became filled with the licking and sucking sounds of Erik's head disappearing between her thighs, her gasps and moans whenever Erik teased her clitoris with his tongue.

Two bodies, one of which reared up and shook slightly when she could barely stand the waves of arousal and Erik's hips rubbed against the blanket and mattress to relieve his own arousal.

The aroused looks they exchanged, both of them dazed with lust, had seen nothing more beautiful as Erik heard her cries and her thighs wrapped around his head, his muffled grunts as he came and both heavy breathing came down from their high.

Exhausted and woolly, she heard Erik move closer to her, wrap his arm loosely around her and gently kiss her, “I must make out with garbage trucks more often ” she heard his comment and they both cuddled up, sharing a smile. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

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[ninisdollie]

Secret crush - Hirota Riki 𓈒ིུ ❤︎ ˖ ݁

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"In which reader has a big, fat, embarrassing crush on maki, her best friend’s brother"

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fem! reader x maki, best friend’s brother maki, reader is a bit shy, sexual tension, dirty talking, unprotected sex, creampie, a bit short and rushed sex.

"I'm bored, it's so hot..." your best friend laid spread on her bed, fluttering her hands over her face as she gasped for air, it was a very, sunny, hot, summer day.

You guys had had a sleepover the night before, staying up late talking, giggling and doing all girly things (gossiping about boys and your favourite celebrities, you know, the usual).

You glanced at her from your phone, chuckling a bit, looking at the window as the sun ilumanted the whole room, it was indeed, very hot, your whole body felt like it was on fire, sticky sweat on your forehead. Her a/c was broken since weeks ago, so the heat was even more unbereable.

"Should we go for a swim?" She sat on her bed, excited. Turns out her family just acquired a new pool, and she had been waiting for the perfect excuse to dive right into the cold water.

You frowned, not really in the mood, and she pouted at you.

"Cmoooon, please? You can wear my new bikini, it will suit you, i don't mind, i'll even let you keep it" Of course she would, she had like 50 different bikini sets.

Hana and you had been best friends since forever, you grew up together and since you were an only child, she was like the sister you never had. She taught you almost everything that you knew, how to apply make up, how to paint your own nails, how to braid your hair, all of that stuff that your father couldn't teach you because of his lacking skills at raising a girl. You guys were inseparable, always did everything together, never kept secrets from each other.

Well, mostly.

The one thing she didn't know about you was your big, embarrassing, very secret crush for her brother, Maki. Ever since you'd known him you'd been completely crazy for him, he was the boy of your dreams, you couldn’t even remember a time of your life in which you weren’t totally crazy in love with him. Over the years, you’d had a few interactions with him, and even though they were meaningless in the eyes of others, you would lay on your bed eyes sticked to the ceiling as you smiled remembering them.

Like those times you would bump into him in the hallaway in front of the bathroom, a towell resting lazily over his waist, his hair dripping from a recent shower, he would smirk at you, telling you something like “Like the view?” and you would blush and trip, closing the door behind you. Other times when you were baking cookies in the kitchen with Hana, he would come in and tease you both “Don’t set the house on fire”, and he would chuckle, leaning over the door and raising an eyebrow.

Maki loved teasing you, always making fun of your for even the smallest things, like the first time you visited after the dentist had removed your braces, he laughed right in your face, saying: "If I had spent so much money to have my teeth like that, I would have sued my dentist." and you had pushed his chest, the sound of his chuckles making you blush.

Because yeah, you were a mess around him. Always nervous, always tripping on something, always stuttering, blushing and getting shy, to be honest you had no idea how it was possible that Hana didn't know about your crush yet, because discreet wasn't quite exactly the thing you were.

"Fine, let's go for a swim". You ended up accepting, and she jumped from the bed, all smiley.

Half an hour later, you walked outside of the bathroom, the bikini she gave to you was very cute, pink and girly, and it did fit your body perfectly, although you weren't the most confident girl in the world, you liked your reflection in that moment, it was honestly very flattering. You heard Hana's voice from downstairs, and you took a clean towell and a bottle of tanning spray before making your way there.

The day was actually perfect for a swim, the sunlight illumating the whole house, you walked through the living room to the kitchen, but you froze mid step.

"Fuck off, Maki, you should've stayed longer at Yuma's."

And you heard that laugh.

So he was back from his weekend trip.

You took a deep breath, you weren't expecting to see him today, since Hana said that he was at a friend's house and that you could have all the girls fun thanks to that. Suddenly your heart was beating real fast against your chest, that familiar nervousness covering your body. You could just walk straight into the backyard to the pool, and avoid him, but he would've went around to tease you and his sister anyway.

So you walked into the kitchen.

He was standing with his back towards the door, so he didn't see you immediately, but he turned around as he heard the creaking. A wide, teasing smile on his face, and those damn dimples facing you. Your heart jumped again.

"Look who's here, don't you have a house of your own?" he crossed his arms around his chest.

He was wearing a black hoodie and sweatpants, his blonde hair falling over his forehead, dark, brown eyes looking straight in yours, and it made your skin shiver. Even with the most simple clothes, lazy face, he looked so damn handsome.

You managed to hide your nervousness, or at least you thought, rolling your eyes annoyed and crossing your arms too.

"Lucky for you i come here to visit your sister and avoid you." You raised an eyebrow, and he chuckled again, his thick voice resonating in your brain.

"Exactly." Hana was chopping a watermelon, making her signature fruit salad for swimming days "I gave her my new swimsuit, doesn't she look so hot?"

Maki snorted, like making fun of you, Hana wasn't looking at him, but you were. His eyes traveled down your body in a small, tiny fraction of a second, scanning you up and down and you squirmed on your feet, because his look was intense, somehow between anylising and... admiring. When he looked at your face again, your gazes locked, for a few long seconds, and you swallowed, your heartbeat going crazy. He smirked, wetting his lips with his tongue. Then he took a step closer, and you almost jumped, he noticed it, and his smile grew, mischievously, hand lifted as he slightly pulled the strap of your bikini top, fingers brushing softly the skin of your collarbone, making you tingle, his touch throwing you off balance, eyes still connected to yours, and you suppressed a sigh.

"Yeah, that's definitely not her size." He teased again, with relaxed voice, but the look in his eyes was different, it went down to your chest, where your breasts were pushed up tight inside your top. He bit his lower lip, his body so close to yours.

The shiver on your spine went directly into another place, lower. And you blinked twice, feeling the heat take over your face.

"Oh shut up, go lock into your room to play a videogame or something." Hana lifted her gaze, knife on her hand, and the bubble popped, because he immediately laughed as he always did, like mocking you, before disappearing outside the kitchen.

It took you a few seconds to regain your composure, the leftovers of his subtle touch still making tingles on your skin, your face all red. You cleared your throat, and your best friend took the plate full of fruit before walking outside, you went behind her, not a sight of Maki in the living room.

Thank god, you thought.

These were the kind of interactions that only made your crush for him worse, because even if for him was just a game, and he did it for the sake of getting under your skin, it tormented you, you had to remind yourself that for him, you were just the annoying sister's best friend and he found fun in mocking you.

Right?

The hours went by with no further event, you and Hana settled around the pool, covering your bodies on tanning spray and laying underneath the sun, talking and laughing about a bunch of different things, enjoying the sweet and fresh fruit, before jumping into the pool and playing inside the cold water. You splashed on her face and she screamed, getting back at you, and you laughed loudly because these kind of moments with her made you so happy.

At one point she got out of the pool and layed on the tanning bed, the effects of going to bed too late appearing, so she ended up falling asleep under the sun, a magazine over her face, and you chuckled, covering her body with a towel so her skin wouldn't burn, going back into the pool.

You let your body float in the surface, closing your eyes and sighing deeply, simply relaxing around the quietness and comfort that your best friend's house gave you, a gentle breeze blowing.

Then, a shadow.

Confused for a second, you opened one eye, the sun's glow making it a bit difficult, but you saw him anyways. Maki was standing at the edge of the pool, looking down at you, that same smirk on his lips. He raised an eyebrow, and you settled your feet on the pool's ground.

"What?"

He took a few seconds before answering.

"You look like a shrimp."

You squinted your eyes, puffing trough your lips, groaning annoyed as you placed your arms above the edge, chin resting over them, the water splashing as your body moved.

"Thanks, Maki, you're always so sweet" Your tone was sarcastic, but to be honest you used it to cover up the clear nervousness that his teasing caused in you.

He laughed softly, sitting besides you, now he wasn't wearing sweatpants, but shorts, so he put his feet in the water, and leaned back, you tried not to look too much at how the muscles on his arm pumped, and he tilted his head just a bit.

"Believe it or not, that was a compliment, many people like shrimps"

You rolled your eyes again, because fucking Maki actually hated shrimps. When he was younger his parents used to fight to get him to eat just one.

"You're forgetting i know you since forever."

His laugh resonated again, and he nodded agreeing with you.

"Then, you look like an axolotl, those are fucking disgusting"

He did not.

Gasping offended, you looked at him as he cackled, head thrown back, face turning red at his own joke, and in a second, you lifted your arms agressively and splashed a bunch of water on him, completely soaking him, cackling too as you saw his expression. He stayed very still, in shock, thick drops falling from his hair, his clothes wringing wet, his eyes closed, clearly he wasn't expecting that.

Then he shook his head, running a hand through his face and he opened his eyes, serious, jaw clenched, he sighed deeply, looking straight into yours.

Oh oh.

You swallowed, but before he could get back at you you leaned on your arms getting out of the pool, body soaked dripping, the bikini fabric now sticked to you figure, running away from him as soon as he got up and went for you.

"Hey! Come back here!" He yelled behind you, and you laughed running around the pool, him chasing you clumsily because of the wet floor "Oh wait until i get my hands on you"

He ran straight to you, and you almost tripped getting inside the house, soaking the floor beneath your feet, still laughing, his face was priceless.

"Hey, you're not gonna be the one mopping the floor later" He pointed at you, and you sticked your tongue in a childish way.

Then, from one moment to another, he got to you, grabbing you by your thighs from behind, and you let out a scream as he laid you on his shoulder like a potato sack with ease, upside down, your chest going up and down, heavy breathing.

"Maki! Put me down!" You shook your legs, slapping his back.

He walked through the living room, mocking laugh leaving his mouth. He stopped by the couch, and dropped you on it, your back making contact with the cold leather, water drops still on your body. You looked up at him as he stood in front of you, your heart was racing. His eyes sticked to yours, and then he leaned on his arm, over you, his expression was different and you noticed how his gaze went down to your body, like it did earlier in the kitchen, deep, scanning you completely, pupils dilated, big, shiny. Then he looked at your face again, and you swallowed, a tension suddenly building up in the air, your skin shivering because of the water and something else, his body so close to yours, if he leaned just a little bit more, he would be on top of you.

"You're slowly running out of ideas to get my attention, aren't you?" His voice was thick as he talked low, serious, a tone you'd never heard from him before.

The air in your lungs was nowhere to be found, that nervous sensation taking you over again, and you blushed, how could you not when he was so close, talking to you like this. You opened your mouth to say something, but the words didn't come out, he got you right there, and you closed it again, lips shut together as you looked away, your face and body feeling hot all of a sudden.

"You're not so mouthy now, aren't you?" Maki raised an eyebrow, his lips curving into a smirk, and then he leaned more, until his face was so close to yours that his breath made contact with yours, and you blinked. He whispered in your ear, lips brushing as he said "You think i'm not aware of the thing you have for me?"

Your heart stopped beating, you froze, a small gasp leaving your lips.

Of course he knew what you felt for him, even if you tried so hard to hide it, your gaze, your tone, your body always gave you away, and you slapped yourself mentally because how could you'd been so dumb. And now shame showered you, you squirmed underneath him, trying to laugh it off with the most fake chuckle.

"Don't know what your talking about..." Your voice proved otherwise, it came out weak, shaky.

He chuckled, and the blush on your cheeks grew hotter, you wanted to die in that moment.

But then a hand lifted, fingers rubbing the skin of your neck, the curve of your shoulders, your skin bare because of course you were still in your bikini, every pore jumped at the touch, and his grin turned wider, something switching in his eyes, as he noticed how your body tensed, how your breathing became heavier. He stopped just in the strand of your top, tangling it between his index and thumb. He wet his lips with his tongue.

"You're bristling..." His voice was deep, raspy, it tickled all the bottoms of your brain, making your skin jump even more, and the shiver traveled down from your spine right between your legs as he pulled the strand, down your shoulder, the beginning of your breast showing up, hard nipple beneath the soaked fabric of your bikini "I'm not even doing anything and you're..." For a moment it was as if he couldn't believe it, how your body reacted to the simplest touch that came from him.

You squirmed again, biting your lower lip, and his gaze followed the movement, eyes stopping at your mouth.

