#sorry for the slight delay !!! happy new year's !!!!!!

[karinasbaby]

PARK JONGSEONG — HARD THOUGHT!

part 2

pairing: park jongseong x fem!reader (+17)

warnings: mirror sex, slight kitchen sex?, unprotected sex, cervix fucking, creampie, slight biting, oral (f), cursing, multiple orgasms?, pet names (baby/angel/good&bad girls), fingering, jay’s a bit mean in the beginning, size kink, breast play, “punishment”, kissing & making out.

wc: 4.2k (i tried making this short)

A/N: so sorry for the delay on this one ! not that proud/happy w how it turned out i might make a part 2 cuz i love the jay x mirror sex concept sm :(

cant’t help but think about how sweet and nice jongseong would be in a relationship, your connection with him had been going on for years yet the time it took for both of you to realise your blooming feelings for eachother took even longer, and here you were now with a fairly new relationship with jongseong, your first anniversary was about a week ago, today both of you were invited to your friend’s place for a hangout which resulted in both you and jongseong drinking, safe to say when you came back you were a little tipsy.

and ridiculously needy.

jongseong felt the same way, he could practically feel the heat radiating from your body, your soft heavy breaths landing on his neck while he attempted his best to open the door to your apartment, jongseong swallowed thickly at the feeling of his pants feeling tighter than usual around him, he swiftly unlocked the door and in the blink of an eye your back was pushed against it after he dragged you in by your wrist,

“couldn’t even be patient for just a few more minutes, hm baby?” he spoke, tone lower than usual as his head dropped on your shoulder, his own chest feeling heavy as he could feel his body getting warmer by the second, heart beat picking up when your arms wrapped around his neck,

“i need you so bad, jay” you whispered out needly, your breath landing on his ear making him close his eyes as he tried to calm his breathing, licking his dry lips he lifted his head to take in your hooded eyes, brimming with desire and need as you looked at him with your face flushed entirely, your body was becoming uncomfortably hot, the pool of slick between your thighs wasn’t helping at all either,

“how bad do you need me, angel?” he replied, inching his face closer to yours and teasing you by biting on your lower lip, his teeth grazing your soft skin making you gasp out loud at the feeling, gripping on his biceps you whined out breathlessly, “so bad.”

“so bad that you couldn’t wait till we got home?” he asked, his eyes dark as he looked at you, taking your features in as your eyebrows furrowed, growing impatient as he was taking unnecessarily long to fuck you.

your face instantly contorted in pleasure when jay’s rough hands began to roam around your body, caressing your shoulders first allowing your body to melt in his hold, moving downwards to massage your breast making you gasp into his mouth before securing them around your waist, the slightest touch of his finger on your body made the skin beneath it burn, “no, i couldn’t.” you answered,

closing your eyes as you felt jay’s breath getting heavier, his deep breathes landing on your collarbones, goosebumps arose on your skin when you felt his fingers trace gently around your waist, dipping lower to your hips as he brought you impossibly closer to his body, breathing out a sigh of relief when his throbbing bulge pressed against your leaking core,

you groaned in pleasure at the feeling of his massive clothed length providing the slightest friction against your aching core, your grip on his biceps tightening as he pushed his hips deeper dragging out low whines from your throat,

“really made me pissed, angel” he spoke out, closing his eyes and throwing his head back exposing his neck with his sharp jaw to your needy eyes while his hips rutted against yours, “touching me like that in front of the others, shouldn’t have done that baby.” he breathed out his head lowering to catching your dazed eyes with his darkened angry ones, your heart skipped a beat when you noticed his clenched jaw and furrowing eyebrows,

“i shouldn’t even allow you to cum tonight,” he grunted out, his hips pressing against your own as you felt him twitch, your eyes widening at his words as you knew jay always stayed true to his words, (i call bs)

“but jay-“ you started off, your voice whiny as you felt himself pulling away from you, “bad girls don’t deserve to cum, baby.” his voice was deep as he spoke out every word next to your ear, “shouldn’t have fucking teased me in front of the others.” he finished off before walking into the kitchen, leaving your trembling body pressed against the door,

jay walked into the kitchen to prepare tea for himself in attempt to calm himself down, your huffs of frustration while tears aligned in your waterline from your denied orgasm went unnoticed by jay, but were you really going to take his word and give up? no.

your footsteps followed his as jay’s back entered your vision, his figure was tense as he made an effort to calm his raging boner, regulating his breathing in hopes of regaining his composure, but all his attempts were thrown out the window the moment he felt your arms circling tightly around his waist, “please, jay. i need you so bad.” your weak voice reaching his eyes as you rested your warm cheek against his back rendered him frozen, jay could feel the way he was pathetically twitching in his suffocating boxers, his thoughts becoming uncontrollably filthier as he felt your entire body press firmly against his,

sucking a deep breath between his teeth in, jongseong untied your arms from his waist before turning around, he opened his mouth to deny your request before he felt your lips pressing desolately against his, jay’s breath hitched when he felt you bite softly on his bottom lip, before digging your nails into his wrists, the slight pain snapping him back to reality as he pushed his tongue inside of your mouth, his muscle entangling with yours as he explored every corner and crevice of your mouth, with drool dripping from the corner of your mouth you dragged his wrist under your skirt, successfully making his fingers come in contact with your soaking panties and with that jongseong felt his breath getting knocked out of him,

“you’ve been this fucking wet the entire time?” he cursed out, his mouth unlatching from yours, head dropping as you moaned lowly into his neck, jay’s fingers rubbed slow circles around your throbbing clothed clit, hissing as he felt the thin soiled fabric fail to contain your slick when it coated his fingers entirely, “fuck baby you’re dripping,”

“just for you, jay. i need you so so bad.” you whined against his neck as his fingers moved quicker, jongseong cursed as he felt more slick run down his fingers to his palm, maybe he could change the punishment a bit,

jongseong swiftly turned your body around while he stepped away from the counter, his hands landing on the edge trapping you in his hold as he pressed his chest against your back, the familiar contact of your warm body against his had his mind spinning, jay’s hand moved to your lower back to slowly push you against the counter,

“bend over, angel” he ordered, his voice heavy and deep as he took in the sight of your chest pressing against the counter and your back arching for him, lifting up your skirt to pool around your waist, completely presenting yourself to him, his eyes landed on your see-through panties which was enough for him to pull his pants and boxers down to land around his ankles,

his aching length pressed against your cheeks as continuous precum was leaking out of his raging red tip, you moaned quietly at the weight of his thick and large length resting against your body before jay pushed it downward to run over your soiled panties,

