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cbeargyu · 3 months ago

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affection ✧.* c.soobin

summary: you weren’t looking for love. just… something. a hand to hold, a moment of quiet, a heart that didn’t feel so heavy. but chasing affection in the wrong places had left you emptier each time — until you met him. soobin. kind, gentle, patient soobin. you pushed him away when he tried to reach the parts of you you didn’t want anyone to see. but he stayed. he saw the broken pieces and didn’t flinch. and somehow, just standing next to him felt like coming home.

pairing: nerd!soobin x fem!reader

tags: angst, hurt/comfort, unrequited love, slow burn, mutual pining, emotional vulnerability, past trauma, soft smut, comfort sex, college au, emotional intimacy, fluff with heavy angst, crying during sex, heartbreak, toxic ex (jaehyun).

warnings: sexual content (soft smut, explicit but tender), emotional vulnerability, references to emotional manipulation/past toxic relationship, crying during intimacy, self-worth issues, mentions of emotional trauma, angst-heavy scenes, mild cursing, reader has intimacy and trust issues, soobin is the softest human alive and will make you cry (18+ only, minors DNI).

notes: i’m so happy and grateful for all the love the beomgyu fic has received — it truly means a lot to me 🥺🖤 just a reminder: English isn’t my first language, so thank you for your patience! This is also my first time writing smut, so I hope you enjoy it and feel the love I put into every word.

soobin never planned to go to that party. he had a project due on monday, a group report no one else was helping with, and a whole list of unread notifications in his coding forum. parties weren’t his scene. they were loud, chaotic, full of meaningless chatter and fake small talk.

but his roommate, choi beomgyu begged him to go — “come on, hyung, the girls from visual communication are joining this time. you can't code your youth away.”

so, reluctantly, soobin showed up, neat as always — white button-down shirt, black slacks, and his usual black-rimmed glasses that he adjusted every few minutes out of habit. while his classmates shouted over music and downed shots of soju like water, he sat at the far end of the table, sipping a soda, quietly observing.

that’s when you walked in.

he saw you before you noticed him. you wore confidence like perfume — not overwhelming, but impossible to ignore. your black crop top hugged your body perfectly, a short skirt revealing just enough, and those heeled boots clicked against the floor like a beat only you could walk to. your hair fell just right. your eyes scanned the room like you already owned it.

and then they landed on him.

you tilted your head curiously. he looked different from the others — formal, stiff, awkwardly seated like he was out of place. but there was something about him... maybe it was the way his lips twitched nervously whenever someone made a joke, or how his fingers tapped rhythmically on his glass, like his brain was always working on something unspoken.

you slid into the empty seat across from him.

“hi,” you said, voice clear and sweet, but assertive. “soobin, right?”

his eyes widened slightly. “y-yeah. How’d you—?”

“you’re the only one not yelling,” you smirked. “kinda refreshing.”

he chuckled nervously, pushing his glasses up. “i guess i don’t blend in much.”

“that’s a good thing,” you replied without hesitation. “wanna drink?”

he hesitated, eyes flickering to the soju bottle you were holding.

“i don’t really drink.”

you leaned closer, a playful smile on your lips. “i won’t let you overdo it. promise.”

something about the way you said it — lighthearted, but sincere — made him nod.

you poured the drinks. one. two. light sips. soft laughter. his walls started to come down, little by little. you asked about his major. he asked about yours. you joked about how communication students always had to look flawless for presentations, and he admitted he didn’t even own hair gel.

then, the conversation shifted.

“so, uh,” soobin began, scratching the back of his neck, “i’ve been playing around with some indie game engines. just as a hobby. i’m trying to create this… interactive narrative? like a retro pixel art game with moral choice-based paths. i know it sounds kinda nerdy—”

“nerdy?” you interrupted. “that sounds sick. wait—so, like, the player’s decisions affect the storyline?”

his eyes lit up. you weren’t mocking him — you were interested.

He nodded, and as he talked, he got more animated. His voice rose with excitement as he described the branching paths, the artwork, the emotional arcs. he didn’t notice the way you shifted closer, your hand now resting on the table near his. he didn’t notice the way your thigh gently brushed his leg under the table.

“so... moral choices, huh?” you say, chin propped on your hand as you watch soobin’s eyes light up with every word he speaks. “like what? save the princess or let her die?”

he laughs, warm and unguarded. “kind of. but more... morally gray. like: help your friend cheat on an exam and risk your own grade, or tell the professor and lose the friendship.”

you raise a brow, intrigued. “damn. that’s... deep. and very specific. did that happen to you?”

he chuckles, rubbing the back of his neck. “no. maybe. it’s a hypothetical.”

“right,” you say with a smirk, reaching for the soju bottle to pour another round. “well, professor choi, i hope you gave your digital friend some slack.”

“i made two endings,” he replies, then pauses. “wait, professor?”

you shrug, tilting your glass toward his. “you talk like one. all serious and nerdy.”

“i’m not that serious,” he protests, smiling now, more relaxed.

you lean in slightly, voice soft. “you kind of are. but I like it.”

he’s silent for a moment, blinking.

then, in a softer voice, he asks, “what about you? i’ve been rambling this whole time. what’s your major again?”

“media production,” you say casually. “i make pretty things look important.”

he smiles. “sounds fun.”

you nod. “it is. lots of editing, lots of late nights. but i like telling stories.” you pause, your gaze dipping to his lips for the briefest second before locking eyes again. “even the fake ones.”

he laughs at that. “maybe you could help with the cinematics for my game.”

“only if you give me creative control over the main character’s love story.”

he raises a brow. “that’s... oddly specific.”

you wink. “everything’s a love story, soobin.”

he swallows, hard.

but he noticed when you suddenly leaned into him to hear better — the bar had gotten louder, the music thumping. your shoulder touched his. your chest grazed his arm. and for the first time in his life, choi soobin forgot how to breathe.

you didn’t pull away.

neither did he.

you both sip your soju, and for a moment, neither speaks. the table around you has gotten louder. someone yells out a drinking chant. you glance sideways, then lean in just a little more so he can hear you.

“you know,” you murmur near his ear, your breath warm against his skin, “your friend beomgyu is wasted.”

soobin follows your gaze. beomgyu’s halfway off his seat, swaying dramatically while trying to sing along to a girl group song.

he huffs a laugh. “he’s always like that. gets drunk off three shots and starts performing like he’s on music bank.”

you turn your face toward soobin’s, still whispering. your lips are inches from his ear. “at least he’s not in the bathroom with a sunbae.”

soobin blinks. “what?”

you grin. “my friends went with a few. they’ve been gone for a while.” you pause for dramatic effect. “you do know what happens when girls go to the bathroom with sunbaes, right?”

soobin’s entire face flushes.

“i—uh—i mean—maybe they’re just—talking?” he stammers.

you burst into soft laughter, brushing his knee with yours under the table. “you’re so pure, soobin.”

“i’m not!” he protests, but he’s still red, ears pink and glowing.

“oh, really?” you tease, tilting your head. “then why are you blushing so hard?”

he opens his mouth to say something, but no words come out. he looks away, adjusting his glasses, trying to hide the way his eyes keep drifting back to your lips — still glossed and shining from the soju.

you lean closer, your voice barely above a whisper now. “you’re cute when you’re flustered.”

soobin freezes.

you smile.

and he realizes something, right then and there: you're not just beautiful. you're dangerous.

the music booms louder. someone starts chanting for shots again. but for you and Soobin, the world has narrowed into one tiny space: the few inches between your face and his.

he’s looking at you like he’s not sure if this is real — like you might vanish if he blinks too long.

but you don’t.

instead, you stay close. too close. your perfume has wrapped around him like a spell, and your knee is still brushing against his. the room is hot, but it’s nothing compared to the burn beneath his skin.

“soobin,” you whisper again, teasing, your voice honeyed, “are you really as pure as you look?”

“i—” he starts, voice dry, but you cut him off.

you tilt your head and, without warning, you press your lips to his.

it’s soft.

just a taste.

he freezes for a second — surprised, breath caught — and then, like something deep inside him snaps, he kisses you back.

harder.

with need.

his hand finds your waist, gripping tight, pulling you closer with a quiet desperation. you gasp slightly against his mouth, not expecting the sudden boldness. but you love it. you lean in more, wrapping your fingers around the collar of his button-up shirt, tugging him toward you.

he tastes like soju and mint gum and something that’s just… soobin.

his other hand fumbles before settling on your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek. there’s something both unsure and intense in his touch — like he’s scared he’ll mess it up, but even more scared to stop.

you pull back just enough to breathe, your lips swollen and your eyes glazed with heat.

“not so pure now, huh?” you murmur, teasing again.

he looks at you like he doesn’t know whether to kiss you or confess something bigger — but he chooses the first, crashing his mouth back onto yours with a groan that rumbles from his chest.

when you shift closer, almost climbing onto his lap, he holds you with more force than you expected. his fingers dig into your hips as if anchoring himself, as if he doesn’t want to let go.

your hand slips beneath his shirt, palm brushing his stomach, and he exhales sharply against your mouth. his lips move to your jaw, then your neck, uncertain at first… until he hears your soft gasp.

“let’s go,” you whisper in his ear, breathless, the suggestion hanging hot in the space between you.

he stiffens. “to… my place?”

you smirk. “too far.”

your hand slips into his, firm and electric.

“my apartment’s closer.”

you don’t wait for him to agree.

you just lead him out — past the pulsing music, past beomgyu still singing in his drunken stupor, past your friends who are nowhere to be seen — and into the cool night air, where soobin’s heart beats so loud he’s sure you can hear it.

he doesn’t know what’s going to happen.

but he knows he’s not stopping you.

and that he wants this — you — more than anything he's ever wanted before.

your apartment was dimly lit — soft, warm, intimate. the moment the door clicked shut behind you, it was like the air changed. soobin stood there for a second, his eyes scanning your space like he’d just stepped into another realm. then you turned to him, a teasing smile curling at your lips, and tugged him gently by the hem of his shirt.

he followed like gravity.

the first kiss happened slowly — a hesitant brush of lips that turned into something deeper. desperate. heated. you tasted of soju and strawberry gloss, and he tasted like restraint finally snapping in half. his hands found your waist, clumsy at first, then firmer, as if he was trying to memorize the shape of you with his fingers.

clothes fell off in pieces — half-forgotten in the trail from the hallway to your bed.

soobin’s eyes never left yours, even when you pulled him over you, even when your nails raked softly down his back. he asked you quietly if this was okay. you answered with a kiss that made him groan against your mouth.

and when he finally moved inside you — shaky but tender — it wasn’t perfect.

it was better.

it was real. hot. messy. and achingly good.

you guided him, whispered to him, taught him what you liked — and he listened. god, he listened. every sound you made, every arch of your back, he responded like he was being graded on it.

and if he was, he passed with flying colors.

he was intuitive. curious. attentive.

no man had ever made you feel like that.

the climax hit you like a wave crashing too fast — unexpected and all-consuming. his name fell from your lips like a secret, like a confession. and when it was over, when you lay tangled together in the silence of your room, your heart was racing not just from the sex, but from him.

you should’ve felt satisfied.

instead, you felt… addicted.

the hum of the editing lab wrapped around you both like a low heartbeat. it was almost midnight, and the room had long emptied, save for the soft glow of the screen and the occasional sound of soobin typing, hesitant, as if even his fingers were overthinking.

you leaned back in your chair, eyes on the render but mind somewhere else — maybe still tangled in his sheets from last night.

“you okay?” he asked quietly, glancing sideways at you.

you nodded, absently. “just tired.”

"so..." he starts, voice low, not meeting your eyes. “last night. i didn’t mean to stay so long.”

you tilt your head, smirking. "you mean, you didn’t mean to keep me up 'til 3 am?"

his ears flush pink, but he chuckles. “well, you didn’t seem to mind.”

you lean in, your voice dropping an octave. “i didn’t.”

it was a half-truth.

you weren’t tired. you were numb.

not from exhaustion, but from the repetition — the cycle.

work. touch. release. silence.

he opened his mouth like he wanted to say something more, then stopped. instead, he scrolled through the code, pretending to focus, but his eyes kept drifting.

you noticed. of course you noticed.

you always did.

“you know,” you said, breaking the silence, “your animation loop still stutters at frame 27. i can help you clean it up later.”

he smiled — small, shy. “you don’t have to. I already owe you too much.”

you shrugged. “it’s your project, soobin. i’m just… happy to be part of it.”

another silence fell, but this one was heavier. His gaze lingered on you longer now. not the way he did when you were naked and under him. this was different. softer. wanting.

you hated that look.

so you stood up, stretching slightly, letting your shirt ride up just enough to tease.

“i should go,” you said.

he blinked, caught off guard. “already? it’s not that late—”

“you need rest,” you cut in, grabbing your bag. "big day tomorrow.”

he hesitated. “can i… can i come over?”

you turned to him slowly, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

“do you want to?”

his ears flushed. he looked down at his hands. “you know i do.”

you stepped closer, just enough to feel the warmth of his breath. “then say it.”

soobin looked up, meeting your eyes. there was something fragile in his expression — hope, maybe. longing.

but you didn’t let it bloom.

you leaned in, brushing your lips against his, soft and fleeting. a kiss with no promise.

no future.

“i’ll text you,” you whispered. “if i feel like it.”

then you turned and left, the door clicking softly behind you.

it was past 1:30 a.m. when you heard the soft knock at your door.

three short taps. hesitant. familiar.

you were in bed, hair loose, wearing nothing but an old oversized tee and underwear, your laptop glowing softly with a paused movie. for a second, you thought you were imagining it. but then it came again — one more knock. you got up slowly, half-annoyed, half-curious.

when you opened the door, there he was.

choi soobin. hoodie slightly damp from the drizzle outside. his glasses fogged up. eyes wide, like he didn’t plan on actually doing this until he did.

you leaned against the frame, arms crossed, eyebrows raised. “couldn’t sleep?”

he looked down, hands stuffed deep into his pockets.

“i couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he admitted quietly. “i didn’t want to wait for a text.”

your lips curled slightly. “bold tonight, aren’t you?”

he gave a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. “can i come in?”

you stepped aside, not saying a word. he brushed past you, and you closed the door behind him with a click that sounded like permission.

as soon as he turned around, you pressed him against the wall, your hands sliding under his hoodie. he gasped softly, but his hands found your waist like instinct.

“i wasn’t sure you’d come,” you murmured against his jaw, lips ghosting over his skin.

“i told you i would if you asked,” he whispered, already breathless.

“i didn’t ask.”

“you didn’t have to.”

you kissed him then — no teasing, no buildup. just lips crashing, hungry, messy, desperate. he kissed you like he’d been starving for it, like he’d imagined this moment a hundred times, and now it was finally real. your fingers tangled in his hoodie, pulling it up, and he broke the kiss only to help you tug it off.

your hands roamed his chest, down to his abs — firm, warm. he wasn’t the scrawny nerd you first thought he’d be. He had strength, a body that surprised you. you tugged him down by the waistband of his sweats, eyes locked on his, voice a low whisper against his lips.

“sit back for me, soobin.”

he blinked, confused, aroused. “w–what?”

you pushed gently at his chest, guiding him to the edge of the bed. he obeyed without protest, legs parted, hands gripping the sheets.

“i want to taste you,” you said simply, dropping to your knees between his thighs.

his breath hitched. “y/n…”

you smiled up at him, slow and sinful. “relax.”

with one hand, you pulled his sweats and boxers down in a single motion, exposing him fully. He was already hard, flushed and twitching, and the sight of it made you ache.

“shit,” he whispered, covering his face with one hand. “i can’t believe this is happening.”

you leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his inner thigh, then up, up — teasing, warm, slow. he trembled under your mouth. when you finally took him in, inch by inch, his hand flew to your hair, not to push, just to hold. like he needed something to ground him.

“f–fuck, y/n—” his hips bucked slightly, but you pressed a hand to his stomach, holding him in place. your tongue swirled around him, dragging moans from his throat like music.

“you feel so good,” he groaned, head falling back. “i don’t think i’m gonna last…”

you pulled back just enough to say, “then don’t.”

then you took him deep again, your rhythm relentless, cheeks hollowing, eyes locked on his. watching him fall apart under your touch. his thighs tightened, his moans got louder, breath ragged.

“y/n— i’m— i’m gonna—”

you didn’t stop.

you stayed right there, even when his hips jerked, when he spilled into your mouth with a broken, helpless cry of your name. you swallowed, slow and deliberate, then licked your lips as you sat back on your knees, wiping the corner of your mouth with the back of your hand.

he looked down at you, completely wrecked.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he whispered, eyes still glazed.

you just smirked. “not yet.”

then you pulled him down to the bed, climbed on top, and whispered against his lips:

“soobin,” you whispered, voice low, sultry. “you gonna just stay there, or are you gonna fuck me like you mean it?”

his eyes widened, dark with desire. “i don’t wanna mess this up.”

you stepped closer, pressing his hand against the curve of your ass. “then don’t.”

That was all it took.

he grabbed your thighs and lifted you easily, like instinct, like he’d wanted to do this forever. you wrapped your legs around his waist, lips finding his again as he carried you, bumping into the walls, breathless laughter between kisses. when he laid you on the bed, his hands trembled — not from fear, but anticipation.

he knelt between your legs, pulling your panties down slowly. watching your expression. eyes flickering between your parted lips and the way you bit them.

“god, you’re beautiful,” he whispered. “i’ve never seen anything like you.”

you smirked, “then show me how much you like what you see.”

and he did.

his mouth, warm and eager, exploring your skin, your thighs, your core. It wasn’t perfect, but it was passionate. raw. messy. and so damn real. you moaned his name, fingers tangling in his hair, and when he finally slid inside you — slow, deep — he gasped like it was the first breath he’d taken in hours.

“so tight,” he groaned into your neck. “fuck—i... i love this..."

you rocked your hips against his, matching his rhythm, breath against his ear. “feel me, baby. you’re inside me now. nothing to overthink.”

his pace quickened, your bodies moving in sync, sweat slicking your skin. his name spilled from your lips, breathy and broken. he looked down at you, jaw clenched, fighting to last.

“i’m close,” he warned.

you cupped his face, kissed him deep. “then don’t hold back. cum for me.”

he did — with a soft, choked moan against your neck, his whole body trembling. and you followed soon after, your climax crashing into you like a wave, sharp and sweet and overwhelming.

you lay there for a moment, tangled in sheets and each other, chests rising and falling in sync.

but then, the moment passed.

you pulled away first.

no words. no promises. you grabbed his hoodie from the floor and tossed it to him.

“It’s late,” you said, voice flat now.

he nodded, quietly getting dressed, still catching his breath. “right. i’ll… see you tomorrow? for the project?”

you smiled faintly, eyes unreadable. “of course.”

and just like that, he left — around 3 a.m., hoodie half on, hair messy, heart heavier than he’d admit.

you lay back in bed, staring at the ceiling.

he was addictive.

but this wasn’t love.

just affection.

the next day, you were already in the media lab by noon, hair up in a clip, sipping an iced coffee like nothing happened. like you hadn’t spent half the night moaning his name into your sheets. you were scrolling through some reference animations when you heard the door creak.

he walked in — soobin, hoodie slightly rumpled, eyes darker than usual, laptop tucked under one arm like a shield.

“hey,” he said, voice low, careful.

you didn’t look up right away.

“hey,” you replied casually, then shot him a glance. “you look like you slept five minutes.”

“three,” he muttered, sitting beside you. “thanks to you.”

you smirked. “you're welcome.”

he chuckled under his breath, but the way his eyes lingered on your collarbone, on the way your fingers tapped against your straw — it wasn’t casual for him. not anymore.

“so… did you get a chance to work on that npc dialogue system?” you asked, flipping the screen toward him.

he blinked. took a second too long to switch gears. “yeah, uh—yeah. i built the first tree structure. i’ll show you.”

you leaned closer, shoulder to shoulder, like nothing. like you hadn’t had him inside you hours ago.

he shifted uncomfortably, adjusting his position, fingers suddenly awkward on the trackpad.

“you okay?” you asked, feigning innocence.

he nodded, then… hesitated. “do you… always do that?”

your brows lifted. “do what?”

he stared at the screen. “act like it didn’t happen.”

you tilted your head, biting back a grin. “did you want a commemorative plaque or something?”

soobin flushed immediately, lips pressing into a line. “no. just—forget it.”

silence stretched for a moment. you let it.

because you were fine. it was what it was.

friends. collaborators. occasional bodies tangled in bedsheets.

no promises.

no future.

just affection when the night hit hard and the skin craved warmth.

you leaned in again, voice low and playful, barely above a whisper. “i like you better when you’re coding instead of catching feelings.”

that made him laugh — small and bitter, but still soobin.

“yeah,” he murmured, “me too.”

you sat side by side, going over the storyboard edits for soobin’s game. but his knee kept brushing against yours. your fingers kept finding excuses to linger near his. every time you spoke, he looked at your lips instead of your eyes.

a laugh. a brush of fingers when you reached for the same pen. the hum of your breathing syncing unconsciously as you leaned over his sketchpad, discussing the new character render.

but the tension was undeniable — thick, like summer air before a storm.

you shifted in your seat. soobin’s gaze followed the curve of your mouth when you smiled at something dumb he said. his knee bumped yours under the table — once, twice — and this time he didn’t move away.

your eyes locked.

he licked his lips.

you tilted your head.

“are you going to kiss me,” you whispered, “or just keep pretending you’re focused?”

soobin blinked, startled — but only for a second. his hand cupped the back of your neck, pulling you in with a hunger he rarely let slip. his mouth found yours in a kiss that was wet, desperate, a little uncoordinated, but still made your body heat like a fever.

you straddled him in the lab chair, fingers digging into his shoulders as his lips mapped your throat. he groaned quietly when your hips rolled against his. you loved how sensitive he was, how new it still felt to him.

his fingers fumbled at your waistband, and yours slipped under his hoodie, nails grazing the skin of his stomach.

and then—

his voice broke through the haze.

“i think i love you...”

time paused.

the kiss didn’t end — not completely. but you stilled in his arms, lips barely touching.

he looked up at you, chest heaving. there was no mask, no hesitation in his gaze — only raw, trembling honesty.

you swallowed hard.

“someone could see us,” you murmured, pulling back slightly. your hand pressed flat against his chest. “we shouldn’t… not here.”

he nodded slowly. “right. sorry.”

but you saw the flicker in his eyes.

he knew you weren’t talking about getting caught.

and you knew… he meant every word.

soobin picked at his food, eyes blank, fingers tapping against the side of his glass.

beomgyu dropped into the seat across from him with the energy of a man who hadn’t just bombed an engineering quiz. “yo, you look like someone stepped on your graphics card.”

before soobin could reply, minah slid in beside beomgyu, planting a kiss on his cheek. “hey, babe.”

soobin blinked. “you guys are dating?”

minah giggled. “it’s recent. we met at that party a few weeks back. y/n introduced us.”

beomgyu grinned. “she’s basically the campus matchmaker.”

soobin tried to smile.

minah looked at him with a knowing softness. “she said you two are close. working together?”

“yeah,” he said, voice low. “the game project.”