He cursed under his breath before leaning all the way down and kissing you. And you melted, how could you not, you had been dreaming about this moment your whole life. A loud sigh left your lips and got lost between his, as he opened his mouth and moved it over yours, hot breaths colliding, lips crashing, and you immediately wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled so he could get closer, deeper. His lips were plush, thick, sweet, just how you imagined they would be, and his kiss was slow but hungry, tongue sticking out and exploring your mouth shamelessly, you sucked it and tangled it with yours, this made him groan softly, and you whimpered. It was a hot kiss, and the tingles in your core were a confirmation.

He broke the kiss, resting his forehead against yours, shaky breathing, eyes closed. He stayed still for a few, long seconds.

"Shit." he whispered, breathless.

And then he kissed you again.

His body laid over yours, and you spread your legs so his knee rested between them, dangerously close to your crotch, a mess of saliva and whimpers as his kiss became sloppier, needier, desperate. He'd been wanting this too, you could feel it.

Maki's hand then pulled the strap of your top completely, and the cold air made contact with your bare breast, your skin still slightly wet, hard nipple now in front of him, and he wasted no time in cupping it in his palm, squeezing, thumb rubbing and you moaned softly and arched your back, a jolt of pleasure installing again in your core. He separated from the kiss, looking at your face for a few short seconds before wrapping your nipple with his mouth, groaning as his tongue traced circles around it, covering it with his warm saliva, sucking, like an starved men. And you tangled your fingers in his wet hair, pulling slightly, moaning non stop. He did the same on the other side, now groping and sucking both of your titties, and you became a whiny mess just at this, his eyes filled with lust as he noticed you twisting underneath him, your hips rubbing with his hard length beneath his soaked shorts.

He let go of your nipple, this one swollen, a string of saliva that he removed by wetting his lips, and looked down at you, hands still caressing your breasts.

"Tell me you want this and i won't stop" He took a quick look outside the window, his sister was still sleeping, magazine over her face.

You bit your lip, and lifted your hips so you could rub yourself against him, his hard cock making you tremble above the thin fabric of your bikini, the look in your eyes filled with lust, need and desperation, making it very clear that you wanted, no, needed him.

He smirked again, kissing along your jawline and your neck, hand now traveling down your torso, his fingers burning your skin, and then he put them down your bikini, making contact with your wet pussy, which he wasted no time in spreading your folds, and you moaned again as he soaked them in your arousal, arching your back and subconsciously spreading your legs further, he bit his lip, his brows frowning at the feeling.

"You're soaking wet" His voice sounded weak too, desperate, you didn't have much time before Hana woke up, so, shaking, you placed your hand above his, like giving him your permission, and he shoved two fingers inside of you with ease. "So pretty"

Your whole body tensed, thighs twitching as he sighed and started thrusting his fingers in and out of you, stretching you so good, and you grabbed his arm with your hand, digging your nails in his soft skin as he fingered you with skill, thumb rubbing your aching, swollen clit, eyes sticked to yours, and he kissed you again, and again as you whimpered above his mouth, wet sounds until his palm was bumping with your entrance, so good.

"You like it?" and you nodded pathetically, eyes starting to water because the pleasure was starting to take you over.

"Y-Yes, so good..." you moaned, biting your lip as he curled his fingers inside of you, spreading your walls as your pussy swallowed his digits, your wetness dripping out and leaking into the leather of the sofa, you'd never been this turned on before, only he could have manage to have this kind of effect in you.

And Maki, he lost it. His eyes were fully dark now, jaw clenched as he pulled your bikini bottoms to the side and watched your beautiful, dripping cunt in front of him, he cursed and slapped your thigh slightly, and you jumped at the sting, the bulge beneath his shorts now impossible to hide.

You stretched your hand and ran it all over his body, because you'd always dreamed of feeling the lines of his abs beneath your fingers, and removed his shirt completely, wet skin burning at the touch, eyes shining at the beautiful sight, the muscles on his arms pumping as he kept fingering you, hand all veiny and wet. You reached for his crotch, groping his member above the fabric of his shorts, and he gasped, his face twisting as he bit his lip and nodded, moving his fingers faster, fucking you with them and you didn't waste any time before freeing him from his underwear, his cock now in front of your eyes. He was leaking precum, thick, red tip in desperate need of touch, and you stroked him slowly, tracing the veins of his dick with your fingers and he rocked his hips towards you, breathing heavily.

"Fuck yeah..." The sound of his voice was raspy "You're so tight, wanna feel you around me so bad"

You kept moving your hand, masturbating him and he was groaning and leaking all over you palm, but you were just as desperate as him, pussy pulsing everytime he fucked you with his fingers, moaning his name and closing your eyes. Then he reached your g-spot, and a loud high pitched scream left your mouth as your body trembled, your knees now touching your chest, and he chuckled, even in this situation making fun of you, removing his fingers and shoving them inside of his mouth, licking, tasting you. You blinked, chest moving up and down.

He straightened a bit, knees on the couch in front of you, and stroked himself a few times before rubbing his tip between your wet folds, exchanging fluids, and you squirmed and grabbed his arm tighter, locking your gaze with his. He did this a couple of times, just teasing, hissing between his teeth, and finally, finally, he slide in.

Your eyes opened wide as his cock stretched your walls, so good, thick, long inside of you, his heavy weight over your body, his hips crashing with yours when he thrusted, slowly, like wanting to longer the pleasure, lips parted as he moaned thickly, his manly hands grabbing your hips, the grip marking your soft skin. Your warm, wet pussy clenched around him, and that was enough for him to start moving.

His hips rocked hard against yours, skins crashing when he started to fuck you, raw, fast, desperate, deep, you could feel him in every inch inside of you, and you moaned and whimpered at the pleasure his movements caused in you, his cock burying in your pussy, disappearing between your drenched folds, the leather of the couch beneath you wet and hot because of your sweat.

"Fuck, such a perfect pussy, you're swallowing me so good, baby" He talked between his teeth, groans leaving his throat, hair sticked to his forehead, looking so messy.

He kissed you again, sloppy, wet, dirty, his tongue tangling with yours as he kept thrusting in and out of your pussy, moaning against your mouth and you'd thought it was the hottest sound ever, you didn't want this moment to end. It felt so good, so right, how he fucked you desperately, how his cock stretched you so good, you became a whiny, pathetic mess, completely cockdrunk.

"S-So good" you managed to speak, but your brain was completely shut down, only aware of the man on top of you, and he smiled, forehead against yours.

"Yeah? You like it? Fuck... been wanting to fuck you all my life" The confession made you only moan louder, and he had to put his hand above your mouth, suppressing the sound because your best friend was still asleep outside on a tanning bed.

He chuckled, suddenly pulling out and you almost cried at the empty feeling, but he flipped you over, ass lifted, and he shoved his cock inside of you again, now fucking you in fours. Your breasts and cheek against the leather of the couch, his thighs crashing with your ass when his movements became faster, this new position making him able to go deeper, and you shut your eyes, your legs shaking as you bit your lip so hard it almost started bleeding.

Then his hand reached for your clit, two fingers rubbing at the same paces as his thrusts, and you moaned again, your pussy clenching, your clit pulsing, swollen, aching, your whole body shaking, but his grip on your hips was tight, holding you. He placed kisses on your back, and you rocked your hips towards him, fucking yourself in his cock.

"Shit, you're so perfect" He gasped, not stopping.

One hand grabbed one of your breasts, squeezing, groping, and his thrusts became rougher, your whole body felt wrecked, you couldn't believe this was real life, your head spinning as he bumped deep in your insides, head of his cock slamming into your g-spot over and over again, the air heavy, heated, your high pitched moans combined with his raspy, manly voice.

He kept rubbing your clit, messy circles, and you felt it, the knot building in your lower belly.

"F-Fuck, Maki... i'm close" You whined, hair sticked to your face, and he moved faster, fucking you senseless and at this point, you weren't trying to hold back your cries anymore.

He slapped your ass, the skin turning red and the sting sending a shiver through your body, his fingers never stopping rubbing you. He talked in your ear between groans.

"Me too, cum, c'mon, cream my cock" Your nails dug into the couch, back arching creating a perfect curve, your pussy aching, so close to cumming around him, you shut your eyes, seeing stars, breathless, heavy whimpers leaving your swollen, damaged lips. "C'mon baby, cum for me"

And you did. The orgasm completely showered your body, loud, pornographic scream as you came around him, pussy dripping, legs shaking, completely wrecked, you touched the sky in that moment, eyes rolled to the back of your head, saliva falling from the corners of your mouth.

Maki came too, his thrusts messy, erratic, rhythm completely lost as he groaned gutturally and his pulsing cock spilled all of his pleasure inside of you, long, warm strings of cum filling you up so good, and you moaned again at the feeling, your cunt pulsing and aching, sore.

It took a few seconds for him to recompose, sighing deeply placing a few final kisses on your back, before finally pulling out, catching his breath, eyes sticked to your leaking pussy, his own cum falling from your folds to the couch. You stood there for a moment, trying to regain consciousness of yourself, feeling as if you were floating, waking up from a dream, your legs still trembling.

Eventually, you turned around, and you two stared at each other, he was already pulling his cock back into his shorts, an unreadable look on his face.

And then, you both started laughing, reality hitting you both, because you'd never thought this would happen. Especially you, it was a wild dream, one that you didn't want to wake up from. He kissed your forehead, helping you tie the strands of your bikini again, putting all on its place, stealing small kisses in your lips.

Then he broke the silence.

"Listen, i don't want you to think this was a one time thing, what i said... it's true" He bit his lip, scratching the back of his neck "I like you, i've always liked you"

Your heart bumped into your chest as you finished pulling up your bikini, and you froze, not only because of his sudden confession, that meant that your embarrassing crush was actually reciprocated, but because Hana appeared through the door, eyes lazy as she just woke up.

She stared at you both, staying very still, in shock. You started to make excuses in your mind to say, but she didn't let you talk.

"So finally you guys admitted you've been crazy for each other since forever, points to that. I just wished your fucking loud ass quicky didn't wake me up from a perfect nap".

You looked at Maki, then her, then Maki again.

"So i'm the only one that noticed?" she raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms.

And the three of you broke laughing.

So yeah, turns out your big crush on your best friend's brother was not very secret, but at least he felt the same way about you.

this was kind of short i'm sorry :(

[niwaart]

Doctor! Male! Reader X Batfam ( part1, part2, part3, part4, part5, part6)

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A new day begins in Y/N's life, the day he waits for every month: his day off. As usual, Y/N takes advantage of this day to take a short walk in the public parks, where he enjoys a quiet atmosphere away from the noise of the hospital and the crowds of the city. He spends some time contemplating the beauty of nature, and interacting with the children he meets in the park, which highlights his cheerful and lovable personality. Before sunset, he heads to the toy store to buy gifts for the children in the hospital, a tradition he loves because it makes him happy when he sees their smiles.

As he exits the store loaded with bags, Y/N comes across a strange man standing on his motorcycle wearing a red helmet, looking at him intently. It was Jason Todd or Red Hood who came excited to learn more about his adoptive father's new eldest son, after hearing the story and making fun of Bruce in their secret hideout.

Red Hood with a sarcastic smile: "So, you're Bruce's second secret son? I must say... Bruce has a talent for surprises."

Y/N smiling and unaware of Jason's identity: "Huh? You know my dad? Weird, were you his classmate?"

Red Hood laughs out loud: "Classmate? Oh, that's good! No, no. I... let's just say I know him pretty well, and I probably know more about him than he knows about himself."

Y/N: "Sweet. Well, if you do know him, why don't you ask him directly? Because I don't have much to say about him. I hardly see him in the news."

Red Hood says with narrowed eyes: "You're interesting. But I've heard that you're funny, playful, and maybe... a little annoying. I'm just here to see what you're like, but I'll say this: you're a lot better than that demon kid."

Y/N: "Demon child? I don't understand half of what you're saying, but anyway, I think I'll go now. The kids are waiting for their presents. And take this for you, Red Tomato Head." Y/N pulls out a lollipop and hands it to Jason.

Red Hood looks at the lollipop in his hand in surprise, then laughs sarcastically and puts the lollipop in his jacket pocket. "Oh, I'll watch you for a while. Don't worry, I'm not dangerous... usually."

Y/N smiles sarcastically. "Watch as much as you want, but rest assured I won't be putting on a show."

Red Hood laughs and begins to follow Y/N from afar, observing his actions throughout the day, increasingly curious about why this young man chose to stay away from the limelight and fame despite being Bruce Wayne's son. But Red Hood's nature is that he didn't want to interfere directly like Damian did, and instead enjoyed watching him from afar.

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After a day full of relaxation, Y/N returns to the hospital at nightfall, tired but happy. He places the children's presents and bids them a goodnight before returning to his office. What Y/N didn't realize was that Red Hood wasn't the only one watching him, but there was someone else who was even more curious: Tim Drake, who had plans to gather all the information he could about his new big brother.

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So.... what do you think about this part and what will the next part talk about?🧐

@roxy776699

@missmannequin

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[konjiang]

I'm back at it again with my cumplane au

Airplane decided to open a separate account to earn some money through PIDW fanfic commissions, and his side account became super popular in the fandom. Cucumber-bro, being the chronically online guy, immediately commissions him with an absurd amount of money, like a whole month's rent worth of money, for him to write a fix-it AU of PIDW starting from LBH being pushed into the abyss.