“jay…” you whined his name quietly, jongseong sighed heavily as his hands engulfed your soft skin, his fingers played with the hem of your panties, you almost whined again at the feeling of his large cock running against your folds before you felt him pulling down your ruined underwear,

without a warning, jongseong plunged his entire length into your soaking warm walls that tightened unbelievably around him, jay had to place his palm over his mouth to silence any of his moans as his length sunk in deeper with every inch while your body got pushed further into the counter, your jaw open as your legs shook with attempt to adjust to his size,

“fuck- jay!” you moaned out when his entire length was engulfed by your walls, bottoming out and placing his hands behind his back with his hips pressed flush against yours, jay was unmoving,

with the passing seconds you grew confused as to why jay remained motionless, leaning your head backwards your eyes met his that were already staring at you, your breath hitched when you took in the sight of his hooded eyes taking you in with lust and need, “jay?” you whispered out, you knew you had frustrated him and might’ve pushed him to his limits with your teasing today, but this side of jay where his anger was brewing inside of him silently was completely new to you,

“fuck yourself.” he spoke out, his eyes studying your face as your own widened in confusion and bewilderment, your breath hitching as you asked, “what?” jongseong continued staring at you before repeating his same words, this time he leaned over, his figure looming over your body as his face was inches away from yours, “i said, fuck yourself on my cock, don’t you want it?” he growled, looking dead into your needy eyes, while you were tightening uncontrollably around his length.

jongseong sucked a deep breath in before leaning back, you pressed your forehead against the cold surface wondering just how bad your luck must be today, jay’s self control was admirable as you felt his length twitching inside of you yet he made no effort to move his hips that were pressed against yours, your indecisiveness and confusion seemed to have taken too long because next thing you knew was jay’s hand gripping your jaw to turn your head to face him,

with his glowering gaze and furrowed eyebrows, jay growled “weren’t you begging me to fuck you at the door?” he asked you, pausing to fully memorise the image of you looking at him with glossy eyes and your flushed face, you hesitantly nodded, a part of you was terrified of this side of jay while the other was growing with excitement curious as to how the night will end, “then what are you waiting for? how many more times do i have to repeat myself?” he spoke out through gritted teeth with his breath heavy, each word ending with a tightening of his hand on your jaw,

“fuck yourself on my cock.” he commanded, with his nails digging into the skin on your cheeks you nodded, locking your glistening eyes into his darkened ones you began to slowly moves your hips against his, the feeling of his length leisurely massaging your walls had you breathing out softly in his grip, jay was still staring at your face, his hand travelled lower to gently hold on to your shoulder and push you back to his length, closing his eyes as he heard your breathes becoming longer and steadily turn into whines,

your cheeks were slapping against his pelvis as his cock was moving in and out of your soaking entrance inch by inch, the familiar tightening in your stomach made you realise that your release felt so close yet so far away, picking up the pace you attempted to feel jay’s tip massage the familiar spots that had you seeing stars but it wasn’t working.

jay seeming to notice the same thing, clicking his tongue before placing his hand on your lower back to pause your motions, “this won’t do.” he grunted out,

and in the blink of an eye jay was carrying you bridal style to your bedroom, you squeaked in surprise as your arms rose to wrap around his neck, your panties falling onto the floor while he hastily walked towards the room to lay you in the bed,

with your back coming into contact with the soft blanket below you, your eyes travelled upwards to the ceiling where you could see the tiled mirrors jay insisted on placing for “important reasons”, the sight of jay’s arms moving to remove his shirt, revealing all of his back muscles flexing right in front of your eyes as his arms moved to sneak around your legs to open them wider and place himself between your thighs,

jay’s head dipped lower, he looked up for a mere second to realise that you were entranced by the view in the ceiling mirrors, the view of his large figure towering over yours, the sight of jay’s muscular arms wrapped around your thighs then his eyes locked into your core.

as if a spell was put upon you, turning you into pure putty in his hold, he opened your legs wider as your limbs went limp in his arms, pulling himself lower to finally lick a bold stripe with his warm tongue along your slit, his tongue collecting all of your sweet nectar, you sighed out as you felt jay’s warm breath hitting your core perfectly, exactly where you needed him,

jay’s grip on your silky skin tightened, his mouth enveloping your throbbing clit as he softly sucked, the waves of pleasure ran up your spine as he parted your folds with one of his fingers, gently continuing his ministrations of sucking on your clit and thrusting his finger deeper, you moaned his name lowly once he started to slightly curly his finger all the while massaging your walls perfectly,

“feels good, baby?” he asked against your skin, tilting his head to the side to leave open mouthed kisses along your trembling thighs while your hips jerked in his hold, you nodded wordlessly, distracted and mind foggy at the upcoming release that was building up in your lower stomach,

once jay felt your walls spasm around his fingers, indicating your oncoming orgasm he abruptly stopped, ignoring the desperate whine parting your lips as he moved upwards, your eyes were droopy as you attempted your best to focus on jay’s figure in the mirror, but that seemed impossible as jay quickly flipped your body over,

his figure was weighting down yours as he moved towards your ear before whispering, “i’ll show you how girls who tease their boyfriends in front of their friends get fucked,” departing from your back, your body trembled in his hold part of it being because of your ruined orgasm while the other part was mainly because of the excitement of jay’s new side,

jay leaned backwards, anchoring himself on his knees as he pulled your hips upwards, aligning his length with your entrance before pushing in without a warning again, you gasped at the familiar intrusion, eyes rolling back as his inches filled you up so deliciously your head dropped onto the pillow while your legs trembled in his hold,

“let me fucking in, baby. you’re so tight,” he groaned out at the feeling of your walls sucking his length in, the grip your cunt had on his length had his own body trembling, the slight pain only pushing him more to completely wreck you,

and jay was merciless.

as he instantly began to piston his hips against yours, the sound of skin slapping echoed throughout the bedroom followed by your surprised moans as jay pulled himself back completely, leaving your cunt empty and gaping around nothing before pushing his length back in till his balls slapped against your clit, the sight of your gaping hole soaking with arousal, swollen and needy to swallow his length had jay throwing his head back as he let out soft growls followed by moans when he started to feel the building pressure in his abdomen,

jay’s index and middle finger gripped on the waistline of your skirt as he pulled your body backwards to meet his harsh thrusts, the sound of your skin slapping accompanied by the wet squelching noises from your dripping arousal had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, “jay it’s t-too much..” you stuttered out, broken moans following after each word making jay chuckle before he pressed his hips flush against yours,

