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Why America Isnât Dominant In Swimming Any More
In the Montreal Olympics in 1976 the only non-American male swimmer standing on the top of the podium was the late David Wilkie. On the womenâs side, the only gold by an American was a relay. This disparity was created by Americaâs success. Wilkie was a British swimmer and the champion in the 200m breaststroke in 1976. America still was the dominant force in the world for men. The writing wasâŚ
#Bill Sweetenham#David Wilkie#Don Gambril#Dr James Councilman#drug cheats in swimming#Laurie Lawrence#sharing ideas in coaching#swim coach#US college swimming#US dominance in swimming
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random just dance sketches idk lol
#just dance#just dance fanart#folie#brittany#<- she is p2 in baby one more time btw. aka MY MAIN GIRL WHENEVER ME AND MY SISTERS PLAY IT YEAHHHHH#felicia#boss witch#cthylla#trashcan#i have like a whole headcanon/theory on felicity and boss witch#and by extension kitta lol#i should share that one day#also i think im in art block :(#nothing gets out of my WIP hell#this sucks for my brain which is constantly generating random ideas and coaches i want to draw every breathing second of my current life#i'm stuck posting old/sloppy drawings and lurking to satisfy my JD obsession rn
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Dear Just Dance community,
Today I present to you: a drawing that started out 100% as a joke but I feel would be greatly appreciated here.
Enjoy.
#jd#just dance fandom#just dance#just dance coach#just dance 2024#just dance unlimited#just dance 2023 edition#night swan jd#night swan just dance#night swan#she ate#when a just dance fan and a drag race fan share ideas#just dance fanart
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Hey. Did you know that some people had wished an Elena of Avalor episode that is like an Avatar: The Last Airbender episode The Tales of Ba Sing Se? It would have been great that the EoA had an episode like that (divided into chapters focusing on one or two main characters). I'm not asking you to make a fic based on what I said, but imagine something like this. There can be Elena, Isabel, Esteban, Naomi, Mateo and... GABE. Think about this, okay? Take care.
Yep, it sounds like a cool idea! It never crossed my mind in the context of the EoA, though, but I think I can save it for later.
#Ask me anything#âŚ.Naomi Mateo andâŚ#GABE#XD#Sorry it made me giggle#You know me well I see haha#Although wait#no#I did have quite a similar idea#No idea what title it had but I had an idea for the pre-canon episode telling Gabe Mateo and Naomiâs stories under Shuriki#So the four amigos had a sleepover and for absolutely no reason they realized damn we barely know anything about each otherâs pasts#So they decided to share short stories from their childhoods#Naomi told about how her family was going to move in Avalor and she was wondering whether she would like this place#Mateo told about how he discovered the basement under his house and came across all those magical books#and Gabe told about his fencing training with his coach who threw coconuts at him#Once they finished they all turned their heads towards Elena to ask her what she was doing under Shuriki#and they regretted it because they totally forgot she was trapped in the amulet and Elena just awkwardly rubbed her neck or whatever#After that they all except Elena fell asleep and she was wandering around the castle fearing what was awaiting her and her kingdom#since this âepisodeâ was supposed to take place after Naomi Knows Best and she didnât have her scepter then#And they all got to sing!#Naomiâs song was called Another New Home Mateoâs was Magical Destiny Gabeâs was Keep Fighting and Elenaâs was My Fears#Yeah very creative titles I know XD#Writing all the coolest things in the tags is my curse and I canât break it#I wonât even apologize because Iâm the only one who gets harmed by it aihsjfkf
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what hobbies can u even have when ur stuck laying in bed most of the time . i hate being on my phone 24/7 but i literally cannot sit up for more than like 15 minutes at a time most days
#like what do i even dooooooooo . if anyone has ideas PLS share#latest venture has been vocal coaching via youtube but i would like Options yknow .#i sing 24/7 too it doesnât feel like a hobby 2 me#đ¤
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đŤYour future spouse's career based on your Juno persona chart đŤ
⨠For entertainment purposes only. Enjoy.â¨
đwhat to check?
- just check your Industria (389) asteroid in your Juno persona chart.Find out in which house it falls in!!
Why this asteroid?
- Juno persona chart tells about your future spouse and Industria(389) asteroid is a long term career related asteroid. So this asteroid in your juno persona chart can give a insight about your future spouse's career.
đSOME SHORT TERMS I USED HERE :
- FS = FUTURE SPOUSE
-JPC = JUNO PERSONA CHART
Leshh go!
đ Industria in 1st house of JPC : 1st house represent one's identity, personality and how they present themselves to the world.This asteroid in 1st house suggests that their career may be tied to their personal identity and innovative spirit. Now some possible career of your fs-
*Entrepreneurial scientist - they may excel in entrepreneurial pursuits within the scientific community. They may innovate new technologies, products that have a significant impact in their field.
* Industry leader - they maybe known for their innovative idea and proactive attitude to their work. They can easily be a leader of their respective industry.
* visionary consultant - they may excel in their field as a respectful advisor, who offers solutions to businesses or individuals seeking guidance.
* Creative director- career in creative leadership such as creative director in advising, film, fashion, or design.
* makeup artist
* Model
* engeneering
* design/ work in media.
đ Industria in 2nd house of JPC : Their career may be closely related to their values resources, managing or utilising assets and their sense of stability. Some possible career of your fs -
* wealth management specialist - they helps individuals or organizations maximize their financial resources and investments through innovative and strategic approach.
* Creative Financial analyst - specialised in creative or innovative analysis methods.
* Financial innovator- innovates new financial products, services or strategies.
* asset manager
* Entrepreneurial investor
* can sing well
* accountant
đ Industria in 3rd house of JPC : 3rd house represents one's communication style, mental persuits, and interaction within immediate environment. When this asteroid in your 3rd house this can indicate that your fs may excel in the career of innovative communication methods or technologies. Some possible career of your fs -
* They may into journalism, media, broadcasting, or public relations where someone uses their creative ideas.
* technology writer/ blogger: their career path may involve writing / blogging about technologies or industry trends or sharing their ideas with wide audience.
* Workshop/ educational outreach programs.
* small business owner
* excel in troubleshooting skills, problem solving abilities, explaining complex concepts in simple terms.
đ Industria in 4th house of JPC : their career tied to their home , family roots, and emotional well-being.some possible career of your fs -
* career in real estate - specialize in designing sustainable, eco friendly, or technologically advanced buildings.
* e- commerce, consulting, freelance work.
* Family councillor or therapist - they may help individuals and families navigate challenges, fostering harmony and growth within te hone environment.
* interior designer
* Home renovation specialist
* Family owned business owner.
* childcare provider
đ Industria in 5th house of JPC : 5th house is associated with creativity,joy, children and hobbies. It governs one's individual approach to work, self expression and personal fulfillment. So your fs career strongly related to this area of life. Possible careers -
* creative artist/ entertainer - Excels in creative profession like music , theater , film, writing etc.
* event planer- organizing wedding, festivals or social gathering.
* teacher/ coach - inspiring or guiding others in academic subject/ sports.
* youth councillor - natural affinity to work with young people and helping them to discover their talents.
* atrs nd crafts business owner.
* fitness instructor
* dance teacher
* entertainment industry professional.
đ Industria in 6th house of JPC : 6th house is associated with employment, daily task, health and service to others. So possible career of your fs -
* health care professionals - career related to healthcare, nursing, doctor, medicine, and pharmacy.
* nutritionist/ dietician - helping others to improve their dietary habits , manage health condition.
* fitness trainer/ coach - motivates others to adopt healthy lifestyle.
* administrative professional - may indicate talent for efficiency, attention to detail, making career in administrative or office management appealing.
* environmental scientist
* social worker
* reasearch assistant
đ Industria in 7th house of JPC : 7th house is related to marriage, buisness partnership, legal matters, and one-on-one interactions. Possible career domains of your fs-
*legal professional - career related as mediators, legal consultant, specialization in areas such as contrat law , family law or dispute resolution.
* business consultant - expertise in the area of strategy, negotiation, and partnership development.
* marriage and family therapist - helping couples navigate challenges, improve communication and strengthen their bonds through therapy or councilling sessions.
* international business manager
* foreign affair specialist
* event coordinator
*public relation specialist
* human resources manager
đ Industria in 8th house of JPC : 8th house is associated with themes such as mysteries, psychology, healing, emotional connection. So possible careers of your fs -
* psychologist/ psychotherapist - your fs may excel in trauma therapy, helping others to navigate profound emotional experiences , uncover hidden truth.
* forensic investigator/ crime analyst- they may be focused on uncovering hidden truths and solving mysteries.
*massage therapist - specialize in modalities such as deep tissue massage, craniosacral therapy or helping clients release emotional/ physical tension through healing.
* reasearch scientist - may excel in fields such as psychology, quantum physics, or consciousness studies.
* occultist - astrologer, tarot reader, or spiritual councillors.
* healer/ energy worker
* heal others through their respective fields. Can be. Singer too .
đ Industria in 9th house of JPC: 9th house is associated with themes such as higher learning, expansion of horizons , seeking truth, broadening one's perspective through travel/ exploration. Possible careers of your fs -
* international relations specialist - involve promoting international cooperation, resolving conflicts, forming mutual understanding between nations and cultures.
* spiritual teacher/ guru- your fs may pursue careers as spiritual teachers, gurus, mentors, guiding others on their spiritual journey.
* tour guide
* philosopher
* religious leader - may pursue careers as priests, ministers, guiding and supporting communities in matters of faith and spiritual growth.
* global NGO worker
* foreign language teacher
đ Industria in 10th house of JPC: 10th house is associated with themes such as career aspirations, social status, reputation, and professional achievements. This asteroid influences the individual's approach to career, public image, authority, ambition. So possible careers of your fs -
* media personality/ influencer - television hosts , journalist, bloggers, social media influencer , reaching a wide audience.
* creative director/ artist - artist, designer, performers.
* CEO
* startup founder, business owner, or self employed professionals.
* legal professional/ lawyer
* educational administrator
đ Industria in 11th house of JPC: when your industria asteroid in this house your fs may excel in the career of social network, group affiliation, humanitarian causes, collaboration etc. So possible careers of your fs -
* social entrepreneur - creates innovative solutions to adress social challenges.
* Tech entrepreneur, start-up founder.
* content creator - social media influencers, bloggers, using their platforms to inspire/ educate peoples.
* environment activist
* advocate
* community organizer
* designing educational platforms , or promoting digital literacy.
đ Industria in 12th house of JPC: 12th house is often associated with hidden strengths, spirituality, and working behind the scenes. So possible careers of your fs -
* they might work in reserch and development, data analysis or logistical planning behind the scenes.
* astro- spiritual researcher
* music industry
* astrologer
*song writer.
* mystical or spiritual advisor.
* environmental conservationist.
⥠Note : these are only some possibilities of careers of your fs. And guys check the degrees to , it's like cheery on top đ
đDon't forget to check my other observations too đ
That's it guys , see you soon đ
- piko đ
#astro placements#astro notes#astro community#astrology#astro observations#synastry observations#asteroid#synastry aspects#future spouse#future#synastry#composite chart#composite#future husband
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Headcanons for Captain John Price and his VERY young housewife.
Mdni. Nsfw below cut.
Like unsure if youâve graduated university yet young. Like heâs gotta be 13 years your senior at minimum. And he eats that shit up. Loves the way people stare and whisper when he parades you around, massive hand planted just above your ass
Heâs like Simon in that he prefers you stay at home where he can keep you safe. Hires maids and housekeepers and cooks so your only responsibility is lounge and look pretty. Youâre his biggest trophy. Like a prize show cat. Keeping you groomed and pampered and happy. Purring into his hand the moment he comes home.
Lowkey gets so sour when you send the cook home for the day and make dinner yourself. Not that you arenât a fantastic cook, he just doesnât want you to lift a finger. Doesnât like the idea of you accidentally cutting yourself with a kitchen knife or burning yourself on a hot stove. Wants you to just be a trophy on his shelf.
Doesnât even like the idea of you showering by yourself. Gives you bubble baths so that he can be sure youâre perfectly preened because obviously heâs the only one that knows exactly how to take care of you.
LOOOOOVES that even though youâre so young you fit in perfectly with the other housewives in the neighborhood. Going to spin classes in the early morning, book club, brunch, shopping at the most expensive grocery stores.
Literally treats you like a pedigreed cat. Weekly manicures and pedicures that heâs put his card on file for. You just walk in and they know youâre Priceâs wife and that your appointments are prepaid.
And pre-tipped obvi. GENEROUS with his money when it comes to you. And thereâs probably a note under your profile that youâre to be paid careful attention. God forbid they accidentally graze your skin with the nail file and hurt his pretty kitty.
Facials and hair appointments biweekly that are the exact same way.
Your picture is posted at the gate of the base because all the guards are expected to know their chain of command and wave them in without question. He just loves that your status as his wife is enough to get you the VIP treatment you deserve.
His ultimate goal is to make you a young mom. Even though youâve only been married for a year and youâre like 22 heâs actually so pissed that youâre not bouncing a baby on your hip.
Bet he loves the idea of his kids getting bullied because their mom is hot.
Brings you around base for the sole purpose of showing off. Purposely leaves his lunch at home just so you come see him.
The first time you ever met the task force boys heâd asked you to bring something DUMB up. Like a water bottle or something. Who cares. You end up accidentally interrupting the meeting theyâre having and Price pulls you onto his lap before introducing you as his wife. Soap and Gaz are kicking each other under the table. Swear to god Gaz does that cartoon gulp. Soap looks like heâs about to explode.
Probably calls you his âold ladyâ but with the most disgustingly smug smirk on his face.
Btw if you even care youâre such a trophy to him and heâs so invested in his team that he wants to share you with the guys. Thereâs no âIâ in team. So confident in knowing that heâs the only one that can truly pamper you properly that he doesnât mind using you as leverage to get them to perform well.
Oh Soap did really well on the last mission? He can come to dinner with you guys. Price will dress you up nice and let Soap wrap his arm around your waist when you walk in. Then Price will invite him back for a nightcap and instruct you to drop down between his thighs. Coaching you through the process of palming him through his trousers, unzipping them, springing his cock free from his underwear, taking just the tip into your mouth. Being soooo nice about letting you take your time adjusting your throat. âItâs different, doll. I know. Being so good.â Until he finally snaps and fists the back of your hair, pushing you all the way down so that the room is echoing your lewd, wet gags and moans. He doesnât let Soap come in your mouth, though. Thatâs a luxury only he can afford.
And youâre soooooooo happy to do whatever John asks. He treats you so well. The least you can do is oblige his requests every once in a while. He asks so little of you. Plus no other cock compares to his. Even after getting fucked dumb by Ghost, drooling down your chin, you find it in you to look for him. Pupils blown-out, whining softly up to him. Weak and slurring âNeed you, daddy. Need you.â
That last part is only if you care tho. Iâm normal about it. Itâs fine.
#call of duty#cod mw2#cod x reader#drabble#headcanon#141 headcanons#captain john price#captain john price x reader#captain John price smut#john price#captain price#captain price smut
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how to maximize profits via 2nd house â
aries in the 2nd house can maximize profits by capitalizing on their entrepreneurial drive and competitive spirit. aries benefits from fast-paced, high-energy ventures where they can lead and make quick decisions. they might excel by launching a fitness training program, offering personal coaching services, or starting a motivational brand that sells products like athletic apparel, energy drinks, or performance gear. aries could also find success with subscription boxes focused on high-adrenaline hobbies like hiking, martial arts, or adventure sports. by embracing ventures that allow them to innovate quickly and take the lead, aries can build profitable businesses that leverage their passion and high energy.
taurus in the 2nd house is well-suited for steady financial growth through high-quality, long-term investments and products. they thrive in businesses that emphasize luxury, beauty, and quality, such as a high-end skincare line, organic foods business, or eco-friendly clothing brand. taurus could also consider starting a boutique furniture store that sells artisan-crafted or vintage items, as they appreciate products with enduring value. with their talent for creating a comforting atmosphere, taurus might excel with a bed and breakfast, a spa, or a wellness center that offers relaxation services. taurus maximizes profits by focusing on products that prioritize quality and offer a luxurious experience, appealing to clients who value longevity and craftsmanship.
gemini in the 2nd house can boost profits by tapping into their adaptability and communication skills, especially in diverse, mentally stimulating fields. they could thrive by starting a digital marketing agency, offering copywriting or editing services, or launching an online course platform that covers a wide range of topics to cater to curious minds. with their natural social skills, gemini could also excel in creating a networking app or social media consulting service. offering services like translation, podcasting, or even freelance journalism can keep income flowing, as gemini is well-suited to manage multiple streams of revenue. their knack for curiosity-driven ventures and networking makes them ideal for businesses that involve idea-sharing, quick adaptability, and community engagement.
cancer in the 2nd house can increase earnings by focusing on nurturing and emotionally resonant businesses that bring comfort to others. they might start a home-cooked meal delivery service, a childcare center, or a family-focused event planning service that organizes intimate gatherings like birthdays and reunions. cancer could also do well in real estate, particularly with home staging or property management that emphasizes creating warm, inviting spaces. they could excel in interior decorating, especially with a focus on cozy, family-oriented spaces, or start a handcrafted candle or blanket line. by building businesses that revolve around care, comfort, and family, cancer can create loyal clients and establish long-term success through emotional connections.
leo in the 2nd house maximizes profits by showcasing their creativity and leadership, often excelling in businesses that allow them to stand out and build a brand. leo could find success with a personal brand consultancy, fashion line, or luxury event planning business. they might enjoy launching a social media channel focused on lifestyle or self-improvement, where they can attract sponsorships or sell branded merchandise. leo also thrives in roles where they can influence and inspire others, so they might consider starting a motivational speaking business, an acting or dance academy, or a high-end boutique. with their flair for self-expression, leo profits best when they create high-quality, visually captivating products and services that let their star power shine through.
virgo in the 2nd house finds financial success through practical, detail-oriented services that provide high value and efficiency. they excel in businesses that involve organization, health, and precision, such as financial consulting, tax preparation, or a personal organizing service. virgo might also thrive with a nutrition or wellness coaching business, offering tailored health plans or holistic products like herbal supplements or self-care kits. a digital bookkeeping service, copyediting business, or virtual assistant agency could also bring them steady profits, as virgoâs meticulous nature appeals to clients who seek reliability and structure. by focusing on services that emphasize quality and organization, virgo builds a reputation for excellence that attracts a steady client base.
libra in the 2nd house can increase earnings by leveraging their skills in diplomacy, aesthetics, and partnerships. they could start a wedding planning business, a floral design company, or a luxury lifestyle brand that sells carefully curated home dĂŠcor items. libra would also excel in public relations consulting or brand management roles, where they can help clients present a refined, balanced image. creating a high-end art gallery, a boutique law firm, or a relationship coaching service could also align well with libraâs skills. libra thrives in partnership-focused ventures, so building collaborative business models or co-founding a business with others can also enhance their profitability and bring a sense of harmony to their financial life.
scorpio in the 2nd house maximizes profits by tapping into their ability to handle intensity and complexity, often succeeding in fields like finance, psychology, and research. scorpio could build wealth by creating a private investigation firm, a psychotherapy practice, or a financial planning service specializing in wealth management or estate planning. they might also thrive in real estate investment, particularly with properties that need transformation, such as flipping houses or managing rental properties. scorpio may also excel in businesses related to holistic healing, offering reiki or shadow work coaching. by focusing on industries that require trust, depth, and resilience, scorpio can attract clients who value privacy and are willing to invest in transformational services.
sagittarius in the 2nd house can increase profits by embracing their love for adventure, growth, and education. they could launch a travel agency specializing in unique cultural experiences, a language learning platform, or a motivational speaking business that offers courses and workshops. sagittarius could also thrive by creating a publishing company focused on philosophical or inspirational content or starting a tour guiding business for international destinations. their enthusiasm for knowledge makes them great at teaching, so they might consider offering online courses or starting a coaching business in a field theyâre passionate about. by aligning with growth-oriented ventures, sagittarius can attract an audience that values inspiration and big-picture thinking.
capricorn in the 2nd house maximizes profits through disciplined, long-term planning and a practical approach to business. theyâre well-suited for businesses like a corporate consulting firm, project management agency, or investment portfolio service. capricorn could also do well in real estate development, particularly with rental properties or commercial buildings. they might find success by starting a financial advisory firm or creating a luxury goods company focused on high-end, timeless products like leather goods or fine jewelry. by aligning with industries that reward patience and professionalism, capricorn can build a solid financial foundation and enjoy steady growth, often seeing long-term success through conservative but reliable investments.
aquarius in the 2nd house can increase profits by focusing on innovation, technology, and humanitarian ventures. they might launch a tech startup, a renewable energy company, or a social media platform that prioritizes community and ethical interaction. aquarius could also find success with a nonprofit organization focused on social justice, an eco-friendly product line, or a collaborative workspace for creatives and freelancers. their futuristic mindset makes them perfect for ventures in artificial intelligence, blockchain technology, or virtual reality. by aligning their finances with progressive and forward-thinking industries, aquarius can attract clients and customers who value innovation and social impact.
pisces in the 2nd house maximizes profits by leaning into their creativity, compassion, and spirituality. they may thrive in a music or art therapy practice, a spiritual coaching business, or a holistic wellness center that offers services like yoga, meditation, and crystal healing. pisces could also succeed by creating a boutique art studio, a dream journal line, or a subscription service for wellness products like essential oils, herbal teas, and calming rituals. theyâre drawn to businesses that help others heal or connect with their inner selves, so they may also find success in fields like astrology, psychic readings, or intuitive counseling. by aligning with businesses that emphasize emotional well-being and creativity, pisces can build a profitable venture that resonates deeply with clients who seek personal and spiritual growth.