“she always puts her heart into everything,” minah said, stirring her coffee. “she’s one of the kindest people i know. genuinely warm. i’ve never seen her turn anyone away.”

beomgyu smirked. “you sure that’s all it is, soobin? that game project?”

Soobin froze, caught.

minah’s smile wavered. “can i… tell you something?”

his throat tightened. “yeah.”

minah took a breath. “she dated someone last year. jung jaehyun. from the film department.”

beomgyu’s eyebrows rose. “that asshole?”

minah nodded. “he cheated on her. more than once. manipulated her too — made her feel like everything was her fault. she loved him so much, and he treated her like she was disposable. it took her almost a year to recover. she still isn’t fully herself.”

soobin felt the blood drain from his face.

“she stopped believing in love,” minah whispered. “she’s terrified of it now. of letting someone in. that’s why she pushes people away when it gets too real.”

suddenly everything made sense.

the kiss that ended too soon.

the soft panic in your eyes when he said those words.

the coldness in your voice that didn’t match your trembling fingers.

you were afraid.

not of him — but of what he made you feel.

the soft hum of the bustling street outside the café filled your ears as you stepped out into the cool evening air. you hadn’t expected to see soobin again so soon after that moment in the lab — after everything.

but there he was, standing a few feet away on the sidewalk, looking lost in thought, as if he had been waiting for something… or someone. the moment you saw him, your heart did something unexpected. It skipped, then raced. the last few hours replayed in your mind like a movie — the confession, the words you couldn’t quite process, and the tension that clung between you two.

it felt as if the air around you was thick, but in a way that made it harder to breathe, harder to stay composed. you didn’t know what to expect. but you couldn’t walk away now. not after what had happened. you hesitated, then took a step toward him, the streets buzzing around you as you made your way through the crowd. and when he turned to face you, his eyes met yours, searching. they held something — hope, maybe.

but beneath that, a vulnerability, something you’d never seen in him before. “soobin,” you said softly, just to break the silence that seemed to hang in the air. his lips parted as he spoke your name, but before he could say anything else, he took a step closer.

“i didn’t expect to see you here,” he said with a small smile, his voice a little breathless. you stood there, unsure of what to say next. the weight of your emotions was too much to voice. you’d been trying to keep your distance, but everything you’d told him in the lab — everything that had been left unspoken, was still so fresh. "y/n," he began, his tone softer than before, as if he was carefully choosing his words. "i heard something earlier... from minah. about you and jaehyun."

you froze for a moment, your heart dropping to your stomach. you hadn’t expected this, not now, not after everything. the mention of jaehyun's name immediately brought a rush of old memories — the good and the painful.

soobin noticed your reaction, his expression filled with concern. he continued, his voice quiet but sincere. “she... she told me about your past with him. how he hurt you. how you’ve been carrying that pain for a long time.”

the words hit you like a cold wave, and you immediately felt the familiar wall go up inside you. the one you had built after jaehyun shattered your trust. you tried to keep your composure, but it was hard to suppress the hurt that resurfaced in an instant.

"i didn’t mean for anyone to know," you said softly, voice barely above a whisper.

soobin stepped closer, his gaze steady but filled with empathy. "y/n, i... i didn’t know. but hearing that from her, i just want you to know that i’m not like him. i’m not going to hurt you. i care about you."

it was like everything about him had a magnetic pull on you, drawing you in. but what was it? you wanted to understand it, but you weren’t sure you were ready for that yet. you had never really thought about falling for someone again — not after what jaehyun did to you. but soobin? he was different.

from the moment you met him, something in you had clicked. his presence, his voice, the way he made everything seem lighter. it had been almost a shift in your routine. the days had become brighter, the moments when you found him beside you felt full of a warmth you hadn’t realized you’d been craving. and, just like that, your feelings for him had grown, but slowly. subtly. almost like an invisible thread that tied you to him.

and now, standing here, you realized that in the short time you’d known him, everything had changed. your world had shifted, in the best way possible. you couldn’t even remember what life was like before him anymore. the routine of school, the small annoyances that once felt like mountains, they didn’t matter anymore when you were around him. soobin made everything feel like it could be okay, like things could be light again. he made you smile without trying, made you laugh just with the way he looked at you, or the way he spoke to you. and as your heart raced now, looking at him, you realized it had been him all along, ever since that first encounter.

he took a slow step toward you, his eyes full of something sincere. “i never expected to meet someone like you,” he said. “you… you’ve made things so much better. i wasn’t sure how to say this before, but now, i have to tell you. i’m really glad i met you.” your heart skipped a beat. the words, his honesty, made your chest tighten.

"i am too," you whispered. "but i’m just... scared. you know?" he paused, looking at you with understanding.

“scared of what?” he asked gently.

"scared that i’m not ready for this," you admitted, trying to keep your voice steady. "scared of... falling for someone again. what if i screw it up? what if i can’t do this? i don’t want to hurt you, soobin."

soobin stepped closer, so close that you could feel the heat radiating from him. his voice was barely above a whisper.

"y/n... i'm not going anywhere. i’m here for you. whatever this is… i’ll be here, for as long as you’ll have me." you felt like you were losing control of everything inside of you. his words, his sincerity, the feeling of being cared for in a way you hadn’t felt in so long, it made your heart ache in the best possible way.

you looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and for the first time, you felt a flicker of hope. but then the fear crept back in. the fear that maybe you weren’t ready to trust again, that maybe you weren’t worthy of someone’s love, especially not someone as kind as soobin.

"why does it have to be so hard?" you whispered, almost to yourself.

soobin squeezed your hand, his voice steady and calm. "because it’s worth it. if we give it a chance. if you give me a chance."

you didn’t know what to say. the vulnerability that you felt in this moment was overwhelming, but you also realized something. soobin wasn’t asking for perfection from you. he was asking for honesty, for a chance to show you that he wasn’t like jaehyun.

and despite all the fear, despite the scars left by the past, you wanted to believe him. you wanted to believe that maybe, just maybe, things could be different.

soobin and you walk into your apartment, the door clicking shut behind you like sealing a secret. neither of you speaks—there’s no need. the electricity between you crackles in the silence, heavy with all the things you’ve both wanted to say but instead chose to show.

soobin shrugs off his hoodie in one smooth motion, and underneath, the fitted polo clings to his arms, hugging every inch of muscle you’ve fantasized about. your eyes drag over him, slow and hungry, and he catches your gaze, a smirk twitching on his lips.

“come here,” he murmurs, voice thick with intent.

you don’t even make it to the bedroom before his hands are on your waist, his mouth crushing into yours with a hunger that steals the breath right out of you. you melt into him, fingers gripping the fabric over his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart pounding like it wants to break free.

the kiss deepens, lips sliding, teeth nipping, tongues meeting with desperation. he backs you into the wall, grinding his hips into yours just enough to make you gasp. one of his hands travels under your shirt, grazing the soft skin of your waist, while the other cups your jaw to tilt your face and devour your mouth deeper. you moan into the kiss, your knees going weak, and he catches you like he was waiting for it.

“you feel so good,” he breathes into your neck, licking and sucking at the skin there, leaving you marked—claimed. “you drive me fucking insane.”

by the time you reach the bed, your shirt is gone, your bra unclasped, and soobin's hands are everywhere—greedy, but still careful. he kisses down your chest, slow and savoring, like he’s worshipping you with his mouth. then his fingers slip under the waistband of your panties, finding you already soaked.

“fuck,” he groans, voice rough, eyes hooded as he pulls them down. “look at you. so wet for me already. you want this?”

“god, yes,” you whisper, breath trembling.

he slides a finger inside you, slow at first—testing. then a second joins, curling just right, hitting that perfect spot that makes you whimper and arch into him. he watches you like you’re his favorite sin, completely mesmerized by how you fall apart under his touch.

your moans get louder, higher, your body trembling as he picks up the pace, his thumb circling your clit with expert pressure. he kisses your thigh, murmuring praises between each stroke—how beautiful you look, how tight and perfect you feel, how he could stay between your legs forever.

when your climax crashes into you, it’s sudden and overwhelming. Your walls clench around his fingers as you cry out, your hips jerking and your thighs trembling. he doesn’t stop until he’s milked every last spasm from your body, until you’re panting and spent and completely undone beneath him.

“shit… that was so hot,” he says, his voice low, lips brushing against your cheek as he slowly withdraws his fingers. you catch his gaze and, feeling bold, you take his hand and pull his glistening fingers into your mouth, sucking them clean while holding eye contact.

soobin lets out a broken sound—half-moan, half-growl—as he crashes his lips to yours again, desperate, messy. he pulls you into his lap, settling you on top of him, both of you half-naked and feverish with want.

your body is still humming, trembling in the aftershocks of your climax when soobin kisses you again—hungry, desperate, like he’s chasing something deeper. his hands don’t leave your body, fingers tracing over your hips, up your stomach, down between your thighs again.

you whimper when he strokes you, still sensitive, but the way he looks at you—so enamored, so lost in you—makes the overstimulation morph into pleasure all over again.

“you can take it,” he murmurs, pressing soft kisses along your jaw. “you’re so fucking perfect like this… i need to feel you again.”

he doesn’t wait for an answer. his fingers glide between your folds, spreading the wetness he’s already coaxed from you. he groans low, almost a growl, as he guides himself to your entrance, teasing you just enough to make you whine.

then he pushes in, slow but deep, stretching you inch by inch.

a gasp leaves your lips as he bottoms out, your body molding to fit him. he shudders against you, his arms wrapping around you tight like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.

“fuck—” his breath stutters. “you feel so good, baby… so fucking good.”

he starts moving, slow at first—rolling his hips in a steady rhythm, savoring the way your body clenches around him. His forehead rests against yours, and when you open your eyes, you find him staring at you like you’re something sacred.

that’s when his voice breaks.

“i love you,” he confesses, hands gripping your waist like a lifeline. “god, i love you so much it hurts.”

tears spill from his eyes, slipping down his cheeks before he can stop them. the rawness in his voice, the vulnerability in his touch—it makes your chest ache.

you don’t answer with words. instead, you hold his face, kissing his tears away, soothing him with soft whispers, with the warmth of your body moving in time with his.

then you shift, pushing gently on his shoulders, guiding him onto his back. he lets you take control, his lips parted in awe as you settle on top of him, sinking down onto him so slowly that he swears under his breath.

“fuck—” he gasps, head tipping back against the pillow.

you start moving, rolling your hips, riding him at your own pace, watching the way his brows knit together, how his hands grip your thighs, his lips falling open in pleasure. he looks wrecked beneath you, completely at your mercy.

“you’re such a good man, soobin,” you whisper, leaning down to press kisses along his damp cheeks. “you don’t have to hide from me. i see you… and i want you. just as you are.”

a broken sound leaves him—half-whimper, half-sob—as his hands slide up your back, pulling you closer. you keep moving, slow and deep, letting him feel everything.

his hips stutter under you, his breathing turning erratic.

“baby, i—” he cuts off with a strangled moan, his body tensing beneath you. “i can’t— i’m gonna—”

“cum with me” you whisper, kissing him deep as his release overtakes him.

soobin lets out a wrecked, breathless moan, his whole body shaking as he spills inside you. sis hands grip your waist, fingers digging into your skin as he rides out his high. his chest rises and falls in heavy gasps, eyes fluttering closed, overwhelmed and undone.

even as the tremors subside, the tears don’t stop. you brush them away with gentle fingers, pressing soft kisses over his damp cheeks, his forehead, his lips.

“you’re okay,” you murmur. “i’ve got you.”

he exhales shakily, arms wrapping around you as he pulls you against his chest, still buried inside you, still trembling. he doesn’t say anything, just holds you—like you’re his anchor, his salvation.

and you let him.

because even though you didn’t say it back, he knows.

he feels it in the way you kiss him. in the way you hold him. in the way you don’t let go.

and for now, that’s enough.

he stops, just for a second, forehead pressed to yours, his breath shaky and shallow.

“i love you,” he says, barely louder than a whisper, but it hits like thunder.

you freeze, just for a moment. your heart skips, your lips part—but you don’t say it back. not yet. instead, you kiss him. slow, deep, tender. you pour everything into that kiss—every spark, every silent yes, every beat of your heart screaming me too.

he exhales like it’s all he needed. you hold his face, thumbs brushing his cheekbones, and whisper, “you’re everything right now.”

he nods, tears brimming in his eyes.

and for the rest of the night, you show him. again and again, in every touch, every breath, every moan—you show him exactly what he means to you.

it’s more than just affection.

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darling-flora · 2 months ago

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diamond boy, keep me so shiny

oscar piastri x yn - social media au

fc: cindy kimberly

summary — oscar being an obsessed boyfriend who spoils his girl

note — short smau because the concept was plaguing my mind... let me know what you think!! reblog's and comments are appreciated ❤

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user1 you did all the heavy lifting 💪😫

->yourinstagram you get it 😉

user2 the most insane face card to grace the earth holyyyy

user3 8 text messages and oscars p1... 81 🤯

user4 shamelessly took picture of my tv when they showed you at the podium...

->yourinstagram wait that's so real ->yourinstagram i literally do that whenever they show osc and im not there 😭 ->user4 stop that so cute 🥺

user5 wait... him messaging her before the podium is so cute omg

user6 THE PASTRY SHIRT??? i need

user7 they are such parents ughhhh my heart

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f1spotted y/n l/n for her brand Loba!!

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user1 god she's unreal

user2 oscar always in the likes if y/n's there

->oscarpiastri god forbid a guy likes what he sees 🙄 ->user2 omg... yourinstagram is he always this sassy??? ->yourinstagram yes. ->user3 the full stop 😭 she meant that

user4 such good quality i can't wait for the next drop

user5 i need every piece !!!

user6 the shoes 😍

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oscarpiastri quick trip around japan, suzuka here we come 🏎

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user1 omg that looks so yummy

user2 the flowers!?! so cute

user3 the bagss where did you get them yourinstagram ??

->yourinstagram no clue, osc got it for me ->user3 ugh i need to pick my boyfriends better

user4 love how he always puts her pictures first 😭

user5 does oscar just buy everything for her? i would hate to be him

->oscarpiastri you'd hate to be rich buying things for your girlfriend because you want to..? ->oscarpiastri okay sure.. ->user6 girl my jaw just dropped ->user7 "okay sure" this diva ->user8 he's always gonna defend his girl IKTR!!!

user9 2 y/n pics... he knows why we're here

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user1 he's so obsessed with you i love it

user2 his fit??

->yourinstagram he dresses nice from time to time 😁

user3 gets you anything you want too, oh i need a rich man

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yourinstagram everyone say happy birthday to my mannnnn ❤❤

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user1 our boyfriend!!

user2 he looks so good omg

user3 your so lucky to wake up next to that 😫

->yourinstagram he's so handsome 🤭 ->oscarpiastri i tell myself that every morning i look at her ->yourinstagram bro can't take a compliment... ->oscarpiastri "bro" ->yourinstagram your so cute ->oscarpiastri so are you 😉 ->oscarpiastri i'll only take the compliment if it's from you ->landonorris can you guys flirt somewhere else ->yourinstagram IT'S MY COMMENTS DUMMY ->landonorris okay sorry... ->user4 exactly!!! put him in his place ->user5 oscar and y/n are so cute im gonna throw up

user6 happy birthday oscar!!!

f1 Happy Birthday Oscar and to many more!!

user7 only saying happy birthday because y/n told me to 😔

user8 she's the best wag 😩

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eicsferrari · 3 months ago

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so high school - cl16

pairing: charles leclerc x princess!yn

requested: yes♡

a/n: sorry for the delay i had this on my drafts almost finished and then i got sick :( but i hope it's what you had in mind <3 since i'm a political science girlie i had to use the aristotle line but i couldn't find a good picture so...close enough ig

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yourusername monaco race

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charles_leclerc an honor to have you👑

yourusername thank you! and congrats on your win💘

username the heart !! someone check if he's still breathing

carlossainz55 he is (barely) ♥︎liked by yourusername

georgerussell63 hope you enjoyed it!

yourusername i did🎀 thank you georgie boy

oscarpiastri lovely to meet you🧡

yourusername you too osc! good job on p2💪

username see how there's no heart with the other drivers,,,, thinking thoughts

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yourusername cheeks pink in the twinkling lights

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username who is sending my wife flowers? who do i have to fight?

username THE NOTE romance is not dead🥺

username 'anything for you princess' my knees are suddenly weak

username and if i say this is from a certain someone...

username spill what you know

username i know nothing 🙏 but i have my suspicions 🤫

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yourusername truth dare spin bottles

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username ma'am that's a man!

username the question is WHO is that man?

iamrebeccad 😍😍 ♥︎liked by yourusername

yourusername my loveee

username we keep getting people from f1 here, do we think she's soft launching a driver?

username nah maybe they just met her at monaco and became friends, no need to read too much into it

username goddess🛐🛐

username this is gonna sound weird but i never thought about yn dating

username did you think she was going to have some marriage of convenience like the old days?

username i mean,,, yes? i watched the princess diaries 2

username i-

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yourusername are you gonna marry kiss or kill me

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username she's getting bolder with these posts

username cmon princess tag him don't be shy

username so unclassy, as a princess she should know better

username gtfo and get a life

username not to be weird on the internet but they are hot

username you haven't seen his face

username i don't need to, the vibe they give off is hot

username you are so real

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yourusername you know how to (ball) i know (aristotle)

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username reading plato? we love an educated queen

username i know monarchy doesn't rule anymore but it's kinda obvious she would have to read the classics

username real question: do you think the political leaders of some countries have read plato? or any book for that matter?

username ...touche

username guess we can rule out any sport that involves a ball bc that man has no ability for football AT ALL

yourusername don't bully him:( i still love him

username she loves him🥺🥺

username i'm obsessed with the concept of princess yn soft launching

username she's everything he's just ken

username i know that middle picture all too well

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charles_leclerc full throttle

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username WE GOT A HARD LAUNCH

username i mean... we always said he looked like a prince ♥︎liked by yourusername

yourusername i love youuu

charles_leclerc i love you more❤️

yourusername not possible💌

username i can't with their cuteness

yourusername also, for those of you wondering about that last picture, i asked him to describe in extreme detail the first time he saw me🫶🏼

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username this is so real lol good to know that even if you are a princess you are still just a girl, standing in front of a guy, asking him to tell her everything about how he fell in love with her

username can't believe he actually pulled it off ... respect

username i called it💋

yourusername thank you for keeping it quiet babe🫶🏼

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yourusername i wanna find u in a crowd just to hide from you

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lando that seems,, pointless

yourusername it's a lyrics silly

lando ik your highness i love taylor swift too

yourusername lando we're friends, we did karaoke last night and you heard me miss every note. stop calling me your highness

lando as you wish princess🙇

yourusername 🤦‍♀️

username yes yes you're happy and in love we get it

username princess wag and prince driver oh the wattpad girlies are gonna eat this up

charlesleclerc and i feel like laughing in the middle of practice

georgerussell63 too many so high school references for my taste considering we all played gta at the hotel the other day

yourusername 🙊🙊

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yourusername no one's ever had me not like you

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username this called me single in eight different languages

username the concept of her relating to so high school bc all her life was full of responsibilities and she never got to be young and normal but now he's making her feel giddy and like a teenager oh yn in love you are so special to me

username hope you know you made me cry

username this is so cute i wished romantic relationships were real

charles_leclerc i love you marry me❤️

yn love you always yes❤️

iamrebeccad charles you can't ask that by instagram omg

charles_leclerc i didn't!!

yn he did't!! it was at the beach and everything was so romantic🫶🏼

iamrebeccad YOU GUYS ARE ENGAGED AAA A A A AA

carlossainz55 congrats guys! but i'm confused, we had to see every part of your relationship so far yet we hear of this on a comment?????

yn what can i say we are quirky like that☺️

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charlesleclerc posted a story

caption: she said yes💍

yourusername replied to your story

↪ yourusername and i always will🤍

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yourusername you know what you wanted and boy you got her

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thirteenheavens · 2 months ago

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can i request inexperienced reader with really experienced scoups🥺?

Relax for me baby|| Choi Seungcheol

Notes: damn even I wrote this and I thought it was hot

You lie on the bed, your heart racing as Seungcheol hovers over you. He can sense your nervousness and smiles reassuringly. "Relax," he says softly, running his hands up and down your arms. "I'll take care of you, baby." He starts with gentle kisses, exploring your body with his lips and hands. He takes his time, mapping out every curve and dip, finding out what makes you gasp and moan.

"You're so beautiful," he murmurs against your skin, his fingers trailing down to your thighs. "And so responsive." He notices how you tense up when he gets closer to your pussy, and he stops to look at you. "Are you okay?" he asks, his voice full of concern. "We can stop if you're not comfortable." You shake your head, taking a deep breath. "I want this," you say, your voice trembling slightly. "I just... I've never done this before."

Seungcheol's eyes soften, and he kisses you deeply. "That's okay," he says, his hands stroking your hair. "I'll show you how it feels." He gently spreads your legs apart, his fingers finding your clit. He rubs slow circles around it, watching your face for any signs of discomfort.

"Does that feel good?" he asks, his touch light and teasing. You nod, feeling a heat building in your core.

"Good girl," he praises, moving his fingers lower to your entrance. "I'm going to make you feel so good." You tentatively reach up to thread your fingers through Seungcheol's hair, feeling the soft strands between your fingers. He smiles at your touch, leaning into your hand.

"That's it," he says, his eyes never leaving yours. "Just relax and follow my lead." He slides a finger inside you, watching your reaction carefully. "You're so tight," he groans, his cock twitching at the feeling of your walls around his finger. "And so wet for me." He adds a second finger, stretching you out slowly. You gasp at the slight burn, but he kisses you to distract you from the discomfort.

"Just breathe," he murmurs against your lips, his thumb rubbing your clit again. "I promise it'll feel amazing soon." You bite your lip, your breathing ragged as Seungcheol continues to work his fingers inside you. "It feels... weird," you say, your voice shaky. He chuckles softly, curling his fingers to hit a sensitive spot. "Good weird or bad weird?" he asks, his thumb pressing harder on your clit.

You let out a moan as pleasure starts to replace the discomfort. "Good," you gasp, arching your back. "So good." Seungcheol smirks, clearly pleased with your reaction. "That's my girl," he says, adding a third finger and stretching you even further. "You're taking me so well, baby."

Seungcheol notices you trying to hold back your moans and shakes his head. "Don't do that," he says, his fingers moving faster inside you. "I want to hear every sound you make." He leans down to whisper in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. "I want to hear how good I make you feel."

As if on cue, he hits a particularly sensitive spot, and you can't help but let out a loud moan. "Seungcheol!" you cry out, your hands gripping the sheets. He grins at your reaction, his fingers thrusting in and out of you faster now. "That's it," he encourages, his thumb rubbing your clit in quick circles. "Let go for me."

You look up at Seungcheol, your eyes wide and a little scared. "I don't know if I can," you say, your voice trembling. "What if I... what if I make a mess?" Seungcheol's expression softens as he continues to work his fingers inside you. "Baby, that's the point," he says gently. "I want you to feel good enough to lose control."

He leans down to kiss your forehead. "Trust me," he murmurs. "I'll take care of you, no matter what happens." He redoubles his efforts, his fingers curling and thrusting with more intensity. "Let go," he repeats, his voice firm but gentle. "I want to see you fall apart for me."