“isn’t this what you wanted the whole day?” he questioned, the combination of jay being balls deep get unmoving inside of your walls along with his deep voice mocking you had you tightening around him uncontrollably, in turn making jay scoff as he felt another gush of arousal soak his length, “didn’t you want to get fucked by me the whole entire day, baby?” his hand dipped past your hips before landing on your swollen clit, your legs immediately jerked as he began to rub slow circles along your clit, jay hissed as he felt you tighten continuously around his cock while he continued, “fuck!- jay… i c-can’t-“ you cried out when you felt him slowly grind against your hips, barely pulling out before pushing himself back in,

his tip was hitting the most perfect spots inside of you while his length kept stretching you open, moulding your walls to occupy his cock only while his fingers never faltered on your clit, drool was running down the corner of your mouth while your eyes turned glossier, completely restoring into babbling once you felt jay’s tip press against your cervix pleasurably, “yes you can, you should’ve thought about this before you fucking touched me and teased me in front of everyone.” he snarled, his voice still laced with anger, and as if a reminder went off in his head, his fingers returned to grip on your waist before he began to thrust into you with an animalistic pace,

plunging into your silky entrance with his tip kissing the spongy spots all over your walls, you moaned his name loudly as you felt yourself unraveling in his hold with no warning, your orgasm knocking your breath out once you felt the euphoric electric shocks running throughout your body, jay obviously noticed the excessive gush of slick dripping down to his own thighs as he groaned from your constant tightening, “just like that baby, cum all over my cock.” he grunted out, picking up his pace which made you choke on your own moans at the sudden overstimulation, jay fucked you through your orgasm before dragging out another one from your trembling body,

jongseong slowed down for a few seconds as he leaned down to catch his breath, attempting to hold off his climax as much as possible while not having the heart to pull out of your warm cunt, he leaned down pressing his sweaty chest against your back as he gripped your jaw,

your drool ran down his fingers as he tilted your head to face his own flushed face, the sight of your glazed red eyes, swollen red nose and lips followed by a few strands of hair sticking against your temple had jay twitching inside of you, “jay…” you breathed out his name, your voice breaking as the fatigue caught up to you, and at the sound of your needy voice calling for him so sweetly he inhaled a deep breath, closing his eyes momentarily before deciding to be gentler,

“i’m right here, angel” he spoke against your lips, hissing when he felt your walls convulse around him at the pet name, he slowly began to grind his hips against yours, the familiar slow pace he used a few minutes ago as he locked his mouth onto yours, messily kissing away all your moans and groans while his length massaged your walls deeply, “i’ve got you, baby.” he breathed into you as he felt you twitch, he continued with the same pace while he ran his tongue along yours,

your body felt like jelly while you felt lightheaded at the feeling of jay so close, you could barely breathe, the lack of oxygen causing an incredible burn in your chest but you couldn’t care less as jongseong sucked on your lower lip while his hips pressed against yours softly, “i’m c-close again..” you whispered into his mouth, jongseong’s hand sneaked lower to softly circle your clit as he mumbled back, “cum for me, angel. i’ve got you, let go for me,” and that was enough to have your eyes rolling back, your jaw going slack while jay licked into your mouth, his eyes hungrily drank in every expression your face contorted to, fucking you through your orgasm and thrusting deeper at the constant resistance and tightening of your walls, he moaned into your mouth as he felt his inner thighs getting coated with another layer of slick while you gushed around his length,

“so good, baby. doing so well for me,” jay praised, resorting to only leaving open mouthed kisses along your jaw while your body shook beneath him, and in a fraction of a second jongseong’s arms wrapped around your waist, pulling both of your bodies upwards, he moved you towards the edge of the bed to face the large mirror he placed on the wall next to your bed,

with his length still buried inside of you, he opened your quivering legs, allowing your eyes to greet the sight of his large length buried deep inside of your dripping, swollen cunt.

tears instantly sprung into your eyes at the sight of your sweaty body exposed completely infront of jay’s muscular one that held your legs apart with his own, jay’s arm went around your waist to gently hold your jaw with a firm grip, facing your head towards the mirror as you took in your own appearance with your cherry red lips and your tear stricken face that moaned with every movement made by jay, when your eyes travelled upwards to meet jay’s own darkened and hooded gaze he quietly tsked before whispering next to your ear, “keep your eyes here, angel.” his other hand travelled downwards towards your clit, the moment his finger came into contact with your aching nub your back arched in his hold,

jay’s mouth became occupied with pressing kisses against your exposed shoulder while he continued to toy with your clit, softly thrusting in his length inside of you while he moaned lowly into your ear, your throat ached as you could only whimper in his arms while jongseong fucked another orgasm out of you,

“look at this, angel.” he pulled away slightly, placing his head onto your shoulder before he diverted your attention onto his lower hand, his large palm pressed on your lower stomach, both of you instantly hissing at the soft pressure he applied as he felt the outline of his length inside of you,

jay’s heavy breathe fanned your chest while you moaned, “suck in a deep breath for me, baby.” jay said, his voice whiny as his eyes were locked on your stomach, you did as you were told and the sight of his length’s outline appearing completely made both of you moan, jay pressed his palm against the shadow of his cock inside of you, thrusting inside of you slightly while he stares at the mirror mesmerised, “you’re s-so deep jay..” you sighed out, your own eyes stuck at where you two were connected, slick was gushing around your thighs and onto the mattress but neither of you cared,

jay’s index and middle finger came upwards to trace the outline of his cock, grazing your skin with his nails softly as he was twitching between your walls at the feeling while you whimpered, “you feel me here, baby?” he murmured out against your ear, his hot breath brushing against the shell of your ear making goosebumps travel down your body, his other hand let go of your jaw as it pulled downwards to wrap around your breast, his finger flicking against your hardened nipple while he began to fuck you again,

you moaned his name loudly once you felt his cock move inside of you again, jay’s palm pressed flat against your lower stomach as he felt his own length moving inside of you, his eyes stuck on the mirror as your head was thrown back while beautiful moans escaped your hoarse throat, your body grinding against his sweaty body, while the bulge of his cock was still visible, feeling you convulsing for the nth time around him that night he applied more pressure on your lower stomach, his other hand fondled with your breast before letting go to hold onto the other one, your mind felt like it was melting away once you felt jay tenderly bite against your shoulder while his tip was pressing roughly against your cervix, overwhelming all your senses as you felt him everywhere.