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Snickerdoodle pt. ii
pairing: Art Donaldson x reader summary: Tashi invites you and your son to lunch with her family. You meet Patrick. And you can't stop sharing your cookies with Art. warnings: smut 18+, cheating, mentions of car sex, oral sex (fem receiving because Art is a munch), adults still acting like horny teenagers, hastily proofread word count: 4.2K prev part | next part
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Tashi does call you. She invites you to have lunch. On them.
You say no.
Thereâs no way you can go have lunch with the man you just fucked in a parking lot and his wife. You make up some sort of excuse, continuing to dodge her calls for a week.
Unfortunately, your karma is fast acting because you run into Tashi while picking up Kaleb from school one day. Lily and Kaleb have grown closer this school year. In any other instance, youâd be proud of your little dude for making friends, but you canât help but side eye him when he asks to have a playdate with Lily right in front of Tashi.
Before you can properly respond, Lily is tugging on her momâs sleeve saying âplease, please, pleaseâ and Tashi is giving you an apologetic smile. You relent because to do otherwise would make you a terrible mom. Denying your son time with his friend just because youâre avoiding the consequences of your own actions would be a new low. So, you agree to bring Kaleb over that weekend. Much to your dismay, Tashi takes the opportunity to sneak in the offer of lunch again.
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On Saturday, you find yourself on the Donaldsonâs patio while Kaleb and Lily play in their picturesque backyard. Sunlight pours over the yard, engulfing everything in a warm, soft glow. Lush greenery billows out from the ground creating pillowy grass for the kids to run around through barefoot. A steady trickle of water flows over rocks into a large pond nearby. Thereâs a light breeze in the air, just enough to feel refreshing.
Tashi is sure to order lunch for everyone. And despite your reluctance to show, you still bring a shiny, red tin of snickerdoodle cookies for dessert. Art took to reminding the kids to finish their food before playing and to be careful near the pond. When they insist on feeding their leftover bread to the fish, heâs quick to make sure they donât go too far. The afternoon sun settles over him as he kneels between the two, carefully pinching off pieces of breadcrumbs to gently toss into the shimmering water. You just barely hold back a small smile at the seraphic appearance of him, and when you glance back around, Tashiâs eyes meet yours with a slight smile of her own.
Despite the serene atmosphere of their home, you canât fully relax into your chair as you nibble on your lunch. Art peeks at the way you keep fidgeting with your dress and adjusting your watch on your wrist. He subtly tries to tap you to grab your attention, but you pretend to be reaching for another mimosa to avoid the contact. You find yourself glad to have another drink, actually, because youâre feeling more nervous by the second. You sip from your glass and graciously fall into a conversation with Tashi about your baking in an effort to ignore Art. You think that maybe youâll feel less guilty about your attraction to her husband if you appear unaffected by him.
Halfway through lunch, you meet Patrick, a tall man with dark curls and glimmering eyes. Heâd sauntered over to the table with an impish grin, taking the seat across from you. They introduce him as the player Tashi is coaching and Artâs best friend. You learn that Patrick lives in their guest house. But the way he moves about the space suggests that heâs quite familiar with their home.
Patrick talks to you about his career. Says you mightâve seen him play. You give a tight smile, tell him maybe you had.
In truth, you have no idea who Patrick is.
He openly flirts with you. Says heâs single. You donât miss the glare Tashi shoots him. Art, however, is laser focused on your reaction to Patrick, searching your face each time he makes a suggestive comment.
Youâre shaking your head in restrained amusement at Patrick when Kaleb runs to the table for a sip of lemonade. He spills it in his haste to get back to Lily, and you use a napkin to dab his chin before he pushes your hand away, grumbling mom under his breath. When heâs out of earshot, Patrick casually tells you that you look too good to have a kid Kalebâs age.
Youâre too stunned to speak. Art reaches across the table and slaps the cookie that heâs stolen out of Patrickâs hand, which makes him glare at Art, while Tashi groans in annoyance.
She massages her right temple and sighs, âI apologize for Patrick. He lacks basic home training.â He only grins at her comment.
When he pours himself a glass of sparkling champagne, she snatches it from him, muttering about not fucking up his meal plan. Patrick licks the droplets of champagne that landed on his fingers. She looks at him with disgust and continues, âHe wasnât even supposed to be here. But you know what they say. Never feed a stray cat.â
After youâve made your way through two mimosas, you turn to Tashi to ask for the bathroom. You expect her to take you. Or simply give instructions and send you on your way, but Art stands up and says, âCome on, Iâll show you.â
You want to decline, but your bladder is screaming, so you follow him through the large French doors leading into their kitchen. You reluctantly watch the way his muscles move in tandem with his lazy stride. His gait is noticeably less stiff as he makes his way through his home. Here, he doesnât have to be Art Donaldson â˘, just Art. He doesnât turn around until he stops at a door situated in the hallway you passed when you entered their house. He couldâve just told you that the bathroom was on that hall.
âHere it is.â
âThanks,â you whisper and reach for the knob. Before he can say anything else, you shut the door behind you and lock it. When you think you can hear footsteps departing, you release a breath you hadnât realized you were holding.
You quickly pee and wash your hands, lingering to stare at the water rinsing over your fingers. Itâs not until the stream is hot enough to sting that you retract your hands, grab the hand towel and turn off the faucet.
It would be nice to just stay locked in here until Kaleb is tired out and ready to go home. But you know that would be weird at best and suspicious at worst.
âYou can do this,â you whisper to yourself in the mirror. âItâs just one lunch. After this, you never have to talk to these people again.â
With a mindful inhale, you move to open the door and pray Kaleb can make some new friends.
Youâre thinking about how bad of a mom you are when you almost bump into Art.
âShit! You scared me!â
He frowns at you. âWhat? You surprised there was someone else in the house?â He says, voice laced with amusement.
You roll your eyes. âNo, I just didnât expect you to pop up. I thought youâd gone back outside.â
âI was waiting for you.â
âOhâŚyou didnât have to do that. I couldâve found my way back.â
âNever said you couldnât.â You think heâs standing closer to you now. âI just uh, I wanted to talk to you. Youâve beenâŚâ he moves his head from side to side, âa little tense.â
You let out an exaggerated gasp. âReally? You donât say?â
He frowns. Like a kid who doesnât understand why youâre taking away his cookies.
âArt, how did you think I was gonna act? After whatâŚâ you lower your voice, âafter what we did,â you hiss.
His hand grasps your shoulder. âHey.â He squeezes it. âI told you it was fine.â
You scoff. âSo we just pretend it didnât happen?â
âI didnât say that. I told you, I wanted you.â
âAnd that makes it okay?â You crane your head back to stare at him.
He turns his head in the direction of the kitchen before letting out a sigh and bringing his eyes back to bore into yours. âYeah. For me, it does.â You donât think youâve ever seen the intensity settled in his gaze the way it is now.
You look at him with disbelief. âArt. Youâre married.â
He blinks at you.
âYour wife is literally sitting outside watching our children play.â You try to get him to see how wrong this is. âDoesnât that mean anything to you?â You didnât think Art could be so cold about this.
âIt didnât mean anything when she cheated on me.â His voice is steady, but thereâs something undeniably hidden behind his hardened expression. You canât place it, but whatever it is, it makes your brows soften.
âWhat?â You say lamely.
âYou heard me.â
Your mouth opens. Then closes. That time when heâd told you he understood, he actually had. And you hadnât believed him.
You want to inquire more, but he interrupts you. âListen, Iâm not really up to rehashing the fails of my marriage right now,â he says, reaching to grab your hand. You let him. âJust know that you donât need to feel guilty. About anything.â
His fingers gently tilt your chin to look him in the eyes. âAnd know that everything we did that night was something Iâve wanted for awhile. Something I still want.â
Your eyes impulsively dart to his lips.
âPlease tell me I can touch you,â he all but whimpers.
And at that moment, you know you really arenât a good person. Because it only takes a matter of seconds for you to lean forward and catch Artâs lips as his head moves towards you. You bring your hands around the back of his neck as his arms snake around your waist. His warm hand presses against your hip before traveling up until he reaches your ribcage. You sigh into his mouth and thread your fingers through his hair. It didnât take long for you to get lost in him, abandoning any form of restraint.
Despite the tenderness seeping through your fingertips, the kiss is rushed. Itâs filled with lust and the desperation of two people, frantically trying to get as much as they can from the other. You whimper when you feel Artâs teeth dig into your bottom lip. One hand drags up to cup your breast, and the other moves to grip your ass, squeezing it. With an arch of your back, you let your head loll backwards a bit as Artâs pink tongue swirls around yours. He grunts out a small fuck when his thumb brushes over your clothed nipple and you moan. The action brings up flashes of him pressing his mouth to your breasts that night in the parking lot. You recall the way he sucked on them and played with your clit through your damp panties. The memory goes straight to your core.
Suddenly, Art pauses to glance towards the kitchen, as if weighing his options. You can feel him pressed up against you hard. And a part of you clenches when he turns back to you, grins, and whispers âfuck itâ before attacking your mouth again. You let out a sound of surprise when you feel him ushering you back to the bathroom.
The lock clicks behind you as he presses you up against the door. His hands are everywhere and his tongue is following in quick succession. Youâre so overwhelmed by it all that you can barely figure out where to place your hands. You settle for his shoulders as he falls to his knees in front of you.
Art spreads your legs, pressing his face into the side of your inner thigh. His nose and parted mouth travel up your thigh, bunching up the fabric of your knitted dress the higher he gets. Your stomach clenches when his hands come to caress the back of your thighs and make their way over your behind. In one swift motion, Art shoves his fingers into the waistband of your panties and tugs them harshly down your thighs.
His name tumbles out of your mouth in a gasp. He lightly hums to himself as he rids you of the extra material, and you donât notice him place them into his pocket because your eyes are shut tight at the feeling of his wet mouth trailing up your thigh again.
When you feel a puff of warm air hit your lips, your eyes fly open, and you instinctively grip your dress to get a better look. Artâs eyes are closed as he unabashedly inhales your scent. After a particularly deep breath, his tongue comes out to lick against your folds. He releases a shaky exhale that tickles your clit. His blue eyes open up to peer at you, silently pleading for permission. You could almost laugh at the ridiculousness of him needing your permission when heâs already fucked you once and just forced himself between your legs, literally yanking your underwear down.
Still, he waits with his mouth mere centimeters from your heat, glassy eyes wide, looking to you to grant him this.
Itâs possibly the sexiest thing youâve ever seen. You place your fingers in his hair firmly and lower yourself onto his waiting mouth. The groan Art releases into your pussy resonates through your entire core. Your head falls back against the door as he begins to eat your cunt like heâs been starving for it.
He hungrily laps at your soaking entrance, dragging his tongue up to your clit and back again. Heâs a messy eater. Letting your juices coat his chin without a care in the world. Shoving his tongue so deep into you that his nose is flush with you. It makes your stomach flutter. The intensity and risk of being caught transports you to a time when you mightâve hid in a closet with your high school crush. Except the head was never this good.
Youâre grinding your swollen clit into his nose as his tongue fucks into your hole when he grabs your thigh, placing it over his shoulder. The position lets him shove his face deeper into the apex of your thighs, moaning against you. At this rate, youâre not sure whoâs enjoying this more. You start to feel dizzy, your senses overwhelmed with the feel of Artâs tongue and the sound of his groaning mixed with filthy slurping noises. Itâs obscene the way heâs switching between licking into your hole and sucking at your clit.
âAh-Art Iâm gonnaâ,â
âMmhm,â he nods into your cunt. Heâs lost in it. Heâs gripping your ass, kneading the flesh, when his tongue dips downward. He spreads your cheeks. You jolt when you feel something hot and wet swirl around your tight muscle. Youâre surprised at how good it feels, your ex would never have done that to you.
Your mouth falls open. âOh godddd,â youâre tugging his hair, pulling his ears, anything your hands can find purchase on.
Your thighs tremble as Art mercilessly sucks on your clit. The orgasm that washes over you has you lifting your back off the wooden door, vision gone black.
Art doesnât let up. You have to push his head away from you to get him to release your overstimulated clit. He stumbles back on his heels, thighs spread, with a giant grin on his face. His chin is glistening and his lips are swollen and red. As you work to catch your breath, you notice that the front of his pants are soaked.
áŻ
Art sends you out first. He has to change his jeans after he basically came from merely eating you out. The thought makes you giggle.
When you get to the table, only Patrick is there. You sit down, but you must look confused because he tells you Tashi had to take a call.
You nod.
âShe left pretty soon after you went inside.â He takes a puff from his cigarette.
âOkay,â you say and smooth out your dress.
He blows out a cloud of smoke and tilts his head. He smiles at you like he knows exactly what youâve been up to.
It makes you gulp.
âWhereâs Art?â He asks, eyes twinkling.
âI uhâŚI donât know,â you lie. âHe disappeared after he showed me to the bathroom.â
He raises his eyebrows. âOh.â
You canât take the scrutiny. To keep from fidgeting with your hands, you reach for your neglected mimosa and take a sip.
Patrick puts out his cigarette. He looks over to the kids who are now taking turns throwing pebbles across the pond. It looks like Lily is beating Kaleb, but heâs determined to throw his further.
Patrickâs voice cuts through the air. âHey.â He leans forward on his elbows and smirks, âwas he good?â
You cough. âWhat?â
He laughs at your sputtering. âOh my god. You let him fuck you, didnât you??â
âExcuse me!â You look at him aghast.
âOh come on,â he slightly sobers up. âI can keep a secret.â He mimics a zipper on his lips.
Thankfully, Art decides to finally rejoin you, saving you from having to respond to Patrickâs interrogation.
He sits down in the seat beside you, placing his hand on your thigh under the table. âHeâs not bothering you, is he?â But he looks at Patrick as he asks the question.
Patrick scoffs. âNo, we were just talking.â
Art looks at you as if to ask you to confirm. So, you nod. âMmhm, everythingâs fine.â
He looks you over then leans back in his seat, relenting. âSo, whereâs Tashi?â
As if on cue, you hear the door on the opposite side of the patio open as Tashi lets out a sigh. She plops down in her seat across from Art.
âI swear if I want shit done right I have to do it myself.â
She goes on to complain about how her team had fucked up Patrickâs upcoming campaign. If youâre being honest, the conversation is the last thing on your mind right now. Their voices fade out as you get stuck in your head.
You wonder just how much Patrick knew about you and Art. Had Art told him? Had he bragged about how easy you were to his best friend? Is that why Patrickâs been hitting on you all day?
It dawns on you that Art and Patrick might think youâre just a slut. The thought makes your stomach twist in humiliation. But some part of you feels excited by the idea. The thought that you could exist as a free sexual being. God is this what happens when youâre divorced and sexually dissatisfied for years?
The sound of someone clearing their throat steals you from your thoughts. You look up to see all three of them staring at you expectantly.
âIâm sorry?â
Art chuckles at your blatant inattention. It reminds him of the way youâd zone out when the PTA meetings ran over and Nancy couldnât stop yapping.
âI promise, we do talk about more than just tennis.â
âOh itâs fine,â you shrug.
Patrick laughs. âHeâs lying. Neither of them can hold a conversation without bringing up tennis.â
Tashi rolls her eyes in his direction. âPatrick, you shouldnât even be here right now. Shut up.â
You try to stifle your giggle at her dismissal of Patrick. Though her words drip with disdain, they lack any real malice. And if anything, Patrickâs smile grows wider the deeper she furrows her brows. You figure their bickering must also be characteristic of their tennis relationship.
âAlso, I just know he was probably annoying the hell out of you while I was gone.â She tips her glass in Artâs direction. âArt here can barely keep him in check.â
âOkay, thatâs notââ
Before Art can defend himself, Patrick cuts in. âActually, I was just asking her out on a date,â he smirks at you. âIsnât that right?â
His smile is daring you to disagree, and you realize heâs challenging you.
You clear your throat. âYeah he did,â you say, peeking at Art. He looks like a disapproving father. Arms folded and mouth set in a hard line. âAnd I told him no,â you continue. âBecause right now, Iâm not interested in dating. Iâd rather focus on me and my kid.â
Tashi smirks. âYeah Patrick, no one needs your parasitic ass preying on them once theyâve already ditched deadweight.â She must realize her bluntness as her eyes lift to yours. âSorry, Iâm just saying.â
âItâs alright,â you laugh. Your ex was deadweight. You find yourself staring at your clasped hands. Your amusement at her comment had been genuine, but thatâs the problem. For someone that just fucked this womanâs husband, youâre a little too comfortable in Tashiâs presence. Your lack of all encompassing guilt is concerning. Maybe itâs because youâve had three mimosas.
Yeah. Itâs definitely the mimosas.
You suppose that once reality sets in, it may all come crashing down on you. So, you enjoy the feeling for now. Besides, after lunch today, you intend to never sleep with Art Donaldson again.
áŻ
Following that Saturday lunch, you proceed to fuck Art Donaldson after almost every PTA meeting. You two find yourselves in the back of your car screwing like rabbits with your clothes halfway on or in the front seat of his, you riding him while he tries not to slam you into the dashboard.
The night you have to throw Kalebâs booster seat into the front as Art works to pull down your pants from behind is the night you decide this can no longer go on. Or more specifically, that fucking in a car is impractical.
Art convinces you to meet him at a hotel instead. You two get the same room each time, and even though you promise that youâre going to stop, you find yourself checking into that hotel room every weekend. If not there, Art comes to your place. It becomes your regular form of self care after a long week of work.
Kaleb has to start spending time with his father anyway, so you let him have Saturdays and Sundays. If nothing makes you feel better about your son hanging out with your ex and his new fiancĂŠe, itâs being able to forget it all with Art.
Unfortunately, the guilt begins to build a home for itself in your gut. Any time you arenât being fucked by Art, youâre beating yourself up about it, swearing that youâll never let it happen again. Never in your life have you experienced this much anguish over something. Yet, itâs a fascinating cycle of faux repression. The way you deny yourself out of some self-righteous need to be perceived as a good person, only to eventually give into your true desires when being a good person makes you feel utterly miserable.
Itâs almost the same every time. Art will reach out to you. You tell him never to dial your number again. You feel bad, so you go to apologize. Then, you inevitably fuck him. But you hate yourself for fucking him, but you do it again because his cock is the only thing that makes you feel better.
Itâs utterly ridiculous.
Itâs also ridiculous that you canât set firm boundaries with him. After the first hotel meeting, you nearly cried when you woke up cocooned within his arms. It was wrong. Youâd already slept with him, cuddling was too far. It was too domestic.
You told yourself you wouldnât let that happen anymore.
Yet, here you are again, trapped beneath his muscled arm. Except this time, heâs in your bed. And his face is buried in the crook of your neck, his mouth slightly parted for his warm breath to kiss your skin. The rise and fall of his chest against your back threatens to lull you back to sleep. You fight your heavy eyelids and shuffle to raise Artâs arm enough to slip out of.
You prop yourself against the headboard and stare out of the window. The leaves are starting to lose their green hue, and some have already fallen to the ground. Fall has always been your favorite time of year. Though the change in season isnât as dramatic as the melting of icicles going into spring, the transition from summer heat to autumn has a way of slipping up on you.
One day, itâs unbearably hot, and youâre dreaming of when the air might catch a cool breeze, and the next, youâre reaching for a jacket because, though the days are still warm, the nights are getting cooler. And then one day, youâre peering out of your window to see that the leaves have changed color, and theyâve all fallen.
When you look back at Art, his blue eyes are already staring back at you. You wonder when he woke up. He has that small sleepy smile on his face, and his eyes are slightly swollen, and heâs reaching to wrap his arms around your waist and nuzzle his head into your lap. And you glance at the leaves from the trees and realize they arenât the only ones that have fallen.
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a/n: let me know what you guys think of this part! I think I have about two more parts for pta!Art and reader because a bit of drama is about to unfold. *rubs hands together like an insect*
Part iii
#art donaldson x reader#art donaldson#pta!Art x reader#art donaldson smut#tashi duncan#challengers 2024#challengers fic#a bit of#patrick zweig x reader
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PLEASE LET CNBL COUPLE HAVE THEIR SEXTAPE 𤤠i think oc would be down to that idea but i get why jungkook is taking things slow too but my man is a simp fr he would put it in a loop because heâs obsessed with his girlfriend
i got u anon. ive got an ask about it sometime ago abt what miss cnbl!oc feels about digital s*x or film s*x. thought of an idea. this is 2 years after wncl, which is sorta kinda like the sequel of cnbl lols. anyways this is kinda self indulgent and honestly just an excuse to write smut đ
summary: jungkook can't bear being away from you, and so you give him a solution
w/c: 2k lol
warning/s: consensual filming, unprotected s*x, cre*mpies
Jungkook can get pretty intense during reunions. In fact, intense is an understatement. He absolutely goes fervent, and you canât blame him when you missed him just as bad too.Â
âNghâ fuck, I miss you so much, baby. I miss you every fucking day,â he groans into your ear, pumping his cock in and out of you at that pace thatâs just so right. Not too fast. Not too slow. Just enough to make you keen; to make you grip the sheets behind you so tight. Just enough to not make it hurt when you've already come two times from his mouth and tongue, and another two times from his dick. Consequently, he's already two creampies inside your pussy and it's not even been a full hour.
