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FFXIVWrite 2024 #1: Steer
Idiom: steer clear of; to stay away from purposely; avoid.
During the events of patch 4.3, quest âUnder the Moonlightâ; Hali tries to convince Yume to take a step back from participating in the investigation of Zenosâ death and potential resurrection.
âYume, can I talk to you about something?â
The auri samurai glanced down at her pink-haired lalafellin companion and nodded. âAlright, whatâs the matter?â
âWell, you seeâŚâ Hali scrunched up her face, trying to figure out how to say what she wanted to say. She folded her arms and continued.
âLook, Alisaie and I, well we are worried about you, and we thought that perhaps you might need to take a step back and let us deal with the⌠umm⌠problem at hand.â
Yume shrugged her shoulders, not following Haliâs train of thought. âWhat? Why would I need a break? Iâm fine.â
âYume⌠you have had to deal with a lot latelyââ
âSo have we all! Honestly I was thinking that Alisaie might need to take some time for herself with Alphinaud embarking on a diplomatic mission to Garlemald and all. She is the one that needs to relax for a while. But Iâm alright.â
The lalafellin astrologian shook her head and looked up at Yume with a concerned expression. âWhile I agree about Alisaie, I still think you need to rest too, you know?â
Yume was growing tired of Hali dancing around the issue, or was it the person in question. She raised her voice as she replied, âJust say it already! Itâs because of Zenos, isnât it?â She sighed and placed her hands on her hips. âYou donât understand. He is alive, and I need to know if itâs really him, or if an ascian has claimed his body!â
âYume, listen to me! I think you need to steer clear of all this right now, especially when we tell Lyse the truth. Sheâs not going to be happy with hearing that Zenos lives, in any capacity whatsoever. Do you really want to be there to witness her reaction?â
Hali briefly closed her eyes as she began to recall the events of the past few days spent in Doma.
âYou just had to deal with Asahi threatening you over his obsession with Zenos, and you are still clearly shaken up by the echo vision we saw earlier, so perhaps you should go back to the Rising Stones to relax, meditate, and clear your head. I will keep you updated on everything, I promise.â
Yume shook her head, with slight irritation in her voice as she wanted to put this whole needless conversation to rest. ââŚNo, Hali. I need to see this through for myself, and thatâs final. Lyse will just have to be a good little leader and learn how to tolerate me being in her presence.â
This time it was Haliâs turn to sigh. Yume and Lyse were not on good terms with each other anymore, not after they have had several fights over Yumeâs fixation on Garlemaldâs crown prince. Though Yume never wavered in her duty and fought Zenos alongside her and their friends, Lyse couldnât stand how much Yume seemed to talk about Zenos, and how the samurai picked up and read every tome she could that held information on him. To not only Lyseâs eyes, but everyone elseâs, Yume seemed to be growing obsessed with him, and she always seems to talk about him as if he were a long-lost loverâŚ
Hali wondered for a moment if that was how she looked like when she recalled her days in Ishgard with Aymeric, but she quickly pushed those thoughts from her mind and shrugged. There might be another dramatic argument in the near future between Yume and Lyse, but it couldnât be avoided if Yume insists on going to Rhalgrâs Reach with her.
âAlrighty, suit yourself.â
Yumeâs Blog: @firelightmuse
#ffxivwrite2024#prompt 1 steer#hali aloke#oc: drops of jupiter#yume aino#oc: paint it black#yume x zenos#ship: bad romance
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Steer
Three lives entwined in a way, each from a different world. At a glance there should be no connection between them but in some way they were all tied together.
Katalin
The highlander had just returned from her enforced honeymoon after a similarly enforced marriage. Normally she would have been ornery about someone demanding that she do a thing but this was one of the few times where she was going to do it anyway and the person making the demands was a⌠time-split version of herself from just over two Eorzean years back who she had attempted to murder, had sworn revenge in return and held her captive/tortured her for moons, had shared a body for a bit before getting forged into a weapon that Katalin had wielded for nearly a year.
It was a complicated relationship.
She still wasn't sure why Harle (that time-split etc. version) was no longer a blade but that was a situation that was slowly resolving without her input. She hoped. There was a bit of concern that she would have to step in and do things but for now she was keeping her hands away, letting things play out.
Jovana
The Ronso held a short 2-page report from Amh Arang, her old home in Mord Souq actually. it had been tucked into her backpack and forgotten about as she and her husband searched for and actually found a path to the First.
"Wicked whiteâŚ" Not only had the desolate Empty shown unusual stirrings of aether there were actual claims of greenery returning? There were no first-hand sightings so she was skeptical but supposedly the Warrior of Darkness was working towards the same goal as her team.
She remembered stepping out onto the porch, warm firelight embracing the doorway behind her. Her daughter Coto's small hand was warm in her own as they both stared up to a night sky for the first time. Jovana gave a sudden laugh, overcome by the sight, then looked over to Verboten with a fanged smile as he held to Coto's other hand. Her husband's eyes were equally wide in wonder as he stared up. "They did it!"
Anything was possible.
Tawny
Tawny still wasn't sure exactly how they were here. A few people had stories, ideas, things that sounded plausible, but Tawmy really didn't get it. Not that it stopped them from bullshitting through things.
The last memory was back in Fifth Crown, making a delivery to a friendly group on the outskirts of the city. There had been⌠a voice? A bright white light that leaked out of a sealed case, a hand closing around the hilt of a blade.
Then nothing, blank, empty memories, not even chaotic dreams or a hangover. Just waking up here in this shithole. Skulking around a house and avoiding the notice of people who lived there. A few of the people looked all too much like the Henshin although they didn't seem to act the part.
It had been nice for a couple of weeks until he accidentally walked in on a few of them by accident. Half-truths were spun, barely understood claims were made, and Tawny had actually got them to accept him as 'steward' of the place. Idiots.
There was no obvious path back home but things were okay. The club scene and night-life here were terrible but there was surely an angle to be played.
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Prompt #1: Steer
Adel had been glad that the Arcanist's Guild had been accommodating of her request. Even more so when she had been told that a familiar face was available too. This was not a trip she wanted to make with some fresh faced arcanist.
This arcanist was one she had closely worked with before. Together they had put on a nice spooky display a couple times in attacks on Garlean vessels. Sadly it was a short lived bit of fun since the captain had decided not to let it continue. At least she got to live up to her nickname as the Frost Siren. Sadly it didn't seem to rattle many of the upper command on the Garlean vessels, just those under their command.
But now that things were relatively peaceful... It left many of the Sirens with time on their hands. Especially Adel. There was little for a healer to do when they weren't doing battle and getting injuries. Some of her sisters had found things to do. Not Adel though. At least not without the pressure of Captain Rhoswen.
Standing with her arms crossed as she looked now at the approaching miqo'te woman. How she had let her captain talk her into making a venture to look into who her father was... An shake of her head and a heavy sigh. "Karigan. Pleasure to see you again."
"Ah the lovely Lady of the Frost." Karigan chirped happily as she joined Adel on the end of the pier. "The Guildmaster told me you needed a seasoned arcanist for a little journey."
"Aye. It will be just us. So I needed a mage I trust. You up for a little adventure before my captain tosses me to the sea for annoying her?" Adel had rolled her eyes a little at Karigan's choice of naming. She definitely preferred Frost Siren more than any title containing Lady. But reminding Karigan rarely got her anywhere anyways. So she let it go. "I've decided to look into my father's side of my bloodline. But to do that we need to travel across the sea. I already secured the passage for two."
"Oh! Now I admit I'm curious as to where we might be heading. Yes I am good for a little adventure. And it honors me to hear you trust me enough for such a trip. If I remember right, most of your sisters could care less about their sires." Karigan tilted her head curiously, ears wiggling a little.
"Trust me, I do not care about him. More than anything I am curious about my specific magic and alignment. I don't get it from my mother. She isn't even elezen. So more than anything I want answers for myself. I honestly could care less if I even find my old man. I'm a Siren and they are the only family that matters." Adel shrugs with a frown. "Besides it was the captain's suggestion."
"You never could refuse the good lady captain when she tells you something." Karigan chuckles softly. "Well shall we go catch our boat before we have to guide a ship ourselves instead? I would hate to be late and miss the ship."
"Yes. Let's get this over with."
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#1: Molding an Opinion
Prompt: Steer
It would have been easier to just tell the Duskwight no, to deny him the loan he was asking for simply due to the fact that he would likely be entering a hostile market were he to sell in any of the three main city-states. He didn't say no, thoughânot yet, anyway. He wanted to see if the man had come up with this conclusion on his own. As he eyed the admittedly pristine earthenware specimens that the man had set on his desk, he made a deal with himself: He would say yes if the potter could find the best marketing opportunity with just a couple pointed questions from Rath. If he couldn't, then he would not be able to save himself when prejudice or oversaturation hurt his business.
âTell me, Master Sauveterre,â he began, folding his hands on the deskâs light oak surface and tapping his foot a couple times against the Green Roomâs moss-like carpet. âHow is it that you intend upon marketing yourself? Who is your target consumer?â
âAh, an excellent question,â the man began, lifting a hand to stroke at his dark beard. He turned his single fuchsia eye to meet Rath's own particolored pair as he spoke confidently. âMy target consumer is anyone who needs tableware or any other earthenware goods that could feasibly be made by my hand. While I would prefer to sell to more upscale clientele, given my specialties and proclivity for more unique artistic pieces, I am also not averse to providing for the basic needs of families, individuals, and establishments alike. As for marketing myselfâŚâ He paused there, furrowing his brow. âI am well aware of the prejudice toward my kind that is rampant in the Shroud. I imagine Thanalan has its fair share of potters, given the materials readily available to its denizens. La Noscea has the drawback of dealing with more imported goods than the other nations, which might make it difficult for me to stand out. Therefore, I want to target Ishgard. Noble houses are always looking for a new thing to showcase their wealth, and my art could be just that. With the ongoing restoration project there, the need for basic items is currently at a high, and there are not so many in my line of work that I have seen there.â
Interesting. Rath had not expected the insightfulness that had been presented here. He had guiding questions ready for any other answer, but it seemed the man had already gotten himself where Rath would have suggested he go. He made a show of picking up and examining one of the piecesâan earthenware vase carved with climbing ivy, each cutout displaying different layers, all of differing shades of green. It was both sturdy and elegant.
âThey drink quite a lot of tea, and I would assume they prefer much more delicate items than these,â he commented., sweeping his hand out in a gesture toward a trio of mugs on the desk.
âWhich is why I am here,â the man replied, an earnest smile on his face. âI need a better kiln and a more suitable workspace to break into porcelains⌠ah, no pun intended.â
âI see. And if I grant you this loan, it would be for securing your new workspace and equipment?â
âAh, yes⌠and also relocation costs. I have a bit saved up for that, but moving my current equipment that far is expensive.â
Mârath unfolded his hands and reached to the side to grab a blank piece of parchment and begin drafting a contract. âI will take a chance on you, Raoul, but before we discuss the exact terms of the agreement, tell me how much you would charge for this vase. It belongs in this room.â
He glanced to the Duskwight, lips twitching as he caught the surface thoughts dancing around in the man's head. Now it was time to see if he was properly valuing his work.
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FFXIV Write 2024 #1: Steer
Mother Crystal dimmed Fate of the Star in our hands Let's do right by her
#FFXIV Write#FFXIV Write 2024#Prompt 1: Steer#Steer#I wrote a haiku#haiku#poem#night tries poetry#poetry#does this count?
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The Crow's Nest
Aliiza concentrated on the swirls of the mists ahead of the ship. She knew from more experience than most would even guess at how to read each one for hazards in the water, even though the hazards themselves were unseeable in these conditions. The helmsman just had to trust in her calls. Her body registered the swells of the ocean below them as her eyes parsed the other movements. Her hair in a ponytail stayed out of her eyes and was as good an indicator of wind speed and direction as any other tool for her.
The raging winds and mists had come suddenly and she'd climbed up to replace the usual navigator. At regular intervals she'd assure the helmsman they were clear. It was hard for anyone to tell how much progress was actually being made and they were too far out for lighthouses. Finally, she saw the lifts and eddies in the mists she'd been watching for. Her voice sounded out to the helmsman, "We're at the first break! Hard to port by 40 degrees now!" She held the edge of the nest as the helmsman made the correction and the crew worked the sails. Now... she just had to guide them thru 5 more difficult breaks.
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prompt: you and max have been secretly together for years. neither the fans or the media have a clue. what happens when you and max are neck and neck for the drivers championship and you get the unexpected news that youâre pregnant?
pairing: max verstappen x ferrari! reader
word count: ~7.6k
warnings: 18+, cursing, mentions of sex but no real smut, mentions of miscarriage, some mention of blood
a/n: hello, i'm brand new at writing fanfic for f1. i've had this idea for a while and it was eating at me so i hope you enjoy. i thought it would be cool to have it be like a normal fic with a bit of that social!au content that the fandom loves.
this is pt.1 of how everything is going down and then the next and final part will be what happens after, her pregnancy and what reader does this time around. along with some fan social media mayhem.
id love to hear your thoughts!
enjoy!
LAS VEGAS, USA | NOV 2024
The nausea settling in the pit of your stomach is unbearable, it gets worse with each lap you complete. You're confident you can push through and finish the race without throwing up in your helmet, until the track begins doubling and tripling.
You havenât felt this dizzy since you crashed in Spa three years ago due to rain. There were no stakes then as you were having a bad race weekend and started P7. Today youâre P1 and the gap between you and Max is getting shorter as you slow to try and compensate for the nausea and dizziness.
You hear your team in your ear, asking you if the car's giving you trouble since thereâs no apparent reason for you to be slowing down at this point. Especially with ten laps to go.
âThe car is fine,â you say through gritted teeth, trying to relax your abdomen to keep the nausea at bay.
âThen whatâs the matter? Are you okay?â Riccardo, your race engineer, asks. His tone is stern yet concerned.
âYeah, Iâm perfectly fine. My head feels like itâs spinning is all.â You're nonchalant but deep inside youâre panicking. This race means so much to you and your team. Now is not the time to get sick.
âCan you finish the race?â His filtered voice asks through the radio.
âYes, Iâm finishing the bloody race,â you curse, pressing on the gas pedal and tightening the hold on the steering wheel.
âIf you continue feeling this way, box immediately,â he orders, not wanting to risk the safety of his driver, âBy the way Max is 2 seconds behind you.â
âFucking hell.â After all the work to create a 10 second gap Max is catching up because your body decided to get sick.
Thereâs rage building inside of you, keeping Max away is the most difficult part of racing. It took pure skill to keep him at a distance, heâs only catching up because youâre slowing. You're letting yourself down.
Itâs been a battle of pole positions and fastest laps for you two. The championship is within your reach, threatening to break Maxâs two year streak. It's why Max is giving everything he has to get ahead of you. If he wins this race heâll be on top once more.
Another bout of nausea takes over your body, shivers running down your spine. Why are you nauseous and dizzy? You were hydrated before the race, the temperature in the car is warm as always but itâs cool outside, unlike Singapore, and you felt perfectly fine earlier.
Itâs most likely karma for teasing Max this morning and leaving him with a raging hard on.
You notice Max in your peripheral vision. Heâs ready to attack and regain P1. You accelerate and block him as best you can but nearing the turn you miscalculate giving Max the perfect opportunity to pass you.
He settles right in front of you, mocking how he got ahead so easily. If you didnât love him and felt the bile coming up your throat you wouldâve cursed at him. You were famously known for insulting the men driving the other cars.
At this point, you werenât driving straight and your race engineer, Riccardo was telling you to pit and pull out of the race.
âI promise you Iâm good enough to finish the race,â you say after a moment to swallow the bile coming up. You'd rather die than DNF'ing with a handful of laps to go.
âNorris is catching up. Letâs finish this race quickly so you can get checked.â
Youâre glad you created a gap at the beginning of the race, otherwise Lando and Charles, your teammate, wouldâve caught up already.
You see Lando trying to overtake you but you surprisingly block him and go as fast as you can. Itâs not your best work and the FIA will have something to say about it but you make do.
Finally, down the final straight you press on the gas and cross the finish line. You finish the race out of pure muscle memory since you canât rely on your distorted vision. Ignoring the celebratory cheers, you pull up on the spot marked #2. No one says anything about the askew parking job.
Your hands are clumsy, pulling out the steering wheel and standing. One of your teammates is right there giving you the hand you clearly need as you sway and almost fall straight out of the car.
Max is none the wiser, calmly getting out the RB and running over to his team who congratulate and scream his name. In his head, you lost control of your car, giving him a way to pass you. That's how F1 works.
You pull on your helmet and all the straps fast, the Ferrari team member helping you when he sees your urgency. As soon as you pull off your balaclava you bend over and empty the contents of your stomach.
Privacy be damned.
Itâs not pretty. Youâve been holding this in for 20 laps and itâs not going to stop any time soon. The cameras focus on you as you push away the Ferrari team and finish throwing up. Ready hands catch you and youâre sat on a wheel chair as they roll you over to the medics. You close your eyes and throw your head back, everything around you spinning.
The murmurs of the crowd and the media cause Max to notice. He catches sight of you being wheeled away into the back. He takes a tentative step towards you, itching to be by your side but remembers the agreement you made to keep your relationship a secret.
Sometimes he hates how stubborn you are. At this point, the world should know you two are together, married even. Yet he understands your hesitancy with how cruel the media and the fans can be.
Max stays rooted on the spot, watchful eyes and dozens of lenses noticing every movement. Lando gets close to Max trying to avoid the cameras.
âWhat happened?â Lando asks referring to you.
âNo idea, mate,â Max says, staring intently at the door you were just rolled through. A sleuth of Ferrari members following.
âShe wasn't driving straight,â Lando shakes his head. He knew something was off when he caught up to her. âIt was so unpredictable it made it harder on me to battle it.â
Max didnât think much when he pulled up behind you but he did think it was strange how easy it was to overtake you. You always give him the hardest time.
He remembers this morning when you were in bed kissing him, touching him, teasing him. You were so cheeky, his length in your hand as you sweet talked him. 'Convincing' him to throw the race. Not like heâd ever do it. You were simply having your fun with him.
There wasnât any sign of sickness then. Itâs not like you spun out during the race either. You had been flawless out on the track until you werenât.
âI'm going to check on her,â Max tells Lando, motioning with his head and wondering what exactly is wrong with his wife.
"Just wait," Lando stops him with a hand on his chest. They notice Charles in the Ferrari garage, heading to the back where they have you. "If you go, it'll stir up rumors."
Max tenses his jaw and looks away. With a roll of his eyes he turns to get weighed. He doesn't like it but Lando is right. He doesn't give a damn about his reputation only yours and the promise he made you.
f1_news tweeted: Ferrariâs Princess is transferred to hospital after race. It was heard through their radio she was having severe motion sickness, giving Max Verstappen the lead. Not many details are known as of this moment. More updates coming soon!
comments:
user2: hope sheâs doing okay! she needs to come back to kick max's ass and take the championship from him đŽâđ¨
user3: bet max is celebrating
-> user4: he looked very concerned when he saw her in the wheelchair
-> user14: who wouldnât, she looked like death đ
user4: did ya'll notice max disappear after the ceremony?
-> user5: lol he was making sure his favorite rival was okay đ¤Ł
-> user101: no point in staying if he canât rub it in her face đ¤
user6: our ferrari princess đ¸ looked out of it. not sure how she made it out the car
user7: the podium felt so empty without her in it đ
-> user8: did you notice max kept looking at the spot she was supposed to be as if expecting her to suddenly appear
-> user9: sheâs like his best friend and his enemy wrapped in one. canât live with her, can't live without her
-> user10: i swear heâs in love with her. đŁď¸ itâs not normal the way he looks at her
-> user11: please, sheâs married. you guys need to stop being delusional and stop shipping her with every guy on the grid
-> user10: not every guy, just max and maybe charles⌠-> user76: let's take a moment to appreciate charles immediately asking about her and leaving the track to see how she was. it's a win for us predestined x princess shippers
In the hospital, they quickly take you into a private room. The nurses retake your vitals and give you a shot to help with the nausea. A doctor comes in relatively quickly, asking you an array of questions to help him figure out why you got sick.
"The nurse should be in quickly to draw blood. I'm not too worried about this being anything other than a virus but we just want to make sure you're all good before leaving."
"Thank you, doc," you respond, lying back on the bed. They've given you one of the flimsiest hospital gowns in existence but you've gotta admit it's more comfortable than your race suit.
It's awfully lonely in the hospital room but it gives you time to relax and wind down. Fred and Riccardo were extremely concerned for your well being- not related at all to the fact you're on the run to win the championship-forcing you to go into the hospital.
Their stressed energy, the ambulance ride and then the nurses fussing over you was overwhelming. It would've made your nausea worse had it not been for the shot.
You're snoozing off when the door opens and your husband walks in. Max has a backpack slung over his shoulder with a set of clothes for you, along with your phone and other personal belongings you left at the paddock. He hurries over to you, dropping the bag and wrapping his arms around you.
"I was so worried, schatje," Max says in your ear, kissing your temple. The softness of his hoodie and the familiar scent he carries is comforting.
"I'm okay. You should keep your distance though, doc says I have a virus," you tell him, slightly pushing him away.
Heâs stubborn as he keeps hold of your hand. "I don't care if I get sick. We've got two weeks until the next race, plenty of time for me to get better." Max sits on the chair next to your bed, asking you what happened during todayâs race and listening to every word you say.
"What did they do for podium?" You later ask curiously, turning on your side to get more comfortable. Max props his head on his hand as he leans on your bed, getting closer to you despite your protests.
"Riccardo was there to accept it," Max tells you, kissing the back of your hand. He had been really worried. A part of him kept checking his surroundings for any sign of you.
Itâs days like today where he wishes your relationship wasnât secret. Max wants to express how worried he was about his girlfriend wife. He wanted to say âfuck youâ to all protocol and go after you.
He understands your reluctance and the need for privacy in your personal life. He knows what itâs like to have his privacy invaded and Max agrees that good things have come out of keeping your relationship a secret but youâve also had to miss out on others. One day, youâll have to come clean to the public to be able to live your life to the fullest.
The doctor returns before he can vocalize this. He knocks on the door as he steps into the room, a tablet in his hands. âResults have come back. Would you like the gentleman to step out or is it okay if he stays?â
âHeâs my husband,â you tell the doctor.
You're used to people not recognizing you outside of Formula One but Max is more known than you. You wait for the doctor to react at the sight of Max, except thereâs not an ounce of recognition in his face. Good, or else, youâd have to rely on his patient-doctor confidentiality.
âLetâs get into it then. Labâs show dehydration which is normal for the state you came in like. In addition, to the fact, you had just finished a physically demanding race. Surprisingly they also showed that your quantitative hCG levels are high meaningâ"
âIâm pregnant?â You pan, shocked. Max's hand tightens around yours. Last year's endeavors left you with enough knowledge to know what that term means.
âYes, you are pregnant,â he nods.
Max instantly turns towards you in complete shock. Thereâs part of him thatâs happy but then thereâs another thatâs concerned. Personally, heâd love to have a child but it would mean you would have to sacrifice the championship.
You stare at the doctor with parted lips and furrowed brows, âThatâs impossible. I have an IUD.â This couldn't be happening at a worse time.
âAll methods of contraception have a percentage of failure,â the doctor sighs. âYour pregnancy explains today's sudden dizziness and nausea.â
âDo you know how far along she is?â Max asks, holding your hand tightly to show his support.
âWe would need an ultrasound for that but based on her last menstrual period it canât be more than 6 weeks.â
âSix weeks,â you breath out. You could only hear your pounding heart and the air coming in and out of your mouth. God, you've been training and driving the whole time. For fucks sake, just two weeks ago you had been celebrating your win with lots of alcohol.
You hardly hear the doctor excuse himself, leaving you and Max alone. Tears brim your eyes at the cruelty of the universe. You have in your hands the two things you want most in life. A shot at the championship and the opportunity to become a mother.
Max sits on the bed, wiping away your tears. He doesnât say much, at a loss of words. Thereâs not much he can say to make this better but he thumbs away your tears and pulls you into a hug.
You fist his shirt in your hands, crying onto his shoulder, âThis is not fair.â
âI know, schatje.â Max is at a loss. He understands the conflicting feelings you have. Itâs no easy thing especially after everything you and Max went through.
âI canât go through this again,â you sob, remembering the painful memories of the previous year.
United Arab Emirates | Nov 2022
The last race of the season has come quickly, deeming Max the World Champion for the second time running. Heâs at the top of the podium as the Dutch national anthem plays. You look up at him from the third position, smiling at him proudly.
Youâre frustrated that you werenât able to catch up to him but youâre confident your time will come. Every year youâve spent in the grid youâve been able to rise through the ranks and get great contracts.
Mercedes took a chance on you this year and youâve made them proud. It was a challenge against Ferrari and Red Bull but as the only woman youâd say you did brilliant.
Youâre going to miss this next year but a break is due. After years of hard training and dedicating everything to your career youâve decided to focus on your personal life.
Itâs been nearly a year since youâve married Max and the conversation surrounding children becomes more constant. It's a nagging sensation in the back of your head. A longing you can't stop.
Feeling at peace with your performance, you decided to take this next year to become a mother. Youâre young so in two years youâre sure you can come back stronger than ever and give Max a run for his money.
As the ceremony comes to an end, the party begins and the champagne bottles are brought out. âDonât run,â Max laughs, spraying the frothy liquid in your direction.
You fight back, shaking the bottle and spraying some at Max and Charles. They gang up on you as Charles blocks your way and they both spray you. That will keep the fans making edits for months to come, the implication of the action clear.
âCome on, sweetheart,â Charles yells over the cheers when you aim the spray at his mouth.
Getting off the stage and into a private room, Max takes off his hat and pulls you in by the waist to press his sweet tasting lips against yours. You giggle, wrapping your arms around his neck, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. âCongrats two-time world champion.â
âThank you, schatje,â Max responds, brushing back the hair sticking to your forehead.
âGet a room you two,â Charles huffs, knowing you forgot he was there.
âSorry,â you say with a blush.
âIâm not,â Max laughs, stealing another kiss.
Outside, reporters of all kind were waiting to interview all three of you. They want Maxâs celebratory words and you and Charlesâ disappointment and regret. They live for the heartfelt promises you'll make for next season.
âOver here!â A reporter calls you, handing you a microphone. âWhatâs the plan for next year? Are you renewing with Mercedes or is there another team making offers?â
âI come with sad news,â you pout at the camera, âI wonât be on the grid next year.â
The reporter stares wide-eyed at you. This is the first time you've said those words out loud. âCould you share with us why?â
You nod at his question, fixing your hat as you speak the words you rehearsed many times before. âSince I was young I was prioritizing racing and getting into Formula One. I love how far Iâve come but I want to take a step back and enjoy my personal life for a little while. As you know, I got married a year ago and I want to enjoy that newlywed life. I will be back though,â you say with a smile and a wink at the camera.
âIs there a chance youâll tell us who the lucky guy is?â The reporter questions, not really expecting you to answer. That the one thing you won't disclose.
You laugh, shaking your head at him, âNo chance. I like to keep my personal life private.â
âWorth a shot," the reporter laughs with you. "Thank you for your time and we hope to see you soon!â
youtube upload: The Grid's Princess QUITS
thumbnail đ¸: Toto Wolff looking angry and yelling at a Mercedes staff member. Lewis Hamilton with an arm around an upset looking reader.
comments:
user25: our queen is leaving? đŤ user30: who is going to keep the boys in check -> user5: i bet thatâs why sheâs taking a break, itâs not easy keeping charles and max under control user6: arenât we curious as to who this mystery husband is? đ -> user17: i bet itâs either someone old or a billionaire, or both, i mean did you see the rock on her finger? -> user 46: oh they must be loaded to win over the grid's princess -> user96: i'm sorry but until i see proof of this man i will continue to set her up with charles user59: please, use a more dramatic title user48: i'm ready to fight 𤺠whoever made her stop racing. she's the only reason i watch them go in circles. who else is going to learn french to curse out charles properly? user55: *sigh* guess itâs time to rewatch all of the edits of her and max on repeat until she returns user104: letâs make a game. take a shot every time max and charles mention her next season.
Monaco | March 2023
When you temporarily retired, you thought you'd become pregnant in a matter of weeks. That is not the case.
Movies make it seem so easy to become pregnant, when in reality, itâs a challenge. It took nearly four months and multiple doctor visits for you to become with child.
The Winter break was spent tangled in sheets, keeping warm in each others embrace. Max was insatiable and so were you. Any chance you had youâd be dragging him somewhere private, his hands pulling at your underwear to tug them off...or to the side.
Max's voice would be in your ear as he spoke of how good you take him. He'd encourage you with words he'd never otherwise use. His cologne would intoxicate you, putting you in a trance.
His hold was firm and steady, making you shake and arch against him. His length sinking into you until you came with his name on your lips and his seed inside you.
Then, it finally happened. A positive pregnancy test in your bathroom counter. The alarm rang loudly, making you and Max share a nervous glance.
âYou look,â you say with a shaky voice and shakier hands. Your period was late, followed by your tender breasts and the morning sickness. You fear your body was making it up because you wanted it so much.
âBefore that,â Max says, cupping your face, âDonât be disappointed if itâs negative. Weâre just getting started and we have a whole year to try, yeah?â
You place your hands over his and nod with a small smile. Max presses a kiss to your forehead before he picks up the home test.
Max erupts in a smile, nodding and showing you the word positive. You scream, falling into his arms. He spins you around, kissing all over your face.
You and Max are over the moon, giddily waiting for every appointment with your doctor. Every ultrasound was recorded along with the babies heart beat.
Max is ecstatic. He's been wanting to have a family with you since he realized you were the one. He thought it wouldn't happen for a long time but then you revealed you wanted it too and soon despite your career.
It took a long conversation to figure out how to go about it with both of your careers being at their peak but you came to an agreement. He was ready be a father and you were ready to be a mother, even if it meant putting your career in pause.
Your desire to bring a child into the world was greater than giving the championship another shot. Whenever you're ready to return to F1, he'll take a step back and support you.
Max planned a dinner with the whole family where you told them you were expecting. Plans to decorate the nursery littered your coffee table and your internet browser history was filled with shop links with cute clothes and baby items.
Weeks later, it happened. Something felt wrong, off.
âMaxie,â you breathe heavily, feeling wet between your legs. Cramps littering your lower abdomen.
âWhat's wrong?â Max sits up in bed, sensing your distressed state. His gaze fixes on the red stain forming on the white sheets.
âIâm scared,â you cry, afraid to move or do anything. Cramps squeezing your insides like a bad period.
âHey, itâs okay. Iâm here,â Max reassures you, âLetâs go to the bathroom, yeah? Iâll call the doctor.â
A quick trip to the ER confirmed it. You miscarried.
You couldnât look at Max that night, hugging yourself tightly as he drove home. You ignored all the glances he threw your way, shiying away from the hand that reached out for you.
All that happiness you felt drained out of you, leaving complete sadness behind.