Airplane was overjoyed because he could write the story he intended and still get paid for it. Of course, Shen Yuan noticed how good his commissions were and started recommending the fanfic to people in the comments of PIDW chapters. The comments were full of praises for this author and bashing Airplane, saying how much worse Airplane's writing is compared to a fanfic author.

Shen Yuan and "the fanfic author" met up one day, and Shen Yuan sugar daddy his way into Airplane's life. After a while, Airplane earned enough off of fanfic commission (but mostly just Shen Yuan) that he could end PIDW and started writing new stories.

After PIDW ended on chapter 6666, instead of raging and choking to death, Shen Yuan immediately dm Airplane and commissioned an alternative ending fic. At this point, Airplane already predicted that Cucumber would want one, so he wrote one beforehand. In the email with the fic, Airplane confesses that he's Airplane, and now that PIDW was over, he just wanted to thank his most loyal fan and anti-fan for the years they spent together and for giving him a chance to write the PIDW he always wanted to write.

Airplane was both excited and terrified to see Cucumber's response, but he did not hear back for days. After two weeks, He was depressed that he had ruined his relationship with the only person he consistently interacted with, both as Airplane and as the fanfic author.

On the third week, Airplane received two emails from Cucumber, one to his main and one to his side. The email to the main account contained paragraphs detailing all the shit he did wrong with PIDW and the last chapter. On the side account, it just said, "Response to my email as Airplane."

Airplane nervously wrote out a short but sweet message to Cucumber that identified him.

"Thank you, Peerless Cucumber, for your support! If you hate it that much, just read the fanfic I wrote for you. That one is the canon version in my eyes, anyway.

Sincerely, your dumb hack author <3"

Shen Yuan was in denial. The last two weeks he spent looking over the fanfics and comparing them chapter by chapter to PIDW. He did not want to believe that his favorite and most hated authors were the same person.

-tbc

Annnnnnd, I'll leave it off right there.

[aribluedreams]

A family thing

Jasper Hale/Whitlock x blonde!fem!reader!.

Summary: Where Charlie Swan and his oldest daughter hates Bella's new boyfriend.

Warnings: none, just the reader hating Edward.

Masterlist!

Edward was in shock.

The truth was that his relationship with Bella's father was terrible. They couldn't be in the same room because they fought like crazy men, he was always receiving dirty looks for just being with his daughter, and if he could, Charlie would just ignored him until he couldn't anymore. But that didn't seem to be the same with Jasper, who was talking with him animatedly as if nothing was wrong between them. Charlie talked, laughed, and even shake the blonde’s hand as if he had known him all his life and more. And his brother, who didn't pass the opportunity to tease him, looked in his direction with a grin, clearly teasing that he had made it.

“Are you ready, woman?” Bella’s voice was heard from the first floor ”Hurry up! You've been applying lipstick for half an hour!”

“I'm comming, my god,” her sister opened the door to her room amused ”You are worse than a man when it comes to waiting! Jasper has more patient than you!”

But Bella just chuckle, indicating that she was really only doing that to annoy her and not because she wanted to leave quickly. Those dances weren’t her thing anyway, but they were her sister thing considering how much effort she was putting into it. Into it, into her looks, and into smacking her on the back of the head as she passed next to her.

And she had no other choice but to follow, founding the three men on the second floor trying not to laugh at the interaction, where the brothers ended up focusing on something else very quickly. On how the two approached them with pretty dresses, hair and nails done, and calm expressions, where what stood out the most was a glossy lipstick in the blonde’s case and a boot on the brunnette’ left leg.

“Would you look at that” Jasper talked softly to his date “You look beautiful, my love. And with the dress you wanted”

The blonde girl smiled, slightly blushing at his first words, and also excited to note that he remembered what she wanted. Because she had been talking about it for several days with Alice, the creator of the pretty white dress she was wearing, with handmade fabric butterflies in light blue. Although, if he had to be honest, the first thing that crossed his mind when he saw the white tone was the wedding he had planned 100 years ago, when he didn't even know her.

She had him wrapped around her little finger.

Even before meeting her, apparently.

“She made it like I wanted it”

She accepted his hand to go down the last step, letting him twirl her around to appreciate how she looked. They both seemed very much in their own world, but even like that, they could feel the the awkwardness between Charlie and Edward. It was no surprise that she ended up giggling at the scenary, leaning lightly against her date’s chest, looking up and at him like she didn’t care about the rest.

“I'll take care of her, Chief Swan”

Oh, sweet, innocent Edward.

“Yes, sure” the man looked at him ”I've heard that before”

Charlie didn’t like him one bit.

Almost like his oldest daughter.

“We will be leaving” Jasper said with amusement  ”I'll have her safe later on, Charlie”

“That, I do believe”

The blonde sister ended up laughing helplessly, not only at the fact that he let him call him by a nick name, but also about the fact that he believed him about keeping her safe. Which, even if she had no idea of it, was true. Because Jasper was ready to kill anyone if it meant he would save her.

“Oh sweet lord” she look Edward’s way with a smirk ”It's a family thing, buddy. We just don't like you at all”

Edward rolled his eyes but couldn't refute anything, because both -she and Charlie- didn't really seem to like him. Of course, he couldn't say anything, because his brother winked at him in amusement before grabbing his girlfriend's hand and pulling her out of there, preventing them from killing each other before the dance.

“Let's go, pretty girl”

“You never let me go against Edward” she whinned a bit but followed him nontheless “I swear I can take him down, no problem”

“Oh, that I know, honey”

Jasper did knew she could kill his brother.

That’s why he never let her go against him.

[hard-core-super-star]

brought you together so nice [W.Maximoff + N.Romanoff]

pairing: dom!natasha romanoff x sub!reader x switch!wanda maximoff

summary: natasha takes care of you until wanda comes back. needless to say, the witch is more than happy about the arrangement you both came up with in her absence.

warnings: SMUT, MINORS DO NO INTERACT -> porn with very little plot but even more feelings; mommy + daddy kink; slightly more established dom/dub dynamics; a dash of pet play (as usual); bondage; gagging; soft domme nat + bratty wanda!!!!; vibrator use [R receiving]; praise + degradation + a dash of humiliation; hair pulling; spanking; aftercare

wordcount: 4.1k

a/n: well, well, well...guess who got too attached to another series? yup, me 😅 these two have taken up more of my mind than i originally thought so here is part three of this little series. i don't have a plan to make another full part, but i might mess around and write a few blurbs here and there. we'll see what happens. anyway, thank you for all your support, especially regarding this little series. i'm thinking of opening my requests back up until the start of the new year so keep an eye out for that ;) [commissions are still more than welcome, though!] okay, i'll stop rambling for now, hope you enjoy <3

[part one | part two]

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Natasha could be sweet when she wanted to.

That was the first thing you learned after agreeing to become her and Wanda's submissive. 

The rules and details weren't too clear yet, the redhead promising to answer all your questions as soon as the Sokovian came back from her mission. Still, she did what she could to fill in the gaps of your knowledge, allowing you to ask her as many questions as you pleased before showing you, in great detail, what she meant.

Despite the cold exterior you'd learned to love, she was much softer with you than you'd ever imagined. Sure, she was still a mean domme at heart, but she wanted to show you heights of pleasure you'd never experienced before.

And she went to great lengths to guarantee it.

It quickly became clear to you how much she loved impact play. Even outside of play sessions, she would always come up behind you, landing a hard smack to your ass before pulling you into her arms. You didn't mind, even when she did it in front of the others.

(Although Tony did whistle at you guys once and promptly earned himself a punch to the stomach. He laughed it off but made sure to never tease the Widow about her behavior with you again.)

You knew there were a lot of things you didn't know or fully understand, but Natasha always seemed to find a way to make you feel more excited than nervous about it. It was almost funny how quickly her personality changed once she allowed you to see past her walls.

Sure, she was still a little mean and more than a little snarky (which is exactly how you liked her, if you were being honest) yet there was a softer, affectionate, side that started coming out more and more.

She told you it was simply because Wanda wasn't around and she wasn't allowed to "break you in" without her around. Maybe it was a silly excuse perfectly crafted to keep you on your toes, but you didn't really mind.

Well, except because you really missed Wanda.

Being without the witch was harder than you thought it would be, but the Widow kept you busy enough to forget the empty spot beside you in their bed.

Your bed.

That was the second thing Natasha made you learn. 

Yes, you were technically an addition to their relationship, but you weren't an outsider. You never were.

That was the third thing you learned.

Both Natasha and Wanda had their eyes on you from the very beginning. They loved each other, and their relationship made them happier than they could put into words, and yet they always felt something was missing. A third energy to keep them in check. To stop them from getting too rough, too mean with each other. To help remember how to be soft after spending so much time fighting with the world.

It was...strange, but you couldn't deny what they meant to you. The attraction you felt toward them had always been there and after Wanda opened that door...well, let's just say there was no going back.

You didn't understand how real that was until now.

Because somehow, someway, after carrying guilt you didn't even need to have in the first place, you were here.

You were theirs.

You were waking up in their bed with Natasha's arms wrapped tight around your waist.

A shudder ran down your body as the redhead's lips met your bare shoulder, peppering kisses across the skin. "Morning, detka. Sleep well?"

"Yeah," you reply as a smile forms on your face. "You're a fantastic cuddler."

"Shut up," she mumbles. There's a clear lack of annoyance in her words despite her attempts at sounding tough. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Your grip on me begs to differ."

At your response, her hands move to grip your waist, her nails digging into your soft skin. The sensation makes you gasp, your back arching almost instantly. You can feel the redhead smiling against your skin. It hasn't been that long and she already knows your body better than you do.

"Sorry, were you saying something?" She says, taking advantage of your reactions to grind against your ass. "You seem a little distracted."

 It's a bit of a cruel game but it's one she loves to play with you. Truth be told, she loves playing with you, period. You're so different from Wanda, so much more responsive, more honest about your constant neediness.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you mumble, not so subtly grinding back against her.

Just because you were slowly learning the rules regarding your place didn't mean you didn't love pushing Natasha's buttons whenever you could. Which really only happened in the mornings and during aftercare. Those were the only two moments when the older woman allowed herself to be soft with you, to let you see behind the walls she'd expertly put up to keep everyone out. Everyone except you and Wanda, it seems.

Her voice remains low, straddling the border between a tease and a warning. "Is my good girl trying to be a brat?"

Your heart skips a beat at her words. At the mention of being her good girl. Of being hers.

After the rough beginning your relationship had, you never thought you'd be let into her heart in any way. And yet here you are. You're her good girl, her kitten, her darling submissive.

"No..." You trail off, trying to decide whether to behave or push her buttons a little more. Ultimately, your desire to be a little shit wins out. "...Daddy."

Natasha chuckles behind you, her hands moving from your hips and toward your breasts. She gives them a soft squeeze as her thumbs tease your hardening nipples. "Oh, kotenok, you woke up cheeky this morning, huh? You know what mouthing off like that will earn you, right?"

You do know. She's told you many, many times before, usually while she's praising you for being so good for her and drawing out orgasm after orgasm from your overstimulated body.

However, she's never actually acted out any of her warnings. It's a good thing, you know that, and yet you can't stop yourself from wanting to see what it will feel like. To explore what that kind of submission will do to you.

"Yes, Daddy. I know."

She hums before going right back to kissing across your shoulders, nipping at your skin just to get you to arch into her teasing hands. "I see...you want to be punished, don't you? Want Daddy to remind you of your place until there's nothing else inside your mind?"

You're about to reply when you're interrupted by F.R.I.D.A.Y. "Miss Romanoff, Miss Maximoff has asked me to notify you of her return."

Your cheeks flush, even though the disembodied voice can't see what exactly you're up to this morning. At the very least, F.R.I.D.A.Y. is a lot less nosy than Jarvis ever was. Although, if you're being honest, you liked him better before he turned into a robot.

"I'm assuming she'll be at the Medbay for a while?" The Widow replies, her mind no doubt full of the things she'll do to you to pass the time.

"Yes, it seems she'll be there for the next half hour."

"Good. Thank you, Friday."

The AI doesn't reply and you can practically imagine her making a swift exit out of the room, leaving you to face whatever it is that the redhead has come up with.

"y/n..." Natasha purrs, her breath hot against your ear. "I have an idea. Why don't we give Mommy a nice surprise, hmm? Don't you want to be her pretty welcome back gift?"

You're not sure what being Wanda's "welcome back gift" will entail, but you can't deny your curiosity about it. Especially since the witch has no idea what you and her girlfriend have been up to. You have no doubt she has her suspicions, she is a mind reader after all, but it'll still be nice to surprise her.

You agree before you even know what you're doing, and Natasha wastes no time in springing into action.

In a matter of minutes, you go from lying comfortably under the covers to being spread out on your back, your limbs tied to each corner of the bed. You're exposed, vulnerable, and you love every second of it.