And just when you thought that heâd be satisfied by the last time, heâs now determined on coaxing a fifth release from you.Â
Frankly, you donât know if you can do it. Sure, there was one time last year when he made you cum seven times in a row â and Jungkook still talks about it like a kid high on sugar, mentions it every now and then, keeps on wanting to do it again sometime â but itâs too bad you canât keep up with him all of the time. Jungkookâs stamina is high and yours isnât all that exemplary.
But you do try your best to match it because you love it just as well. You love the feeling of his cum shooting inside your hole, him pushing it back into you in that non-overbearing possessive manner, and how he always tells you youâre such a good girl for taking more and more, just letting him give and give.Â
Itâs why you encourage him to get you to cum again â because god, you really also missed him so fucking bad.Â
He just got back from LA, just arrived at your place five hours ago, and you expected him to sleep the whole night in â not when you know he worked so hard back there. His team just bagged a win, and theyâre moving onto semis the next few weeks.Â
But Jungkook informed you that he had to leave again in six days â had to train across oceans again with the team. Said that he just begged his coach to get him a one-week vacay when others only got four.Â
Itâs not unfair when heâs the star player of the team heâs been winning for in the entirety of the last year. Jungkookâs an NBA player who has gained much bigger success and popularity ever since he got drafted, despite being so young and fresh to the scene.Â
And sure, he basks in it sometimes â likes the praise, likes the way winning makes him feel. He loves playing for the team. Loves the work that he does.Â
But one thing he absolutely fucking loathes about it is that he has to fly off across states for a game, and that means leaving the comfort of your shared apartment â leaving you, not being with you.Â
And so you understand greatly why heâs intense during reunions. Because as much as youâre happy with your current lawyering â in your second year now â you also miss those days back in college when you could just have each other every single day.Â
âYes, fuckâ oh there, baby, that feels so goodâŚâ you moan when he hits a particular spot. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as he encloses his hot mouth around your nipple again, alternating on suckling and nipping around it, his other hand fondling your other boob. But again, Jungkook seems to be so on edge right now that you let out an âOw!â at one harsh bite.Â
âSorry,â Jungkook soothes it with a kiss to the tip, hips still moving against yours, cock going at a steady pace in and out of your pussy. âI just missed you so much, pretty girl. Those calls werenât enough.â He whispers against your chest, this time lapping at your breasts more gently.Â
You reach out for the messy locks that sit atop his head, smiling gently down at him even though he canât see you.Â
âBabe?âÂ
âHm?â
âDo you want to take a video?â You ask, still caressing his hair.Â
You donât expect the way his hips stutter after your question. The quickness in which he peels his head away from your tits to look at you with a surprised face after that is almost laughable but that would be mean of you.
âWhat?âÂ
âA video. Of us. I dunno⌠maybe it will do us both good if we have something of us while weâre away from each other.â you shrug nonchalantly.Â
You both arenât strangers to sending nudes to each other or sexting in general. Jungkook sends you videos and pictures of his dick a lot of times â unprovoked and even on a random Tuesday at 2 fucking pm. And you send him your tits and risky pictures of you in crotchless panties when you feel like it. (Like when youâre taking a bath and you're feeling a bit raunchy with the soap suds all over your breasts⌠Jungkook gets so drunk off the pictures that he fucks you so good once he gets ahold of you in person.)
It used to be just tits but youâve upgraded to pussy pics⌠hey, itâs just that youâve grown more comfortable overtime.
Being with Jungkook for three years now, you can say that youâve tried a lot of things with sex. But somehow⌠youâve never really tried making a sex tape.Â
Sure, Jungkookâs brought it up before. Asked you if you were interested in the idea â but you answerwd with an affirmative no. Photos were okay, but videos were off-limits, and Jungkook was completely fine with that. It is your body, and he understands thoroughly the anxiety that you have behind the idea of sexual digital footprint â youâre a woman after all, thereâs ultimately danger as a consequence to the very idea.Â
Itâs not even Jungkook you donât trust. God, you trust him so much â but itâs this paranoia about imaginary people who are out to get you.Â
And so that has always held you back.Â
But right now, as you feel Jungkookâs frustration about the long distance thing as much as his love while he drives you up the headboard with his loving, passionate thrusts, you canât help but think that maybe you can give this a try.Â
Filming a sextape, you meant.Â
âAre you sure?â Jungkook blinks up at you, eyes wide as it opens and blinks continuously.Â
You chuckle. âYes. Why do you look so surprised?â
Jungkook smiles shyly, and itâs adorable because heâs literally balls deep in you right now.Â
âI thought it was no-go.âÂ
âPlease,â you roll your eyes playfullyâ but youâre soon cut off by a particular thrust. Jungkook knows this too, as he begins peppering kisses all over your jaw, humming to let you know heâs still listening. You stammer a little, but you manage to let out a continuation of your sentence, âI let you put your dick in my ass and spit in my mouth. Nothing is no-go between us at this point.âÂ
Your joke may not have been the funniest â as it just further riles Jungkook up by the way he suddenly picks up his speec.Â
âOh, fuck, you little minx â you really had to say that, huh?â He emerges from your neck and grabs your jaw â albeit softly. âGet me real fucking hard talking about those.âÂ
âYou can do them to me on camera now.â you say, challenging. And you laugh when you feel him literally freeze. But itâs not as funny anymore when his cock throbs inside of you, and suddenly, you feel the urge to cum again. To release one more time.
He recovers quickly from the shock, though. âYeah?âÂ
You gasp when he plunges his cock back into you, only leaving the first half of his length before he enters again. He repeats that motion until your neck is craned back and your eyes are seeing stars.Â
âKeep going like thatâ yes, yes!â You say, starting to get hysterical because you can feel that coil in the pit of your stomach now.Â
Just a few more pumps and it will come out anytime soon.Â
âYouâre so fucking hot and pretty, look at you.â Jungkook sighs, taking a hold of your hips this time so he can hit deeper. And he does hit deeper, alright â that it doesnât really take too long before you spasm around his length again, your fifth orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks.Â
You lie there on the mattress completely lax while Jungkook goes on with a few more erratic trusts until you feel that hot liquid cum shooting straight to your hole.Â
The both of you mewl in unison at the sensation, with Jungkook kissing your mouth to bask in the moment.
When he breaks away, he caresses your cheek and plants a sweet peck to the tip of your nose.
âWeâre filming the sextape tomorrow but can I take a video of your pussy full of my cum right now?â He asks seriously, and his polite tone â as if heâs requesting something at the White House â makes you laugh again. You're so giggly now that he's back. Go figure.
(How you love him so much.)
âOkay.â you say, and you watch as his eyes widen, cock twitching inside your pussy that he still hasnât pulled out from you yet.
âFuck, youâre the fucking best.â He says as he picks up his phone from the nightstand.Â
Turning it sideways, he grips the device with his left hand, turning the camera to your body.Â
âJust make sure it doesnât pick up my face, okay?â You say, but nonetheless enjoy the sight of his hooded eyes roaming around your naked body like heâs high on it.Â
âI know. Iâll do that.â Jungkook murmurs, but you know heâs distracted, especially when you finally get to see the sudden shift in position where heâs kneeling on his calf now in between your spread legs. âOpen wider for me, baby, let the camera see how full you are with my cock and cum.âÂ
You hiss at that, and you let Jungkook guide your thigh with his free hand as he helps you spread the two of them wider.
âHold them for me, princess, just a min.â Jungkook says, folding your knees until theyâre all up in your chest. With his help, you relax in that position, waiting for what he does next. âGood. Good girl. Always so behavedâŚâ he trails off, and slowly, he slides out his cock from your heat.Â
Jungkook thinks your face is the most beautiful heâs ever seen and your pussy stuffed, leaking with his cum is a close second.Â
âFuck.â He whispers, making sure the camera captures just how white your pussy is now with his thick cum â a product of five straight orgasms heâd coaxed out from you. He wants to highlight the way your pussy throbs, but sadly with the bad lighting and him using a phone camera, he canât.Â
Still, he relishes in the high of seeing you bare like this. With the tip of his cock just right beside your pussy, he slides the crown back to gather all the cum that dripped out, pushing it back into you.Â
There's an overspill that coats his dick as well, and itâs making him feel things. Like his cock getting hard again even though he just came the second time.Â
âOh, JungkookâŚâ You sigh out, feeling overstimulated now. But as you look at his face, completely distracted, you enjoy the view instead. âYou like that, baby?â You ask meekly, thinking that maybe heâd like that when he watches this again.Â
âSo fucking much, you have no fucking idea.â Jungkook huffs. âYouâre so full already but thereâs still so much leaking out.âÂ
âThatâs all of you, Jungkook,â You say sweetly.Â
âHm. I know⌠shit⌠I just wanna do this everyday.âÂ
âFilm is?â You snort.Â
âFucking you⌠being with you. I was going crazy in my hotel room at LA. Just wanna be with you all the time.â He laments. Jungkook presses on the phone and suddenly, he puts it back on the nightstand.Â
âAwe. Poor baby.â You respond, tapping his forearm, putting your legs down while Jungkook soothes your thighs with gentle rubbing.Â
You thought heâs done for the night, but suddenly, he says, âAngel, I may have lied. Can we film the sextape tonight, please?âÂ
You laugh. Again. And Jungkook just falls down your body, snuggles close to your chest as you instantly play with his hair.Â
âAlright.â You say, craning your neck down to press a kiss on the crown of his head.Â
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semi-finals [tennisplayer!harry x tennisplayer!y/n]
synopsis: y/n gets distracted and harry just wants the girl he likes to like him back
word count: 10.7k
contains: fluff, angst, enemies to lovers, set at a boarding school, slow burn, angst, tennis rivals, strict parents, first kiss(es), jealous!h, jealous!yn, inaccurate height of certain characters who may actually be taller in real life but this is an au so it's fine, a crazy confession but not really bc we all saw it coming
this is part 3 of the game! read part 2 here
. . .
Y/N watched him from across the room, studying the way people walked up to him as though he was some kind of celebrity. He smiled and laughed but it didnât reach his eyes, not in the way it did when they were together.Â
But it wasnât his charismatic smile and booming laugh that constantly grabbed her attention when she was trying to listen to Sarahâs story about the cat her parents had fostered back home. It was the blonde girl beside him, the one who hadnât left his side for the entire night, who laughed along with him and stole glances whenever he wasnât looking.Â
Her opponent for the next tournament that was now a month away.Â
Astrid Anderson had once been a student at Crestwood. Theyâd all been in the same infant class together and every boy in their year group was obsessed with her. Harry and Astrid hadnât started dating until the year before Harry left for Australia. They were the âItâ couple of Crestwood, everyone treated them as though they were some kind of celebrity couple.Â
All that lasted until Harry had to leave for Australia. He broke things off and then Astrid moved to Trinity Academy which was Crestwoodâs biggest rival in most competitive areas. Y/N didnât know or care what Astrid had gotten up to since she left school. There was no bitterness between them but they both knew they werenât the type of people to share the same social circle. Whilst Astrid cared more about her social life, Y/N was completely focused on academics and there was nothing wrong with either of those things but it didnât give them much to talk about.Â
âRight Y/N?â Sarah asked, her head whipping around in her direction only to realise she had no idea what she was talking about.Â
âRight,â Y/N nodded, having no clue as to what she was agreeing with.Â
Adam held back a smile as he sat on the couch across from her, âMitch, come get a drink with me,â Sarah stood up, tugging the hem of her skirt down, âI need you to push past all the tall people.â
Mitch, all five foot eight inches of him, rose from his place beside Jake on the couch with a self-satisfied stretch, as if flaunting his height as proof that his girlfriend needed him. "Coming, babe," he declared, a hint of smugness in his voice. Everyone laughed as Mitch winked, following behind Sarah through the crowds of dancing bodies.Â
Y/N glanced over at Harry who was now standing with his back to her, talking to Astrid with his hand propped up against the refrigerator. âIf youâre not careful, youâll burn holes into his back,â Adam spoke from beside her.Â
âThatâs the idea,â Y/N murmured.Â
âHm, I thought you didnât like him?â Adam asked the question causing her to turn and face him.Â
âI donât,â She answers immediately but the words are like metal on her tongue, âI-I mean I-âÂ
Adamâs lips curve into a knowing smirk, âI see,â
Y/N wanted to protest but found herself unable to muster the words. Her mouth seemed to glue itself shut as she attempted to argue against Adamâs assumption that she liked Harry even a little bit. Her emotions had been all over the place ever since she asked Harry to coach her. He seemed to bring out a part of her she didnât even know she had. One moment she was angry, the next she was laughing, and sometimes her heart would beat so hard against her chest that she felt like it was trying to leap out and walk right into the palm of his hand.
She couldnât comprehend how the wires in her brain had seemingly rewired themselves, transitioning from loathing someone to now seeing visions of them before she drifted off to sleep. It both frightened and excited her, this inexplicable shift in her feelings consuming her thoughts and diverting her attention from the actual game - a game that had never required feelings before.Â
âWe both agreed on not seeing anyone if this was to work out,â She confessed.
âDid he make that rule or you?â Adam quirked a brow.
âIt was a mutual agreement I guess,â Y/N shrugged.Â
Adam nodded slowly, his eyes darting to and from Harry. âCâmere,â He motioned with his finger. Y/N leaned in at the same time as he did, until they were only inches a part from each other, âLaugh,â He says.
âWhat?â Y/N questioned.Â
âTrust me, just laugh.â Adam glanced over her shoulder again before smiling.Â
Y/N hesitated for a moment before complying, a hesitant laugh escaping her lips to which Adam joined in. The more he laughed, the more she laughed with him until he stopped, âUh oh,â He smirked, leaning forward and grabbing his drink from the coffee table, âLooks like you started something now.â He motions his head behind her and Y/N turns to find Harry no longer with Astrid but striding towards them, anger radiating from him.Â
âAdam, what did you do?â Y/N exclaimed, sitting on the edge of the couch as Harry approached them.Â
His eyes were darkened, his jaw tense, âY/N,â He said her name over the music, âCan I talk to you?â Each word was tense as he spoke them like he was trying to control himself.Â
Maybe it was the bit of alcohol sheâd had that was taking over her senses but she felt a sudden boost of confidence. Y/N folded her arms, âAsk me again,â She smirked.Â
Harry scoffed, âCan I talk to you?â
Y/Nâs expression was smug as she spoke the next word carefully, âAgain,â
Harryâs jaw tightened, gritting his teeth he spoke again just as she asked, âCan I talk to you, please?â
Adam snorted beside her and Y/Nâs lips curved, âOkay,â She stood up, ignoring the way her head spun, and stumbled as she followed him down the hallways of his apartment to a room near the back right by the bathroom that people were queuing up to use. He stood in front of an unopened door and pulled out a key from his back pocket to unlock it.Â
Stepping inside, Y/N glanced around the room and noticed how different it was from the rest of the apartment. It had calming blue walls and a simple bed with white sheets. A big window let in soft light, making it cosy. There were personal things like photos and an old music player. There were posters on the wall and pictures of his friends on the corkboard by the desk. On one of the shelves in the corner, she saw the trophies she had previously seen in boxes now displayed on his shelf.Â
She smiled but it quickly disappeared as she faced an angry-looking Harry. âWhat are you playing at?âÂ
âWhat do you mean?â Y/N crossed her arms.
Harry's eyes narrowed, his frustration evident as he took a step closer to Y/N. "Don't play dumb with me, Y/N," his voice tinged with a raw edge. "You know exactly what I'm talking about. You and Adam? I thought we agreed not to date anybody?â
Y/N scoffed, âSo did I until I saw you hanging around your ex-girlfriend who - might I add - is my opponent for the next game!â
Harry took a step forward and Y/N took one step back until she was backed up against his door. He placed one hand on the wall right by her head and hung his head to look down at her. Y/Nâs breath hitched at how close he was, âAre you jealous?â He murmurs.Â
âJealous of who? You and your ex?â She emphasised the âexâ like she was reminding him that Astrid was his ex-girlfriend.Â
Harry's eyes flickered with a mixture of emotions, his lips curling into a knowing smirk. "You are, aren't you?" he murmured, his voice low and filled with a hint of amusement.
Y/N's heart pounded in her chest as she felt the heat of Harry's body so close to hers. She swallowed hard, refusing to let herself be intimidated by his proximity. "I'm not jealous," she insisted, her voice tinged with defiance.
Harry's smirk widened, his hand still resting against the wall beside her head. "Really?" he challenged, his breath warm against her cheek as he leaned in closer. âYou donât think I didnât see you and those pretty eyes staring holes into the back of my head?â
Y/N rolled her eyes, her frustration evident. "You're more arrogant than I thought," she muttered under her breath.
"Do you like him?" Harry's question caught her off guard.
"I've already told you I don't," she replied, a hint of annoyance colouring her tone.
"You know it kills me?" Harry's voice softened, his expression pained. Y/N's confusion was clear as she waited for him to continue. "It kills me to see you with him, to see you with anybody but me. Especially when you laugh like that, I only want you to laugh like that with me."
"Well, unfortunately for you, you don't tell me what to do," Y/N shot back, her heart pounding against her chest.
"I thought I was your coach?" Harry smirked, attempting to lighten the mood.
"You're my coach, not my keeper. If I want to talk to Adam or laugh around him, I will. In fact, I'm going to," she declared, spinning around and pulling the door open, the noise from the party flooding her ears.
As she walked back into the living room, Y/N spotted Adam with Mitch, Sarah, Jake, and some others playing beer pong at the dining table. Adam's smile faltered when he noticed Harry behind her. "Hey, everything okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.
Y/N nodded determination in her eyes. "Can I play?"
"Sure, it's my round so you can be on my team if you want," Adam offered with a smile.
Y/N grinned. "Who are we playing?"
Suddenly, the boy she had been locked in the room with stood at the opposite end of the table. "Mind if I join?" Harry's question hung in the air, his eyes fixed on Y/N.
Y/N tried not to react as Astrid approached him, placing a manicured hand on his shoulder. "I'll be on your team, H," she said with a smile, and Y/N's jaw tensed at the sight.
Harry smirked, glancing at Y/N, âAlright then,âÂ
âYou sure about this?â Adam asked.
âMhm,â Y/N nodded, âItâs justâŚHow do we play?â
Adam laughed which caught Harryâs attention as he spoke to Astrid, âJust follow my lead, youâll get the idea.â
As the game started, Y/N sensed Harry was intentionally trying to make her jealous when he laughed and spoke to Astrid far too enthusiastically. But she refused to let it bother her the way he wanted it to. She focused on the game with Adam, watching as he tossed the ping pong ball into one of the cups.
She noticed Harry scowl whenever they got remotely close to each other, high-fiving or giving each other a hug whenever one of them managed to get the ball into a cup. It gave her a sense of satisfaction whenever sheâd see his eyes narrow as Adam placed a hand on her elbow to help her aim the ball in the right direction.Â
Towards the end of the game, Y/N could feel herself slowly starting to fall under the effects of the alcohol. She had only ever drunk alcohol at functions or dinner parties with her parents and now she was countless drinks in. Her brain was turning fuzzy, there was no thought behind her words whenever she spoke and every time she aimed the ball, it would fly off the table somewhere across the room.Â
As Y/N took her last turn, she was already very drunk and she knew she'd feel bad about it in the morning. Even with her friends cheering her on, she struggled to focus. She aimed carefully at the last cup, but the ball bounced off the table and landed in a plant pot nearby.
"Oops," Y/N slurred, her lips curving into a drunken giggle. "Looks like it's my turn to drink."
Before Adam could reach her, she took a step forward, catching her foot on the table edge and tumbling to the floor. Y/N laughed as she lay flat on her back looking up at the ceiling, âAre you okay, Y/N?â Sarahâs voice called.Â
"Are you alright?" Adam asked, helping her stand back up again.
"Whoa," Y/N said, putting a hand to her head as it started to pound.
"Okay, I think that's enough for you," Adam chuckled.
"Are you okay?" Harry appeared in her view. "Hey, look at me." He gently lifted her chin with his finger.
"I'm fine," Y/N swayed. "I'm really, really great."
"Yeah?" Harry smiled. "Your knee's bleeding."
Y/N's brows furrowed. "It is?" She looked down.
"Mhm, c'mon, let's go clean it up." He took her hand.
"Oh, but the game!" Y/N looked over her shoulder to see everyone returning to their own groups.