Max was sad about the baby but he was more focused on you and the toll it took on you. It was always a possibility. The doctor spoke about what to expect on the first trimester and this was one of the things he mentioned. You both chose to ignore it at the time.
Max kept most of the lights off in the apartment. Remembering the bags with baby stuff from your online shopping. He kept the spare bedroom closed, where you were planning how to arrange it and paint it to transform it into the nursery.
Heâs never seen you this devastated. After years of knowing you and dating you he never had the chance to see you at your lowest. It breaks his fucking heart.
Max holds you that night while you're in pain and bleeding. He rocks you as you cry, tears spilling from his eyes too as all that new hope is crushed.
You need him. Max is all you have at the moment because while he goes to race on the weekends and clear his head, you stay home with the weight of losing a baby.
Zandvoort | August 2023
With medical clearance and a couple of months to heal mentally. You and Max got to trying again.
You arenât quitters and again you both desperately want a child. There's lots of sex, more than before. Something reignited in the relationship, like when the relationship began. Nothing could keep you away from Max back then.
He would fuck you wherever he could. Often times risking being seen. It was a moment where neither of you cared about being caught or being exposed to the whole world.
The Two-Time World Champion and the Gridâs Princess. Happily Married and Horny for Each Other.
The second time you found out you were pregnant was in Zandvoort, Maxâs home race. You werenât traveling as much trying to give your body rest and hopefully encourage it to take but this was a special track for Max so you tagged along.
Similar symptoms were arising so you waited to arrive at Zandvoort to take the test with Max. You were once again in the bathroom, sitting on the counter. He was between your legs, his head on your chest, waiting for the four minutes to be over.
âIf itâs negative?â You asked, your fingers in his hair, scratching at his scalp to relax him.
âThen we try again and again and again,â he says cheekily, grabbing onto your thighs and kissing you.
âYouâd like that wouldnât you,â you giggle, pulling at his roots to make him groan.
âPerhaps but Iâm not the one yelling out my name,â he smirks, recalling the other night when he had you with your legs up on his shoulders as he entered you slow and deep. If he closes his eyes he can hear your whiny moans begging for him to tip you over the edge.
âPoor Checo had to call the front desk and fill in a complaint,â you giggle, hiding your face from Max with your hands.
âItâs not my fault I didnât see his text,â Max shrugs, not having a care in the world.
He was in his suite with his wife, having fun and trying to conceive. Itâs not his fault he was making you feel so good you felt the need to scream his name and itâs not his fault Checoâs bedroom was right next to yours. Blame the Red Bull team for reserving two suites right next to each other.
The triggering alarm sounds, making your heart race. This time you grab the test, deciphering what the faint lines mean. You ran out of the good pregnancy tests and you were too lazy to go out and get new ones.
âItâs positive!â You squeal, showing the home test to Max.
Maxâs eyes widen, âWe did it!â
âI'm so happy,â you tear up from joy, hugging Maxâs shoulders. Nothing is stopping him tomorrow on the track. Heâs going to ride this high as long as possible.
Max grabs your thighs, forcing you to wrap your legs around him. He carries you over to the bed, kissing your lips, your neck, your chest.
Max was going to make you scream out his name again.
There was little celebration. You and Max kept the news to yourselves for a while longer. You took every precaution on the book. You stopped traveling with Max afraid it was one of the causes of your first miscarriage. You took care of your diet, you did minimal exercise, took every prenatal vitamin you could find but much like the first time, it happened again.
This time you felt so defeated, like something was wrong with you. Like maybe you werenât meant to bring a child into the world or become a mother.
Max found you on the balcony one night after it happened. It was freezing outside so he got a blanket and wrapped it around your shoulders.
ââI'm sorry,â you sniffle, not meeting his eyes. Your tears were cold against your cheeks.
âFor what?â Max asks, watching you carefully. Your eyes red rimmed and nose runny.
âThereâs something wrong with me and I canât give us a baby,â you cry softly, wiping away at your tears.
You feel so ashamed and embarrassed. Having a baby shouldnât be this fucking hard. Youâve done so much in life and this simple thing you canât do. Something your body was designed to do.
âHey, no. You know what the doctor said. Thereâs nothing wrong with you and thereâs so many other ways we can have children together,â Max chides you, pulling his chair closer and grabbing your shoulders so you look at him.
âIf thereâs nothing wrong with me why does it keep happening?â You ask as your eyes well with more tears. They havenât stopped in a good ten minutes.
âItâs not our time yet.â Itâs the only thing Max can say. He doesnât have all the answers in the world but there is one thing heâs sure of. âI love you no matter what.â
âI donât want to go through this again.â Your bottom lip wobbles as you speak. The words getting caught on your throat.
Itâs not like you donât want children because you desperately do but you canât go through another disappointment. More pain and more blood. More false hope.
âYou donât have to,â Max tells you, comforting you the best way he can. He picks you up, settling you on his lap as he wraps his arms around you. He kisses your head, coming up with words to make you feel better.
He doesnât want a child if the process is going to cause you so much suffering. Itâs hard seeing you like this when heâs used to seeing you be this independent strong woman, who broke barriers in a field of men.
Heâs discovering a new side to you deep into your relationship. He loves you but itâs shocking to see you be this vulnerable when a lot of times you love to handle things on your own. In a way, heâs happy heâs able to be here with you and help you.
Monza | November 2023
In Formula One rumors spread like wildfire. Within the teams and its members and riders the reason for your break didnât remain a secret for long.
It didnât stop certain teams from reaching out and persuading you into joining them. As far as they know youâre not pregnant yet and you did promise to return one day.
As the only woman in the grid you pull in lots of sponsors and the media and fans love you. Having you on a team is a win all around, considering you also bring in trophies.
Ferrari is a big team showing their interest in you. Theyâve sent your manager multiple invitations for you to come and visit Ferrari Headquarters. No strings attached just a simple tour and meeting.
Itâs tempting. Driving for Ferrari is every F1 racers dream and to be invited to test out their car and talk business is an honor.
You went quietly to the meeting, undecided if itâs the choice you want to make. Mercedes awaits your return whenever youâre ready, having led them to victory many times alongside Lewis.
Oh, Toto Wolff has you in his sight constantly. If he knew you were at Monza heâd probably fly down and get you out. Youâre one of his biggest assets yet.
âThere's our princess,â Charles greets you, running up to you and giving you a big hug.
He missed having you around. The fans never let him forget of all the good times, constantly tagging him on instagram and twitter.
âHey Charles,â you laugh as he sways you from side to side.
âI missed you,â he says as he guides you over to the garage.
âMissed me kicking your ass?â You quip, playfully pushing him.
âPlease, competing against Max on my own is exhausting. Too much responsibility,â Charles admits.
âHeâs having the time of his life.â Max has the most fun when there are challenges and Charles has proven to be a worthy one. Insults and all. He loves getting a rise out of him.
The Ferrari team sets you up with a bright red race suit, giving you a visual of what your future has in store.
The feel of the baclavla is familiar around your head and the weight of the helmet comforting. Itâs been a year since you last wore the uniform and it feels like home.
You step into the car, slidding in the steering wheel. The crew gives you the signal to pull out and you do with a push on the gas.
The rumble of the engine is exhilarating as is the blend of colors around you. It comes back so naturally, knowing when to push the car when to break. Learning this car is easy, like itâs made for you.
It has the potential to be a winner, to help you achieve the goal of becoming world champion.
âReady to join Scuderia Ferrari?â Frederic Vasseif asks you once you get out of the car. Thereâs a smugness to him. He knows you enjoyed it and youâre itching for more.
âI donât know. Carlos seems to be doing really well,â you try to play it cool, taking off your helmet and baclavla to shake off your hair.
âHeâs good but youâre the greatest,â Fred says, giving you a knowing look.
âIf I accept itâs because I want to win the Championship,â you negotiate. Charles is the first driver and it makes sense he stays there since heâs been with the team longer but you will not sacrifice yourself for him.
âWe wouldnât have it any other way,â Fred agrees, extending his hand to shake yours.
âThe predestined and the princess?â Charles smiles, wrapping an arm around you.
You smile and bite your lip, âItâs time to take down Max Verstappen.â
No wonder the fans think thereâs a long standing rivalry between you and Max. You talk a lot about taking him down and winning the championship. With the trust you two have he bites back with words of his own. It makes for quite a show. Theyâre going to lose it once itâs revealed youâre joining Ferrari.
Your joy returning home is palpable. Max notices it the moment you walk into your shared home in Monaco. The cats notice it too as they weave between your legs asking to be pet.
"Hi, love," Max greets you, placing his hands on your hips and kissing you. You wrap your arms your his neck loosely, smiling into the kiss.
He doesn't let you go when the kiss breaks, his thumbs caressing your back. You smile at him, a hand on his face, as your fingers brush over his stubble. He leans into it. âHow did it go?â
âIt's top secret," you say cheekily.
"Really?" Max follows along amusedly, "You can't even tell your dear husband Max Emilian?"
It's been an inside joke since you started dating that the person you're dating is Max Emilian and not Max Verstappen. Helps keep things separated to a certain degree but mostly it's funny.
"Well, if it's Max Emilian asking I can tell him that I've just signed with Ferrari and that Max Verstappen will have some serious competition next year," you tell him as your smile widens.
âCongratulations!" Max exclaims, hugging you tightly. You laugh is music in his ears. From the moment you stepped in he knew something changed. You were laughing and smiling like a weight was lifted off your shoulders.
âIâm a Ferrari girl now and Iâm going to take that title from you,â she boasts, playfully pushing him.
âThatâs a big statement,â he says, playfully caging her in his arms. Max adores that her competitive streak is back, it's one of the things he fell in love with when you began dating.
Being married means being there in the bad and the good, in sickness and in health. He'll be by your side through it all but he'd rather have you be happy and competitive than depressed and anxious.
âWhat you think I canât do it?â You laugh when he tries tickling you. Your this close to elbowing him if he doesn't stop.
Finally letting up, he cups your face and looks into your eyes as he says, âIf thereâs someone who is going to do it, itâs you. You're my girl after all.â
f1 posted on instagram: The Princess is back and in red. Everyone bow down. đ¸: Reader wearing a Ferrari race suit posing in front of the new Ferrari SF-23. Comments: user8: holy shit sheâs back
user95: this was not on my bingo card, but it was in my dreams every night since she left -> user57: like a wise woman once said in rome; this is what dreams are made of
user72: guess she had enough of that married life and is back to wreck these boys
user14: i might actually fucking cry. our queen is back and in ferrari red -> user98: red is definitely her color. -> user67: you know who's color it is too? charles... ->user53: you know who likes charles? max... ->user17: i can't with you đ
user67: i want to see max squirm with both charles and her against him -> user55: please if anything itâll turn him on -> user45: hell even i'm turned on
user88: wait does this mean she canât curse at charles anymore? -> user68: don't worry, the second charles gets in her way it's coming. don't you remember that one time she almost crashed with lewis and she let him have it? -> user 90: i've never seen lewis be that fast outside of a car
user12: iâve got my editing program ready, iâll get all the edits. max x princess, predestined x princess, max x charles, i got them all -> user56: i'm not picky, i'll help -> user02: you should do one where she's walking in like in those wwe fights with the dramatic music
Monaco | Nov 2024
The conversation about the pregnancy is kept on pause. You and Max wait till you're back home in Monaco to continue it. It's fresh in your minds though as you try and make sense of he timing of it all.
There's only two more races to the season, you are so close to the end. You wish you hadn't found out till much later, they do say ignorance is bliss.
You're filled with fear and uncertainty. What if this pregnancy ends up like the rest? What if you give up the championship for something that might not even happen? But what if you chose the championship and give up a viable pregnancy?
The morning after arriving at Monaco you're in the kitchen with your laptop in front of you as you schedule an appointment with your doctor. The cup of coffee you made earlier is now cold as you could barely drink it with so many thoughts in your head.
You cover your face with your hands, groaning at the headache forming so early in the day.
Max finds you like that and he knows it's time to talk. He comes up behind you, pressing a kiss and resting his chin on your shoulder as he hugs you from behind.
"What's on your mind, schatje?"
You take a deep breath, focusing on him to try and gather your thoughts, "I don't know what to do, Maxie. What do I do?"
"I can't tell you what to do. I can tell you that I want to have a baby with you but I donât want you to go through all that pain again or feel pressured that you need to do this for me. I love you and I want you to be happy. If it's choosing your career I'm here for you. If it's starting a family I'm here as well," Max says as he hugs you tighter until you relax against him.
You shake your head, lacing your fingers with his as they lie on your midsection. "It's the fact that the first two didn't end well and it was such a horrible experience. If I knew for a fact I was going to give birth to this baby I would drop the championship in a heartbeat."
"I'm happy with whatever you choose. Even if you decide that carrying a baby isn't for you. Later on we can try surrogacy or adoption."
It's 2024 and there are tons of options out there in the case you want to become parents. It doesn't have to be one way or no way. Plus, they are young and have their lives ahead of them.
"Really? You couldnât be like one of the awful men who insist women need to have a baby? Youâre making this hard on me," you lightly joke, bringing his hand to your lips to kiss it.
Max laughs along with you. He knows you've made a decision even if you haven't realized. He's only there to guide you. âYou already made a decision, schatje.â
Your eyes return to your laptop where the appointment with the specialty clinic is displayed. âI need to give this pregnancy a chance. I mean think about it. I've raced, I've drank alcohol and it's still here. It happened against all odds, Maxie. What if itâs a sign? That the timing is right,â you say, recalling the conversation you had with him a year ago. âI just hate I need to withdraw from the rest of the races.â
Max made a decision that same moment, âIâll pull out from the races too.â It feels shitty that because you're a woman you have to pull out the races for your safety and the baby's while he continues on like nothing has happened.
âWhat? Thatâs insane Max,â you exclaim, staring at him bewildered.
âItâs only fair. You have to do it to have OUR baby, why do you have to be the only one who quits?â
You laugh and shake your head, placing your hands on his chest, âYouâre not doing that, Max. This is F1 and itâs ruthless which is why youâre so good at it. Besides, with last Sunday's race you're already ahead of me and there's no chance the others are catching up with two races to go. The title is yours," you reassure him, kissing the corner of his mouth, âItâs not my time to be a world champion yet and maybe it never will. I have to accept that."
Max scoffs, poking his tongue on his cheek, âNo, you will be. Once you have this baby youâre coming back even if I have to give away my seat in Red Bull.â
âI donât know what I did to deserve you,â you hum, looking into his eyes.
âYou beat me on your rookie year,â he reminds you.
Back when you started in F1 and neither you or Max were on the top you had friendly battles in the midst of the races. It wasn't for podium but it kept the fans entertained and recruiters eyes on you both. Max beat you most times but there was one day you beat him on a wet race which is unheard of.
âOnce!â
âOnce was enough!â He insists. Max fell in love with your competitive side, it didn't matter if you beat him or not. That day when you approached him with that big smile and malicious intent in your eyes he was done for.
âHow will we handle the media?â He steers the conversation a different place. He's not sure how much longer he can keep the relationship a secret with a baby on the way.
âSame as always. They canât know about us yet, Maxie. They will throw your name on the ground and say horrible things.â
If the media finds out that you're pregnant with Max's baby they will say it's sabotage cause he felt threatened that you were going to take the title from him. They don't care for details.
âI donât know how much longer we can keep this a secret,â he confesses, trying to reason with you.
âNot long okay? After the baby comes,â you promise him. After the baby comes you will tell the world everything.
F1_news tweeted: The Grid's Princess is withdrawing from the rest of the races this season due to her health. Not much is known yet. Carlos Sainz to take over her seat.
comments:
user56: not again please -> user97: i'm in tears -> user57: alexa play 'see you again' by charlie puth
user64: i hope she's doing okay and is able to return next year. she was so close on getting the championship
user76: i love the queen but i'm happy to get charlos back again! -> user34: it's very bitter sweet isn't it? -> user57: i wonder if she'll be back with ferrari next year? -> user45: well her contract is for two years so if she's okay when the next season starts i don't see why not -> user08: contracts mean nothing in F1 user04: get ready to witness a pouty max -> user 87: these next few races will be a piece of cake and he hates it -> user72: i love lando and charles but there's no way they are going to give him a hard time
user46: this is the end of the princess, who is going to want her back? -> user 43: get the fuck out of here you hater -> user345: who asked for your opinion?
F1_fanpage: The Grid's princess seen walking out of a clinic specialized in complicated pregnancies. đ¸
user45: holy shit, it all makes fucking sense sheâs pregnant -> user58: i didn't want to say anything but dizzy and nausea? itâs textbook pregnancy
user67: our queen is having a prince(ss) -> user176: who is the fucking dad? -> user404: he needs to be a part of F1 for her to still be around when she should be home resting
user47: she's glowing
user68: not her audibly rooting for carlos on the latest race -> user99: well it is only temporary and it's not like they kicked her out. she left because she had to -> user55: we love a supportive queen either way
user88: did ya'll see her interacting with max and charles after the race? they were so careful with her. it makes so much sense! -> user44: i'm hyperventilating we got a max hug! -> user 67: better yet we got a charles hug! -> user12: opening up my editing program as we speak
Part 2 Coming Soon
The world is aware you're now pregnant. You got a job working for the F1 social media and interview team during your pregnancy. Rumors keep spreading about who your husband and baby daddy is. Fans keep shipping you with Max and Charles. Max might just explode if he doesnât tell everyone, but will he?
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hi hi! I love your writing and was wondering about what youâd think everyoneâs reaction to a drunk us. Maybe we went drinking together and were a lightweight or something (idk đĽ˛) anyways thank youuuuu!!!
X-Men x Drunk!Reader (Part.1)
How they deal with their drunk s/o (Part.1)
A night out with your partner quickly turns wild as your tipsy self unleashes a little chaos around.
Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Jean Grey, Ororo Munroe, Rogue, Erik Lehnsherr, Charles Xavier, Bobby Drake, Wanda Maximoff, Pietro Maximoff, Emma Frost, Raven DarkhĂślme & Laura Kinney
I was extremely inspired by this prompt, thank you <3
Logan Howlett aka. Wolverine
- Logan is absolutely used to handling chaos, but nothing quite prepares him for the brand of trouble you unleash when tipsy. When youâre several drinks in and decide itâs a good idea to start a spontaneous dance battle with some random patrons, Logan just sighs and crosses his arms, watching with a mix of amusement and exasperation. Heâs tempted to pull you away but canât deny how much heâs enjoying the show.
- Heâs mostly unfazed when you start taking your "battle" a bit too far, challenging one particularly large guy to a dance-off. Logan leans against the bar with a smirk, ready to step in if things get out of hand. He figures you can handle yourself, but if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, heâs already prepared to make his presence known.
- When you stumble over to him, grinning like youâve just won a gold medal, he can't help but chuckle, pulling you close and whispering, âYouâre a handful, yâknow that?â But itâs clear heâs enjoying this different side of you, especially when you insist on dragging him onto the dance floor despite his protests. Logan grumbles but lets you lead, his usual stoicism softening just for you.
- Itâs when you try to order âa round for everyoneâ on his tab that Logan decides enough is enough. He firmly wraps an arm around your waist and steers you away from the bar, muttering about how heâs ânot made of moneyâ as you laugh and lean into him. Heâs torn between scolding you and letting out a laugh of his own.
- On the walk home, you ramble about the night, sharing exaggerated stories and embellishments that make Logan roll his eyes but secretly cherish every word. Despite his gruff exterior, he listens to every detail, finding the way you see the world endlessly entertaining and a perfect counterbalance to his own guarded nature.
- By the time youâre back, Loganâs more than happy to tuck you in, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. Youâre finally starting to settle, mumbling something about how much fun you had with him. He just smiles, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. âYouâre trouble,â he murmurs, though you can hear the affection in his voice. He wouldnât have it any other way.
Remy LeBeau aka. Gambit
- Remy absolutely thrives on chaos, and heâs more than ready to encourage it the moment he sees youâve had a few drinks. When you suddenly decide itâs a great idea to âborrowâ someoneâs hat and start spinning it around like a magician, Remyâs right there, egging you on with a wicked grin and suggesting even wilder antics. âGo on, chĂŠrie, show âem what you got.â
- Heâs delighted when you turn to him with that mischievous sparkle in your eye, pulling him into your impromptu show. You two quickly become the center of attention as he plays along, letting you use his trench coat for added flair while he flourishes a deck of cards with his signature charm, drawing oohs and ahhs from the crowd.
- When you start loudly declaring that Remyâs âthe best-looking man in the room,â he just smirks and pulls you close, whispering, âTell me somethinâ I donât know, ma belle.â You can tell heâs absolutely eating up every bit of attention, and he makes sure to dip you dramatically on the dance floor, laughing along with you.
- Things escalate when you decide to start a card game with some nearby strangers, with Remyâs deck, of course. You might be a little hazy on the rules, but heâs having too much fun watching you bluff your way through. The two of you make a formidable (if slightly unorthodox) team, charming everyone at the table with your combined wit and unpredictability.
- Remy makes sure to keep you steady when you start wobbling a bit, an arm always draped around your shoulders as he guides you from one bit of chaos to the next. Heâs vigilant without being obvious, letting you have your fun while ensuring no one gets too handsy or tries to take advantage of your state.
- When the night winds down, he insists on carrying you back if youâre stumbling, laughing when you protest that you can walk just fine. Once home, he lays you on the bed with exaggerated gentleness, grinning down at you with that signature smirk of his. âMa belle, you certainly know how tâ keep things interestinâ,â he whispers before placing a soft kiss on your hand. For Remy, nights like this with you are what make life exciting.
Kurt Wagner aka. Nightcrawler
- Kurt is simultaneously amused and a bit alarmed when he realizes youâre tipsy. Heâs not used to you being so bold, so when you start loudly complimenting him and declaring him âthe handsomest guy in the room,â his cheeks turn a dark shade of blue. He tries to calm you down, but youâre too busy grabbing his hand and dragging him toward the dance floor.
- At first, Kurtâs hesitant to join you, worried that his appearance might draw stares. But youâre so unbothered and so full of joy that he canât help but relax, letting you lead him. His movements are clumsy but endearing, and he laughs along with you, his tail swishing in rhythm as he finally lets go of his worries, at least for tonight.
- When you start insisting on âshowing everyone his bamf trick,â Kurt chuckles nervously, trying to talk you out of it. But youâre persistent, so he finally gives in, teleporting the two of you across the room in a puff of smoke. Your delighted laughter is infectious, and he starts teleporting you both to random spots around the club, filling the room with giggles and gasps from onlookers.
- Eventually, you try to climb up on a table to make an âimportant announcement,â and Kurt quickly teleports you back down before you can get too carried away. Heâs laughing as he steadies you, but thereâs a hint of worry in his eyes. âMein liebe, maybe we should stick to safer activities, ja?â he teases, holding your hands firmly in his.
- As the night goes on, Kurt never strays far from your side. Heâs a mixture of amused, charmed, and just a little bit flustered by your antics, but heâs also keenly aware of the attention youâre drawing. When anyone tries to get a little too close, heâll bamf in between you and them, a protective look on his face as he politely but firmly keeps them at bay.
- Once youâre back home, heâs the sweetest caretaker, making sure youâre comfortable and tucking you in with a gentle smile. He holds your hand as you drift off, murmuring softly in German about how lucky he is to have someone as vibrant and fearless as you in his life. Even in your chaotic moments, Kurtâs love for you only grows stronger.
Scott Summers aka. Cyclops
- Scott is a bit hesitant when he notices youâve had a few too many drinks, but heâs dedicated to making sure youâre safe and enjoying yourself. When you start insisting on trying to wear his visor and âsee the world through his eyes,â heâs both flustered and exasperated, gently guiding your hands away with a laugh. âTrust me, you wouldnât want that,â he says, trying to keep a straight face as you pout.
- You surprise him by dragging him onto the dance floor, and Scott, ever the responsible one, initially tries to decline. But seeing you so excited and insistent, he finally gives in. He might be awkward at first, but he quickly adjusts to your rhythm, even pulling you close and twirling you in an attempt to match your enthusiasm.
- When you declare loudly to a few nearby patrons that Scott Summers is âthe best and most handsome leader,â he canât help but blush. Heâs clearly flattered and a bit embarrassed by the attention, but he just nods, smiling shyly, as you shower him with compliments. He feels oddly proud of your open affection, even if heâs a little overwhelmed by it.
- Scott keeps a close eye on you throughout the night, gently steering you away from any potential trouble or prying eyes. When someone bumps into you, causing you to stumble, heâs right there to steady you, one hand firmly on your waist. Heâs the picture of a protective boyfriend, subtly keeping others at bay while still letting you enjoy yourself.
- When you start to get a little too loud and insist on âmaking a toast to the greatest mutant leader ever,â Scott decides itâs probably time to get you home. He chuckles softly, catching your hand and guiding you out of the club, all the while listening to your increasingly dramatic proclamations of love and admiration. Heâs touched by it all, even if he wonât admit it.
- Back home, Scott helps you settle in, making sure youâre comfortable and well-hydrated. He sits by your side, holding your hand as you drowsily tell him how much you love him. Scott just smiles, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. âI love you too, even when youâre a handful,â he murmurs, content to stay by your side until you fall asleep.
Jean Grey aka. Marvel Girl / Phoenix
- Jean is equal parts entertained and concerned when she realizes youâre tipsy. Sheâs usually the responsible one, but she canât help but laugh when you start slurring your words and calling her your âfavorite telepathic goddess.â Jean blushes, clearly flattered by your adoration, and gently shushes you, though sheâs clearly enjoying every second of it.
- When you start dancing wildly, Jean initially tries to calm you down, worried about drawing attention. But seeing the joy in your eyes, she eventually lets her guard down and joins you, holding your hands and spinning you around as you laugh. Sheâs surprisingly graceful and a fantastic dancer, easily matching your energy and guiding you through the moves.
- At one point, you insist that you and Jean âshow off your telepathic connectionâ to the crowd. Jean laughs, gently steering you away from the idea. Instead, she subtly uses her powers to make sure you donât stumble, mentally guiding you to stay upright and steady. Her subtle help goes unnoticed by you, but sheâs just relieved to see you having fun.
- Jean finds herself laughing even more when you start a friendly debate with a nearby stranger about the âgeniusâ of her red hair. She canât believe how fiercely youâre defending her beauty, even as you insist itâs a âscientific factâ that sheâs the most gorgeous woman in the room. Jeanâs cheeks flush, and she wraps an arm around your waist, whispering, âYouâre adorable, you know that?â
- When you start to get tired, Jeanâs the perfect caretaker, gently guiding you out of the bustling club. She makes sure youâre cozy, even grabbing her own jacket to drape over your shoulders. She keeps a hand on you the entire way home, reassuring you and quietly laughing at your sleepy, affectionate murmurs.
- Once back, Jean gets you settled on the couch, brushing stray hair out of your face with the softest smile. You reach for her hand, mumbling something about how lucky you are to have her. She blushes, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. âIâm the lucky one,â she whispers, more to herself than to you, as she sits by your side until you drift off.
Ororo Munroe aka. Storm
- Ororo is incredibly amused when she realizes youâre tipsy; sheâs rarely seen this side of you, and she finds it adorable. When you start calling her your âqueen of the skiesâ and insisting she âmake it rain just for fun,â she laughs and gently pats your cheek, reminding you that some powers are best kept for emergencies.
- You grab her hand and pull her onto the dance floor, much to her surprise. Ororo might be a graceful and poised leader, but she has a playful side too. She lets you lead, laughing as you spin her around, her silver hair flowing around her as she dances with surprising ease. Itâs a rare sight, and you can tell sheâs having fun, loosening up just for you.
- When you start loudly telling everyone nearby that âOroro is the most powerful woman in the world,â she tries to shush you, laughing softly. Sheâs both flattered and slightly embarrassed by the attention, but she allows you to bask in her presence. Sheâll gently tease you for your enthusiasm, a fond look in her eyes as she watches you defend her honor.
- Ororoâs always watching out for you, subtly guiding you away from any potential trouble. If you start to stumble or look a little too wobbly, sheâs right there to steady you, her hand on your shoulder and a calm smile on her face. She finds a certain joy in taking care of you, grateful for this softer side of your relationship.
- At one point, you try to âcommand the windsâ like her, playfully imitating her powers. Ororo laughs, incredibly entertained by your antics. She doesnât mind the teasing, and she even indulges you by summoning a soft breeze that ruffles your hair, making you gasp in delight. âSee? The winds listen to you too,â she jokes with a wink.
- When youâre finally ready to head home, Ororo makes sure youâre comfortable, holding your hand and gently brushing your cheek as you murmur about how amazing she is. She chuckles softly, telling you stories of her adventures to help you relax. Once home, she tucks you in with a gentle kiss on your forehead, whispering, âSleep well, my love,â as she watches over you, content and deeply in love.
Anna Marie aka. Rogue
- Rogue is equal parts amused and nervous as she watches you go from a few drinks to a bit too tipsy. You start telling her sheâs âthe prettiest southern belle ever,â and she canât help but blush and laugh, giving you a playful shove. But thereâs a touch of worry in her eyesâsheâs protective and feels a need to make sure youâre okay.
- When you try to dance with her, Rogue hesitates, but your enthusiasm is contagious. She ends up joining you, making sure to keep her gloved hands carefully in place. Sheâs gentle but full of energy, matching your moves while constantly keeping an eye on you to make sure you donât trip over your own feet. Her laughter is light and warm, and she looks almost carefree.
- You start raving about how amazing Rogue is, telling random people nearby how sheâs âa hero who canât even touch people, but still manages to save the world.â She gets a bit flustered and shy, trying to hush you with a soft âsugar, thatâs enough,â but the pride in her eyes is unmistakable. No oneâs ever praised her like that before, and it means a lot.
- When someone accidentally bumps into you, and you look about ready to start a tipsy argument, Rogue steps in with a charming Southern drawl and defuses the situation. Sheâs got a sweet, calming presence when she wants to, and she manages to steer you away with ease, laughing about it afterward while holding your arm gently.
- Rogue knows when youâre reaching your limit and insists on taking you home, using a soft but firm tone to make sure you listen. She doesnât want anything bad to happen to you, and seeing you a bit out of it brings out her nurturing side. âAlright, sugar, letâs get ya back before you do somethinâ weâll both regret,â she says, guiding you with a patient smile.
- Once home, she sits with you, listening as you tell her how much you love her and appreciate her strength. Rogueâs heart swells with emotion, and she gently brushes a gloved hand along your cheek. âYouâre somethinâ special, darlinâ,â she murmurs, her voice warm and full of affection, staying with you until youâre sound asleep.
Erik Lehnsherr aka. Magneto
- Erik is a bit bemused but mostly wary when he notices youâre getting tipsy. Heâs used to maintaining control in every situation, and your loosened inhibitions make him a bit nervous. But when you start complimenting his intelligence and calling him âthe smartest, most powerful man in the room,â he lets a rare smile slip, finding your praise amusing.
- You start dragging him around, pointing at various metallic objects in the bar and insisting he show off his powers. He rolls his eyes at first, but he eventually indulges you by making a few small metallic items hover, just to see the joy on your face. Erik isnât one to perform tricks, but he finds himself unable to say no to you.