“j-jay- .. i’m cumming- fuck!” you cursed out once you felt yourself falling apart in between his arms, your ears were ringing as slick flowed out in between your thighs, jay’s continuous praising, his “i got yous” barely heard as your head nestled in the crook of his neck, you could feel all the muscles in jongseong’s body tightening as his own long awaited climax had him staggering, his own body trembled against your quivering one while he nestled his length deep inside of your gummy walls, with his tip pressed against your cervix directly as his length throbbed inside of you, jay whined, his arms tightening their hold around your body making you whimper before you pressed gentle kisses along his neck,

the fatigue and exhaustion instantly caught up to your bodies, jay resorting to moving you towards the pillows as he was still balls deep inside of you, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple once you began to look at him with unfocused droopy eyes, you both fell asleep the moment jay’s arm grabbed the warm blanket to pull it over your worn out bodies,

A/N pt2: finally it’s out !! though it was ridiculously delayed & i’m not that happy w how it turned out but anywho ! i’m going to try my best to write smth quick for hee’s birthday before working on my jake hard thought part 2 :] <3

[allywthsr]

I‘LL NEVER LEAVE YOU | (l.norris)

part two to Finding Lando on Raya

summary: part two to Finding Lando Norris on Raya, how you spend the evening, flying to Spa for tire testing and a date in the evening

wordcount: 9.8k words

pairing: landonorris x fem!reader

warnings: SMUT! (p in v, oral, taking pictures while doing it)

notes: sorry for the delay, but I was kinda blocked! The end feels rushed, but I genuinely didn’t know what to write, sorry. Anyway, second smut so be gentle. And thank you for all the positive feedback!!!!❤️‍🩹

”You want to order some McDonald’s and stay over?“

You looked at Lando, how could he be so perfect? Only minutes ago he was buried deep inside of you and now he was a sweet angel.

”Sure!“

He grabbed his phone from his night table and opened Uber Eats.

”What do you wanna eat?“

You named him your go-to McDonald’s order and he chose a chickenburger menu.

”It should come in like twenty minutes. Enough time to repeat what we just did.“

”Let’s eat first, you tired me out, two orgasms are more than men normally become out of a woman.“

”I‘m just a pro, what can I say.“

You shoved his shoulder playfully and he laid down next to you. He opened his arm and you laid your head on his naked shoulder, pulling up the duvet to cover you both. He slowly caressed your shoulder with his fingers.

”So where are you from, Y/N?“

”I was born in Y/H/N and moved to London two years ago for this job. I meet new customers that want to buy some products from us.“

”Do you travel a lot?“

”Not really. Every now and then, yes. But mostly I meet them in London in our office. But tell me, what’s it like being a Formula One driver? Is it as luxury as it always looks like?“

”Sometimes, I mean we get to stay in fancy hotels and whatnot, but it’s hard work as well. The G-forces your whole body has to resist are heavy, so we need to train a lot, I hate it so much, you have no idea. The traveling is also tiring. I hate being away from my family and friends so much, but at the same time, I have more free time than you probably have. But that free time is mostly filled with training, it’s rare I have two weeks off in a row.“

”I get that, but it’s still your hobby, no? I can imagine that having your hobby as a job is the best thing.“

”That’s true, but I don’t know, I‘m super happy and grateful to be where I am but at the same time, sometimes I‘d like to have more privacy. It’s always dangerous for me to hit up women because they could always post it on social media and I‘m the asshole you know. Or when I’m in Monaco, I can’t go out with a woman, she‘s immediately my girlfriend. My cousin once visited me and she got death threats afterwards. That’s not nice. But it comes with being a ’celebrity‘ I guess.“

When he said celebrity he did quotation marks in the air.

”So you meet up with a lot of women?“, you asked him jokingly.

”I poured my heart out and that’s the only thing that stuck in your pretty head?“, he let out a laugh.

”But don’t worry, I never had such a pretty and nice girl before, you‘re truly special. Not one of them wanted to eat McDonald’s with me, claiming they‘re gonna be fat afterwards.“

”Don’t worry, I was just kidding. I can’t say I know what you’re feeling, because I don’t. I can wander through London and no one asks me for a picture, but I imagine it to be hard. Having no privacy I mean. But if you ever want to talk, you know who to call. And whoever turns down a free McDonald’s meal is just stupid. Especially if you have such a hot man next to you.“

You put your hand on his chin, caressing it, where a slight stubble grew.

”I actually don’t know who to call, I don’t even have your number yet. I’ve been inside of you and don’t even know what your profile picture looks like.“

You smiled up at him and chuckled.

”We can change that later, I‘m too comfortable right now“, you pressed a kiss on his neck.

”You said something about Pirelli tire testing earlier?“

”Yeah, tomorrow in Spa. I drive around the circuit in different cars and my F1 car, testing possible new tires.“

”Oh really? That’s fun.“

”You should come.“

”Isn’t that something only people from the team can attend?“

”You can sit in my garage, that’s fine.“

”Lando we barely know each other.“

”And? I like you, I think that you like me. Come as a friend, I won’t say you’re my fuck friend.“

You chuckled at that. But should you? What if people see you somewhere because someone posts it and you get the same treatment his cousin got?

”Won’t there be paparazzi?“

”No, at least not that I know of. It’s only an event for included people, it’s not even publicly announced.“

”But still, won’t it be weird?“

”Let’s get to know each other then, I won’t be weird.“

”Are you sure? I‘m just the girl you fucked because you needed it.“

”Y/N, you’re a human, not an object I am using. If you wouldn’t have stuck out to me, I wouldn’t have liked you. I would’ve never texted you.“

You stayed silent, didn’t know what to answer. Only your hand went to his neck and fondled it, wanting to show your affection somehow.

”What’s your favorite color?“

”Really?“, you chuckled.

”Answer it, then we won’t be strangers anymore and you can come tomorrow.“

”I like a light blue, but it changes. You?“

”I like a neon yellow, like the color on my helmet. Favorite ice cream flavor?“

You told him your favorite ice cream flavor and you asked him the same question.

”Vanilla Ice cream, classic.“

”Favorite Holiday?“

”I love Christmas, I get to spend most time with my family, and also presents. Yours?“

”Must be Christmas as well. I love it when everything is gloomy and stuff.“

”You‘ve ever been on a yacht?“

”No, I’d love to, but I‘m not rich.“

”Want to come with me on holiday?“

”Lando.. it’s the same with tomorrow. I can’t just go on your family holiday with you.“

”Why not?“

”Because I‘m not your girlfriend or something.“

”Want to be my girlfriend?“

You scoffed and sat up, ”You need to calm down.“

”I was just kidding. I‘m leaving in a week, but we still have enough time to get to know each other. Consider it. You‘re different, I can feel it.“

”Let me think about it.“

”Take all the time you need, but I before our flight takes off I need to know.“

”I need to buy a plane ticket then.“

”No, we‘re flying with a private jet, we still have a few seats left.“

”Boujee, I see.“

”I am collaborating with a brand, so I don’t have to pay anything.“

”That’s even more Boujee!“, you laughed.

”Well, we could join the mile hig-”

Before Lando could finish the sentence, it knocked on the door. He jumped out of bed and pulled his Boxershorts, which lay somewhere on the floor up to his hips. When he opened the door, a hotel employee stood in front of it, holding a brown bag.