"The game's over, love," he sighed when he realized she wasn't going to take another step on her own. He threw her over his shoulder and carried her down the hallway to his room.
"Hey, quit calling me that!" she slurred, banging her fists against his back.
The noise from the party softened as Harry closed the door behind him. Y/N found herself on Harry's bed, her body bouncing lightly as he carefully laid her down. She gazed up at the ceiling, her legs dangling over the edge of the mattress.
Harry stumbled into his bathroom and dampened a cloth under the cold water before walking back to her. Y/N propped herself up as he approached, observing him closely as he knelt between her legs.
He gently took her calf in his hand, âAre you drunk?â Y/N asked.Â
Harry chuckled, his cheeks flushed. "Just a bit," he admitted, a lazy grin spreading across his face. "Maybe more than a bit."
Y/N giggled, âMe too,â She confessed.
âI know that,â He chuckled, his hair falling in front of his face, âYou play a mean game of beer pong.â
âIf it werenât for you I probably wouldnât be so competitive,â Y/N admitted.
"But it was fun, right?" Harry's smile softened. âYou like spending time with me?â
Y/N relaxed, her shoulders dropping, âI thinkâŚâ She starts, her mind whirring, âOkay shhhhh,â She puts her finger to his lips and his lips pout automatically against them, âDonât tell anyone this but everyday I wake up and I look forward to spending time with you.â
Harry smirks, âYou do?âÂ
âBut donât tell anybody,â She insists.
âOkay,â He nods, âI wonât tell anybody.â
âHow do I know you wonât tell anybody?â Y/N frowns.Â
âHmm,â Harry thinks, âHow about I tell you something?â
Y/N nods, âOkay.â
Harryâs eyes look into hers, âNo amount of time in the day is ever enough for me. I want to spend every moment of my days with you, every second of time and even more than that.âÂ
âWoah,â Y/Nâs eyes widen, her hand resting on his shoulder, âThatâs a lot of time.â
âAnd itâs still not enough,â Harry whispers, his head leaning closer to hers. The cloth slipped from her thigh, Harryâs cold fingers wrapping themselves around her ankle that was right by his knee as he knelt on the floor.Â
âHarry,â Y/N murmurs, âDo you still love her?â
Harry shakes his head immediately, âNo,â He says, âFor someone so brilliantly smart how do you still not know?âÂ
âIâm not smart when it comes to people,â She whispers, âOr you. I think thatâs why you frustrate me so much.â
âYou frustrate me for an entirely different reason,â His hand lifts to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. She could feel his breath fanning her face, smelling the scent of alcohol.Â
Her hands go to his shirt, scrunching the fabric into tight fists, âTell me,â Her eyes flutter shut as his lips ghost over her cheek.
âNot today baby,â He says.Â
âYâ said it again,â Her lips curve, âYou called me that in the car too.â
âYou remember that?âÂ
âI remember everything,âÂ
As Harry parted his lips to reply, Y/N seized the moment, her hand darting to the back of his neck as she planted a quick peck on his lips. His eyes widened in surprise as she giggled, "Whoops."
Before she could fully retract her hand, Harry leaned in, closing the gap between them and pressing his lips to hers once more.
Y/N melted against him, feeling his lips merge with hers as he caught her bottom lip between his. Her eyes were closed and her senses were overwhelmed with the taste of alcohol and the scent of his aftershave. His lips were soft and everything about him was so warm. Every time she would try to catch her breath he would just steal the air right out of her as if she were his source of oxygen.Â
They both pulled away. Y/N needed a moment before she could open her eyes again as she tried to regain her breath. When she did, green, hazy eyes looked into hers. Her lips curved before she spoke, âI havenât kissed anyone like that before,â She admits.
"Really?" Harry asked, his voice tinged with surprise.
Y/N shook her head, her laughter bubbling up. "I mean, I kissed Jamie Keller once in the fourth year, but it wasn't a proper kiss."
Harry rolled his eyes, a hint of amusement in his expression. "Fucking Jamie Keller," he muttered.
Y/N laughed, unable to tear her eyes away from him. "Yeah," she murmured, "Fucking Jamie Keller."
Harry's fingers brushed against Y/N's cheek, âDo you think weâll remember this in the morning?â He asked.Â
Y/N couldnât find an answer, instead, she brushed the curls in front of his eyes to the side and wondered just how much she had had to drink to end up in the one place sheâd been trying to avoid.Â
. . .
âShit,â Y/N hissed, âThis isnât real.â
Her head was pounding like someone was hammering against her skull and her spine felt like she had been sleeping folded in half as she sat up straight in bed. She was in a room, a room she didnât recognise and hoped it wasnât just some random strangerâs.Â
The last thing she remembered vividly was sitting on the couch with Adam and Harry standing somewhere across the room with Astrid, everything afterwards just seemed to blur all into nothing.Â
It was her first time getting drunk and probably her last too from the awful state her body was in. She wanted nothing more than to shower and sleep in her own bed, eat foods high in sodium and drink gallons of water.Â
Her heart leapt inside of her chest when she heard soft snores coming from somewhere in the room. She looked down and saw Harry curled up asleep on the floor, his arms wrapped around her ankle and holding it to his chest like a teddy bear. Â
Y/N's heart swelled with a mixture of confusion and tenderness as she gazed down at Harry's sleeping form. She couldn't deny the warmth that spread through her at the sight of him, even if she couldn't quite understand how they had ended up in this situation.
Carefully extracting her ankle from his grasp, Y/N shifted to the edge of the bed, wincing as her head throbbed with each movement. She needed to get home. She had so much to do and prepare for now that her first game was over. She cursed herself as she tiptoed past Harry, not before grabbing a blanket to place over him as she walked to the door.Â
Harry sighed, âYou donât remember do you?âÂ
Y/N frowned, wondering if he was talking in his sleep or actually asking her a question. She shrugged and pulled the door open, closing it softly behind her.Â
Harryâs apartment was a mess.Â
There were beer cans littered across the room and silly string on bits of furniture. She wondered whether or not she should stay to clear up but then remembered it was technically Mitchâs party which also made it his responsibility.Â
She tried to spot someone who might have been able to offer her a lift home so she didnât have to get the bus back to her dorm. Fortunately for her, Adam was lying on the couch asleep so she walked right over and gently shook him awake.
âHey,â She whispered, âSorry to wake you up,â
âY/N?â Adam groaned, âI thought you went home,â
Y/N didnât know why she was suddenly blushing but she replied, âAny chance you can give me a ride home?â She knew he had a car because he lived with his parents.
âIâve been drinking,â He groans.
âPlease?â She was desperate, âI know you only drank water for most of the night,â
He yawns, âFine,âÂ
In the car ride back to her dorm, Y/N tried to recall the memories that had been missing from the previous night. She vaguely remembered playing beer pong and Harry playing alongside Astrid but the more she drank, the more her memory seemed to fade.
âYou okay?â Adam asked, glancing over at her from the driverâs seat.Â
âNo, I canât remember anything from last night,â Y/N groaned, running her hands over her face.Â
Adam chuckles, âSo you donât remember falling over?â
Y/Nâs eyes widened as she turned her head to look at him, âI fell?â
He nodded, âYou tripped over the dining table when we were playing beer pong. Harry took you somewhere to fix up your knee,âÂ
Y/N looked down at her knee and frowned, âMy knee?â She murmured, seeing the cut on her knee and the blood that had dried up around it.Â
Seeing the cut on her knee must have triggered something in her brain because all of a sudden everything was beginning to piece together.Â
Harryâs eyes look into hers, âNo amount of time in the day is ever enough for me. I want to spend every moment of my days with you, every second of time and even more than that.âÂ
Harry's words echoed in her mind, sending a shiver down her spine. She could almost feel the warmth of his breath against her skin as he spoke those words and when he leaned andâŚÂ
âNo fucking way,â Y/N blurted after everything came flooding back.
âAre you okay?â Adam looked at her concerned.
How could she possibly answer that? Was she okay? Clearly not, considering she had ended up in the bedroom of her longtime rival and kissed him.
She had kissed him.
And she had enjoyed it enough to want to kiss him again.
This wasn't good. It felt like she was breaking all the rules she had set for herself. Harry wasn't just any boy she went to school with; he was her coach, her rival, and someone she had known for years. He was the boy who used to tease her on the court, the one who always seemed to be one step ahead.
It must have been a drunken mistake. Y/N had no idea what she was like when she was drunk and clearly, she wasnât the most sensible. It didnât matter if things had suddenly changed between them, she couldnât be with him, she wouldnât allow herself to. Her focus was on winning that scholarship at the end of the school year where afterwards theyâd be on two separate paths moving away from each other.Â
Her feelings werenât forever, tennis was.Â
Thankfully, Adam had pulled into the front of her dorm building. She opened the door and leapt out of the car, âThanks for the ride, Adam.â She tries to smile.Â
âHey Y/N,â Adam stops her, a look of concern on her face, âAre you okay?â He asks again and she realises she never answered him before.
She bit the inside of her cheek and gave him a tight-lipped smile, âIâm okay,â She lied and closed the door, spinning on her heel and walking to her dorm where she hoped sheâd be alone so she could have time to work through her thoughts.
Even when she felt like she was winning, he always managed to one-up her, and this time was no different.
. . .
Y/N walked into school the Monday after the party at Harryâs house.Â
When she returned back to her dorm, the first thing she did was shower and then spent the rest of the day wallowing in self pity and trying not to cry at the thought of kissing Harry.Â
She had managed to go avoiding him the entire weekend and planned on doing the same today. He had sent her text messages asking her if she was okay but sheâd ignored them, putting her notifications on silent like it was enough to trick her mind into believing nothing happened between them.Â
Sarah had walked in on her hiding under her bed covers, watching episodes of Gilmore Girls and eating cold pizza. It was a sight she had never seen before which left her wondering if something had happened at the party but Y/N refused to tell.Â
People congratulated Y/N in the hallways as she walked to her locker. She wasnât used to getting attention from everybody. Most of the time, people didnât really acknowledge her unless they needed help with their homework.
âHeyyy court queen,â Sarah beamed.
Y/N immediately shook her head, âSarah, no,â she snorted, trying not to laugh.
âWhat?â Sarah frowned, âIâm trying to think up a catchy nickname so it catches on and people put it on merch and signs for your game.â
This time Y/N did laugh, âAre you trying to make money off of me?â She teased.
âNo, of course not, Iâm just being a supportive friend. You know my mother is designing a new clothing line? I can totally get her to design something for people to wear for your games.â
âSarah,â Y/N put her hands on her friendâs shoulders, âIâve won one game for a school competition. As much as I love you for it, I donât need you to create merchandise or give me catchy nicknames.â
Sarahâs shoulders slumped, âI know, itâs just⌠Youâre playing against Astrid Anderson. Not only is she popular at her new school, but sheâs also still pretty popular here too. Jake told me he saw her volunteering at a homeless shelter, offering them invites to come to the semi-finals.â
Y/N rolled her eyes, âWeâre playing tennis. Itâs not a beauty pageant. Whatever happens, wonât be up to how many people turn up or what everybodyâs wearing.â
âBut donât you think sheâs trying to do it to throw you off?â Sarah asked, âIâm pretty sure she still has feelings for Harry. Isnât that weird?â
âWeird?â Y/N replied quickly, âWhy would it be weird?â
Sarah looked at her suspiciously, âBecause sheâs Harryâs ex-girlfriend? And your opponent for the next game and did I forget to mention Harry âyour coachâsâ ex-girlfriend?â
âWhat Harry does outside of our training is none of my business,â Y/N cleared her throat.
âDid something happen between you two? At the party, Mitch said he saw you two go off somewhere and now youâre being weird,â Sarah questioned.
âNothing happened, Harry was just being his usual, annoying self,â Y/N hoped she was convincing enough to drop the subject, but Sarah continued to look at her like she knew there was something she wasnât saying.
Thankfully, the bell for the first period was a perfect interruption. Y/N slammed her locker shut, âIâll see you later?â
Sarah nodded, âLunch, right?â
Y/N froze, remembering that Harry was a member of their usual lunch group, âUm, I-I have tutoring.â
âWhat?â Sarah furrowed her brows, âI thought you tutored on Wednesdays?â
âChange of schedule?â Y/N blurted out, grasping for an excuse.
Sarahâs eyes narrowed, âSomething very weird is happening⌠Are you pregnant?â
âOkay, love you so much, bye,â Y/N rushed, giving Sarah a quick hug before walking quickly past her to avoid blurting out any more hideous lies.
As she turned the corner, she accidentally bumped into someone, her shoulder colliding with theirs. Y/N looked up, and her heart was in her mouth when she saw Harry looking down at her, something flashed in his eyes, his lips parting the same way hers did as she finally laid eyes on him after ignoring him all weekend. He was wearing his blazer for once, but his tie was loose around his neck.
âY/N,â he breathed.
Y/Nâs eyes softened, she wanted to speak to him, but then her cheeks flushed as she remembered the night in his bedroom. âI-I-â Her throat felt like sheâd swallowed cotton wool as she tried to get her words out, âI canât.â She shook her head, walking past him and ignoring him calling her name.
. . .
Y/N had hoped by ignoring the things that were bothering her, everything would fix itself on its own. It was a bad habit she hadnât learned to kick and the situation with Harry was no different.Â
They hadnât spoken a word about their kiss since it happened, in fact, they barely spoke about anything at all. Y/N had hoped Harry would go back to their usual back-and-forth arguments and forget about everything but whenever she tried to say something that would push his buttons, heâd just ignore her or use one-worded replies.Â
During tennis practice, heâd barely even look at her when she asked him a question and stopped arguing with her when she wanted to do things differently from the way he worked. She was even beginning to think her friends had figured out that something had gone down between them from the way Harry would completely shut down whenever she opened her mouth to speak during lunch break,Â
As much as she hated herself for it, she missed him. Missed the way they would argue over everything but smile at each other because they both knew it wasnât serious, missed the way he calmed her down whenever she would get too passionate about something and the way he looked at her like she was the only person in the room.Â
She had tried to forget the kiss but she went to sleep dreaming about it. Every time he got anywhere near her, thoughts of his lips on hers flashed through her mind like a showreel. His low, drunken mumble when he spoke to her outplayed the music in her ears whenever she tried to listen to the playlist he had made for her.Â
Worst of all, it was affecting her gameplay. Y/N was pretty sure she had never seen such terrible volleys or groundstrokes in her entire life. Every time she would try to aim the ball, sheâd get distracted by Harry wiping sweat from his brow or watching her so intensely when she wasnât looking like he was trying to set her on fire with his own eyes.Â
The game was two weeks away and the dream of winning that scholarship was slowly slipping out of her grasp with every passing day.Â
It was the end of the week and Y/N was sitting in her dorm room, eating cereal at her desk with her pyjama bottoms and her school shirt on. She was finishing up the last few questions of her math homework when Sarah walked in.Â
âI need to show you something,â Sarah dropped her bag on the floor and pulled out a newspaper.Â
âWhatâs wrong?â Y/N frowned, taking the rolled-up paper in her hands and unrolling it on her desk. Y/Nâs eyes widened, her mouth falling open when she took in the image before her.Â
It was a blown up picture of her and Harry on the front cover of the school newspaper. Harry had one arm around her waist and they were both looking into each otherâs eyes, a smile on his face and a surprised look on hers.Â
To everyone else, it looked like the front cover of a Nicholas Sparks novel and it probably didnât help that the title was written in big bold letters with the words âThe coach and his studentâ.Â
âWhat the fuck!â Y/N stood up, gripping the newspaper in her hands she thought it might rip apart.Â
âI know,â Sarah cringed, âI had no idea they were going to do that, Y/N, if I did I would never have gotten Luke that interview.â
âSarah, âThe coach and his studentâ? What is this? The title of a porno?â Y/N couldnât believe what she was seeing. âHow many people have seen this already?â
Sarah didnât answer until Y/N gave her a stern look, âEverybody,â
Y/N groaned and threw the newspaper in the trash can beneath her desk before sliding on her trainers and storming down the hallways of her dorm.Â
âWait where are you going?â Sarah ran after her. Y/N ignored her as well as the people whispering about her as they held copies of the newspaper in their hands. She made a beeline for the car park, her gaze drawn to the familiar sight of his black Audi parked in its usual spot. There he was, leaning casually against it, engaged in conversation with Mitch, Adam, and Jake.
Mitchâs head turned when he saw her pacing towards them, Sarah still running behind her. Harryâs attention shifted to her. She saw the flash of amusement on his face before it fell flat again.Â
âHave you seen this?â She held the newspaper up in front of him.
Harryâs eyes darted to the newspaper before landing on her face again, âYes.â He said the usual one-worded reply he had been giving her all week.Â
âAnd you approved of it?â She could feel the anger bubbling beneath the surface of her skin.Â
âNo,â He replied, âBut it doesnât bother me as much as it bothers you it seems.â
âOf course, it would bother me!â Y/N exclaimed, âIf Iâd have known they would make it look like we were a-â
Harry stilled, his jaw clenching, âIf we were a what?â
Y/N paused before answering, âA couple.â He seemed to react in a way she couldnât put her finger on, âI would have never done that stupid interview in the first place.â
Harry scoffed, âWhy does it bother you so much to like me?âÂ
âIt doesnât bother me,â It did but she wouldnât tell him that.
âYou havenât talked to me since Mitchâs party,â Harry started but she cut him off before he could say anything else.
âThereâs nothing to talk about,â She stressed.
âYou and I both know thatâs not true.âÂ
âHarry youâre being ridiculous,â
âSays the girl who ran out here in her pyjama pants,â He quips.
Y/N looked down to realise she was, in fact, still in her pyjama bottoms. She glanced around at her friendâs who quickly looked away to act as though they werenât all watching their argument like it was some kind of reality TV show moment.Â
Harryâs shoulders dropped and he let out a sigh. He reached for her wrist and pulled her in closer. Y/N inhaled, it was the first time he had touched her since the party. âLook,â He murmured, keeping his voice low, âIf Iâd have known this was how youâd react I would have never have done it.â
Y/N looked surprised, âReally?â She couldnât help but feel a sting at his words but she ignored it.Â
He nods, âI went too far and I know things with you are different,â
âWhat do you mean?â But before Y/N could get a reply, she felt her phone vibrating in her pocket.Â
She pulled it out and felt a pit form in her stomach when her motherâs name lit up the screen. She immediately answered it and walked to the back of Harryâs car to speak to her. âMum?â Y/N answered.Â
âYour father got an email this morning,â Her mother replied. No hello, no how are you or howâs school, just straight to the point.Â
âHe did?â Y/N already knew where this was going.Â
âIt was a copy of the school newspaper,â Her motherâs voice sounded as though she was trying to keep her anger at bay, âWe opened it hoping to see our daughter somewhere on the scholarâs page but low and behold there you were right on the front cover - with a boy no less.âÂ
âMum-â
âWe want to see you,â Her mother snapped, interrupting her, âYour father has reserved us a table at Château Blanc two weeks today. Itâs the only day off he could get so be grateful.âÂ
Two weeks from today was the day before the semi-finals. She needed to train but she couldnât say no to her mother, âOkay, Iâll be there.â
âGood.â Her mother replied before hanging up the phone.Â
Y/N slipped the phone back and sighed, âAre you okay?â Harryâs voice sounded.Â
âMy parents have seen the newspaper,â Y/Nâs jaw clenched, âThey want me to have dinner with them.â
âDo you need me to come with you?â Harry looked at her with genuine concern.
âNo, what I need you to do is leave me alone.â Y/N had shut down. It was the way she always got whenever she spoke to her parents.Â
âY/N I didnât know-â He reached for her hand as she walked past but she quickly pulled it away.Â
âLeave me alone Harry,â She said, completely defeated.Â
Y/N made her way back to her dorm and collapsed on her bed letting out a sigh of frustration. She looked up at the ceiling and wondered if she would ever find the off switch that would finally offer her a break from the life she was living.Â
. . .Â
Harry stood on one side of the tennis court, sending tennis balls flying with his racket toward Y/N, who stood on the opposite side, swiftly striking them back. She tried to ignore the intensity of his gaze, which seemed to linger on her every move as if he were observing more than just her technique.Â
Every time she attempted to slice or backhand the ball, it would completely falter landing somewhere off the court. Whilst her body was on the court, her mind was elsewhere like it had been every day since her parents had called.Â
She made an attempt to drop-shot the ball only to end up missing it completely. âFuck!â Y/N cried out and hit her racket against the ground over and over again in a fit of rage and frustration.Â
âOkay, slow down there, love,â Harry chuckled, âYâ gonna break the racket and Iâm pretty sure itâs school property.â
âItâs my own racket,â Y/N replied.Â
The corner of his lips tilted upwards, âYou still mad about that kiss?âÂ
Y/N glanced around them to see if anyone heard him. Itâs not like it would change anything, everyone already thought they were dating after the school newspaper came out, âNo, Iâm not mad. In fact, Iâve already forgotten it ever happened, my brain has fully wiped it from my memory.â
Harryâs lips transformed into a smirk, âOh really?â He took a step forward and she took one back, âReplaced with all those booksâŚandâŚtennis,â His eyes dart down to her lips.Â
âTennisâŚâ She whispers, her heart thudding in her chest.Â
âSo you donât think about it at all?â He asks.Â
âN-not at all,â She lies, terribly.Â
âOkay,â He shrugs, wiping the smirk from his face, âWell clearly somethingâs bothering you because those hits were the worst thing Iâve ever seen.â
Y/N gives him a look, âItâs my parents. Iâm meeting them for dinner this Friday and I havenât seen them since they dropped me off here at the beginning of the year.â
âAre they that upset with you over the paper?â Harry looked concerned.Â
âI guess so. My dad even reserved a table at Château Blanc. Itâs his favourite place to get mad at me and my mum. He can book a booth and then try to control his anger whilst eating steak and mashed potatoes - honestly, itâs his dream scenario.â Y/N laughs but Harry doesnât see the humour. She sighs, âIâm worried it will throw me off of the game.â
This time, Harry does smile, âI donât think anyone could do that.âÂ
âEverything is piling up and I just feel so mad and I donât know where to put it,â She huffs.Â
Harry's smile softened. "Here," he offered his racket, "Use mine. Canât have you breaking yours when you have a semi-final to win."