- When you loudly declare that âMagneto is the future of mutantkind,â he tries to quiet you, but heâs clearly flattered by your support. Heâs a man whoâs used to admiration but doesnât often receive it so openly. Thereâs a softness in his eyes as he places a firm hand on your shoulder, guiding you back to your seat with a chuckle.
- Erik stays close to you, watching with an amused smile as you stumble through conversations and rant about how incredible he is. Heâs fiercely protective, stepping in if anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way. Heâs calm, composed, and carries an air of authority that subtly warns others not to mess with you.
- At one point, you try to mimic his deep, imposing voice, quoting some of his more famous speeches. Heâs visibly amused, and even a bit impressed at how well you remember his words. Erik finds your respect for his ideals endearing, and he places a gentle hand on your back, chuckling as he listens to your tipsy impression.
- When itâs time to leave, heâs entirely in control, guiding you out with a strong arm around your shoulders. Once home, Erik sits with you, listening as you share your adoration for him. Heâs not the most openly affectionate man, but he reaches out, gently squeezing your hand as he says, âYour loyalty is a rare gift, and I donât take it lightly.â He stays by your side, quietly protective, until youâre resting peacefully.
Charles Xavier aka. Professor X
- Charles is endlessly patient as you start to get a little tipsy, a gentle smile on his face as you go from poised to adorably unfiltered. When you begin praising his brilliance and calling him âthe kindest genius in the world,â he chuckles, incredibly touched. âFlattery will get you everywhere,â he teases, his eyes warm with affection.
- You insist that he shows off his powers, and Charles tries to decline, but your insistence eventually makes him give in. He subtly uses his telepathy to give you an image of your favorite place, a soothing mental picture that instantly makes you smile. He finds joy in seeing you happy, and he uses his powers in the gentlest, most comforting way.
- Charles is protective and attentive, ensuring youâre comfortable and not getting yourself into any trouble. When you loudly declare your love for him in front of others, heâs both embarrassed and deeply moved, his cheeks flushing slightly. âYouâre quite the charmer tonight,â he whispers, his voice filled with warmth as he gently holds your hand.
- When someone tries to join your conversation, and youâre too tipsy to notice their intentions, Charles politely but firmly steps in, his calm authority enough to send them on their way. He might be gentle, but he can be firm when needed, and heâs especially vigilant when it comes to keeping you safe.
- You start telling Charles that heâs the greatest leader mutantkind could ever ask for, and heâs genuinely humbled, listening with a fond smile as you praise his wisdom and kindness. He doesnât always let himself accept such compliments, but coming from you, they mean the world to him, and he quietly thanks you with a soft, appreciative kiss on your hand.
- When itâs time to leave, he makes sure youâre steady, guiding you with gentle hands and a reassuring presence. Back home, he helps you get comfortable, listening as you continue to express your admiration for him. Charles smiles, stroking your hand and murmuring, âIâm grateful for your support more than you know.â He stays by your side, his calm and comforting presence grounding you until you drift off to sleep.
Bobby Drake aka. Iceman
- Bobby finds your drunken antics both hilarious and endearing. As the night progresses, you start comparing him to a âwalking snow coneâ and insisting that he make ice sculptures for you on demand. Bobby, always up for a bit of fun, humors you by creating little ice animals in the palm of his hand, laughing as your eyes light up in delight.
- When you slip on an ice patch he accidentally created, Bobby quickly catches you, apologizing profusely while chuckling. You start calling him your âsnow princeâ and playfully berate him for âmaking the world slippery.â He just grins, his hold on you steady, clearly enjoying your tipsy declarations and the way you cling to him.
- You insist on taking selfies with him, urging him to freeze up cute little props for the photos. Bobby goes all out, conjuring up ice hats, snowflake glasses, and even a tiny ice crown for you. By the end, your phone is full of adorable photos of the two of you laughing and posing together.
- When you go off on a tangent, telling the bartender and anyone nearby how incredible Bobby is, he gets a bit bashful but loves every second. Bobby has always loved being the center of attention, but hearing you proudly gush about him has him smiling like a fool. He playfully nudges you, saying, âKeep it coming, babe; I donât hear this enough!â
- When you get a bit too warm in the crowded room, Bobby uses his powers to create a gentle, cool breeze just for you. You giggle and thank him, calling him your âpersonal A/C,â and he chuckles, wrapping his arm around you and playfully cooling you down whenever you request it.
- By the end of the night, Bobby is happily holding you up, guiding you home with an arm around your shoulders. He listens as you continue to talk about how wonderful he is, and he just grins, giving you a quick, frosty kiss on the forehead. âYouâre pretty amazing yourself,â he says, staying with you until youâre safely tucked in and fast asleep.
Wanda Maximoff aka. The Scarlet Witch
- Wanda is amused by how talkative and unfiltered you get when youâre drunk. Sheâs often quiet and reserved herself, so seeing you let loose makes her smile. You start rambling about how âbeautiful and powerfulâ she is, and she blushes, trying to brush it off, but your sincerity warms her heart.
- When you ask her to use her powers to make things âmagical,â Wanda gently warns you, not wanting to attract too much attention. But when she sees the hopeful look in your eyes, she canât resist. With a subtle flick of her fingers, she makes tiny red sparks dance in the air around you, creating a little âmagic showâ that leaves you giggling with joy.
- At one point, you try to mimic her iconic hand gestures, waving your hands around dramatically as if casting a spell. Wanda laughs softly, guiding your hands in the proper motions. âLike this, darling,â she murmurs, her fingers intertwined with yours as she playfully shows you her âmagic moves.â
- When someone bumps into you a bit too roughly, Wanda steps forward, a protective fire in her eyes. Though she doesnât escalate the situation, thereâs a warning in her gaze that makes the person quickly apologize. She holds you close, whispering, âYouâre safe with me,â her voice soothing and reassuring.
- As the night goes on, you keep insisting that Wanda is âthe most powerful and amazing person ever,â and she laughs, flattered by your drunken praise. âYou might be a little biased,â she teases, but thereâs a soft blush on her cheeks, and you can tell sheâs deeply touched by your admiration.
- When itâs time to go home, Wanda wraps an arm around you, using a bit of her magic to guide you gently so you donât stumble. Once youâre home, she stays with you, listening as you continue to talk about how much you adore her. She strokes your hair and whispers, âYou mean the world to me too,â staying by your side until you drift off into a peaceful sleep.
Pietro Maximoff aka. Quicksilver
- Pietro finds your drunken state absolutely hilarious, especially when you start trying to mimic his super-speed by running around. He quickly catches you each time, his laughter filling the air as he playfully warns you that âYouâre not quite fast enough, babe!â
- You start challenging him to races, even though you know heâll win. Pietro humors you, letting you âwinâ a couple of times, but eventually, he zips past you with a playful smirk. âBetter luck next time!â he teases, only to scoop you up and spin you around when you pout about losing.
- When you get tired, Pietro is immediately by your side, lifting you into his arms without a second thought. You giggle and tell him heâs âbetter than a rollercoaster,â and he laughs, racing around just to hear your delighted squeals. He loves seeing you happy and will do anything to keep you smiling.
- When someone looks at you a bit too long for Pietroâs liking, heâs instantly protective, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and making it very clear that youâre his. He glares at the person until they look away, then turns back to you with a soft smile, his fingers brushing your cheek affectionately.
- You start bragging to strangers about Pietroâs speed, telling them heâs âthe fastest guy in the world,â and Pietro just laughs, loving how proud you are of him. âKeep it up, and Iâll have to show off even more,â he says, giving you a cheeky wink as he zips around the room, just to impress you.
- By the end of the night, heâs carrying you home, his arms strong and steady around you as he runs. You cling to him, your arms wrapped around his neck, and he smiles, whispering, âIâve got you, always.â Once youâre home, Pietro stays by your side, listening as you drift off, mumbling about how much you love him. He kisses your forehead, whispering, âLove you too, my slowpoke.â
Emma Frost aka. The White Queen
- Emma finds your drunken state absolutely fascinating, especially when you become more playful and bold. Normally calm and reserved, you start teasing her about her âicyâ demeanor, and sheâs amused, a rare smirk on her face as she listens to you try to âcrackâ her tough exterior. Sheâs secretly charmed by your confidence.
- When you dramatically declare that sheâs âthe most beautiful woman in the world,â Emma rolls her eyes with a soft laugh but secretly enjoys every word. Sheâs used to compliments, but something about hearing them from you, even in your tipsy state, makes her feel genuinely adored. Sheâll brush a hand over your cheek, murmuring, âCareful with those compliments, darlingâyouâre liable to spoil me.â
- As the night progresses, you start showing off for her, attempting overly elaborate gestures and winking clumsily. Emma finds your efforts hilarious but still looks at you with genuine affection. Her fingers brush yours, and she lets herself be a bit softer with you, impressed by your uninhibited side.
- When someone gives you a bit too much attention, Emma is instantly protective. Sheâll stand close to you, radiating that commanding aura, and make it clear that youâre taken. Sheâll give you a subtle nod, as if to say, âDonât worryâIâve got you,â and her calm confidence reassures you instantly.
- You get a little bolder as the night goes on, playfully daring her to dance or try something âun-Emma-like.â Amused and intrigued, she might indulge you, swaying slightly to the music or even placing your hand in hers for a private moment. Sheâll laugh, saying, âYouâre lucky Iâm in a generous mood tonight,â though you can tell sheâs enjoying herself.
- When itâs time to leave, Emma makes sure youâre steady, her arm around your waist as she guides you to the car. Sheâll whisper little reassurances, telling you how much she appreciates this rare, open side of you. Once home, sheâll help you settle in, her voice soft and reassuring, reminding you that sheâs there for you completely.
Raven DarkhĂślme aka. Mystique
- Mystique is both amused and intrigued by your drunken state. Normally guarded, you become surprisingly talkative, telling her all sorts of stories. She listens with a raised eyebrow, smirking at your candidness. âSo, this is what I miss when youâre sober?â sheâll tease, clearly enjoying this rare glimpse into your unfiltered thoughts.
- You keep reaching out to touch her, fascinated by her blue skin and how it shifts under your fingers. Mystique finds this endearing, gently teasing you but allowing you to trace her features. Sheâs rarely this vulnerable, but your innocent curiosity brings out a softer side, and she even leans into your touch.
- When you start rambling about how âamazingâ and âmysteriousâ she is, Mystique just chuckles, a rare, genuine smile crossing her face. Normally, she brushes off praise, but hearing it from you makes her feel appreciated in a way sheâs not used to. She might even mutter, âCareful, or Iâll start believing you.â
- As the night goes on, you get into a bit of mischief together, with Mystique indulging your chaotic ideas. Sheâll shift into different forms to amuse you, and you giggle every time she surprises you with a new face. Her laughter is warm and genuine, her guard completely down as she shares these fun moments with you.
- If anyone even looks at you the wrong way, Mystiqueâs protective instincts kick in. Sheâll throw a deadly glare their way, making it very clear that youâre off-limits. Her fierce loyalty to you is both comforting and thrilling, and you find yourself feeling safe and cherished in her presence.
- When itâs time to go, she keeps an arm around you, guiding you back with quiet reassurances. She murmurs little words of comfort, her voice softer than usual, and even hums a low melody to keep you calm. Once home, she stays by your side, brushing your hair back and promising, âIâm here, always.â
Laura Kinney aka. X-23 / Wolverine
- Laura is a bit confused by your drunken antics, as sheâs not exactly used to seeing you so uninhibited. She watches with curiosity and maybe a little amusement as you sway around, stumbling slightly. Laura finds herself oddly charmed by this side of you, even if sheâs unsure how to respond at first.
- You keep reaching out to hold her hand or touch her arm, and though Laura is usually reserved, she lets you. Your affection surprises her, but sheâs not one to pull away, especially with you. When you look up at her with that tipsy grin, she canât help the tiny smile that breaks through her usual stoic expression.
- When you start playfully teasing her, calling her âyour fierce protectorâ and joking about her serious demeanor, Laura is both amused and a bit flustered. Sheâs never had someone look at her like you do, with so much warmth and admiration, and your words mean more to her than sheâll let on.
- As the night goes on, Laura gets a bit protective. If you start wandering or leaning too close to others, sheâll gently pull you back, her grip steady but careful. âStay close,â sheâll murmur, her voice soft but firm, a little blush on her cheeks as she realizes just how much she likes keeping you safe.
- You keep talking about how âamazingâ she is, going on and on about her strength, courage, and loyalty. Laura is taken aback, not used to hearing such open admiration, but she listens quietly, her heart swelling with pride. She doesnât say much, but her hand stays in yours, squeezing gently whenever you look her way.
- By the end of the night, sheâs helping you home, a quiet but steady presence by your side. Laura makes sure youâre comfortable, brushing hair from your face as you drift off. Before leaving, she murmurs, âIâll always keep you safe,â her voice barely a whisper. She stays nearby, her protective instincts on high, ensuring youâre well cared for as you sleep.
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âËâšď˝Ą i'll stay on this drive for as long as you'd like | fushiguro megumi
wc: 3.2k
summary: megumi knows you a lot better than you think.
contains: f!reader in mind but can be read as gn!reader, non-curse!au, college!au, established relationship, hurt/comfort.
a/n: some songs for the vibe: streetcar - daniel caesar, the movies - nightly, night drive - red velvet.
part: 1 | 2 | 3 series m.list: by your passenger seat
part of the in's and out's new year/birthday event | request prompt: acting like itâs okay when you know itâs too muchÂ
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Itâs on the drive back from one of your friendsâ graduation afterparty that Megumi can tell somethingâs off.Â
The trees whizzing past your window begin to dwindle, commercial buildings replacing them bit by bitâa clear sign of your trip drawing further away from the party venue and closer to the bustling streets of home.Â
He looks over to you every now and then, your back pressed against the black leather seats of his sedan. That spot is yours, adjusted and fitted to your liking; on most days, you settle into it comfortably, but tonight, you sit with unease.Â
Thereâs a tightness around your shoulders that extends all the way down to your clenched fists, and if it still isnât any obvious from that, itâs one look at how you bite down tensely on your jaw that gives you away completely.Â
Are you cold? He wonders, then checks the AC.Â
Spring has brought in warmer days, but the nights are unpredictableâ
His brows furrow, one hand tightening around the steering wheel as he uses the other to increase the temperature slightly. Just in case.Â
âyouâre still wearing the microfleece jacket he brought to the afterparty.Â
Only a few words have been exchanged between you two so farâwhich is not unusual. Car rides with you are typically silent, comfortable in that either of you can speak whenever you want; thereâs never any pressure to fill in empty pauses and long stretches of nothingness.Â
Itâs always a shared look, maybe a touch; a joint experience in enjoying each other's company despite not doing much.
But, this quiet is different. Tense. One thatâs riddled with feelings you seem to be hiding.Â
Megumi can tell.Â
You pick your nails from his periphery, your lower lip caught between your teeth as you focus on the road straight ahead. On your lap rests your phone, filled with songs queued up for CarPlayâa task youâve made your own since marking your permanence in his passenger seat.Â
A slow reverb plays as the accompaniment to your silence, and the song is familiar, one he knows full well exists in some of your vaguely named mood playlists.Â
âSometimes you just want to feel something, yâknow?â
And Megumi thinks thatâs all fine and good; Kugisakiâs called him ��moodyâ more than a few times. But he watches you now and he canât even tell what youâre feeling exactly, just that you donât feel okay.
He hears you take in a breath.Â
In the years youâve known each other, Megumiâs learned that you tell him most things, but only when youâre ready. Itâs not a problem with him, itâs just your way of processing thingsâis how you explained it.Â
Still, something about the way youâd gradually curled in on yourself and avoided most of the nightâs conversations makes him feel worried. It gives him the sinking feeling that if he doesnât ask about it now, youâll let tonight play out like nothingâs wrong; youâll sweep it under the rug and when he asks about it next time, youâll dust it off like it never happened to begin with.Â
Then heâll never know.
And, that doesnât sit well with him at all.Â
His eyes glance over at the directions on his CarPlay. The breath he takes is crucial, inhaled with contemplation before itâs released with his decision.Â
At the end of the songâs chorus, right before it changes key for the bridge, Megumi takes a detour. His palm lays flat on the wheel as he turns it to the left abruptly. An excuse waits at the tip of his tongue, ready to spill out for when you sayâ
âI think we were supposed to go straightâŚâ your voice trails off, equal parts unsure and fragile.Â
âGojo-sensei wants me to check out a property,â he lies, straight through his teeth. It doesnât sound too far off from a real possibility.Â
âOh,â you mumble, more resigned than usual as your fingers reach for the screen. âDo you want me to pin it?âÂ
âNo need,â he pauses, eyes momentarily flitting over to your hand.Â
The thought simmers for only a second before he reaches for your fingers with his own, interlacing them together and stroking your knuckles with his thumb; back and forth, gently.
Itâs a habit heâs developed in well over the year that youâve been together; a grounding sign of his affection that no longer flusters him as much as it used to. It means many things, but he hopes you can tell what heâs trying to say right nowâ
âI want you to tell me what youâre thinking,â as he rests your interlaced hands on your thigh.
The warmth on your lap causes you to look up, your lips curling up into a tight smile.Â
His grip on the steering wheel tightens.Â
Maybe you think it does the job, but Megumi knows you; he knows how you breathe when youâre anxious, knows the way your eyelashes flutter when youâre on the brink of tears. He knows when your smile isnât any bit genuine, when it fails to reach your eyes and you turn away quickly as if to hide that fact.Â
He clasps your hands together and squeezes.Â
You hold your breath, turning your head to watch the view: city buildings reverting back to trees.Â
It runs down the side of the road in an endless stream, along with time, and the unease that settles in his stomach when you donât respond to his squeeze with familiar grip.Â
He looks on ahead.Â
Megumi has no idea where the fuck heâs driving to; the directions on his CarPlay constantly reroute him back to your neighborhood, but heâs taking every wrong turn and crossing every road he isnât supposed to just to buy some more time to stay in this ride with you.Â
âThis is that new artist youâve been talking about lately, right?â he attempts.
You only hum.Â
The car slows for a red on the stoplight ahead, and he tells himself heâll give you this time and wait until it ends. If after this, youâre still quietâ
It turns green.Â
ââIs everything okay?â he makes sure to look at you when he asks.Â
When your eyes meet his, he can already tell what front youâre about to play up. Itâs painful when he watches your face shift into something else, eyes forcibly widening as your smile pulls tightly at your cheeks.
âYep! Why wouldnât it be?âÂ
He hates it.Â
How can you pretend to sound happy in front of him, of all people, too?Â
He turns away, eyes focusing back on the road. Your hand remains clasped in his, still unmoving; Megumi doesnât know you like thisâyouâve only ever squeezed back just as tightly, if not more, holding onto him all the way home.Â
The furrow between his brows deepens as his finger taps lightly on the wheel. Restless.Â
He allows the silence to stretch on.
.
A few more minutes find him driving past missed turns and wrong roundabouts, the scenery around you transforming into empty fields of tall grass dimly lit by lampposts. The lights fade in and out on repeat, casting itself as hazy, muddled hues upon your face.
Megumi glances from time-to-time, catching your reflection on the window of his passenger seat.Â
The expression on your face remains tight, pulled together in an effort to keep it together. And Megumi isnât typically one to pry, nor is he the type to outright intervene with what others are going throughâ
But, he just wants you to tell him whatâs wrong.Â
The feeling scratches at him, a quiet torture as it turns him impatient. He can only grind his teeth.Â
Your songs continue to play as he drives down empty roads, each one turning sadder than the last. And he wonders for a moment when itâll end; if listening to these songs for long enough will make you feel any betterâenough at least, for you to begin to open up.Â
In the midst of his rumination, you move, angling yourself away from him ever so slightly as you reach up to run your fingers through your hair, microfleece sleeve brushing against your cheeks lightly.Â
You donât think he sees you, heâs sure, but he spots you on your reflectionâ
The window of his passenger seat is pitch black, already heavily tinted on its own, but exacerbated more by the darkness of the evening outside. It lends itself as the perfect blank slate to return any image that light casts upon it. Tonight, its subject happens to be you.
âwith tears streaming down your face.Â
And it makes his chest ache, heart sinking straight to his stomach.Â
The breath you take is heartbreakingly still, a staggered inhale that is so careful and so considerate of the fact that you donât want him to hear it hitch. Your lips are trembling, bitten down to keep in any sob that might spill out.Â
Megumi hates this the most, heâs decided.Â
He clenches his jaw.Â
Just a few meters ahead is a clearing lit up by another lamppost. The road is vacant enough for him to pull the car over to the side, still leaving room for other cars to pass by.Â
So he decides.
Pushing the hazard button and signaling to turn, Megumi slows the car down to a stop. You wipe at your face quickly when you notice, trying discreetly to fix yourself up before facing him.Â
âDid something happen?â
Your sniffle slips.Â
He doesnât say anything, shifting the gear into park as he leans back on his seat. The leather squeaks under his movement, each noise amplified now that the car is completely still.
Megumi takes a deep breath.
âNothing happened,â he starts, considering his next actions very carefully as he turns to face you.Â
His fingers reach up slowly, gently wiping at the tips of your eyelashes; your tears glisten at its tips.Â
Something in your expression shifts, the front you put up gradually turning into guilt.Â
(He knows; heâs noticed you this entire night.)Â
Time stops for Megumi in moments you never know: when you laugh, and your cheeks lift life to your eyes; when you hold him, by hand or by heartâhe canât tell the difference sometimes; when you tell him you love him, whether whispered against his collarbone or spoken through your lips locked in his.
You look pretty in all of them, you always do; even now, drowning in the fabric of his clothes with strands of your hair kissing your nose.Â
Itâs enough to already make his chest hurt.Â
But then your tears begin to spill over, rushing down in streams over your cheeks, and he canât put a name to this feelingâthis immense pressure that sinks down to his stomach, twisting and aching. Itâs worse than what he felt moments ago.Â
His thumbs press themselves to the dampness under your eyes, wiping away where he can as he cradles the rest of your face.Â
Megumi is the last person anyone would ever call to handle tears, but his body moves on its own when it leans towards you. It feels natural, right, when his lips rest softly against your forehead, fingers slotting themselves around your ears.Â
Your hands hold onto his wrists firmly, as if grounding yourself.Â
âPlease tell me whatâs wrong.âÂ
He adjusts himself, quickly releasing his seatbelt to lean over the center console. Itâs awkward and uncomfortable, andâ
(Itâs hard, you want to tell him. Nothing ever seems enough sometimes.)Â
You tuck your face in the crook of his neck, your arms hooking themselves around his back and onto his shoulders.Â
âDid Iââ he starts, unsure, as he brings a hand up to cradle the back of your head, âIs it it me?âÂ
You shake your head.Â
(Of course, it isnât. How can it be?)
âI donât know what to do, Megumi,â you mumble, choked up as you inch away from him to rub at your eyes.Â
He waits for you to continue.
âWe just graduated,â your fingers grip at your pants, âI should be happy, and I am, but,â you hiccup, âeveryone has all these plans and big dreams and,â a deep breath, âI donât even know what I want to do.âÂ
(Your tears soak through your speech, punctuating them in drenched uncertainty.
Everything throbs, a heavy thumping beating in your head. The only thing that cuts through is the familiar âclickâ of the door unlocking, Megumiâs hand on the handle as you turn towards him curiously.)Â
âLetâs step outside,â he directs, his door already half-open.Â
When you move to follow suit, he turns off the engine before stepping outside.
The crisp air of spring is sharper in the evening, littering goosebumps down the sides of his arms. A breeze picks up and brushes against his ears, but being near you, in any capacity, has always been enough to make his insides feel warm.Â
He circles around the front of the car to get to your side, pausing a few steps in front of you, as if asking for permission.Â
You take a step and then another, tears welling up as you inch closer for a hug.Â
âI donât know,â you admit, voice small as you slack in his hold. He tucks you under his chin, hand cradling the back of your head again. âI always thought Iâd figure it out eventually,â you continue, âbut weâre here and I havenât, andâŚâÂ
Your grip on him tightens.
âDid anyone trigger this earlier?â he asks softly, his finger rubbing against the nape of your neck.Â
(Thatâs the problem, thoughâthere isnât anyone in particular. You know Megumi is asking so he can steer you clear of any future interactions with said person, but thatâs not the case; itâs all you and the things youâve overheard. All you and the things you see on your social media feedâan insecurity that drowns out anything else around you.Â
People often mean well when they ask what youâre up to, but your response always leaves a bitter, acrid aftertaste when you feel like you can never give them an honest answer.)Â
You shake your head, digging your face deeper into his neck. Your lips tickle his skin when you speak, âJust overheard stuff.â
Megumi sighs, holding you closer.Â
He blinks once, taking in the clear open fields and the endless road ahead. Up above, stars splatter white against the sky, and if he listens closely, heâll hear the faintest hiss of the springtime breeze.Â
âItâs all just⌠noise,â he mumbles, lips pressing on the crown of your head. âYou always tell meâŚâ in the depths of his mind he fishes for a memory as proof, âeverything else is just noise when you have me and good music with you.âÂ
He feels shy recounting it word-by-word, heat rising to his cheeks; but Megumi has never been good at comfort, and this is his honest attempt at that.Â
You chuckle sadly, a little watery as you reply, âItâll just be me and the music when you leave though.âÂ
And even though this is your honest attempt at taking the situation lightly, the statement hits him square in the chest with its gravity. Â
He hums and chooses to linger with you in the quiet, the occasional wisps of wind whizzing in the background.Â
Thereâs not a lot Megumi can say thatâll make any of his statements valid, because all his plans have been laid out since his third year in uni: work his way through his course (which he did, in flying colors, actually), bag an internship (which he also did, for an extended contract too), and eventually land a job offer (which he also just did, a few days ago for a company in Kyoto).Â
But, there is one thing he knows he can say with utmost certainty:Â Â
âWeâll figure it out together.âÂ
Your head whips up quickly, brows furrowing as you give him a look.Â
(If itâs what you think heâs implying, you wonât allow it. He has toâ)
â...âll still go. Youâll kill me if I donât.â he huffs, leaning back to get a better look at you.
You look confused.Â
(Megumi staying behind in Tokyo isnât even an option for you; not when he has an attractive offer waiting for him in Kyoto, and most especially not when the only reason heâd be staying is because of you.
Youâd been the one who encouraged him to apply and you promised yourself that youâd continue to support him all the way through. The fact that heâs leaving is sad, but youâll never forgive yourself if you end up being the reason heâs held back from something so good.)
âIâll visit,â he tucks your hair behind your ear, âor you can stay with me whenever you want while we figure something out for you.âÂ
âYou can lean on me.âÂ
(His eyes meet yours sincerely, deep blue speckled with street-lit hues. Itâs honest, and he only means to reassure you, but something inside you is sayingâ)
âYouâre not⌠youâre not a failure, or a disappointment, or whatever, just because youâre having a hard time figuring it out by yourself.â he continues to speak, finding the right words as his hands fall down to press on your waist. âItâs why Iâm here.âÂ
(âyou should still feel bad. Your life is your responsibility, and Megumi shouldnât be the one holding onto all the pieces when youâre struggling to get it together. And yetâ)
When you open your mouth to rebut, Megumi, somehow, already knows what youâre about to say.Â
âItâs not baggage, and even if you insist it is,â he pauses, as if working a way to verbalize how he feels. His eyes hold yours in this moment, tears welling up along your lash line; there is a weight to what heâs about to reveal.Â
He takes a breath, swallowing.Â
âI want to take it on with you.âÂ
Your tears fall and Megumi catches them, his thumbs gently pressing against your cheeks.Â
(There are a lot more thoughts racing through your mind, but for now you focus on the peace he offers you. Megumi is rarely verbal with his feelings, so hearing him be so open like this means more to you than anything.)
âOkay,â you rest your forehead against his collarbone.Â
Megumi pulls you closer as you both stand by his car, his arms a steady stronghold that grounds you. He gives you a few more moments of quiet until he feels ready to ask, âAre you ready to head home?â
You lift your face from his chest, eyes puffed up and a little dry. Your hand searches for his, interlacing your fingers together when you find it resting against the small of your back.Â
âCan we drive for a little bit longer?â
He nods and his lips curl up into a smile, small and knowing as he opens the car door.Â
But before you go back in, his hands take hold of yours, rubbing them gently to heat them from the cold. He brings your fingertips up to his lips, the display of affection rendering him pink, still (to you, the look on his face never gets old); he kisses them lightly before he lets go, walking to his side of the car so he can stay on this drive for as long as youâd like, until youâre ready to go home.Â
a/n: i hope you enjoyed! thank you so much for reading 𼺠writing this was deeply personal, and writing megs will always be one of my favourite things đĽş
thank you notes: @pastelle-rabbit for thinking about drive megs with me and sending me songs! 𼺠+ @ceroseis @mieiri for everything always đĽş
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Firsts pt.1 - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)
Some firsts, like Small firsts, only NSFW version - pt1 / pt2 /
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
warnings: unprotected sexual activities, like all sorts.
Also, wrap it before you tap it
wordcount: +4K
a/n: This is part 1, to possibly a 4 part thing. It ran from me and it was getting huge.
a/n 2: Loved all the prompts, thank you for everyone who sent them.
As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!
EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER, -18 DO NOT INTERACT
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First time without worrying about protection
"Do you think itâs a good time?" Y/n asked, her voice soft as she looked over at Lewis. The question had been lingering in her mind, and she could tell it was on his too, ever since she told him she wouldnât be putting another IUD in for a while.
They had spent the day surrounded by Lewis's familyâhis niece and nephew running around, his mum laughing, the warmth of family life filling every corner of the house. It had been perfect. But it had also stirred something in them, something she couldn't ignore any longer.
Lewis was quiet for a moment, his eyes focused on the road ahead, but she could see the wheels turning in his head. âIâve been thinking about that tooâ he admitted, his voice thoughtful. âWith you not on any birth control, I mean. It feels like⌠maybe itâs the sign weâve been looking for.â
Y/n nodded, the warmth of the sun shining through the window matching the warmth she felt at his words. âItâs been on my mind all day⌠seeing you with your family⌠it made me realize how much I want that for us.â
Lewis glanced over at her, his expression thoughtful, but a hint of hesitation in his eyes. âThatâs all Iâve always wanted.â he said softly, keeping his eyes on the road. âButâŚâ
"But you're not sure itâs the right time," she finished for him, her voice understanding.
He nodded, his grip on the steering wheel tightening slightly. âItâs not that I donât want that with you. I do. More than anything. Our own pack running ramped. But with racing⌠What if Iâm not there enough? What if I miss out? What if youâre left to deal with too much?â
Y/n reached over, placing her hand on his, her touch gentle but firm. âI get it, Lew. I really do. And I love how much you care about being there, about being a good father.â She sighted before continuing âI think the decision to not get another iud made me realize how much I actually want this. Our own family.â
He was quiet for a moment, processing her words. The sound of the tires on the road was the only noise as they both let the weight of the conversation settle in.
âYou really think weâre ready?â Lewis finally said, his voice low but not lacking conviction at all.