”Sir, you ordered from McDonalds, is that correct?“

”Yes it is.“

”Then here you go, bon appetit!“

”Cheers!“

Lando closed the door and walked back to the bed, where he sat down and opened the back, giving you your food while he laid his‘ down in front of him.

You took the first bite and moaned: ”I needed this.“

Lando looked at you with a crooked eyebrow.

”What?“, you laughed, ”never saw a woman enjoying her food?“

”I‘ve never seen such a gorgeous naked woman in my bed enjoying her food, no.“

”You‘re a flirt, you know that?“

He only smirked at you and took another bite of his chickenburger, while eating a fries right after.“

”Are you more of a McDonald’s or Nando’s type of girl?“

”I enjoy McDonald’s more, to be honest, I feel like it has a bigger variety of things I eat.“

”Same, if I had to choose my last meal, it would probably be McDonald’s.“

He took a sip of his Sprite and thought about more things to ask you. He wanted to get to know you, it felt like you knew each other for years already, yet it only has been a few hours. He felt super close to you, as if you‘ve been best friends, he wanted you to meet everyone, his family, his friends, and even Zak.

”What’s you’re favorite free time activity?“

”I like hanging with friends or family, I love to play golf and I like gaming. A mixture of all of them. I could never choose my favorite, I also like to photograph, but I barely do it anymore. What’s with you?“

”Well, I like reading, watching sports, or just chill at home. Shopping is great too, I always wanted to watch someone golf professionally.“

”Well, I‘m not a professional baby.“

”But probably more than I am.“

”Alright, when you come with me on holiday, we‘ll play a round of golf.“

”Lando..“

”Come on, it’s gonna be fun! Everyone will love you and you‘ll love them.“

”Let me think about it, okay?“

”I can give you a week, we’re flying from Heathrow, so just text me and join us.“

You took the last bite and thought about it, should you go on vacation with him? What would you tell your family? ’Hey mum, I’m going on a holiday with a stranger I met on a dating app, we fucked and he invited me, I’ll come back in a week!‘ Not so much fun.

”What should I tell my family and friends? I can’t just leave with a stranger on a holiday.“

”Why not? It’s not like we‘re strangers. I’ve been in you thirty minutes ago.“

You scoffed, he was right, but you still didn’t know him at all.

”I still don’t know you.“

”Hi, I‘m Lando Norris, born in Bristol, twenty three years old. I have two smaller sisters and one bigger brother, my parents are together, and together with my sisters they still live in Bristol. My mum is from Belgium, which makes me half Belgian but I can barely speak it. I went to school and went karting, had to re-take my theory driving test, and moved to the higher formula classes on my own accord, not because my dad was rich. I currently live in Monaco because I wanted to do something new. That’s basically everything about me. I live and breathe motor sport, that’s all I have in my life. And now it’s your turn.“

So you did the same, repeating everything he just said, talking about your family, about your passions, your job, and yourself.

”You see? Now we know each other and you can join me for the holiday.“

”Take me out on a date and then maybe.“

”Alright, it’s a deal. Tomorrow after tire testing.“

”Okay.“

You smiled shyly at him, you couldn’t believe you actually said yes to tire testing, but in the end, you only live once and who would turn down a free paddock experience with Lando Norris? Even if it’s tire testing.

”So you‘ll come with me to tire testing tomorrow?“

He got really excited and sat up in the bed.

”Yes Lando, I‘ll come with you.“

”You’re the best!“

With that, he laid himself on top of you and kissed you on the lips, which you returned with a moan. You moved your foot to give him more space and heard a crinkling sound.

”Lando wait, the bag is still on the bed.“

You tried to say in between kisses but he only hummed, clearly already in a headspace where he didn’t care. He distracted you with neck kisses and the bag was long forgotten. He wandered lower with his kisses and stopped at your boobs, sucking your right nipple slightly and licking over the left one when he decided the right one has gotten enough love. With each touch, you gasped, grabbed his hair, and pulled at the strands. You could feel him hardening against your lower stomach and you clasped his shoulders, trying to get closer to him.

”Lando, I need more“, you pressed out.

”More already? God, you’re such a needy little baby.“

He grinned and his hand slipped towards your slit, slowly pushing his pointer finger through your lips. He felt your wetness and moaned at the sensation, he couldn’t believe how wet you were already, he barely touched you.

He pressed his thumb to your clit and slowly circled it, you let out different sounds that made Lando shake, in a good way. He couldn’t wait to be in you again. He inserted two fingers and pumped them slowly in and out, getting faster with every thrust.

”You‘re so wet baby, it’s crazy.“

”All for you Lando, it’s all for you.“

He moaned, kissed your neck, and slightly sucked it, leaving a faint purplish mark. He licked over it to claim his territory once more, tonight you belonged to him and only him, maybe for the next weeks as well. He already loved your company, he didn’t need to pretend to be someone he wasn’t. With you, he could just be Lando even if you just met.

His pumps and circles became faster the louder your moans got, the pleasure you felt was almost unbearable, you wanted to cum but you needed a little more.

”I need more, a bit more“, you pressed out and with that, he added a finger, now you were filled with three fingers and that was what you needed, after a few pumps you came around his fingers with a loud moan, clenching.

”Fuck Lando, you‘re so good at this.“

He smirked and pulled his fingers out of your pussy, looking at them, he pulled them apart and your juices created little strings that connected between his fingers. His eyes focused on your face watching you, as he put his fingers into his mouth, sucking the juices off. With your pussy still sensitive, you felt the next wave of arousal rushing towards your lower area, that was the sexiest thing he did and the way he moaned when he tasted you again, made you go wild.

”I need to be in you again, you have no idea how gorgeous you are.“

”I need you too Lando, I need your dick.“

He laid on his back and removed his underwear he was still wearing from getting the McDonald’s bag earlier, and his dick sprung towards the ceiling. You almost started drooling at the sight. He was perfect, not too long but also not too short, thick enough, and little veins covered his length, making him feel amazing inside of you. With a grunt he positioned himself on top of you, pumping his dick with his hand a few times, getting ready for you. He coated his tip with your juices, by moving his length through your slit and slowly pushed it inside of you.

”You feel fucking amazing, I hope you know that.“

You moaned and pushed his head to yours, pressing your lips on his‘ and sliding your tongue against his lips. He opened them and you fought for dominance, he won but only because you needed to catch a breath, he stole your breath, that’s it.

He deeply looked into your eyes, feeling more connected with him than ever.