Y/N hesitated, then accepted the racket, seeking confirmation from Harry. With his nod, she began to hit the racket against the floor repeatedly, releasing her frustration with each strike.Â
"Ugh," she screeched, "Iâm so pissed."
"Oh, yeah, let it out," Harry encouraged with a chuckle.
With each slam of the racket, Y/N vented her frustration. "I just wanna play tennis!"
âI just want to win my next stupid game!â
âI just want my parents to like me!â
Suddenly, Harry joined in, mirroring her actions. âI hate that I have this stupid injury!
âI think my dadâs disappointed in me!â
âI just want the girl I like to like me back!â
They continued hitting the rackets on the ground until they started to crack and split from the force. As the rackets began to splinter, they exchanged a glance, a mix of exhaustion and relief evident in their eyes. With a final forceful slam, they both dropped their broken rackets to the ground, the sound echoing in the quiet of the tennis court.
Y/N looks down at their broken rackets on the floor, her chest heaving up and down. Unable to help herself, she starts laughing feeling relieved to have finally gotten all her anger out. Harry watches and then starts laughing with her.Â
âFeel better?â He asks.Â
Y/N nodded, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah," she replied softly, meeting his gaze, âI do.â
. . .
Y/Nâs parents sent a car to pick her up on the night of the dinner. She sat in the back of the car in a pair of tights and a navy blue dress with a pair of brogues laced up on her feet. Her hair was in loose curls fastened with a clip at the back. Whenever she was around her parents, she always had to dress smart.Â
She glanced at her phone to make sure she wasnât running late as they pulled in front of the restaurant. She tipped the driver before leaving even if her parents wouldnât agree if they found out later.Â
The dimly lit restaurant looked elegant, with fancy lights and dark wood furniture. There were long curtains on the windows and the tables had white cloths and polished silverware. Gentle jazz music played in the background as people chatted across tables.
Y/N spotted her parents in their usual booth at the back. She made her way towards them but immediately began to panic when she realised they werenât alone.Â
Sitting across from them was Harryâs mother, Anne, who Y/N had last encountered briefly before when she had visited his apartment for the first time. She looked regal in her fancy dress and matching pearl jewellery.Â
Beside her sat a man wearing a finely tailored suit and tie who resembled an older version of Harry, with grey hair and a face lined with wrinkles, but he didn't seem a day over sixty. His eyes were a darker shade of green than Harryâs were and his demeanour wasnât as friendly.Â
âY/N,â Anne was the first to acknowledge her presence, smiling as she walked over.
It caught the attention of her own parents, who turned and forced a smile as though to project a united front in front of Harryâs parents. âHello,â Y/N bent over to kiss her mother and father on the cheek in greeting.Â
âY/N, you remember Anne and James from the country club?â Her mother, Theresa, spoke.
âOf course,â Y/N sat in the chair beside her mother.
âWe invited them to eat with us considering this matter contains them both.âÂ
Y/N nodded, not knowing what to say in response. She knew the dinner with her parents would have something to do with her participation in the Academy Slam but she hadnât been expecting to see Harryâs parents too.Â
âDid you see Harry on his way in?â Anne asked, âHe said he was on his way earlier.â
âMind if I sit here?â His voice appeared out of nowhere and Y/Nâs entire body reacted in a way she couldnât control around him.
Her head lifted to look up at him and the air knocked out of her. Unlike his usual casual attire, he was wearing a black suit with golden buttons and a black tie. His hair was better styled than the usual unruly mess of curls. He smiled down at her, his eyes seemed to brighten beneath the dim lights at the sight of her.Â
He winked and sat down in the chair beside her, âSorry Iâm late.â
His presence overwhelmed her senses, the faint scent of his cologne filling the air as he settled into his seat. Whatever this dinner was meant to be had completely changed for her; she suddenly felt less alone.
âHarry,â Y/Nâs father, David, spoke, âHavenât seen you since you left for Australia.â
âItâs certainly been a while,â Harry spoke, smiling forcefully.Â
After ordering their food, David speaks, âI assume you know why weâre here,â He directs the statement towards Y/N who feels everyone���s eyes on her.
âThe newspaper?â She says.
âThe tennis,â Her father replies, saying the words with a hint of disappointment. âY/N, you donât seriously think youâre going to get anywhere with this tennis thing do you?âÂ
Y/Nâs cheeks warm in embarrassment, âWhat?â
This time Theresa spoke, âWe understand you enjoy it for fun but donât you think youâre being greedy taking the opportunity of a scholarship away from girls who want to waste their lives on it?â
âMum,â Y/N starts, âTennis⌠tennis is everything to me. I-Iâm not doing this because itâs some game to me. Iâm doing this because I donât have a choice.â
Y/N feels Harryâs knee bump hers beneath the table like he was silently praising her for sticking up for herself, âDonât be ridiculous Y/N,â David says, âAll youâve ever talked about is going into medicine.â
âBecause it was all you were willing to hear,â Y/N quickly responded.
A throat cleared from across the table and Harryâs father looked directly at him, âDonât think this doesnât apply to you.â
Harry frowns, âWhat are you talking about?â
âCoaching Harry? Seriously? After your injury? You know the doctor said you could worsen the damage if you continued and you disobeyed that for what? A silly game of girlâs tennis?âÂ
He scoffed, âHere we go,â
âHarry,â His mother warned.Â
âYou know we all agreed that if you were to go back to school youâd need to pick up on other subjects so you could actually go somewhere in life? Instead, we have to hear from your teachers how your grades have fallen only to find you on the front cover of the school newspaper with a girl who canât hire her own coach and has to put you at risk?âÂ
Harryâs hands ball into fists beneath the table. Y/N didnât know whether she felt more embarrassed or ashamed, all this felt like her fault and she didnât know what to do.Â
âI-I didnât mean to put him at risk, Mr Styles,â Y/N stutters. She feels Harry place a hand on her knee.Â
âY/N, this will stop at once. Iâm requesting the school pull you out of the competition.â Her father says and Y/N swears she feels her heart breaking.
âNo please,â She was willing to get down on her hands and knees and beg, âPlease Dad, this means everything to me.â
David raises a hand, âI wonât hear any of it. If it means you can focus on passing your exams and Harry no longer has to think about his injury then you can quit.âÂ
âN-no, I wonât let you take this away from me. Iâve been good, I study every day and Iâm top of all my classes, why canât you let me just have this one thing?â She didnât care if she sounded childish or insane, this competition was all she had been working for.Â
âOh quit blubbering Y/N,â Her mother spoke, rolling her eyes, âYou know I hate it when you do that.â
âPlease, please,â Y/N doesnât know what more she can do or say, they wouldnât listen.Â
Harry pushed his chair back, the sound catching everybodyâs attention as the legs scraped against the floor, âI think Y/N and I will eat elsewhere,â Harry spoke, taking her hand beneath the table and flipping it over to intertwine their fingers. His thumb rubbed over the pulse point on her wrist in a way to calm her down.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â James huffed.Â
âDo any of you actually know how hard Y/N works?â Harry spits, âI doubt it because youâre all too busy counting the paper in your wallet to look up at your own fucking kids.âÂ
âHarry,â Anne gasps.
âNo,â He glares at both his father and Y/Nâs parents, âY/N studies six hours a day, every day. In fact, I donât think Iâve ever seen her take a break from it. When sheâs not studying, sheâs on the court blistering her hands just so she can get at least one perfect shot. She is the most brilliantly smart person I know and you may not care or fight for her but I will. I always will and right now I will not let you take away something she has worked so deeply hard for.â He stands from the table, still holding Y/Nâs hand and everyone can see it as she refuses to let go.Â
âHarry, sit down,â James orders but he ignores him.
âYouâve been disappointed in me since the moment I injured myself. I know you think Iâm no good to you anymore, in fact, Iâve accepted it and I am glad for it because I have never been so happy and if you looked long enough youâd realise it.â Harry looks down at Y/N, his eyes filled with passion and anger and sincerity, âI am happy.â He says, âBecause of what she has given me.âÂ
James scoffs, âAnd what is that?â
Harryâs head spins in the direction of his father, âSomething you know nothing about.â
And with that, Harry tugs on Y/Nâs hand to lead her out of the restaurant.Â
Before they could fully walk away, Y/N felt her mother pulling her back, âIf you walk out of this restaurantâŚâ
âYouâll what? Never speak to me again? As if thatâs anything new,â Y/N scoffs, âNothing I do will ever be enough to either of you, will it?â
Y/N ignored the throbbing in her chest at her motherâs lack of reply, instead, she walked alongside Harry, holding his hand as they left the restaurant and reached his car.
Outside, the cool breeze felt nice on her warm skin. They shared a glance before Y/N started laughing so hard she started to cry. Tears rolled down her cheeks as she sobbed softly. Harry looked at her with a gentle expression, giving her space to let out her feelings and make sense of everything that had just happened.
âI donât normally cry so can you look away?â Y/N sobs, unable to help herself as the tears fall from her eyes.
âNo I donât think I can do that,â Harry says, âYouâre too pretty,â
Y/N huffs a laugh through her tears as she tries to wipe them away with the back of her hand, âI feel stupid,â She whispers to herself, her head falling forward.Â
She sees Harryâs shoes on the ground and lifts her head up to look up at him towering above her. He smiles and pushes her hair out of her face, âHi Y/N,â He murmurs.
âHi Harry,â She whispers.
âSorry for kidnapping you,â He says and Y/N chuckles.
âS okay,â She murmurs, her hands balling at her sides when he steps closer until his face is right in front of hers.Â
âCan I admit something? You can pretend to be a little shocked if you want,â Harry asks.Â
âOkay,â
âIâm crazy for you,â He admits, the words stealing her breath, âIâve been crazy for you since third year since you followed me around the playground threatening to beat me up with a tennis racket if I didnât show you how to use one.âÂ
Y/Nâs lips parted, unsure of what to respond with so she let him talk, âAnd Iâve spent all these years pining for your attention even if it was just a scrap but I donât think I can take it anymore. I like you Y/N, I like you so much I donât know how to breathe until Iâm around you. I thought tennis was what bought me happiness but I donât think it ever has. The only reason I ever loved tennis as much as I do is because of you.âÂ
âHarry,â Y/Nâs eyes glisten at the boy in front of her. The boy she had spent her whole life arguing with because no one had ever frustrated her as much as he had.Â
âDo you hate me?â He asks, his eyes worried, âBecause after that kiss I thought you did for a moment.â
Y/N shook her head, âNo,â She murmured, âI donât hate you.â
He let out a sigh of relief, âOkay, well thatâs good.â
âNo one has ever stuck up for me before,â Y/N says, âOr believed in me the way you do. Iâve always done it all on my own.â Harryâs expression softens, âI think all this time I thought I was hating you, I was actually afraid of you because you make these things happen in my brain that I couldnât seem to ever figure out.â
âHave you got them figured out yet?â Harry cups her cheek in his hand, itâs warm and soft and everything she needs.
âNot everything, but I do know one thing,â Y/N stands on her toes, looping her arms around his neck and smiling harder than sheâs ever smiled - ever. âI like you an awful lot, Harry,âÂ
Harryâs smile outshone the moon. It was the happiest sheâd ever seen him and maybe the happiest sheâd ever been too. A sense of relief seemed to feel the air, Y/N felt lighter like she was a tennis ball flying through the air right into the palm of his hand, âYou mean that?â He murmured, lips ghosting her cupid's bow.Â
âI do,â She says, âBut if you make me say it again Iâll lie and say I donât mean it,â
âOkay,â He whispers, his mouth grazing hers as he holds her face in his hands, âI wonât make you say it again.â
Instead, Harry surged forward with such urgency and kissed her upper lip between his. Y/Nâs eyes flutter shut but the whole world becomes brighter when she does. She was consumed by him, all of her senses had just become Harry. His tongue darted and tangled with hers, his hands pulling her in impossibly close trying to mould them together.Â
When Harryâs lips pulled away, Y/Nâs eyes remained shut and she was immediately desperate to experience that feeling all over again. Harry chuckled and she opened her eyes, his lips were pinker from the lipstick she was wearing, his eyes hazy and she was pretty sure her own pupils were carved into hearts just from looking at him.
âCan we go back to my place?â He asks.
Y/N didnât even need a moment to think about it, âMâkay,â
. . .Â
Harry could barely contain his desire as they made their way to his apartment. With a forceful push, the door swung open, and he pressed Y/N against it, his lips hungrily exploring every inch of her face and trailing down her neck. Despite her attempts to remove his shirt, her hands kept gravitating back to his tousled curls, pulling him closer for more intense kisses.
As they tumbled onto the couch, Harry hovered over her, his gaze filled with desire. "Harry," Y/N's voice quivered with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, "I-I've never done this before," she confessed, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
"What? Never kissed anyone? That's hard to believe because you're really good at it," Harry teased, peppering kisses along her neck.
"No, I mean... I've never..." Y/N trailed off, the implication clear.
Understanding dawned in Harry's eyes. "Is that what we're doing?" he smirked, enjoying her flustered reaction.
His expression softened. "Would it make you feel better if I told you I haven't either?" he confessed.
Y/N's eyes widened in surprise. "What? But what about Astrid? You were together for a year."
"Astrid's family is Catholic," Harry explained. "And if it ever came to that, I don't think I could go through with it."
"Why?" Y/N questioned, her curiosity piqued.
"Because," Harry shrugged, "I've only ever wanted you."
Y/N's heart fluttered at his words, a rush of emotions flooding her. "Don't act so surprised," Harry chuckled.
"Why didn't you tell me before?" Y/N inquired, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Because..." Harry paused, his gaze locking with hers, "I knew I needed to be careful with you.â
Y/N huffs, âIâm not fragile,âÂ
His smile is sweet and gentle when he replies, âMaybe not to everyone else,â His breath fans across her cheeks, âBut you are to me.âÂ
Y/N melts into the couch when he kisses her again. She didnât know kissing could be so magical but suddenly they were eight years old again where life was simpler and games were just for fun, books were read for enjoyment and Y/Nâs emotions werenât so difficult to navigate.Â
It was strange having someone understand her the way Harry did. Her whole life she thought no one was paying attention to her, not even her own parents, but he had been admiring her from afar for most of their lives together.Â
âWe donât have to do anything tonight,â Harry says, âI donât want to rush this with you. I want to do it right,â
Y/Nâs lips curve, âYou could never do it wrong,âÂ
He holds her to him, their legs intertwined on the end of the couch. Y/N had always thought the court was where she was meant to be but maybe this was where she needed to be all along. After all, tennis would not be in her life if it werenât for Harry.Â
. . .
âOkay, you gotta go baby,â Harry slurs against her mouth as she continues to kiss him.Â
âWait,â She whines and he smiles, feeling delirious whilst their lips connect repeatedly. His hands reach are holding her thighs as they wrap around him, her hands in his hair pulling him closer.Â
They hear Y/Nâs name from the umpire once more and Harry has to find the strength to pull away. His lips ghost the skin of her cheek, âYâ gonna go and win this?âÂ
âMhm,â She sighs, releasing herself from his hold and grabbing her tennis bag.
âHey,â Harry pulls her back into him and she makes a little âoofâ sound. He holds her face in his hands, âYou think youâre so hard to read? Not with me,âÂ
Y/N huffs, âIâm nervous. What if I donât win? Sheâs your ex-girlfriend and everybodyâs made a big deal about this because they already think weâre dating.â
âWe are though arenât we?â Harry quirks a brow, âDating?â
Y/N looks at him blankly before hitting him on the shoulder, âObviously Harry!â
He chuckles, âOkay, okay,â His hands slide down her arms to thread his fingers with hers at their sides, he lifts them up so their hands are pressed against each other and leans in close, âRemember what I told you about your anger? And how itâs the hottest thing Iâve ever seen and now that youâre my girlfriend Iâm allowed to say that but honestly itâs the hottest thing ever and I almost die everytime I watch you play and I see you get all mad and-â
âHarry, focus,â Y/N snapped before she grinned and kissed him quickly, âBut thank you, your ass looks pretty good on the court too.â
âAre you being for real?â Harry says, his mouth falling open, but he shakes his head to bring himself back to the main point at hand. He couldnât pull her away for another make out session not when they were already late as it was, âBut anyway, this game is no different to the others just because youâre playing against Astrid. Use everything you have and channel it against her.âÂ
Y/N nods, her eyes twinkling when she looks at him, âYouâre a pretty good coach,âÂ
âYouâre a pretty hot tennis player,âÂ
âOkay stop,â She pulls away and grabs her tennis bag.
âWhat?â He throws his hands in the air and laughs, âNow that Iâm your boyfriend can I freely look at your ass under that skirt whilst you play?â
Y/N spun on her heel and glared at him, âThatâs misogyny.â
âBut Iâm obsessed with you,â He argues.
She pauses for a moment and then nods, âFine but donât make it obvious,âÂ
. . .
Harry stood on the sidelines, his heart pounding as he watched Y/N prepare for Astrid's final serve. The tension in the air was palpable; it was match point, and the game had been intense.
Harry had always considered Y/N the greatest tennis player he had ever seen. Maybe he was biased because heâd also been hopelessly infatuated with her since they were in third year but nothing compared to seeing his girl play on the court.Â
He couldnât seem to breathe as Astrid threw the ball into the air and hit it so hard with her racket, the sound echoed across the court.Â
Y/N ran to retaliate, backhanding it straight back to her. His eyes stayed fixed on the girl who he had confessed his feelings to just last night.Â
Astrid had tried to throw Y/N off multiple times during the game. Waving to her fans in the crowd whenever they would take a moments break or trying to remind her that she was Harryâs ex-girlfriend. Harry had told her to ignore it but Y/N didnât exactly need advice on how to hit back at her opponent, sheâd do it all in the game.Â
It was a long match of back and forth before Y/N finally decided to go all in, hitting the ball with so much power and precision it landed in the line and bounced straight off the court.Â
Crestwood students erupted in cheers as Astrid threw her racket to the ground having lost the game. Harry could feel the rush of elation over his entire body, his fist pumping the air when the scores appeared on screen with Y/N winning the entire thing.Â
Y/N didnât need to go anywhere to celebrate because the one person she wanted was standing right in front of her. She dropped her racket to the floor and ran into his open arms, âThatâs my girl,â He spun her around, âYou did it, baby, I knew you could.âÂ
Y/N was beaming, leaning down to kiss him in front of the whole crowd of people. âWeâre going to the final,â She squealed, hugging him tightly.Â
âYou and me,â Harry responded.Â
. . .
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All's Well That Ends Well
Hockey!Azriel x Figure Skater!Reader
Summary: Anon Req: our figure skater bby would totally wear azzies jersey over her pretty sparkly dress if he wanted her to đĽş
Warnings: None.
Word Count: 1,044
Notes: Belongs to the Shut Out & Penance & Out of Order world
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Raucous clapping and cheering surround you.
Your chest heaves from exertion, but itâs a good feeling, one that goes all the way to your bones, one you know will linger for days. Thatâs okay, because you nailed your performance today. This competition is in the bag.
The smile youâd been forcing onto your face for the entirety of your routine turns into a real grin at the noise. You pull yourself from your ending stance, taking a quick skate around the rink one last time, waving to those in the stands. The energy in the arena is insane and youâre really feeling it, a splitting smile on your face that falters when you meet the familiar hazel gaze of Azriel.
Heâs not supposed to be here.
The Velaris Batâs have one of their most important games of the season tonight against the Springview Wolves, their rival team of almost four decades. You have no idea how the feud started and donât care to know; something about a broken bone or a girlfriend being stolen, you have no idea and didnât care to listen when Cassian tried explaining it to you one night at the local dive bar youâd run into a few of the players at.Â
Youâd turned right the fuck around when you saw them and pulled out your phone to text your friends to meet up with you somewhere else because you see enough of the hockey team whilst having to share one rink, but Azriel had caught you before you could dip outside and all but dragged you into the back alley for some precarious touching that you were not going to say no to.
Youâve been a little tense lately leading up to your competition. No one would have blamed you for what you did with the sexy hockey player.