âYeahâ she said after she reached for his hand with both of hers. âWe donât have to rush it, though⌠letâs see where life takes us. No pressure, no expectations. If it happens, it happens.â
Lewis turned to look at her as they stopped at a red light, his eyes searching hers. âYouâre really sure about this?â
âI amâ she replied, her voice steady now. âIâm ready to start our family.â
The light turned green, but Lewis didnât move immediately. He leaned over, pressing a kiss to her hand still resting on his. âOkay,â he said softly. âLetâs see what happens. No more protection, no more overthinking. Weâll take this time and just⌠let it be.â.â
The rest of the drive was filled with a comfortable silence, their decision bringing a new sense of anticipation between them. When they got home, the atmosphere was charged with an unspoken understanding. But instead of immediately acting on their decision, they spent the rest of the evening wrapped up in each otherâs company, the weight of their choice lingering in the background.
The next day, Y/n noticed Lewis watching her more closely than usual. His eyes seemed to follow her every move, lingering on the curve of her hips, the way her body swayed as she walked. It was as if he was seeing her in a new light, imagining her with their child, and it made his heart race.
That evening, as she was getting ready for bed, Y/n caught him staring at her in the bathroom mirror. She raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. âYouâve been staring at me all day, Mr. Hamilton. Whatâs on your mind?â
Lewis smiled, his eyes darkening with desire as he stepped closer. âI couldnât help it. Iâve been thinking about you⌠about us. About you carrying our child.â
Her smirk softened into a tender smile as she turned to face him. âAnd what exactly have you been thinking?â
Instead of answering, Lewis closed the distance between them, his hands sliding around her waist as he pulled her close. His lips found hers in a kiss that was slow, deep, and full of unspoken promises. The need in him was palpable, and Y/n felt it too, a longing that had been building since their conversation the day before.
Without breaking the kiss, Lewis guided her back to the bedroom, his touch gentle but insistent, their clothes discarded piece by piece along the way, until they were finally pressed together, skin to skin, their breaths mingling in the quiet of the room.
When they reached the bed, he paused, looking into her eyes as if asking for permission. Y/n gave a slight nod, her breath hitching in anticipation.
They fell onto the bed together, their movements slow and deliberate. Lewisâs hands caressed her body, his touch familiar and tender, but with a new depth, a new meaning behind it. They were no longer just making loveâthey were creating something, laying the foundation for the future they both wanted so desperately.
Lewis took his time, kissing every inch of her skin, his lips lingering on the spots he knew made her shiver. âI love you,â he murmured against her collarbone, his voice thick with emotion.
âI love youâ Y/n replied, her fingers threading through his hair as he moved lower, worshipping her with every touch.
When he finally entered her, it was with a reverence that took her breath away. He moved slowly, their bodies perfectly in sync, their rhythm a witness to the years they had spent together.
Each thrust a promise, each sigh of their shared dreams they were finally taking the step towards.
âTell me if itâs too much,â Lewis whispered, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.
âItâs perfect,â Y/n replied, her eyes meeting his, her hands gripping his shoulders as he moved within her. âDonât stop. Please, donât stop.â
He didnât. He kept going, his pace steady, his focus entirely on her. The softness of their lovemaking was intoxicating, the connection between them deeper than ever. Y/n felt herself unraveling, the pleasure building slowly, spreading through her body in waves.
He made love to her like his life depended on it, every touch, every kiss, every movement filled with an intensity that left her breathless.
âLewâŚâ Y/n whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.
âI know,â he murmured, his lips brushing against her ear as he buried himself deep inside her, his body trembling. âI canât stop thinking about it. About you⌠full of me.â
âYouâre so beautiful,â Lewis breathed close to her ear when she hissed at how deep his thrusts were, his lips brushing against her skin as he continued to move. âI canât believe how lucky I am. Iâll get to see you with our childâ
âWe both areâ she whispered back, her voice trembling with emotion. âAnd weâre going to be even luckier⌠soon.â
Her words seemed to spur him on, his thrusts becoming slightly more urgent, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to keep his control. But this wasnât about rushing to the finishâit was about savoring every moment, every touch, every look.
Y/nâs hands slid down to his back, her nails lightly dragging across his skin, urging him closer, deeper. The pressure was building within her, and she knew she was close.
âLewâŚâ she breathed, her voice hitching with the effort of holding back. âIâm so closeâŚâ
âYeah?!â he whispered; his voice raw with need. âLet go, baby. Let go with me.â
And she did. With a soft cry, she let the pleasure wash over her, her body trembling as she came apart in his arms. Lewis followed a few thrusts later, his own release shuddering through him as he buried his face in the crook of her neck, their bodies entwined, their breaths mingling as they rode out the waves together.
When it was over, they lay there, still tangled in each other, the room filled with the soft sounds of their breathing. Lewis lifted his head to look at her, a lazy, satisfied smile on his lips.
âYou okay?â he asked, his voice soft.
âMore than okay,â Y/n replied, a matching smile spreading across her face
Lewis chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. âYou know, I might just stay like this a bit longer. Just making sure it sticks.â
Y/n laughed, a warm, genuine sound that filled the room. âYeah? Youâre really committed, arenât you?â
âYapâ he said, settling back down and giving her nose a light kiss. âIâve always been a fan of thoroughness.â
âLooks like Iâve got the right man for the job thenâ she teased, her eyes twinkling with affection.
Lewis grinned, pressing a kiss to her forehead. âAll part of the plan. I want to make sure every moment counts.â
First drunken sex
The warmth of the alcohol buzzed through Y/nâs veins, her thoughts pleasantly blurred, and her body humming. Everything felt heightenedâevery touch, every sound, every breath.
She couldnât keep her hands off Lewis; his skin was magnetic, drawing her in closer, deeper. Her fingers, clumsy yet insistent, traced the curve of his jaw, the light stubble prickling under her touch as she pulled him closer.
âY/nâŚâ Lewisâs voice was soft, slurred slightly, as he tried to focus on her face. His lips were so close, but he wasnât moving to close the distance. Not yet.
She leaned in, her breath warm and heavy with the scent of whiskey, brushing against his cheek as she whispered, âLewis... letâs just have fun.â She giggled, the sound slightly off-balance, just like her thoughts.
He raised an eyebrow, trying to keep his footing as Y/n swayed dangerously close to tipping over. âAre you sure youâre not too drunk for this?â he asked, one hand steadying her by the waist.
She waved off his concern with a lazy hand, her other hand sliding up his chest. âNah, Iâm just⌠tipsy.â She grinned, a mischievous glint in her eyes. âAnd very, very horny.â
Lewis chuckled, but his grip on her tightened as she nearly tripped over her own feet. âWe should take it slow, loveâ he suggested, though the look in her eyes was making it hard to stick to his resolve.
âSlow?â She pouted, batting her lashes exaggeratedly. âBut I want fast, Lew. Fast and⌠rough!â She tugged at his shirt, trying to pull him closer, but only managing to stumble back onto the bed, pulling him down with her.
He caught himself just in time, hovering over her as she sprawled out on the sheets, laughing at their clumsy tumble. âOkay, youâre actually going to lie down for a bitâ he said, his voice tinged with amusement.
Y/n shook her head, reaching up to pull him down onto the bed with her. âNope. No lying down. Not yet.â She giggled again, the sound more of a hiccup this time. âIâve got plans for you, Sir.â
âOh really?â He smirked, trying to stay composed as she tugged him closer, her breath hot against his neck.
âUh-huh.â She nodded, her fingers working on the buttons of his shirt, though they fumbled more than they succeeded. âBut you gotta let me lead, okay? You just⌠just follow what I say.â
Lewis chuckled, letting her work at the buttons even though it was clear she wasnât getting anywhere fast. âAnd what exactly are these plans?â he asked, his voice teasing as he finally reached down to help her with his shirt.
Y/n beamed up at him, clearly pleased with herself as she finally got one button undone. âWell, first⌠first, we get you naked.â She giggled again, her hands moving more quickly now, though not any more successfully. âThen I get naked. And thenâŚâ She trailed off, her fingers freezing as she forgot what she was saying.
âAnd then?â he prompted, an amused grin tugging at the corners of his mouth as he watched her try to piece together her thoughts.
She blinked up at him, her expression confused for a moment before she burst into laughter. âI forgot what comes next!â she admitted, her laughter infectious as she collapsed back onto the pillows.
Lewis shook his head, laughing along with her. âYouâre really something, you know that?â
âYeah, yeahâ she said, still giggling as she reached up to pull him down into a kiss. âAnd you love it.â
He smiled against her lips, kissing her back gently, savoring the taste of whiskey and the sweetness of her. âI doâ he murmured, his resolve weakening as she deepened the kiss, her hands wandering lower, more purposeful now despite the alcohol. âBut maybe we shouldââ
âShhh.â She pressed a finger to his lips, her other hand slipping under his shirt to trace the lines of his muscles. âNo more talking. Just⌠just touch me, okay?â
He groaned softly as her touch made him shutter, the alcohol amplifying every sensation. âYouâre impossible,â he muttered, but he didnât pull away. Instead, he let her guide him, his hands following the path she set, moving over her body as she arched into him.
âThatâs it,â she whispered, her voice breathy with need as she guided his hands lower, her hips rolling up to meet his touch under her lingerie. âJust like thatâŚâ
He obliged, though every so often he had to steady her as she nearly lost her balance, the room spinning slightly around them. âYouâre sure about this?â he asked one last time, his voice letting through he was having a hard time containing himself.
âPositive,â she replied, her tone leaving no room for doubt. âJust⌠follow my lead, Lew. Just this onceâ
He smiled, shaking his head at her persistence, but he let her take control, his hands sliding over her body as she undressed him, their movements clumsy but full of laughter and desire. They fumbled with clothes, bumping heads and elbows.
Finally, when they were both naked, Y/n pushed him back onto the bed, straddling his hips as she looked down at him, her eyes dark with desire and a bit less alcohol then when they started.
âNow, we have fun,â she declared, her voice filled with drunken confidence as she began to move.
He groaned, his hands gripping her hips to steady her as she set the pace. Her movements were a little too fast, a little too unsteady.
âBabe. Slow.â he muttered, though he couldnât stop the smile that spread across his face as he followed her lead.
âOps, sorry.â she replied laughing, breathless as she moved against him, her laughter turning into gasps of pleasure as they found a slower rhythm, their bodies moving together in a drunken dance that was both chaotic and perfect in its own way.
Her unsteady pace and fervor kept pushing him closer to the edge far too quickly. He felt the familiar tightening in his lower belly, the building pressure that signaled he was about to lose control. âY/n, Iâmââ he tried to warn her, but she just smirked down at him, her hips grinding harder against him.
âDonât you dare stop,â she whispered, her tone dripping with mischief as she kept moving, her own desire spurring her on.
He tried to hold back, but it was no use. With a low, desperate groan, he felt himself teetering on the brink.
Instinctively, his hand reached between them, aiming for her clit to bring her over the edge with him, but she swatted his hand away, her voice firm despite the tremor in it. âNope. Told you, Iâm in the lead.â
He could only watch as she took control, her eyes locked on his as she began to rub her own clit, her fingers moving in tight circles while she used his body to reach her pleasure.
The sight of her, the feel of her, it was too much. With a choked gasp, he came, his body shaking beneath her as she continued to ride him through it, her own gasps and moans filling the room.
She was relentless, her fingers working her clit with intensity, using every thrust and grind to push herself closer. He could do nothing but watch, his breath ragged, as she brought herself to the brink. And when she finally tumbled over, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm, the sound of his name on her lips was the sweetest thing heâd ever heard.
She finally collapsed, her body draped over his, both of them spent and breathless, their hearts racing in sync.
Y/nâs fingers traced lazy patterns on his chest, a satisfied smile playing on her lips as she nestled closer to him.
âI think⌠I like this tipsy meâ she murmured; her voice heavy with contentment.
Lewis chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. âI like anything to do with you.â
First car sex
The sun had begun its descent, casting a golden glow over Malibu Beach as Lewis and his friends wrapped up their day of surfing. Y/n, along with a few others, had stayed behind, enjoying the warmth of the sun and the beach. The sandy heat was soothing, but as they finally packed up, a different kind of warmth was brewing within Lewis.
He had watched Y/n from afar, her bikini clinging to her sun-kissed skin, her laughter mingling with the salty breeze. The way the sun highlighted her curves, the way her body moved with its own rhythmâit had been almost unbearable.
He had to have her, right then, but with the beach full of people and his friends around, heâd had to keep his desire in check.
As they headed back to the jeep, Lewis couldnât contain his excitement any longer. He took a detour, steering the vehicle away from the main road and towards a secluded overlook with a breathtaking view of the ocean.
He parked the jeep, his gaze already turning to Y/n with a smirk that promised more than just a scenic view.
âWhat are we doing?â Y/n asked, her curiosity piqued.
âJust thought we could take a little detour,â Lewis replied, his voice low and laden with anticipation. He looked over at her, his eyes smoldering with barely-contained desire, his hands reaching even higher on her thighs as his voice came close to her hair. âYou looked incredible at the beach today. The sun glistening down on you.â
Her breath caught at his words, a thrill running through her as she realized what was about to happen. âAre you ⌠now, for real Lew?â
He gave a mischievous grin, reaching for her hands. âIf you want it too. But weâve got to be quick and quiet.â
The back seats were folded down to fit the surfboards, leaving just enough space for them. Lewis had already laid out a towel in the middle of the boards, a makeshift bed for their impromptu encounter.
Y/nâs pulse quickened as she followed him, her eyes locking with his.
âWhat if we get caught?â she asked, her voice teasing but edged with anticipation as she reached for the hem of his shorts.
Lewis chuckled, his hands roaming over her body as he pulled her closer. âThen we better keep quiet.â
He kissed her deeply, his hands tracing the curve of her back as he guided her to the makeshift bed. The warmth from the sun was still on their skin, mingling with the salty residue of the ocean.
âI havenât had sex in a car in so long,â Lewis murmured against her lips, his breath hot and heavy. âYouâve got me wanting to do the craziest things.â
Y/nâs laughter was breathless as she tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. âIâm glad Iâm the one making you feel that way.â
Lewis grinned, his hands deftly grabbing a condom from the bag on the side. He rolled it on, his gaze never leaving hers as he prepared his dick. âYou ready?â
Her eyes fluttered up to his eye, a soft moan escaping her lips as she nodded. âYes.â
He positioned himself before her, catching her arousal with the tip of his member and dragging it up and down her clit. As he entered her, he couldnât help but groan at the sensation, the way her body wrapped around him, as he made sure to angle his pelvic bone just right to hit that spot within her walls that drove her wild.
Their bodies moved together, their thrusts causing the towel to shift beneath them. The salt from the ocean made their skin slick, with a unique texture to the scene. Each thrust one that made her gasp and moan.
âGod, Lewis,â she breathed, her hands gripping his shoulders as he continued to thrust into her. âYou feel so good.â
He smirked; his pace steady but increasingly fervent. âI needed this so much.â
His movements aiming to hit that special spot that made her shiver and moan. The confined space of the jeep, combined with the intimacy of the moment, heightened their senses. Her eyes closed, her breaths coming in gasps as she approached the edge of her climax.
âYou close, love?â Lewis asked, his voice a strained whisper as he maintained his rhythm.
âYeah,â she managed, her voice trembling with pleasure. âSo close.â
When she finally managed to open her eyes to look at him, he was smiling, his thrusts now slower, more deliberate, as he dragged out every wave of her orgasm.
The pleasure overwhelming, the intimacy of the moment making it all the more intense. They lay tangled together, their bodies slick with sweat and ocean salt, savoring each other.
âReckon you got one more in you?â he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
She managed a weak nod, her hands gripping the edges of the towel. âIâll give it my bestâ
Lewis chucked and picked up the pace âIâll drag another one, if need be.â Â Her moans filling the confined space again, mixing with his own grunts of pleasure.
First sex dream
Lewis stirred awake, the remnants of his dream still clinging to his mind like a hazy fog. His body was warm, a flush of heat running through him as he slowly blinked his eyes open, taking in the soft afternoon light filtering through the curtains.
He was on the couch in their home office, where heâd drifted off while Y/n worked at her desk. But now, as tried to blink awake, he was painfully aware of the tension in his lower bodyâthe unmistakable evidence of a wet dream.
He groaned softly, a bit embarrassed and still undeniably hard. The dream had been so vivid, so real. He could still feel the ghost of her touch, the way her body had moved against his, the way she had tasted.
It was almost as if he could reach out and pull her back into his arms.
His eyes drifted over to Y/n, who was seated at the desk, completely absorbed in whatever she was working on. She had her hair up in a messy bun, a few strands falling around her face. She was wearing one of his old t-shirts, the fabric loose and soft, hiding the curves that had driven him wild in his dream.
The sight of her, so close yet so unaware of the effect she was having on him, made his pulse quicken even faster.
Lewis shifted on the couch, trying to shake off the lingering effects of the dream, but every movement only heightened the awareness of his arousal. He couldnât tear his eyes away from herâevery glance only reignited the vivid memories of his dream.
In the dream, heâd had her spread out before him, her body trembling as he pulled her fourth orgasm out of her, her cries echoing in his ears.
The first two orgasms heâd coaxed from her with nothing but his fingers, teasing and torturing her until she was begging for more, her hips bucking against his hand. The third had come from his mouth, his tongue and lips working together to push her over the edge, her body arching and twisting.
The memory of it was enough to make him groan, his desire for her growing stronger by the second. The way sheâd looked in the dreamâeyes glazed with lust, lips parted in breathless moans, skin flushed with pleasureâwas burned into his mind.
And now, watching her sitting there, so unaware of the effect she was having on him, was driving him to the brink of madness.
âY/n,â he called out, his voice rougher than he intended.
She turned in her chair, smiling softly when she saw him awake. âHey, sleepyhead. Had a good nap?â
He swallowed again, nodding. âYeah, you could say that.â
Her smile widened, and she got up from her desk, walking over to where he was lying. âYou look a little offâ she noted, reaching out to touch his cheek. âAre you feeling okay?â
The innocent touch made him flinch, his body responding far too eagerly to her proximity. âI, uh⌠had a dream,â he admitted, his eyes locking onto hers, searching for any sign that she knew what kind of dream it had been.
âOh?â she asked, her eyebrows raising with curiosity. âWhat about?â
He hesitated, feeling the heat creep up his neck. How could he tell her without sounding like a complete idiot? The way she was looking at him, so sweet, so concerned, only made the memory of the dream more vivid.
âIt was uh⌠about you,â he said finally, his voice low.
Her eyes sparkled with interest, and she tilted her head, a playful smile tugging at her lips. âReally? What was I doing?â
âI mean, just⌠stuff.â he said quickly, almost out of breath.
âStuff?â She laughed, clearly enjoying his discomfort. âLew?â
He groaned, running a hand through his hair. âThe kind of stuff that makes it really hard to sit here and not bend you over.â
Her laughter softened, and she moved closer, her hand resting on his thigh. âWell, why donât you?â
His breath hitched as she leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear as she whispered, âWas I being a good girl in your dream, or were you making me beg?â
âY/nâŚâ His voice was a warning, but it came out weak, betraying just how much he wanted her to keep going.
âCome on, tell meâ She coaxed, her hand sliding up his thigh, dangerously close to where he was already aching for her. âWhat was I doing in your dream?â
âYou wereââ He sucked in a breath as her fingers lightly traced the outline of his arousal through his pants. âYou were⌠coming. Again and again. And I⌠I couldnât get enough.â
âMmm,â she purred, her lips curling into a wicked smile. âAnd how many times did I come for you?â
âFour.â His voice was strained, the memory of the dream mingling with the reality of her touch. âThe first two with my fingers.â
She bit her lip, clearly enjoying this more than she should. âAnd the others?â
âThe third with my mouth,â he confessed, his eyes dark with desire. âAnd the fourth⌠you were so close, and I could feel it. So, I just kept goingâ
âSounds like quite a dream,â she whispered, her lips brushing against his neck now, her breath hot against his skin. âMaybe we can make it a reality.â
Before she could continue, he was tugging down her lace panties, his fingers already itching to make the dream a reality.
âLewââ she started, but he was already sinking to his knees on the floor, his hands parting her thighs as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her leg.
âShh,â he murmured against her skin, his voice thick with need. âLet me make this real.â
And with that, he buried his face between her thighs, his mouth finding her with an eagerness that made her head fall back against the couch. His tongue flicked over her clit, his fingers teasing her entrance, and all she could do was moan as he set to work, determined to pull those same cries from her that heâd heard in his dream.
This time, it was real. And it was so much better.
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Helloooo love, could I have nr 1, 13, 23(reader) and 28 with Daniel ricciardo?đ¤ so needy for him
Forbidden - Daniel Ricciardo (requested)
As requested: a Daniel Ricciardo fanfic with a few prompts from the list! It's my first Ricciardo fanfic, so I hope I wrote it like you hoped lol :) It turned out a little longer than I expected, but I honestly like how it turned out! (I didn't proofread it, so excuse any mistakes lol)
masterlist | promptlist âłpairing: daniel ricciardo x female!verstappen!reader âłword count: 7,7K âłprompts used: 1 - 'Use my thigh", 13 - "You're fucking soaked". 23 - "I..Uh.." - "I have never done this before" & 28 "We shouldn't do this" âłwarnings: friends to lovers, brothers teammate trope, age gap (8 years), kissing, alcohol, drunk, explicit sexual content, 18+ (MDNI!), jealousy, sexual tension âłsummary: In which it's 2017 and Max Verstappen's twin sister gets a little too involved with her brothers teammate
You honestly had no idea how you'd come up with the not-so-clever idea of getting wasted in a Monaco nightclub, but right now, you couldnât care less. The music thumped through the room, blending with the haze of alcohol and dim, colorful lights, and a certain curly-haired Australian who had slipped off to the bar for another drink lingered in your mind.
As the beat softened into something deeper, sultrier, you found yourself moving with Carlos once more. His hands rested casually on your hips, his thumbs brushing over the fabric of your dress as you swayed together. Ever since your twin, Max, joined the Formula 1 grid, Carlos had become one of your closest friends.
Carlos leaned in, his lips close to your ear, his voice a low murmur against the music. "So⌠when are you finally gonna hook up with Danny?"
You scoffed, playfully swatting the back of his head. âOh, shut up, will you?â
Carlos only grinned, knowing exactly how you felt about Daniel. He'd been trying to push you toward him for ages, but as always, you deflected. âI donât think Max would be thrilled if I hooked up with his teammate,â you replied, though a part of you knew that wasnât the real reason youâd been holding back.
Carlos shrugged with a smirk. âDid you forget how convinced Max was that we were hooking up back at Toro Rosso? He didnât seem too bothered by that idea, did he?â
You rolled your eyes, chuckling as you swayed in rhythm with him, your fingers linking behind his neck. âYeah, vividly. But that was differentâŚâ You let out a laugh, trying to keep your tone casual. âFor one, our age gap was a lot smaller than Daniel and mine.â
Carlos raised an eyebrow. âYouâre 20, who cares? Danielâs 28âitâs not like heâs ancient.â
Sighing, you dropped your forehead against Carlosâs shoulder. âBesides, even if he would consider hooking up with me, heâd probably be disappointed. Iâve never⌠well, you know. Iâve only gone as far as giving a guy a blowie in a club bathroom, and even that was a drunken disaster. Somehow, I doubt a 28-year-old is looking for a hookup with a 20-year-old virgin.â
Carlos chuckled under his breath, rolling his eyes as he shook his head. âYou're really that blind, aren't you? The guy is absolutely head over heels for you.â
You opened your mouth to protest, but Carlos shifted his grip, spinning you around so your back pressed against his chest, his arms wrapping around your waist to guide your movements. To anyone watching, it looked like a slow grind, intimate and close, even though he left enough space to keep things comfortable.
He steered you both around the dance floor, inching you closer to the bar. âLook at him,â Carlos murmured in your ear, lifting a hand to tilt your chin ever so slightly. âSee for yourself.â
Your gaze landed on Daniel, and your breath caught in your throat. There he was, leaning against the bar, drink in hand, his eyes fixed on you with an intensity you hadnât seen before. His jaw was tight, his lips set in a straight line as he took in every shift of your body against Carlosâs, his gaze dark, brooding, and unmistakably heated. The way his eyes drifted, tracing the curve of your legs, lingering on your hips as they moved, made your heart race. He wasnât just watching; he was studying, every look brimming with tension and frustration.
Carlosâs laughter hummed against your back, pulling you out of your trance. âThe guyâs been staring daggers at me since the second we started dancing.â
âNo way,â you murmured, forcing yourself to keep your voice steady, even though your pulse hammered in your ears. âHeâs just⌠looking. Nothing more.â
Carlos raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he leaned down to murmur against your ear, âWho are you trying to convince? Me⌠or yourself?â
âFuck,â you huffed, feeling your cheeks flush under Danielâs gaze, heat spreading through you in a way that felt as dangerous as it was thrilling. âI need more alcohol.â
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Hours and too many drinks later, youâd long since shed your usual shyness, finding a brazen confidence in the music, the crowd, and the glimmer of alcohol-fueled ease in every movement. The world felt hazy but thrilling, every pulse of the bass reverberating through you as you let yourself sink into the beat.
Carlos watched your transformation, amused at how you threw back shots and laughed a little louder than before. At one point, you looked back at him over your shoulder, eyes bright and mischievous, completely oblivious to the intensity with which a certain Australian had been watching you both.
With a chuckle and a playful push, Carlos nudged you forward, aiming you right in Danielâs direction. âGo on, dance with him already,â he teased, his smirk saying he knew exactly what he was doing.
You stumbled into Daniel, feeling his hand steady you, his fingers lingering just a second too long as you regained your balance. âWell, fancy seeing you here, Ricciardo,â you quipped, your voice carrying an edge of flirtation that you didnât usually dare with him.
Danielâs lips curled into that easy, charming smile, his fingers still on your waist. âFancy that. Youâre looking a little⌠spirited tonight,â he replied, his eyes raking over you with a mixture of amusement and something darker, something almost hungry that you couldnât miss, even in your haze. He was trying to play it off, keep things casual, but his gaze lingered just a bit too long, drawn to the curve of your hips, the dip of your collarbone, and the dress that had ridden up just enough to reveal more of your thigh.
âOh yeah?â you leaned in close, fingers grazing up his arm, catching the way his eyes followed every movement. âWhat do you mean, âspirited?ââ You were close enough to catch the hint of his cologne, something warm and subtly spicy, like he was, and it made you feel just a little bolder.
Daniel chuckled, but his fingers tightened slightly at your waist as if grounding himself. âJust saying,â he replied, âI donât usually see you dancing like that.â His eyes sparkled with a mix of fondness and something a little more conflicted. He was trying so hard to keep things cool, but you could tell he was affected. âEspecially with Carlos. Didnât know he was your type.â
You laughed, moving your body a little closer to his, playfully ignoring the tension that brewed between you. âCarlos? Nah. Heâs more like⌠a dance partner for the night. Besides,â you added, looking up at him through your lashes, âI think my type is just a little taller⌠curly hair.. and definitely Australian.â
A flicker of something like surprise crossed his face, his eyes briefly widening before he collected himself. He swallowed, looking away, almost as if to compose himself. âIs that so?â he murmured, his fingers curling at your waist, his voice low.
Just then, the music changed to something slower, a sensual rhythm that had you pressing a little closer against him. Danielâs hands slipped to your waist, pulling you flush against him, his heartbeat thrumming fast under your hands as you settled into a rhythm together. You let your body sway, your hips pressing against him as his hands guided you, holding you steady and closer than he should.
âGotta stop moving like that,â he mumbled, his voice tight, a strained note of amusement as he tried to mask how breathless he sounded.
You looked up at him with a smirk. âWhy?â you asked, feigning innocence, though the mischievous gleam in your eyes told him you knew exactly what you were doing.
He swallowed, his gaze darkening as his grip on your hips tightened, pulling you flush against him. The movement brought you closer than before, and in that instant, you felt himâhard, pressing against you through his jeans, undeniable and unrestrained. A thrill shot through you as your eyes met his, your gaze drifting downward for a fleeting second, then back up to find his expression transformed, conflicted and charged. His voice was rough, edged with that undeniable tension. âYou know very well why,â he murmured, his tone thick with barely restrained desire and frustration, his fingers gripping your waist as if to hold himself back.
Your lips parted in surprise, but you didn't move away. Instead, you let a slow smile spread across your face, your body swaying against him just enough to deepen his predicament. Danielâs jaw clenched, his gaze darting down to where your bodies pressed together, his expression shifting between longing and resistance, the internal battle clear as he tried to keep himself grounded, even as you blurred every boundary between you.
You felt the heat radiating off him, the subtle hitch in his breathing, the way his fingers trembled slightly against your waist.
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Hours later, you stumbled out of the bathroom, trying to make your way back to the dance floor but feeling far less coordinated than before. The world tilted slightly as you bumped into a table, a stray chair, and even a few club-goers who offered you amused or annoyed glances.
âAlright, I think youâve had enough to drink for one night, darling,â came a familiar voice from behind, warm and steady. Before you could turn, a hand wrapped around your upper arm, steadying you, and the familiar scent of Daniel surrounded you, grounding you.
You turned to him with an exaggerated pout, his arm still holding you up. âI⌠Iâm definitely⌠not,â you managed, words slightly slurred as you tried to shake off his grip, failing miserably. He chuckled softly, clearly amused.
Danielâs gaze softened, his eyes roaming over you with a mix of tenderness and barely concealed desire. Your dress had shifted, one strap sliding off your shoulder, the hem hitching up to reveal more skin than you intended. He took in the sight, pausing for just a moment too long before swallowing hard and composing himself.
âLetâs get you sorted out here,â he murmured, reaching to fix your dress. His fingers brushed over your shoulder, grazing your skin, and he swallowed hard, the gentle touches sending a thrill through you. His hands moved lower, trying to straighten the hem, and his fingers brushed over the curve of your thigh, a touch that made you let out a soft, involuntary whimper. His eyes darkened, and he hesitated, looking like he wanted to pull away but unable to tear himself away from the way you looked at him.
âMm⌠feels nice,â you murmured, leaning into his touch, your gaze half-lidded as you looked up at him, lips parted slightly. You noticed how he tensed, his jaw clenched, clearly struggling to resist.
âCome on,â he said, clearing his throat, his voice a little rough. âLetâs get you back to the hotel.â
He led you through the club, supporting you with one arm wrapped securely around you. As you stumbled along, your hand brushed over his chest, lingering a little longer than necessary, your fingers tracing small patterns as you walked. He glanced down, swallowing, his throat bobbing as he tried to keep his focus. Along the way, you nearly collided with Max, who took one look at you and raised an eyebrow.
"I'm bringing your sister back to the hotel," Daniel explained, nodding toward you with a hint of amusement. "Sheâs absolutely hammered."
Max smirked, his eyes flicking between you and Daniel. "You sure? I can take her back if youâd rather stay. I know she canât hold her liquor."