Of course, Natasha isn't satisfied with that. No, to top off the pretty sight you make, she places a deep, dark red ball gag between your lips. You shouldn't be surprised since, after all, you did ask for it.

"There we go," the redhead hums appreciatively, her eyes taking in the beautiful sight. "Now, just sit tight, okay, detka? I'll be right back."

You whine instantly, but she pays no mind to you, quickly making her way out of the bedroom and going to look for Wanda. You're not exactly happy about being left alone yet, there's nothing you can do. All you can do is throw your head back in frustration and wait for your lovers to return.

You're not sure how much time goes by, although there's no doubt in your mind that Natasha does her best to draw out their return just to mess with you, but eventually, they make their way back to you.

The sound of the door opening makes you practically vibrate with excitement, your hips wiggling from side to side without thinking.

"Well, would you look at that," Wanda says as she steps further into the room. "Looks like someone was having fun without me."

Natasha follows her in, standing behind her and wrapping her arms around her waist. There's something so domestic about the action that makes your heart clench.

"I had to get her ready for you, darling," the redhead replies as her chin finds the other woman's shoulder. "She looks good, doesn't she?"

"She sure does. I take it you worked out your issues?"

"We came to an...agreement, yes. I couldn't let you have all the fun."

Wanda chuckles, the corners of her mouth quirking up into a fond smile. There's no mistaking the fire in her eyes, though, the desire simmering below the surface. "And you said I was crazy for wanting her to join us."

The Widow grumbles, clearly not quite ready to admit her girlfriend was right. "You're still not off the hook, you let her believe you cheated on me."

"When are you going to let that go?"

"I'm not sure, maybe you should make it up to me."

Natasha's eyes remain on you but Wanda turns around, silencing her girlfriend's complaints with a fiery kiss. All you can do is watch, feeling left out and far too involved at the same time. You're slowly getting used to their competitive antics.

Their kisses turn desperate in nothing short of a few seconds, leaving you far too desperate and needy while you squirm around on the bed. They take their sweet time getting back to you, though, instead letting their hands wander over each other's bodies.

You'd love to complain but you're still gagged so talking is pretty much impossible. More than that...you can't say you're not loving the view. It makes you feel a little dirty, like you're watching an intimate scene you shouldn't be, and it brings a rush unlike anything you've ever felt before.

They know, because of course they know, and your obvious arousal only motivates them to tease you.

Natasha moves first, expert hands reaching for the hem of Wanda's shirt and lifting it over her head in an instant. "I missed you."

"Are you talking to me or my boobs?" The witch replies with a perfectly raised eyebrow.

"I'm talking to all of you."

"Nice save, 'Tasha."

"Shut up."

There's something comforting about the scene in front of you, even as your frustration builds. You've been with them before, but it's different this time. You can feel the change in energy, the easy chemistry that flows between all of you now that Natasha isn't trying to push you away.

"Come on, I think we've teased our good girl long enough," Wanda says, taking the redhead's hand and leading her toward the bed. "Isn't that right, sweetheart? You're feeling a little frustrated, hmm?"

You nod desperately in response, tugging at the rope that holds you down. Your actions only make both of your lovers chuckle.

"Look at her, she's drenched and we haven't gotten started yet," Natasha comments, her eyes trailing up and down your body like a predator assessing its prey.

"I'm guessing this means training's going well."

"She's a quick learner. A bit bratty sometimes, though."

The way they talk about you as if you're not a part of the conversation has you clenching around pure air. It doesn't help that the Widow is so accurate in her assessment of you. You love being submissive, being under their control, but you can't deny how much fun it is to disobey. To push against the boundaries she's set for you, not to defy her but to tease her. Maybe even test her a little.

It's far too fun.

"Is that right, sweetheart?" Wanda asks, even though your body language makes it clear how correct Natasha is. "I thought you liked being our good girl. Because if you don't, well...you know what happens to naughty girls, don't you?"

Of course you know. It was one of the first things the redhead taught you. Sure, the rules and terms weren't too fleshed out yet since Natasha had wanted her girlfriend to be a part of the whole exchange, but she'd gone over most things with you. Rewards, punishments, hard limits, all that stuff.

You're unable to tell the witch that, though, thanks to the gag in your mouth. Your incoherent mumbles seem to entertain her for a few seconds while Natasha sneaks off toward their closet.

Wanda's chuckle cuts through the air. Your attempts at convincing her you've been good clearly amuse her. "I know, baby, I know you like being good. Otherwise, Nat wouldn't be so attached to you."

"I'm not attached," the redhead grumbles.

A month ago, her words would have made your heart drop into your stomach. Now, though, you know she's only playing a part. She has no problem telling you how she feels outside of a scene, but when you're playing, when you're being their pet, she's right back to being mean. Right back to degrading you and humiliating you until you're riding the edge of pleasure and pain.

"Keep telling yourself that, darling."

"Oh, I will."

Their banter is borderline comforting. You've loved spending time with Natasha, but this, being with them and seeing their personalities come together, this is where you thrive.

Well, it's not like you're doing much. Then again, they like you most when you're like this. Vulnerable, at their mercy, and so obviously loving every second of it.

Wanda climbs onto bed with you, crawling over your body until she's hovering over you with a gentle smile that steals all your worries away. "'Tasha's such a liar, isn't she, sweetheart? It's okay, let her act like she's the big bad."

You want to laugh, but it's a little hard when she's leaning down to pepper kisses all over your face. The action is far softer than what you were expecting and it makes your heart soar.

You were ready for a rougher training session, for a trial run meant to show you what you had been missing in the witch's absence. But this? This is really good too.

Wanda continues her loving assault on your skin, trailing kisses down your jaw and toward your neck. You tilt your head back in response, earning a soft giggle muffled against your skin, as she kisses and nibbles all up and down your throat. There's no doubt in your mind that she's littering your skin with hickies and noticeable marks, but you find you really don't mind it.

The witch steals your attention long enough for Natasha to gather a few supplies before making her way over to you. You feel her set a few things down next to you, but you don't get to see what they are. Not that you really mind considering how busy your mind is.

"Stop hogging her attention, that's not very fair."

"It's not my fault you left her so fuzzy-headed. Poor girl didn't even stand a chance, huh?"

You shake your head, a few muffled whines making their way out of you.

Natasha chuckles as she shifts onto her knees next to you. Her hands find their way between you and Wanda's bodies, teasing your skin as she explores the territory she's spent the past few days claiming.

"Oh, please. This is nothing. You should've seen the state she was in last night."

The reminder makes you squirm in your restraints, trying to get closer to them to no avail. You know how desperate you look, how absolutely needy you are, but you can't find it in yourself to care. This is what you had been waiting for. To be completely theirs. To surrender to them and accept everything they were willing to give you. Sure, it was intimidating and yet it felt incredibly right.

"Are you trying to make me jealous?" Wanda responds, working her way down your body, expertly avoiding the areas where her girlfriend is touching you.

"You deserve it. Wasn't this your fantasy?"

"Maybe. It was hers first, though. Isn't that right, detka?"

The change in topic makes you blush. It shouldn't be surprising to hear that the witch had already known about your feelings for her but it's still a little embarrassing. At least she seems to enjoy it.

You nod, your movements slightly frantic and no doubt fueled by the feeling of her lips on your flushed skin. She takes her time dragging her lips up and down your inner thighs as Natasha teases your hardening nipples.

"Such a good little slut. I bet you're already so fuzzy. Just want your cunt played with and nothing else." The redhead distracts you with her words, leaving you completely unprepared for Wanda's continued assault.

You don't hear the thrumming sound of the vibrator coming to life, but you sure feel it against your sensitive clit. Your whole body shudders in response as your hips buck in a desperate attempt to escape the overwhelming sensation.

Your reaction makes the witch laugh and she leans down to press a few more kisses to your thighs. "There you go, that's what I like to see."

Her words feel more like humiliation than praise and yet you can't find it in yourself to care. Not when it feels so good that it borders on painful.

"Excuse you, we were having a little chat." Natasha's tease is coupled with a firm grip in your hair as she tilts your head toward her. "I'll have to train you if you don't fix that attention span, pet."

"Be nice, Nat, it's not her fault she likes me more."

"God, you're such a brat, Maximoff." Her free hand leaves your body to land a sharp smack against Wanda's ass. "I'll put you in your place too, if I have to."

The witch hums in response, very clearly pushing herself back against the redhead's hand. "You know I'd enjoy it."

Natasha spanks her again and the sight has you bucking your hips faster as you search for more pleasure. You let out a string of whines, already feeling yourself on the edge of an orgasm. It's a little embarrassing how quickly you're reaching your limit but in your defense, you've been worked up ever since you woke up. You were bound to lose from the beginning.

"Don't tell me you want to cum already, sweetheart? We've barely gotten started."

You want to defend yourself, but your attempts are instant failures. Natasha seems to get off on how pathetic you sound, though.

"It's alright, kitten, why don't you go ahead and cum for me? Mommy hasn't earned her reward just yet."

Wanda opens her mouth to object but she doesn't get very far since the redhead goes right back to spanking her.

You're not used to seeing the witch in a slightly more submissive position. She always seem to straddle the border between being fully in control and immersed below Natasha's dominance. This change of pace is more than welcome, though.

The vibrator gets pushed harder against your sensitive clit and the pressure sends you over the edge almost instantly. You don't get a chance to warn them, all you can do is give in to the sudden pleasure as your body trembles beneath them.

They're both distracted by the sight of your orgasm crashing into you so suddenly. So beautifully.

"What a good girl," Natasha murmurs appreciatively. "You could learn a thing or two from her, Wands."

"Whatever." You miss the way the witch rolls her eyes since your eyes are more than a little blurry and there's a soft ringing in your ears. "It won't be my fault when she forgets her place, Daddy."

That earns her another spank, but she's too busy moving the vibrator away from your drenched cunt to care. You whine softly at the loss of contact even though you feel far too sensitive to take much more.

Apparently, you look as out of it as you feel because the older women take a few moments to let you catch your breath.

Wanda's hands gently stroke up and down your legs to keep you grounded while Natasha shifts closer, her hands reaching out to undo the ballgag. "How are you feeling, kotenok? Do you want to keep going?"

Your throat's a little dry, but you manage to form a reply. "I'm okay. Just need to catch my breath."

The Widow nods before reaching over to grab the bottled water on the nightstand. She helps you take a few sips of water while Wanda continues to caress your skin, both giving you as much time as you need to recover. It's such a small thing and yet it's a reminder of why you're so attached to them. Why you need them more and more with every day that goes by.

Your relationship with them might have had a bit of a rough start, but you couldn't imagine a better outcome. Couldn't imagine two better people to surrender your heart to.

"Someone's in a romantic mood," Wanda pipes up with a soft smile.

Her words cause an instant response in you and you feel your face grow warmer by the second. "Why are you in my mind right now?"

"Because your thoughts about me are so loud," she replies almost instantly. "Don't look so embarrassed, detka, I think it's cute."

"Shut up," you mumble, momentarily forgetting where you are and what you're in the middle of doing.

Wanda's smile turns slightly dark and her hand comes down against your thigh before you can even think about what you did wrong. "Where'd your manners go, huh?"

The sensation makes you shiver, but Natasha reaches a hand out to stop the witch from smacking your thigh again. "Time out, darling. I don't think we're quite ready to keep going."

You want to argue with her and yet you make no real effort to. As much as you might want to keep going, you can't deny how overwhelming it all was...and how desperate you are for some cuddles.

"Sorry," you mumble.

Wanda instantly shushes you as she uses her magic to undo the restraints keeping you tied down. "Nonsense, you have nothing to apologize for."

The second your limbs are free, Natasha's hands are on you again. This time, though, she merely maneuvers you onto your side so she's able to slide in behind you. The second her arms wrap around your waist, your shoulders let go of the tension they've been holding. 

Wanda wastes no time in joining the two of you, laying down in front of you and reaching up to play with your hair. "Just relax, we have all day to pick up where we left off."

"Don't rush her, little witch."

Natasha's words make you chuckle and you lean forward until you're practically buried in the witch's chest. "I'm okay, guys. I don't break easily."

A beat of silence goes by as they allow you to soak in the afterglow, in the feeling of their embrace.

But the Widow really can't help herself.

"Are you sure? Maybe we should test that out."

Her words are a tease, but none of you can deny your curiosity...or your arousal.

Needless to say, you spend most of the day tangled up in their bed.

Your bed.

With the two women who mean the absolute world to you.

[slightly-knot-insane]

Elevator Ride

[ m!monster x fem!reader ]

a/n: a friend suggested this prompt so here it is! content: nsfw, oral (fem receiving), p i v

Most people hate elevators, right? They are simply unpleasant. They are closed, inescapable, and they go up and down to incredible heights. True, there are those fancy elevators in hotels and big cities that are elegant and spacious. But then there are these rickety, graffiti-filled, tiny boxes of filth and spilled alcohol that shake as if there is an earthquake outside. You still have to take it, because your grocery bag is heavy, and it would be too hard to walk all the way up to the 10th floor by stairs.