You close your eyes, surrendering to the sensations coursing through your body. Seungcheol's fingers are relentless, driving you closer and closer to the edge. Your moans grow louder and more desperate, your hips moving in time with his thrusts. "Seungcheol, I'm... I'm gonna..." you gasp, feeling a tightening in your core.

He knows you're close, and he pushes you over the edge with a few more expert strokes. "Cum for me," he commands, his voice husky with desire. "Cum on my fingers, baby." Your body convulses as you finally let go, waves of pleasure washing over you as you reach your peak. You cry out his name, your nails digging into his shoulders as you ride out your orgasm.

Seungcheol works you through it, slowing his movements as you come down from your high. "That's my good girl," he praises, kissing your neck softly. "You did so well." Seungcheol looks down at the wetness between your legs, his eyes dark with desire. "Look at you," he says, his fingers tracing the mess he's made. "You're so beautiful when you're like this."

He wipes his fingers on the sheets and leans down to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth hungrily. "I can't wait to be inside you one day," he murmurs against your lips.

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multicohn · 3 months ago

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summary: isack thought that being brought into formula one meant that he would have a new teammate and potential mentor. what he didn't expect was to be adopted by yuki and his girlfriend

warnings: cursing ( duh ), violence / threats ( in a joking way )

pairing: fem! reader x yuki tsunoda ( romantic ), fem! reader x yuki tsunoda x isack hadjar ( platonic )

genre: smau fluff, comfort, established relationship ( reader x yuki )

face claim: no one in particular, just random couples off pinterest

author note: i miss them so much

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user: MY PARENTS ARE FINALLY REUNITED

user: mama y papa

user: WE MISSED YOU IN THE PADDOCK QUEEN

landonorris: drop the location 👀

| youruser: they have a tank full of fish.

| landonorris: IM MOR SCARED OF FISH I JUST DONT LIKE EATING THEM

| youruser: yeah okay

yukitsunoda0511: shayla?

| youruser: it’s a tiktok thing, i’ll show you later

| yukitsunoda0511: okay

| yukitsunoda0511: and i missed you too baby 💖

| youruser: 🥹

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youruser: home is where the heart is or whatever this say

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user: THEYRE SO CUTE

user: yuki is so bf coded

| youruser: I KNOW I START TO CRY OVER HIM but then i remember that i can cry TOO HIM

| user: you’re so real for that

francisca.cgomes: favs ❤️

| youruser: i luv luv u

user: MY PARENTS FOR REAL

isackhadjar: it was nice meeting you

| youruser: it was nice meeting you too!

user: not isack being a third wheel LMAO

liamlawson30: thank god i don’t have to see you’s acting all lovey dovey anymore

| youruser: kys

| liamlawson30: ON THE MAIN ACCOUNT????

yukitsunoda0511: my love

( see translation )

| youruser: love when you whip out the japanese

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redbullracing: max would like to have a word about that…

| youruser: swear at him

| redbullracing: i fear of being fired

| youruser: tell him to message me himself

| redbullracing: 🫡

user: ISACK BEING YUKIS FRID KIDNOMG 😭😭

yukitsunoda0511: really

| youruser: LOOK AT THE WAY YOURE LOOKING AT HIM

| yukitsunoda0511: i was looking at you actually

| youruser: oakansk

user: tbh, now im kinda glad they didn’t promote him cause i would’ve missed out on this duo

maxverstappen1: 🤨

| youruser: you’re just using them as test dummies.

| maxverstappen1: THIS IS DEFAMATION

| youruser: aw max i didn’t know you knew such a big word 🥺

| maxverstappen1: give him back

| youruser: YOU HAVE 5 OTHERS

| maxverstappen1: I HAD 6 TO START WITH

| youruser: GO AWAY

| youruser: IM TELLING KELLY ON YOU

isackhadjar: 🥹

| youruser: 🫂

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youruser: JAPAN I LOVE YOU

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youruser: MY BABY GOT P3

youruser: HE WAS ON THE PODIUM

youruser: MY YUKI

youruser: SOBBING STILL

youruser: ALSO ISACK P5 🥳🥳👏 congrats isackhadjar

user: yuki tearing up while being up there and then seeing y/n crying her heart out got me

user: it was long overdue

user: YODIUM

user: AND IT WAS AT HIS HOME RACE

user: y/n is so real for mentioning isack

| user: THIS HE DROVE INCREDIBLY

user: isack and y/n hugging while celebrating yuki — THATS HIS FAMILY UOUR HONOUR

yukitsunoda0511: i couldn’t have done it without.

| youruser: MY PODIUM DRIVER GUYS

| youruser: i love you so much

isackhadjar: thanks y/n! hopefully we can be on the podium together at some stage

| youruser: you’s definitely will! hoping it doesn’t take that long

| isackhadjar: you and me both 😅

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user: 3 RACES??? LETS GO

user: please don’t separate them 🙏

user: wonder if isack is with them

| youruser: he is!

| user: THATS SO CUTE

maxverstappen1: no thank you?

| youruser: for what

| maxverstappen1: FOR USING MY PLANE???

| youruser: THIS IS CHARLES’ PLANE WTH ARE UOU ON ABOUT

| maxverstappen1: we share planes

| youruser: that’s probably one of the biggest loads of bs ive ever heard

| youruser: YOURE NOT GETTING ISACK BACK SHOO GO AWAY

| maxverstappen1: you’ve been warned

| youruser: if you make yuki dnf ill drag you out of that car and beat you in front of everyone

| maxverstappen1: i’ll like to see you try ☺️

| youruser: 🔪

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user: just fell in my knees in my kitchen

user: NO YOURE LYING

user: WHAT ABOUT ISACK ???!!?!!!

maxverstappen1: finally

| kellypiquet: max please

| youruser: GETS HIS ASS KELLS

pierregasly: alone at last 👀

| yukitsunoda0511: 🫢🫣

| francisca.cgomes: this means i get y/n for the next few weeks 🤭🤭

| yukitsunoda0511: wait

| youruser: we were supposed to keep this private kiks 😪

| francisca.cgomes: im sorry my love but i just couldn’t take it anymore

| pierregasly: it seems ive made a mistake

youruser: im going to miss you so much

| yukitsunoda0511: :(

isackhadjar: i already miss you 😭

| youruser: ISACK MY SON 😭😭

| youruser: im going to miss you the most

| yukitsunoda0511: ⁉️

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user: OH MY GOD 😭😭😭

user: yuki and isack CAN NOT be separated now

| user: i will throw hands dont even test me rn

visacashapprb: we have so many tiktok ideas

| youruser: idk if i should be happy or scared

| visacashapprb: you’ll see ☺️

| youruser: 😨

maxverstappen1: im suing you for emotional distress

| youruser: im actually going to block you

| maxverstappen1: GUVE HIM BACK

| youruser: NO

kellypiquet: max is having a breakdown

| youruser: ARE YOU SERIOUS

| kellypiquet: very

| youruser: idk if i should apologise or laugh 🧍‍♀️

| kellypiquet: neither

| kellypiquet: it’s quite funny

| youruser: LMAO

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user: lowkey thankful that yuki didn’t move or else we wouldn’t get this

| youruser: same honestly

user: vcarb should do the “just you and me and us and your friend steve” audio

| visacashapprb: 👀

lilymhe: why can’t i have a grid kid?

| alex_albon: we use to have two…

| logansargeant: USE TOO??? i see how it is

| alex_albon: wait no

user: i love when drivers and their gfs take care of the younger drivers

| user: the fact that yuki isn’t even that much older than isack is taking me out 😭

maxverstappen1: 🕳🚶‍♂️

pepemartiofficial: can i be adopted too?

| youruser: MY NEW SON

| isackhadjar: MY NEW BROTHER

| yukitsunoda0511: oh

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joaeriz · 2 months ago

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you should write uconn!azzi surprising wnba!paige after one of her games!

📎 you always find me

🏷 pairing: azzi fudd x paige bueckers (uconn!azzi / wnba!paige)

📝 summary: after weeks apart, azzi surprises paige after one of her games — and reminds her what home really feels like.

⚠️ warnings: heavy fluff, minor angst (loneliness mentions), kissing, sleep cuddles, domestic softness, food mentions, extreme sapphiness, general yearning vibes (THE MOST FLUFFIEST FLUFF EVER)

📎 word count: ~1.4K

🧸 author’s note: hi anon! i love u for this req. this one made me so emotional to write because i love the thought of azzi being the kind of person who would fly across the country just to make sure paige feels loved 🥺😭 this is just full of hugs, soft kisses, and them being each other’s safe place. pls let me know if you liked it!!! my inbox is always open for screaming about them 💌💌

The late March air outside the Dallas arena was heavy and warm, the city humming under a velvet sky. Inside, the stadium buzzed with fading energy, fans lingering by the court to get one last glimpse of the night's stars.

Paige Bueckers barely registered any of it.

The game was a blur behind her — the points, the assists, even the standing ovation she got after a no-look pass that made the highlight reel. She smiled, she waved, she answered reporters’ questions like she was supposed to. It was automatic now — a mask she slipped on and off depending on who was watching.

But inside, she was lonely.

Bone-deep lonely.

The kind that made her chest feel hollow no matter how loud the crowd screamed her name.

It wasn’t that she didn’t love her life — the WNBA had always been the dream. She loved the grind, the speed, the stage of it all. She loved her team, her coaches, the fans. She even loved Dallas, most days.

But none of it was enough when she went home at night to a cold, empty apartment.

Home.

That word barely meant anything without Azzi.

God, she missed her.

She missed her laugh, the one that bubbled up from her chest and made Paige feel weightless. She missed the smell of her shampoo. She missed the way Azzi would curl into her side, stealing all the covers, mumbling nonsense in her sleep.

She missed having someone to come home to.

And tonight, after another long game, another exhausting performance, she felt the ache sharper than ever.

Paige trudged off the court, towel slung around her neck, ignoring the lingering flashes of cameras. She just wanted to shower, crawl into bed, and maybe FaceTime Azzi until she passed out.

She wasn’t ready for what was waiting just around the corner.

Paige slowed instinctively as she rounded the hallway into the players' tunnel. Something — she didn’t know what — made her glance up.

And froze.

There, leaning against the wall in her beat-up sneakers and her UConn hoodie, clutching a bouquet of half-crushed sunflowers, was Azzi Fudd.

Paige’s brain short-circuited.

It didn’t feel real. It couldn’t be real.

Azzi.

Her Azzi.

Her best friend, her favorite person, the girl who still showed up in every one of Paige's dreams no matter how far apart they were.

Azzi’s eyes found hers across the distance — wide, shining, nervous — and for a second, neither of them moved.

Paige’s heart slammed against her ribs, wild and desperate.

And then she ran.

The gym bag hit the ground with a heavy thud as she sprinted across the hallway, crashing into Azzi with so much force that the flowers went flying.

Azzi let out a soft "oof," but she caught her easily, wrapping her arms around Paige like she’d been waiting her whole life for this moment.

Paige buried her face in the curve of Azzi’s neck, breathing her in — warm skin, vanilla shampoo, the faintest trace of airplane air. It was so Azzi it hurt.

"I thought I was dreaming," Paige whispered, voice breaking.

Azzi laughed, shaky and close to tears. "I’m really here."

Paige pulled back enough to see her face — flushed cheeks, shining eyes, that perfect crooked smile.

She cupped Azzi’s cheeks in her hands, thumbing away a tear she didn’t realize she was crying. "You didn’t tell me."

Azzi shrugged, ducking her head, suddenly shy. "I wanted to surprise you. We got a break after the tournament, so... I booked a flight. Almost missed my connection. The Uber driver almost killed me on the freeway. But—" She smiled, tilting her head. "Worth it."

Paige laughed wetly, the sound half-sob, half-joy. She shook her head, overwhelmed, and leaned in.

Their kiss was slow and tender, a thousand I-missed-yous poured into a single touch. Azzi melted into her like she always did, like they were two pieces of the same whole finally slotting back together.

Around them, the stadium noise faded into a distant hum. It was just them. It had always been just them.

They barely made it back to Paige’s car, hands tangled together like lifelines.

The drive to her apartment was a series of stolen glances and half-finished sentences. Paige kept reaching over to brush her fingers against Azzi’s thigh, like she couldn’t bear not touching her.

Azzi was still in her travel clothes — oversized hoodie, leggings, hair messily knotted — and Paige thought she looked like the most beautiful thing she’d ever seen.

"You’re really here," Paige whispered again at a red light.

Azzi smiled at her, sleepy and radiant. "I’m really here."

Paige wanted to cry all over again.

Inside the apartment, Paige dropped everything at the door.

Azzi wandered through the small space, taking it all in — the framed photos of Paige’s first WNBA season, the pair of sneakers abandoned by the couch, the lone sunflower stuck into a water glass on the kitchen counter.

Paige stood in the doorway, watching her nervously.

"It’s not much," she said, rubbing the back of her neck.

Azzi turned around, her smile soft. "It’s perfect. It’s yours."

Paige crossed the room in three steps and kissed her again, fierce and grateful and aching all at once.

They stumbled to the couch, laughing breathlessly. Azzi straddled Paige’s lap, her hands bracketing her face, her forehead pressed to Paige’s.

"I missed you so much it physically hurt," Paige whispered.

Azzi nodded, eyes glassy. "Me too."

They stayed there for a long time, tangled together, whispering nonsense and trading kisses so soft they barely felt like touches.

Paige traced lazy patterns on Azzi’s back, feeling the way her breathing slowed, the way she relaxed fully for the first time in months.

At some point, they drifted into the bedroom, barely managing to peel off their hoodies and jeans before collapsing onto the bed, wrapped around each other like ivy.

Paige fell asleep with her nose buried in Azzi’s hair, Azzi’s fingers tangled with hers under the covers.

She woke up to sunlight streaming through the windows, birds chattering somewhere outside.

And Azzi.

Still there.

Still real.

Paige watched her sleep for a long time, memorizing every little detail — the way her nose scrunched slightly, the faint smudges of eyeliner still clinging to her lashes, the slow, even rise and fall of her chest.

Azzi shifted, mumbling something incoherent, and tucked herself closer to Paige’s side, throwing a leg over her hip.

Paige smiled so wide her face hurt.

Eventually, Azzi blinked awake, bleary-eyed and adorable.

"Mornin’," she mumbled, voice rough with sleep.

Paige kissed her forehead. "Best morning ever."

Azzi giggled and buried her face in Paige’s neck. "You’re clingy."

"You showed up across the country," Paige said. "You’re stuck with clingy."

Azzi just smiled, pressing a sleepy kiss to her collarbone.

They stayed like that for a while, cocooned in each other, until Paige’s stomach growled loudly enough to make Azzi snort with laughter.

"Food?" Azzi offered, grinning.

Paige groaned. "I don’t wanna move."

"I’ll cook," Azzi teased. "You just sit there and look pretty."

Paige perked up instantly. "Marry me?"

Azzi laughed, shoving her playfully before dragging herself out of bed.

Paige watched her pad into the kitchen, stealing one of her oversized shirts to wear, her hair a sleepy halo around her head.

And for the first time in months — maybe longer — Paige felt whole.

Not because of the wins or the trophies or the fans.

Because of this.

Because Azzi had found her, across miles and airports and chaos, and she wasn’t letting go.

Paige grabbed her phone and snapped a quick, blurry picture of Azzi at the stove, flipping pancakes with her tongue sticking out in concentration.

My favorite view, she captioned it, sending it to Azzi with a heart emoji.

Azzi looked up, caught her, and winked.

Paige laughed out loud, heart so full she thought it might burst.

She didn’t know where the season would take her. She didn’t know what challenges were waiting. But right now — messy apartment, burnt pancakes, sunflowers wilting in a glass on the counter — this was home.

This was everything.

And she wasn’t letting it go.

Not now.

Not ever.

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snowballseal · 9 months ago

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How they react to you having a lot of tattoos

LaDS X Reader

Anon Request: I was curious if you would be willing to write the boys reacting to a partner with a lot of tattoos? I feel like MC is pretty covered up and as someone with full sleeves and a large back piece, it’s always interesting to see how people react to seeing them.

Note: Y’all killing me with these fun requests 🥺 I love this. I only have a few minimalist tattoos, but I want MORE. Thank you for the lovely request, anon. The scenarios were fun to think of.

Word Count: who’s to say 🤷about 1000 each

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Rafayel

The first time Rafayel sees your tattoos is when you go on a date to the beach. You’re not even thinking about it as you change in the bathroom. When you decided to become a hunter, you knew you would have to cover up your tattoos. The policy, while being outdated in your mind, isn’t all that bothersome since you prefer to wear long sleeves anyways.

So it never occurred to you that Rafayel had never seen the full expanse of the ink on your body.

Which is why, when you step out and his eyes go impossibly wide as he looks at you, mouth dropping open, you’re first and foremost confused.

“What?”

Wrapping your arms around yourself, you feel an inkling of insecurity curl in your chest as you look down at your two-piece. It’s nothing immodest, just a blue bikini that you thought was cute and also met your standards for support. It’s a little frilly, but a part of you thought he’d love that.

“Do you not like it? I don’t uh, I don’t have anything else to wear…” Your voice comes out uncharacteristically meek.

That seems to snap Rafayel out of his daze. The artist shakes his head, the tips of his ears going positively red, as he still can’t rip his eyes from the lines decorating your skin. He reaches out, tracing the gentle petals of a flower on your waist.

“How come you’ve never shown me these, cutie?” He asks, voice touched with awe.

Oh. Heat creeps up your neck. So that’s what he was on about. You glance down at your body. You suppose it is a little jarring. It’s not like you’re covered head to toe, but you’re definitely a well covered canvas. Both of your arms have partial sleeves that curl up around your shoulders and continue along your collarbone. A large collection of flowers adorns the right side of your waist, traveling down your hip and turning into a pattern of vines down your leg. You have a few other ones, some silly, some heavy with meaning.

“Sometimes I forget I have them,” you admit a bit bashfully. Rafayel gives a low hum and your breath catches as his fingers continue to trace the lines on your waist, his touch warm and ticklish. “I’ve had some of them since before I started training.”

“I have to say, I’m a bit jealous that another artist has touched your body,” he murmurs, voice dropping to something low. His hand slips around your waist, drawing you closer so he can trace his lips over the intricate ink on your collar bone, ocean eyes glinting up at you with something possessive yet overflowing with adoration. “But even I have to admit this is beautiful work. Befitting my queen.”

Your cheeks go warm. As red at the tips of his ears. There’s something so reverent about his touch and it makes your heart flutter wildly, but you’re all too keenly aware that you’re still in public.

Not that it stops you from poking the fish.

“Would it make you feel better to know my newest one is for you?” You ask, reaching to touch his cheek with a teasing smile.

Rafayel’s face lights up. He draws back immediately, looking over your tattoos like an eager child until he spots the fresher ink on your left leg. You stifle a giggle as he drops to his knees, fingers curling around your ankle to pull your leg off the ground so he can get a better look.

“Rafayel!” You bark out a laugh, balance stolen away. It forces you to lean on him just so you don’t fall over. “Geez, I could have just sat down, you know!”

“This is for me?” Rafayel, oblivious to your complaints, grazes his fingertips tenderly along your skin.

Shaking your head, you give his hair a playful fuss, “Yes, you impatient fish. It’s not done yet, but it’s about us.”

It’s the beginnings of an ocean scene. A beach circles right above your ankle, depicting the silhouettes of two younger kids, their hands clasped in a promise. As the ink continues up your leg, it transforms into what looks like a night sky, but instead it’s water, swirling lines of blue and purple, full of schooling fish, one in particular standing out, bright red among the cool tones. A familiar symbol. And on the back of your calf swims a graceful looking figure, reaching for the light, edges blurred between fish and man and water.

A lump forms in Rafayel’s throat as he touches the red fish, a familiar warmths spreading across his chest as the same symbol glows faintly. Seeing it on you fills him with an emotion he can’t quite explain.

“You do realize what this means, right?” Those ocean eyes flicker up to you. They glint like dark pearls, iridescent and beautiful, yet carry a depth of emotion that makes your breath catch.

“I do,” you answer unwaveringly.

Rafayel’s lips pull into a small smile. He never expected someone to do something like this for him. Though, of course you would. And it’s beautiful.

“It’s a stunning piece,” he murmurs eventually, leaning forward to press a kiss to your knee, right above the ink, his hair tickling your thigh, “Though I still think the canvas is the most beautiful thing of all.”

A snort escapes you and you bite your lip, heat rushing back to your cheeks, “You’re ridiculously corny, Rafayel.”

“I know.” His smile shifts into a wolfish grin as he stands up, scooping you into a hug. You squeal as he spins you around, holding on tightly despite knowing he’d never drop you. It’s only when you’re positively red that he stops, his mirthful eyes watching your face. “It’s worth it if I get to see this face. I swear, cutie, if you do more things like this, I might become unbearable.”

“You never could,” you giggle and loop your arms around his neck, “Though, I was thinking maybe next time, you could come with me?”

Rafayel raises an eyebrow, “Oh? You want to get matching tattoos? I’ll admit, I’ve never considered it…but if it’s with you, I can’t think of anything more fitting.”

“You’ll have to design it, of course,” you hum, tone turning a little more excited, “Oh, I can’t wait! It’ll be so fun! We can do it the next time I take a break, and after swimming season, obviously.”

Leaning in, Rafayel gives you a short kiss, laughing against your lips, “Anything you want, my lady. As long as it’s with you, I’ll enjoy every minute of it.”

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Zayne

The first time Zayne sees your tattoos is when you reunite at Akso. You’re not sure how long it’s been, having only seen him every so often at Grandma Josephine’s for dinner. All you know is that he’s been busy, and is now one of the most remarkable young doctors in Linkon.

And also your new primary care physician.

“Knock knock.”

You rasp your knuckles lightly against the door to his office, eyes lingering on the nameplate displayed prominently beside it. A strange sense of pride swells in your chest. To think, your childhood best friend would reach such heights.

“Come in,” Zayne calls, voice as aloof as ever.

You slip into his office and let the door shut behind you. The doctor sits at his desk, flicking through a file on his tablet. You hesitate on the edge of his peripherals, not sure exactly what to do or how to act. It’s been a long time since you two have been truly close, not since- But you’ve missed him.

A lot.

“My apologies, my previous surgery ran longer than expected so I am still collecting your records.” You blink, his voice drawing you back out of your thoughts. “You may take a seat if you’d like.”

“Okay.”

Maybe you’re the only one who feels weird about it. He seems completely unaffected, like you’re a normal patient, ever the professional. You awkwardly drag a stool a little closer to his desk, just far enough to not seem weird and so it doesn’t feel like you’re looking over his shoulder.

After the silence goes a tick too long, you can’t help but break it, fingers fiddling nervously with your sweater, “How have you been, Doctor Zayne?”

A faint smile ghosts across his lips. You haven’t changed one bit.

“I’ve been well, thank you for asking. Work has become quite constant, so I’m afraid I haven’t been able to accept many of Josephine’s dinner invitations.” His eyes dart over to you briefly before focusing back on his screen. “You look like you’ve been doing well since we last saw each other.”