With slow movements he began to move, the room getting filled with the dirtiest slapping sounds you could imagine, his thrusts making you feel on cloud nine again, you were so happy you met him, this was way better than sightseeing in Amsterdam. His hand found its way to your clit, rubbing slight circles to get you to your orgasm faster, which worked. You were stimulated by your many orgasms today, you didn’t need much to cum. Just after a few minutes of him thrusting into you and circulating your clit, you came with a loud cry, no one could make you finish like he did. He pulled out of you, and with a pout, you looked at him, how dare he do that, you now felt empty and missed him already.

”I want to cum in your mouth angel.“

With big eyes, you nodded and he got up and sat at the edge of the bed, you followed him suit and sat on your knees in between his legs. His length hit his stomach and you grabbed his dick with both of your hands, you loved how heavy he laid in your hands. With slow movements you started to satisfy him, pumping up and down while you looked through innocent eyes at him. That made him go even more wild in the head and his eyes rolled back, his hands found their way into your hair and he pulled slightly on your strands. You jerked him off and his tip started to leak pre cum, the slight white drops oozed out of his slit and your mouth watered. You opened your mouth and took him in your mouth, you could still taste yourself on his dick and moaned at the taste, the vibrations made him moan. Your tongue licked off the pre cum, the salty flavor wasn’t your favorite, but now you tried to get every drop. Lando guided your head a bit with the up and down movements, you couldn’t fit his whole length in your mouth but you tried with every stroke to fit more. You almost had it, but when you wanted to take the last bit, his soft tip reached your throat and triggered the gag reflex, you tried to ignore it, but you couldn’t.

With that, you pulled back to give yourself a second to breathe.

”Fuck, look at you. Eyes watery, makeup smudged, spit leaking out of your mouth, you look so fucking sexy.“

You grinned and darted your tongue out, licking a long stripe from bottom to top from his dick and with a swift move, you had him in your mouth again, but now only what fitted in without gagging again, jerking the rest of his dick with your hand.

”Such a good girl, fuck baby.“

His moans got louder and you could feel his member starting to twitch, you removed him out of your mouth and just jerked him on your tongue, and before he could warn you, his cum shot into your mouth, painting your tongue white. You looked up at him and he looked like a Greek god, his muscles prominent, head in his neck, and his eyes rolled back. You stroked him until he came back down and looked at you with a big smile, now you swallowed his cum while letting him watch you.

”You are something else darling, fuck. You look so pretty like this. Fucked out. Come here, I need to feel you close.“

With that he shuffled back and leaned with his back against the headboard of the bed, patting his legs, symbolizing you to sit down in his lap. And you did just that, you swung your leg over his leg and sat down, feeling his now soft dick against your pussy. This time there were no sexy feelings involved, you just went in for a hug, also needing the cuddle session you two had going on.

”Do you want to go and pee real quick? Then we can continue our cuddles, I just don’t want you to get sick.“

With a smile, you nodded and he helped you getting up from the bed, with an extra sway to your hips you went to the en-suite and did your thing, coming cleaned up back to see him looking comfy under the covers. You went to the living room where you first sat on the couch today and saw both of your phones laying on the table, you took them both in your hands and returned to Lando. He opened the blanket he was laying under and you slipped in, immediately you were pulled towards Lando, settling into his body nicely.

”You are really comfy, you know that?“, you said to him, he was the perfect mixture of trained but cuddly.

”You know that you are fucking gorgeous?“

You chuckled and gave him his phone you had in your hand.

”So we can exchange numbers.“

With that you opened yours and clicked onto the contact app, creating a new contact with the name ’Lan <3‘ and giving him your phone, at the same time he gave you his phone to save your number. When you saw the contact name you let out a quiet laugh, he saved you as ’Chicken nugget❤️‘.

”Chicken Nugget? Really?“, you laughed.

”Yes, the way you ate the chicken nugget earlier was super sexy. And also you are a chicken nugget. Small, the outside crunchy and perfect, the inside soft, and the taste perfect in general.“

You shook your head while laughing.

”The inside soft?“

”I could only feel you with my dick but you felt really soft.“

With that, he wiggled his eyebrows and smirked at you. You slapped his chest lightly and smiled, he‘s such a goofball, you were glad you met up with him.

You exchanged phones again after putting in your numbers and put them on the bedside table, wanting to feel close and you didn’t need your phone for that.

”So Y/N, tell me, do you meet up with random guys often?“

”Not really, I went on a couple of dates with guys, but nothing more, one or two led to a one night stand but I left as soon as we were done, no need to stay. They all didn’t treat me right, too much in their own head, only talking about themselves. What about you? Do you hit up girls often?“

”Sometimes, but the most girls only come to get a picture with me or to kiss me, you know, to brag about it on the internet or something. I rarely go on a date with a girl that is not interested in Lando Norris but in Lando. I‘m glad I found you, it feels like we have a different connection.“

”I feel the same, you know. It feels like we‘ve known each other for years already. And by the way, I‘m interested in you. Not Lando Norris the racing driver but the boy Lando, that lives in Monaco and loves spending time with his friend.“

He just smiled at you and kissed your forehead.

”I‘m happy you agreed to meeting me, I just wanted a quick fuck but I’m not gonna let you go now. I want to take you on actual dates and get to know you. I will schedule something for tomorrow night, yeah? After tire testing.“

”I‘d love that Lan.“

With that, he kissed your nose and you closed your eyes, kissing his chest.

”What do you want? Italien or something else?“

”Italien sounds good. Thank you.“

”I‘m gonna make a quick call.“

With that he got up, grabbed his phone, and went to another room to call a restaurant or something, you didn’t know. But with that short time, you grabbed your own phone and looked at the notifications, some from Instagram and other socials, and messages from friends and family. Your best friend's messages stuck out to you.

He returned, still naked and with his phone in his hand.

”We have a reservation at 7:00 pm tomorrow, wear something nice.“

”We have to get my stuff tomorrow before we go. When do we even leave and how? Spa isn’t exactly around the corner.“

”The helicopter takes off tomorrow at 11:00 am. That’s the easiest and fastest way. We can go to your hotel before we leave for the airport and gather your stuff, don’t worry.“

”And it’s really okay I‘m coming with you?“

”Yes baby, don’t worry. I invited you. What do they wanna do? Kick you out? Then I‘m out as well.“

”Okay“, you sweetly smiled at him and opened your arms. ”But now come cuddle again.“

He did just that, falling into your arms, and now he was the one settling on your chest, hugging you and you closed your arms behind his back as well. His arm reached for the nightstand, where he placed his phone and grabbed the remote control for the room. He pressed the button to close the curtain and then he turned on the lights, dimming them to create a nice atmosphere. Lando put the remote back on the table and caressed your side, which tickled slightly.

”What’s your favorite position?“

”Lando!“

”What? I need to know, this won’t be the last time I was in you“, he let out a laugh.

You giggled.