The little red number turns to 0, and with a thunk and a clank, the elevator stops in front of you. It doesn't open by itself, no - you have to open the heavy door, keep it that way with your foot, and push the folding gate with your shoulder to enter. All while holding your grocery bag.

"Ngggh", you heave, cursing the elevator, the gate, the inventor, and the first person who thought living hundreds of meters in the air was a good idea.

"Wait, let me help you!"

You turn and frown in surprise because there is a tall monster rushing towards you on crutches, his leg solidified in a cast.

"Oh no, no need." You feel really bad that he wants to help you in that state.

However, he reaches his thick arm over your head and pushes the folding gate like it's a paper fan. "No problem."

You awkwardly smile at him, absorbing his muscular frame and piercing gaze. "T-thanks..." You squeeze inside and notice his eyes on you. He is expecting something from you. "Um... I think there is room for both?" There isn't.

But the monster apparently thinks there is. He hops inside, slouching a bit to fit, and closes the door behind him. It is extremely packed in the elevator, but being pressed against his toned abs eases the discomfort.

"You hardly changed," he says as he presses the buttons for your floor and the floor above yours. The elevator shakes, and the gravity hits your stomach.

"Huh?" You look upwards and are taken aback by his massive pecks. "Do we know each other?"

"I used to live here a few years ago. I was a bit... skinnier before."

You suddenly remember a lanky monster neighbor who lived a floor above yours. You never interacted, but you always thought he was kinda cute.

As you open your mouth to reply, the light flickers, and the elevator shakes with an ominous shriek of a dying beast. You are plunged into darkness, and the elevator violently stops, pushing you to your knees.

Suddenly, it's all and completely silent. "Oh no..."

"Are you okay?" your neighbor asks you.

"Oh nonono, I hate this! We are stuck! The elevator is stuck!" You are almost screaming, your heart pounding fast.

"Calm down. Are you hurt? I'll just call the—"

"Fuckfuckfuck..."

"Calm down!" The complete darkness around you, the growling shout, and something strong grabbing you by the shoulders completely disorients you. You are floating in something rather nightmarish, waiting to wake up. "Just calm down, I can't stand the... the..."

Oh. Right. This is not a nightmare. It's worse. "Y-you..." Your voice is weak, trembling. "Y-you don't understand."

"No, you don't understand." His voice is low, but potent with something primal.

You wish you could see his face in this total darkness. "What do you mean?"

He sighs, and helps you stand up. "Your fear. The... smell... of your fear excites me."

"What? That's kinda sick," you reply.

"I can't help it! It's my instinct."

"Well, I'm sorry I can't just turn off my emotions and not be terrified of dying!"

"That's true, but... We could turn them to something else."

"Huh? What are you—" The hand that was gripping your shoulder slides upwards toward your neck and lips. He cups your cheek and pulls you closer to him by your hip. He is so massive and hot. You wish you could see him right now.

"Let me take your mind off things." He slowly removes all your clothes, and you let him. He is surprisingly gentle and skilled. He takes your nipple in his mouth and moans. "I wanted to do this since the time I first saw you."

You gasp. "You did?" His sharp teeth almost pierce your nipple and it feels fantastic. "Why didn't you say anything?"

He doesn't reply but keeps going down, until he reaches your pussy and rubs his nose against your bush. "Mmmmm, you smell..."

"Delicious?" you reply nervously, and he chuckles.

"Yes..." He dives into your cunt and licks you with insatiable lust. You moan, holding him by the horns, grinding against his tongue. Just as you're about to cum, he pulls himself out of you and sits on the floor. "I'm sorry but my leg hurts. I have to..."

"Don't worry," you say in a rushed tone and yank the elastic of his sweatpants to release his cock. "I'll take over."

"Oh fuck, will you? Good girl. Ride my cock."

You could feel he had an impressive girth, but you were so ready to claim it. To plunge it into yourself. "I wish I could see your cock."

"Yes. Shit," he replies as he helped you position yourself. "I wish I could see you. I always wanted this and now... Fuck, we are doing it in the worst place possible."

You slide down his length, your dripping pussy pulling it in. He feels so good inside you. He is big, he is bumpy, he is firm, and fills you just right.

"Yes, sweetheart..." he growls. "Yes, ride my cock. Fuck me."

You keep rolling your hips, grinding against his stomach, guiding his big hands to pinch your nipples or hold your neck in just the right way. "Yes... fuck yes..." You are so close, the pressure of your delight expanding in your stomach. "I'll... I'll..."

With a loud whirl of electricity, the light comes on, and the elevator starts moving. It's working again, and it will open soon. You two look at each other, red-faced, disheveled, teeth bared, breathing heavily, sweaty, beautiful. And oh-so-disappointed.

With a sly grin, your ex-neighbor makes a fist and slams it against the emergency stop button. The red light turns on as the elevator jams again. The only difference is, this time, there is not a drop of fear in your body.

[bapeach]

KK's "twin"

This is my longest fic so far and I'm gonna be honest, it's not great. I lowkey hate it because the ending is very rushed and I don't love the overall vibe, but I also didn't wanna just get rid of the whole thing. I promise I'll try to post a better fic soon! I'm sorry for any grammatical mistakes and as always I hope you enjoy. :) (Also, I'm sorry if the translated part is incorrect, my French isn't what it used to be 😅) Find my masterlist here :)

Pairing(s): Paige Bueckers x female!reader  Word count: 7.1k+  Summary: When the team finally gets to meet KK's beloved cousin, Paige realizes that her type has changed. ------------

Today was the day. The day you’d finally visit KK at UConn, and she couldn’t be more excited. You were KK’s 2-year-older cousin, and honestly? She thought of you as her role model. Every time she saw you, she’d beg you to transfer to UConn so you two could hang out more. You never really paid any mind to it, though. You liked your own school, had great friends, and had a starting position on your basketball team. Of course, you missed the younger girl when you didn’t see each other for months at a time, her being your favorite cousin and all, but it wasn’t enough for you to enter the transfer portal. 

KK looked as if she was about to combust, unable to sit still in her excitement. “You guys are gonna love her so much! She’s so funny. I mean, not as funny as I am, but still! She’s like my twin, for real,” KK gushed to her team as they all sat in the locker room getting ready for practice. She ignored the looks the girls gave each other, continuing to sing your praises, too enthusiastic to let them bring her mood down. 

It’s not like the team wasn’t looking forward to meeting you. Not at all! It’s just that they’d had to listen to KK’s excited rambling for days now, and it was getting a little old. Hell, they hadn’t even met you and they already knew your favorite foods, the movies you liked, the inside jokes you two had and even the name of your first pet! So, yeah, the girls were getting a little tired of the young guard’s constant yapping. They were also a bit nervous. They loved KK to bits, but they weren’t sure they’d be able to handle two of her. 

KK was no doubt the life of the party, always hyping people up and bringing smiles to everyone’s faces. Some people said she reminded them of a puppy with her endless energy and youthful joy. This was often a good thing, seeing as there was never a boring moment when she was around. The older teammates did, however, have to rein her in a bit when things got too chaotic and loud. So, yeah, the fact that there would be two of her, both constantly egging each other on, was a bit scary.

As the girls make their way to the court, KK continues talking about all the things you guys would do when you got here and how she was going to convince you to transfer. “It’s gonna work this time!” she swore. Seeing coach Geno already there waiting for them, the basketball players step up their pace, trying not to piss off the older man (Okay, and maybe to get away from KK, though they’d never admit that to the girl).

Once they’re all huddled around the coach, listening to today’s plans, Paige looks over at Nika across from her. The blonde raises her eyebrows, widening her eyes as she huffs a little, as if to say, “Finally, she’s quiet,” making Nika grin. Azzi, having seen the whole interaction, gives Paige a push and shakes her head with an eye roll and a smile. The blue-eyed guard simply sends her a playful wink, letting her know she’s just kidding. As the team scatters to start their drills, Paige walks over to KK, slinging an arm around her. While she’d rather not hear about how good of a basketball player you are or how well you pull off pranks, again, she knows it’ll make her friend happy.

Having been split up into groups, KK, Paige, Azzi, Nika, and Aaliyah walk over to one side of the gym for their exercises. “So, at what time is this legendary Y/N even coming?” the Croatian girl asks. “Uhh, she said she’d probably get here a little after practice ends,” KK replies with a beaming smile. “You guys will join us for lunch, right?” she asks, looking up at Paige with wide, hopeful eyes. The blonde catches the ball Aaliyah throws at her, bouncing it on the floor a few times as she looks at the teammates. Seeing them all nod with a shrug, she smiles at the freshman, “Sure thing, KK.”.

While you had originally planned on arriving a little after practice, letting KK shower and get ready in peace, you’d changed your plans. Your coach, an old friend of Geno’s, had let UConn’s coach know you’d be touring the university. The older man had given you a call, letting you know you could stop by practice if you wanted to “see how they do it in Connecticut”. You’d agreed, letting him know you appreciated the invitation. You had to admit, you were excited. You’d get to see your best friend in action, meet her beloved team, and scout the competition a little. 

Arriving at Gampel Pavilion, you eagerly make your way inside. You open the big double doors to the court, making sure not to slam them so as to not disturb the players. You immediately walk over to coach Auriemma, shaking his hand and telling him it’s an honor to meet him. While you loved your own coach dearly and were thankful for everything she’d done for you, part of you wishes you’d committed to UConn to learn from the Geno Auriemma. 

As you two talk about your basketball experiences, you hear a loud yell. “TWINNNN!” KK screams, sprinting over to you. You barely have enough time to turn around to catch the younger girl as she flings herself at you. You stumble back a bit before catching your footing and gripping her tightly. “Hey there, Kiddo,” you chuckle at her glee and the way she’s clinging onto you. When she finally lets you go, you take a step back, crossing your arms with a tiny smirk on your face. Her team had walked over after hearing the commotion, wanting to finally meet the amazing Y/N.

When KK had called you her twin and a slightly less cool version of herself, the athletes had not expected this. Paige gulped nervously, giving you a once-over. You stood next to KK, towering over her as you matched Jana’s height, standing at 6’5”. You were wearing a navy shirt with black Nike sweats and matching sneakers, a dog tag necklace glinting on your chest. Your arms were covered with patchwork tattoos while a nose piercing twinkled under the bright gym lights. Paige had seen you were wearing a few chunky rings when you were hugging KK, one of which looked like a snake coiling around your finger. 

Your dark eyes roam over the team, making some of the younger girls shift their weight a little, feeling slightly intimidated by your intense vibe. If you didn’t look so scary, the team would’ve laughed at the stark difference between you and KK. While the shorter girl gave off golden retriever vibes, you were like a black cat. Your sharp jaw and big muscles made sure people didn’t mess with you, and the smirk on your face made you look like you knew everyone’s secrets. You looked fearless. 

While Paige was always pretty confident and never really got nervous around anyone, she felt her throat go dry as her hands became clammy the longer she looked at you. “Hey, I’m Y/N,” you said, your voice low and steady. Paige felt a wave of emotion wash over her, but she couldn’t figure out which one. 

You see the girl you recognize as Nika open her mouth to introduce herself. Before she gets the chance to, KK starts introducing everyone, adding her usual sass. Though you were already familiar with everyone, your cousin having shown you plenty of pictures of everyone, all with funny stories attached to them, you give her your full attention with a soft grin.

“..., and that’s Azzi, she’s coach’s favorite,” she playfully frowns before finishing the introductions, “And that over there is P Boogers, she always bullies me.” You look over as KK points at each girl, hearing Paige scoff at the freshman’s description of herself. You look the blonde up and down, raising an eyebrow in amusement as she catches your eye, a blush creeping up her face. “Cute,” you think to yourself. 

“Nice to meet you guys! KK has told me all about you,” you say with a grin, slinging your arm over KK’s shoulder as you rub her head in a teasing way. You hear the girls laugh as your cousin pushes you away with a huff. “I thought you said you wouldn’t be here until after practice?” she questions, fixing her hair. “What? And miss seeing you in action?” you smirk. 

“Alright ladies, this is all very sweet, but we’ve still got 30 minutes of practice left, so let’s keep going! You need to warm up, kid, or are you good to go?” coach Geno calls out, turning to you towards the end of his sentence. “I’m ready, sir,” you grin. He sends you a nod, bouncing a basketball your way. You catch it before letting it spin on your pointer finger. “Alright huskies, split up into teams for a scrimmage. I trust you’re all old enough to choose your own team without fighting!” the coach's voice booms loudly.

KK immediately jumps on your back, yelling, “Dibs!”, right into your ear. You wince, telling her to get off as you roll your eyes. You pretend you’re annoyed, but it’s clear that you’re just kidding, finding it endearing how much the younger girl clings to you. 

During the scrimmage, you impress the athletes around you with your near-perfect shots, great form, and high basketball IQ. “No wonder she’s a starter for her team,” the girl sporting a #5 jersey thinks to herself. While she usually never really struggles to lock in and focus on the game, she finds herself getting distracted by the way you move with power yet grace. 