âHey!â you interjected, stumbling slightly as you tried to regain your balance, waving off your brother with a slurred, âI-Ik ben niet eens d-dronkenâŚâ (Iâm not even drunk). You gave him a half-hearted glare, rolling your eyes in exaggerated annoyance.
Daniel glanced at Max with a small, amused shake of his head. âI have no clue what she just said, but donât worry, Iâve got it,â he reassured him. âI was planning to head home anyway, and besides,â he added with a smile, âour apartments are in the same building anyway, so it's no hassleâ
Max nodded, giving you a quick pat on the shoulder before turning back to Daniel. "Alright, mate. Get her home safe."
With that, Max watched as Daniel guided you gently but firmly toward the exit, his grip steadying you as you leaned against him, too tipsy to resist.
When you reached the curb, he helped you into a cab, sliding in beside you. You leaned against him, head resting on his shoulder, your hand slipping to rest on his thigh, your fingers drifting ever so slightly higher, sending a rush of heat through him.
âYouâre drunk,â he murmured, his voice low and strained, trying to keep his breathing even.
You looked up at him with a playful, tipsy grin, fingers tracing the fabric of his jeans. âSo?â
He bit his lip, fighting a losing battle against his own desires, his hand covering yours to stop its teasing ascent. Heâd never seen you this forward, this flirtatious, and though it thrilled him, it terrified him all the same. The line between you had always been thin, but tonight, with every touch, every brush of your skin against his, you were slowly erasing it.
When you arrived at the apartment building, you had began starting to sober up a tiny little bit. Still wasted obviously, but it seems as if you had a little bit more control over your own actions.
As you fumbled through your purse, your expression shifted from confidence to frustration as you realized your keys werenât there.
âI⌠I had them,â you muttered, searching again, only for the reality to settle in. âI mustâve left them with Carlos or Max.â
You looked up at Daniel with a mischievous glint in your eyes, swaying slightly on your feet. âGuess that means Iâm staying with you?â
Daniel hesitated, his resolve weakening as he searched your face, taking in the way your lips quirked in that daring, flirtatious smile. He was already in too deep, the familiar ache in his chest too hard to ignore. After a moment, he let out a resigned sigh, offering a small, reluctant smile as he nodded.
âYeah, alright,â he said softly, his hand brushing over your back as he guided you inside. âBut youâve gotta promise me youâll go straight to bed.â
You leaned in, closer than necessary, your breath warm against his cheek. âWeâll see about that,â you murmured playfully, sending one last spark of heat through him as he led you toward his apartment, both of you caught in a delicate balance of desire, restraint, and the thrill of the unspoken between you.
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Daniel led you to his kitchen, pulling out a stool by the bar, gesturing for you to sit. But you had other ideas. Following him over to the sink, you leaned back against the counter, lifting yourself up onto it. Your dress slid up as you settled, exposing nearly everything to anyone watching.
Daniel turned off the tap, glass in hand, and was about to pass it to you when he caught sight of you. His gaze trailed over your bare thighs, and his breath hitched, eyes widening as he muttered, âFuck.â His eyes lingered, and he dared to glance lower, noticing the smallest glimpse of black lace between your slightly parted legs.
Swallowing hard, he gripped the counter edge, his knuckles whitening as he fought the overwhelming urge to close the distance between you, his lips already tingling with the desire to claim yours. Forcing himself to look away, he pressed the glass into your hand, his voice husky and tight. âDrink this. It'll help,â he murmured, barely able to keep his composure. âIâll⌠Iâll go grab a shirt for you. So you donât have to sleep in that dress.â
You downed the water in one swift gulp, letting your gaze drift back to him. The proximity hit you both, close enough for you to see the tension in his jaw and the way his Adamâs apple bobbed as he swallowed. But what captured your attention most was the unmistakable bulge in his jeans, straining against the fabric, betraying the restraint he tried so hard to maintain.
A slow smirk crept across your lips as you reached out, letting your fingers graze his arm, traveling in a slow, tantalizing path up to his shoulder, then down his chest, inching ever closer to his belt. But before you could reach it, his hand shot out, gripping your wrist firmly. âWe⌠we shouldnât do this,â he muttered, voice low and rough as he gently pushed your hand away, though his touch lingered just a second too long, his resolve wavering.
Undeterred, you hopped down from the counter, stepping forward until there was barely any space left between you. Confidence you hadnât realized you possessed surged through you, and you reached out, cupping him through his jeans. He let out a sound that was somewhere between a gasp and a moan, his resolve crumbling under the pressure of your touch.
Bringing your lips close to his ear, you whispered, your voice a hushed, sultry tease, âThatâs what you say⌠but your bodyâs telling me something else entirely.â
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Daniel forced himself to gather every shred of self-control he could muster, putting a few steps of distance between you before he turned on his heel, heading to his bedroom to grab a shirt from the closet. His mind raced as he moved. He wanted youâGod, he wanted you more than anythingâbut he knew you were drunk, teetering on that edge where even a soft touch or glance was hazy with the thrill of it all. And as much as he ached to feel your lips on his, to let every longing heâd harbored for so long finally spill over, he didnât want to take advantage of your current state.
Yet, you were making it damn near impossible to keep his composure. Every touch, every glance, every whisper made his restraint crumble bit by bit, leaving him clinging to the last threads of resolve.
When he made his way to the bathroom with the shirt in hand, he stopped in the doorway, noticing you struggling with the zipper of your dress, your back turned to him. The zipper was halfway down, leaving a tantalizing glimpse of your bare skin, and his heart pounded harder, fighting between propriety and desire.
âDanny, can you help me with the zipper, please?â Your voice was soft, but the note of longing was unmistakable, each word sparking something primal within him.
He hesitated, but before he could stop himself, he stepped forward, leaving the shirt on the sink, and positioned himself behind you. His fingers brushed your skin as he reached for the zipper, feeling the warmth radiating off you. You shivered at his touch, a soft, involuntary whimper escaping your lips that sent a jolt through him. He dragged the zipper down slowly, his fingers grazing your skin, unable to resist lingering for just a moment longer than necessary.
Once the zipper was down, you slipped the straps off your shoulders, the dress falling effortlessly down your frame, pooling at your feet. Danielâs breath caught in his throat as he took you in, standing before him in nothing but your black lace lingerie. He clenched his jaw, feeling a wave of heat course through him, the last of his rationality slipping as his eyes traced over every curve, every inch of you laid bare.
You turned to face him, the look in your eyes a mixture of vulnerability and desire, a silent plea that tugged at the very core of him. Reaching up, you let your fingers graze the stubble on his jaw, caressing his cheek as you held his gaze. âKiss me, Daniel,â you whispered, your voice barely audible, a soft, desperate invitation.
It was all he needed. His restraint finally shattered, and he closed the distance between you in a heartbeat. His hand cupped your cheek, fingers threading through your hair as he captured your lips in a kiss that was fierce, urgent, filled with all the pent-up emotion and longing heâd been holding back. You melted into him, pressing closer, every brush of his lips igniting sparks that spread through your body.
His hands slid down to the small of your back, then lower, gripping your thighs as he lifted you effortlessly, setting you onto the countertop of the bathroom sink. He stepped between your legs, his body pressing firmly against yours, grounding you in the heat and solidity of him. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. The slight tug on his hair drew a low, guttural moan from him, his chest heaving as he leaned into you, lost in the feel of you against him.
His hands roamed over your body, sliding along your curves, his touch sending shivers down your spine. You gasped against his mouth, a sound that turned into a soft moan, each note pushing him closer to the edge of his composure. He deepened the kiss, his tongue slipping past your lips, exploring, tasting, savoring every second. You could taste the hint of whiskey on his lips, warm and heady, mingling with his natural, intoxicating flavor. Every brush of his tongue against yours sent a surge of heat pooling between your legs, each movement building the need that pulsed through you.
Daniel pulled you closer, his grip tightening as you felt his hardness pressing against you, undeniable, unmistakable. The sensation made you dizzy, your entire body responding to him, the ache between your thighs intensifying as you instinctively rocked your hips against him. His breath hitched, and he let out a soft, unrestrained groan, his head dipping to press heated, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down to the sensitive spot behind your ear. His lips left a trail of warmth, each kiss setting your skin alight, making you ache for more.
âDaniel,â you murmured, voice barely a whisper, breathless as you held him closer, âI need⌠IâŚâ
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and filled with a barely contained fire. âUse my thigh, love,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire, encouraging you, his words laced with both restraint and indulgence. The suggestion was almost too much, the heat in his eyes spurring you on, each word sending another pulse of arousal through you.
You didnât hesitate, shifting your hips to grind against his thigh, a soft moan slipping from your lips as you felt the friction, your panties already damp against his jeans. Danielâs hands gripped your waist, guiding you, his own breath coming faster as he watched, the sight of you losing yourself in the pleasure unraveling him bit by bit.
âYouâre so beautiful,â he whispered, his voice rough as he pressed a kiss to your temple, his hands urging you to move, encouraging every motion. âBeen wanting this⌠wanting you⌠for so damn long.â He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing and nipping at your skin as he spoke, his voice shaky, every word spilling out in a way that only fueled the fire between you.
âSeeing you with Carlos tonight,â he murmured, his lips brushing the sensitive skin just below your ear, âit drove me crazy. Couldnât stand it. I wanted to kill him for touching youâ He paused, lifting his head to look into your eyes, his gaze raw, vulnerable, every wall heâd built around himself now shattered. âIâve wanted you like this⌠needed you like this⌠for so long.â
Every word, every touch, every heated gaze pushed you further, his encouragement spurring you on as you moved against him, feeling the delicious friction, the warmth spreading through you as you both succumbed to the intoxicating pull of each other.
Danielâs breathing grew ragged as he watched you move against his thigh, each roll of your hips sending a wave of heat through him. The way you looked at him, with that mixture of need and adoration, was undoing him in the best possible way.
Your breathing came in shallow, needy gasps as you looked up at him, eyes heavy with desire. âGod, Daniel⌠you have no idea how good you look right now,â you murmured, your voice thick with arousal.
Your soft moans and whispered praises only fueled him more, each one pushing him to explore, to give you everything you were craving. His gaze darkening even more as he captured your lips in a searing kiss, pouring every ounce of pent-up desire and affection into it.
Without breaking the kiss, he slid you back a little on the counter, his hands gripping your hips firmly. You gasped as his fingers traced the edge of your panties, his touch light but electrifying, and he paused, his gaze meeting yours as if asking for permission.
You gave a small nod, your breath catching as his hand slipped beneath the lace, his fingers brushing over you, his touch igniting every nerve ending. His breath hitched when he felt just how wet you were, a low groan escaping his lips as he murmured, âGod, youâre soaked.â
The words sent a thrill through you, making you arch into his touch, craving more. His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, exploring and teasing, drawing out your reactions, each moan and gasp fueling his own desire âThe way you make me feel⌠God, itâs like you know exactly what I need.â
Your words lit a fire in him, a spark that deepened the hunger in his gaze as he pulled you closer. His lips curved into a smirk, fingers dipping lower as he murmured, âYeah? I think I could get used to hearing that.â
He watched you intently, captivated by every expression, every sound that escaped your lips as he continued, building the tension higher with each movement.
You clung to his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as his fingers moved with perfect rhythm, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. He whispered soft words of encouragement, his voice low and full of affection. âThatâs it, love⌠youâre doing so well. Let go for me,â he murmured, his tone both comforting and enticing.
And then, as his touch pushed you over the edge, a wave of pure ecstasy washed over you, and you cried out his name, your body shuddering as he held you through it, his gaze never leaving yours.
Once you came down from your high, your hand started making their way to Daniel's jeans, intending to return the favor, yet your movements where halted once again by his fingers around your wrist "I won't be able to hold back if you continue" he mumbled, his lips pressing soft kisses against the skin of your neck.
"Maybe that's the point" you whispered seductively.
He shook his head "As much as I would love to, I'm not sleeping with you while you're drunk" he whispered as he pressed one last kiss against your cheek, before he pulled away, grabbing the shirt that was still on the sink with his free hand, assisting you to pull it over your head "We'll talk about it tomorrow, and then we'll see"
As if the post orgasm haze started to kick in, you felt yourself getting tired, giving yourself over to the Australian driver as he carefully lifted you off of the sink and carried you over to his bedroom, placing you down onto it.
He was intending to get up and sleep on the couch, just in case you wouldn't remember things tomorrow, or worse, remember it, but regretting things. But the soft plea that left your lips stopped him in his tracks "Please, stay with me?"
It was as if his legs moved on their own accord, slipping into the bed next to you, feeling you crawl into his arms, your head resting on his chest. Once he noticed you were sound asleep, he grabbed his phone from his pocket and send Max a quick text:
Daniel: Your sister is sound asleep btw, she's crashing here, since she apparently forgot her keys or something.
Max: Figured as much indeed, Carlos came over and handed me her keys, said she forgot to take them before she left. Max: Thanks for letting me know, I'll torture her tomorrow about her headache ;)
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As the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, you stirred, feeling the gentle warmth touch your skin as you blinked awake. It took a moment to piece things together, the room unfamiliar, the quiet hum of an unfamiliar space settling around you. When realization dawned, it hit all at once. This wasnât your apartmentâthis was Danielâs.
Your eyes widened, and you scanned the room, momentarily panicked. But the bed beside you was empty, the sheets cool to the touch, which brought a small wave of relief. Sitting up slowly, you took a breath, glancing down to see yourself dressed in one of Danielâs shirts. The soft fabric brushed your skin, and you realized, with a sudden blush, that you were only in his shirt and your lingerie.
Heart pounding, you swung your legs over the side of the bed, trying to clear the fog of last nightâs hazy memories. The details were elusive, flashes of warmth, laughter, and maybe⌠something more. You felt oddly refreshed, but the lack of clarity gnawed at you. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself to find him, needing some answers.
Moving carefully down the hallway, you made your way to the bathroom, hoping to splash some water on your face, collect yourself before facing him. You twisted the doorknob, assuming the room would be empty. Instead, steam filled the space, and you froze, the faint outline of a figure behind the frosted shower door capturing your attention.
Your gaze locked on the silhouette, recognizing Daniel immediatelyâthe shape of his shoulders, the familiar line of his back. A rush of heat flooded through you, your mind replaying a rush of emotions from last night, and you pressed your thighs together instinctively, trying to banish the sudden surge of desire. You knew you should turn around, slip out quietly, but you were rooted to the spot, utterly transfixed.
Before you could retreat, Daniel turned off the shower, reaching for a towel and wrapping it low around his waist before stepping out. His gaze landed on you, his mouth curving into a smirk, droplets still trailing down his chest and abs. His dark hair was wet, small drops sliding from his curls, and the steam radiated off his skin, casting him in a hazy glow.
âWell, good morning to you too,â he said, his voice a rich, low rumble, his signature smirk making your pulse race. âIf you wanted to see me naked this bad, all you had to do was ask. No need to sneak up on me.â His tone was teasing, though his gaze held a hint of something deeper, something almost daring you to respond.
Your cheeks flushed, and you raised your hands to cover your face. âOh God, Iâm so sorry,â you stammered, feeling a mix of embarrassment and that same lingering heat from last night.
You heard him chuckle softly, and when you dared to peek through your fingers, heâd already dried off and slipped into a shirt and a pair of boxers. He stepped closer, gently pulling your hands away from your face, his expression softened, a trace of warmth in his morning-rough voice. âNo need to be so shy, darling,â he murmured, the words filled with a quiet affection that sent a shiver down your spine.
You glanced at him, unable to ignore how close he was, feeling both relieved and oddly disappointed that he was now dressed. You couldnât deny how good he looked, fresh out of the shower, the lingering scent of soap and warmth filling the space between you.
But the question weighed on your mind, and finally, you managed to ask, âPlease tell me we didnâtâŚ?â
Danielâs gaze softened further, his eyes flickering with an understanding smile as he placed a steadying hand on your shoulder, letting it linger for just a moment before he replied. âIf we slept together? No, we didnât.â
A breath you hadnât realized you were holding slipped out in relief. Before you could fully process it, though, Daniel added, âBut Iâm also not gonna pretend that you didnât try to⌠and Iâm definitely not going to act like nothing else happened.â
His words hung in the air, and you felt your breath catch, a wave of both nerves and arousal coursing through you. âOh God,â you mumbled, lifting yourself onto the countertop by the sink, feeling a little dizzy, staring at the floor as you tried to piece together what he meant. âWhat did I make you do?â
Daniel leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, his gaze steady and entirely too knowing as he took in the expression on your face. âYou didnât make me do anything, darling,â he said softly, his tone gentle yet firm. âIt takes two to tango.â
The words lingered in the quiet, settling over you with a weight you couldnât ignore. He shifted, stepping closer, his gaze never leaving yours. âLetâs just say⌠this isnât the first time youâve sat on that countertop in the last 24 hours. Although, last night it was for⌠different reasons.â
As soon as he said it, memories rushed back in vivid, unfiltered flashesâthe feel of his hands, the press of his lips, the way he held you as if heâd waited forever to do so. Your cheeks flushed deeper, the weight of those memories flooding you, the reality of what had happened leaving you breathless.
âOh God,â you murmured, looking down, struggling to meet his eyes. The blush deepened, and you tried to banish the embarrassment, but it was impossible to hide the way your body reacted to just being near him, recalling every detail of last night.
Daniel watched you, his gaze contemplative, and he let out a small sigh, pressing his lips together before speaking. âLook⌠you were drunk. Iâd had a bit to drink too. I understand if you regret itâ His voice was steady, but there was a subtle tension underneath, as if he was holding something back.
You took a deep breath, fiddling with your hands as you struggled to find the right words. "Yeah, about that.." you said, taking a deep breath before continuing "There might be a slight problem to that"
Daniel studied the way you were acting, unsure of what to expect âWe can pretend it didnât happen, if thatâs what you want. That's no problemâ he offered, though his tone held a hint of something unresolved, something unsaid.
Finally, you looked up at him, your gaze meeting his, the sincerity in your expression clear. âWell⌠I guess the problem is that..â you whispered, voice barely audible at first, but then you gathered your courage and continued, âI donât regret it, Daniel⌠not at all.â
The words hung in the air between you, thickening the silence, every hidden feeling and unspoken desire now out in the open. His eyes widened slightly, the guarded expression slipping as something raw and vulnerable crossed his face.
Daniel's eyes softened at your words, the vulnerable confession drawing him closer, dissolving any remaining space between you. He stepped forward, situating himself between your legs once more, just like he had done last night, but this time you were both sober.
His presence warm and steady, grounding you in the intimacy of the moment. His hands reached up slowly, one gently cupping your cheek, his thumb brushing a soft line along your skin, the other tucking a stray strand of hair behind your ear. His gaze was deep, intense, and full of affection as he looked into your eyes, his face only inches from yours.
"Good," he whispered, his voice low and tender, âbecause I donât regret it either.â
Without another word, he closed the distance, his lips finding yours in a gentle, unhurried kiss. There was no urgency, only a steady, deliberate affection that conveyed every unspoken emotion heâd held back. His kiss was soft and careful, full of warmth, each touch of his lips conveying the depth of his feelings as he held you close.
When he pulled away, his forehead rested against yours, and you both shared a quiet, contented breath, wrapped up in the warmth of the moment. But the tenderness only fueled the lingering desire that had simmered between you both, and with a sudden burst of confidence, you grasped the collar of his shirt, pulling him back to you.
This time, the kiss deepened, your lips moving in sync as the restraint melted away, giving way to something more fervent, tinged with longing. His hands moved to your waist, pulling you even closer, his fingers splaying against your skin. The gentle intimacy turned heated, your mouths exploring, tongues teasing as the passion escalated with each passing second. You could feel his breath hitch as your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him closer, and he groaned softly against your lips, sending a shiver down your spine.
Without breaking the kiss, your lips began to wander, trailing a path from his mouth to his jaw, where you lingered, pressing soft, teasing kisses that made him shudder under your touch. You could feel the subtle stubble against your lips, the warmth radiating from his skin as you moved lower, planting slow, lingering kisses along his neck, tasting the faint hint of his cologne mixed with his natural scent. Each kiss seemed to draw a deeper, ragged breath from him, his chest rising and falling as he leaned into every touch, unable to hold back the quiet sounds of pleasure escaping his lips.
You let your hands roam freely, exploring the strong lines of his shoulders, fingers tracing down the curves of his chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his shirt. His pulse thrummed beneath your touch, quickening with each passing second. He swallowed hard, his breathing growing heavier as you continued, savoring every inch of him.
âGod, Daniel,â you whispered against his neck, letting your lips brush the words over his skin. âYou have no idea how good you look like this⌠or how good you feel.â Your voice was soft but laced with genuine admiration and a suggestive edge that had his grip on your waist tightening.
âFuckâŚâ he muttered, his voice thick with need as your words and touch clearly had an effect on him. He tilted his head back, giving you more access, his eyes closing for a moment as he absorbed the sensations.
Your lips brushed his ear, and you could feel him shiver as you whispered, âIâve wanted this for so long, wanted to feel you⌠just like this.â Your words spilled out as you continued trailing kisses, his low groan fueling your confidence as you let your hands drift lower.
You let your fingers slide down his torso, tracing every line and curve of his body with deliberate, teasing slowness. Your hand finally ventured to the waistband of his boxers, and you pressed your palm against him, feeling the unmistakable hardness through the fabric. His breath hitched, a deep, guttural sound escaping his throat as he instinctively pushed into your touch, his fingers digging into your waist.
âGod, you feel incredible,â you murmured, palming him gently, feeling his arousal grow beneath your hand, hardening with each brush of your fingers. âIâve wanted this for so long, Daniel⌠wanted to know how youâd feel like this,â you admitted, voice a mix of admiration and desire.
âShit⌠youâre⌠youâre killing me here,â he managed, his voice a strained whisper as he looked down at you, his eyes dark and filled with unrestrained want. His hands roamed your back, pulling you closer, his breathing growing heavier as he lost himself in every touch, every word you murmured against him.
You continued your slow, deliberate movements, letting your fingers trace along his length through the fabric, a satisfied smile crossing your face as he groaned in response, his hips pressing into your hand. âGod, you look so good like this,â you breathed, meeting his gaze for a moment, taking in the way his face was flushed, his expression filled with raw, unfiltered desire.
âKeep talking like that, and⌠fuck, youâre gonna drive me insane,â he rasped, his voice low, rough with need, his hands gripping your hips with more intensity, clearly unable to resist the effect you were having on him.
Emboldened by his reaction, you slipped a hand inside the waistband of his boxers, your fingers wrapping around him, and his entire body tensed, a shuddered moan escaping his lips as he exhaled sharply. As you started running your thumb along his length, savoring the way he twitched in your hand, his face contorted with pleasure as he bit his lip.
âGod⌠that feels so good,â he gasped, his voice barely above a whisper as he looked down at you, his expression a mixture of awe and arousal. His hands roamed up and down your back, and you could feel the effect of every touch, every word, as his breathing grew heavier.
Between breaths, you whispered softly in his ear, âI want you, Daniel. All of you.â The words tumbled out, filled with a raw honesty that made him draw back just enough to meet your gaze.
In one swift, effortless motion, he lifted you, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you to his bed. He laid you gently onto the soft sheets, hovering over you as his lips met yours once more, igniting the same passion that had brought you here. Each kiss was heated and lingering, hands tracing and memorizing every line, every curve, savoring every moment that had led to this.
As his lips left a trail of kisses along your collarbone, your breaths came faster, and the anticipation tightened around you. But then when Daniel started removing your panties, you felt a familiar wave of nerves rise, and your voice trembled slightly as you spoke.
âI⌠uhâŚâ you began, hesitating, feeling vulnerable but needing him to know. âIâve never done this before.â The words left you in a shy, almost apologetic murmur, your cheeks heating as you admitted it. You lowered your gaze, fidgeting slightly under his gaze, before adding, âI mean, Iâve done⌠other things. Just⌠never got to, well, this part.â
He paused, taking in your words, his expression softening instantly. Cupping your face gently, his thumb brushed along your cheek, his gaze reassuring and kind. âHey, thereâs no pressure here. We donât have to do anything youâre not comfortable with,â he whispered, his voice steady, genuine. âWe can take it slow. Or⌠we can keep things just like this.â
You bit your lip, the vulnerability still lingering as you met his gaze. âYouâre not⌠disgusted, or something?â you asked, feeling a wave of self-consciousness bubble up. âI mean, I probably wonât be⌠any good. Youâre⌠you knowâŚâ You trailed off, your face warming as the words left you.
He let out a soft chuckle, leaning forward to kiss you gently, his lips reassuring as he lingered for a moment before pulling back to look you in the eyes. âDisgusted? Not even close,â he murmured, a faint smile on his lips. âAnd I promise you, that thought never even crossed my mind.â His thumb brushed along your cheek again, his gaze warm and encouraging. âHonestly, it doesnât matter to me. Not at all.â
You took a steadying breath, feeling his words soothe the nerves that had crept in. A smile tugged at your lips as you looked up at him, heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and newfound confidence. âI donât want to take it slow,â you admitted softly, voice barely above a whisper, but the words full of determination. âI want it to be with you, Daniel. Iâve⌠Iâve thought about this more times than I dare to admit,â you confessed, the warmth of your cheeks betraying the shyness that lingered, but you held his gaze.
His eyes softened at your words, a slow smile spreading across his face as he leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. âThen I'm all yours,â he whispered, his voice filled with affection.
Without another word, Daniel leaned down, capturing your lips in a kiss that was deeper, hungrier, every ounce of restraint between you both slipping away. His hands roamed up your back, pressing you firmly against him as your bodies melded together, the heat between you palpable. His lips moved over yours with an urgency that matched the rhythm of his heartbeat, each kiss filled with the passion that had built up over all this time, all the unspoken moments leading up to this.
Your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him even closer as you felt his quiet groan against your mouth, his own hands exploring your curves, fingers tracing your waist and pulling you flush against him. His body hovered over yours as his gaze met yours, filled with both desire and a lingering tenderness that made your heart race.
His lips found yours again, and you welcomed him with a fervor that matched his own, your mouths moving in perfect sync as the kiss grew deeper, more intense. You could feel his body pressing into yours, the weight of him grounding you, making the moment feel all the more real. His hand traveled down your thigh, lifting your leg to wrap around his waist as he settled between your legs, his hips pressing against yours in a way that made your entire body ache with anticipation, before slowly but surely entering you inch by inch.
Between kisses, his hands caressed every inch of your body, learning and savoring every curve, every response he drew from you. His mouth left a trail of kisses along your jaw, down your neck, lingering on the sensitive spots that made you gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he continued his slow, intoxicating descent. Each kiss, each touch seemed to stir something deeper within you, the desire building to a crescendo with every shared breath.
âFuckâŚâ you whispered, your voice soft and laced with longing, and he looked up at you, a question in his gaze, waiting for any hint of hesitation.
But you only pulled him closer, guiding him to you as your hands roamed his back, feeling the muscles tense beneath your touch. He leaned down again, his lips finding yours as the kiss deepened, turning into something that went beyond wordsâa culmination of everything youâd both been holding back.
In that moment, every barrier fell away, and you lost yourselves in each other, the moment filled with soft murmurs, quiet laughter, and the tender, passionate intimacy youâd both waited far too long to share.
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â the holidays are meant to be festive, free of heartache and solemnity, but odds are forever not in your favor as you spend the holidays with your best friend alongside her sister, that broke your heart.
[rockstar!ellie au, best friendâs sister!ellie, kinda mean!ellie (for a few parts of the story)]
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warnings: reader is afab, not proofread, mature language, mentions of substance abuse (drugs), ellies a dick in this chapter srry guys, WHOLE LOTTA ANGST. smut & fluff in later chapters. POC FRIENDLY !!
this chapters kinda long because itâs still introducing the reader & ellieâs relationship dynamic so bare with me pls pls pls
upon arriving in texas, a wave of nostalgia washes over you as you peered over the horizons of the buzzing city streets.
the traffic was stillâ as long as you could rememberâ terrible. pedestrians raided the roads as if they had enough lives for the people on it and tenfold. you can recount the amount of days you'd be late for school because your brother, simon, took obnoxiously long in the bathroom. you could almost still smell his putrid sauvage cologne from here. the strong scent filling your sensesâ your head spun nauseatingly so.
you grapple with the map in your hand, flipping it every which way trying to give yourself a sense of reassurance as you and sarah navigated through the intersections. you loved your best friend but you couldn't sugarcoat the fact that her love for detours affected her driving skills poorly.
she'd listen to her gps for the first few hours and eventually get fed up with the alterations that emitted from the older device, completely tossing the given routes out of the window and using her intuition as a sense of direction instead.
"jesus, has texas always been this confusing?" the blonde exasperated, a heavy hand coming down to the steering wheel as a blare emitted from the vehicle.
you shoot her a glare that goes unnoticed and the car jerks as she overpasses the poor old lady in front of her.
"does it hurt you to have any patience?" you groan out. you slump in your seat and throw your head back against the headrest tiredly.
"patience never did anyone any good before." she declares sheepishly, a playful smile spreading across her pretty face.
your head lolls to the side to face the side of her head and you give her a playful eye roll.
"i swear to God, if we ever get caught in a drive by, i'd never let you live it down. even in hell."
she laughs a throaty laugh. sarah grabs your hand giving it a squeeze and shake, her demeanor excited.
"come on! don't be so grim. aren't you excited to be going back home? i mean it's been years." she switches to another lane, eyes trained on the rear view. "my dad is super excited to have you back. he said you're welcome as long as you need to be."
"that's only because we never gave him a choice before." you prompt. the two of you giggle.
"you know what i mean. i'm so hungryâ maybe we can hit up mel's diner when we get there. i'd kill for their cheeseburgers right now."
you glance at the gps. "2 1/2 hours left" before y'all were to reach your destination. you groan, pulling your hat down to shield your face away from the blaring sun beaming down on your skin.
you'd be lying if you said that you had gotten any shut eye the night before. too plagued with overthinking, the dead of the night was filled with the sound of tossing and turning as you fought against yourself at an amateur attempt to soothe your own nerves.
trepidation dripped down your soul. you weren't sure how finally seeing ellie again for the first time would enfold. you had a plan to simply just avoid her but you knew you probably weren't going to keep up with that very long.
ellie was persistent and if she had any plan to resolve things, it wouldn't go unnoticed by a long shot. no matter how hard you tried to steer clear of it.
sarah knew about the reason why the two of you broke up. she was sympathetic enough to take your feelings about seeing her sister again after 2 and half dreadful years.
she witnessed first hand the aftermath of what ellie did to you. a brutal 9 nine months of you trying to build yourself high enough on a pedestal to be able to move on completely. she listened to you every step of the way, her ears open and her arms empathetic with every tear shed.
it was even worse when the media coverage began getting ahold of their band. 7 months after you and ellie had stopped talking completely due to your nasty breakup, her band rose to stardom and you could still remember how much dread washed over you to hear the sound of her playing on the radio for the first time.
you avoided her, in every way you could. if that meant no music for months until the hype of her album died down even just a little bit, then so be it.
but the limelight wasn't always as glamorous. you alongside of her family, despite not having heard from her in years, knew about how she'd been living because once the tabloids got a hold of her, the only thing plaguing the media coverage was about ellie.
who she was spotted with, newly sparked dating rumors as she was seen with a different girl nearly every month, and even the downfall of her newly acquired fame.
in pure janis joplin fashion, the height of her success came crashing down as people started suspecting ellie to be abusing drugs. it started when people began to notice how blasted she was in a few interviews. her nodding off didn't go unnoticed by a long shot.
in the spotlight, instances like this weren't uncommon.
you watch a talented person rise to the top, their talent evident as day as they showed it off to the word come plummeting down in a wave of wasted potential due to drugs and or alcohol. it was tragic and despite being as angry as you were with her, seeing the girl you grew up with live the way she was, created a moggy feeling in your chest.
eventually, the band made an announcement that their tour would've had to gone on a break due to "complications" but you and everyone else knew it was because ellie was in rehab.
as soon as she was discharged, the ongoing scarcity of contact between her and her family came to a brusque halt when joel offered for his daughter to come back home, at least until she was ready enough to face her new life again.
so when you found out that she'd be spending christmas with y'all, there was no doubt in your mind you'd have to brace yourself for whatever outcome would emerge from it.