Azriel looks proud. Thereâs a slight lift to the corner of his mouth, the most emotion heâll show in public like this, even though he thrives off of the chaos of the arena when he plays. His hazel eyes sparkle as they track you, how you only have eyes for him as you skate closer, a frown on your face, no doubt wondering why the hell heâs here instead of warming up for his own game thatâs set to start in a few minutes.
He couldnât miss your performance, though. The one youâve been raving about all semester. The one you were worried about all night a few nights ago when his head was buried between your legs. Not even that could keep you from thinking about your performance today, immediately after heâd drawn multiple orgasms from you, you went right back worrying.
Shifting on your skates, you fly toward the door. Ice sprays when you shift, stopping abruptly before passing through the door, ignoring your coach in favor of rushing over to where Azrielâs standing stock still.
âWhat are you doing here?â you exclaim, falling into his arms when he opens them. Your heart flutters at the feeling of his strong hands warm on your hips. Heâs here, heâs really fucking here.
Heâs dressed in his hockey gear, and itâs clear that instead of hitting the ice with his team heâs snuck to the finally finished rink to watch your routine.Â
âDonât worry about it, baby,â he whispers, and Azriel canât help but pull you further into him. Canât help but to dip down and capture you in a kiss so searing that it fully takes your breath away. Itâs a little awkward, because of all of the padding he has on, but the both of you make it work. He adores the blush that stains your cheeks pink when you pull away, and it really is a shame he has his cup on right now, because his erection is pressing painfully against it. âCass and Rhys are covering for me. I couldnât miss this.â
âReally?â Tears fill your eyes. Heâs proven himself to you, time after time, that heâs here for you, even though the both of you arenât anything more than friends who like the feeling of each otherâs fingers and tongues, hands, and intimate parts. âBut your game, itâs important.âÂ
âIâll make it before puck drop,â Azriel reassures, âIf I leave, well, now actually. I just needed to see you. Wanted to give you this.â You hadnât noticed the jersey hanging over his arm, but when Azriel holds it up, showing off the number eight and his last name to you. âI hate to cover up your dress because you look sexy as fuck,â he murmurs, drinking you in once again. The feeling of his hot gaze makes your knees weak. âBut Iâm a selfish man. I canât have anyone else looking at you like this, baby. And I want to see my name on your back.â
Fuck, does he have a way with words.
âOkay,â you breathe, letting Azriel help you into the black and purple jersey. It drapes long over your body, the fabric swallowing you, but you donât care because the look in Azrielâs eyes is pure fire. âHow do I look?â You ask innocently, giving him a twirl and reveling in his agonized groan.Â
âTell me youâre mine tonight,â He asks gruffly, pulling you back into him by the fabric of the jersey. You move into him easily, wrapping your arms around his neck. Azrielâs breath is hot across your lips, and if you werenât in the middle of a competition, youâd let him take you right now. âWeâll both have something to celebrate.âÂ
Your brows furrow in confusion and Azriel grins, tilting his head to the scoreboard behind you with your scores. You currently hold the top score for the competition, with only a few skaters left to go. Holy shit youâre in first place.Â
You squeal, jumping up and down in his arms. Indeed, youâll have something to celebrate tonight, when the Batâs take home their win, and you with your own.
âYes, Az. Iâm yours,â you whisper, accepting his kiss. âNow, go beat the Wolves. Iâll be there as soon as I can.â
âYou better be,â Azriel says with a wink and a teasing pinch to your ass. âI need my good luck charm there to help me win.â
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⥠Cooking & Cleaning; Art Donaldson x Reader âĄ
nsfw! (18+) cw: service sub!art donaldson, dom!reader, afab/fem reader, use of ma'am as an honorific, brief food play, oral sex (reader receiving), begging, handjob, brief edging, praise, degradation, multiple orgasms (character receiving), dry orgasm
wc: 6.3 k (whoops)
note: this was pulled from the most depraved parts of my brain. i refuse to be held accountable for the absolute filth this contains ! :)
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The very second that your key is in the apartment door and you're finally home, you find your legs nearly collapsing underneath you as you step inside and kick off your black kitten heels.
"God," you groan, shutting the door behind you before you move to peel your chic new blazer off of your shoulders. You toss it onto the coatrack nearby and bring a handful of your fingers up to your forehead to rub at it tensely, sighing deeply.
It had been a long day at the USTA (United States Tennis Association) office, and all you wanted to do was come home and see your husband.
-
After Art had lost several important and consecutive tennis matches, as well as his confidence on the court (despite his actual tennis skills still being phenomenal -- he just psyched himself out too much), he had decided to give up his life as a professional athlete.
At first, this devastated you. Not only did you love your partner and believe in him throughout his career, as well as believing in his very real ability to eventually win the US Open, but this decision of his also meant that your position as his coach would become obsolete..
You actually became quite anxious about you and Art's future at the time.. you had needed a purpose, and so did he. You both were just those kinds of people; you and him both wanted to feel that you were contributing to something bigger than just yourselves, and that you were being useful to someone or something.
Luckily, his many previous years of successful tennis playing had scored you and him a shit ton of wealth. Like, genuinely a lot. You were beyond grateful, but you still wanted a life of your own. You didn't dare to think about the idea of becoming a stay-at-home wife while he went out and did whatever he wanted. Yuck. It just wasn't for you.
Your fears and inner turmoil about this change in your lives were quickly eased once Art had sat you down about two weeks after he had left his tennis career behind. He had taken your hands in his, smiled softly like he always did, and told you that he wanted to stay at home and take care of everything in it while you went out and continued your career in the field of professional athletics.
Of course, you immediately and excitedly agreed with the idea of this new plan, and then that was that!
You two developed new lives and new roles as people over a short period of time, but it didn't take away from the love you two shared. That always stayed consistent and at the center of everything.
Eventually, after a month or so of coming home from your new job to Art doing things like vacuuming the wooden floors of your guys' expensive New York apartment, or making elaborate protein-packed smoothies for the gym sessions that you two still did together, you came to realize that the whole "house husband" persona was actually kinda hot.
He had realized it too. Quicker than you had, actually. In fact, he can distinctly remember the overwhelming feeling of heat that had pooled deep in his gut the first time he had ever served you a home-cooked meal after you came home from a long day at your new job. He had gently rubbed your sore feet that night while you ate, and then suddenly couldn't find a way to deny how this new practice of.. servicing you.. made him feel.
I mean, God, he loved doing that stuff for you.. cooking.. tidying.. pampering.. washing.. he would do it all. You knew that he worshipped the ground that you walked onâreminding yourself constantly of the time he had admitted to you during sex that he believed he would be "nowhere without you"âand you devoured the increased sense of power that came with it every. single. time. It eventually became very easy and comfortable for you to let him take care of you. You grew hungry for it.
And then this persona of his, over time, dissolved into something much more intimate..
-
After tossing your blazer on the rack and rubbing at your temples, you drag your pantyhose-covered feet across the floor and into the kitchen.
Your nose is instantly filled with the aroma of fluffy, vanilla sweetness and a bit of nutmeg. you sigh happily as you turn the corner and see Art standing over a mess of what appears to be flour and sugar in a large bowl on the kitchen counter. He looks over his shoulder briefly with a smile as he mixes the dry ingredients together with a whisk.
âHey, hon,â he grins, before turning back to look down at his current baking project.
you shuffle up behind him and hug him, your cheek pressing against his warm upper back as your arms reach to wrap gently around his abdomen. You sigh deeply.
âHey, babe.. âm so tired. It was such a long day.â
He laughs softly, which shakes you a bit as you hold him.
âWhatâd your colleagues do now?â
You shake your head against him, groaning dramatically.
âI donât want to talk about it.. what are you baking? It smells good in here.â
âNothing crazy, itâs just some holiday cookies. I found the recipe online this morning after you left.â
âHow many are you planning to make? Thereâs already some in the oven.â you ask, peeking around his frame from behind to see him set the bowl aside and wipe his hands on the apron heâs wearing. (It was white with small pink hearts by the pockets. You got it for him when he started cooking for you everyday, and he used to feel weird about it. He said it made him feel âslightly emasculatedâ, but he quickly grew to absolutely adore it. It was just another way for you to claim him as your personal chef. One night before you got home, he jerked off while wearing it, but he would never tell you that.)
âI donât really know,â he shrugs and chuckles sheepishly, âthere are twelve baking right now, but I thought that maybe I could make some for our neighbors.â
You chuckle softly, your hands disconnecting from their place on his stomach to reach down and give his ass a small squeeze. He jumps a little at the feeling, embarrassed laughter bubbling up in his chest.
âWhereâd all this holiday cheer come from?â you smirk, pulling back from your position against his back to lean your hip against the counter. You just wanted to look at his pretty face. Your eyes quickly fixate on the fact that heâs got a bit of flour on his flushed cheek.. Itâs only a small puff and smear of the white substance near his jaw, but for some reason it starts a flame in your lower stomach. There was just something about the way he got a little messy when he cooked or baked for you.
His cheeks plump up in shape ever-so-slightly as he grins at you.
âI donât know.. I had time before you got home- I mean, well, before i thought youâd get home, and so i thought Iâd just-â
You take a step forward, nodding at his words while your body is now only inches from his. You look up into his glassy blue eyes.
âYou thought youâd just.. what?â you purr, your hand coming up to caress his lower back.
He swallows thickly, briefly looking down at the mess on the counter before he looks back to you. His body temperature is steadily rising as he feels your fingertips caress him over his loose t-shirt.
âI just thought Iâd make some more,â he whispers.
You lean in, reaching your other hand up to gingerly hold the side of his neck while you press a kiss to it.
âYouâre such a sweetheart, arenât you?â
He nods, slowly, his eyelids fluttering slightly at the feeling of your mouth on him.
âI..I mean, yeah, I guess.â
You lean in a bit more, sucking softly at his neck. His head lolls a bit forward, and you nip at him when the sound of his shaky breathing reaches your ears.
You pull back, a small smirk covering your face as you look up at him.
His focus darts from your eyes to your lips as he reaches both of his hands out for your waist, but heâs rudely interrupted when the timer for the oven goes offâ cookies are done.
You both nearly jump out of your skin at the sound; the incessant beeping pulling you both out of the thick fog of tension between your bodies and minds.
âShit,â he mumbles, flushing pink from his cheeks to the tips of his ears as he turns off the timer at the top of the oven and moves to hastily grab an oven mitt from the lower drawer.
He pulls open the oven door, and you step back to watch him pull the tray out and set it on top of the stove area.
He sighs, pulling off the mitt and setting it aside as he leans over the cookies. His eyes are inspecting each one, and he has a very focused expression plastered on his face. He was as much of a perfectionist in the kitchen as he used to be on the court, that was for sure.
Your body moves in to stand beside him, also peering down at the tray of gorgeous golden-brown cookies. You place a hand on his upper back, rubbing it encouragingly.
âThese look incredible,â you say, smiling at him.
He nods, still inspecting them, âThey look better than I thought they would.. I actually messed up earlier and accidentally added three-fourths of a cup of sugar instead of two-thirds..â
âThey look perfect, donât stress.â
He looks to you, his gaze meeting yours and then suddenly everything was back to how it was before the timer went off. His hands reach for your waist, squeezing at your hips as he looks lovingly down at you.
âBe proud of yourself, Art.. you did a good job,â you laugh softly, your hands reaching up to cup his face. He pulls you closer.
âI am.â
âAre you?â
âMhm.â
âGood.â
You suddenly get a very filthy idea.
âCan.. can you tell me what the recipe called for?â
His brows furrow slightly as he seems taken aback by your request, his cock already starting to stir to life in his sweatpants just from holding your body. He didnât want to talk about the damn cookies anymore.
âWhat?â
You roll your eyes, one of your hands dropping from his face to reach around the fabric of the front of his apron and grope him over his sweats. Your other hand moves down too, but just to gently hold the side of his torso. His whole body jolts forward and his lips part instantly.
âYouâll like where this is headed, trust me. Just talk to me.. tell me what you did to make the cookies look so perfect..â
He breathes unsteadily, his fingers digging into your waist as he feels your hand start to work his cock up to a full-blown, hot, twitchy erection.
âI.. uhm.. I just..â he breathes out, his eyes growing lidded as he absentmindedly bucks up against your touch, still trying to maintain eye contact as pleasure starts to flood his senses, âone cup of b-butter.. ngh-!.. two cups.. two cups of flour⌠and then- ugh!- two.. two-thir-r-ds.. of..â
His voice trails off, shaky and low and broken as he hangs his head a bit, leaking incessantly into his boxers. It was that easy for you to work him up.
You frown, âUh oh.. come on, baby, donât go nonverbal on me that quick.. weâve just barely gotten startedâŚâ
A small whimper leaves his chest as he tries to finish his words, âTwo-thirds, I m-mean- three-f-fourths of a c-cup of.. s-su.. sugar⌠one teaspâof vanilla.. and.. o-one.. teaspoon of nutm-eg.â
You smile, stroking his cock over the fabric of his pants, âGood boy.. God, youâre so pretty when youâre slurring for me..â
He moans obscenely, melting at the praise while he feels his length grow suddenly intensely hot. A certain kind of numbness starts to creep over his crotch before his hands are flying from your hips to your wrist.
âWait! W-Wait!â he gasps, his eyes squeezing shut as he blows a concentrated shaky breath from his lips, his fingertips digging into your arm.
Your eyebrow lifts and you smile as you take in the way his body shakes and shudders as he holds it in for you. He knows how to behave.. what would make you happy.. what would make you disappointed.. After all, heâs been trained by you in more than just tennis.
âClose?â you whisper.
His body starts to slowly relax again as he regains some of his composure. He blinks his eyes back open slowly, looking into yours.
âVery,â he groans.
You pull your hands from his body, and he whines softly.
âTake off the apron. Put it on the floor.â
Youâre sure youâve never seen him move so fastâ his hands reaching behind his back and undoing the tied string. Then, he pulls the apron off over his head, tossing it off to the side. He watches you study him with parted lips, and he bites onto his own.
âNow take your sweats off for me.â
He does as heâs told; his shaky fingers reaching down to slip his pants down to his lower thighs, and then down to his knees and ankles, and then he steps out of them. He kicks them gently next to where the apron was thrown, now making a mess of grey and white fabric where both items pooled on the kitchen floor.
You step close to his body, cupping his face before running a hand through his messy strawberry-blonde locks. But it doesnât take long for your eyes to travel solely down to the bulge prominently pressing against the inside of his navy boxer briefs. You run a fingertip up and over the outline of his dick, relishing in the way it makes him shake. He was now just in his tee shirt, boxers, and white socks, while you stayed fully clothed. But not for too much longer.
"My pretty husband.." you coo to him, making his lips part to let out a few uneven breaths. You glance around his frame and notice a bowl off to the side that had remnants of the soft cookie dough from the first batch of the cookies. You smirk.
You lean forward and swipe your thumb along the inside of the bowl, gathering some of the sugary, buttery mixture on your digit. His gaze remains lidded and locked onto your face, not finding any importance in your hand's movements at the kitchen counter. You bring your thumb back in, showing him what you did.
He spares your thumb a quick glance, but then his eyes are back on yours, and then your lips, and then the way that your breasts are peeking out from the low-cut collar of your work top. You bring your thumb up to his mouth.
"Open," you whisper.
He does as he's told, parting his lips further and leaning in to encourage your finger to slip past them.
You push your cookie dough-covered thumb into his mouth, feeling him immediately begin to suckle on it; his tongue swirled over it, and his eyes fluttered shut right after they began to roll back. His brows furrow, and a couple of faint whines bubble up out of him as the taste of his homemade sweetness melts seamlessly on his palate.
While your thumb is in his mouth, you push it down softly on his tongue.
"Knees, baby," you say breathlessly.
Art knew this command like the back of his hand.
Effortlessly and steadily, he dropped down to his knees one after the other, keeping your digit in his mouth the entire time. He didn't dare let it go. He moved to sit on his calves.
"Good job.. good boy..."
He whimpered, the vibrations of his pathetic sounds causing your hand to buzz slightly.
"I want your mouth on my cunt.. can you do that for me, darling?" you purr, running your hand through his hair for a moment. He nods around you.
"Y'sh, m'm.." he mumbled, trying his best to speak while still relishing your touch with enough attention.
You pull your thumb from the heat of his wet mouth, and smirk as you watch his lips chase after it.
"What was that?"
You already had a good idea about what he had murmured, but it was just.. best to be sure.
"Yes, ma'am," he gasps out softly, his eyes glazed over.
He reaches up and pulls at your skirt, shimmying it down and over your ass and thighs, letting it fall to your ankles. You kick it aside, and lean your back against the countertop. Art positions himself on his knees so that he's on the floor in front of you, looking up at you. His hands shakily reach up to the sides of your pantyhose, his tongue licking out over his bottom lip. He digs his fingers into the taut fabric and looks up at you once more, beginning to pull them down.
Immediately you grab his wrists, halting his movements. His eyes look up into yours, worried that he had made a wrong move, but you shake your head with a soft smile.
"You can rip them."
He doesn't even mean to, but he moans when you give him permission to be a little desperate right now.
In an instant, his strong hands are pulling needily at your tights, causing them to rip from your crotch to your lower thighs. He hooks one of his index fingers into the inside of your panties, his thighs tensing up at the feeling of your wetness, and then he's pushing them to the side. His tongue rests out over his bottom lip as he leans in, holding the back of your leg with his free hand as his eyes flutter shut and he engulfs your heat with his mouth.
"Oh, fuck-!" you yelp, reaching down to tangle your hands in his soft curls, "fuck, fuck, that feels good, Art, don't stop.."
He moans, his eyes squeezed shut as he lathes his tongue up and down and over your wet hole. He lewdly sucks and swallows your slick that's quickly spilling over his tongue, trying to focus harder on your pleasure (and less on the feeling of his cock throbbing rapidly in his boxers.. he can feel himself leaking).
You remove your hands from his hair and move to unsteadily grip the countertop, your back pressing hard against it. Art hums around you in his mouth, moving his tongue up to lick sloppily at your clit. He opens his eyes, his brows furrowed, and looks up at you.
"God, you're so good at this.. you're doing so well.. i'm getting.. close.." you breathe out, studying the upper half of his face while the lower half remains buried in your pussy.
He doubles his efforts, smushing his face deeper against you, his lips pursing to suckle against your sensitive nub as his grip on your leg tightens. Art has half a mind at that moment to just scoot forward a bit and slot your ankle between his thighs, but he won't. You came first, in his mind. Literally, and figuratively.
You sling the leg that he's holding over his shoulder, giving him more access, and then you begin to feel an overwhelming, hot numbness creep over your lower half..
"ANGH!" you moan loudly, squeezing your eyes shut as your body begins to shake. Your fingers grip the kitchen counter so hard that you're afraid you'll break a nail.
"I'm going to cum, Art..!"
"Mm! Mm-mm!"
"I'm.. oh my god.... I'm... I'm-! Cumming-!" you whine, feeling your orgasm crash over you.
"MM-!" he laps at your pulsing cunt, squeezing his eyes shut before forcing them open so that he can watch the way your beautiful face moves to contort in ecstasy.
You groan and whine as your orgasm's aftershocks are uncomfortably prolonged by Art's relentless tongue, and your hands release the marble countertop to reach down and grab two soft fistfuls of his hair. You try to tug his head back from your cunt, but he just closes his eyes and presses his nose and mouth further against your core. The repetitive movements of his tongue over your folds cause lewd, wet noises to fill the kitchen.
"Art... A-Art..! Enough!" you slur out as the pleasure from before starts to melt into a prickly sting of oversensitivity.
His eyes flutter open and you shoot him a warning glance as he peers up at you.
"I said enough, yeah?" you snap, "stand up."
He immediately pulls his mouth away from your sticky body and stands up on shaky legs. His eyes look downward, guiltily avoiding your gaze, as he wipes at the clear slick covering his chin with the back of his hand.
You try to catch your breath for a moment, studying his chest as it heaves up and down -- him trying to catch his breath all the same. You reach out and take his lower jaw softly in one hand, forcing him to look at you properly.
"You got a little fucking greedy there for a minute.. didn't you?"
He bites his bottom lip for a second, nervously chewing on the inside of it as he debates what answer he could give that would result in the least amount of punishment from you.
"Did you hear what I said?" you whisper coldly, taking a step closer to him as your hand grazes against the erection standing proudly in his underwear.
His body automatically jolts forward, and he lets out a shaky breath as his brow twitches. "Yeah.. I did.." he huffs out.
You smirk, wrapping your hand around him over the dark blue fabric, "And what do you think, hm? Were you being greedy?"
He looks deep into your eyes, his lips parting as he feels you start to stroke him. He tries to stop it, but his hips start to shallowly buck against your grasp, and now he can't get any words out. He wants to, but he just.. he really can't.
You roll your eyes.
"You know what I want you to say, honey. Use that big brain of yours."
He moans softly, his hands coming up to hold the sides of your upper arms as his eyes grow lidded.
"I'm.. I was being greedy.. I'm greedy," he moans lowly, thrusting into your hand a bit quicker and with a tad bit more abandon.
"Yeah, yeah you are. You're a greedy little whore for this, aren't you?"