“I have,” you chirp, anxiety easing up a bit, “I’m really close to being finished with training and finally joining the Hunters Association. You should try to make it to dinner this week though! Grandma really misses you. She talks about you all the time.” You falter, cheeks warming a little. “...We’re all really proud of you, Zayne.”

Zayne’s fingers freeze against the tablet. An indecipherable look crosses his face, but he schools his features quickly and gives you a small smile.

“Thank you…you both have always been so kind to me,” he murmurs and finally turns to face you, “I’ll try my best to make it to dinner this week.”

Your face lights up, excitement sparking in your eyes. “Okay! I’ll let her know! She’ll probably make all your favorites. They haven’t changed, right?”

Zayne shakes his head, and you can’t help but kick your feet giddily. It’ll be nice to catch up. You have so many questions, and also so many stories to tell from your training days.

“Now that those plans are made, shall we proceed with your exam?”

“Right, right.” You almost forgot that’s what you’re here for. Nerves coming back, you shuffle on top of the stool. “What do you need me to do?”

“First, if you would remove your jacket, I’ll take your blood pressure and listen to your heart,” he instructs, voice settling back into something professional and neutral.

As Zayne turns away to fetch whatever tools he needs, you make quick work of taking your jacket off. The room is a little chillier than you expect. You wrap your arms around yourself to chase away the goosebumps that erupt across your skin. Your eyes stay glued on Zayne though, watching as he pulls a stethoscope and blood pressure monitor from one of his drawers.

“Do you usually do exams in your office?” You ask offhandedly.

“Not usually. As a cardiothoracic surgeon, I don’t often conduct general exams,” he hums, cleaning off the blood pressure cuff with a sterile wipe.

“Am I special or something, then?”

“With the rarity of your protocore syndrome, I thought it would be most effective to handle your care myself, yes. Though if it makes you uncomfortable we can-”

Zayne’s words cut off as he finally looks back at you. Surprise flickers across his face.

You freeze like a deer caught in headlights, though you don’t know why. Is there something on your face? A stain on your tank top? You glance down, finding nothing of the sort.

“What? What is it? Do I have something on me?” Your hands flicker up to your face, but you don’t feel anything.

Zayne blinks and shakes his head as if coming out of a stupor. The lightest blush warms his ears.

“My apologies. I just wasn’t aware you had so many tattoos.”

Oh. Holding out your arms, you look over the expanse of ink on your skin. You guess it’s a lot. It has taken you a few years, but you’ve effectively covered your arms and shoulders in art. Most of it is florals, with small, meaningful symbols or items hidden in the foliage. You also have a few others, though they’re covered by your clothes.

“I guess you wouldn’t have seen them,” you hum thoughtfully, “I wear a lot of long sleeves to Grandma’s dinners. And work requires us to cover them up.”

“They’re quite intricate.” He sets his tools aside, drawing his chair closer to you. His hand reaches for your arm, but pauses, his eyes darting up to yours. “May I?”

“Go for it,” you whisper, feeling a little bashful now that his attention is focused solely on you.

His fingers graze your wrist lightly, as if he’s scared to press too hard. You watch as he silently turns your arm over, taking in every minute detail of your tattoos. He lingers a little longer on the small, anatomical heart at the center of it all, surrounded by gentle jasmines. They’re incredibly well done, even he can see that, and they all look like they were done some time ago.

Something melancholic and sentimental settles in his chest.

“I remember when you were just a little girl, crying over her popsicle…You truly are all grown up now, aren’t you?” His voice is thick with something you can’t quite pinpoint, his touch turning impossibly tender as he traces the lines up your elbow.

Your heart flutters a little too wildly for your likings. “You’re all grown up too, mister chief cardiac surgeon. That’s a lot bigger than some tattoos.”

Another smile pulls at his lips, breaking his impassive facade.

“These have all healed well, though,” Zayne says, a spark of mischief flickering in his eyes as that strange emotion recedes, “You must have taken good care of them, and that alone is an impressive feat for you. That’s how I know you’ve grown up.”

A mock gasp escapes you and you pull your hand away to press it against your chest. If only to break the contact so he doesn’t notice your racing pulse.

“Doctor Zayne, I am deeply offended at your insinuation,” you insist vehemently, “I am a responsible person, soon to be an amazing hunter! I know how to take care of myself.”

“Says the woman who walked on a sprained ankle for a week out of pure stubbornness.”

“How was I supposed to know it was sprained?”

“I told you it was.”

---

Xavier

The first time Xavier sees your tattoos is after a mission that doesn’t go quite right. You come home with a bandage wrapped around your shoulder and chest, and the added instructions to change the gauze once a day. Which, of course, you can’t do yourself.

“Xav?”

Xavier glances up from where he’s sitting in the sun, a book long forgotten in his lap. Those sleepy blue eyes land on you questioning. You shuffle awkwardly in the doorway, a roll of gauze in your hand.

“Would you help me real quick?” You mumble, a soft blush warming your cheeks, “I can’t uh, I can’t change them myself.”

“Of course,” he hums immediately, standing and stretching languidly, much like a cat. “I am at your service, my lady.”

“Thanks,” you sigh, shoulders sagging, which sends a twinge of pain down your arm.

It was a nasty cut. You had been so focused on fighting one wanderer that you hadn’t noticed another smaller one appearing behind you. It was your fault, and thankfully it didn’t hit anything serious, but it was in just the right place to make moving your arm difficult.

Xavier silently leads you back into the kitchen. Taking the bandages from your hand, he pulls out a chair and motions for you to sit. You do so carefully, not wanting to jostle your body too much. The hunter sets the gauze aside and kneels down in front of you, his fingers finding the hem of your sweater and pausing, placid blue eyes turning up to you in question.

Ever the gentleman.

A tiny smile pulling at your lips, you offer him a small nod. That’s all he needs to pull it off, his hands moving slowly, with the utmost care. Thankfully, the room isn’t too cold, the setting sun pouring through the window and warming the space. The fabric musses your hair as he slips it over your head, and you instinctively reach up to fix it.

Completely missing the way Xavier’s eyes go wide as he looks down at you.

There aren’t a lot of things that catch the hunter off guard. But the ink covering your skin certainly does. Even with the bandages, he can tell it’s expansive, curling around your shoulders, dipping down your upper arms, painting the entirety of your back. It’s reminiscent of Starry Night, hundreds if not thousands of strokes forming delicate lines that follow the natural curves of your body, flowing so beautifully that they practically beg his fingers to trace them.

And as always with you, Xavier has a startling lack of self-control.

You blink at the feeling of his fingers grazing your uninjured shoulder. His touch is so light, you could almost mistake it for a breath. Almost like he’s worried he’ll hurt you.

“Is something wrong?” You ask, voice twinged with concern as you try and twist to look at where his touch lingers against your skin.

“Stay still,” Xavier orders gently, and you freeze, brows arching in confusion. Realizing you're panicking a little, the hunter leans down to press a kiss to your forehead, offering a soft explanation, “You never told me you have so many tattoos. I simply want to appreciate them.”

“Oh.” Your nerves fizzle out, replaced with an embarrassed tinge of excitement. So that’s what this is about. “I forgot I haven’t shown you them yet. I guess I’m so used to them that I forget they’re there, especially since I have to cover them for work.”

Xavier shifts behind you, fingers following the lines over your shoulder. They bleed into a wash of color, dark blue and purple and pink splashes across your back. A small planet of light sits between your shoulder blades, numerous stars dancing around it. His touch lingers on the planet, a flicker of light spilling from his fingers as his evol reacts unprovoked.

“What made you choose this?” He asks, voice wavering imperceptibly.

“I’m not sure,” you hum, shrugging your good shoulder, “I’ve always liked space. My grandma used to take me to the planetarium a lot when I was young, and I used to have dreams about it, of floating between planets and exploring the stars. I always felt drawn to this one planet, it was so pretty and it looked like it was made of light, but I could never reach it…”

Philos.

Something twinges in Xavier’s chest. How strange. You don’t remember the planet, that’s for certain, yet some part of you was still connected to it. To your home. To him. All this time…

“It’s beautiful,” he all but whispers.

Heat tinges your cheeks. That’s not usually what people say. It’s not for everyone, you know that. It’s a lot of ink, but you dreamt for so long about getting it. Still, most people usually just make offhand comments, not exactly rude, but not exactly compliments either. Like, oh that must have hurt a lot. Or, you must have saved a lot of money, huh?

Never beautiful.

And yet Xavier traces your ink with what almost feels like admiration. It makes your heart flutter with an uncharacteristic shyness, shoulders jolting up to your neck.

That’s when you remember your injury.

Letting out a low hiss, you drop your shoulder quickly as pain sizzles down your arm. Both of you had practically forgotten about it, caught in the moment. Xavier’s brow furrows again, an apology floating past his lips as he draws his fingers away - much to your disappointment.

“It’s okay,” you breathe, offering him a weak smile, “I just pulled it a little funny. We should probably check it, though.”

“Alright, I’ll be gentle,” he murmurs as he reaches for the edge of your bandage.

“...Thanks, by the way.”

You’re not sure what exactly you’re thanking him for. Helping you or his sweet reaction to the art decorating your skin. Maybe both.

And Xavier must know. He leans down, lips ghosting over your shoulder is an adoring kiss.

“Of course, my star.”

---

Sylus

The first time Sylus sees your tattoos is, of course, on the night you attend the auction. There’s no hiding the ink covering your body when you’re wearing a dress, after all. If anything, though, you think they’ll help you fit in a little better in the N109 Zone.

And you love the reaction Sylus gives you when you step out into the foyer.

For the briefest moment, his eyes go wide. Shock, perhaps the rarest emotion you’ve never had the pleasure of seeing on him, flashes behind those carmine eyes. In an instant, it disappears though, hidden with his usual cocky expression, one of his fine brow ticking up in amusement.

“I’ll admit, sweetie,” the man hums, “You’ve surprised me.”

You flash him a cat-like grin, satisfaction burning deep in your veins, and give a little theatrical spin, “Not what you were expecting, huh?”

Hardly a single part of your body remains untouched by ink. Most of the designs are artistic. Flourishing lines twisting and curling around your muscles, strangely reminiscent of the form his evol takes. They form a network of delicate webs across your body, sometimes forming shapes, sometimes with words written along the fine linework.

It’s hauntingly beautiful. Sylus can’t help but let his eyes slowly rove over your form, taking in every detail. They’re like a map, and his fingers are itching to explore every part of you, to see just how far the ink slips below the hem of the dress. A dress which he bought for you yet can’t be bothered to even notice now, not with such a dazzling sight set before him.

“Who knew the kitten would turn into a tigress at night,” he murmurs, voice going low and teasing as he slowly circles around you, a predatory glint in his eyes.

Your boldness wavers.

Sylus always seems to have that effect on you. Like a lamb straying from the herd and being found by the wolf. Prey before a predator starved, maw open and hungry, as if he could consume you whole. And all you can do is hold your ground, even if your legs shake, like that little lamb’s.

“Careful, Sylus,” you whisper, trying to appear unshaken by not following him with your eyes, despite the unease you feel not knowing exactly where he is, “This tiger has claws.”

You feel more than hear his presence come up behind you. A shiver traces down your spine when his breath skates over your ear, warm and far too intentional. In the same way, his fingers trace reverently down your arm, following the path of your ink, until they can intertwine with yours and draw your hand up to his lips.

“And that’s how I prefer you.” His voice is low, a mere rumble against your skin as he kisses your knuckles. Another shudder. “After all, it would be a shame to declaw such a beautiful creature. Even if she likes to scratch.”

God, you hate him.

You hate that it takes everything in you to rip yourself away from his enticing warmth. You hate that your heart is racing against your ribs, like it’s trying desperately to escape. And you especially hate the absolutely smug grin that plays on his lips (and the fact that you want to kiss it so badly).

“You’re teasing me,” you breathe unsteadily, putting space between the two of you.

Something dark flashes in his eyes, “Whatever do you mean, sweetie? I was merely giving you a compliment.”

“Then you give weird compliments,” you fire back, arms wrapping around yourself. “It sounds more like you’re making fun of me.”

Sylus pauses. Those ruby red eyes narrow on you thoughtfully, his lips pressing into a thin line. A tick of silence. Then his expression smoothes into something almost soft, and he takes a few measured steps towards you. Long fingers graze your palm again. A question.

And you give in far too easily, not fighting as he intertwines your fingers once again. His other hand skirts along your exposed shoulder, following the lines of your tattoo as they fade at your neck. You’re frozen under the sudden tenderness of his touch, your pulse racing against his fingertips.

“My apologies, kitten. That wasn’t my intention,” he murmurs, eyes boring into yours with an unnerving genuineness, “I simply meant that your tattoos are...befitting of your character. You are truly…” He looks you over once more, his gaze leaving a tantalizing heat in its wake. That dangerous smile curls his lips again. “Captivating.”

You inhale shakily.

No one has said something like that to you before. Not that you can remember, at least. It would sound cheesy from someone else, but from Sylus? The intensity of his tone leaves you feeling as unsteady as your heart. Lightheaded.

All you can do is blink up at him, eyes wide and doe-ish. No smart retort or comeback. Your mouth, in fact, feels remarkably dry. It fills the man with a touch of pride, rendering you so speechless.

Not one to let you stay dumbfounded for too long, though, Sylus lets out a smooth chuckle and taps your chin, “Careful, sweetie. If you look at me like that, I might just think you’re falling for me.”

Which of course works. Because he knows you better than you know yourself.

“I am not!” You squawk, face going up in flames. “You just surprised me, that's all! I didn’t know you were capable of such niceties.”

Sylus grins, drawing away as you swat at his hand, “Then it seems that we’re even.”

You scowl at him. So not fair.

“Now, would you like to accompany me to this auction, sweetheart?” He offers his arm. You keep your pout up for only a few seconds before giving in and slipping your hand around his elbow begrudgingly. Sylus hums in amusement, leaning in to press a ghost of a kiss against your cheek. “Looking like this, you’ll have no trouble getting the results you’ve been searching for, tonight. You’ll be the perfect distraction, my dear.”

“Well then, let’s not keep them waiting, shall we?”

---

Not gonna lie, Sylus' was probably my favorite. In my head I was kind of picturing the tattoos that Anthony Padilla has (from smosh, yes, sue me), and I just think he would totally call you a tiger since he likes calling you kitten.

Hope y'all enjoyed!

I'm really feeling some angst next possibly...

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imtaashu · 7 days ago

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𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝’𝚜 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚂𝚒𝚛𝚒 𝙸𝚜 𝙵𝚘𝚛.🗣️📱

✮ Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

✮ Summary: You teach Bucky how to use Siri. He immediately abuses it—for reasons both ridiculous and heart-melting.

✮ Genre: soft clingy Bucky, domestic fluff, modern!Bucky chaos, helpless romantic, tech dummy boyfriend, emotional support Siri, established relationship

✮ Word Count: ~1.3k

✮ Author Notes✍️ : He doesn’t trust AI… until it tells him how to make you smile 🥺 ~ bucky barnes will ruin you in 2 ways: clinginess or pure emotional carnage. masterlist’s right here, darling. 🫶~

“Hey Siri, how many kisses should I give my girl every day?”

You blink. “Bucky.”

He ignores you.

Your phone dutifully replies “That’s up to you, but affection is always appreciated!”

He beams. “See? Even she agrees.”

“Bucky, that’s not what Siri is for.”

“It is now.”

✦✦✦

It started innocently.

You were helping him learn basic voice commands—just fun little things, like setting reminders or playing music hands-free.

You expected maybe a few questions. Instead?

You unleashed a monster.

A lovesick, over-attached, 106-year-old super soldier who now treated your phone’s AI assistant like his best friend.

“Hey Siri, remind me to kiss Y/N every hour.”

“Okay. I’ve set an hourly reminder.”

Your head dropped to the table with a groan.

He grinned proudly, flopping down next to you on the couch “I’m just making sure I don’t forget,” he said innocently, already pulling you into his lap. “Time management, doll.”

You sighed. “It’s literally been seven minutes since your last reminder.”

He kissed your cheek. “Better early than late”

✦✦✦

It only got worse Or better. Depending on how dangerously cute you were willing to let things get.

You were brushing your teeth one night when you heard him from the bedroom “Hey Siri, is Y/N in love with me?”

You nearly choked on your toothpaste.

Siri replied, as Siri does “I can’t answer that. Maybe you should ask them yourself.”

You peeked out of the bathroom, foamy grin on your face. “She’s got a point.”

Bucky was sprawled on the bed, your phone in hand, looking like he’d just been personally betrayed.

“She’s supposed to be on my side.”

“She’s an AI, Bucky.”

He scowled. “She needs loyalty.”

You snorted. “Well, I am in love with you. In case you needed a real answer.”

That shut him up. And turned him into a blushing, smiling mess.

He mumbled something about needing to update Siri’s software to include heart facts.

✦✦✦

But the final straw?

Was when you found a reminder on your phone titled:

“Propose Without Crying Like A Loser.”

Your heart stopped. And then melted.

You didn’t say anything—just turned around to find Bucky standing awkwardly in the doorway with a sheepish smile and red-tipped ears.

“I was just… researching,” he said quickly. “Not, like, now. Or maybe now, I don’t know—”

You walked over and threw your arms around his neck before he could spiral any further “You better cry,” you whispered, nuzzling into his chest. “Or I’m saying no.”

He laughed, burying his face in your hair, holding you like he’d never let go.

“Hey Siri,” he murmured, lips pressed to your temple.

“What’s the best way to keep someone forever?”

You looked up at him, eyes full of quiet awe.

And he didn’t need an answer from a phone this time.

He had you.

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🏷️ tagging - @nerdreader @starstruckfirecat @okaytrashpanda 🎀🩷

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wanna be tagged in all the clingy!bucky chaos and emotional destruction? tell me and i got you ⛓️‍💥♥️

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ay4tou · 1 month ago

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Hello can i ask for lookism men reacts to reader forget to say i love you back (prank)?? that would be hilarious XD thank youu if you dont mind^^

lookism men reacting when you forget to say 'i love you' back

summary: you decided to do a little prank, turns out forgetting three little words is the fastest way to send several grown men into an emotional crisis.

author's note: took a bit too long on the request i got too carried away enjoying my break 💔 a lot of newer characters aren't here bc i genuinely don't know how to write them yet | masterlist

Daniel Park:

“I love you, don't forget to call me when you get home!"

You: “Okay. Bye.”

Pauses. Processes. Doesn’t say anything.

Says nothing for 10 minutes, then hits you with:

“Is this a test?”

You: “What?”

“A test of loyalty. Honesty. Trust. Emotional—”

He looked like a puppy, whining, drenched in the rain, getting told to stay outside the house because he destroyed the sofa. You feel so bad for him so you stay with him for 30 more minutes outside your house to calm down.

Gun Park:

“Love you.”

You: “Alright."

You blink, and he’s suddenly standing five inches closer.

“Say it.”

You: “Say what?”

“You know.”

Stares at you so hard your soul leaves your body, you say “I love you” with your full chest just to survive.

Goo Kim:

“Love you~”

You: “Mhm!”

“MHM???”

Starts spiraling instantly. Drops to the ground like a dying Victorian man.

“You said ‘mhm’ like I handed you a napkin, not my heart.”

Demands reparations in the form of 20 kisses.

Johan Seong:

"I love you."

You text: "Thanks, you too."

"You too..?"

Goes dead. Goes silent. Doesn't reply or even see your texts for a whole day.

You return home and see him glaring at you.

“I knew it. I was right all along. Trust is an illusion. Love is a scam.”

You comfort him and assure that it was just a prank, and after a while of convincing you still love him (of course you do), he breathes a sigh of relief.

You practically see Eden and Miro facepalming.

Zack Lee:

“Love you! See you later!”

You: “See ya!”

He stops. Blinks. Turns.

“…Wait.”

Follows you like a shadow. You lock the door? He stands outside. You go to work? He shows up during your lunch break.

“You forgot. I can wait. I’m patient. You’ll break before I do.”

Vasco:

“I love you!!” 🥺

You: “Hehe okay bye!”

He doesn’t move.

He just... stands there. For a while.

Then he goes to Jace:

“…Do you think they still love me even if they didn’t say it?”

Jace: panicking internally “THEY ABSOLUTELY DO.”

Jake Kim:

“Love you.”

You: “'Kay. Later!"

He nods. Then he realizes.

“Damn. That’s crazy.”

Lua overhears and with a stroke of luck (for Lua, not Jake) gossips to the girls at Big Deal street.

Word gets along fast in the street and Jake gets clowned in the groupchat within minutes.

Samuel Seo:

You: “Bye! I'll let you know when I get there.”

Samuel: “Sure. Love you.”

You wave and get on the elevator without saying it back.

He blinks.

...?

???

???????????????????

Loses his composure for a second but realizes he's in public and regains his nonchalance fairly quickly.

"Tch. Typical.”

Pretends he doesn’t care. Totally does.

Spends the rest of the day overthinking while fixing his hair in every mirror he passes.

DG/James Lee:

He texts it casually: “Love you.”

You: “Alright, later.”

Doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t comment.

Just quietly nods and moves on.

But his next text to you is noticeably more formal.

“...Let me know when you get home.”

No emojis. No pet names.

That’s his code for: “I noticed. I’m not mad. But I noticed.”

Ryuhei Kuroda:

“Love you!"

You: “Okay, bye!”

Malfunctions instantly.

“No no no NO. Run that back. Say it again. With feeling. Full sentence. I’m not letting this slide.”

Dramatically reenacts the moment for the rest of the day like it’s a trauma flashback.

You kick him out of the house and begs you to take him back.

Jace Park:

"Bye. Love you."

You: "Mhm."

His first instinct? Apologize to you.

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable by saying it first I didn’t mean to rush anything unless you do love me then that’s cool but if not that’s okay too unless it’s not then—”

Send help. He’s spiraling respectfully.

Hudson Ahn:

"Love you."

"Okay, bye."

You stare at each other for 5 more seconds, like you both had something to say.

In the end, he just nods calmly.

Looks away.

You turn around and catch him brooding at the sky like he’s in a coming-of-age film.

“The stars don’t talk back either. I get it now.”

#ay4tou #lookism #lookism fic #lookism x reader #daniel park #daniel lookism #gun park #gun lookism #goo kim #lookism webtoon #gun park x reader #goo kim x reader #johan seong #zack lee #jake kim x reader #jake kim #samuel seo lookism #samuel seo x reader #james lee x reader

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buckets-and-trees · 2 months ago

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What would happen if It Fit Too Right!Steve showed up for a filthy booty call only to find you a pathetic sick mess burrowed in bed and near delirious with a fever? 🥺

Wifey, you dropped this in my box last June, and I have known EXACTLY what would happen since then, and I've been just waiting to share (since I decided to post the pieces somewhat corresponding to the time of year they would happen).

I Felt More When We Played Pretend

Characters/Pairings: soft!dark and rough Nomad!Steve Rogers x Female!Reader Word Count: 3k Summary: April 30, 2018. See above.

Content/Warnings: illness, breaking and entering

Author Note: It was a year ago this week that I wrote the very first drabble for this duo! And then they evolved into a full series. Can you believe it? I feel like they're such a deep part of my writer heart and a constant fixation of my muse.