After you finish your game, your team having won by 2 points, you get a few pats on the shoulder from the girls. “Not too shabby,” Nika teases with a smirk. “Yeah, KK could learn a thing or two from you,” Ice says with a mischievous grin, narrowly avoiding a slap aimed at her arm by the girl in question. “See what I mean? I’m always getting bullied for no reason,” the freshman complains with a frown. “It’s okay, Kiddo… I’m sure you’ll be as good as me one day,” you say, patting her shoulder before sending her a smirk as you finish your sentence. 

“Heyyyy! You guys are so rude,” she groans before stomping off to the locker room. You only chuckle, walking over to the sidelines where you’d left your bag. You bend down to grab your bottle, squeezing some water into your mouth. Once you feel refreshed, you close the lid, wiping away the drops that missed your mouth. 

As you look up, you see Paige staring at you, swallowing harshly before looking away once you make eye contact. You grin to yourself before lifting your bag over your shoulder and following the girls towards the locker room. As you pass by Paige, who tries her best but fails to avoid looking at you, you send her a wink. This is gonna be fun.

Once everyone is ready, you decide to split up into different cars to meet up at your nearest McDonald’s. Of course, KK sprints off towards your car before anyone else has time to decide who will drive. You just chuckle, crossing your arms as you look at the other girls to see who else will join you. “Nika, Paige, and I will also come with you if that’s okay?” Azzi smiles softly at you. “Fine by me,” you return the gesture. “Alright, cool,” Nika says. You all turn towards Paige when you don’t hear a reaction from her. 

It’s not like Paige wanted to ignore the conversation happening around her. She just couldn’t stop looking at the way your muscles were flexing as you crossed your arms. It’s not like she had a crush on you or anything! She was just… appreciating your physique! Yeah, that’s it! 

You smirk a little as Azzi nudges Paige. Heat creeps up the blonde’s face as she realizes everyone is looking at her, waiting for a reply. “Uh, yeah! Yeah, that’s cool,” she stutters, hoping that she replied the right thing to whatever they’d just asked her. You chuckle softly as you turn around and start walking toward where KK is impatiently waiting. “God, took you guys long enough! Let’s gooooo, I’m hungry,” she complains. 

Once everyone gets into the car, you plug in your phone and start playing your latest playlist. Making sure everyone is wearing their seatbelt, you shift the car into gear and start driving. You spend the next 15 minutes listening to KK’s chatting, smacking her hand away from your phone whenever she tries to change a song. Feeling a pair of eyes on you, you glance into your rearview mirror, once again making eye contact with Paige. You send her a soft smile, not wanting to embarrass her. She sends you a nervous smile before turning back to Nika, who was mumbling something about her psychology class.

When you arrive at the fast food joint, you all pile through the door, moving towards the nearest free tables. The conversation flows easily between you and the team, everyone becoming more at ease in your presence. While you were definitely a lot scarier than KK, you two did share some similar traits. Both of your smiles could light up a dark room, you had the same humor (though KK’s was a bit more immature), and you had the same mannerisms. The longer you all hung out, the more everyone realized that though you looked like you could easily knock them out, you were very kind. You always gave your full attention to everyone talking to you, never interrupting them. You made sure to include the quieter girls when you thought they might feel left out. You shared your food with the ball of energy next to you without a word, simply pushing your fries closer to her…

Paige couldn’t help feeling warmth spread through her chest. It’s just… it was sweet to see you treat one of her favorite people with so much love… “Yeah, that’s it,” the UConn star thought to herself. She simply appreciates you as a person and could see herself becoming really good friends with you!

Paige gets shaken out of her thoughts as she hears Azzi speak. “So Y/N, how come you didn’t commit to UConn?”. She turns to you, seeing you lean back a bit to cross your arms before replying. “Well, I actually almost enrolled here-” you start before getting interrupted by KK’s mumbling, “You should’ve”. You grin at her pouting before continuing, “It took me a while to choose a school. I had to pick between academics and athletics. While UConn is a really good uni for academics as well, my university just had a better program.”

Paige bites her lip as she watches you talk. It was so alluring. The way you were able to keep everyone’s attention with your low, raspy voice. “While I obviously love basketball, it felt less important to me than my studies. Besides, it’s not like my school’s basketball team sucks, they’re great! Maybe not UConn great, but we can hold our own,” you grin, hearing the girls around you chuckle. 

“You know, KK has talked about you nonstop for days, but we still don’t even know what your major is,” Aaliyah says. You shake your head in amusement at the young girl’s ability to say so much while simultaneously not really saying anything at all. “I’m an English major,” you say with a small smile. “Oooh, so you know all the big words? Fancy,” Nika says with a teasing smile on her face. “She does!” KK raves, “She can also speak like 10 languages!”. 

You roll your eyes at the exaggeration, but your smile grows with her enthusiasm. “Okay, chill, it’s not that many.” “You speak other languages? Which ones?” Nika asks, leaning forward with interest. “Well, obviously I speak English,” you grin as everyone chuckles. “But besides that, I can also speak French, Spanish, and a bit of German… Oh! And I’ve been learning a bit of sign language on the side, but I’m still looking for proper classes for that,” you explain. Looking around, you see everyone’s eyes widen as their mouths drop open. “Holy shit!” you hear someone mumble. 

“Yo, you should say something in French!” you hear Ice say. “Uh, sure, what do you want me to say?” you ask. You see the girls all look at each other, trying to find something you could say. “Why don’t you introduce yourself?” you hear Azzi’s soft voice beside you as she sends you a gentle smile. “Alright, let’s see,” you clear your throat. 

“Bonjour, je m'appelle Y/N ! J'ai vingt ans et j'étudie l'anglais. Mon hobby est le basket-ball, bien sûr, mais j'aime aussi lire. Je suis fille unique, mais j'ai quelques cousins dont je suis assez proche. Mon meilleur ami est KK. Uhhh, je n'ai pas de petite amie mais j'y travaille,” you say, looking at Paige for the last sentence with a mischievous grin. (“Hello, my name is Y/N! I'm twenty years old and I'm an English major. My hobby is basketball, of course, but I also like to read. I'm an only child, but I have a few cousins I'm quite close with. My best friend is KK. Uhhh, I don't have a girlfriend, but I'm working on that.”)

Paige flushes as she looks away. She’d been staring at you the whole time, chewing her lip. The blonde was completely enthralled by your French accent. Even speaking a different language, you spoke with full confidence, which sent another wave of emotion through her stomach. 

The girls around you look at you impressed. After explaining what you just said, skillfully leaving out the last part, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom. Before you’ve even fully disappeared from everyone’s view, Azzi knocks her elbow into Paige’s arm. Quickly looking away from your retreating figure, the blue-eyed girl looks at her best friend, letting her know she’s listening. “Hm?” she hums, pretending the brunette hadn’t caught her staring again.

“She’s so into you,” she replies in a hushed voice, making sure no one overheard her. “What?” Paige questions, her eyes wide. Her tone has a certain… desperation? No. Not desperation, because Paige doesn’t like you like that… she’s just uhh intrigued by you… Yeah, that sounds right…

“Mhmmm,” the team’s princess hums, “did you notice how she left out the last part of her translation?” “What?” Paige repeats, “Of course not, I can’t speak French… But you can!”. The blonde’s voice rises at the end of her sentence, gaining the attention of her team around her. She just grins at them sheepishly before asking Azzi to tell her what you’d said, her voice urgent.

The brunette shakes her head, chuckling in amusement at how smitten Paige already seemed, only having met you a few hours prior. “Calm down, lovergirl.” “Azz, come on! She’s gonna be back soon,” the enamored girl whines, acting like a little kid. Azzi rolls her eyes, leaning even closer to her best friend, “She said she’s not dating anyone… but she’s working on that…”. Paige frowns for a second. Not because she doesn’t like the idea of you dating anyone else! Just because she’s not sure what any of that has to do with her. “God, you’re so oblivious sometimes, P. Did you not see the way she was looking at you while she said that? The way she’s been looking at you this whole time actually?”

The star athlete doesn’t get the chance to reply, seeing as you’d already returned back to your seat. It was probably for the better though, sass clear on the blonde’s face. None of it mattered anyway. The blue-eyed girl is pretty sure you were looking at her the way you were looking at everyone. “And besides, even if she did like me, it’s not like I’d care… she’s not exactly my type,” the girl thought to herself. 

And you weren’t really. Paige had had her fair share of girlfriends and flings, all more on the… well… girly side. Girls that knew nothing about basketball, loved makeup, and were scared of breaking a nail. She’d never been with anyone taller than her. Someone that was more likely to carry her around on tiresome hiking dates. Paige wasn’t used to anyone being able to make her so flustered just by a simple look, always being the one to make other girls blush with a few well-aimed flirty grins. 

Azzi knew her best friend. She could read her like an open book even when she tried to be sneaky. Because let’s be honest, if there’s one thing Paige isn’t, it’s subtle. Whenever the blonde liked a girl, she’d stare at them, holding eye contact like her life depended on it and making them feel like they were the only people in the world. She’d flirt by annoying the hell out of them, knowing they couldn’t be mad at her when she’d send them her signature smirk. And so, because Azzi knows her so well, she could clearly tell that Paige was head over heels. It was cute to see the otherwise so confident girl flush red, stumble over her words, and zone out looking at you while still trying to deny her crush. 

“We should all hang out at Pazzi’s dorm!” KK says eagerly, “We can have a sleepover!”. Paige rolls her eyes at the ship name between her and her best friend. “‘Xcuse me? Do we not get any say in that?” she replies sassily. “Hmmm, no,” KK grins. “Whatever,” the blonde responds, faking her annoyance. She was actually pretty excited at the thought of spending more time with you. Of course, she didn’t let that show. She didn’t want Azzi to give her that knowing look of hers.

After finishing your meals and a lot more laughing, you all get up to go to Paige and Azzi’s dorm. As you’re walking towards your car, you let the girls go ahead of you, hanging back a little to keep talking to KK. You look up as you hear your cousin stop mid-sentence, a frown forming on her face. Paige, Azzi, and Nika had already reached your car, the blonde leaning against the passenger seat. “What? Nuh-uh, I get to sit in front!” KK speeds over with a scowl. “You snooze, you lose, Camera,” the blue-eyed girl smirks. “Y/N! Tell her to move,” your cousin demands, swiveling her head around and looking at you with a pout. You look between the two, both blue and brown eyes staring at you with hope. 

You shrug lightly with a smile, “Sorry kid, you should’ve called shotgun.” KK huffs as she stomps her foot, making her teammates laugh. “You’re supposed to be on my sideee,” she whines as you unlock the car and get in. You only chuckle, looking in your rearview mirror to see her pouting with her arms crossed. “Play nice, Kam,” you say with a warm smile. She replies by sticking her tongue out and looking away in annoyance. You can tell she’s not actually mad though, the corners of her mouth curling up against her will. You two could never stay mad at each other anyway, always apologizing within a few hours of an argument. 

As you’re driving and asking the directions from the blonde beside you, you can’t help stealing glances at her. She looked so peaceful, nodding along to the beat of the songs on the radio as she tapped her fingers against her thighs. You weren’t afraid to admit you were attracted to the well-known player, even before getting to know her. You’d seen quite a few of her games, even played against her one time (though she probably didn’t remember, you looked quite different back then, and your last name wasn’t that uncommon). You really admired the girl if you were being honest. 

On the court she was an amazing player, the stats proved that. And she didn't win all those prizes for nothing. You liked the way she never gave up. The way she led her team, even when they felt like all was lost. You also knew she had a really high basketball IQ, the way she seemed to be able to know what was gonna happen on the court before it had even happened.

Off the court she was a great person as well. You hadn't known her for that long, but KK had told you plenty of stories about all the funny moments she'd had with the blonde. During late-night facetimes, when the vibe had calmed down, KK would tell you all about how the #5 player had helped her. It didn’t matter if your cousin needed help with certain shots she struggled with or with her schoolwork, Paige was always there when she needed it. And anyone KK spoke of that highly? Well, they were immediately good in your book. 

When you guys are about halfway to campus, Paige's phone rings. Glancing over, you see the caller ID read Ice Spice. You could only assume it was the #25 player calling. You see the blonde scrunch her face together in confusion as she taps "Accept." "Wassup, Ice? You're on speaker," she says, holding the phone in between you two. "Hey, we were thinking of stopping at the store real quick to get some snacks. Whatchu guys want?" You hear Ice's voice crackle through the phone. You wait until everyone has answered before asking them to bring your favorite snack and drink. You also ask them to bring some other candy that you know KK really likes but always seems to forget about. As you look back, you see that the young girl has already long forgotten about the phone call, being too busy playing a game on her phone. You roll your eyes fondly.

When you get to the apartments, you park the car and walk towards the trunk. You hand everyone their bags, holding onto your own as well as your cousin's as you listen to her bicker with Paige. You hear Nika butt in every once in a while to tease both girls, her Croatian accent coming out a little. Walking up to the agreed-upon dorm, you fall back a little as you make quiet conversation with Azzi.