He nods slowly but repeatedly as his brows pinch together and his breathing picks up.
"Yesss," he says brokenly, his voice straining a little as his moans start to become whimpers and whines, "I'm.. s' greedy for you.. jus' for you.. mm..!"
You nod and smirk up at him as his face becomes pinker and pinker, "That's it, pretty boy.. good job. You like when I stroke your pretty cock?"
He lets out an obscenely loud moan as his abdomen curls in over itself a bit, his hands gripping the sleeves of your work top and pulling helplessly at the fabric as he feels a spurt of precome burst into the inside of his boxers.
You chuckle a little as you watch him visibly get closer to his climax, but then he suddenly releases the hold on one of your sleeves and urgently grabs the hand that's moving over his clothed length.
You look down to where his hand holds yours, and he lets out a filthy whimper as he pulls your touch off of him and then urgently pushes your hand past his waistband and down into the front of his boxers. You gasp at his seemingly impulsive actions, feeling your fingers finally come into contact with his slicked-up cockhead. Your fingertips just barely brush over his hot, leaking slit.. sliding over a thick glob of pre.. and then he's being sent over the edge. To the average person, the touch would be essentially imperceptible, but not to him.. not to Art. He was just far too sensitive.
Your husband lets out a startled cry as he doubles over your frame in front of him and frantically moans, his whole body trembling and tensing as his balls draw up, "I'm cumming!"
You don't even have time to really process what's happening until you feel your hand being covered in warm fluid, the substance dripping down your fingertips as Art basically comes untouched. You look up at him, dumbfounded, before you feel your abdomen grow warm and tingly. That was kinda.. hot?
"Jesus, baby," you whisper breathlessly as his hips jolt a few more times before stilling as he gulps air down into his lungs, "didn't realize you were that worked up.. that was a little quick, no?"
He moans softly, still feeling your fingers graze him inside of his boxers.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to.." he says, his breathing hitching in his throat as he tries to get the words out in spite of the pleasure still thrumming through his veins. He was still rock hard.
You smile, quickly using your clean, opposite hand to pull his boxers down to his lower thighs. His length slaps up lightly against his stomach before bobbing out in front of him, a tiny pearl-like bead of cum still leaking from his tip. He sighs shakily as he looks down at himself, and then up at you. You wrap your cum-covered hand around the base of his shaft, causing Art to jerk forward from sensitivity. He pulls a sharp breath in, his face scrunching up a little as he tries to control his body.
"I'll let you cum again," you start, watching his eyes light up, "but! you need to give me a warning this next time, okay? I want a clear warning, love."
He nods at your words, a more serious expression plastering over his face, "I will, I promise.. I.. I can give you a proper warning, ma'am.." he whispers.
And with that, you slide your hand from his base to his tip in one smooth motion, your thumb gliding over the head.
"GAH-!" he shudders forward, hissing in pain for a moment before he starts to moan again.
"You okay? Can you handle this?" you ask, your tone soft but seductive as you try to tease him but also legitimately check in. You two were always good at looking out for the other's wellbeing during your sessions together; the exchange of love and tender-care came easily to you both-- it was never something either of you had to question.
He nods, "Yeah, yes-ss, I can t-take it.." he slurs a little, watching your hand move up and down over his throbbing length.
"Look up into my eyes, darling," you purr, your hand starting to pick up speed, "does it feel good?"
He meets your eyes, his blue ones swimming with lust and desperation as he felt the beginnings of his second orgasm start to creep in, "Yes, fuck-! Yes! It feels so fucking good--!" he whines.
"Remember what we just talked about?"
He nods fervently, sucking his plump bottom lip in between his teeth as his focus darts from one of your eyes to the other. You speed up your hand, squeezing his shaft a little more to give him some pressure that you assume he needs.
He keens instantly, a loud moan rumbling from his chest as his thighs start to shake and his eyes squeeze shut.
"Art," you murmur in a seductive but warning tone.
He shakes all over, nodding his head, before his back stiffens up and he becomes incredibly tense. You keep your hand moving at the same fast pace, hoping his memory today is as good as his stamina.
"I'm going to cum," he whispers quickly, bringing his hands up to hold onto your shoulders as he pulls you closer.
You smile in approval, leaning in close to his ear and breathing warmly against his skin as you speak softly, "thank you for telling me, angel. do you want to cum for me?"
He nods, whining out a hasty "mhm". He lets out a breathy moan as he feels your hot words against his upper neck.
You press a chaste kiss there, and then you slide your hand up to gently grip his shaft while your thumb moves to rapidly swipe over his frenulum.
"Come."
And he does just that.
Art's back arches as soon as your one commanding word reaches his ears, cumming uncontrollably with an abrupt cry of pleasure. At first, his body is incredibly rigid as he lets go, his brows pinched up together as he feels the first, pulsing waves of his orgasm hit him, but then the full sensation of his release hits him and his whole body shudders deeply. He lets out little breathy moans and gasps as he relishes in the bursts of pleasure rolling over his cock. You slow your thumb down a bit as you watch him spurt rope after rope over your hand and onto the kitchen floor as he comes undone for you a second time.
"Fucking hell," you moan, now going back to stroking him fully instead of just rubbing a digit against his tip.
He grits his teeth in an instant, being pulled from his afterglow by the feeling of your hand forcing him back into a feeling of overstimulation. "Ah-! Ah!.. T-Too much, too much," he whimpers, his hands instinctively reaching down from your shoulders to push at your hand that's currently working him towards a third, uncomfortable orgasm that he's not even sure he wants anymore.
You use the hand that's not stroking him to move his hands away from your occupied one, giving him a small shake of your head.
"Hands behind your back, please. We're not done yet, okay?" you coo.
He quickly follows orders, moving both of his hands behind his back and away from his aching length, although not without letting out a sniffly whine of protest first.
"Please, ma'am.. I'm.. I can't do it I can't do it-- I'm-- AH!"
You cut off his soft moans of agony with a brief squeeze to the base of his dick, looking intently up into his eyes through your lashes.
"If you really want to stop, baby," you tilt your head teasingly, "you can always use the safeword, yeah?"
He bites his lip before he lets out a warped cry, his head lolling backwards in the same instant. You stop moving your hand.
"Art, darling," you whisper to him comfortingly.
He brings his head back upright to look down into your eyes, his face blank with pleasure; he almost looked drunk. His eyes were glazed over, his cheeks were pink, his hair was a mess, and his lips were parted to let out harsh little breaths of air as he tried to regain some semblance of being grounded in his own, ruined body.
You reach your free hand up to cup his jaw, brushing your thumb over the side of his face.
"Does it really hurt that bad? You know that you can be honest," you whisper, now a little concerned that maybe you pushed him too far.
He thinks for a moment before shaking his head slowly and swallowing a bit of drool that he realized has been collecting in his mouth for the past minute or so, "N-Just a little.." he breathes out.
You nod, giving him one soft stroke of his come-covered cock. He gasps and his torso jolts at the sensation, faint tears springing to his eyes.
"Sorry, sorry," you hum, "should we stop here then? I think maybe that would be best for you.. you've already done so well for me.."
The latter half of your sentence, that subtle bit of praise, gives him all the motivation he needs to want to unravel again.
He looks down at his still-hard cock, and then back up at you, and shakes his head. His tongue pokes out over his bottom lip and wets it as he tries to collect his thoughts.
"No.. no, I can do- I can go again, ma'am.. I pro-promise.." he slurs out, thrusting up into your hand.
You raise a skeptical brow at him and his movements, keeping your hand still.
"Are you sure? You know that I won't be upset with you if you want to stop, Art."
He shakes his head again, his lip trembling, "Please."
You smile softly and start to move your hand up and down over his cock again. Despite his previous indications that it was painful, the feeling has now seemed to morph back into unfiltered pleasure as he lets out a high-pitched moan of your name. He babbles endlessly, a mixture of pleas for more, letting out repetitive mumblings of "feels good", and "yes", and an assortment of stuttered expletives.
It doesn't take long for Art to get close again.
"I think 'm gonna come again," he mumbles, letting his eyes fall shut as his head slumps forward against your shoulder. You stroke him quicker, focusing on his hypersensitive tip as you feel a drip of precome come out.
"Oh? You want to come again?" you tease coyly.
You could be cruel sometimes. He had known that this part was coming eventually.
He shakes his head against the crook of your neck with a whine, "don't do this, please.."
You stop your hand at the base of his cock, halting his orgasm just as his load started to rise up his length. Art bites back an obscenely loud moan of protest that is dying to be let out..
"No, no no noo," he squirms against you, repetitively shaking his head as his face remains buried in your neck.
"You know what you need to do, darling."
"Please," he moans, "let me come.."
"You want to come?"
"Yes."
"You do?"
"YES..!"
"How should I make you come?"
"Can y- keep stroking my- I want my cock to be- I-" he mumbles incoherently.
You place your free hand on the back of his head, pushing your fingers pleasurably into his hair as he trembles against you.
"You want me to keep jerking you off? Hm?"
"Y-Yes-ss!" he moans out brokenly, using every bit of restraint within himself to resist the urge to move his hands from behind his back and relieve his aching parts.
He would never do that, though.. no matter how much he wanted to. He would always follow your wants and needs first. Those were most important to him.
"Ask me for what you need again. Nicely; just the way I like it."
"Please, can I come?"
"Again."
He whines, his hips involuntarily bucking up against your stilled hand wrapped around him.
"Please," he sobs, "can I please come for you?"
"Yes, honey, you can come."
You start to stroke his cock once again, and within just a few pumps Art is releasing again. Even though you can't see them because his face is still in your shoulder, his eyes roll all the way to the back of his head as he lets out a couple pitiful squirts of white, sticky liquid over your hand. "Ooh, that's it.. good boy.. are you my pretty little slut?"
When Art hears this, he isn't exactly sure what happens, but it's like the orgasm that's already halfway finished just completely starts over.
"Ohh my fucking- oh my god-dd-! Ugh! HNGH-!"
It's like every single nerve ending in his body is lighting up at once, and he can't do a damn thing about it.. he can't stop it...
His legs nearly go limp underneath him, and he has to lean further into you to prevent himself from collapsing.
Art then releases the most pornographic moans you've ever heard and tenses up in your hold all over again. You're not really sure what's happening until he--
"I'm cumming again! I'm cumm-m-ing-! Again! Ohmyfucking--! GOD!"
He whines and sobs against your body, his arms still held behind his back as you feel his cock jump and pulse in your hand again. This time, nothing comes out. It's odd because it's clear that he's cumming for a fourth time, but there's nothing to show for it.
You slow your hand but continue to stroke his length which is now covered in the creamy-white filth of his previous loads. His cock softens a little, but you're unsure when his orgasm ends because, again, nothing is coming out.
Art's frame suddenly begins to jerk around every time your hand brushes over his tip, and he lets out a hiss of discomfort through his gritted teeth and a sniffle afterwards. As soon as you hear that, you know he's done and you quickly remove your hand. Any extra stimulation and he'd genuinely start to cry. You could save that for another time.. if he wanted you to.
You move your other hand from his hair to his clothed upper back and rub small, comforting circles over it.
"I've got you," you whisper, "you did such a good job, baby. You just came dry for me."
He nods, sniffling wetly and exhaustedly.
You continue to rub his back for a minute or so in silence as he comes back down to earth; the pleasurable waves of his release's aftershocks allowing him to bask in the ebb and flow of it all as he tries to calm his ragged breathing.
"I feel weak," he groans softly.
You nod, "I'm right here, you're okay.. take some deep breaths for me, honey."
He nuzzles deeper against your neck and sighs contentedly, the fuzziness in his head starting to dissipate with your caring words and gentle touch.
"You're my good boy," you whisper, pressing your cheek against the side of his head.
"Mhmm," he hums, "always for you."
â Ë・âŕ¨âĄŕ§â Ë・â. â Ë・âŕ¨âĄŕ§â Ë・â. â Ë・âŕ¨âĄŕ§â Ë・â.
notes; WOAH. ok. so this has been like months in the making by now i think..? but i finally finished it :D thank u so much to everyone who has been patiently/loyally waiting for this one after i teased it for over a month on this blog đ + thank u to anyone who gave me some kind words of encouragement when i had to put this aside for a while. i luv u guys !! <3
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OUR LITTLE DOVE
pairings: dark!lucy gray x fem!reader, dark!coriolanus snow x fem!reader, coriolanus snow x lucy gray
summary: you reunite with your dear songbird after the games, but it seems the capitol has followed her home, and taken an interest in the two of you. but it seems lucy gray is willing to share you with a certain peacekeeper, even if you arenât.
warnings: crazy lucy n corio conspiring like evil doers, manipulation, chasing, primal play?? is that what is called idk corio enjoys hunting your ass down, kidnapping, drugging, forced into accepting a third partner?? nc touching, abuse of power (peacekeeper), power dynamics, kinda cheating (lucy n corio), guilt-trip, jealousy, threatening, self doubt and relationship problems, murder, betrayal
word count: 3.0k
a/n: lol i complain about wanting to write fluff but all my good ideas r so dark đ someone needs to give me tips on how to write girls cuz i have no experience would be easier if i was gay boooo!!
he was like a shadow, stuck to your back, always.
youâd complained to lucy numerous times that you didnât feel comfortable around him when she played at the hob, knowing heâd be there, in the crowd. âsweetie, he was my mentor. he helped me so much in the games, i wouldnât be here without him. you love me donât you? so you need to learn to love him too, heâs a good friend a mine. i love you and i gotta get to the stage baby.â she explained as she ran around getting herself and the covey ready.
you were always front row. wanting to be as close to lucy as possible. she looked especially majestic tonight with flowers in her hair. as you listened to her sing youâd managed to forget about the certain blonde peacekeeper near the back. but he hadnât forgotten about you, nor lucy.
youâd left to get a drink and youâd came back to an unfamiliar tune. you usually knew every song being played off by heart but this was new.
Everyone's born as clean as a whistle
As fresh as a daisy
And not a bit crazy
Staying that way's a hard row for hoeing
she sounded as angelic as usual and the crowd around you seemed entranced.
As rough as a briar
Like walking through fire
This world, it's dark
This world, it's scary
lucy smiled at you once, just once. which threw you off since you usually got a bunch. especially during new songs and songs about you. was this not also about you?
I've taken some hits, so
No wonder I'm wary It's why
I need you
so it is about me! you thought as you closed your eyes, allowing yourself to sway to the music and singing. youâd hoped you wouldnât miss a smile headed your way.
You're as pure as the driven snow
your eyes flew open as you stared at lucy, she was looking past you and to the peacekeeper. to coriolanus snow. youâd always been a rational person, you prided yourself on restraint but that restraint was hanging on by a thread. you wanted to jam a beer bottle into his neck. lucy was your girlfriend not his. and yet he smiled stupidly towards her as she sang and you could feel your heart clawing its way up. best to leave now rather than stay and hear more of the ever so driven man.
your head was spinning as you slumped to the floor, in one of your finest dresses yet worst mental states. of course, something had formed between the two. she was in the goddamn hunger games and he was her mentor. trauma bonding? he quite literally saved her life, coached her and you did what? sat at home and hoped.
hope could only get you so far.
your hope and faith in lucy gray baird was dwindling as her lyrics swirled in your head. of course she loved him. who wouldnât? the man was undeniably eye catching. a capitol man. but youâd always imagined lucy staying away from the capitol, despising them. but maybe it wasnât the captiol part but the man part. maybe she wanted a true life, a home, marriage and children and everything she could wish for.
what on earth could you provide her with?
ây/n?â it sure as hell wasnât lucy calling out for you and you knew that. coriolanusâs reflection was prominent in the puddle before you as he neared. great, you sneered, would love to get to know you mr peacekeeper. please tell me how you stole my lovely girlfriend from me!
your chest felt oh so heavy as you heard his footsteps in the gravel, determined and unwavering as he made his way to your slumped body. âwhat do you want? you wanna gloat?â coriolanus stopped in his tracks, gloat? âwhy would i gloat?â you looked up at him annoyed, ârub it in my face. you practically stole my girlfriend from me.â coriolanus laughed. actually laughed and it made you want to strangle him with his stupid dog tags.
âsweetheart.â vomit. you wanted to vomit. maybe choking and dying on your vomit would be less embarrassing then this. why on earth was this fuck head calling you his sweetheart. âfuck off.â
you didnât see him coming. and you certainly didnât expect his demeanour to snap. but the large hand tangled in your open hair was a big slap in the face to your unreadiness. âyou of all people donât get to talk to me like that. do you know who youâre talking to?â you could hear his perfect porcelain teeth grinding at your words. god this man couldnât handle an insult. wuss.
âwhat the hell is your- ow! problem!â you yelped as he dragged you into an alleyway. âyou need to learn how to respect your superiors. if youâre nice to me, i can make your life easier. doesnât it hurt? not being able to fully provide for your family? seeing them struggle? do you really think disrespecting a peacekeeper is going to help? i suggest you straighten your act and thank me for even looking your way. there are plenty of other girls here.â
but he didnât want those other girls. he wanted you. you with the teary eyes and messy hair. you who heâd been seeing in his dreams and during the day. you with the kind smile and curious eyes. you who were so sweet and pretty but mean when need be. the y/n who was stupid enough to spit such hateful words at a peacekeeper. but heâd teach you. whether it be with words and lessons or actions and bruises. youâd learn your place, by his side and lucyâs, and underneath. but with such fearful, brown doe eyes watering up infront of him, the girl heâd heard oh so much about from lucy. how could he refrain from indulging?
his hand reached out to wipe away the few stray tears that fell as his left extended towards your right, which was clutching your head, where heâd grabbed you. âshh, let me help you.â your hand slowly retracted as your heart ran a marathon. the man was obviously unstable, going from a deceptively caring man to violent. coriolanus smiled at your actions, and it freaked you out. he caressed your scalp in an attempt to soothe, âgood girl.â he cooed as your apparent saviour approached.
âsweetie?â lucy called out to you as coriolanus withdrew from your personal space. he walked over to her and she let him. he held her hand and spoke with, love? his voice was soft and comforting, his thumb again caressing the back of her hand as they talked, whispered, plotted? god knows, all you wanted was to leave.
was this your chance?
you tested the waters, slow and calculated movements as lucy nodded in agreement with him. but by the time they were done speaking youâd bolted.
but you sure as hell werenât getting far with these two on your tail, poor y/n l/n. a little dove trying to spread her wings but they were bound to be clipped.
your feet were throbbing and begging for you to slow down. but your brain was in charge for once, your heart which yearned for your dear songbird pushed to the side as your head screamed and urged you to go. she was in league with him apparently. her seeing him corner you and not even batting an eyelash. did she truly care for you so little? did she want to rid herself of you? she couldâve broken up with you and let that be it. maybe the games had twisted her head.
even as you believed yourself to be gaining distance from the two you could hear the not-so distant steps of determined pursuit, headed your way. how would they kill you? slow and intimate? hasty and brutal?
âif you stop running now we wonât be mad little dove!â lucy shouted in warning as you felt yourself momentarily slow at her words. traitor. you thought to yourself as your body involuntary listened, she still had an affect on you. âsheâs right, we love you, we wonât hurt you. unless we have to, donât give us our reasons.â
âshut up!â you screamed. god, i know we havenât talked in a while. last minute efforts right? maybe heâd listen to you, save you from your tormentors. you shouldâve kept your head clear, focused on running. focused on your surroundings and if you had, you wouldâve noticed the nearing tree roots, thick and protruding from the ground, ready to knock you down.
you crawled behind the tree, trying to catch your breath as your hands worked tirelessly to provide some form of relief to your aching ankle.
crack.
youâd been found. you fucked up.
âour little dove, ever the sprinter.â
his words had you lurching forwards in an attempt of fleeing but lucyâs cold hand on your ankle dragged protests and cries from your throat as well as you, back to them. âyou shouldâve listened before, we wouldâve been nice. given you some time to adjust, but you canât sit and think for a second can you?â coriolanus mocked as his hand trailed up your un-injured leg, âthatâs okay, you wonât be doing much thinking from now on. weâll be taking care of you, since you obviously canât take care aâ yourself baby.â lucyâs voice was saccharine, like honey, and her smile was even sweeter. the familiarity and comfort of her presence was intoxicating, you felt at peace on one side and the other wanted to jump off a cliff. she lowered your guard and coriolanus slithered right in.
the prick in the side of your neck wasnât painful, but their words were. âyouâre with us now, weâll take care of you, we promise.â and you were stuck, stuck with them for god knows how long.
you blinked away the sleep in your eyes, adjusting to the room. maybe they had killed you? in their own twisted way theyâd keep you forever, in their memories and soul. coriolanus and lucyâs voices swam around your head and blended together. you were wrong. yay.
âitâs a bit early for katniss, even if itâs one of her favourites.â
âshe should eat something better.â
âbetter? donât go all capitol on me now corio.â
he was smiling, you could tell.
ânever lucy gray. but sheâll be weak for a few days, proper meals will help her regain some strength.â
you picked your head up and looked through the window, the lake was evident.