Previous Part | Series

↠ Masterlist | Aspen's Ask Box | Field Guide to the Forest

You jerked awake with a start, feet tangled in the throw blanket you'd cocooned yourself in earlier. Your feet are burning up, sweaty and uncomfortable. With a groan, you kicked the blanket off, shivering slightly as the cool air hit your overheated skin. You groaned as the motion triggered a coughing fit that scraped at your already raw throat.

The television was still playing in the background, Paul Hollywood critiquing someone's focaccia with that stern look of his. Bread week. It had definitely been cake week cake week when you were last awake and somewhat coherent. But you could tell it was at least still afternoon light coming in through your windows.

You reached for the half-empty mug of tea on the coffee table. It was stone cold, but you drank it anyway, grimacing slightly. This cold had knocked you flat for nearly a week, leaving you in a perpetual state of exhaustion and congestion, still nowhere near feeling human.

You ran a hand through your greasy hair, wincing at how disgusting it felt. But not feeling human, a shower hadn’t been something you’d pursued in days, wandering from your bed to the couch and then the bed again as you simply rotated where you took your exhausted shifts of sleeping, only downing cold medicine and a myriad of typically-useful home remedies.

You reached for the tissue box on the coffee table, pulling out the last one and blowing your nose with a sound that would make anyone cringe. The pile of used tissues beside you was embarrassingly large. You should really clean up, but the thought of moving hovered on the edge of possible but also too exhausting. You sighed and willed yourself to actually look at the pile to assess how much longer you could let it pile up.

Only it was gone.

One lone tissue only there - the one you’d just dropped.

Your frowned.

You tilted your head.

Your brain was fuzzy and slow.

Where did your disgusting pile go?

A clatter from somewhere else in your apartment made you tense. You were absolutely certain you'd been alone all day, all week even. Your muddled brain tried to make sense of this. Who else would be here? You have no roommates. Had you called someone? Had your mom learned you were sick, made a roadtrip to take care of you, and somehow gotten a key to your place?

You heard more noises from the kitchen, and your heart started hammering in your chest because another foolish thought crossed your cold-addled thoughts…

And then that thought appeared before your eyes.

“Hey invalid,” he greeted, and Steve came into the living room, holding a tray.

You burst into tears.

The suddenness of your emotional reaction seemed to catch you both off guard. The sob that escapes you is so sudden it triggers another coughing fit. You cover your mouth with your elbow, shoulders shaking as you try to catch your breath through the tears and coughing.

"Whoa, hey," Steve soothed, quickly setting the tray down on the coffee table. The ceramic mugs clinking against the wood as he sunk onto the couch beside you, one large hand coming to rest on your back. "Easy, breathe."

You couldn’t answer, your tears mixing with your already congested sinuses until you were a snotty, hiccuping mess.

“I didn’t mean to startle you,” he apologized.

You shook your head, wiping at your tears with the back of your hand. "It's not that," you managed.

It was mortifying. You were sick, disgusting, and now a blubbering mess in front of this man who kept appearing in your life like some beautiful ghost. You haven't seen him in weeks, and he shows up now? When you're at your absolute worst? It wasn't fair.

"I'm sorry," you said, sniffling. "I'm just—I'm disgusting right now."

Steve's hand continued to rub soothing circles on your back. His touch was gentle, so at odds with how he usually handled you.

"You're sick," he corrected, his voice soft. "Not disgusting."

You looked up at him through watery eyes. He was as perfect as ever—that irresistible beard, hair neatly combed, wearing a simple gray henley that stretched across his broad chest. Meanwhile, you were in the same ratty t-shirt and sweatpants you'd been wearing for at least three days, hair unwashed, face puffy from crying and congestion.

"I made you some soup," Steve said, nodding toward the tray. Soup and tea.

You hiccuped, trying to gather yourself. "I just... I didn't expect to see you. And I'm a mess and I feel horrible and..." You trailed off, gesturing vaguely at yourself.

Steve's expression softened. "You think I care about that?"

You couldn't meet his eyes. "This isn’t what you came here for.” You reached for another tissue, because even though you had stopped sobbing you were still crying, so exhausted from being ill, so overwhelmed by him being here. “I can’t bear you seeing me like this. I haven’t showered in days. I can hardly… I’m so tired, and I just–”

“Hey, hey, listen to me,” he firmly interrupted you, voice soft but firm. He cupped your cheek in his hand, turning your face up to look at him. “I came here to spend time with you, and that’s what I’m doing."

Your breath hitched at his words. This wasn't the Steve who fucked you against walls and made you scream his name. This was something else entirely. You searched his face for any sign he was just being polite, but found none. Only genuine concern reflected in those impossibly blue eyes.

"You're really not here for..." you gestured vaguely, unable to even say the word 'sex' in your current state.

Steve shook his head, a small smile playing at his lips. "Not everything has to be about that."

He reached for the mug of tea on the tray, passing it to you. The warmth seeped into your palms, the steam carrying the scent of honey and lemon to your clogged nostrils. You took a tentative sip, the hot liquid soothing your raw throat.

"This is good," you murmured, taking another sip. The honey coated your throat, bringing blessed relief.

Steve watched you with an expression you couldn't quite read. "I wasn't sure if you had food in the house. I brought groceries."

You blinked, processing his words slowly through your congested haze. "You... brought groceries?"

He nodded, reaching for the bowl of soup. "Chicken noodle. Nothing fancy, but it should help."

Your fingers trembled slightly as you accepted the bowl, warmth seeping through the ceramic and into your palms. The steam rising from the broth carried the comforting aroma of chicken, herbs, and vegetables. Your stomach rumbled in response—when was the last time you'd eaten a proper meal?

"Thank you," you whispered. The domesticity of it all was so jarring compared to your usual encounters, you truly didn’t know what to think.

Steve settled beside you on the couch, close enough that you could feel his warmth but not touching. The British baking show continued playing in the background as you cautiously spooned the soup into your mouth. The flavors burst on your tongue, a well-seasoned chicken broth, tender vegetables, soft noodles. It was exactly what your body needed.

"This is really good," you said between spoonfuls. "Did you make this?"

Steve nodded. "It's my mom's recipe. Well, as close as I can remember it."

The mention of his mother surprised you. Steve rarely spoke about his past, especially not the distant past before the war and the ice. You glanced at him, curious.

"She used to make it whenever I got sick," he continued, his eyes distant with memory. "Which was pretty often, before the serum."

You were struck by the moment, but continued eating the soup.

"How long have you been sick?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

You took another spoonful of soup, not realizing how much you needed it after days of barely eating. "Almost a week," you admitted. "It hit me hard Wednesday night."

Steve frowned, his eyes scanning your face. "Have you seen a doctor?"

You shook your head. "It's just a cold. A really bad one."

"Hmm," he hummed, not sounding convinced. His hand came up to rest against your forehead, checking your temperature. The gesture was so tender, so caring, it made your chest ache with something that had nothing to do with your congestion.

"You're still warm," he noted. "After you’ve eaten, you should take a shower.”

“Cause I smell?”

He chuckled. “You do,” he admitted, “but I think it will help you feel a little better, too.”

The thought of a shower was both appealing and exhausting. You wanted nothing more than to feel clean again, but the mere idea of standing upright for that long seemed impossible.

"I don't know if I can stand that long," you admitted, setting the now-empty soup bowl back on the tray. "I get dizzy."

Steve's eyes softened. "I'll help you."

Your heart skipped a beat at his words, so matter-of-fact. In all your encounters with Steve, this level of care, of tenderness, was uncharted territory. You'd seen glimpses of it, fleeting moments after sex when he would clean you up or hold you close, but nothing like this.

You set your now-"Steve, you don't have to—"

"I want to," he interrupted gently. His eyes held yours, and there was something in them you hadn't seen before—a vulnerability, a tenderness that made your breath catch. "Let me take care of you."

Those five words hung in the air between you. This was so far outside the parameters of whatever it was you had with Steve that you didn't know how to respond. Sex was one thing—intense, but the thought of him seeing you so vulnerable, so weak, had you feeling hesitant.

But this was Steve. The man who had seen every inch of your body, who had made you come undone in ways you never thought possible. Why was this so different?

"Okay," you finally agreed, your voice small.

Steve helped you up from the couch, his strong arm wrapping around your waist to steady you. The room spun slightly as you stood, and you leaned into him gratefully.

"I've got you," he murmured, his voice close to your ear.

The walk to the bathroom was slow, your legs shaky beneath you. Steve matched his pace to yours, patient and solid beside you. When you reached the bathroom, he turned on the shower, adjusting the temperature with one hand while keeping the other on your waist.

Steam began to fill the small space as hot water cascaded from the showerhead. Then Steve turned to you, his hands coming to rest at the hem of your t-shirt.

"May I?" he asked quietly.

You nodded, unable to speak past the lump in your throat. Steve gently lifted the shirt over your head, his movements clinical and careful. There was nothing sexual in his touch, only care. You felt oddly shy as he helped you undress completely, his eyes never lingering inappropriately. It was so different from every other time he'd removed your clothes.

"Almost ready," Steve said softly. He helped you remove your underwear with the same gentle efficiency, then guided you toward the shower. "Can you stand?"

You nodded, though you weren't entirely sure. "I think so."

"I'll be right here," he promised, helping you step under the warm spray.

The water felt heavenly against your skin, washing away days of fever sweat and lethargy. You closed your eyes, letting it cascade over your face and hair, breathing in the steam that helped clear your congested sinuses.

For a moment, you felt almost human again. You reached for your shampoo bottle, but your arms felt like lead weights, and you swayed slightly.

"Easy there," Steve said, quickly stepping into the shower behind you, having discarded his own clothes. His strong hands steadied you, holding you upright as the water cascaded over both of you. The sudden feeling of his bare skin against yours was startlingly intimate in a way that had nothing to do with sex.

"I've got you," he murmured, reaching for your shampoo bottle. He poured a generous amount into his palm and began to work it through your hair, his fingers massaging your scalp with gentle pressure. You closed your eyes, leaning back against his solid chest as he washed your hair with careful, methodical movements.

The feeling of his hands in your hair was hypnotic, soothing in a way you hadn't expected. This wasn't the Steve who pulled your hair during passionate encounters—this was someone else entirely, someone tender and nurturing.

"Turn around," he said, gently turning you in his arms so you faced him.

The warm water flowed down your back as Steve carefully tipped your head back, rinsing the shampoo from your hair. His hands were gentle as they worked through the strands, making sure every bit of soap was washed away. You kept your eyes closed, dizzy from the heat and the proximity of him, though not in the way you usually were around Steve.

Once your hair was rinsed, he reached for your body wash, squeezing some onto a washcloth. With methodical care, he began washing your body, starting with your shoulders and working his way down your arms. His touch was clinical, respectful in a way that made your heart ache.

"This okay?" he asked softly.

You nodded, unable to find your voice. There was something so personal about this moment, something that transformed all the physical encounters you'd had into something more meaningful, more real. Steve continued washing you, his movements gentle but thorough. When he finished, he helped you rinse off, supporting your weight as the warm water cascaded over both of you.

"Better?" he asked, his voice low.

"Much," you whispered. The combination of the hot water, the steam, and Steve's gentle care had eased some of your misery. Your head still felt stuffed with cotton, but the heavy weight of illness seemed slightly lighter.

"I think I need to get out now," you murmured, your legs starting to feel like jelly beneath you.

"Okay," Steve agreed, turning off the water. He stepped out first, quickly wrapping a towel around his waist before reaching for your fluffy bath towel. He enveloped you in it as you stepped out, using another smaller towel to gently blot the water from your hair.

The bathroom was warm and steamy, but you still shivered slightly. Steve noticed immediately.

"Let's get you dressed," he said, his voice gentle but firm. He kept one arm around you for support as he guided you into your bedroom. The familiar space was welcoming, though you noticed immediately that the tangled sheets and scattered tissues that had been in here too were gone. The bed was neatly made with fresh sheets, a glass of water and your medication waiting on the nightstand.

"You cleaned my room," you murmured, touched by the gesture.

Steve shrugged, the movement casual but his eyes watchful as he steadied you. "Thought it might help you feel better."

He helped you to the edge of the bed, then moved to your dresser. "What do you want to wear?"

"T-shirt, second drawer. Underwear in the top left," you instructed.

Steve returned with a soft t-shirt and a pair of comfortable cotton underwear.

"Arms up," he instructed softly, helping you into a clean t-shirt. His hands were gentle as he guided the soft fabric over your damp hair and down your body. Next came the underwear, Steve kneeling before you to help you step into them. The role reversal was striking—you were usually the one on your knees before him.

Once you were dressed, Steve guided under the covers. The fresh sheets felt heavenly against your skin as you sank into the mattress. Steve tucked the blankets around you with careful hands, then sat on the edge of the bed.

"Better?" he asked, his voice soft.

You nodded, your eyelids already growing heavy. The shower had helped clear your head somewhat, but it had also drained what little energy you had.

Steve reached for the glass of water on the nightstand. "You should take your medicine."

You obediently took the pills he offered, washing them down with water. As you handed the glass back, your fingers brushed his. "Thank you," you whispered, your voice thick.

Steve brushed a strand of damp hair from your forehead, his touch lingering against your skin. "You should rest."

"Will you..." you hesitated, suddenly unsure. This was uncharted territory for both of you. "Will you stay?"

Something flickered in Steve's eyes—surprise, maybe, or something deeper. "Of course, I'll stay," he promised softly, “for as long as you need me to.”

You felt a wave of relief wash over you.

"Thank you," you murmured, your eyelids growing heavier by the second. The combination of warm soup, a hot shower, and clean sheets was quickly pulling you toward sleep.

You expected Steve to leave the room, perhaps go watch television or sit in the chair in the corner. Instead, he stood and shed the towel from his waist, quickly pulling on his boxer briefs that you now noticed were sitting on the dresser. The bed dipped as he slid in beside you, his body radiating warmth as he settled against the pillows.

Without thinking, you shifted closer to him, seeking his warmth. Steve's arm came around you, drawing you against his chest. You rested your head in the crook of his shoulder, your body fitting against his as naturally as breathing.

"Sleep," he murmured, his lips brushing your temple so naturally.

As you surrendered to unconsciousness, your last thought was that while you would recover from this awful spring cold, you didn’t think you would ever recover from this.

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neonbonded · 1 month ago

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You Packed What In My Lunch?

♡ ft. LADSx fem!reader ♡ cw: suggestive lunchbox notes, public flustering, deeply unprofessional behavior, horny male leads on the brink, chaotic wife energy, implied smut, 18+ ♡ a/n: it started with a love note. Congrats, you’re the reason none of them can eat in public anymore. (Just something small and short)

Caleb

It started off innocent.

A cute note. A smiley face. A “Good luck, lovebug ♡” scribbled in pink gel pen on a sticky note pressed against the inside of his lunch container. Caleb had found it during mission briefing, pulled it out with a big dumb grin on his face, and showed it to everyone like you’d just sent him a medal.

But then?

You escalated.

Monday: a heart-shaped PB&J and a flirty “Don’t forget what’s waiting for you at home 😉” note.

Tuesday: strawberries sliced into flowers and a cartoon doodle of you both in bed—with a lot of hearts and a slightly suspicious lump under the blanket.

Wednesday: spicy noodles and a very detailed message about what else you’d like to be slurped later.

Thursday?

You went nuclear.

Because he opens his lunch in the Farspace mess hall—packed with pilots, staff, and top-level officers—and tucked between his Tupperware and chopsticks is a full polaroid of you wearing nothing but his flight jacket and a suggestive smirk.

The back of the polaroid says:

“If you finish your food like a good boy, you can unwrap dessert at 2100 hours. 🥺💋”

Caleb chokes so hard on his own saliva he nearly knocks over the tray.

The guy across from him glances at the photo. Blinks. Whistles.

“You married a menace, Colonel.”

Caleb doesn’t even argue.

He just clutches the photo to his chest, cheeks flushed, muttering something about how nobody’s allowed to look but him.

Later that night, he storms into the apartment, throws his gear down, and pins you to the wall in one smooth motion.

“You think you’re funny?” he growls, eyes wild with equal parts reverence and desperation.

You blink innocently. “Did you like the picture?”

“I liked it so much I almost got court-martialed.”

You grin. “You finished your food?”

“Oh, I finished everything.” His voice drops, fingers curling around your hips like you’re the only thing tethering him to gravity. “But I’m still hungry, sweetheart. And you’re on the menu.”

And that’s how you end up with noodles on the floor and Caleb showing you exactly what kind of dessert he meant.

Xavier

Xavier isn’t used to packed lunches.

He’s used to mission rations, cold energy bars, and whatever vending machine items don’t scream immediate regret.

So when he opens his gear pack during a routine debrief and finds a neatly packed bento box on top—wrapped in one of your pastel cloth napkins with your handwriting in the corner—he freezes like it’s a bomb.

He unwraps it slowly.

Inside: onigiri shaped like stars, strawberries cut like hearts, even a tiny container of dipping sauce… and a folded note taped to the lid.

He hesitates.

Then opens the note.

“Hope this holds you over, baby. But just so you know… dessert’s waiting in silk and nothing else. 😘”

His ears go pink. Then red.

He sits there, staring at the note like it just physically struck him. His mind has cleared of every tactical detail he learned in training. All he can hear is your voice in his head, teasing and sweet and barely dressed.

He eats one rice ball and immediately chokes.

Back at home that night, you’re reading on the couch when you hear the door open. You don’t even get a hello before a very flushed, very tense Xavier walks in—jacket half-off, eyes wild.

You blink. “You okay?”

He says nothing.

Just crosses the room, crouches in front of you, and holds up the note.

“I couldn’t focus.”

You smile, playful. “That was kind of the point.”

His jaw flexes.

“You said dessert.”

“I did.”

“And… silk.”

“Mhm.”

You lean forward, letting your fingertips graze his cheek. His breath stutters.

“You ready to cash in?” you murmur.

He nods.

Slow. Deliberate.

And then?

Very quietly—almost reverently—he says:

“…Can I unwrap you like you packed me?”

You’ve never seen him lose control faster.

Rafayel

Rafayel doesn’t usually remember to eat. Or sleep. Or hydrate.

So when you start packing him lunch every afternoon before he disappears into the studio, it’s more about survival than romance—at first.

Today, though?

You were feeling bold.

So you packed his usual—veggie wrap, fruit, chocolate—but with a little extra flair: strawberries sliced into hearts, a ribbon tied around the bento box, and a note folded like origami and tucked under the lid.

You don’t hear from him for hours.

And then—

BANG. The studio door slams open like a scene from a telenovela.

“What the hell is this,” Rafayel demands, waving the lunch box like it personally offended him. His hair’s a mess, his shirt is unbuttoned halfway down, and his mouth is stained red.

You raise a brow. “Lunch?”

He storms over and slams the note down onto the table:

“Eat this like you plan to eat me later. Slowly. Messily. No crumbs left behind.”

You barely hold back a grin. “Was it too much?”

“Too much?” he scoffs. “Too much? Baby, I licked the juice off my fingers and got hard in front of a canvas.”

You burst into laughter. He does not.

“I was trying to paint,” he says, voice strained. “And all I could think about was how you’d taste if I laid you out on the palette table.”

You blink.

“…Do you want a different note next time?”

He narrows his eyes. Crosses the room. And cages you against the wall with one palm.

“Next time,” he purrs, “you pack yourself. In the box. Naked. With whipped cream. Deal?”

You open your mouth to respond—

And he kisses you instead.

Hard. Sweet. Just a little messy.

There’s fruit juice on your chin and paint on his fingers and you don’t even care because he’s already lifting you onto the nearest flat surface.

“I’m not leaving crumbs this time,” he murmurs against your neck.

And, well.

He doesn’t.

Zayne

Zayne’s lunch breaks are brief. Efficient. Predictable.

He doesn’t even like eating during the day—it “slows him down.” But ever since you started packing meals for him (“just something light, don’t argue”), he’s been eating more regularly.

Which is great for his health.

Less great when you decide to be cute.

You packed him a neat, nutritious bento. Quinoa salad, steamed chicken, a little mango.

Oh—and a folded note tucked under the lid, sealed with a kiss mark in your favorite lipstick.

You wrote:

“Don’t forget to eat me next. ❤️ P.S. I’m not wearing panties.”

Simple. Sweet. Spicy.

Zayne opens it in the hospital break room. With two other attending surgeons present.

He doesn’t say a word.

Doesn’t even flinch.

Just folds the note back up, very slowly, and tucks it into his coat pocket like it’s a nuclear code.

The other doctors go silent. One chokes on his yogurt.

Zayne clears his throat.

“I’ll be taking my lunch in my office today.”

He storms out.

Not in anger.

In desperation.

You don’t even get a warning text. You just hear the front door slam open two hours later and a very composed, very flushed Zayne drops the lunch box on the counter and says—

“Where are they?”

You blink. “Where are what?”

“The panties,” he growls, already walking toward you. “I checked. You lied.”

You don’t have time to answer.

You’re too busy being lifted onto the counter.

“Next time,” he breathes against your neck, “think very carefully about where I might be when I open something like that.”

You grin, breathless. “You didn’t like it?”

“I’m going to punish you for it.”

And from the way he kisses you—slow, possessive, a little starved—you think maybe lunch just became his favorite meal of the day.

Sylus

To be fair, you weren’t trying to start anything.

You just thought it would be funny.

Sylus doesn’t “do” lunch—but when he left his suit jacket at home this morning (after a particularly enthusiastic goodbye), you took your chance and sent him off with a black-lacquered lunchbox.

He rolled his eyes.

Said nothing.

But you knew he’d open it eventually.

Probably surrounded by his inner circle—Onychinus lieutenants and morally bankrupt geniuses. Maybe even a few government spies pretending not to be impressed by him.

Which is exactly why you slipped in the note. Right beneath the neatly wrapped meal.

In your handwriting:

“Every bite better remind you whose mouth it should be in.

Come home hungry. I’ll be wearing nothing but your ring.”

You didn’t expect a response.

But that afternoon, your phone buzzes.

It’s a photo.

Your note—next to an empty container.

And then a message:

Sylus: “Meeting ended early. Your fault. Open the door or I break it.”

You barely have time to laugh before you hear boots in the hall.

He’s already there.

Still in all black. Collar undone. Red brooch askew. Energy crackling like he barely made it through the day without devouring something.

He steps inside.

Locks the door behind him.

Then looks you over—slow, dark, dangerous.

“You wanted to be cute,” he says.

You shrug, fake-innocent. “Was I?”

He’s already walking toward you.

“No,” he mutters, pinning you against the wall. “You were reckless.”

“And now I’m—”

His mouth covers yours before you can finish.

You don’t get to finish anything that night.

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whatdoyouwanttocallmefor · 16 days ago

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Can you make a oneshot of sub!jisung and dom!femreader fucking jisung with a peg, overstim and edging i love your works btw

Mine, Always - Han Jisung x Fem!Reader 🔞🔞

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Dom!FemReader x Sub!Jisung

Warning: Pegging, edging, overstimulation, negging, light bondage, degrading praise, begging, crying, praise kink, aftercare. MDNI

Jisung was always mouthy.