”Well, I like good old missionary. It’s underrated I think. Everybody is always saying that it’s boring, but is it too much to ask for that I want to look my partner in the eye or kiss him? But I also like speed bump, something where you are close to the other. If it’s just a one night stand I wouldn’t mind doggy. What about you?“

”I can only agree with you, I like missionary as well, I want to feel close to my girl or else I don’t need to have sex with her. As you said, a one night stand is a different story. But I also think that I‘m open to new things. I’d rather try out new stuff with my girlfriend rather than a stranger.“

”So I‘m not a one night stand to you? We fucked twice and it was only missionary. Technically I‘m a stranger to you.“

”But it doesn’t feel that way you know? As soon as you stepped through that door it was like meeting an old friend, I felt comfortable. And during sex, I just wanted to be close to you, hold and kiss you“, with that he left a kiss on your chest.

”You’re pretty sweet you know that?“

”How can I not when you’re around?“

You just smiled and combed your hands through his hair, enjoying the silence. After a while of just listening to each other's breaths you wondered what time it was, so you grabbed your phone and it was already 10:42 pm.

”Would you mind if I would get ready for bed? I‘m kinda knackered.“

”Go for it, I‘ll join you, I have to brush my teeth as well.“

With that, you both got up and you pulled your stuff out of your bag, putting the charger next to the bed and you took your toothbrush and your makeup remover with you to the bathroom, where you saw a through his phone scrolling Lando. When you walked in, he locked his phone and looked at you, smiling.

”I just asked Zak if it would be okay for you to come and he agreed, so you won’t be a bother tomorrow.“

”That’s nice, I‘ll thank him tomorrow.“

You both stood in front of the sink and you brushed your teeth together.

”It feels like we’re a married couple, brushing our teeth together“, Lando mumbled due to the foam that formed in his mouth.

You just nodded and noticed how true that was, it felt like a routine how you brushed your teeth together. When he spit the foam out and washed his mouth and face, he left with a kiss on the back of your head and the words: ”I‘ll wait for you on the bed.“

You took your makeup remover and removed everything you had applied to your face earlier, you indeed looked fucked out, smudged eyeliner and mascara, concealer that wore off due to you crying when you choked on his dick. You were a mess. So when your face was Makeup free and cleaned up, you returned to Lando in the bedroom, still naked by the way.

”Can I lend a T-shirt? I forgot to pack an extra.“

”Sure, you can grab the one I wore today, I swear I didn’t sweat in it.“

With a smile you looked for it and found it on the floor, you took it in your hands and pulled it over your head, secretly inhaling his scent that lingered on his T-shirt.

”You look cute in my stuff.“

You blushed and laid down next to him, plugging the charger in your phone.

”When is your alarm ringing?“, you asked, needing enough time to gather everything from your hotel room before taking off to spa.

”I think like 8:30 am? It’s pretty early but like that, you have enough time for packing your stuff in your hotel. I think it’s easier if I pack everything here and then we go together to yours. That way we won’t have to drive multiple times to our hotels.“

You nodded and cuddled into his side. He let his fingers slip through your hair, caressing it.

”Can I braid your hair?“

”What?“, you sat up.

”I want to braid your hair, I always saw my sister do it but I never was allowed to try it on their hair, they always said I would tangle it.“

”Do you even know how to braid hair?“

”Kind of? My ex girlfriend always asked me to do it but I never wanted to, but your hair is so gorgeous.“

You blushed at the compliment, he didn’t want to braid his model ex girlfriends hair but yours? Your hair hasn’t been braided in ages, it would be nice to feel that feeling again.

”Sure, it would be fun. I need to get my hairbrush first, they’re kinda tangled.“

You got up and went to your bag, where you kept a small hairbrush for emergencies. You quickly but carefully brushed your hair and sat on the bed, where Lando already waited for you.

”Three strands, and then just put one over the other, right?“

”Yeah, like that. Do you know in which order to put the strands over the other?“

”I think so, I‘ll just try it out.“

With that he combed through your hair with his fingers and created three strands, gently putting the right one over the middle one, repeating it with the left one.

”Can you pull it a bit tighter? That way it won’t be that loose.“

Before you could end your sentence he already pulled it a bit harder, now it looked better, he thought. He kept on braiding your hair until he came to the end.

”Do you have a hair tie?“

You grabbed one that hung around your wrist and gave it to him, feeling how he tightened it around your hair.

This moment felt so intimate, you found it hard to believe, you just met today. This was soulmate behavior, you got along perfectly.

”I think it’s decent.“

With that, you turned around a saw a smiling Lando.

”Wait let me take a picture of you.“

You blushed and mumbled an ’okay‘. He got his fancy photography camera out and instructed you to lie down.

”Lay down on your front, that way your face won’t be visible, just your hair and I can put it up on my jpg side.“

”You want me to be on there?“

”Sure, you’re a beautiful girl with an even more beautiful personality.“

”You’re a simp.“

”That’s not what you called me earlier tho.“

A grin slid across your face, when you thought about that moment. He wasn’t a simp when he was buried deep inside of you, that’s true. But the thought of you being on his jpg side gave you butterflies in your stomach, that meant you were a little special to him, you‘ve never seen a girl on there.

So you did just what he asked you to, laying down on your stomach, he made sure you could see your braid and you heard the camera click, indicating he took a picture. He took a few more pictures and then tapped your shoulder to tell you he was finished.

”Let me see!“

With that, he clicked on a button and the pictures he took appeared, it didn’t even look stupid, like a good Pinterest inspo even.

”You’re actually good at it. The braid looks good too!“

”Thank you love, but how can it be ugly when the muse is perfect?“

You pushed his chest and he fell down on the bed, the camera still in his hand. So before you could react he took a picture of you sitting on the bed on your knees and you let out a scream.

”What are you doing? I don’t look good, I‘m not even wearing makeup.“

”You don’t need makeup, you’re gorgeous without it, and I want to have a beautiful picture of you, is that too much to ask for? Pose for me baby.“

You let out a laugh and you heard the camera click. Next, you squeezed your cheeks with your hands, creating a little pout. Now he got up and put his left hand on your right cheek, cupping it gently, camera now full in your face, click. His thumb on your lips, click. You opened your mouth and sucked on his thumb, click. He put the camera away and removed his thumb from your mouth, pressing his lips on yours, his tongue entered your mouth and you fought for dominance.

”Baby you taste so good“, he whispered in between kisses.

A whimper left your mouth and you kissed him ever more, the more kisses that passed the filthier they got, creating loud smacking noises every time they met.

”I need you“, you moaned.

”You have me.“

You looked into his eyes and they got darker, now a lusty dark green. The excitement was very present in your pussy, due to you not wearing panties, you could feel your wetness forming and slowly dripping down.