âalright, you go grab it and iâll stay here.â
âwhy? so you can get more time with her? if anyone should get extra time itâs me.â
ânow who was her partner first? oh thatâs right, me. youâre acting as if iâm gonna pick her up and run away. if youâre that scared than weâll both go. take her with us.â
coriolanusâs head whipped towards the cabin and you quickly flopped back down on the bed. you shut your eyes as you heard the door creak open. âgosh, doesnât she look pretty?â lucy asked, knowing the answer already. âso calm, i liked her better when she was crying.â lucy hit him, âcoriolanus snow!â he stroked the side of your face and you had to resist from turning your head and biting his fingers off.
âlittle dove.â your eyes opened again, turning your head his way tiredly. âwe need to get some supplies okay?â you nodded as lucy went outside to gather the baskets sheâd left out earlier on to dry. coriolanusâs hand dug into your cheeks as he forced you to look at him, âi told you iâd make you respect me. now listen, if you try anything when weâre in town i will never let you forget it. youâll know who you belong to every single day. maybe iâll pay your family a visit? an appointment with the hanging tree for being rebels? stealing?â
you shook your head violently as you began to cry, âyou donât want that? didnât think so. you listen to me and everything will be fine. your family will get daily help and weekly groceries. theyâll never go hungry again. all thanks to their sweet little girl. lucyâs too nice, but donât think for a second sheâll save you from me. youâre mine and if you try anything.â he leaned in to whisper, âiâll strangle her with my bare hands infront of you.â his words were meant to scare you, and they did. but donât you know? coriolanus snow doesnât need a reason to do bad things.
coriolanus was wicked and ruthless when it came to what he wanted, if you had any hope of trying to get through this then youâd need lucyâs attention and help. so you nodded. âwords sweetheart.â you swallowed your pride, your dignity, and you shook hands with the devil.
âyes, iâll do what you say.â he straightened up, his white shirt a contrast to his dark thoughts.
âyâall ready to go?â lucy questioned as coriolanus grinned, âyes, yes we are.â he lifted you up and helped you dress, you hadnât realised the fact that you were only dressed in his own white shirt, dress to you. he handled you like you were the most delicate object. as if he wasnât hell bent on breaking you, over and over again. till you were fit to his standards. the captiol standards. the snow standards.
his, his, his.
with how obedient you were, he figured youâd do well in the capitol. which was exactly where he was meaning to bring you.
lucy walked in front of the two of you as you made your way through the woods. coriolanusâs hand was glued to your waist as he held you close, afraid to let go. you were at flight risk of course. his grip was tight and bruising. lucyâs humming distracted you at times, if you were delusional enough you could imagine it to be the two of you. your brothers far infront and the covey following. after an amazing afternoon at the lake, heading home for dinner, maybe a performance or the night shift.
your daydreaming was interrupted when you clocked coriolanusâs missing hand from your waist, and his arm now around lucy grays throat.
donât you remember? youâd do well in the capitol! you were his! but not entirely, no.
not with her in the way.
you were frozen in place as lucy clawed at him before reaching out for you. a plea, a cry for help and aid yet you stood stuck in fear. a minute, two. sheâd put up a strong fight, especially when you ran towards the two, pushing and shoving at coriolanus to let her go. but again, you fucked up.
here lies lucy gray baird, singer, victor, psycho.
obsessed? madly in love? you couldnât think of another word, and as much as you wished to forget her, forget how sheâd practically allowed another man into your relationship and let him kidnap you. her lifeless face and hollow eyes made your heart clench. but soon enough she was rolled over, thrown in a pre-made hole and buried. sheâd survived the games but no one survived coriolanus snow.
âdonât forget what i said. donât forget what you agreed to. you said youâd do as i say, iâm telling you to get up and follow me. weâre leaving district 12.â your face was painted with confusion as coriolanus clutched your face, âiâm going back, and youâre coming with me. donât ask questions, just do as i say.â
and you did.
when he had you say goodbye to your family, a courtesy, a privilege heâd granted you. you kept it short and sweet, no questions just hugs and false promises of return.
when he ushered you onto the train and he wanted you to sit and be silent, you did.
through his time at the university, he wanted you close to him, living with him. and you did.
through his presidency campaign he wanted for you to charm sponsors and entice newcomers. you did.
when he wanted to marry you in a grand spectacle infront of the captiol and dress you up, you did as he asked.
when he held you down on your wedding night after tearing your dress off, biting and marking you down all over, pushing you down to your knees and took you all over the house, asking you to give yourself to him as if he didnât take you anyways, you did.
you had no idea why at this point.
for your family? who hadnât reached out in so long, even when they promised to talk to you every day? coriolanus had them all arrested, punished and hung for inciting riots and uprisings.
for your friends whom listened to your concerns of the capitol peacekeeper who hovered and didnât make you feel crazy? each of them ended up dead in many different ways, hung, shot, a mugging gone wrong.
you didnât know at this point and when you looked in the mirror you didnât recognise the girl who stared back. a captiol sheep, dressed up in the finest silk dresses and slick heels yet the filth underneath the finery, jewels, and makeup weighed you down. each time he touched you, kissed you, fucked you, it felt like a peace of yourself was thrown away.
and as you clutched your swelling stomach, you couldnât help but feel pity for baby number four.
maybe youâd grow up and find love.
maybe iâll be able to take you all away from him.
maybe weâll heal.
you thought, but in the back of your head, a little voice wouldnât shut up.
youâll always be his little dove.
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Chapter 3- Caught in the Act
A+ in Pretend Love (Lando Norris x Reader)
Series Masterlist
Summary- If you asked Zak Brown, he would advice never to store confidential contracts on the cloud. If you asked Lando, he would tell you to not fall in love with your fake fiance. If you asked Y/N, she would tell you to never date a famous person even if it's not real.
While Lando was being coached by his best friend to confess his love to his fake fiance; Zak's cloud was being hacked in hopes of finding some dirt on McLaren or their CEO ad black mail but they didn't expect to hit the jackpot. Their contract was valid for 3-4 more months and the plan was to slowly ease Y/N out of Lando's life and say that things didn't work out because of their busy schedule.
What no one anticipated was they would wake up on Saturday morning to both their face plastered all over the news with the contract they had signed. The media was calling them all sorts of things from trying to fool them to trying to fool an entire country. There were people who had tracked her down and were not waiting outside Y/N's house in hopes of talking to her or at her work. She had to take leave from work since her professors were speaking ill of her. She couldn't imagine having to go back for her PHD programme. The worst were the fans; the name calling, the hate; it was all directed towards her as if McLaren were saint's in all of this. Lando also bore the brunt of a major chunk of the hate.
Zak just texted them telling them not to talk to anyone and to stay hidden till it all died out. Y/N wouldn't even talk to Lando at this point because she was so angry and hurt and didn't want to direct her anger towards him when it wasn't even his fault. She was sat bawling her eyes out at all the mean things the people were saying about her. It made her life extremely difficult, something she hadn't imagined happening.
Lando was a mess; McLaren told the media that Lando wouldn't be answering any question other than the race and if they asked any personal questions, he just walked away; adding fuel to the fire. The drivers were also gossiping among themselves. "No wonder she suddenly showed up. It was all a rouse" George whispered. "I mean I get why McLaren would do that, with Lando's antics" Alex reasoned. But as soon as they would spot Lando, they would stop whispering. "If you guys are gonna talk about my relationship" he said in animated quotation marks, "do it in front of me. I'll answer all your questions" he huffed and walked away, clearly hurt by his friends. Racing while it felt like his world was falling apart was proving to be very difficult. All his calls and messages to Y/N would fall on deaf ears and it was messing with him even more. He just needed to know that she was okay. He didn't give a rat's ass about how he was.
"Lando, I think, soon the media will get something else to talk about. You should just focus on your racing" Zak reasoned with Lando who wanted to put out a statement saying it was all their idea. "None of this would've happened had you not saved the damn contract on your cloud" Lando sighed angrily. "I don't understand how could you let something like that happen" he shouted walking away. The environment in the McLaren garage was tense to say the least.
Lando had hoped that things would quite down by now. The original timeline for his contract was also up but there was no shutting up about the fake relationship. Lando won his maiden win and yet the only thing they could talk about was Y/N. Part of Lando missed her, he had really hope to be able to share this moment with her. When he got out of the car, a big part of him wished she was there so he could run to her, hold her and maybe celebrate this win with her.
So, later that night, he did call her and she answered, her voice hoarse. "Congratulations Lando" she crocked. "Were you crying?" Lando asked worried. "Yeah, I'm just so happy you won" she said clearing her throat. Lando found himself smiling for the first time in a long time. "How have you been?" he asked her softly. "Same old same old. I thought things would quite down by now but they haven't." Y/N mumbled. "I'm sorry" Lando apologised. "It's a good thing I'm busy with research for my PHD. I have no clue how I would deal with people in my class" she sighed. "I'm so sorry Y/N. It's all my fault" Lando began before Y/N cut him off. "It's no one's fault. Things like this happen. I'm just glad they didn't rebuke my visa for this" she laughed trying to lighten the mood. 'I miss you' was stuck in both their throats as they continued to talk for a couple more minutes. "I think we should cut the call" Y/N suggested. "Oh" Lando replied. "I think it would be easier for the both of us if we stopped contacting each other. It was a hassle explaining the whole thing to my parents and my relatives. I just don't have it in me honestly" Y/N breathed out shakily. "I'll fix this" Lando tried to reason. "Don't Lando. I think this was it for us. I wish you the best. Take care" Y/N said it like it was their last time talking. "Please" Lando begged but Y/N cut the call; "But I love you" Lando whispered into his phone.
As the time went on and as the championship picked up, Lando's heart was in unrest. He felt like he had wronged the person who he loved and he couldn't live knowing that. So, he decided to sit down one day and film a video. He had seen the stuff people were saying about him and Y/N and he felt like it had been months; people should've moved on by now but if they couldn't he would make sure that they wouldn't be able to say shit about Y/N anymore.
The video began with Lando in his Monaco apartment; "Hi guys. Lando here" he began. He took a deep breath before speaking; "I would like to address my whole relationship with Y/N in his video. Part of me had hoped that it wouldn't come to his but here we are. Y/N and I did begin this relationship in a contract but it was the team's and my decision to do so. She was just a random person we ran into who ended up helping us. So, the whole gold digger narrative you all are spinning is a load of bull. I know I shouldn't've done that but I had no other option to clear up my image because that's what the team and sponsors wanted. Part of me had hoped that after the championship had started picking up steam you guys would have something better to talk about but hating on us for the decisions we made is too much. If you would like to hate on me or send me a ton of hate, be my guest but please leave Y/N out of this. She is innocent and doesn't deserve this. I would appreciate it if you would stop sending hate to the woman I actually loved. And to Y/N, if you're even watching, had we met in a different situation, I would've actually married you since I really do love you" Lando finished the video and after he was happy with it he uploaded it to his channel. He knew his PR team would give him shit but he didn't give a fuck. He just wanted Y/N to be safe.
The internet was in an uproar after Lando's public declaration of love. Some were calling it cliche and the others were swooning over Lando for taking a stand. People weren't very happy with McLaren and how they had handled the whole situation. Lando was being bombarded by calls from McLaren and they were angry at him for what he did. "Lando are you crazy? The sponsors won't stop calling. Why would you say that?" Zak shouted. "Because lying was what got us here. So, I cleared the air" Lando stated. "You are unbelievable and so difficult. I don't know why I tried so hard to keep you" Zak mumbled which Lando heard and it stung.
Y/N was on vacation with Becky who had taken her away since all she did was stay coup-ed up at home since the whole incident. Y/N woke up to a text from her mum; 'you'll want to see this. It's Lando' it read. Y/N quickly loaded the video and before she knew it, she was crying. She couldn't believe that Lando loved her. The craziest part of the video was the love confession honestly. She quickly called him and a groggy voice answered. "Y/N, is everything okay?" Lando asked worried. "Yes. Do you mean it?" she asked. "Mean what?" Lando asked confused. "What you said in the video about being in love with me?" she pleaded. "Yes. Every word. I've been in love with you for months and I couldn't tell you and it was killing me. It's fine if you don't feel the same. I just needed to let it out" Lando rambled. "I love you too you muppet" she laughed as tears were rolling down her face. "You mean it?" Lando asked pinching himself. "Yes. I love you so much Lando Norris" she said, by now Becky was also up due to all the commotion. "Are you free tonight?" Lando asked. "Ahh, I'm on vacation right now" she said slowly. "Let me know when you're back, I'll pick you up at the airport" Lando said, "I love you Y/N Y/L/N" Lando stated. "I love you too" Y/N replied before ending the call to explain everything to Becky.
True to his words Lando had come to the airport to pick her up, As soon as he spotted her, he ran to her at full speed almost knocking her down as he wrapped his arms around her waist raising her in the process to spin around for a while. "I missed you" he whispered putting her down with his head nuzzled in her neck. "I missed you too" she whispered running a hand through the back of his hair. "You made me dizzy" she whined as he pulled away to look at her. "Sorry" Lando smiled sheepishly. "About that date?" he asked. "Give me some time to shower and than I'm all yours" she beamed.
The two of them headed home. They went on that much needed date; at home with pizza and shitty rom-coms. They giggled as the pair on the screen kissed. When Lando turned to look at her and held her face like it was the most precious thing. "Can I kiss you?" he mumbled, eyes flickering to her lips. She nodded and Lando closed the distance between them, the kiss was sweet and needy; they had so many emotions running through them and some how this kiss was exactly what they needed.
"What about McLaren?" she asked a couple days later. "I'll tell them we're really dating but now I really wanna just protect you. I won't let anything happen to you." he stated. "I know" she hummed in agreement kissing his lips.
After spending the whole of summer break together, Lando came out to announce that him and Y/N were actually dating. The team took it as well as you expect them to. The fans were going wild since this was truly out of a book. The other drivers were quite supportive and even apologised for their previous discretion.
With Y/N on his side, Lando felt like he could take on the world; good or bad. And Y/N was happy she agreed to fake date Lando since she got a real boyfriend out of this.
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osamu and you leave your daughter with her uncle atsumu for the weekend. chaos ensues.
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âi woulda felt better leavinâ her with kita or aran.â
you let out a snort at your husbandâs statement. âover your own brother? her blood relative?â
you and osamu were driving to a weekend getaway in the mountains. while the two of you were excited for a break and some quality time, there was no denying that there was some apprehension in the car.
it was the first time youâd be away from your baby daughter. as great as a vacation sounded, it would be a lie to say the two of you werenât reluctant to go.
in order to ease your nerves, a suitable babysitter was chosen.
only osamu didnât have a lot of faith in your choice.
âexactly, heâs ma brother, so âm the only one who understands just how much of ân idiot he truly is.â
âbut you saw how happy he was to offer to watch her! atsumu loves being a uncle, he wonât half-ass taking care of her. besides, if he ends up needing help your mom is just a call away.â
âmaâs hostinâ her book club this saturday, she canât just drop everythinâ if tsumuâs dumbass ends up needinâ help.â
you let out a sigh. âsamu, just try and relax. iâm sure everything over on his end is fine.â
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âCOURT BABY! COURT BABY! COURT BABY!â
hinata and bokuto chanted as they watched your daughter crawl across the shiny floor of the msby practice gym.
having grown tired of the play mat and toys her uncle atsumu had laid out for her, the little one decided exploring her surroundings would be far more exciting.
âsheâs crawlinâ earlier than most babies would,â atsumu chimed proudly. âmustâve got ma athlete genes.â
sakusa rolled his eyes from behind the fake blonde.
âsheâs really going fast! letâs time her to see how quick she can move!â hinata suggested, fascinated by the little human on the ground.
âweâre supposed to be doing passing drills-â
âGREAT IDEA HINATA!â bokuto shouted.
âi give up,â the masked brunette said, moving to sit down on the bleachers since apparently no one was going to actually bother to follow instructions.
atsumu smirked while watching his teammates fawn over his niece. he knew it would be a good idea to just bring her to friday practice. the vibe for fridays was always a little more laid-back, and he knew having a cute little baby around would earn him brownie points with his excitable teammates. who didnât love babies?
his brown eyes shifted over to sakusa momentarily, who was gazing at his niece with a look of disdain on his face.
okay, maybe he didnât enjoy kids, but the rest of the team sure did!
âhey hey hey, baby miya! letâs see how quick you can crawl to your uncle tsum-tsum!â
atsumu grinned, moving to kneel on the ground so he can encourage his niece to move towards him. seeing the familiar face of her uncle- who shared a face with her father- had her happily babbling away as she pushed towards him.
âawe, sheâs trying to talk!â hinata cooed, lip wobbling as he watched the precious exchange.
âalright, everyone,â a voice boomed. everyone turned to see a muscular figure with a head of spiky black hair enter the gymnasium.
âyour coach asked me to come over to ensure you boys were actually practicing,â iwaizumi hajime (27) athletic trainer stated. âi have some specific stamina exercises i want everyone to participate in. weâre gonna start by-â
movement in the lower peripheral of iwaâs vision caught his attention and the former ace found his gaze turning toward the floor.
ââŚwhy the hell is there a baby here?â
âdonât fuckinâ curse in frontâa ma niece!â
âyou just- nevermind,â iwa grunted, trying to be as patient as possible considering there was a literal infant present.
slotting his clipboard into the junction of his shoulder, the athletic trainer bent down to gently pick up your daughter. balancing her on his hip as if heâd done it a million times before, he turned back to the team.
âalright, jumping jacks and high knees, i want those heart rates getting up!â
before atsumu could open his mouth, iwa shot him a pointed look.
âiâll hold your niece, miya, now get moving.â
the squeaking of shoes against the linoleum floor began to sound off. after ensuring everyone was properly following his instructions, he turned to the baby in his hold.
everyone knew iwaizumi was tough, but few knew how much of a complete softie he could be at times. giving your daughter a small smile, he lifted his hands to wave his fingers at her, to which she smiled back and tried to mimic his movements.
he let out a light laugh. âmotor skills coming along there, i see-â
âiwaaaaa-chaaannnnn,â a voice sounded off from behind him.
iwaizumi froze. that voice, that stupid nickname, he knew it from anywhere. he began to turn his head to look behind him, gradually as if he was moving in slow-motion.
there was no wayâŚ
âguess who flew all the way from argentina to surprise you with his presence,â oikawa boasted as he stepped into the room. âthatâs right, me-â
the seijoh grad fell silent as his chocolate colored eyes fell on the small human in his best friendâs hold.
oikawa blinked once. twice. three times. then-
âsince when did you have a kid?â
âtooru, this isnât-â
âhow could you keep this from me?â
âwill you please just-â
âa whole child? when?â
âshittykawa just shut up-â
âSTOP CURSINâ IN FRONTâA HER!â
â-and listen to me for a second!â
oikawa finally stopped his tirade, moving towards iwaizumi to study the baby in his arms. he bent down to be eye level with her, the both of them staring at each other curiously.
the brunette hummed to himself, reaching a finger out to poke your daughterâs cheek. âshe doesnât look like you.â
âwow, what an observation, itâs almost like sheâs not my kid.â
âthen whoâs is she-â
âsheâs my niece,â atsumu growled out, pushing oikawa away from the baby he was prodding at. he fixed the other man with a glare, well aware of who he was and what position he also played. the fact that this potential rival thought he could casually touch his flesh and blood had the fake blonde heated. âiâm takinâ careâa her for the weekend, which means i ainât letting no lesser setter layâa hand on her.â
âlesser setter?â
âoh boy,â iwa said, moving away from the two ego-fueled players. he could tell they were about to scuffle and he couldnât let a baby be anywhere near that.
placing your little girl safely to the side, iwa crouched in front of her, sounds of ânever saw ya at spring nationalsâ and âletâs see what your stats are, huh?â airing in the background.
âyou stay right here, iâm gonna go get them to knock it off.â
standing a few meters away from all the chaos, sakusa watched as iwaizumi tried to wrench the two setters apart. sighing, he shifted his gaze to your daughter sitting unattended on the ground, babbling at nothing in particular.
sakusa grimaced. he really didnât like babies. they were soâŚgermy. and gross. but, he supposed the babies themselves couldnât really help that fact. it wasnât their fault they were so little and had such new immune systems.
a shadow then loomed over your daughter, bokuto and hinata standing over her. now that iwaizumi was too distracted to lead them in workouts, the twoâs attention was back on the infant.
âi know!â bokuto exclaimed. âletâs do passing drills with baby miya! we can pass her back and forth to each other!â
âsheâll feel like sheâs flying! like sheâs a little crow!â
âor an owl!â
âyou two will be doing absolutely no such thing with this child,â sakusa interjected, scooping your daughter up and going to sit down on the bench with her.
âbut ki-â
âno.â
he wasnât a fan of babies, but considering your daughterâs uncle was currently holding oikawa in a headlock, sakusa figured he could keep an eye on her for just a few minutes. it wouldnât be too much longer before iwa finally decided heâd had enough and smacked the shit out of both of them.
hearing a little gurgle from below him, the brunette cast his eyes downwards. your daughterâs sight was transfixed on him, a smile coming onto her face when she saw she had the spikerâs attention.
from behind his mask, sakusa felt the corners of his lips twitch upwards.
okay, maybe babies were a little cute.
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