At first, it was endearing that cocky grin, the sharp comebacks, the way he teased you in every tutoring session like he wasn’t just barely passing. You’d catch him doodling hearts instead of notes, or challenging your explanations just to argue. You let him play. You let him act smart. Until one night, you leaned in close, whispered:

“You like being told you’re wrong, don’t you?”

He turned red so fast you knew you were right.

That was the night the dynamic shifted. Jisung, your bratty little know-it-all, melted the moment you took control. And you? You made it your mission to ruin him. Over and over. Until all that attitude turned into nothing but moans and tears under your palm.

And tonight was no different.

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You had him on his back, wrists tied with your scarf above his head, the strap buried deep in him. He was already crying a needy, over stimmed mess, twitching under your slow, brutal rhythm. His cock was flushed, untouched, leaking precum onto his stomach.

“You were so bold earlier,” you murmured, dragging your fingers up his chest. “What happened to all that confidence, baby?”

He whimpered, trembling. “I-it hurts—feels too good—I can’t—”

You tilted your head, mock pity in your voice. “Can’t handle it? Aww. That’s so sad. All that attitude, and now look at you. Just a drooling mess with his legs open.”

His breath hitched, face burning in shame and arousal.

You leaned down, your strap grinding deep again. He gasped, full-body twitch.

“You want to come already?” you mocked. “So fast. That’s embarrassing, Sungie.”

“I’m s-sorry—” he choked, eyes wide and shiny. “I can’t think—!”

“Yeah, I know,” you cooed, cupping his face. “Takes a real man to handle this, huh? Guess we both know you’re just my little toy. My dumb, crying pillow princess.”

He moaned. Loud. Desperate.

“Does it turn you on?” you whispered. “Knowing I could edge you all night and you’d still thank me? Knowing your pretty little cock’s not even important right now?”

He nodded, tears spilling. “Yes—yes, it d-does—”

“I bet it does.” You gave him a few cruel pumps of his cock, then stopped. “Pathetic little thing’s been twitching for thirty minutes and still hasn’t learned patience.”

“Please, please, I’ll be good—”

“You will be,” you said firmly. “Because I’m not stopping ‘til you’re begging like you forgot how to speak.”

You started again. slow, deep thrusts, your hand lightly stroking him. He sobbed at the sensation, crying into the pillow, hips jerking. His body was giving out, but his voice was loud, needy.

“Yours, I’m yours—I’m your good boy—please, please—!”

“That’s right,” you hissed, grinding in deep and curling your hand around him again. “Come for me, slut.”

He broke.

Sungie came hard, body writhing, cum spilling onto his stomach as he screamed your name. His body shook, voice cracking, tears soaking the pillow.

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You took your time with the aftercare.

He was twitchy and oversensitive, sobbing quietly into your chest while you untied his wrists, rubbed soothing circles into his hips, and whispered soft nothings into his hair.

“I’m s-so lucky you love me,” he hiccupped.

“You are,” you said with a kiss to his cheek, wrapping him up in a warm towel.

He gave you the tiniest, sleepy smile. “You’re so mean.”

“You love it.”

“I do,” he murmured. “And you love me even when I’m a brat?”

You kissed his swollen lips. “Especially then.”

You held him close all night, his sore little body clinging to yours like a lifeline. And even in sleep, when he sighed and whispered your name, he knew: no matter how wrecked you left him, he was yours.

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Subtle Acts of Love

Pairing: Garrick Tavis x fem!reader

Summary: Garrick shows you he loves you in small ways

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 5.2k(this one got away from me haha)

A/N: Been a little MIA these last couple of weeks; I was on vacation and then last week was super busy. I've been wanting to write something for Garrick for a while now so I hope everyone enjoys this fic of Garrick and his sweetheart🥺

I'd love to write more for these two so send in any requests you might have about Garrick and Princess and I'll do my best to get to them! Not gonna lie I was listening to Alex Warren's song Ordinary and I felt like it fit perfectly! Hope you guys enjoy this!💕

Let me know who you'd like to read a fic about next :)

****Beware of typos lol(my computer is acting up) and constructive criticism is always helpful!

You had been studying for days, preparing for the upcoming Battle Brief exam that hung over you like a dark cloud. Your mind was drowning in the notes you had been taking during class containing outpost information, skirmishes, and other information that you swore was swimming around on the page in front of you. Despite your best efforts, the stress had started to seep into every facet of your life. If you weren't training or going to class, you were studying or eating in the dining hall and your friends had started to take notice. You noticed the sun's rays casting a warm glow over your room and you peeked out your window to see the sun setting in the distance. You sighed and rolled your shoulders to try and get rid of the tightness from being hunched over your materials. A knock sounded at your door and you jumped, the sound pulling you from your thoughts.

You got up to open it and saw your squad standing in front of you. "We're all heading to the dining hall, want to join?" Rhiannon asked. "I don't know," You hesitated, casting a glance behind you at the open textbooks on your desk, "I feel like I should keep going over the material for battle brief," You answered. "Oh come on," Ridoc groaned playfully. "You're going to ace the exam like always. I'm sure you could take a break to feed yourself," he went on. "Alright," You gave in with a small smile and Ridoc threw his arm around your shoulders pulling you into his side, jostling you. "You know there's more to life than studying," He teased. You sat with your squad, munching on dinner as the boisterous energy around you reached its peak. You had to admit it was nice taking a small break but the upcoming exam still nagged at you at the back of your mind. I'll go back to studying after dinner. You decided.

A shadow loomed over you and you tilted your head up to see Garrick standing behind you and you smiled. Garrick had been your best friend since first year at Basgiath last year and the two of you had practically been inseparable since. "Hey you," He said, sliding his large frame on the bench beside you. His deep, raspy voice caused your heart to flutter. Just being near him, your body seemed to loosen and let go of some of the tension it had been keeping. Garrick must have noticed because his eyebrows furrowed. "Are you alright?" He asked. You nodded. "Just a bit stressed about the exam for Battle Brief," You replied. "You'll do great, I know you will. I know your studies are important to you but try not to stress too much," He said, rubbing his thumb along the back of your hand.

You nodded and though his words were comforting, the anxiety didn't leave completely. "I really should get back though," You replied, standing up. Your friends protested but you promised to spend more time with them once the exam was over tomorrow. "I'll walk you back," Garrick offered, rising to his full height. Admittedly, he had made you uneasy the first time you saw him because of how big he was; Violet had called him "the big one" the first time your squad watched him spar with Xaden and the moniker was fitting. But after you helped him the first time in math, you realized he wasn't always as scary as he seemed and now you couldn't imagine your life without him in it. You and Garrick strolled leisurely through the corridors-or rather Garrick strolled leisurely-and chatted a bit.

"Why are you so stressed about the exam?" He finally asked. "It's an important exam. I don't want to fail," You replied, as if it was obvious. The two of you had made it to the courtyard and the smell of honeysuckle amid the fresh air tickled your nose. "You always say that you're scared to fail but you never fail and you worry yourself too much about it. So why are you so stressed about passing school all the time if you're good at what you're doing?" He asked, leaning his back against a pillar as the two of you sat on the cobblestones. "I don't know....I guess I just don't want to disappoint my family. They were so proud of me when I got accepted to join the quadrant," You admitted. The swath of daylilies growing at the edge of the courtyard a few fingers length away caught your eye. You reached down and stroked the delicate petals and a soft smile graced your face; they were your favorite flowers with their showy and vibrant colors and they never failed to make you smile. "I just feel like if I fail, even an exam, I'll be letting them down somehow," You said, letting the petal slide along your fingers. "You're one of the best students I know, Y/n. I'm sure your parents would be proud of you no matter what," He said softly, watching you look at the flowers.

The next morning you woke up and the pit in your stomach about the exam was still there. Talking with Garrick helped but the anxiety wouldn't go away until the exam was over. You finished braiding your hair, strapped your daggers to your side, and grabbed your book bag. You sighed and opened the door and almost stepped on something laying on your doorstep before gasping softly. Laying on your doorstep bound together with twine was a bouquet of daylilies, the same ones you had stopped to admire yesterday. You picked up the bundle and admired the vibrant oranges, pinks, and yellows. You brought them to your nose and inhaled the sweet scent and noticed a small piece of paper tucked into the twine. "I know they're your favorite." It read and you noticed it was unsigned. I wonder who left them. You thought to yourself. It could've been any of your friends since they all knew you liked them. You stepped back inside, placed the flowers on your desk, and left for battle brief; and of course you passed the exam.

"Oh, come on again?" You cried out, seeing the lack of your favorite dessert on the dessert table. "They have plenty of other good desserts," Violet offered, amused. "I know but I wanted the blackberry tartlets again," you said, craving the delicate little pastry. You settled for lemon squares and while they were delicious, they certainly weren't blackberry tartlets. "Want me to bribe the bakers to get some for you?" Garrick chuckled. "I know you're only teasing, but I'd love you forever," You laughed, and you missed the way the red crept up Garrick's neck as he smiled sheepishly. The conversation quickly turned, and you forgot about the missing dessert you had wanted.

"Don't overreach y/l/n!" Emetterio shouted over the noise in the sparring gym. "You open yourself up if you keep doing that," he continued. You had been partnered with a girl from third wing and although she was small, she was infuriatingly quick. She knocked your feet out from under you before you had time to register what had happened and pinned you to the mat forcing you to yield. Emetterio sighed but class had lapsed, and the girl got up and offered you a hand, giving you a small nod before rejoining her squad. You walked over to your own, undoing the wrappings on your hands. “Getting your ass kicked by a first year?” You heard behind you. You looked over your shoulder and saw Garrick standing beside your gym bag. “Oh, please like you never lost a fight,” You snorted. “Besides I was just distracted,” you said. It was true; you were still thinking about the flowers left anonymously a few weeks ago and... Garrick looked really good sparring with Xaden during your match. Garrick opened his mouth but before he could ask about it, your squad called for you. “I’ll see you later?” You looked at Garrick before grabbing your gym bag and he gave you a nod. You and the rest of your squad headed towards the showers to wash off the sweat and stink of sparring practice. Sawyer and Ridoc split from the group heading towards the male showers while you, Rhiannon, and Violet headed towards the female showers.

The steam hit you in the face and suddenly you desperately wanted out of your gym clothes to feel the hot water wash everything away. "So still no idea who left those flowers?" Rhiannon asked, stripping off her shirt revealing a standard issue black sports bra. "No," You shook your head, setting your gym bag on the bench and taking a seat next to it. "I guess I should give up trying because it could be anyone." You slipped off your shoes and your shirt, leaving them in your locker to grab after your shower, before opening your gym bag to pull out fresh clothes. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion. "What is it?" Violet asked, seeing the look on your face. "Not sure but it was sitting on top of my clothes," You murmured, pulling out a small but thick package wrapped in butcher paper and tied with twine. "Well open it I want to see what it is," Rhiannon said. You gingerly untied the twine and peeled back the butcher paper to find five...blackberry tartlets. You'd recognize the little pastries anywhere. The buttery crust held together a pastry cream layer, a blackberry compote layer, and topped with fresh blackberries dusted with powdered sugar. "Did one of you guys put this in my bag?" You asked but both of the girls shook their heads. "I love you but you know how the bakers are," Violet jokes, peeking out from behind the shower curtain. It was true the bakers were known to be a bit...difficult. It was common knowledge you didn't want to piss off the bakers who felt themselves to be superior and all important. "Someone must really like you," Rhinanon smiled before stepping into the shower. Yeah. you thought. But who?

Your squad, plus Xaden and Garrick were gathered in the common room studying or otherwise pouring over old books from the Archives. "So I heard you got another present from your secret admirer," Ridoc teased, looking up from his spot on the floor where he laid on his stomach, a textbook open but discarded. Everyone's head turned to look at you and you felt your face heat up. "Pastries in my gym bag," You murmured. "Not just any pastries...I heard they were the desserts you were wanting. Blackberry tartlets perhaps?" Ridoc wiggled his eyebrows, a huge grin plastered on his face. "Yes, they were," You said, a little uncomfortable about the attention focusing solely on you. "But they're not a secret admirer. I think they're just trying to be nice," You added, the weak defense clearly doing nothing to convince your companions. You happened to glance over at Garrick who was watching with an unreadable expression. Was he upset? You wondered. Did he care at all? Your little crush had bloomed over the last year and you knew you loved Garrick even if you never had the courage to say anything and you knew you wouldn't return the feelings your "secret admirer" had. You only wanted Garrick and you wished you could tell him.

"Please anyone who gets anonymous gifts has a secret admirer. Maybe you should try to find out who it is," Rhiannon joined the conversation. "If they found out who it was that would obviously defeat the point of the secret part," Ridoc snorted derisively. "Plus everyone knows two gifts is too early to attempt to discover a secret admirer's true identity," Ridoc added seriously. "Oh yeah who said that?" Sawyer laughed. "Everyone knows that!" Ridoc whined, shoving his friend's shoulder playfully.

"I don't but I wish I did know who it was so I could thank them and let them know how much I appreciate it," You replied. Even if you wouldn't return their feelings, it was still thoughtful what they were doing. "Maybe they already know," Garrick pointed out and you looked over. His hazel eyes always made you feel weak in the knees but there was something...different in them. "Maybe," You whispered. "Well, if they ever decide to stop being anonymous, tell them to send one my way too. I wouldn't mind tarts and a love confession," Ridoc smirked from his spot. A few laughed and the tension faded but garrick's look stayed with you.

The morning bell sounded, signaling classes were beginning soon. Your first class of the day was Dragonkind with Professor Kaori, and your steps were light but brisk, not wanting to be late. You rounded the corner and there he was- Garrick stood leaning against the wall, dwarfing the first years that passed by. "Cutting it a bit close today. Are you trying to make me late?" He joked, falling in step beside you. You rolled your eyes playfully. "I'm not the one making you late, you've got your own schedule," You laughed as you and Garrick made your way to Kaori's classroom. "I guess," He said with a lazy smile. "I can't just have you roaming the halls by yourself though," He added. You blinked in surprise. "I appreciate it but you don't have to always walk me to class," you replied. "I'd be fine." Garrick gazed down at you briefly. "I know you would be but I don't mind," he told you, his voice softer. A part of you wanted to argue but the warmth in his eyes made it hard so instead you gave him a small nod, letting the moment settle in. His presence beside you was comforting; like something you didn't realize you needed until it was already there. As the two of you walked a comfortable silence spread over the both of you- that was something you always liked about being around Garrick; you never had to fill the space with small talk if it wasn't needed- and you let your mind wander.

It struck you how often he did this, walking you to your classes. How often he waited for you even though he didn't have to, seemingly always there. Most of his classes were on the other side of the academic wing so they weren't exactly close and yet, without fail, he always made a point to walk you to yours even if it meant he'd be late to his own. The two of you approached the crowded courtyard, students milling about as they gathered for their own classes. "So what do you think?" Garrick asked, a teasing glint in his eyes. "What?" You asked, shaking your head free from your thoughts. You followed his gaze and you realized- Garrick was close to his class but you were still a good several minutes from yours. You would make your class on time as always but he'd be late. Again. "Are you sure you don't mind risking detention just to walk me to my class?" You asked, a soft smile curling at the corner of your lips.

Garrick smirked at you, not breaking his stride. "It's worth it," he said, his voice unbothered. "Besides I've been late to worse things. A class won't kill me," He added. "And this...is more important than your class?" You asked, raising an eyebrow at him in bemusement. "Always," he quickly responded as if it was the most natural response in the world. "Besides you're stuck with me now whether you like it or not," He grinned. You chuckled and shook your head, knowing there was no arguing with Garrick once he made up his mind. By the time you reached your class Garrick was already glancing at the crowded hallway with slight frustration. "I should get going," He murmured but there was no real urgency behind his words. He was clearly in no rush to leave you, regardless if it meant he'd be late to his own obligations. "Thanks," You said softly. "I don't know what I'd do if I didn't have you walking to my classes everyday," You joked lightly.

“I have no doubt you’d make it on your own but I’m in no hurry to let you,” He teased, giving you a wink. “Have a good class,” He said and with that he turned and started making his way through the crowd towards his own class. You stood there for a moment and watched him leave, your heart swelling a little. Walking you to class was one of those small things that amounted to something much more significant than what it seemed on the surface. It struck you and you realized that Garrick wasn’t doing these little gestures to simply pass the time; he was showing you in the only way he knew how that he cared. As you took your seat, you thought about the anonymous gifts that had been left for you and you wondered. Was Garrick leaving them for you?

You were tucked into a quiet corner of the library, your head hunched over the textbooks in front of you as you tried to get through some of your assignments that had piled up. It was late and the rest of your squad had already said goodnight and left. Garrick sat next to you and his warm presence filled the space. He didn't have anything to study and you told him he could leave with everyone else but he refused, remaining seated beside you. Your back ached with the hunched position you had been in the last few hours and your arms and legs felt stiff from sitting. You really should have taken a break hours ago, probably left with everyone else, but there was so much to do and you didn't want to fall behind. Your eyes crossed as you furiously scribbled down notes and you closed them, stifling a yawn. "I think it's time you stopped for the night," Garrick said, half amused, half serious but you shook your head. "I'll take a break in a few minutes," You said, cursing your voice for sounding weary. "You said that hours ago princess," he murmured. You looked up and noticed the fire had dimmed significantly and all but a few mage lights had gone out; maybe time had gotten away from you more than you wanted to admit. "Just a little longer and I'll leave," You protested weakly, but Garrick wasn't having it. "You won't be able to study efficiently if you're as tired as you are," He said and he had a point. You conceded and started packing up your things, putting your papers, notes, and pens in your book bag and closing your textbooks. You stood up, your body protesting from being in the same position for so long and you stretched.

Garrick stood beside you and without missing a beat grabbed your stack of textbooks before you could even reach for them. "What are you doing?" You asked, wincing as you remembered the weight of them even though deep down you knew the weight barely bothered him. "Helping you," He said, nonchalantly. "But I can carry my own books," You replied. "I know you can but right now you're so tired you can barely stand," he pointed out. He grabbed your book bag from the chair and slung it over his shoulder, his body language effortless, as if carrying your things was nothing to him. Truth be told it wasn't and he did it often. "Just relax," He said, his voice gentle but firm. "You've been going at this for hours, I'll handle it now," He went on. "Let's get you out of there." He placed a hand on the small of your back, guiding you out of the library. Garrick's expression seemed soft, almost...protective, as though he were willing to take on your burdens for you. And that was just it- he wasn't just carrying your things he was carrying your stress. The weight you hadn't even realized you were carrying started to dissipate with every step you took, as though by carrying your things he was telling you it was okay to let go.

"I could've just taken a break," You pointed out, Garrick letting you lean against him slightly as you walked. "You could have," He agreed. "But we both know you wouldn't have. And I'm not going to give you the option of overworking yourself," his smirk returning, but warmer. You stayed quiet and your mind returned to the possibility of Garrick being your secret admirer. Could it be him? You wondered. The way he seemed to always be there when she needed him. The way the gifts had shown up seemed a little too coincidental to when Garrick had been around. You shook your head. Why would he do any of that? It felt a little ridiculous to think Garrick would be the one to be your secret admirer. Anyone could have left the gifts and you were sure Garrick also walked the rest of his friends to class and carried their things every once in a while. But deep down you knew he didn’t. You glanced up at him, catching his eye and he smiled at you like he always did but there was something different about him. Something... vulnerable and tender and you offered him a small smile in return. No, it couldn't be. Still, as Garrick helped you with your things you couldn't shake the feeling that your secret admirer was no longer as anonymous as they used to be.

It was the kind of day that the exhaustion wasn't evident until you flopped down on your bed with a sigh. It had been a long day with classes and flying practices and your body ached from the drills. The sun had started to dip below the horizon, softly illuminating your room. You sat up and started to peel off your flight jacket and daggers, dropping them on your desk. You turned to undo your braid to shower and noticed something peeking out from under your pillow, your breath catching. Was it another gift? You wondered. You walked over and slid the package out realizing from the shape it was a book. You removed the soft cloth that contained the book and almost gasped out loud. It was your favorite novel since you had been a young teenager; you hadn't read it in years since you hadn't been able to bring it with you to Conscription Day. It was leather bound with the letters on the cover brushed with gold.

The leather showed signs of wear and the spine had a few cracks where the book had been opened too many times to count; it wasn't stiff like a new book, but had some give to it. The book was old and out of print now, nearly impossible to find in its original form. You opened the book and ran your fingers down the page; they were soft, the edges worn and slightly frayed from countless fingers flipping them. But this book contained something even more special and rare; marginalia. You thumbed through the pages and noticed notes, comments, and annotations from the author scribbled amongst many of the pages. You didn't even want to think about how someone could have gotten this, much less what it had to have cost. But who would even go through the trouble of getting this for you? And you realized, there was only one person it could have been.

Garrick.

The book was special to you as a kid, a gift from your parents, and you had only ever told Garrick about it. The novel was about a princess and her knight who conquered dangerous quests to prove his love, always bringing her something from his many fascinating travels across the land. You were afraid your friends would tease you for liking such material and although the teasing would have been good-natured, you wanted to keep it to yourself. You had only told Garrick about the book a while back. There was romance and danger and it had made teenage you swoon and daydream about one day having your own knight. You sat there, shocked that you hadn't realized it sooner; or rather believed it sooner. Garrick was your knight. He was the one who had left you the gifts. He was your secret admirer. The pieces were falling into place now. Garrick had been there to see you admire the daylilies and the next morning they were on your doorstep. Garrick heard you wanting the blackberry tartlets and the next day there they were in your gym bag. He always walked you places. Always carried your things. He never did this for anyone else. Now, a rare edition of your favorite book had appeared under your pillow.

These gestures and gifts weren't nothing to him; in his own way, Garrick was letting you know he cared about you and listened to you. In his own way, Garrick was trying to confess that he loved you. Not with big grand gestures but in subtle and deeply meaningful ways. Tears pricked your eyes because that meant more to you than anything. That he knew you wouldn't want him to admit he loved you in a big or public way. You asked your dragon along the bond to find out from Chradh where Garrick was before rushing out the door. You had to confront Garrick even if you were wrong-and you didn't think you were- and you had to tell him how you felt. Chradh and his rider are about to land in the flight field. Your dragon said through your bond. You ran towards the flight field passing the dining hall and academic wing before finally making it to the field just in time to see Garrick and Chradh touch down.

You waited on the edge for Chradh to leave before approaching Garrick. "Is everything okay?" Garrick asked as you walked up to him. "Chradh said you were looking for me." "I'm fine but I need to ask you something," You said, your fingers curling protectively around the weathered spine of the book. Garrick tilted his head and something in his eyes shifted, becoming cautious. "Alright," he simply said. "This... this was under my pillow when I got back from drills," You told him, holding the book up for him to see. Something flickered across his gaze but it was so quick you couldn't even register what it was, and you continued on. "I told you about this book a long time ago. About how much it means to me. How no one else knew." your gaze searched his, watching carefully and your chest became tight but you pressed on. "And now it turns up. After the flowers, the pastries, always walking me to class, carrying my things, everything." Garrick's jaw tightened but he didn't say anything. The silence pressed around you two, thick and heavy with all the words being left unsaid. "You've been the one leaving me the gifts," You said, not as a question but a statement because you knew, but you wanted him to say it. "Haven't you?" You asked him. For a long beat, Garrick stood silently looking at you, something unreadable flickering in his expression. You began to grow uneasy. What if you had been wrong? Finally, Garrick let out a faint sigh and nodded. “Yeah I have,” he stated. The breath you had been holding in your lungs escaped and you stepped closer to him. “Why didn’t you just tell me?” You asked. He smiled a soft lopsided smile at you.