"i'm gonna try and get some sleep. we still have a long way to go."
sarah boos at your resignation, exclaiming a few declarations about how you're leaving her to die of boredom. "you suck!"
you don't respond, simply smiling and turning your head as you're inevitably wisked away into a state of slumber.
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a somber tune draws out a melancholic melody on your record player, filling the corners of your cavernous room. the night breathes life through a soft breeze that grazes past your curtains. yet, as the sun sets and the cicadas begin to shriek, no amount of words in the english language can drown out the bitterness that sits in the pit of your chest.
no amount of rephrasing could rewrite the sorrow that consumes you whole, in this moment or the next.
you sit with the grief as your gaze lingers on the girl in front of you. ellie sits on the edge of your bed. she's faced away from you, as always, as she stares ahead at the neon lights that seep through the crevices of your room.
clouds of smoke forms around her figure with practiced cinematic effort and your eyes take her in with taut admiration.
you usually dread when the room grows quiet like this. the silence is blinding and tension is permeated in your walls. it leaves you high and dry and guts you with cynicism.
you wait for the moment for her to slip back into bed with you but it never comes. the thought of not being the placeholder of such intimacy rings in your ears like a bad case of tinnitus.
at least not this time around.
you sit up crawling towards her in desperate attempt to get her to look at you. you wrap your arms around her neck, resting your chin on her bare shoulder. empty viridescent eyes scan your face yet you can't seem to deconstruct any love tucked away behind them.
you knew deep down that what once existed fondly between the two of you was stripped away, little to nothingâ a scarce void of recognition.
âwhatâs going on?â you hum out lovingly, as you press a prolonged kiss to her shoulder. âbeen quiet all night.â
the auburn headed girl heaved out a sigh as she dropped her head in her hands. she braced herself to face you, taking your wrists in her callused palms as she brought your hands to her mouth, pecking the backs tenderly.
âi.. i think we should talk.â she finally vocalizes. the words shoot fear down your spine, goosebumps arising were her lips once resided.
âabout what?â
she gives you a look as she turns her body to face you, straightening her back a little bit more. âso you know how iâve been getting to practice with the band lately? because their guitarist ended up quitting?â
you watched her for a moment skeptically before nodding.
her words are caught in her throat momentarily as she looks down once more. âwell, cat and them asked me to join their band.â a glimmer of gleam passes across her face as she breathes out a breath she was holding.
you furrow your brows, a smile breaking onto your face. âthatâs great! iâm so happy for you!â you exclaim, grabbing her chin in between your finger to press a proud kiss onto her cheek.
you knew how long ellie had wanted to be apart of something like this. after years of supporting her, you were filled to the brim with joy that she was finally reaching a steppingstone to where she wanted to be in life.
yet, you could tell something was still bothering her as she tensed up in your embrace. âwell, they offered me to join but..â
âbut..â you trail, eyes still held with hope.
âcat said she knew someone in los angeles that knew someone that could get us signed to a record label. the only downside is weâd have to move over there.â
your face fell as her words fell on sensitive ears.
âmove?â you let out a nervous chuckle. âbut.. los angeles is across the country.â
capturing her bottom lip in between her teeth, you watch as she gnaws down on it regrettably.
of course, you were elated for her. over the moon.
hell, you wouldâve done anything for ellie to make this happen for her, one way or another. but hearing the catch of finally being able to pursue her dreams had you feeling selfishly opposed to the idea.
surely, she wouldnât have made such a rash decision without taking it up with you first. yaâll had so many plans that were already set in stone. all you wanted was at least a heads up if they were going to be altered to accustom to ellieâs new schedule pertaining to her band.
âso, what did you say?â your tone faltering from ecstatic to one that couldâve fell on deaf ears if not attentive enough.
âi said yes. i agreed that iâd go with them.â her word vomit rushes out like a fountain and your hands drop from her face as you turn away from her in shock. she grabs your smaller face in her hands, as she tips her head down to meet your avoidant gaze. you shut your eyes, muttering out a âshitâ as you felt the pathetic rush of tears burn at the back of your eyelids.
âbaby, i couldnât pass this up. this is my chance to finally get out of this town. iâve wanted this for so long.â she pleads, dropping down to her knees in front of you.
âwhy didnât you wait to at least talk to me about it, ellie? three months ago, we were just planning on moving in together! and what? now youâre just about to dismiss any say that i had in this?â
she lets out an exasperated sigh of defeat as she bargains with her response.
âthis is about my future! this is something iâve wanted for years!â she encompasses her bottom lip back in between her teeth, scavenging her scattered brain to make this situation better.
âyou can come with me! didnât you always tell me youâd follow me anywhere?â
you scoff, shaking your head. âi canât just pack up my things and run away to los angeles like this with you. itâs expensive there and with the money we have saved up, we wouldnât last a year in a place like that with just the two of us. weâd need more time.â
donât cry. donât cry. you think to yourself as you feel the waterworks begin to churn.
âwe could figure it out! cat mentioned a bunch of-â
you scoff at the mention of the girlâs name as you stood up from your place on the bed, walking over towards your window as you dug your fingers through your unkempt hair.
âi canât believe you made a decision about this with cat before you even mentioned it to me. i shouldâve known it was deeper than that.â
ellie stops in her tracks, an expression of hurt painted across her face at the idea of you believing she had concealed intentions between her and cat. but could you really blame yourself ? it wouldâve been hard on any girl to see that her significant otherâs time was consumed by another girl. especially with the considerable amount of times they spent alone together.
you wouldâve been a fool to not suspect anything at all but your love for ellie ran too deep; you didnât think you could handle it if you lost her to another girl. so you kept quiet, giving her the benefit of the doubt and begged venus herself for the girl to not prove you right.
âit was never deeper than anything.â her tone was stilled as she stared at you with accusatory.
âcan you blame me ellie? i mean seriously. youâve been alone with her more in these past few months than youâve even talked to me! some days, i donât even hear from you at all because youâre with her!â your voice goes up an octave as tears begin to spill from your eyes.
âitâs because ofââ
âwhat? the band?â you cut her off, not wanting to hear her myriad of excuses. âi see the way you look at her. you look at her like sheâs the only thing you see.â you brush past her to grab your shirt, pulling it over your head hastily.
âthe lingering looks, the canceled plans, the way you never tell her to stop fucking holding onto your arms the way she fucking does!â bitterness begins to overpower the solemnity paying homage to the pit of your heaving chest as you jostle her scroll of excuses back to her.
âi mean, god, ellie. has it ever occurred to you that you still have obligations to set boundaries in this relationship?â your tone is constraint from going back to normal.
âare you fucking serious?â she snaps, the pitch of her voice blending with yours in a chaotic cacophony. âiâm trying to tell you about how big of a deal this band is to me, trying to make up solutions, and youâre accusing me of leaving for fucking cat?â
âi mean it was her idea, wasnât it?â you countered. you were at your breaking point with ellie. you felt like nothing you said would ever change her perspective so you gave up.
you no longer wanted to fight for someone that couldnât care to think twice about how their actions inflicted hurt on you.
maybe this wasnât about her leaving anymore. instead, as the conversation became more clear, the realization settled when you realized you were losing her.
âiâm not doing this with you.â you watch as ellie gathered her things in fit of rage, throwing on her flannel and slipping her feet back into her converses as grabbed her bag, ready to walk out.
a feeling of dread quickly dissipates all of the fury you momentarily had as you rush towards her, wanting to resolve this before the two of you went to bed upset.
âellie. come on, please.â you grab her face, pleading with eager eyes for her to not leave when things began to get bad.
you knew your girlfriend was stubborn. often alternating between fight or flight when reality began to corner her. but you knew, this time was different. no matter what the two of you chose to do, it would change the trajectory of your lives together.
she avoids your eyes and you feel the warmth cascade down your face heavily. âdonât walk out on me. please. not like this.â
she finally looks at you and itâs hard to read her.
âi need to do this for me. not for anyone else. iâm not going to wait for you to change your mind if some ulterior motive you think i have will always be in the backside of your mind.â she asserted, planted in her obstinance.
âif you leave now, iâm not gonna wait for you to come back.â
her eyes scanned your own down to your lips back to your eyes before grabbing your wrists to pull your hands away from her.
âthatâs up to you.â was the last thing she said as she turned to walk out of your empty house. the moment you heard the door slam shut, you dropped to your knees as the tears began to pour.
if there was one thing ellie was good at, it was keeping her word. ever since the the two of you were puny little teenagers, she still managed to keep ahold of all of her promises, even the smallest most frivolous ones.
it was something you loved about her because it showed her resilience and firmness. her ability to stand her ground. but as you sit with your hot head in your hands against the comfort of your bed that still smelled like her, you wished so desperately that the one quality you admired so much, wasnât something she attained.
you knew there was no use in trying to change her mind or waiting for her to. she was set in her ways and held no exemptions, not even for you.
it was a thick pill to swallow but you knew, the moment she walked out that door, it was over.
the next few days were filled with no contact. your phone was sparse of any calls or messages except for one from your mother asking you to defrost the chicken or the occasional check up from your friends when they learned about what happened.
your room was a ghost town. her presence haunting you as a constant reminder in every corner. you couldnât run away from her even if you wanted to.
you wished you were stronger in your ways. it wouldâve saved you your dignity if you were prideful but you simply couldnât bring yourself to be. you were the worst at staying madâ just wanting to fix things with your girl.
you even racked up some ideas about how yaâll could make this arrangement work in a heap of desperation.
so when you rendered yourself enough courage to face the situation at hand, you made your way over to her house. you were hopeful that she wasnât completely set in throwing it all away.
but when you reached her front door, all you were met with was a note that joel gave you that was left to him by ellie. his eye bags were deep showcasing his worry and lack of sleep and you saw a few more grey tendrils in his salt and pepper hair.
ellie had left a few mornings after the fight between the two of you. she left no trace of her behind to be gotten ahold of and you, joel, or sarah hadnât heard from her since.
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please do car sex w gojo where after a date reader couldnât hold back!!
a/n: short one !!!!!sorry sorry just like that week ive got two essays due and im a little panicky! pls bear w/ me as uploads will be slow ty :")
warnings: fem!reader, playful banter (itâs becoming a thing w/ my gojo smuts idk why), handjob, oral (m! receiving), like one (1) spank, fingering, little prep, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut
youâre not sure about why gojo looked so damn good today. you could attribute it to the fact that you havenât seen your boyfriend in at least two weeks or the fact that heâs abandoned his jujutsu uniform for a formal suit. but youâre equally as dressed to the nines as him, visiting a quiet but delicious restaurant on the top floor of a mall.
âany reason why youâre so quiet, sweets?â satoru always could pick up on your silences and your mannerisms; being together all through high-school, at both his and your lowest, through taking care of megumi and tsumiki does that to him. the squeeze of our thigh is a question enough, done more for comforting you, though, and not for the dirty, dirty reasons youâre thinking about.
satoru bathes in the red light of the traffic crossing, and you think he simply looks stunning in the fitted suit and tie, blindfold exchanged for his signature glasses and his blue eyes that are so blue they shine over the stop light.
you bite your lip, turning in your seat slightly and grabbing his hand, heart jumping when it wraps around your smaller one â and he smiles at your reaction.
ânothing.â you hide a grin badly, getting one in return when you reach over his slacks, hand creeping up his thigh and getting closer and closer to his centre. he already knows you need not comfort, but rather something else, letting you give his hardening bulge one last squeeze before red turns green and your pout is the cutest thing ever. âdamn.â
gojo steps on the gas and youâre forced to sit properly in the passenger seat, hearing a boisterous laugh from beside you, but heâs not exactly a law-abiding citizen either. he tugs on your hand, placing it on his hard-on and grinds into your hand, pins and needles forming in his hands from how hard he was grabbing onto the steering wheel.
âcanât keep my baby waiting, can i?â itâs said breathlessly, a smirk on his face that switches between its smug look and a face of pleasure. soft whines leave satoruâs mouth as you palm it, eyes fixating on the way the strongest sorcerer melts at your touch.
at the second red light, your hands are already tugging at his zipper, prompting pleas from your boyfriend. he sighs when youâre fishing out his cock, pretty pink with an angry tip thatâs leaking pre-cum, and when you start stroking â you can thank god that thereâs no cars waiting at the traffic light with you.
gojo has a hand under your chin affectionately, eyes boring into yours that are starting to falter under your hand. it strokes his cock, squeezing and releasing, making sure all of his length gets your attention. the pleasured flutter of his eyelashes are the prettiest, a whimper escaping his lips that sends a spark right down to your cunt.
âoh f-fuckâ your hands are so w-warm . .â thereâs a crack in his voice and he breaks from your eye contact to lean back against the seats. your hands pump him slowly, enjoying the sensual moment until a honk from behind you surprises both of you and gojo screams, hitting his head on the roof of his car.
âowâ fuck!â gojo tsks, ignoring your giggles before he gets back to driving, âthe other lanes are unoccupied, idiot!â
gojo, in classic gojo fashion, points his thumb and says can you believe that guy? like a suburban dad, shaking his head and sighing and forgetting his whole dick is out until youâre bending over the stick shift, engulfing his tip in your mouth.
your boyfriend chuckles, a twinkle in his eye as he looks down at you, âimpatient little girl, arenât you?â you only hum, preening at the hand that strokes your hair, aiding you but never really forcing you down as he drives at a leisurely pace. gojo grunts out when you run a tongue up the underside of his cock, other hand playing with his balls. his fingers tense momentarily on your head, before they move down your back, cupping your ass and you moan around his shaft.
âiâm surprised you didnât drag me into the bathroom to fuck.â he speaks through laboured pants, earning a soft glare from you as you continue to bob your head.
âthere was onlyâ mmhffâ one stall . .â
âwouldnât have stopped me.â
you bite down gently on his dick as a warning and he yelps and laughs, surrendering with repeated okayâs. you feel his thigh move below you, speeding up to his penthouse when youâre holding tight onto his legs, steering wheel bumping into your head ever so often.
âoâoh . . baby, baby,â gojo groans out, pulling the car to a harsh stop and yet youâre not stopping, slobbering over his cock while the twist of your back starts to ache. but the sounds your boyfriend makes is just too hot, sucking in your cheeks more and going for the hilt. you bury your face in his pubes, gagging a little at his sheer length.
âshit, shit, shiiit . .â the gurgling sounds resonate throughout the car, interrupted briefly when the hand on your ass slips past the slit of your dress, going right to where your panties should be.
gojo breathlessly laughs, âno panties?â a spank to your ass and youâre wide-mouthed over his slick cock, pussy clenching around nothing.
âdirty whore.â
you click your tongue with a wink, moaning when his fingers tease the tight ring of your entrance and youâre forgetting all about your job when his fingers enter from behind.
âprobably donât even need prep â so fucking wet.â
you hum in response, sitting back up and climbing right into the comfort of his back seat. youâre too far gone to care when you start stripping, pulling the single garment of clothing off your body and gojo gapes at your lack of a bra too.
âwas i just too amazed with the food?â he aaks himself more than you, but the endearing question brings a giggle out of you, making you violently gesture for him to just get in the back seat, already.
he follows you, as he would anywhere, lips meeting yours in a soft kiss, âclearly you wanted me to initiate . . i will be a better boyfriend, prommy.â
you pull away to make a face, âsatoru, please never say prommy in your life ever again.â
âwhhyyyyy?â now heâs just whining to annoy you, pulling him right into your face and spreading your legs. thereâs a mixture of playfulness and desperation in your tone, hips humping the air at the lack of contact.
âplease just fuck me, satoru.â
gojo gives you a sweet kiss, positioning himself right at your dripping cunt. heâs focused on pushing past your tightness, throbbing tip just nudging into your walls and satoru sighsâ
âsince my sweet girlâs asked so nicely . . gladly,â the height of the seats are perfect for gojo, bottoming out in you and moaning so loud the next neighbour over could probably hear you, âyouâre soâ tight, mmfuckââ
gojo finds a pace, head tilted to right where your bodies connect just to watch himself slip in and out of you. youâre entranced, too, just with the beauty of your boyfriendâs face as his brows pull together and his mouth hangs open.
âsaâ satoru . . g-god,â youâre dragging him closer into you with your legs, locking behind his back as his hips continue to drive into your tight pussy. youâre so pliant, juices coating his cock so easily that he has no problem thrusting into you. âoâoh, pleasepleaseââ
gojo props a leg up, ramming his hips deeper into you and the periodic twitches of his dick makes your pussy flutter, hips stuttering when you call out his name in such a sweet tone itâs got him wondering whether you were an angel instead.
âangel â fuck me â you feel so damn good . .â
âthinkâ itâs the other way âround,â a chuckle weasels its way out of satoruâs lips at your cheeky comment, bumping foreheads with yours gently as he holds his stare with yours.
âsilly g-girl . .â your hands wrap around his neck at that, coaxing him into another deep kiss, moaning into his mouth and the way his body jerks into yours is just so cute. his tie is discarded, your dress is on the floor of the car and his hair is everywhere and you like gojo the best like this: dishevelled and messy, in love with you like always and he would happily be like this all the time if he could.
the sheer pistoning of his hips is so strong that the car is probably shaking, skin against skin and your dripping pussy that wraps around him so good that he canât hold on any longer, muttering into your lips. his hand reaches down to rub at your clit, sending your body into little shockwaves into his hold.
âprincess, iâm gonnaââ he groans into your mouth, betrayed by his own body before his hips stammer and heâs cumming deep in you, spilling his seed deep into your waiting cunt and his eyes roll back. he has no chance of recovering when youâre reaching your high soon after, clenching so hard around him that his hips continue to buck into you. your brain is only full of satoru, satoru, satoru, whining into his skin as he fills you up.
âsâfull . .â you mumble, pulling away drunkenly, meeting his slightly dull ones from his fatigue. âneed more.â
your body moves on autopilot, prompting your lover to lie on his back seat without any protests and he welcomes you like clockwork atop him. and when you sink down, you swear you see another shade of blue pop up in his eyes at the sight. thereâs a small sigh from gojo when you reach his pelvis, body illuminated by the street lamps and the moonlight. satoru is always in awe of whatever you doâ
âthatâs my pretty, pretty girl.â
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Everyone Loves a 2-for-1 Sale Part 3
Part 1 & 2 (And original Prompt)
The dining room was suspiciously quiet for a Wayne breakfast when Danny walked in.
He glanced up from his phone, pulling one earbud out, âOh feel free to continue arguing my morality like Iâm an object, my musicâs on full volume.â
Dick looked uncomfortable, âWe werenât-Look, Ti- Danny, we are just a bit curious as to why youâreâŚ. here,â Dick finished, glancing at the others like asking if theyâd share the plate of batguilt-fries with him.
âSurely the world could have done without a second Drake,â Damian cut in before Danny could even start.
âAnd we could have done without even one of you, yet here you are,â Danny glared, âFactory defects and all.â
Damian jerked upwards with a raised knife, narrowly pushed back down by Dick.
Danny rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his phone-Timâs phone-their phone. He held a folded paper out to Bruce with two fingers, still typing, âI have a list, if you want it.â
He continued typing as they opening the note and read it, he knew what it said.
To Do in Gotham:
1. Get to Gotham
2. Find original - donât freak family out
3. -Find- Talk to Bruce
4. Convince Vicki Vale that Tim is/ actually engaged to Tam Fox
5. Get safe house
6. New identity? (what do clones do? - ask Connor)
7.
8.
9. Leave?
âWhatâs number seven and eight?â Dick asked, and Danny actively made sure his typing pattern didnât change.
âDonât know yet,â He answered with a shrug, the picture of nonchalance. Bruce probably didnât believe him.
Didnât matter. Dick did. Because Dick felt guilty.
Bat guilty.
About time he believed him about something.
And Danny didnât care about Damianâs opinions one way or another.
He stepped away from the table, plopping another grape in his mouth as he walked past, âWelp thatâs it for me, busy day, fake engagement, gotta find some crutches because I donât think Vicki will accept my âyou got new legs Lieutenant Dan-nyâ joke, all that,â
Danny slipped out the door past a sleep-deprived Tim with a jaunty salute, âAllâs well in Clone Town!â
Danny kept walking, his brain running miles ahead of him, Ted Tobin steering the wheel with his fingers on the keypad of his phone as he moved forward and mentally filled in the list.
Number 7: Find Raâs Al Ghul and the Lazarus pits.
Number 8: Stabilize yourself.
Danny continued up the stairs. He had people to see and rings to buy. Busy is the life of a saboteur.
â
Red Robin watched his clone linger in the jewelerâs store, trying to keep the frown from taking over his whole face.
He was making Timâs life difficult. Tim suspected it was on purpose.
Largely because people would ask way too many questions if two Tim Drakes showed up in Gotham at the same time.
Hence, Red Robin being relegated to rooftop surveillance.
He turned his attention back to the clone, watching as he left the shop and turned down the street. Red Robin swept after him, following from above.
The clone remained focused on his phone- which was also Timâs by the way, and stolen- as he walked down the street, turning into an alley without even looking up.
Tim tilted his head and swung to the rooftop, peering into the darkness.
âYou could always just come down and actually talk to me, you know?â
Tim dropped into the alley, unsurprised to come face to face with the clone. It was weird to see his own face look so annoyed by him.
âThought it was best to stay out of sight. Weâre not exactly a daylight hero.â
Danny rolled his eyes, âAlready annoyed with Vicki Vale?â
Tim nearly growled, âThat is your fault,â
âOh come on, you canât tell me itâs not hilarious.â
âYouâve spent all morning in ring shops! I have meetings!â
âLucius can handle them. Itâs not like we actually did anything this last year anyways.â
Tim stared at him for a second, confusion in the squint of his eyes and laced with suspicion.
Danny groaned with a roll of his eyes, âFine, you want me to stay put somewhere so you can do your civilian thing?â
âYes.â
âI am not staying in the manor. You canât make me.â
Dread filled him as Tim smiled, âNot a problem.â
Danny glared at Tim standing arms wide in the center of the room of his emptiest safe house, âThis is so not what I meant and you know it.â
Timâs face betrayed nothing, âLook, none of us are happy with this situation-â
Danny scoffed. Understatement of the century.
âBut..â Tim continued with a pointed look, âItâs my fault, and I get that. SoâŚcompromise? You stay here, work on cold cases while I sort out my current job, and when Iâm done, weâll figure out what to do, okay?â
Danny sighed, feeling Ted Tobin stir to life with plans already forming.
âFine.â
Tim nodded succinctly, reaching for a laptop and multiple cords, âOk, hereâs my old computer, -huh, I could have sworn that had a different charger- anyways- Iâll take this,â he plucks the phone from Dannyâs hands in one smooth motion, giving a mocking smile in return to Dannyâs glare, âThank you very much, now I just have to-and find the guy whoâŚâ
Timâs voice tapers off into mumbles as he heads into the bedroom to peel off his suit, fingers focused on the keypad of his newly reacquired phone.
Danny slumps himself down on the secondhand couch, dust echoing around him. This was fine, he could do stuff in the meanwhile, maybe help Tim with his case -or solve it himself, he bets he could- and then finish the new specs for the suit wings that Dannyâs suit still didnât have.
Tim fumbled through the doorway, now in civilian clothes, already on a call with Lucius probably, or Tam. Tam helped him a lot.
Danny slouched further into the silence.
It felt like being left behind by his parents.
They had bigger priorities.
Archaeology.
Ghosts.
Danny shook his head, opening the computer and letting Ted Tobin fish through the passwords for case files.
Heâs nearly 3 hours deep when he really pauses for the first time, finally stopping the continuous notes sitting next him, each a different clue. Most for different cases.
The current case pulled up on his screen scratches at him, facts slotting into place with rapid fire precision.
The officer assigned to the case is a vet.
The case is perpetrated by a senatorial candidate.
The officer assigned served on three active fronts and 2 undisclosed.
The guilty candidate is running support for a bill cutting veteran supports.
Best of all?
Itâs not in Gotham.
Danny smiles as Ted Tobinâs plan fills in, piece by piece.
â
Raâs Al Ghul should really make it harder to hack into his confidential back market mercenary dealings.
Then again, maybe it was for the better. How else would he make sure Red Robin was able to intercept the assassin in time to save that poor officerâs life the night before his case-closing arrest?
â
âDetective, I assumed holding my business outside of Gotham would keep it from being the concern of you and yours,â Raâsâ voice is muffled through the bag over his head, âIt seems I was wrong.â
âOh well, you know meâŚ,â The bag is ripped roughly off his head, leaving him blinking rapidly against the light even as he smirks, âAlways butting into things when I shouldnât. Itâs kind of what we do.â
âTell me, Timothy,â Raâs says, turning his back to him once more, as he waves his ninjas away, âWhat does this officer matter to you, more than a state away from your usual stomping grounds? What-â Raâs pauses as a different ninja approaches him to whisper in his ear. His body stills.
âWell, weâll start there. First of all, as Iâm sure you just found out, Iâm not Timothy,â Danny says, standing up smoothly. He relishes the look Raâs gives him as he turns around. âAnd secondly, the officer wasnât what mattered. Getting you here on the other hand. Now that.. that takes a little more planning.â Danny brushes himself off, removing the cowl to leave just his own domino behind.
Raâs al Ghul hums, his eyebrow twitching up even as his eyes narrow in suspicion.
âWhat? No sudden desire to stab? No impromptu attempt to put a sword through my chest?â
âYou are curious. So much like the detective, and yet⌠my people tell me he is currently patrolling in Gotham with the Grayson boy.â
Danny scoffs, âOh great, another fruit loop interested in me, like I need a new one of those.â
Raâsâ stare doesnât change. Albeit a bit more annoyed, but still flat and calm.
âYou wanna know what makes me different from Timothy, Raâs?â Danny pauses, taking a deep breath and letting the ectoplasm ripple inside him for the first time in months. âThe difference between me and him,â When he looks up he knows his eyes glow fluorescent green, âIs that Iâm stronger.â
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Bonus Scene:
Dick stared at Timâs clone as he left, sweeping past the originalâs bleary form stumbling to the coffee machine.
âAre we sure heâs Drakeâs clone? He seems⌠less of a fool,â Damian sneered, watching Tim stand listlessly in front of the cabinet, coffeemaker off, and tablet in hand.
He looked out of the Dining room doors, spotting Danny standing not far away in front of one of the closets by the stairs rather than the actual steps, fingers tapping away.
Damian turned back to his breakfast, âI retract my statement. Clearly his stupidity was simply blinding.â
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when Y/N gets too close to a friend at a gathering, Hongjoongâs quiet jealousy simmers beneath the surface, leading to an intense confrontation as soon as theyâre alone
nsfw tags under
m/f, top hongjoong, bottom reader, vaginal sex, rough sex, dominance, submission, size kink, possession, jealousy, dirty talk, power play, manhandling, orgasm control, claiming kink, breath play, control, pet names, kissing
Requests OPEN! - let me know through the ask button if you have any requests for this Kinktober
author's note: this was suggested by @arki-sha in my comments. here is the original prompt:
Possessive!Hongjoong + Size Kink I really think that HJ would really go feral if his partner is someone who is smaller than him like he would really use their size difference to his advantage since he can't use it that often to others since he is usually much shorter and smaller than his members.
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Y/N could tell something was off with Hongjoong the moment they arrived at the gathering. He was quiet, almost too quiet, which was unusual for him. She knew him well enough to sense when something was brewing beneath the surface. But Hongjoong wasnât the type to cause a scene in front of othersâhe held his emotions close to his chest until they were alone.
The night went on, and Y/N found herself laughing along with one of their friends, a guy sheâd known for years. He had a harmless charm about him, always cracking jokes and lightening the mood. She nudged him playfully when he made some ridiculous comment, not thinking twice about itâuntil she caught a glimpse of Hongjoong from across the room.
His eyes were on them, sharp and unblinking, his jaw set in a tight line. Y/Nâs stomach flipped. She hadnât meant to upset him, but she could feel the jealousy radiating off him in waves. Hongjoong was possessive by nature, especially when it came to her. He wasnât controlling, but the idea of someone else getting too close to herâespecially another manâalways triggered something primal in him.
Throughout the rest of the evening, Y/N tried to engage Hongjoong in conversation, hoping to smooth things over, but he remained distant. His replies were short, and the tension between them grew thicker with each passing minute. She could see it in the way his eyes darkened every time the other guy spoke to her, the way his hand gripped his glass just a little too tight.
She knew he was holding back, but she also knew that once they were alone, he wouldnât hold back anymore.
As soon as they said their goodbyes and got into the car, the silence was suffocating. Y/N glanced over at Hongjoong, trying to read his expression, but he was staring straight ahead, his knuckles white as he gripped the steering wheel.
âJoong, are you okay?â she asked softly, already knowing the answer.
His jaw clenched, and for a moment, he didnât respond. Then, in a voice low and rough, he said, âDo I look okay?â
Y/N bit her lip, feeling a mix of guilt and apprehension. She hadnât meant to make him jealous, but she also knew there was no point in trying to defend herself right now. Hongjoongâs possessiveness had taken over, and once that switch was flipped, there was only one way it would end.
The ride home felt like it stretched on forever, and the second they stepped through the front door, Hongjoongâs hand was on her wrist, pulling her towards him with a firm, almost desperate grip.
âWe need to talk,â he growled, his eyes blazing with a mix of frustration and something darker, something possessive.
Y/Nâs heart raced as she nodded, letting him lead her into the living room. His body was tense, his movements sharp, and she could feel the weight of his jealousy pressing down on her like a storm about to break.