You really vibed with Azzi. She was calm and pretty quiet, but she didn't bite her tongue when she disagreed with something. You liked how mature she was but still managed to quip back with a witty comeback to make everyone laugh. 

You liked the whole team, really. The way they all acted like older sisters to KK. While being around the same age as her, you tell they felt a sense of protectiveness over your baby cousin. You saw as they all took turns making sure she was okay, keeping an eye out for her at all times. It warmed your heart.

When you all reach the dorm, you walk in, putting down your and KK’s bags somewhere near the door. “Y/N! Sit next to me!” KK hollers from where she’s seated on the couch. You chuckle in amusement as you walk over, plopping down next to her. You sling an arm around her and pull her a little closer. You feel the freshman relax against you as you both listen to Paige and Nika’s bickering. Azzi sits down next to you, giving you a gentle smile before turning to give her best friend a disapproving look as the girl says something out of pocket to Nika.

Sitting here, totally at ease, made you realize that in the few hours you’d known the girls, they’d made you feel completely at home in their little group. You continue to listen to the chattering around you, joining the conversation whenever you need to before hearing a loud banging on the door. “Oh my godddd”, you hear Paige groan as she gets up. Opening the door, she says, “Y’all needa fucking chillll, bro,” before letting the rest of the team in. 

Everyone finds a place to settle down before handing out the snacks and drinks. When you get your stuff handed to you, you give the candy to KK. She immediately shoots up from where she was lying against your side. You grin at her as she looks at you with wide eyes before flinging herself back down against you in a hug. 

“This is why you’re my favorite cousin!” she fake cries, making the team chuckle at her dramatics. You smile down at her as you pat her head before looking up when you hear someone say, “So… what’re we gonna do?”. Everyone looks at each other, shrugging a little. “Games and a movie?” Azzi suggests softly. 

Not being able to say no to the people’s princess, everyone agrees before splitting up into groups to play different games. Ice and Aaliyah immediately get up to go play Fortnite on Paige’s Xbox while some of the other girls run off to go play Roblox on Paige and Azzi’s laptops. 

You stay seated as Azzi walks over to the cupboard to grab a deck of Uno for you, KK, Paige, Nika, and herself. Before the brunette even gets the chance to take out the cards, the blonde turns to the Croatian girl to talk shit. “You ready to lose again, Mool?” she teases, completely butchering Nika’s last name. “I hope you play better than you talk shit, Boogers,” the Croatian quips back. You feel KK sit up properly as she grins, having regained her energy, “Less talking, more playing, losers. You guys are going downnn.”

15 minutes later you think you might pass out. 

Have you ever laughed this much before? Turns out Nika is notoriously bad at Uno, somehow always forgetting to yell the word when she has one card left. Apparently Paige is strangely good at pulling +2 cards while Azzi somehow always manages to have all of her cards be the same color. You were the only normal player, seeing as KK kept trying to (and somehow succeeding to?) cheat by looking at everyone’s cards and by putting down multiple cards when no one was looking. After a while, you decide to stop playing, seeing as Nika looks like she’s about to kill Paige if she gets another +2 card. 

You spend the rest of the afternoon laughing as you play games and tell stories. When it hits dinner time, you order a few pizzas. You all decide to play rock-paper-scissors to see who has to go get them. You’re glad to see the Croatian girl is better at that than Uno, seeing as you weren’t sure it would end well if she lost again. 

Once Ashlynn and Caroline leave, you all find a spot around the tv to watch some movies. You’re still seated on the couch next to KK and Azzi, with Nika and Paige sitting beside them.

“Alright, I think it’s my turn to choose a movie,” Paige says in a matter-of-fact way. “What? No way it’s already your turn again!” Ice protests. “Uhm? Yeah, it is? Aubrey picked last time, so it’s my turn again,” she frowns offendedly. “I swear to God if you make us watch that movie again,” Aaliyah grumbles from her spot on the floor. “Hey! Love & Basketball is a really good movie!” Paige raises her voice defensively, “Right, Azzi?”. 

“Yeah, sure, ask the one person who loves the movie as much as you do,” Nika grins. The blue-eyed girl looks around the room with a frown before settling her eyes on you. Her face softens. “What do you think of the movie, Y/N?”. Her eyes are wide and innocent looking, you think you can even see a sparkle of hope swimming around in them.

You raise your eyebrows slightly as everyone turns towards you expectantly. You clear your throat a little. “I, uhh, haven’t seen it yet,” you shrug slightly. Paige’s mouth drops open. “IT’S DECIDED, WE’RE WATCHING IT!” she yells, making the girls around her groan. You grin at the girl, glad to see she’s gotten more comfortable around you, showing her more playful side instead of the nervous side you’d been seeing (though she looked cute either way). “Okay, okay, calm down, P,” Azzi chuckles at her excitement. “We’re gonna watch multiple movies anyway, so why don’t we let Y/N pick the first movie and then watch yours after?”. You see the team nod their heads eagerly at the idea of not having to watch Paige’s movie just yet.

You look over at Paige, who playfully scratches her chin in thought. “Okay, fine… But only because I’m not in the mood for it yet,” she says. “Right… not in the mood for your favorite movie… or maybe you’re head over heels for Y/N, who will tell?” Azzi thinks with a small smile on her face. 

“So, Y/N/N, what’s it gonna be?” Nika asks with her signature teasing smirk. Once you tell them your favorite movie, you start chatting about school and basketball, waiting for the food to arrive. You see Paige get up out of the corner of your eye as she mumbles something about getting everything ready. Azzi nods, getting up as well to help the blonde with the plates and cups. Your eyes follow their retreating figures until they disappear into the kitchen area. You hoped you’d be able to talk to the blue-eyed girl alone before you had to leave again, wanting to see if you were right thinking she liked you back.

When Paige and Azzi get to the kitchen, they don’t speak at first, silently moving in sync as if they were two parts of a whole. Seeing as the blonde isn’t going to say anything, Azzi opens her mouth. “So… Are you gonna make a move?” 

Paige whips her head towards the brunette so fast you’d think she got whiplash. “What? What do you mean? Make a move on who? I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she rambles as her cheeks flush red. Azzi grins at her friend’s nervousness before placing her hand softly on the girl’s arm. “Relax, P, it’s just us here.”. 

“I’m chill, I just don’t like Y/N like that,” she replies, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge so she has something to do with her hands. “If you don’t like her, then how did you know who I was talking about?” Azzi looks at her with a gentleness that makes Paige freeze.

“Oh my god… I like Y/N…” the blonde thinks as her eyes go wide. Seeing her reaction, her best friend pulls her into a hug. “Ask her out,” she whispers into the panicking girl’s ear. “No! No, I can’t! I mean, she probably doesn’t even like me back… And even if she did, she’s KK’s cousin… that’d be weird, right?” the wide-eyed girl rambles. The brunette doesn’t get the chance to reply as loud knocking is heard on the front door. Paige pulls away with a certain urgency as she speeds out of the kitchen to let the girls in. Azzi shakes her head with a sigh, “Let’s hope Y/N has more balls,” she mumbles to herself.

Walking to the living room with the paper plates and cups, Azzi sees Paige already sitting back in her spot, leaving an empty spot next to you for herself. “P, swap with me,” she says, standing in front of the blonde. Paige’s eyes widen as she asks, “Why?” “Cus I said so,” the brunette rolls her eyes, “I need to talk to Caroline.” Paige gulps as she scooches closer to you.

You send her a soft smile, being able to feel nerves radiate off of her in waves. It was cute seeing how much a nervous mess she was near you. You’d seen enough edits of her on your TikTok to know she was usually extremely confident. So seeing her like this? Completely flushed, avoiding eye contact, and even sometimes stuttering over her words, she looked adorable.

As you all start watching the movie, you feel KK lean against you as she finally starts mellowing out. You knew it was coming. You’d been around the younger girl enough to know she was very high energy throughout the whole day, but the second you two sat down, in the comfort of your safe space, she’d become quiet, finally being at ease. 

You all eat your food, watching your favorite movie, and you can’t help but wish you could stay like this forever. Once the end credits play, the girls around you praise your movie choice before playfully complaining about the fact that it was now turn for Paige’s movie. You all joke around a little more before you decide to finally watch the movie, not wanting to go to bed too late. As the first lines get spoken, the blonde loudly shushes everyone with a wide grin, leaning forward a little to fully enjoy the movie. 

While you’re sure Love & Basketball is a great movie, you don’t pay attention for a second. How could you? When Paige was sitting so close to you, subconsciously having leaned in a little. Her warm thigh pressed against yours as she mouths all the words. It makes your heart flutter.

Throughout the movie, some girls get up, mumbling about going to bed before disappearing with a wave and a sleepy smile. When the movie comes to an end, only a handful of people are left. You look around, making sure not to wake KK from where she has fallen asleep against you. “Did everyone fall asleep?” you ask with a soft chuckle. “Yeah, it looks like it,” Paige grins.

The blonde gets up, grabbing the cups and plates around her. You get up as well, making sure KK is still comfortable, before helping the blue-eyed girl bring the dishes away. You work in silence until you get to the kitchen. “You were right, you know?” you say with a grin. “Hm,” Paige hums, looking at you before breaking eye contact nervously. 

“You were right, it was a good movie,” you say, stepping a bit closer to her. “Yeah?” Paige asks with a grin, “Did you also love the part where they dyed their hair in the janky gas station?” “Yeah, that was a really good part,” you say, sliding even closer to her. Your heart flutters as you hear her laugh, slapping a hand in front of her mouth to not wake up the girls. “You didn’t watch the movie at all, did you?” she says, her eyes twinkling.

You send her a smirk, standing in front of her as she’s leaning against the counter. “You caught me,” you say, not even feeling embarrassed about it. She laughs, heat rising in her cheeks at your proximity, before asking, “What did you even do for the past 2 hours?” You shrug, leaning a little closer, “I guess I was just enjoying the view.” Paige flushes a bright red. 

She clears her throat and looks everywhere but at you. “Ahem, the uhhh, the girls like you a lot,” she stammers, picking at her nails. “Oh yeah?” you grin, “That’s nice… I like them too…” “Mhm… You know, when KK told us about you, we didn’t expect you to be like this at all. I mean, she called you her twin all the time, so we envisioned an exact copy of her. She always called you the less cool version of herself. We didn’t expect you to be so badass. I mean, like, your tattoos! They’re cool! Yeah, cool….,” the blonde rambles, her sentence trailing off as she cringes at how awkward she is.

Your eyes crinkle as your smile grows. “Paige…” you say softly, making her look up at you. “Relax,” you mumble, taking another step closer as you grab her hips. You give them a light squeeze before saying, “Listen, I like you. I’ve always admired you from afar, but now that I’ve spent a day with you, I’ve realized that I want to be more than just a friend… So, I would really like to take you on a date if you’d let me?”

You look down at her, slightly nervous about what she’ll reply. When you see her tense up, you soften your grip, getting ready to take a step away. You worry you misread the situation, but before you can step back, Paige relaxes as a bright smile makes its way onto her face. “Yeah, yeah, that’d be nice,” she grins. 

You smile widely. Paige’s eyes dart all over your face, properly taking you in. Her eyes linger on your lips for a second before they return to yours. You lean a little closer, testing the waters and giving her the chance to pull away. When she doesn’t, you lean in all the way, pressing a soft kiss against her lips as she closes her eyes. When you pull back, her body follows yours, not quite ready to end the kiss just yet. 

Opening her eyes, she looks at you with a grin, biting her lip in excitement. This all felt so new and exhilarating. Completely different from her past relationships but a good different. She felt like she could explode from the giddy feeling in her stomach. 

Leaning in to kiss you again, a loud gasp can be heard. You both pull away quickly as you turn around to see KK standing there with wide eyes, her mouth dropped open. You look at her with a worried look in your eyes. While you did really like Paige, you’d never date her if KK wasn’t okay with it. 

For a moment no one says anything. You open your mouth to apologize, to explain, to say something, anything! You don’t get the chance to however as the younger girl speaks first. “So… does that mean you’re finally transferring to UConn?” she says, her shocked expression turning into a smug smirk. You feel the tension leave your body and can’t help letting out a deep belly laugh. You pull her into a tight hug, looking back at a still frozen Paige. You grin at her, sending her a wink as she finally relaxes. This is gonna be really fun.