“Because you deserve a knight,” He responded, echoing your words from so long ago.

“You deserve someone who brings you things from his travels. You deserve someone who proves how much he loves you without ever having to say anything. You deserve everything you want Y/n,” He said. “I just wasn’t sure you’d want me to be him,” he confessed, sadness tinging his words. “Garrick…” You said, your heart thudding painfully in your chest. “I thought maybe if I could show you instead of telling you outright that you’d figure it out. Or even if you didn’t you’d at least smile a little more. I would’ve been fine with that much honestly,” He went on, anxiously running a hand through his hair and looking away for a split second. “But then every time I noticed you smiling and happy after I left something for you, it felt like I could breathe easier. Like maybe I actually had a shot,” He smiled. You closed the remaining distance between the two of you and looked up at him. “Garrick you always had a shot,” You whispered. “You just didn’t know it yet.” His hazel eyes, those stupidly beautiful hazel eyes, bore into you. “Do you mean that?” he whispered back and you nodded. “I do. You’ve always been my knight haven’t you? Always watching out for me, always there,” You smiled. “I’m not really the best at this kind of thing,” His voice was low and earnest. “But I love you with everything I have. That much I’m sure of. And I’ll spend the rest of my life proving that you,” he promised.

The setting sun caught his eyes, making the hazel irises look like molten honey and it made you weak; you could stare at his eyes forever. “Then you’re already doing everything right,” you smiled and it was big and bright and all you. That was all he needed to hear and he bent down slowly, giving you every chance to pull away but you didn’t. His lips met yours, moving slowly; it wasn’t a kiss filled with urgency or heat but a confession in itself. It was quiet and complete, brimming with everything he couldn’t put into words. You leaned into the kiss without hesitation, holding your knight as if you’d never let go. Garrick finally pulled back and smiled down at you, familiar and lopsided and you gazed at his face; it was perfect, even the scar running down one side. “I’ve wanted to do that since the first moment I saw in the Archives scowling at your reading list,” he said with a husky chuckle. “You mean the time when I dropped all my books and cursed the professor under my breath for assigning so many?” You laughed. “That’s the one,” he grinned. “I knew I was done for. Took me weeks just to speak to you the first time in math,” He grinned.

You tilted your head. “You mean all those dumb questions about the equations were just your excuse to talk to me?” You teased. “They weren’t dumb! I stand by not knowing what the hell was going on in that class,” he laughed. “You had a better grade than me!” You said, shaking your head with a smile. “Yeah but only because I started studying after you helped me. I had to impress you somehow,” He flashed a grin. “Then you’ve just been trying to impress me this whole time?” You asked softly, looking up at the man who stole your heart. “Because you never needed to,” You whispered, wrapping your arms around his waist, still clutching the precious book. “I’d still do it all over again for you,” He said, leaning down and kissing you again. This time, you held your knight and didn’t let go.

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Winter Sun - Masons POV

Note - I miss my winter sun babies so much 🥺 like they’re just perfect for each other and this is the perfect warm up for me to get into summer rain 🤭 hope you all enjoy this lil look into masons messed up mind 🤭 feedback is appreciate as always 🩷

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 10.4k

Warnings - series will contain fluff, smut & angst

Masterlist

How Mason found himself outside of Ben's bathroom door in the state he was in he’d never know.

It had been a weird evening by all accounts, back in London for a night out for his birthday with his favourite people and he knew he was done for as soon as he’d seen you. You’d always been pretty to Mason, but almost untouchable in his eyes even though no one had told him you were. He figured the best friend of his best friend's girl crossed some sort of line and he always made sure he never went there.

Tonight was different though. You’d shown up to Ben's house dressed to the nines and he felt his resolve crumble as the night went on. His protectiveness for you coming out in full force as he watched random men try and put their hands all over you and he couldn’t help himself from stepping in to save you.

If anyone would be touching you tonight, it would be him.

That was the beginning of the end for Mason. Not wanting to take his hands off of you all night and even when you’d all returned back to Bens there was something inside of him that made him not want to take his eyes off of you either. The alcohol swimming through his veins only fueled the fire and before he knew it he had you in the palm of hand on the bottom of Ben's stairs. Your perfect pouty lips just centimetres from his but he knew he didn’t want to kiss you there when someone could quite easily see you both.

So here he was, stood outside the bathroom he knew you were in with his hand poised to knock. He knew exactly what would happen if you answered, what he wanted to happen, but he couldn’t resist you in that bloody dress anymore and he needed you to satisfy more than his sweet tooth.

'Hello? Who's in here?' Mason called, knowing exactly who was in there but he thought he’d check just in case. Your voice making his tummy churn as he heard you walk towards the door.

'It's me'

'Hi me' he chuckled, his breath almost catching in his throat as you finally revealed yourself and he didn’t miss the way his heart thumped in his chest.

'Hello you' you laughed as you opened the door and he felt all the blood in his body rush south. He kept his cool though and followed you inside, clicking the door shut and meeting you by the sink. 'Missing me already?'

‘Maybe. Missed looking at you in this dress at least' Mason sighed. Placing his hands on your hips as the urge to touch you in some way was overwhelming and as you caught eyes in the mirror he could tell you were trying your hardest to act like his touches weren’t driving you crazy. The realisation only spurring Mason on ever further to try and make you crumble.

'Oh yeah?' You giggled, the sound making his chest tighten.

'Mmhmm' he teased, squeezing your hips unconsciously as he was losing his resolve second by second. 'I mean you always look good but I like this one a lot'

‘I'll make sure to wear it more often then' you told him quietly but Mason was done listening. Wanting to attach his lips to you at any point he could so he gathered your hair to the side to reveal the soft skin of your neck.

Mason could tell you were watching him in the mirror, peppering kisses up and down your soft skin and he knew the effect he was having on you. Unfortunately he realised too late the effect you were having on him and when you sent him a cheeky smirk in the mirror he know he was done for

‘Easy there, big boy’ you laughed, but Mason just buried his face in your neck before the need to see your face took over and he flipped you round to see your shocked face and wild eyes looking into his.

‘I’ll show you big boy’ he whispered but he didn’t even realise what he was saying fully as all Mason could focus on was how close your lips were to his as he imagined what you tasted like.

He wasn’t wondering for long though, the pair of you leaning into the other so you could finally seal the deal and one touch of your lips would be the end of everything for Mason.

Mason had lost you somewhere just before boarding the plane and after spending some time looking for you he was just praying you were already in your seat when he got there. Wondering if you’d had second thoughts and had fled but as thankfully he saw you sat in your seat as soon as he turned the corner and his heart finally settled in his chest.

‘You sure you’re fine sitting next to me? I bet Woody is missing you’ he heard you mumble just after he’d popped his bag away and sat down but that was the last thing he wanted.

‘No, don’t be silly, I made sure I was next to you. I know if I was next to him or one of the others I’d wake up to a mouth full of peanuts or something’ he joked, trying to ease the nerves and tension a little bit and he felt triumphant at the small smile on your lips.

‘Well I’ll try and keep my nuts to myself’ you joked, the line so unexpected from you that he couldn't help but laugh out loud but clearly it wasn’t enough to put you off the scent that everything was fine with him. ‘You sure you’re okay?’

He couldn’t stop playing with his fingers, a nervous tell of his and he knew you’d picked up on it straight away so he’d have to be honest with you. ‘I’m not the best flyer. I might not be the best company unless you can think of a way to distract me’ he confessed and your shy smile made him melt.

‘Well that’s perfect cause I’m not the best either’ you laughed, and his heart squeezed. If you were nervous then he was ready to put aside any fears you had in order to make you more comfortable as the only reason you were sat next to him was because of his own doing.

‘We can distract each other then’ he offered and you nodded back sweetly. Your soft eyes making him fuzzy and he couldn’t decipher if his nerves were from you or the fact he was about to be chucked up into the air.

As soon as Mason was pushing himself inside of you, he knew things wouldn’t be lasting much longer. He was so turned on from everything that you’d been up to tonight and watching you please yourself that he was closer to the finish line than he realised.

How you could ever think you weren’t sexy enough or that Mason wouldn’t like what he saw was beyond him. From the moles and freckles that were scattered across your already tanned skin, to the curves of your waist and hips, there was nothing about you he didn’t like and as you wrapped your arms around him whilst his hips drove into you, he couldn't hold back anymore.

'Shit shit shit' he spat, trying to think of anything other than how good you felt wrapped around him so he could maybe hold off what was about to happen, but he knew it was too late. Pulling himself out so he didn’t finish inside of you so quickly but with it all happening so fast he simply spilled himself onto your tummy.

There was no other word for what he was feeling other than embarrassment. His skin felt hot and sticky and there was no way he could look at you right now, but the sound of your gentle voice was pulling him round.

‘Mase?’ You asked quietly. You thumbs ever so gently stroking his skin in an attempt to comfort him and when he finally looked your way he felt his heart race. There wasn’t an ounce of judgment in your expression, just concern for you as as your eyes flickered over his features

‘Fuck I'm so sorry I couldn't hold it' he laughed. Trying his best to deflect and move on but just like always you were smiling at him softly and making him feel like it wasn’t a big deal.

'Mase it's fine-'

'No it's not, Jesus Christ' he interrupted, his hand scratching the back of his neck. "You can tell it's been a while huh' he laughed awkwardly, grabbing his shirt so he could clean you up a bit and he knew he was rambling now to deflect even more. 'There you were worrying I wouldn't like what I saw, you're too attractive clearly. My dick can't take it’

'What about last time' you laughed, referring to your little escapade on Ben's sink but little did you know you’d almost ended up with the same fate there. He’d just been saved by the amount of alcohol that was running through him.

'I had whisky dick last time. Normally I can't even get it up when l've had that much to drink so the fact I fucked you is actually pretty impressive I'll have you know' he laughed shyly before slipping down next to you. The fact you hadn't gotten up and walked out was enough for him to think maybe he hadn’t fucked all of it up and all he could think about was making up to you as quickly as he could. 'Look just lay back so I can finish you off, yeah?'

'You don't have to'

‘Well I do. Won't leave any of my customers unsatisfied with my service' he winked, a strange look in your eyes at his choice of words but it was gone as quickly as it came and when you began to laugh he felt a bit better.

'Mase that's gross' you told him he was done talking. Leaning forward so he could press his lips to yours whilst hooking his leg around yours to keep them apart before plunging his fingers into you with no prior warning.

Even though he’d gone in pretty aggressively by his standards he didn’t want it to end that way. His favourite thing was watching your face as he pleasured you so he slowed it all down straight away and watched the way your body shuddered in delight. 'Mase, p-please’ you stuttered, grinding your hips down onto his hand and he couldn’t help but smile as he watched you in complete bliss.

'What is it, muffin?'

'Faster please'

'Oh I don't think so' he whispered, leaning down so he could place a kiss on your lips. ‘Remember last time? I said I wanted to take my time with you but we couldn't. So I'm gonna take my time with you now okay?'

'Okay' you nodded, agreeing with him instantly and he was so in his feels for you in that moment he was ready to kick things up a notch.

The fact you were sat on one half of a double sun lounger made Mason happier than it should have. Were you saving the other half for him? Or were you just sitting there because it was next to Carly? No matter the reason he knew he was claiming the spot next to you so he made his way over quickly in hopes you were wearing a ridiculous small bikini but he was left disappointed when you didn’t even so much as look at him as he made his way over.

You knew you were meant to be keeping things on the down low but this was completely the other way. Wondering if you were just engrossed in your book and you hadn't seen him coming over so he figured he’d say hello and see how you reacted.

‘Morning all’ he chirped, his eyes only on you and he felt his tummy sink as you sent him a quick smile before going back to your book.

Not wanting to cause a scene he flopped down next to you. His hand on your thigh so he could get your attention but the reaction he received was definitely not the one he was hoping for.

‘What are you doing?’ You whispered, you tone short and sharp and he could tell you weren’t in the mood for his antics at all.

‘What?’

‘Don’t, people might see’ you told him, moving your leg so his hand dropped onto the cushion with a thud and he felt his heart fall along with it.

‘What’s wrong?’ He gulped, wanting to get to the root of the problem straight away as he’d never seen you like this before and the little frown on your face was killing him.

‘Nothing, I’m fine’

‘Did you sleep okay?’

‘I said I’m fine’

‘Y/n, I grew up in a house full of women. I know fine doesn’t mean fine’ he tried. Hoping a little humour would ease the situation but it was no hope. Your face set in a scowl and he knew nothing he could say would make a difference right now.

‘I just wanna read my book’ you told him lowly and he knew to leave you to it then. His last comment may have been a bit of a joke but under the surface it was true, growing up with women in the house had taught him a few things and he knew better than to stay and badger you so with a quick nod he stood up and made his way to the pool in hopes a few laps would take his mind off of everything.

What did I do? He thought to himself as he swam a few laps. The only thing he could think of was he made a stupid throw away comment last night when he was nervous and was feeling stupid after everything that had happened anyway, but you’d seemed fine in the blink of an eye so he just didn’t know. Eventually coming to a halt and the opposite end of the pool from you so he could perch up and look out to the town below.

It wasn’t long after that he could hear someone walking towards him and he knew straight away it was you. Watching you sit yourself down carefully so you could dangle your legs in the water but he kept his eyes away from you until he knew for certain you were looking at him.

He could see in your eyes instantly you were still upset but when you reached for him he felt his heartbeat quicken. Your fingers finding their way into his hair as you pulled him in between your legs and he wrapped his arms around your thighs carefully. The feel of your skin on his settling him more than he realised and when he peered up at you his heart leapt at the soft smile on your lips.

‘Sorry Mase. I didn’t mean to be moody’ you told him quietly and he was smiling instantly.

‘S’okay. Are you alright?’ He asked. Wanting to let you know straight away it was fine and not to worry about anything and even though he wanted to push so he could find the root of the issue, he didn’t want to set you off again. There would be loads of time to talk things through properly so he kept it in his mind but knew he wouldn’t push you anymore for an answer.

‘I’m fine, I promise’ you reassured him, your fingers scratching over the back of his head lightly and making his skin tingle but he kept his cool as your eyes were still on him. ‘Maybe I should have stayed in bed a bit longer, huh? I’ll be fine after a nap’

‘You’ve only just woken up’ he laughed and the smile you sent him back felt like it lit him up from the inside.

‘Hey, naps can be taken anytime of the day’

‘Very true’ he giggled, squeezing your thighs gently as he couldn’t help himself. ‘Let me know when you’re taking one, I’ll join you’ he told you but he couldn’t say much more. The feel of your fingers on his back making his mind a little fuzzy but as he looked up to you again he could see you looked a bit concerned.

‘Have you put sunscreen on?’ You asked him but he shook his head. The truth was he was so excited to come out and see you he’d just chucked his shorts on and ran without thinking of anything else but now you mentioned it his skin did feel a little hot. ‘Come on, I’ve got some let me help you’

‘You don’t wanna come for a swim?’ He asked. Hoping he could get you in the pool and hold you for a bit but he noticed the fear in your eyes as you shook your head.

‘No thanks, water’s not really my thing. You should be thankful I’m even sat here’ you laughed but he knew there was more to it than simply that. He left it though, not wanting to make things awkward again, simply leaving a quick kiss on your thigh before he swam back slightly to let you up.

Mason had seen the little pop of orange poking out from the neckline of your shirt while he was munching on your breakfast but he wasn’t prepared for what he was about to see when you got fully undressed down to your swimwear on the boat.

All he could think about was the comment you’d made to him a few nights prior, that he may not like what he saw once you had your clothes off but looking at you right now he was pretty certain he would only ever like looking at you for the rest of his life. Your body was perfect to him, he’d always admired your figure with your clothes on but seeing you with nothing on was all he could think about.

He’d noticed you waited until everyone had gone before you’d got undressed properly and as soon as you had he couldn’t stop his mouth running away with him.

‘I’m sorry, what the hell are you wearing?’ Mason asked quietly when it was finally just the two of you and he noticed your face drop straight away. It wasn’t his intention to upset you or make you feel self conscious and he felt his tummy drop along with yours as he realised you might have taken his joke seriously. Wrapping your arms around yourself defensively and he cursed himself at the way his words had affected you.

‘What do you mean?’ You asked quietly, keeping your eyes down but when Mason took a hold of your wrists so he could uncross your arms you finally looked him in the eye.

‘You don’t make this easy for me Muffin, you know that right? How am I meant to act like I don’t wanna fuck your brains out every time I look at you when you’re gonna be walking around like this all day’ he told you with a smile and the last minute of awkwardness was worth it just to see you finally cotton onto the fact he he liked what you were wearing too much rather than too little. ‘I mean what even is this?’ He laughed, fingers gripping the material that hung on your hips and he had to stop himself ripping it off of your frame and taking you right then and there.

‘It’s a sarong’ you whispered, shivering as his hands began to wonder as he pleased and made their way up the split in the thigh so he could hold your soft skin. ‘I didn’t wanna walk around in just a bikini all day so it's just a bit of a cover up, that’s all’

‘Well it's making me lose my mind’ he told you quietly, pulling you closer to his body so he could hide his face in your neck. ‘You’re so sexy and you don't even try’

‘You can talk’ you laughed, and Mason could feel his cheeks begin to burn as this was probably the first time you’d admitted out loud you found him attractive. ‘You think its easy for me watching you walk around with just those little shorts on?’ You laughed, and Mason laughed into your neck as he shook his head slightly. Too shy to look at you in the moment. ‘Let’s just try and keep it in our pants, yeah?’

‘I’ll try’ he huffed, pulling back to look at you and he knew your smile grew because you’d noticed his pink cheeks and he was racking his brain to try and change the subject a little bit. ‘Will you help me with my sun cream?’

‘Of course’ you whispered. ‘Go save us a spot and I’ll be over in a second’ you told him, and with that he walked away trying to think of any excuse he could use to get you alone later.

It was all that was on his mind as he was trying to enjoy himself. Thoughts of the feel and taste of you overwhelming him as he tried to act natural and when the idea of you pretending you were sick struck him he was quick to tell you about his ideas. You seemed a little unsure but like always Mason managed to talk you around it was only half an hour later when he shard your musical voice quietly full his ears.

‘I think it's just a little bit of sea sickness, I’m sure it’ll pass’ he heard, knowing this was his in and he was over in a flash whilst trying to suppress a smile.

‘Have you had enough to drink?

‘I’m not sure’

‘You look pale as anything’ he told you, placing a hand on your forehead and making a concerned face. You felt fine and he knew you would but he was ready to ramp it up and try to get you alone. ‘Maybe I should take you inside for a bit, grab you some water and we can stay out of the sun until you start feeling better’

‘Yeah okay, I think that’s for the best’ you told him and he could tell you were trying not to smile as he helped you up and walked you over to the opening that led to the inside of the boat.

‘You two gonna be alright?’ Mason heard Dec call from across the boat and he wasn’t ready for someone to question him. His mind racing as he thought about what to say but but his mind was full of you and he wasn’t even paying attention to the words coming out of his mouth anymore.

‘Yeah, she’ll be fine. I could do with getting out the sun for a bit anyway’ he told him, walking further out of sight. ‘You guys carry on and we’ll be back when she’s alright’

As soon as you were out of sight around the side of the boat he saw you erupt into giggles. Clearly quite pleased with yourself that you’d managed to fool everyone but all he could think about was the little flash of your bum he could see as he walked behind you.

‘I can’t believe they fell for that’ you laughed quietly as you opened the door and the excitement of getting you alone got too much for Mason as he reached out to tap your bum gently.

‘Come on Kate Winslet, i’ll sort your Oscar out later’ he teased but as you made it downstairs he noticed your face drop as you looked around.

‘We can’t just do it out here. What if someone comes down to check on us? They’ll see everything’ you asked but Mason was already two steps ahead as he looked towards the bathroom in the corner. ‘You can’t be serious’ he heard you laugh from behind him as he walked over but he was more than serious and was willing to have you wherever he could.

‘This is our only option, come on it’s fine’ he laughed, opening the door and ushering you in and taking a seat on the loo so you’d hopefully get what he wanted. ‘I know it’s not the height of luxury but I’m desperate’

‘I suppose it’s something I can tick off my bucket list’ you smiled and he thanked his lucky stars you were playing along with it. Watching closely as you started to take your bikini bottoms off, but it must have been written all over Mason's face that he wanted you to keep the rest on as you stopped there and waited for him to make the next move.

Not wanting to waste any time he quickly pulled his shorts down his thighs to free himself and he noticed the way your eyes flew down to look there immediately. Your bottom lip trapped between your teeth as he smirked back at you and he couldn’t wait any longer to have you.

‘Come on babe, you know what to do’ he teased, but little did Mason know you knew what he needed more than he did. A devilish look on your face as you licked your lips subconsciously and as he watched you drop to your knees in front of him he felt his heart beat wildly.

Please don’t sit here Mason mumbled to himself as he looked up and saw movement at the back door. He’d saved this seat especially for you but as Dec made his way over he was hoping he’d pick somewhere else to sit so he didn’t have to have another uncomfortable conversation with him.

Maybe the pair of you has pushed it a little too far today but he just couldn’t stop himself at the moment. It was like his whole existence was just to make you smile and when that blush crept over your cheeks… he knew it was over for him.

Watching your face fall as Dec teased the pair of you for being too close at dinner had made Masons tummy twist uncomfortably, even more so when you pushed your shared dessert towards so he could finish it on his own but the final nail in the coffin was watching you walk home with Carly and Ben when you should have been right next to him. Yes he had a great view of you bum this way in that little dress that had been swirling around in his mind all evening as he wondered how he’d be taking it off of you later, but that wasn’t the point. Dec had quite clearly upset you and scared you off so once you were all back at the villa he was determined to have a word with him about it.

‘Oi, in here’ Mason called quietly as soon as they were through the main door and he nodded aggressively as Dec pointed to himself. Walking them both into one of the back rooms and shutting the door quietly so he could talk to him privately. ‘You need to lay off it mate, I think you’ve really upset her’

‘But you gotta understand how it looks from my perspective’ Dec smiled and Mason wanted nothing more than to wipe it straight off his face.

‘I don’t give a shit about your fucking perspective, you’ve upset her and I won’t have it’ he snapped and Dec’s smile vanished instantly as he gulped down an awkward lump. ‘Look we made a pact, she was a bit unsure about coming away, what with it being all couples but I promised her we’d stick together and the last thing I want is her feeling uncomfortable about it’ Mason explained, trying to reference the first night the pair of you had here where he told you that you were his for the week and he’d take care of you but he knew he was stretching the truth a bit.