âDo you have any idea what you were doing tonight?â Hongjoongâs voice was low, but there was an edge to it that made Y/Nâs pulse quicken. He released her wrist and began pacing in front of her, running a hand through his hair in agitation. âLaughing with him, touching him like thatâdo you think I wouldnât notice? Do you think I wouldnât care?â
Y/N opened her mouth to speak, but the words got stuck in her throat. She knew trying to explain herself would only make things worse. Instead, she swallowed hard and tried to keep her voice calm. âJoong, I didnât mean anything by it. We were just talking.â
âTalking?â he spat the word like it left a bitter taste in his mouth. He stopped pacing and turned to face her, his dark eyes locking onto hers. âYou were practically all over him, Y/N. And he was eating it up, wasnât he? Acting like he had a chance.â
Y/N shook her head, her voice soft but firm. âHeâs just a friend. You know that.â
Hongjoongâs eyes narrowed, and he stepped closer, towering over her. âI donât care,â he muttered, his voice low and dangerous. âI donât want him or anyone else that close to you. Youâre mine, Y/N. Only mine.â
Y/Nâs breath hitched as he closed the distance between them, his hand sliding up to cup her face, his touch gentle but his grip firm enough to let her know he wasnât playing around. His thumb brushed over her lower lip, his eyes dark and full of that possessive heat that always made her heart race.
She could feel the tension rolling off him in waves, a storm of jealousy and desire swirling just beneath the surface. Her heart pounded in her chest, knowing what was coming next, knowing that Hongjoong wasnât just angryâhe was possessive in a way that made her feel both vulnerable and exhilarated.
âDo you have any idea what it does to me,â he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, âto see someone else touching you? Even just for a second?â
Y/N couldnât tear her gaze away from him, her pulse quickening under the intensity of his stare. âJoongâŚâ
His fingers slid down her neck, wrapping lightly around her throat. Not enough to hurt, but enough to make her feel small, completely at his mercy. âDo you know what I was thinking about the whole time?â he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. âI was thinking about how Iâm the only one who gets to touch you like this. How no one else can make you feel the way I do.â
Y/Nâs knees felt weak as his hand tightened just a little, his grip commanding and possessive. She could feel the heat of his body pressing against hers, the intensity of his jealousy driving him to take control, to remind her who she belonged to.
âIâm sorry,â she whispered, her voice trembling with anticipation.
His eyes darkened, and a slow, predatory smile tugged at his lips. âOh, you will be.â
Before she could react, Hongjoongâs lips crashed against hers, the kiss hard and possessive, his hands moving to grip her hips, pulling her flush against him. His fingers dug into her skin, not painful but insistent, as if he needed to feel every inch of her under his control.
Y/N melted into the kiss, her hands gripping his shoulders as his possessiveness fueled the fire between them. She could feel his jealousy in every movement, every rough touch, as if he was trying to erase the memory of anyone else being close to her.
Without breaking the kiss, Hongjoong pushed her backwards, guiding her towards the bedroom. His lips never left hers, his hands wandering over her body with a kind of urgency that made Y/Nâs head spin. The second they reached the bed, he pulled away, leaving her breathless and dazed as he stood over her, his chest heaving.
âYouâre everything to me, Y/N,â he growled, his voice low and dangerous. âNo one else gets to have you like this.â
Y/N could barely breathe as she watched him, her body trembling with anticipation. She knew what was coming, and the thought sent a shiver of excitement down her spine. Hongjoong wasnât just going to make love to herâhe was going to claim her, to remind her of her place in his arms.
He undressed quickly, his movements sharp and precise, and within moments, he was standing over her, fully bare. Y/Nâs eyes widened as she took him in, the sight of his body making her pulse race. Hongjoong wasnât the biggest man physically, but right now, with the intensity in his eyes and the way he loomed over her, he felt massive.
He crawled over her, his body pressing her into the mattress as he pinned her wrists above her head. âYouâre so tiny beneath me,â he murmured, his voice full of dark satisfaction. âPerfectly made for me.â
Y/Nâs breath hitched as she felt his hands roaming over her body, his touch rough and possessive. Every stroke of his fingers sent a thrill through her, reminding her of just how much control he had over her in this moment.
âHongjoong,â she whimpered, her body arching towards his touch.
He smirked down at her, his eyes gleaming with that same possessive heat. âYou crave this, donât you?â he growled, his hand sliding between her thighs, teasing her until she was trembling beneath him. âYou want to feel how much I want you.â
Y/N could only nod, her voice lost in a soft moan as he continued to tease her, driving her to the brink of madness with every touch. She loved the way he made her feelâsmall, vulnerable, and utterly claimed.
Hongjoongâs fingers ghosted over her skin, teasingly slow as he traced the curve of her waist, then down to her thighs. His eyes never left hers, dark with desire and something more primal, more intense. He relished thisâloved seeing her smaller frame beneath him, her body completely at his mercy, helpless to whatever he decided to do next. Y/Nâs breath was ragged, each teasing touch driving her closer to the edge, and he knew it. He was enjoying every second of it, watching her squirm under his control.
âDamn, you look irresistible like this,â he murmured, voice deep and rough, his thumb brushing the inside of her thigh, just shy of where she desperately wanted him. âI could lose myself in you, baby.â
Y/N whimpered, her hips shifting involuntarily as she tried to press herself closer to his hand, but he held her down firmly. The look on his face was all dominance, all control. She was his, and he was going to make sure she knew itâevery inch of her.
Her mind was spinning, thoughts scattered as her body reacted to every brush of his fingertips. She had never felt so small, so overwhelmed by his presence, and yet it thrilled her to the core. The way Hongjoong looked at her, like she was the only thing in his world, filled her with an intoxicating mix of desire and submission. His jealousy had transformed into something powerful, something that made her feel utterly consumed by him.
âJoong, pleaseâŚâ Y/Nâs voice was barely a whisper, pleading, but she couldnât help it. She needed moreâneeded him to take her completely, to feel him inside her, filling her, claiming her.
His lips curled into a smirk at her desperation, and he leaned down, his breath hot against her ear. âYou want me to give you everything, huh?â he teased, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. âWhat if I want to make you wait a little longer?â
Y/N shuddered, her breath catching as his lips brushed her ear. âYou know what you do to me,â she breathed, her body aching for him.
Hongjoong chuckled darkly, pulling back just enough to look into her eyes. âTrust me, I know. And I canât get enough of it. Youâre the only one I want to see like this.â He leaned in closer, his voice lowering. âI want to remind you that no one else can touch you the way I do.â
Without warning, he pushed her legs apart, settling himself between them, his hands gripping her hips with a possessive force that made her gasp. He loved seeing her like thisâvulnerable, exposed, completely under his control. His cock was hard, pressing against her entrance, and he took a moment to savor the look on her face, the way her body trembled with anticipation.
âI donât want you looking at anyone else,â Hongjoong murmured, his lips brushing her neck, kissing, biting softly. âYouâre mine, Y/N. Just mine.â
âI know,â she whimpered, her body arching into him, desperate for him to move. âIâm yours, Joong.â
âGood girl,â he muttered, his voice sending a shiver down her spine. And with that, he thrust into her, hard and deep, stretching her in a way that made her gasp, her body tensing as he filled her completely.
Y/Nâs head fell back against the pillow, her breath catching in her throat as Hongjoong settled himself fully inside her. The stretch was overwhelming, the feeling of him so deep that it made her toes curl. He didnât give her time to adjust, thoughâhis hands gripped her hips tightly, holding her in place as he started moving, slow at first, but each thrust deliberate, calculated.
âYou feel that?â he growled, his eyes locked on hers, his voice low and rough. âThatâs me reminding you how much you mean to me.â
Y/N could only moan in response, her body reacting instinctively to the way he took her, each thrust pushing her closer and closer to the edge. She felt so small beneath him, so helpless, and the way Hongjoongâs body pressed down on hers made her feel completely owned. He wasnât just fucking herâhe was claiming her, marking her as his.
With each movement, Hongjoongâs jealousy seemed to fuel his desire, his pace picking up, rougher, more insistent. He thrust deep into her, each motion filling her completely, the size difference between them only heightening the intensity. She couldnât escape the way he filled her, couldnât escape his hold, and that thought alone sent waves of heat through her.
âJoongââ Y/N gasped, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he thrust harder, her mind a blur of pleasure and need.
âTell me who you belong to,â he demanded, his voice a low growl, his pace relentless. âI want to hear you say it.â
âIâm yours,â she breathed, her voice trembling with the intensity of it all. âOnly yours.â
A dark, satisfied smirk tugged at his lips as he heard the words he wanted. âThatâs what I like to hear,â he murmured, leaning down to capture her lips in a bruising kiss. His hand slid down her body, teasingly slow, before it found its way between her legs. His fingers brushed against her clit, and Y/N cried out, her body arching into him as he started to rub slow circles around the sensitive bundle of nerves.
The combination of his cock thrusting deep inside her and the pressure on her clit sent her spiraling. Her moans grew louder, her breath coming in short, desperate gasps as Hongjoong pushed her closer to the edge.
âYouâre loving every second of this, arenât you?â he muttered, his voice rough as he watched her fall apart beneath him. âYou love how I make you feelâlike youâre the only one in the world.â
Y/N couldnât respondâshe was too overwhelmed, her body trembling with pleasure as Hongjoong continued to thrust into her, his fingers working her clit with precision. She was so close, so close she could feel the tension building inside her, ready to snap at any moment.
âCome for me,â Hongjoong growled, his voice commanding as his pace quickened. âCome for me, baby. Show me how much you need me.â
That was all it took. With a loud, broken moan, Y/Nâs body tensed, her orgasm crashing over her like a tidal wave. Her walls clenched around him, and Hongjoong cursed under his breath, his thrusts becoming erratic as her body milked him.
The sight of her coming undone beneath him, so small and helpless under his control, sent Hongjoong over the edge. With a deep, guttural groan, he thrust into her one last time, burying himself as deep as he could as he spilled inside her, claiming her in every sense of the word.
For a moment, they stayed like that, both of them breathing heavily, their bodies pressed together as the waves of pleasure slowly ebbed away. Hongjoongâs hands loosened their grip on her hips, his touch becoming softer, more tender as he gently pulled out of her and collapsed beside her on the bed.
Y/Nâs body was still trembling from the aftershocks of her orgasm, her mind hazy with satisfaction. She turned her head to look at Hongjoong, and to her surprise, his eyes were soft now, the earlier fire of jealousy replaced by something gentler.
He reached out, brushing a strand of hair away from her face before leaning in to press a soft kiss to her lips. âYouâre mine,â he whispered, the possessiveness still there but tempered by affection. âAlways.â
Y/N smiled, her body relaxing into the warmth of his embrace. âAlways,â she echoed, feeling utterly content in his arms.
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ᥴꪍ â GAME CATERERS X SVT ࣪ ! Ë ŕą¨ŕ§ ŕŁŞË âââ episode 1-2.
Game Caterers x SEVENTEEN
synopsis: Episode 1-2! The chaotic continuation and the second part of the individual interviews where PD Na learns more about the members of SEVENTEEN.
Ⱐ๨ৠLUNA-VERSE MASTERLIST
â°ŕą¨ŕ§ fan reactions â°ŕą¨ŕ§ game caterers masterlist
[added captions are in brackets] ᥣđŠ
bold dialogues are spoken in english ᥣđŠ
Once the laughter had finally calmed down, PD Na shifted his attention to the next member with an air of anticipation, "Where's Hoshi?"
[Next]
Hoshi, ever the enthusiastic one, quickly raised his hand with a bright smile. The two exchanged a warm greeting, familiar with each other from the âHYBEâ Special last year.
[#5 HOSHI]
"All fans in Korea approved CARAT for the hardest cheer," PD Na began, his tone light but with a hint of seriousness. "You created a five-second cheer?"
[It was 2017]
[That is a painful cheer to say all 14 names in 5 seconds]
Hoshi grinned, tilting his head to the side as he explained, "There's a bridge. I added the members' real names there. It goes 'Seungchul, Jeonghan, Jisoo, Junhui, Soonyoung,' and so on. I'm not good at it either."
The room erupted into laughter, the image of Hoshi struggling with his own creation was too amusing for the members to handle.
"That's irresponsible," PD Na teased, shaking his head with mock disappointment. "To do that, some CARATs lost their voices. Some went to the mountains to practice. Some CARATs say they'll practice it and join âShow Me the Moneyâ. You shouldn't ignore it after making it."
This comment had everyone howling with laughter. The thought of fans taking such extreme measures just to perfect the chant was both hilarious and endearing.
Hoshi, unable to hold back his laughter, added, "I listen to it on stage. 'It's very nice of them.'"
The absurdity of his casual comment made the members laugh even harder.
"After making them do it?" Seungkwan asked, his tone incredulous but playful as if he couldnât believe Hoshi's nonchalance.
"You're grateful, butâŚ" PD Na trailed off, leaving the unsaid criticism hanging in the air.
"That's not my job. I have to dance on stage," Hoshi defended himself, shrugging as if to say his responsibilities ended with choreography.
"Send them a message," PD Na suggested, gesturing toward the camera.
Hoshi turned to face the camera, a wide, sincere smile on his face. "Dear CARAT, I'm saying hello on âThe Game Caterersâ. I'm always grateful. I love you," he said, his voice filled with genuine affection. The members giggled amongst themselves, entertained by how quickly Hoshi could switch from playful to sincere.
"Did you make one for 'Super'?" PD Na asked, steering the conversation forward.
"I made one for 'Super'," Hoshi confirmed with a nod, his expression brightening at the mention of the song.
"Did you?" PD Na asked, seeking confirmation.
"Yes," Hoshi replied, his tone unwavering.
"Can you show me?" PD Na prompted, his curiosity piqued.
"It's the same," Hoshi laughed, before launching into the cheer, "Seungchul, Jeonghan, Jisoo, Junhui, Soonyoung⌠There's no change in members. So it's the same."
"It's still fourteen," Seungkwan pointed out, his voice tinged with both amusement and pride.
[On the other side]
As Hoshi finished demonstrating the cheer, a few members couldn't resist trying it out themselves, their voices low as they muttered under their breath. Vernon, Jun, and Luna were the most engrossed, each attempting to get the sequence of names just right in five seconds.
Luna, in particular, was concentrating hard, her gaze on the floor, her brows furrowed in determination as she softly repeated the chant over and over. âSeungchul, Jeonghan, Jisoo, Junhui, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Jihoon?â She paused, realizing she had messed up, before trying again, âSeungchul, Jeonghan, Jisoo, Junhui, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Jisoo?⌠Jisoo again,â she muttered to herself, frustration creeping into her voice.
[Understanding how CARAT feels]
Jeonghan, who was sitting next to her, had been watching her with a soft grin on his face, his long black hair falling gently over his eyes. He couldnât help but find her determination endearing, the way her nose scrunched up in frustration making him smile even more. His gaze never wavered from her, his fondness for her evident in the way he looked at her.
âTry it again, you can do it again,â Jeonghan urged her softly, his voice encouraging but gentle, wanting her to succeed.
[Attempt 100]
Luna nodded, her focus sharpening as she gave it another go. âSeungchul, Jeonghan, Jisoo, Junhui, Soonyoung, Wonwoo, Jihoon, Myungho, Jiyeon, Mingyu, Seokmin, Seungkwan, Hansol, Chan.â
[After several attempts]
[She did it]
This time, she nailed it, and a huge smile spread across her face as she finally looked up at Jeonghan. He hadnât looked away once, his expression proud and warm. Seeing her joy, his own smile widened, his eyes crinkling at the corners.
âYay,â Luna said with a soft chuckle, the relief and happiness clear in her voice.
[Bunny no. 1 is proud of herself]
âGood job,â Jeonghan replied, his voice still soft, filled with genuine warmth and pride for her accomplishment.
[Bunny no. 2 is proud of her too]
The small moment between them didnât go unnoticed by the others.
PD Na scanned the room before settling his gaze on Wonwoo. âWhereâs Wonwoo?â he asked.
Wonwoo raised his hand and gave a slight bow.
[#6 WONWOO]
PD Na smiled, acknowledging him. âWe didnât meet last time. Nice to meet you.â
[First time meeting Producer Na]
âNice to meet you too,â Wonwoo replied politely, his voice calm.
PD Na continued, âYouâre so good-looking, not that I mean the rest arenât. Youâre tall, good-looking, and big.â His tone was half-joking but sincere. âIn fact, I heard you were in a photoshoot recently. The theme was your shoulders? I heard you have nice shoulders.â
[Compliments]
Wonwoo chuckled softly before explaining, âI had a photoshoot about a year ago. The whole theme was about the body, and I was in charge of the shoulders, so I took photos focusing on them.â
Hoshi, ever the supportive member, chimed in, âHe has broad shoulders.â
âThey do look nice,â Dokyeom added, nodding in agreement.
Dino, who was sitting near Wonwoo, turned toward him and said with a mischievous grin, âYou should show him.â
âShow him,â Mingyu echoed, clearly enjoying where this was going.
Wonwoo looked around, slightly confused but amused. âHow?â he asked, letting out a timid chuckle as he tried to figure out what they wanted from him.
Without hesitation, Seungkwan and Minghao reached over and began to remove each side of Wonwooâs denim jacket, one side at a time, leaving him sitting there, caught off guard but laughing along with everyone else.
âTake your shirt off,â Dokyeom suggested, his tone half-serious, half-joking.
[None of their business]
Luna, who had been watching the antics, turned in her seat to face Wonwoo and gently patted his knee. âWhat are you guys doing to Wonwoo?â she teased, her eyes sparkling with amusement.
Seungkwan, always quick with a response, said, âHis videos are always the most popular. Hurry up.â
ââMost popular,ââ Dokyeom laughed, echoing Seungkwanâs words.
PD Na stood up from his place on the floor, a mischievous smile on his face as he walked toward Wonwoo with a tape measure in hand. âA lot of CARATs are curious,â he said, causing a ripple of excitement to spread through the room.
[Wonwoo has broad shoulders]
[We decided to measure it and see]
As PD Na carefully measured Wonwoo's shoulders, the membersâ voices overlapped in a chorus of comments about Wonwoo's impressive physique.
âTheyâre broad from the bones.â
âHis shoulder bones are wide.â
âHe was born with it.â
âTheyâre so broad.â
âTheyâre thin and wide.â
âItâs pretty because itâs sharp.â
âI want to be like him.â
âThatâs nice. Thin and wide.â
Wonwoo sat there patiently, his expression calm as always. âIâm not sure if I have wide shoulders,â he said humbly. âIâve never measured them before.â
âFifty-eight centimeters,â PD Na concluded, nodding in approval before turning to the next target. âI think Mingyu has broader shoulders.â
Mingyu straightened up, ready for his turn, as PD Na headed toward him. The atmosphere was charged with anticipation as PD Na began measuring Mingyuâs shoulders.
[Suddenly measuring Mingyu's shoulders]
A few seconds later, PD Na broke the silence with a small smile. âNot quite,â he said.
[Shocking]
The members burst into laughter as Mingyu looked around, a mock expression of disbelief on his face as if it were a great disappointment to not have the broadest shoulders.
âEven with a jacket on, his shoulders are fifty centimeters,â PD Na said, amused.
âIt's fifty centimeters?â Mingyu asked, his voice tinged with shock.
âFifty-one,â Luna teased with a smirk.
âFifty-twoâ Jeonghan followed, chuckling at the playful banter.
[The twin bunny telepathy]
Mingyu looked back at PD Na, still appalled. âIâm eight centimeters shorter?â he asked, which only made everyone laugh harder.
Woozi interjected with a grin, âMingyu eats like eight chickens a day.â
âHeâs eating away all the chickens,â S.Coups added, shaking his head in mock disapproval.
[What did he eat all those chicken breast for?]
But Mingyu wasnât done yet. He stood up from his seat, determined to set the record straight. He removed his jacket, standing straighter than ever as PD Na measured him again.
[Remeasure]
âHis pride is hurt,â Luna observed with a laugh, turning to the writers in front of her. âHe needed to get remeasured.â
"Mingyu has a nice body." PD Na complimented him. "Widen your chest."
[Showing off]
"It's wide." Minghao exclaimed.
Mingyuâs determination paid off as PD Na remeasured him, announcing, âOh! Fifty-seven centimeters.â
A relieved smile spread across Mingyuâs face as he quickly threw his jacket back on and sat down next to Luna. âI was almost disappointed,â he admitted. âIt wasnât even my question, but it wouldâve embarrassed me.â
Luna turned to him, a teasing glint in her eyes. âWhat's embarrassing is how much it affected you,â she said, her voice laced with amusement.
Mingyu turned to her in shock, his mouth agape, which only made Luna laugh harder. Before he could reply, Dino seized the moment to tease him further.
âWonwoo just sat there quietly,â Dino pointed out, mimicking how Wonwoo had sat nonchalantly and normally before exaggerating how Mingyu had broadened his shoulders. "But you broadened your shoulders."
The members burst out laughing again, and before Mingyu could defend himself, Jeonghan jumped in. âIf I raised my shoulders, my shoulders would've gotten three centimeters wider,â he said, mimicking Mingyuâs exaggerated movements.
Mingyu was left speechless, looking around the room in disbelief. âWas the question for me?â he asked, which only made the room erupt in laughter once more.
[It was for Wonwoo]
âYou acted like it was,â Luna shot back, a shit-eating grin on her face as she side-eyed Mingyu, clearly enjoying the chaos sheâd stirred.
After a brief pause, Mingyu wrapped his arm around Lunaâs neck, pulling her close and squishing her cheeks playfully. Luna shrieked, the high-pitched sound filling the room and making everyone laugh even harder.
âStop!â Luna squealed, trying to push him away. âMy hair, Gyu!â
Mingyu finally released her, laughing along with everyone else as he helped Luna fix her hair, her face flushed from the playful teasing.
PD Na moved on to the next member, a playful glint in his eye. âWoozi,â he called out.
Woozi raised his hand and bowed slightly, his usual calm demeanor firmly in place.
[#7 WOOZI]
âWoozi, I heard youâre a homebody. You never leave home. Is that true?â PD Na asked, leaning forward with curiosity.
Before Woozi could even respond, the room erupted in a chorus of agreement.
âHe never leaves.â
âHe never leaves.â
âHeâs always at home.â
âWork, home, or gymâ thatâs it.â
Woozi nodded in agreement, not bothering to refute the claims. His expression remained neutral as if this was something heâd heard a thousand times before.
[The reason for his fair skin]
PD Na grinned. âWell, we have something to celebrate today. You were found outside of your house after five years!â
The members cheered, clapping and laughing at the rare occasion.
S.Coups joined in, nodding. âSomeone saw him.â
[Live trend: the sight of Woozi outside]
âWhere?â Seungkwan asked, turning to their leader with wide eyes.
âIn Apgujeong,â S.Coups answered with a knowing nod.
âS.Coups knows everything,â Seungkwan said, pointing at him.
âDid you look it up?â PD Na asked, his chuckle echoing in the room.
S.Coups simply nodded.
[He'd know since it was on live trend list]
âWhere in Apgujeong?â Seungkwan asked again, curiosity piqued.
âIn ApgujeongâŚâ S.Coups began, but before he could finish, Wonwoo interjected.
âIn front of the gym?â Wonwoo guessed.
S.Coups shook his head. âNo, it wasnât the gym.â He pointed at Seungkwan, a playful glint in his eye. âYou know the cafĂŠ? Right underâŚâ He mentioned the cafĂŠâs name, and the members instantly voiced their agreement, recognizing the place.
Woozi finally spoke up, his tone calm and matter-of-fact. âThat was for work.â
[It wasn't for his own]
âCARATs saw him in the cafe,â S.Coups said, unable to resist.
Woozi sighed lightly. âI havenât been to Apgujeong lately. Before, our studio was in Apgujeong. I used to go there often, but not anymore. I donât even go to Apgujeong now.â
PD Na followed up with another question, his curiosity clearly piqued. âThen what were you doing in there?â
Woozi shook his head slightly as if the answer was obvious. âIt was for work. I never went there for myself.â
âDo you even remember going out except for work?â PD Na asked, raising an eyebrow.
S.Coups leaned forward, ready to answer for him. âWhen we had a get-together.â
[SEVENTEEN's April Meeting, #Wooziâs Outing]
Woozi nodded in agreement, âExcept for that, I didnât go anywhere.â
Seungkwan chimed in, adding more context. âItâs gotten to the point where if we go abroad, we have about two days to go out or rest before the performance. But for two whole days, he never left his hotel room. We had to check if he was alive.â
[They had to force the door open]
The members burst into laughter, nodding in agreement with Seungkwanâs observation. Woozi chuckled shyly, the corners of his lips twitching up.
PD Na looked at Woozi with amusement. âWhy do you do that? Is there a reason you donât want to go out?â
âIâm too lazy,â Woozi admitted, his voice deadpan, which only made his members chuckle more.
[Things he do: Write lyrics, compose,arrange, produce songs, sing, dance, selfie]
âItâs pretty serious,â Seungkwan snickered, shaking his head.
Woozi shrugged, his expression unbothered. âI tend to avoid anything that consumes my energy. So I just stay still.â
âAre you like Jeonghan?â PD Na asked, glancing over at the member known for his laid-back personality.
Luna shook her head, knowing the difference between the two. âHannie oppa needs to go out when weâre abroad,â she pointed out, gesturing to Jeonghan who lazily nodded, his eyes droopy and accompanied by a lazy smirk, a common look for him.
âHe goes around busily,â Mingyu added, backing up Lunaâs statement.
Wonwoo pointed at Jeonghan fromte back row, chuckling. âHe's⌠When he goes abroad, he travels around the most.â
âWhen heâs abroad, he must go out,â Hoshi agreed a fond smile on his face.
[They have a lot to say]
Seungkwan couldnât resist mimicking Jeonghan during their trips, his expression and tone spot-on. âHeâs like, âLetâs go, letâs go.â Then thirty minutes laterâŚâ Seungkwanâs expression shifted to one of sudden fatigue as he mimicked Jeonghan tiredly demanding, â'Letâs go.'â
Luna chuckled at the resemblance, nodding in agreement. âYouâre right.â
Jeonghan, feeling the need to defend himself, gestured with his hands as he explained, âI get drained fast from walking around a lot. Woozi never goes out.â
âHe knows heâd run out of energy fast, so he saves his energy,â PD Na said, referring to Woozi with a knowing smile.
âThatâs right,â Woozi confirmed, unbothered by the analysis of his habits.
âOkay,â PD Na nodded, wrapping up Wooziâs interview with a satisfied grin before moving on to the next member, eager to uncover more of SEVENTEENâs unique dynamics.
PD Na glanced at his notes and then looked up, calling out, âThe8. Where are you?â
Minghao raised his hands slightly, making his presence known with a gentle wave. His calm demeanor caught the attention of everyone, and the members turned to look at him as PD Na addressed him.
[#8 THE8]
âYou injured your shoulders? How?â PD Na asked, concern evident in his tone.
âThis?â Minghao said, gesturing to his injured shoulder. âI fell while working out.â His expression was casual as if it was no big deal.
âDid someone push you or anything?â PD Na inquired, leaning forward slightly.
Minghao shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. âNever. I did it to myself. I was careless.â
âWhatâs there to be careless about while working out?â PD Na followed up, his curiosity piqued.
Minghao hesitated for a second, then replied with a lighthearted tone, âWell⌠you know.â His vague answer made PD Na burst into laughter, and the rest of the members joined in, amused by his nonchalant attitude.
[No more explanation]
âBy the time this airs, Iâll be fine,â he added, reassuring everyone.
âAre you almost healed?â PD Na asked, glancing at Minghaoâs shoulder again.
âYes,â Minghao nodded, his voice steady and confident.
PD Na glanced at the paper in front of him, preparing for the next question. âIt says here, after the HYBE Special last time, on your social media live show⌠you said you got along with me. In what sense did we get along?â
Minghaoâs eyes softened as he thought back. âThat day, you kept asking me to do something. You listened to me carefully,â he explained.
Luna, sitting in front, turned to look at Minghao with a warm smile on her face. She found his gentleness endearing. âYouâre so cute, Hao,â she said, her voice teasing but affectionate.
âHeâs sweet,â Wonwoo added, agreeing with Lunaâs sentiment.
Minghao continued, his tone sincere, âI was touched. So I always wanted to work with you again.â
âWhat should we do?â PD Na asked, his curiosity growing.
Mingyu, always quick with a playful suggestion, proposed jokingly, âYou should go for coffee with him.â
âYou should have a meal with him,â Joshua added, smiling.
âCall him. Have coffee with him and Woozi in Apgujeong,â Mingyu suggested his grin widening.
Minghao turned to PD Na, his eyes earnest. âDo you want to?â
âIt works for me,â PD Na nodded, chuckling. âThat gives Woozi an excuse to leave home.â
âSounds good to me,â Minghao nodded in agreement, his usual calm demeanor unwavering.
PD Na looked up from his notes, his eyes landing on Luna, the only female member of the group. âLuna,â he began, his tone warm and welcoming.
Luna responded with a bright smile and a respectful bow. âYes, hello!â
[#9 LUNA]
âItâs our first time meeting as well,â PD Na noted, returning her smile. âNice to meet you.â
âNice to meet you too,â Luna replied, her voice soft and polite.
PD Na smiled at her, his gaze briefly flicking back to his notes before continuing, âI heard youâre also injured.â
Luna nodded, raising her right hand to show him. âYes, I fractured my middle and ring finger.â
[Injury no. 2]
âDid you hurt yourself while working out as well?â PD Na asked, his eyebrows raised slightly in concern.
âNo,â Luna shook her head, a small smile on her lips. âI was practicing and I slipped and landed on my hand.â
âThat must have hurt,â PD Na remarked sympathetically.
âIâm okay now, though,â Luna reassured him, shaking her head as if to wave off everyoneâs worries. âItâs healing well,â she added, wiggling her fingers slowly to prove her point.
âThatâs good,â PD Na nodded, relieved. He then glanced back down at his paper, his expression shifting to one of mild surprise as he read his next note. âIt says here that you are known to cause fights.â
The sudden statement caught everyone off guard. The members burst into laughter while Luna sat there, shocked and confused, unsure of how to respond.
[Shocked bunny]
âMe?â she asked, pointing to herself, her voice tinged with disbelief. âFights? Where did you hear that?â She laughed, still trying to process the unexpected accusation.
PD Na pointed at his paper, a teasing grin on his face. âWe did our research. It says here that you caused a lot of fights when you were a trainee.â
A chorus of agreements erupted from the members, with many of them pointing at her and Jeonghan, nodding vigorously.
âThatâs right!â
âHeâs right!â they echoed, their voices overlapping as they teased her.
"This is amazing," Dokyeom laughed harder.
âWhat?â Luna turned to look at her members, her confusion deepening as she tried to piece together what they were talking about. "Huh? What are you guys talking about?"
[Someone help her]
Then her eyes landed on Jeonghan who was already watching her, and it all clicked. The realization dawned on her face, her expression shifting from confusion to understanding, and then to amusement. âAh,â she laughed, finally catching on.
Jeonghan, always the instigator, just grinned back at her, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
As the memory clicked into place, Luna laughed harder, her laughter bubbling over as she covered her mouth with her hands. âThis is amazing,â she marveled, still giggling. âHow did you guys find out about that? I had completely forgotten about it.â
PD Na watched her with amusement, leaning forward slightly. âCan you tell us about it?â he asked, clearly intrigued.