[irisintheafterglow]

bllk vs u-20 game spoilers.

there's a pit in your stomach as you wait with the rest of the blue lock 11's family members in one of the stadium's many concrete passageways. the group around you is humming with anticipation, but all you can do is hug your arms close to your torso and try to remember to breathe, even if it's shaky. anri had reached out to close family and friends of the players as soon as the game against the u-20 team was confirmed, and you were among the few who received comp tickets (probably in exchange for giving up your boyfriend for several months).

no one would think you and rin were together, and you knew damn well that he wasn't going to be sharing his relationship status with anyone he interacted with in the program; it took a whole year for him to open up to you about his history with sae. those on the outside must've thought he was blackmailing you to stay together, but only you two knew that you were his closest confidant, his steadiest rock, and the one who stayed even when soccer took the place of any form of sustenance.

a door opens around the corner.

here they come.

the first person to bound forward and leap into the crowd is the monster dribbler, bachira. he all but tackles a woman in a long coat that you recognized as sitting a few rows in front of you. next comes the redhead runner who was subbed out in the first part of the second half--chigiri. he's immediately enveloped in a swath of two matching, vibrantly scarlet heads of hair, cooing about how he was all grown up and how they were so proud. soon, the rest of the players--otoya with the green stripe in his hair, karasu with a casually disarming grin, nagi and reo moving as one unit--greet their families and friends. the embraces make you nauseous, the joy in their smiles are pushing you toward a panic attack. where was he? the kick rin had taken to the face felt like your world stopped, but he recovered quick enough for spectators to think he was unharmed.

"e-excuse me?" you lightly tap the shoulder of the match's hero, isagi. he'd been the only one to see--no, predict--that rin would surpass sae, which gave him the opening to score the final goal. your face burns from shame as isagi and his parents turn to look at you kindly, while you're practically shrinking into one of rin's jerseys. "that last goal was a wonderful shot. great job," you offer. he beams when you praise him and nods enthusiastically.

"thanks! i'm really excited for the next---"

"i'm sorry," you cut in sheepishly, and he pauses, tilting his head to the side curiously. his eyes flick down to the silver 'R' dangling by a chain on your neck. "do you know where, um, where rin is?" you say, and an odd look crosses isagi's face.

"yeah, he was..." isagi hesitates, choosing his words carefully. "he's not really in the best mood, even though we just won. he's kind of brooding, if you can call it that. i don't know if anyone should be talking to him."

"i know that," you reply, bristling a little impatiently. you know better than anyone the mental state he was in right now, which was why you needed to be there for him. "sorry...i just don't want him to be alone right now." isagi blinks once, then twice, before turning back to his parents, who were watching the exchange with a strange amount of sympathy.

"i'll be back," he tells them. "i'm gonna go grab rin from the locker room. i'll say someone's here for him."

"he's gonna refuse initially," you warn isagi before he leaves. your fingers brush the solitary letter hanging on your skin. "if he's stubborn about it, tell him the penguin charm fell off my necklace."

"inside joke?"

"inside joke," you clarify with a sad smile. isagi nods dutifully.

"got it."

a few minutes later, most of the players and their families had filed out of the hallway toward the meeting room, where the stadium was serving an assortment of dinner entrees. they could catch up, share stories, and have this one night of relaxation before the next phase of the project began. word had somehow spread around that you were rin's partner; bachira and hiori were almost begging to hear the stories you had about him as they tried to drag you to dinner. you politely told them you'd be up in a bit, and they settle for escorting isagi's parents instead. then, you're alone in the hallway until isagi returns with your boyfriend in tow.

"i'll be over here if you guys need anything," he says lowly to you as he passes, positioning himself a respectful distance away while your attention finally turns completely to rin.

he stands two steps away, hands shoved in the pockets of his joggers. he won't look at you.

"hi," you breathe, willing his eyes to meet yours. "rin?" no answer, only another step toward you, but not close enough to touch. he was, at this moment, completely unreadable to you; you couldn't tell what he needed, and you weren't sure if he knew, either. "please look at me." he takes a slow inhale through his nose and exhales unevenly through his mouth. your shirt catches his eye and he looks anywhere but your face.

"that's mine."

"mhmm, i've been waiting to wear it since you left," you tell him gently.

"looks good. on you." he's exhausted--mind, body, and soul. you coax his walls to come down bit by bit, even when every second you're not touching him feels like torture. you reach out to brush a strand of hair from his eyes, but he catches your wrist before you make contact, and you flinch.

maybe you misjudged what he needed. maybe he was going to push you away, too. maybe he was past a point you couldn't follow, somewhere he didn't need you anymore.

his eyes finally meet yours and say all you need to hear.

i'd never.

he holds your wrist there before slowly guiding your fingers to cup his face, leaning into you with a sigh. as soon as your skin is against his, it's like his body wakes itself up via lightning strike. in one breath, he's grabbing your hips and pulling you as close as humanly possible. your arms snake around his neck while his head falls forward onto your shoulder. his embrace is tight, but somehow you're not close enough to him.

"shit," rin croaks into your neck. you can feel the grief shrouded underneath his wrath, a boiling pot of emotions reserved for only his older brother. it didn't matter that blue lock was victorious; in this fight between the itoshi brothers, sae was still the superior sibling (at least, in the world's eyes). you can't think of any words to comfort him, so you settle for running your hand up and down his back. "damn him. damn it all."

"i know, baby, i know," you murmur. "but you did so well."

"it wasn't enough," he seethes, and his voice breaks. you press a kiss into his hair. this was how you and rin functioned--nothing like flashy dates or extra displays of affection, just an understanding of the other's feelings. "it's never fucking enough." his grip on your waist temporarily tightens, frustration seeping into his tired muscles. dull pain blooms under the tips of his fingers.

"rin," is all you need to say before his touch loosens, smoothing over the area and searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

"shit. did i hurt you?"

"i'm okay, i promise," you reassure him. your thumb rubs the space between rin's eyebrows, tense from all his frowning. "you're gonna get wrinkles here if you keep living like this, my love."

"there's no other way for me to live," he replies.

"i know. but you'll let me stick through it with you?" instead of answering, he zeroes in on the chain around your neck, the dip between his eyebrows pinching even more.

"the penguin fell off," he deadpans. he says it in such a serious manner that you have to stifle a small giggle.

"that it did."

"i'll have to get you a new one then," he concludes, and the ache in your heart finally starts to ease as his hand slips into yours. "let's eat?"

"eating sounds good," you confirm. hand in hand, you walk toward the elevator and have to stop yourself from smirking when rin's signature scowl is immediately targeting isagi.

"what the hell are you doing here? stupid lukewarm isagi," he grumbles. isagi gives you a pitying look and shrugs.

"yeah, yeah. you're welcome for helping out your partner, idiot," isagi fires back without missing a beat. "seriously, how do you tolerate him?" his finger jabs the 'up' arrow, and you wait awkwardly with your boyfriend and your boyfriend's career rival.

"i'm not sure," you admit. "i just do?"

"you can do a lot better," isagi comments nonchalantly and rin stiffens. "you're too nice to be with a downer like him." rin's entire aura shifts to blood lust, but you're unbothered and surprise them both by laughing, squeezing rin's hand once.

"i've heard all that before, isagi," you explain. the elevator dings and the doors slide open. "the thing is, i love him too much to be with anyone else." before he can join you and rin in the elevator, your boyfriend's arm shoots out to prevent him from entering.

"really, dude?" isagi whines. "we just played against the u-20 team. i need food!"

"not my problem, half-baked," rin replies dryly. "wait for the next one." his other hand briefly leaves yours to slam on the 'close doors' button, and the two glare at each other until the metal panels shut between them. you have no time to question why rin despised isagi so much because before you could blink, he's walking you backward until your back is against the elevator railing and kissing you so fervently, you'd think he was starving. his hands slip back over your waist while your fingers thread through his hair, still damp with sweat.

"this is what you were waiting for, then?" you ask, breathless in between his mouth on yours. "didn't wanna kiss me with isagi around?" he catches the teasing in your voice and bites your bottom lip in retaliation.

"i have to take out my anger somehow, sweetheart."

take this bc i just caught up on the anime and i need to give rin a hug

[megameatymatt]

Wet Dreams - Matt Sturniolo

"Now i'm in your wet dreams. You said don't know what it means. Now all you wanna do is sleep. Let me show you what it means"

WARNINGS: innocent!reader x Matt, smut, slight fluff, cussing

A/N: Feedback, interaction, and requests are appreciated! ok bye

requested?: nope

word count: 1,128

Pink: Y/n

purple: Matt

You and Matt have been best friends for what feels like forever. He's been there for you during your lowest and highest moments. Nothing can come between you two; he would never let it happen. You tell each other everything—you know all his secrets, and he knows all of yours.

Except for one.

"You wake up in a sweat. You wake up, and you're wet, mmm"

Your eyes shoot open as you wake up in your bed. Your body burning up, and your palms are sweaty. Your heart races as you quickly look beside you. You sigh in relief; it was just a dream.

You slowly sit up and feel a warm, sticky sensation between your legs. Your cheeks are bright red as you replay the events of your lustful dream with Matt. Out of everyone, your erotic dream had to be about you and your best friend.

Your phone buzzes, pulling you out of your trance.

You glance at your phone, your heart still racing, and you see Matt’s name flash on the screen. A mix of excitement and embarrassment swells in your chest. You hesitate for a moment, wondering if he somehow sensed your dream. Taking a deep breath, you swipe to answer.

“Morning!” His voice happy and calm

“G'morning Matt…” you reply, trying to keep your tone casual. “What’s up?”

“I was wondering if you still want to grab lunch today?”

Your mind races. Spending time with him feels terrifying after that dream. “Sure, sounds good,” you say, attempting to sound nonchalant.

“Great! I'll pick you up soon.”

“Okay, see you soon, Matt.” You hang up and feel a flutter in your stomach. You know you must shake off the dream, but it lingers like a vivid secret between you.

"I've got you wrapped around my hands, and, fine, you got me too The world knows all your secrets, only I know the whole truth"

You sit in Matt's passenger seat as the playlist you two share blares through the speaker. You cant seem to take your mind off the lewd dream of yours. I mean, it's not like you hated the idea. But loosing matt to an intimate moment was never something you wanted to happen. So you bottled up your feelings and stored them away.

“You good there, Y/n?" The way he says your name, you can't help but think of the way he was moaning it in your dream. You force yourself to snap back into reality. "What do you mean?" He turns to look at you, "You look like a dear in headlights over there, tell me whats wrong".

You chuckle nervously, trying to brush off his concern. “I’m fine! Just a little tired, I guess.”

Matt raises an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “You sure? You know you can tell me anything.”

His sincerity pulls at your heartstrings, making you even more aware of the line you’re trying to walk. You shift in your seat, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks again. “Yeah, really. Just had a weird dream.”

“A weird dream, huh?” He grins, a teasing glint in his eyes. “Care to share?”

Your face is burning up again. He's stoped at a red light, looking at you, waiting for an answer.

"Of you and i" You say hesitantly avoiding his eyes. "Yeah? And what were we doing?" he says taking your hand an caressing it slightly.

You feel the same wetness you woke up with as your stomach starts to flip. "I-i don't know" you say. He takes your chin and turns your head to face him. "You had your head, b-between my thighs."

He smirks, "You been havin' wet dreams of me, doll?" he says taking a strand of your hair behind you ear. By instinct, you squeeze your thighs together.

"Lemme show you what it means"

You don't even know how things got here. All you know is that Matt has pulled over in some field, and you're in the backseat of his car with your legs over his shoulders. Just like your dream

"You sure you want this baby?" You shyly nod. "Matt, I just, I've never done this before." "I know, baby, I know. I'll go real slow, okay?" again as he presses his lips against yours. "Tell me when you want me to stop, and I'll stop, okay?" You nod eagerly, desperate to feel his lips on yours again.

"Fuck, i've needed this for so long Y/n, you're so beautiful". His lips move down your neck as he sucks it, leaving his mark on you. You let out a moan and tug on his hair.

He lifts up your skirt and pulls off your panties. The exposure causes you to whimper and close your legs. He simply spreads them back open and just admires you.

He lowers down kissing your inner thighs before licking up the middle of your slick folds.

You immediately arch your back and accidentally squish his head between your thighs. "Matt," You whine. He smiles "You're okay, sweetheart, I've got you".

His mouth on your pussy feels like pure bliss. He kitty licks your clit and then sucks it, causing you to arch again. You gasp, "Gosh Matt-oh my- oh my gosh.' You moan uncontrollably. Your hand flies down to grab a fist full of his shaggy brown hair in an attempt to push him away.

You feel a knot in your stomach. "Matt!" you yell, trying to get his attention. He looks up to see your other hand on your lower stomach.

"You gonna cum? Come for me, princess," he says, using his fingers to rub circles on your clit. "How?" You say, whining. "Just let go," he says before he goes back to sucking on your clit.

Your moaning is mixed with Matt's; the sound fills the car. Your eyes roll back as you feel it. You cum, squirting it all over Matt. He wastes no time and licks it all up, looking back up at you with a proud smirk.

Your legs are shaking and your back is arched off the seat. You open your eyes to see Matt's staring right back at you, admiring his work.

"Fuck Matt" you say, feeling your heart. "So good you swore huh?" you smile. "i love you" If your cheeks weren't red before, they definitely were now. "I love you too Matt" You say shocked. "Let's get you home so i can clean you up"

"Well, tell me more, nothing less"

The two of you decided to spend the rest of the night snuggled in your bed, watching a movie. "Matt?" You look up at him. "yes, pretty?" You smile. "Thank you." He smirks and rolls his eyes.

"Just let me know when you have a 'weird dream' again"

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