‘Shit’ Dec huffed. His smile vanishing as he scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. ‘Well now feel like a bit of a prick’

‘A bit? Mate, it took me a lot to convince her to come with everyone and I really don’t need you being like this. She’s meant to be relaxing and I can tell she feels like she’s got to watch her every move’

‘Alright, let me apologise’ Dec told you but Mason knew there was more coming from the way he was still looking at him. ‘You know mate, if something was going on, that’s alright too’

‘I know… but we’re just friends’ Mason gulped. Not even really sure why he was sticking to this story or if he even believed it and Mason knew Dec wasn’t convinced but still sent him a small nod.

‘Whatever you say man’ he smiled before patting him on the chest gently and leaving the room to hopefully find you.

Mason didn’t see you as he walked through the house. Grabbing a bottle from the fridge to take outside with him and as everyone joined he noticed just you and Dec were missing.

He could tell you looked lighter as you and Dec emerged from the kitchen a short while after. Clearly whatever he’d said to you had worked as you looked a lot happier but he just hoped it was enough so that you’d come over and sit with him. It hadn't been long but he missed your touch and since he was feeling so protective of you right now, all he wanted was to wrap an arm around you and be your reason to smile again.

There was only a second's hesitation, but his heart thumped as you headed his way and took up the seat next to him. Popping a fresh bottle of his drink next to the old one and just as he’d wanted to, he wrapped his arm around the back of you so he could keep you close before propping a soft kiss to your temple.

‘Thanks muffin’

‘Just doing my job’ you laughed but he shook his head playfully in response. He couldn’t care less if you never lifted a finger for him again, he was just happy to be next to you for now.

‘Chilly I swear to god, put me down’ Mason heard you shriek from outside. He was inside getting the pair of you a drink each when he heard your voice and he knew something was wrong immediately. Your tone was full of fear as Ben lifted you up and began to swing you from side to side but Mason could see how petrified you were as you thrashed and kicked your legs about and it was like he was picturing what was about to happen.

The words waters not really my thing were echoing around in Mason's head as he began to run outside. Hoping he could get to Ben and stop him before the inevitable happened but as everyone started to cheer he knew he was too late, watching on as you were flung into the air before you hit the water and disappeared underneath.

Mason didn’t think, the only thing on his mind was keeping you safe and getting you out of there so he was in there straight after you. Reaching for you as soon as he could see you and pulling you to the surface by your waist, but he knew you were frightened from the way you were flailing about before you attached yourself to him fully.

The water wasn’t that deep, just past his chest so you would have been fine to stand but that wasn’t the point. It may as well have been a never ending pit to you as your legs wrapped around his body and he was trying his best to hold you up as high as he could and keep the water away from your face as you gasped for air.

‘It’s okay, you’re safe now. I’ve got you, yeah? I promise it’s alright’ he tried to reassure you. His hand soothingly rubbing up and down your back to try and calm you but he knew all you wanted was out so he began to take slow and careful steps to make his way out with you.

‘Mase’ you whimpered, booming coughs erupting from you as you clung to him even tighter and his heart ached for you. You were absolutely terrified and he could feel his anger boiling inside at Ben for putting you in this position but he put it to the side momentarily so he could focus on you and make sure that you were fine.

‘I know, Muffin. I promise I’ve got you’ he told you gently as he slowly walked you to the steps of the pool, trying his hardest to hold onto you and not let you fall in any way and as soon as you were at the top he gently let you down.

As soon as he started to pull back he knew it was a mistake. You were obviously embarrassed and not ready to show your face but when you started to cry he was ready to bundle you back into his arms and run you inside away from everyone. His heart breaking for you as he thought of anything he could do to make it better for you but before he could even try, Ben's voice hit him like a truck and he felt himself stiffen.

‘Y/n I-‘ Ben started from behind you but Mason was quick to cut him off. Instinctively holding you tighter like he was trying to protect you from him going near you again.

‘Don’t, Ben. Just don’t’

‘I didn’t-‘

‘Ben I swear to god if you don’t fuck off right now’ Mason growled, pulling you into him even tighter. ‘I mean what the fuck were you thinking?’ He roared, but the feel of you moving in his arms made him look down at you quickly and his heart shattered at your wobbly lip. Not caring about Ben or telling him off any more, he just wanted to make sure you were fine and from your face he could tell you weren’t.

‘Can we just go inside’ you whispered through your tears and that was all it took for him to lead you inside without a glance at anyone else.

He wasn't sure where to take you, but now you weren’t nestled into his neck he wanted to make sure you were fine as soon as possible so he didn’t take you far. Steering you into the kitchen in hopes no one would follow and when you made it to the island in the middle he reached down and picked you up by your thighs so he could sit you down and look at your face.

Mason didn’t understand how you could still look so beautiful even when you’re all wet and upset. Your big eyes full of tears were pulling at his heartstrings and as he was brushing the wet strands of hair away from your face his heart stuttered as your chin wobbled. Desperately trying to hold back your tears but he just wanted to let you know you were safe now.

‘Are you okay?’ He whispered, holding you by the jaw so he could get a good look at you and even though you were still crying and taking in strangled breaths you nodded your head. ‘What happened?’

‘H-he threw me I-in. I p-panicked’ you stuttered. The dull ache in Mason's chest only intensifying seeing you so worked up and upset so he pulled you into his arms and held you close. Knowing if he wasn’t holding you he was likely to head back outside and give Ben a piece of his mind again.

Once you’d calmed down he let you pull back. Dropping a quick kiss to your forehead instinctively and it was worth it to see how much you visibly relaxed at his touch. The fear in your eyes that was only there moments ago washed away with one touch of his lips and he revelled in the idea of being your comfort in this moment.

‘You really don’t like the water do you?’ He asked softly, a small smile on his lips and you shook your head softly as you rubbed at your eyes. ‘Can you swim?’ He questioned gently and you took a nervous gulp before answering.

‘No’ you whispered, and Mason knew it had taken a lot to admit that you. He had presumed as much from your conversation by the pool the other day but watching you flail about like you just had done had proved it to him. The last thinking he wanted was to make you feel bad about it though and he hoped a little teasing would make you feel better.

‘Y/n’ he sighed, praying you could hear the smile behind his voice. ‘You need to tell me things like that. How am I supposed to look after you if I don’t know’

‘Sorry’ you chuckled but he just shook his head before pulling you back into his embrace, smiling at the way you had relaxed.

‘It’s alright. Just as long as you’re okay’ he mumbled, pulling back to look at you and as you smiled up at him there was only one thing on his mind.

‘I’ll be fine’

‘Good’ he laughed before dropping his head to press a light kiss to your lips.

He felt you freeze for a beat, only realising what he was doing as he pulled away but the smile on your lips as he pulled back was worth it. He’d quite happily break every rule in the book for you and as you peered up at him he knew he wanted to get you out of here and away from everyone today.

‘Do you fancy going out for a bit? We can head to the beach rather than hanging here, I just know if I see Ben I’m likely to throttle him’ he joked, squeezing your waist lightly and you almost looked relieved at the suggestion which he was glad about. There was so way he’d be able to keep away from you now and he’d rather not have everyone watching you both and he tried his hardest to act casual with you.

Waking up alone was something Mason had done all week but this morning it felt alien to him. He was expecting you to be there but as he looked around he found his bed empty and cold and he felt his mood plummet.

You’d probably just gone back to your room to get changed and ready for the day but he was feeling cuddly and had wanted to hold you that morning, amongst other things, but mostly he’d wanted to finally tell you how he felt.

He’d been up for a little while after you’d fallen asleep in his arms for the second time that night, just watching you for a bit as he admired all of your features that he’d taken for granted before this week. He thought you were pretty before this week but getting to know you in all the ways that he had over the last seven days had made him see you in a new light and he knew he couldn't go back to being just normal with you.

If you were willing to try with him, then he was willing to give you everything.

A quick check of your room let him know you weren’t there either and he pouted in confusion. Wondering if maybe you’d gone upstairs to start breakfast but again the kitchen was empty. It was then he heard your voice from outside and with a quick look out the window his heart dropped.

He wasn’t sure why it stung so much, watching you in the water with Chilly and Woody as they were clearly teaching you how to swim, but to Mason it felt like a huge deal. All you’d done all week is tell him how you’d never get in the water with him but there you were, happily splashing about with his best friends and after the night you’d just shared and it was sending him into a spiral.

Clearly you didn’t want what he wanted and he was in too deep now. Every single rule broken and for what? For him to be feeling everything for you whilst you didn’t seem to care and as he continued to watch you the more bitter he became.

‘What’s going on out here?’ He asked as he stepped outside but it wasn’t you who answered him.

‘Swimming lesson’ Ben told him, looking up at him nervously and Mason couldn’t understand why until he realised they hadn’t spoken since yesterday and he knew he’d have to have it out with him today.

Mason didn’t answer, just nodded his head once before walking back inside and grabbing a snack to take back to his room. He had a pretty good view of the pool from there so he could watch you for a bit but he moved away in the end, catching up with some messages as he didn’t want to think about what was going on out there.

He was jealous, and he knew it, but he shoved all those thoughts and feelings down as deep as he possibly could as he wasn’t in the right headspace to think about it right now.

He gave it a little while, hearing your door open and close just opposite and he figured you must be changing so used that as his que to go outside. He knew he was still in a mood though so sat at the table on the other side of the pool.

You’d come over to him, asking if he was okay and wanted anything to eat or drink but he’d given you one word answers until you’d walked away and if anything he felt even worse than before. Seeing Ben talk to you out the corner of his eye before he too made his way over and Mason stiffened immediately.

‘Hey mate, you alright?’ Ben asked but Mason kept his eyes facing forward.

‘I’m fine’

‘Listen, I think we should talk. You know, about yesterday?’ Ben huffed and as much as Mason hated confrontation he knew this was a talk they needed to have.

‘Yeah alright. Let’s go for a walk or something’ Mason suggested before he stood up and lead him over to the edge of the grass, away from everyone else, so they could look out to sea.

‘Listen I’m sorry for having a go yesterday’ Mason started after a beat of silence. ‘I just know she’s fucking terrified of the water, well was anyway, and I just panicked. You didn’t know and I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that’

‘Yeah well I shouldn’t have done it in the first place, I just thought it was a laugh but yeah looking back it was pretty dumb’ Ben mumbled and Mason could hear how upset he still was with himself. ‘Is everything alright? You seem annoyed this morning and y/n said you were fine last night’

‘Yeah mate, I’m fine. Just woke up on the wrong side of the bed I think’ he chuckled. ‘I’ll be good after a sleep’ he shrugged. Trying to use your excuse from earlier in the week and thankfully it worked.

‘So we’re alright then yeah?’

‘Course bro, we’re fine’ Mason told him, finally sending Ben and smile as he bumped his shoulder with his. ‘I think it’s just been a long week and I kinda don’t wanna go home but I also kinda do’

‘I feel you, I miss my bed but I'm gonna miss the sun too’ Ben nodded before a devious smile spread over his face. ‘How’s things with Kenny? Maybe you can meet up with her when you’re back, give you something to look forward to’

‘Oh yeah, yeah maybe I will’ mason lied smoothly. The sound of her name just hitting it home for him that he didn’t feel an ounce of what he felt for you for her and the realisation made him miserable. You were the only thing he wanted and the fact he couldn’t have you like he wanted was beginning to drive him insane.

‘She was asking about you last time I spoke to her, I think you’ve made a good impression’

“Don’t I always?” Mason chuckled, but he couldn’t bring himself to talk about Kenny anymore. The mere sound of her name made him realise how insignificant his feelings for her were compared to you and everything was making him miserable.

‘You fancy a game of pool volleyball soon? now y/n’s alright in the water she can join in’ Ben smiled, thankfully changing the subject but he wasn’t sure he liked this one any better.

‘Yeah I’ll see’ Mason shrugged. ‘How did you get her to do it so quickly?’

‘Cause I’m a master of the water, mate. That’s why she chose me for lessons and not you’ Ben teased and even though it was a joke it still hit Mason where it hurt. Mason wanted to be the one you chose for everything and the fact you’d left him this morning to come out here was still on his mind when he knew it shouldn’t be.

He wasn't sure why he did it, but when he and Ben made it back he went and sat in the chair he was occupying before. Not having the confidence to go and see you just yet as he knew he’d been a bit awful to you before, but when he saw you flee inside from the corner of his eye he was up and following you inside. He knew it was him that had run you off but the sound of your door slamming as he reached the top of the stairs made him stop in his tracks.

You clearly wanted to be alone for a bit and rather than upset you more, he gave you the time you wanted and went to wait for you outside.

You weren’t as long as he figured you might be, but his heart shattered when you appeared by the door again. It might not be obvious to everyone else, but he could tell from a mile off you’d been crying but the fact you’d also put a shirt on made him feel worse. Knowing you’d only done that as you were feeling self conscious as you were so upset and he hated that he was the cause.

It was a hard watch for Mason, seeing the internal battle going on in your mind as to whether you were going to come and join him in your spot but he felt relief flood him as you slowly made your way over. Plopping yourself in your usual spot next to him but you were sat too far away for his liking and he knew you needed some encouragement.

He was nervous himself as he reached for you. Scared that you’d brush him off or pull away since you’d not even looked at him since coming over but to his surprise you looked over at him instantly. Eyes sad and lips turned down in a way he never wanted to see again and he knew his voice would fail him so with a quick tap to his chest to invite you to lay with him, you were shuffling over and resting your head on his chest.

The words I’m sorry were on the tip of his tongue but he couldn’t verbalise them. Instead he opened for holding you as tightly as could in hopes you’d understand how he felt and he basked in the way you were holding him back just as tightly.

It was from that moment Mason told himself he wouldn’t leave your side today. It was the last day he’d be able to hold you like this, the last day he’d be able to hold you at all and he’d be damned if he didn’t make the most of it no matter how miserable he was feeling.

Mason was looking for any way out of this conversation but there wasn’t one. Sure, he loved talking to fans and it helped when they were easy on the eye but none of that mattered to him right now. His mind not able to focus very well as he couldn’t see you and now that the boys had vanished too he didn’t see the need to stick around. He was only talking to them to throw them off the scent as all they did was ask about the pair of you and he was trying to protect you.

That’s what he told himself anyway, but deep down he also knew he couldn’t control himself around you when you were dressed like you were. Just one look at you made his mouth water

Just like always, Dec seemed to be coming to his rescue but Mason didn’t like the look on his face. A mix of guilt and worry that made Mason stand up and raise his brows as if to invite Dec to speak but he’d badly got his words out and Mason was trying to find you.

‘I don’t think y/n’s-‘

‘What’s wrong? Where is she?’

‘Mate calm down, she’s just had a bit too much to drink and needs to sit down for a bit but I’m sure she’s fine’

‘I told you to bloody keep an eye on her. Can you get her some water and I’ll grab her’ he huffed, marching towards the dance floor and he spotted you straight away. Arms in the air as you fought to stay up straight and the only thing in his mind was getting you out from the sea of people and back safe with him.

As soon as he was close it looked like you were about to walk off but he stopped you by putting his hands on your waist and pulling you back to his body. ‘You alright?’ He questioned in your ear, feeling dumb for even asking as you quite clearly weren’t but his heart soared as you instinctively relaxed back into him.

'What do you care?’ he heard you mumble as you tried to pull away but he just held you tighter and tried to gulp down the uncomfortable feeling that was now rising up his throat. What a question to ask, he cared more than you’d ever know but he kept his mouth shut and began to pull you away from everyone else.

'Let's go sit down okay?' He told you quietly and tried not look at you for too long as he pulled you through the crowd and back to safely.

As soon as the door clicked behind him Mason knew he’d made the wrong choice. Images flashing in his mind of him rushing back into you so he could tell you exactly how he felt and apologise for seemingly ruining your whole last day together but he didn’t. He just kept walking straight into his room and shut the door behind him.

Coward.

It was the only word running through his mind as he sat on the end of his bed and thought over the last half an hour or so. Why didn’t you stay with her? Why didn’t you kiss her? Why didn’t you tell her how you felt rather than running away like a big baby?

What are you so afraid of?

Sinking back into the bed, he covered his eyes with his arm as if it would stop the tears coming but it was no use. They were burning in the back of his eyes and as his chest felt like it was beginning to cave in he couldn’t stop the first sob that broke free.

He was up in an instant, rushing back to your door to burst through and beg for your forgiveness. But something inside him made him stop as soon as he touched the handle. Only the sound of silence coming from your room as he realised you had likely fallen asleep, and it killed him to know you weren’t as upset as he was about how things had turned out.

So back to his room he went. Perching on the end of his bed again to try and stop the tears but they wouldn’t stop falling, not even having the energy to cry anymore yet still they silently fell down his cheeks.

Why did we think this would be a good idea? Why did I agree to no feelings when I already had them?

Again he was up, his chest aching with each second he was away from you but again he stopped outside your door. This time he could hear the shower going and all he could think about was you trying your hardest to scrub away any part of him that was left on you so you could forget that any of this week had ever happened.

How am I meant to stay and sit next to her on a flight tomorrow? He wondered. Reaching for his phone to quickly check flights and seeing there was one to Manchester that left before you’d be awake.

Coward

He didn’t think, just booked it and packed his things in a hurry as he figured out what he was going to say to Ben to make him believe there was any other reason as to why he was leaving early, but all he couldn’t think about was you and how you probably weren’t thinking about him.

Mason knew you’d be there but it still hit him in his tummy at the first sight of you. Thankfully you were looking the other way as you spoke to Carly so he could say hello to some others first but he knew he’d have to go and speak to you at some point and he wasn’t sure he was strong enough

Everyday for the weeks you’d been apart he’d opened up his messages with the intention of texting you but each day he gave up. What was he supposed to say?

He couldn’t about too much longer, Kenny coming into view and he knew he had to plaster a smile on and make out like he was as happy to her as she clearly was to see him. He didn’t mind Kenny, she was pretty and seemed nice enough but there was one problem.

She wasn’t you.

He knew he needed to go and speak to you, noticing you were still with Carly and that would make it a bit easier so he quickly excused himself and made his way over.

He wasn't sure what it was but when he was near you it was like he couldn’t help but touch you. Reaching out as soon as he got close to place his hand on your shoulder but it it’s was almost as if the touch of you made him ache and he had to pull away instantly.

‘Ladies, how are we?’ Mason asked as calmly as possible, leaning over to give Carly a quick kiss on the cheek just like always but you were as stiff as a board and he didn’t want you to be any more uncomfortable than you quite clearly were so he kept his distance. ‘You alright?’

‘Good thanks, you?’ You asked him and he wanted to scream from the rooftops that he wasn’t. To grab your face and kiss you until you couldn’t breathe cause he missed the feel of your mouth on his but he didn’t. He just nodded and tried to be as normal as possible.

‘Yeah not bad. It’s good to see you’

‘You too’ you whispered but he knew you didn’t really mean it. The sad and defeated look on your face was killing him and he knew he needed to talk to you one on one no matter what you said to him. He’d been too scared to even think about it before but now he was with you he knew in his heart he had things he had to get off his chest and he’d rather speak now than hold it in forever.

That was until the sound of his name being called across the room startled you both. Looking up to see Kenny waving him over and it seemed to snap him out of wanting to talk to you. Giving you a sympathetic smile before leaving you alone and with each steps he felt his heart break a little more.

‘What you doing in here?’ Mason suddenly heard. Declan’s voice snapping him out of whatever daze he was in and he quickly locked his phone and placed it in his pocket.

Mason had figured out straight away you were gone and the excuse of you not feeling well didn’t sit right with him. You’d perked right up after you’d made your pizza and he’d wondered if you were just hungry earlier when you’d been clearly upset with him, but now you weren’t fine again he knew there was definitely a problem.

‘Oh nothing’ Mason shrugged.

‘Yes you are, who were you gonna call?’ Dec asked, clearly catching a glimpse of his phone before he’d put it away and Mason felt trapped. There was no way he could lie to Dec, he’d see right through him just like always but he also knew he needed to be honest and tell someone.

‘Dec-‘

‘What? Just tell me’ Dec laughed and Mason knew he had to say.

‘I was just gonna call y/n, check she’s alright’

‘Oh for fucks sake’ Dec huffed, his face turning sour immediately. ‘You’re unbelievable’

‘What?’ Mason laughed, confused as to why Dec’s tone had changed but what he said next made his face drop.

‘I know, okay? I know about everything, she told me’

‘Told you what?’ Mason gulped and he’d never seen Dec look so disappointed.

‘Don’t play dumb Mase, I know about you and y/n and what you were up to when we were away’ Dec told him and Mason couldn’t look him in the eye anymore.

‘What did she say exactly?’

‘You don’t need me to tell you what she said, but you should know she was heartbroken when you left I and found her by the pool in floods of tears that morning. Why did you fuck her about like that?’

‘I didn’t-‘

‘And then today, letting Kenny be all over you right in front of her? It’s a dick move man. Surely you would know she wouldn’t want to see that’

‘Fuck’

‘She likes you bro, and I know you like her’

‘She doesn’t like me’ Mason mumbled. Shaking his head as his mind raced back to that final night where he’d walked out of your room and his heart ached in his chest at the memory of your face.

‘Why do you think she’s gone? She can’t stand the sight of you with someone else that’s why’

‘But she’s been so off with me’ he told him, watching Dec look back at him like he was insane and he had to look away as he felt so stupid under Dec’s stare.

‘You’re dumb as fuck sometimes. Of course she will be, you’ve been ignoring her since you left’

‘She’s not spoken to me either’ Mason fought back but he knew it was a silly thing to say.

‘Because you’ve made her feel stupid’ he exploded. ‘She told me that morning, that you had rules and one of them was no feelings yeah?’ Dec asked and Mason could only nod. His face flaming at the fact he was having this conversation with Dec right now as he wanted the ground to swallow him up. ‘She told me that she tried but you were hard not to like and she’d broken the rules cause doesn’t think you’d feel the same for her’ he told him and he felt awful instantly. He wasn’t sure why you’d ever feel like he couldn’t like you, you were perfect to him and seeing you again tonight had just made him realise how much he wished he could go back to how things were. ‘I swear to god I’ll bang your heads together if you don’t leave right now and make things right with her’

‘What if she doesn’t want me anymore? What if it’s too late?’ Mason asked and he saw Dec’s face soften a little.

‘Well then you gave it your best shot’ he told him but the thought of it not going well made Masons hands feel clammy. ‘Look I know it’s been a while since you let someone in properly, but you don’t have to be scared. She’s a good girl, bro. She could be just what you need but you’ll never know if you stay here and don’t do anything about it’

‘What do I even say?’ Mason laughed and thankfully Dec was now laughing along with him.

‘Just tell the truth. It’s all over your fucking face’s how you feel about each other’ he smiled before his face got serious again. ‘Why are you trying to fight so hard against it?’

‘I don’t know’ Mason huffed. ‘In my mind she’s always been off limits. I wasn’t sure if people would be mad at us for being together’

‘Well I’m telling you now, it’s making me mad that you aren’t’

‘Okay I’m going’ Mason laughed, pulling Dec in for a quick hug before he got himself ready to leave. ‘Don’t say anything to anyone just yet, yeah?’

‘What about Kenny?’

‘What about her?’ Mason asked, confused as to why Dec was asking about her but from the sly smile that took over his face he knew he was just testing him.

‘Right answer. Go get your girl’

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