Luna glanced at Jeonghan, who nodded in agreement, his smile knowing. She turned back to the group, preparing to recount the story. âIt was when I was a trainee, and I was new at âPLEDISâ. This happened about five months after I joined,â Luna began, her hands moving animatedly as she spoke. âThis one time, I just had the hardest day. The training was intense, I was sick at that time as well, and I remember stressing over my exams because I was still in school.â
Everyone listened carefully, their expressions a mix of curiosity and amusement. Her members, who knew the story well, giggled quietly, already anticipating where it was headed.
Luna continued, âI hadnât eaten the entire day. I came to the practice room, and I had an apple. Then, one of the trainees came over, and he was teasing me.â
She paused, mimicking the boyâs actions by raising her hand as if holding something up high. âHe took my apple, raised it up, and teased me to take it. He kept doing it and wouldn't give it to me up to the point that I just started crying,â Luna admitted, laughing at the memory of her younger, more vulnerable self.
[Protect her]
âAww,â the members and producers chorused, a mixture of sympathy and amusement in their voices.
Luna pressed on, âThen, all of a sudden, Jeonghannie oppa came in.â She placed her hand on Jeonghanâs leg, and though he made no move, he continued listening to her, his smirk growing as he anticipated the end of the story. âHe saw me crying, took one look at the apple, and then he wentâŚâ
Luna mimicked Jeonghanâs deep, angry voice and stern expression, saying, ââGive it back'.â
The room exploded into shrieks. The members erupted in howls and laughter, some leaping out of their seats, while others covered their mouths in teasing disbelief. The laughter was contagious, filling the room. Luna and Jeonghan remained seated next to each other, smiling as the room buzzed with the chaotic energy of their shared memories.
[Pandemonium]
As the laughter in the room finally began to die down, Luna continued the story, still smiling. âThe trainee still wouldnât give it back and thought Hannie oppa was joking with him,â she said, recalling the moment. âThen he went, âI said give it back,â but the trainee just laughed at him. Oppa was one of the oldest, so it was a bit disrespectfulâŚâ
PD Na, fully invested in the story, leaned in slightly. âThen⌠what did he do?â he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Jeonghan, his voice calm and deep, answered this time, his eyes still carrying that signature droopy look as he smirked lazily. âI cursed him out.â
[Proud]
The casual delivery of his words contrasted with the intensity of the moment, making the members erupt into a chorus of teasing.
"Ooh, he cursed!"
"He really cursed him out!"
"He cursed!" they repeated, pointing at Jeonghan and laughing even harder.
Luna nodded, trying to keep a straight face, before wrapping up the story. "Then after that, we left, and he bought me food."
[Food is always the answer]
Before PD Na could reply, Seungkwan jumped in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "There was also this one time. Maybe a year after that incident."
[Another one?]
PD Na raised his eyebrows, intrigued. "There's another one?"
Luna, confused, turned to look at Seungkwan, who was seated behind her. "What else is there?" she asked, genuinely puzzled.
"It happened a year before we debuted," Seungkwan leaned forward, his voice carrying a nostalgic tone. "Noona is beautiful. She's really beautiful. Even back then when she was younger, she hasn't changed at all. Not once. She looks the exact same. The only thing that changed is her height." He emphasized each word to PD Na, while Luna listened quietly, her members nodding in agreement.
"She was an extremely popular trainee," Seungkwan continued. "A lot of boys liked her."
With that, a chorus of agreements spilled from the mouths of the members. "That's true," Mingyu said, nodding along with the others.
"There was a time when two trainees were literally arguing about her because they both liked her, and they decided to talk to her about it and make her decide," Seungkwan added, glancing over at Luna with a grin.
[Love triangle drama]
"I remember this," S.Coups chuckled, his eyes lighting up with the memory.
Lunaâs eyes widened as she finally recalled the story. "Oh, right! Once they saw me, they started arguing in front of me," she nodded, using her hands to illustrate the scene.
"Right. They were literally fighting in front of her," Seungkwan affirmed. "The members present tried to make them stop, but one thing led to another, and they both grabbed Luna by each hand," Seungkwan demonstrated the movement, grabbing Wonwooâs arm to illustrate the point.
"Jeonghan⌠He was the angriest I've ever seen him in my life," Seungkwan said, raising his hand as if swearing to the truth.
Seungkwan then stood up, pulling Wonwoo to his feet to act out the scene. "Jeonghan went up to them and justâŚ" He mimicked Jeonghanâs aggressive stance, facing Wonwoo head-on, his expression fierce.
"Jeonghan had really long hair back then, so it was swaying like this," Seungkwan added, shaking his head from side to side, imitating the way Jeonghanâs hair had moved during the confrontation. "'Let go,'" he said in a deep, angry voice, perfectly mimicking Jeonghan.
[Is this a drama?]
Another chorus of amused, teasing "Oohs" erupted from the members, while Luna sat laughing, her shoulders shaking with mirth.
S.Coups, still seated, shook his head with a grin. "I had to get him off. It was the first time I saw Jeonghan angry as well," he confessed, looking at Jeonghan with a mixture of admiration and amusement.
PD Na directed his attention to Jeonghan, raising an eyebrow with an amused smile. "It seems like you're involved in a lot of these stories."
[Fully charged Jeonghan is scary]
Before Jeonghan could respond, Dokyeom cut in with a knowing grin. "Jeonghan is the most protective of Luna."
Luna quickly interjected, shaking her head with a smile. "No, itâs because he was the first person I became friends with when I joined. He was the person I was most comfortable with."
Jeonghan finally spoke up, his tone nonchalant as if the answer was obvious. "How else am I supposed to react during that situation?"
Hoshi chimed in, nodding in agreement. "Heâs cool."
"Very cool," Minghao said.
Seungkwan, ever the dramatic one, couldnât resist adding his flair. "I swear it was like a drama," he said, his voice filled with exaggerated emotion. "It was like you could hear the song play⌠'Almost Paradise'âŚ'" He sang the familiar tune, sending the room into another round of laughter.
PD Na, still chuckling, looked back at Jeonghan and Luna. "Itâs because sheâs your best friend. You two are the closest."
Both Luna and Jeonghan nodded, confirming the bond they shared.
[Best bunny friends]
"She's like your younger sister," PD Na added thoughtfully.
Jeonghan, who had been nodding in agreement, suddenly faltered. "Nâ yâyes," he stuttered, quickly changing his answer.
The subtle exchange of looks between Jeonghan and Luna that followed didnât go unnoticed. Jeonghan's eyes lingered on her for just a moment, while Luna remained composed, though there was a fleeting glint of something unspoken in her eyes. It was a small, almost imperceptible moment, but the hesitation in Jeonghanâs response added a strange tension to the room that only the members noticed and understood as if there was more to the story than they were letting on.
PD Na, oblivious to the undercurrent, chuckled again. "I never thought you would be the type of person to fight," he remarked to Jeonghan, amused by the contrast between his usual calm demeanor and the stories being told.
The room burst into laughter again, and in perfect sync, both Luna and Jeonghan replied, "Youâd think."
[Twin bunny telepathy pt. 100]
PD Na, still smiling from the last exchange, nodded and said, "Alright," before shifting his attention to the next member. "Next is the energetic Mingyu. Long time no see," he greeted warmly, prompting Mingyu to bow deeply in return.
"Nice to see you again," Mingyu replied.
[#10 MINGYU]
"Mingyu with fifty-seven centimeters shoulders," PD Na added with a playful grin, making Mingyu scoff out a laugh.
"It's one centimeter shorter than Wonwoo," S.Coups teased, chuckling along with the others.
PD Na started with a mischievous glint in his eye, "Recently, you were seen at the soccer game on March 28â Korea versus Uruguay."
Mingyu nodded in confirmation, bracing himself for the direction of the conversation.
"Why did you go?" PD Na asked, feigning genuine curiosity, which caused the members to burst out laughing at the obviousness of the question.
[What?]
"Why did you go?" Luna echoed playfully, adding to the teasing.
Mingyu chuckled, shaking his head in mock disbelief. "To watch soccer."
"No," PD Na responded, shaking his head as if Mingyu had given the wrong answer, making the group laugh harder.
"A lot of people say that's not true. I heard you went to have a meal," PD Na continued, fueling the lighthearted banter.
Mingyu laughed, trying to explain, "My acquaintance told me that too. Someone posted that I had two corndogs."
"That's the issue," PD Na stated with mock seriousness.
"They have a problem with him eating?" Luna asked her tone genuinely upset but masked by her composed expression.
Mingyu tried to clarify, "Just to clarifyâ" but Dokyeomâs laughter cut through the air, amplifying the ridiculousness of the entire situation.
Joshua jumped in, grinning, "Did you have three?"
"I had one," Mingyu replied, holding up a finger as if to prove his point.
"No," PD Na shook his head again, still playing along.
"To clarify, one corndog, one shrimp skewerâŚ" Mingyu trailed off.
"One sausage," Seungkwan added helpfully from behind him.
"Did you have a sausage too?" Mingyu asked, looking genuinely surprised.
"One long chicken skewer," Seungkwan reminded him, grinning.
"One chicken skewer," Mingyu repeated with a laugh, "one pizza."
Vernon, who had been quietly enjoying the banter, added, "You had a meal."
"I kept eating every twenty-five minutes," Mingyu admitted before turning to his members with a look of innocence, "Isn't that normal?"
[No]
Luna chuckled, shaking her head in amusement, "I don't know, but you can eat whatever you want."
Mingyuâs smile softened at her supportive comment, his fondness for Luna evident in his expression. "Thank you," he said, genuinely touched.
"I was there too. We were the only ones eating," Seungkwan chimed in, still smiling.
"It was really good. It was my first time there," Mingyu added, nodding as if to emphasize his point.
S.Coups, who had been enjoying the story from the sidelines, suddenly joined in. "I sent him the photo that people took. I told him," he said, pointing at Mingyu with a grin.
[They're acquaintances]
Mingyuâs eyes lit up in recognition, pointing back at S.Coups. "Right. He's right. âDid you go to watch a soccer game?â In real-time."
Jun leaned forward, a mischievous grin on his face, and chimed in, "I got calls from my friends in China. âYou guys eat so much,â they said."
Mingyuâs eyes widened in shock. "You got calls from China?" he asked, clearly surprised by how far the news of his eating habits had spread.
[Mingyu's eating show spread to China]
"What youâre saying sounds like a curse, yet a compliment," Mingyu continued, shaking his head in disbelief. "Even people in China know."
"Thatâs how popular you are," Jeonghan said with a reassuring smile.
[Kim Influence is going global]
"Thanks," Mingyu replied, still processing the absurdity of the situation but appreciating the humor.
PD Na, ever the entertainer, jumped in. "You should explain it to CARATs because theyâre worried that you didnât eat that much that day."
Luna, who had been following the conversation intently, suddenly realized the true concern behind the question. "Ah, they are worried," she said, nodding in understanding.
Mingyu turned to face the camera, adopting a mock-serious expression as he addressed CARATs. "Though it was said that I only had two corndogs, I had a lot of other stuff. You donât need to worry. Iâll continue to eat a lot."
"Itâs nice to eat a lot," Minghao added, his simple but profound comment making them all chuckle before the conversation moved on.
PD Na, ever the director of smooth transitions, glanced down at his notes and then back up at the members. âWhereâs DK?â he asked, his eyes scanning the room.
Dokyeom immediately raised both his hands with an infectious smile, âHello!â he greeted cheerfully, bowing his head slightly in respect.
[#11 DK]
âI looked it up, and there are many nice stories about you,â PD Na began, making the members around the room go, âOohh,â with teasing enthusiasm.
[Nice stories poured out]
âLetâs hear them,â S.Coups said, leaning forward with genuine interest.
PD Na looked surprised as he asked, âYou didnât know?â
âLet me hear them first,â S.Coups responded, his curiosity piqued.
âYou didnât look up DK?â PD Na asked in disbelief, a grin forming on his face as Dokyeom laughed at the playful jab.
S.Coups pointed at Dokyeom with a chuckle, âI know he bought our fans a meal the other day.â
[That's it!]
This revelation sent a wave of gasps and surprised reactions through the room. The writers and PD Na were visibly shocked as they looked at S.Coups, amazed that he had guessed the exact story they were about to ask DK about.
âAmazing,â Joshua said, shaking his head in disbelief.
âThatâs crazy,â Luna muttered, glancing at her leader with wide eyes. âKinda scary,â she added, her voice laced with a mix of awe and amusement.
âIn fact, they were Mingyuâs fans,â S.Coups added, sending another ripple of amazement through the members, followed by a chorus of, âOoohs.â
âReally?â Vernon asked, turning to look at Mingyu, who seemed just as surprised.
âHow does he know?â Woozi wondered aloud, his tone reflecting the general sentiment in the room.
Dokyeom nodded, recalling the story. âI think they were Mingyu, Luna, and Jeonghanâs fans,â he confirmed.
[They're all SEVENTEEN's fans anyway]
This made Luna turn to Dokyeom with an expression of amazement. âReally?â she asked, her voice filled with genuine surprise.
PD Na, now fully engrossed, looked back down at his notes. ââOn March 22, 2023, he ran into the fans in the restaurant and asked if theyâd eaten. He gave them autographs and paid for their meals.ââ
Another chorus of amazement filled the room, the members clearly impressed by Dokyeomâs kind gesture.
âHeâs cool,â Joshua commented, his voice filled with admiration.
âSo cool,â another member echoed.
âDokyeomie is sweet,â Luna added, smiling up at Dokyeom from her seat, her voice warm and affectionate.
However, amid the praise, Seungkwan interjected, âYou asked someone in the restaurant if theyâd eaten?â
This question caused a ripple of laughter among the members. âHe was asking if they finished eating,â S.Coups corrected with a grin.
âThat wasnât my question,â Dokyeom said, laughing at the misunderstanding.
[To explain what happened]
Dokyeom then went on to explain what had actually happened. âThere was one table left next to mine. CARATs who were waiting sat there, so we got to eat together. They were eating very carefully in case I didnât feel comfortable. They didnât have to. So, before I left, I apologized for making them feel uncomfortable. I gave them my autograph and paid for their food.â
The members praised him for his thoughtfulness, their admiration clear in their voices.
Mingyu, ever the curious one, raised his hand and turned to DK with a playful glint in his eye. âI have a question. I heard the manager was there too. Did you pay with the corporate card or your own card?â
This inquiry made PD Na laugh, clearly enjoying the light-hearted moment.
âMy own card,â Dokyeom responded with a nod, making the members marvel at him even more.
âAre you sure?â Mingyu pushed, his tone teasing.
âIt was my own card. Check the receipt,â Dokyeom insisted with a confident nod.
âIâm going to check the receipt for March 22,â Mingyu said, his tone half-joking, half-serious.
Luna, who had been listening to the exchange with a mixture of amusement and affection, reached over and patted Mingyuâs leg, âJust stop,â she said, her voice carrying a motherly scolding tone that made the others chuckle.
Dino turned to Mingyu with a grin. âYouâre so petty,â he teased.
âIâm just joking. What are you talking about?â Mingyu pouted in response, clearly enjoying the banter.
Joshua chimed in with a playful jab, âBecause he has narrow shoulders. Heâs petty because he has narrow shoulders.â
[Mad Joshua]
This comment sent the room into a fit of laughter, with even Mingyu unable to hold back his own amusement. As the laughter erupted around him, Mingyu threw himself onto Lunaâs lap, his broad frame folding over as he laughed heartily.
Luna, still laughing herself, half-heartedly caressed his back, her fingers lightly tracing the fabric of his shirt as she indulged his playful antics. "See? That's what you get."
âPeople with narrow shoulders are petty,â Dokyeom added, agreeing with Joshua and further fueling the laughter.
[They can talk about Mingyu's shoulder sall day long]
âItâs okay. Just work out,â Jeonghan told Mingyu once he got off Lunaâs lap, his tone matter-of-fact.
PD Na moved his gaze to the next member, a mischievous smile tugging at his lips. âNext is Seungkwan,â he announced, causing Seungkwan to sit up straight in his seat, his attention fully captured.
[#12 SEUNGKWAN]
âI have something to check instead of a question,â PD Na began, his tone hinting at something humorous.
[In the last âHYBEâ Special]
Seungkwan immediately seemed to catch on, a wide smile spreading across his face as he recalled his role in the âHYBEâ special.
âHoshi was like, âThe son of Na Young Suk,â âYouâre the son of tvN.ââ He mimicked Hoshiâs tone and expressions, drawing laughter from the room.
[Approved to be Na Yung Suk's son]
PD Na burst into laughter, his eyes crinkling in amusement, while Hoshi nodded vigorously, laughing and pointing at Seungkwan as if to say, âExactly!â
âHe was like, âSeungkwan is the son of tvN,ââ Seungkwan repeated, this time with more emphasis, making the rest of the members chuckle.
Wonwoo, who had been quietly observing, leaned forward and pointed at Seungkwan. âAfter that shoot, you call him Young Suk,â he added, his deadpan tone making the statement even funnier.
Seungkwanâs face lit up with playful pride. âHeâs my friend,â he declared, bragging slightly that he was now on a first-name basis with the famous PD, causing another wave of laughter to ripple through the group.
[My friend Suk]
Hoshi joined in with a story of his own, his excitement evident. âI was amazed because there were a lot of people I didnât know. I stayed quiet because I was shy,â he admitted, his voice softening. âBut Seungkwan stepped out with confidenceâŚâ
Hoshi stood up, his expression transforming into one of exaggerated confidence as he mimicked Seungkwanâs overly bold and eccentric walk. The members burst into laughter at Hoshiâs spot-on impression, Seungkwan laughing along with them, not the least bit embarrassed.
âI even did tumbling,â Seungkwan reminded Hoshi, raising his eyebrows.
[He was unique]
PD Na, still chuckling, nodded. âHe helped me with hosting. So I gave him a coupon. It could be a coffee truck or snack food or MC replacement. Since Iâm here today, does it even out?â
Seungkwanâs brow furrowed in confusion. âIs it expired?â he asked, not quite understanding the question, while Jeonghan and Luna, who were sitting in front of him, turned to look at him.
âHeâs asking if youâre using it now,â Luna clarified, her voice light.
âYouâre using it on this. You used it for SEVENTEEN,â Jeonghan added, his tone more straightforward.
[As if they are explaining to their child]
âOh,â Seungkwan said, realization dawning on his face.
âWe got to be here thanks to you,â Mingyu added, his tone playful yet sincere.
Seungkwan turned to Mingyu with a look of mock offense. âWhat are you talking about? I worked my butt off for it,â he said, looking down at Mingyu, his tone making it clear that the coupon was only his to use. The members laughed at Seungkwanâs indignant response, the harmony in the room palpable.
[It was private property]
âIf he makes a male version of âEarth Arcade,â I was going to join it,â Seungkwan said with a pout, his comment drawing even more laughter from the members.
[He has a clear purpose]
After the laughter subsided, Seungkwan turned back to PD Na, his tone now shy. âYou said I could use it, so I thought about using it when we were filming the music video, but I just couldnât,â he admitted, his voice trailing off as he looked down.
[He's more than welcome to use it]
PD Na shook his head, a reassuring smile on his face. âIf you just tell me, whatever it is, Iâll do it for you. Just give me a call,â he said, his tone warm and genuine.
âOkay,â Seungkwan nodded, his smile returning. âIf you need anyone to talk to, Iâll go,â he offered, his voice sincere as he and PD Na exchanged nods.
[Helping each other]
PD Na turned his attention to the next member, his eyes locking on the ever-composed Vernon. âVernon,â he called out.
Vernon raised his hand slightly, acknowledging the attention.
[#13 VERNON]
âYouâre very good-looking,â PD Na commented, his tone sincere. Vernonâs lips curled into a shy smile as he bowed his head slightly. âThank you,â he responded, his voice quiet but grateful.
âNice to meet you, Vernon,â PD Na added warmly.
âNice to meet you,â Vernon replied, his voice carrying the same calmness that seemed to surround him.
PD Na shifted gears, leaning into the next topic. âYou love movies so much that you're often seen in the movies? Your nickname is Baby Lee Dong Jin?â he began, the amusement clear in his voice.
[The movie loving critic] [His nickname is Baby Lee Dong Jin]
âI was surprised to read this. I thought you were a critic. Iâll read it for youâŚâ PD Na said, reaching for his notes.
As PD Na began to read Vernonâs review of the movie âEverything Everywhere All at Onceâ, the room quieted down in anticipation. ââMy mind exploded into pieces of colored paper. Each increasing piece shines on the universe of my potential in my insufficiency. Be kind. Let there be love. Here and now,ââ he recited, each word carrying weight.
[Vernon's comment after watching 'Everything Everywhere All at Once']
The members listened intently, but it was Mingyu who couldnât hide his confusion. PD Na noticed and turned to him, âMingyu. What does that mean?â
[An unexpected literature test]
The sudden quiz caught Mingyu off guard, his face blank as the question hung in the air. The members erupted into laughter at Mingyuâs clear bewilderment, the playful teasing at full throttle.
Jeonghan, still chuckling, looked at Vernon, surprise evident in his eyes. âHow do you come up with it?â
âVernonie has a way with words,â Luna commented, her tone filled with admiration.
Mingyu, determined to redeem himself, decided to jump in. âI watched this movie too. It was very impressive,â he began, his voice carrying a note of seriousness. âThe movie describes oneâs life or expression usingâŚâ
[Skip]
But as he continued, Mingyuâs explanation became more convoluted, his thoughts spiraling into an incoherent ramble. âRespect each other and love each otherâŚâ
It was Dino who cut through Mingyuâs monologue with a blunt observation, âI donât get what you mean.â
âWhat are you saying?â Wonwoo laughed, shaking his head in disbelief.
Mingyu, clearly frustrated by the relentless teasing, looked around the room in exasperation. Luna, sitting comfortably in her seat, chuckled at the ongoing banter.
âIt was a good movie. You should watch,â Mingyu concluded with a chuckle, his voice carrying a finality that signaled he was done trying to explain.
âThere it is,â Luna laughed, her voice light. âThe bottom line is, itâs good,â she said, summing up Mingyuâs roundabout explanation.
Dino, clearly enjoying the moment, pointed at Luna in agreement. âRight? The bottom line is that itâs a good movie,â he repeated her words, earning another round of laughter from the group.
Mingyu, not one to back down, turned to Vernon. âMy comment would be, âItâs fun. You should watch it.â I just had a different way to put it,â he said, pointing at Vernon, who responded by pointing back at him.
âRight,â Vernon agreed with a knowing smile.
Woozi, who had been quietly observing the exchange, chimed in with his own insight. âIf theyâd write movie reviews, heâd give five stars and just say itâs good,â Woozi said, pointing at Mingyu, before shifting his finger towards Vernon. âBut heâd give four point seven stars and leave a long comment.â
This observation set off another wave of laughter, the members clearly enjoying Wooziâs spot-on assessment.
Vernon, however, shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips as he corrected them. âIt's a five,â he said, his voice firm in its conviction.
[5 stars for 'Everything Everywhere All at Once']
PD Na, intrigued by Vernonâs thoughtful movie review, decided to dig a little deeper. âDo you have any recommendations?â he asked, his tone reflecting genuine curiosity.
Vernon paused for a moment, clearly thinking. âSteven Spielberg recently released a new movie. Itâs called 'The Fabelmans',â he said, his expression serious.
âHave you seen it?â PD Na inquired, leaning forward slightly.
âYes,â Vernon nodded, his voice steady.
âBut it just came out,â PD Na remarked, a hint of surprise in his voice.
âI watched it in the theater,â Vernon answered simply as if that was the most natural thing in the world.
Vernon continued, his tone reflective. âI thought it contained a lot of stories about his own life. If youâre a movie lover, youâd enjoy watching it.â
Wonwoo, sitting nearby, couldnât help but chime in with a smirk, âHe said it was good.â
âIt was good,â Vernon affirmed, his tone matter-of-fact.
Seungkwan, never one to miss a chance for a playful jab, patted Mingyu on the back and added, âHe said, âIt was good. You should watchâ in a cool way.â
Mingyu, still determined to keep up with the film conversation, decided to contribute. âBecause I havenât seen that movie yet, something that would make me say that is 'Cinema Paradiso',â he declared, his voice full of confidence.
Vernon turned to him, a bit puzzled. âWhatâs 'Cinema Paradiso'?â
Mingyu, not missing a beat, responded with the same casual tone, âItâs a movie. Itâs good. You should watch.â
[Nice timing]
The room erupted into laughter at Mingyuâs witty reply, his playful banter lifting the spirits of everyone present.
âGood job,â Luna told Mingyu, her giggle soft yet loud.
âAs long as itâs good,â Jun said with a grin, his comment bringing yet another wave of laughter from the group.
PD Na turned his attention to the last member, the youngest of the group, Dino. âFinally, itâs Dinoâs turn. Weâre finally here,â he said, smiling as he prepared to ask his question. âIâll ask him a simple question and move on.â
[#14 DINO]
PD Na continued, âDino, what kind of razor did you use today?â
At the mention of the razor, every single member burst out laughing, the room echoing with their amusement. It was an inside joke among them, first brought up on their variety show âGoing Seventeenâ, and it never failed to get a reaction.
[The other 12 love it]
[For some reason, the older ones are]
[making fun of Dino for using the electric shaver]
[Watch âGoing Seventeenâ for details]
Dino sat there, his eyes wide with disbelief, clearly shocked that the joke had followed him even here. It was a moment of realization that he couldnât seem to escape the recurring joke.
âSeriouslyâŚâ Dino trailed off, his voice a mix of resignation and amusement as he shook his head slightly.
Joshua and Mingyu, sitting on either side of him, leaned in from both sides, examining his face closely.
[Checking if he shaved today]
âYou look neat today,â they both commented, their voices teasing as they pretended to inspect the results of his shave.
[Can't hide his shyness even with makeup]
Dino, still a bit flustered, answered, âI used âGillette.ââ
âYou didnât use the electric shaver?â PD Na pressed, continuing the light-hearted interrogation.
Dino shook his head, finally starting to relax into the joke. âI donât use an electric shaver. I used it when I was in middle school,â he explained.
[Did you get that much mustache at the time?]
âI use a âGillette 6-bladeâ razor.â Dino added.
PD Na, clearly amused by the topic, kept the conversation going. âAbout the razor, when did you join SEVENTEEN?â
âFourteenâ S.Coups answered quickly for him, the leader's instincts kicking in.
Dino nodded, confirming, âI joined when I was fourteen.â
PD Na, still trying to piece together the dynamics of the group, asked, âWho was the oldest at the time?â
S.Coups raised his hand, a small smile on his lips as he acknowledged his role.
âS.Coups,â Dino said..
âHow old were you?â PD Na asked, directing the question at S.Coups.
âI was eighteen,â S.Coups replied, his tone calm.
PD Na looked between the two, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. âHe mustâve felt like a cute little brother,â he said, referring to Dino, imagining the dynamic of an older brother looking out for the youngest.
There was a brief pause, a moment of silence that hung in the air before Hoshi, ever the mood maker, broke it with a mischievous grin. âHe didnât even look at him back then,â Hoshi remarked, his voice filled with playful accusation.
The room erupted in laughter again, the members nodding in agreement at the truth behind Hoshiâs words.
Dino, shaking his head with a chuckle, added, âHe never even looked at me.â
S.Coups, completely unbothered by the teasing, shrugged nonchalantly. âI didnât care,â he said, his tone casual as he laughed at the reminder.
PD Na, intrigued by the group's earlier dynamic, decided to dig a little deeper. âTell me more about that period,â he prompted, his tone curious.
[That period]
Immediately, a wave of disagreement washed over the members. S.Coups, shaking his head and waving his hand as if to push the topic away, said firmly, âWe shouldnât. We shouldnât talk about that period.â
Seungkwan chimed in with a smirk, âWe have to talk about it in a cart bar.â
âWith a bottle of soju,â Dino added, his tone implying theyâd need a drink or two to discuss their trainee days, which elicited another round of laughter from everyone.
Seungkwan nodded, leaning back in his seat. âWe went through so much.â
âRight. Those were tough times,â Dokyeom agreed, his chuckle carrying a hint of nostalgia.
Sensing that the topic was a sensitive one, PD Na nodded. âWeâll stop here then,â he said, understanding that some memories were best left for another time.
Switching gears, PD Na asked Dino, âIt says, is there anything the other guys took from you?â
Dino paused, thinking it over. âAnything they took from me?â he echoed, his brow furrowing in thought. After a moment, he shook his head slightly, as if dismissing the idea. âItâs never the items.â
Joshua, seated nearby, looked confused. ââNever the items?ââ he repeated.
âWhat do we take from you then?â Minghao asked, tilting his head curiously.
There was a brief pause before Dino deadpanned, âInstead of my items, they take my positive attitude and hope from me.â
The entire room erupted in laughterâ members, producers, writers, and crew alike. Dinoâs deadpan delivery and the unexpectedness of his statement had caught everyone off guard.
[The villains]
âSome things are more important than objects,â Dino added, his tone still serious, which only made the situation funnier.
[We should make a special on Dino's story]
But a second later, Dino waved his arms around, trying to get everyoneâs attention. âWait,â he said, making everyone quiet down, âexcept for noona,â he gestured to Luna, who smiled warmly at him.
âNoona is my favorite,â Dino declared.
[The twin bunny no. 1 is the favorite]
A small chorus of disagreement rose from the rest of the members, playful and lighthearted.
Luna smiled and scrunched her nose affectionately at Dino. âYouâre my favorite too,â she said.
This simple statement caused the biggest uproar yet. The members groaned in mock jealousy, and the room filled with their laughter.
Luna simply laughed along, enjoying the moment. PD Na, catching Jeonghanâs unphased expression, gestured to him. âHow about Jeonghan? He fought for you.â
Dino glanced at Jeonghan, then back at Luna as she replied without hesitation, âDino is my baby.â Her tone was affectionate, but then she turned to Jeonghan, her expression shifting to one of playful mischief. âJeonghannie oppa is⌠he knows his place,â she added with a smirk.
[Twin bunny no. 2 knows his place]
Jeonghan, seemingly unbothered by her words, nodded his head lazily, his easy compliance making his droopy eyes and lazy smirk even more pronounced. His gaze met Lunaâs, and for a brief moment, something shifted between them once more. Luna felt a flutter in her stomach, the kind of sensation that was hard to ignore. Those butterfliesâ soft, nervous, and thrillingâ seemed to take flight, making her heart beat just a little faster.
Noticing the interaction, S.Coups pointed at Luna teasingly, âThatâs not fair. Youâre not allowed to have favorites.â
Luna, trying to defend herself, waved her hand dismissively. âEyy, you have your favorites too,â she retorted, a knowing smile on her lips.
S.Coups grinned, unable to deny the accusation. His smile confirmed that she was right, and the members shared a collective laugh, the air filled with the warmth of their banter.
[Who is the leader's favorite child?]
As the interview wrapped up, the group lingered in the studio for a moment, exchanging final comments and laughter with PD Na. The conversation naturally eased, leaving everyone in high spirits. With the questions finished, they were free to leave the interview area. S.Coups signaled for the members to head back to their rest area while the crew began setting up the space for the games they would play next.
[To be continued in Clip 1-3]
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