”I want you out of my T-shirt and then I want to take a picture. Is that alright with you?“

You moaned at the thought of him taking pictures of you doing the deed. So the only thing you could do was nod your head.

”Words, baby, I need words.“

”Yes, Lando.“

”Good girl.“

With that, he pulled your T-shirt up and tossed it over his shoulder somewhere in the bedroom. He cupped your breast and kissed you. Taking the camera in his hand, while still cupping your boob, you heard the camera doing a click sound. Fuck this is so filthy.

”Look into the camera.“

You did what he asked you to, hearing a moan from him when you did.

”Fuck baby, you’re so hot and sexy, I hope you know it.“

He squeezed your nipple and let go of his camera, fumbling with his underwear, struggling to get it off. When he finally did, his cock sprung towards the ceiling, obviously being turned on by the filthy things you were doing. You laid on your back and spread your legs, he now got a good vision of your glistening pussy. Taking the camera back into his hand, he took a picture of you laying like that, and another of his thumb brushing through your pussy lips, collecting the juices you created again.

The room was filled with click sounds from the camera and your moans or heavy breathing. The sexual tension was almost unbearable in the room.

He now took his cock in his hand and smeared your wetness, that lingered on his thumb, on the tip of his cock, prepping it. Sliding into you, was one of his favorite things already. You could hear the camera click, taking pictures of his dick shoved inside of you, you couldn’t wait to see the pictures. He threw the camera to the side and now concentrated fully on you, moving in and out of you. With each thrust, you both came closer to your orgasm and when he circled your clit with his fingers, you were done for. Quickly he grabbed his camera and could take a picture of your face when you reached your climax. Eyes rolling back, mouth slightly open, and quiet little moans escaped your lips. Shortly after he pulled out and finished on your stomach, he rolled off of you and calmed down next to you. You wanted to clean his cum off of your tummy, when he let out a loud: ”No! I want to take a picture, give me a minute.“

You laughed and waited for him to recover, he snapped the picture and you got up and went into the bathroom, cleaning the mess up with toilet paper. Returning, you pulled the T-shirt from Lando over your head again and laid down, you were tired out from all the sport you did today. Lando also looked like he was tired out, ready to sleep.

”But now, let’s actually go and sleep, it’s late and we have to get up early tomorrow.“

You nodded and turned to lay on your side, facing Lando. He did the same, after turning off the light with the remote that laid on his bedside table and you both looked the other in the eye. Eventually, Lando pulled you close and you cuddled, until you both fell asleep in the other's arms.

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The next morning you woke up lying on your back, with Lando lying on his side, facing you. The brown haired boy was still fast asleep, his face relaxed and peaceful. You took a deep breath, smelling Lando everywhere, it was like taking a bath in his smell, a bath that you never wanted to get out of. Turning around, you looked for your phone, tapping the screen gently it showed 7:49 am, great, you had another fifty minutes of sleep and you weren’t even tired. With that you turned around again, showing your back to Lando and shuffling close to him. When your back met his chest, he laid his arm around you, even in his sleep he wanted to be as close as possible.

You did fall asleep eventually, Lando’s scent lulling you back to sleep. But a loud beeping sound woke you up again, after what felt like two minutes of sleep. You groaned and pressed your back more into Lando, who let out the same sound as you did. He turned his body to snooze his alarm and cuddled back into you. With you being pressed tightly against him, you could feel something hard pressing in your lower back, you didn’t need long to figure out what it was. You wanted to tease him a little and wiggled around, acting like you tried to get comfortable.

”If you don’t stop, we‘ll not make it today“, he growled. Letting out a chuckle you stopped and turned to face him. When you looked into his eyes you let out a: ”Good morning.“

”Morning baby. How did you sleep?“

”Very good, thank you.“

”We sadly don’t have all day in bed, we need to get up in like thirty minutes, I need to pack everything, we go to your hotel, pack everything, and then we leave for the airport at 10:30 am, where we take off at 11:00 am.“

”Okay.“

You put your hand on his cheek and stroked it.

”You are very handsome, you know that?“

”Not as gorgeous as you are, tho.“

You smiled and pecked his lips, letting your thumb glide over his eyebrow. You both were startled by the loud ringing of his alarm, he ended it and clicked on a button on his remote control to open the blinds and let more light in. He laid down on his back and opened his arm to come closer to him. And you did just that, cuddling to his side and stroking his bare upper body, slowly but surely your hand wandered lower to where his dick was.

”Baby I swear, if you don’t stop, we‘ll never leave.“

”I can give you a handie or a blowie, I won’t need thirty minutes for that.“

”But it’s only a morning boner, he‘ll go away soon. And I don’t want our relationship to be built on lust you know? I genuinely like you, and not only because you are fricking hot and you give good blowjobs.“

”I really like you too, you know. And I don’t want it either, but a boner is a boner and it would be a shame to waste it.“

You looked up at him and blinked in a flirty way. When he didn’t protest, you positioned yourself on top of him and freed his dick, which sprung towards you when he did. Saliva formed in your mouth at the sight, you didn’t waste any time and got to work, spitting on your hand, wetting it to gently jerk him off. When you touched him he let out a moan, you were some kind of magician, he was sure, a handjob never felt better. After you got him fully hard with your hand, you put your mouth on him, swirling your tongue around the head and helping with your hand on the rest that didn’t fit in your mouth. The louder his moans got, the closer he was to a release, you wanted him to cum, so when you cupped his balls and slightly tickled them he came with a loud moan, painting the insides of your mouth white. You swallowed like the pro you are and came back up to him, laying down on top of him. His arms closed behind your back and he kissed your nose.

”You’re incredible, you know that? Not only a gorgeous soul but also incredibly good at giving blowjobs.“

You both laughed and he gave you another kiss on the forehead.

”We need to get up, or else we will be late. Breakfast is at the circuit, is that okay or do you want to order something from the hotel restaurant?“

”I‘m good, don’t worry.“

With that, you got up and Lando followed you into the bathroom where you brushed your teeth, hair, washed your face, and got dressed in the sweats and T-shirt you had on yesterday. You didn’t bring any makeup with you, so you had to go barefaced for now, but that wasn’t a problem. You packed your stuff in your bag, which you brought and sat back on the bed after asking Lando at least five times if you could help him pack, which was five times denied, Lando scattered his stuff in his suitcase. In between you went, folded the clothes, and packed them back neatly, as well as sorted out everything else so they would fit and it would have a system. After twenty minutes he claimed he had everything and when you reminded him of the bathroom he rushed there and gathered everything. You could only shake your head at the way his brain wasn’t fully working in the morning, but in a cute way.

So when he was finally finished and zipped his suitcase, he said: ”You didn’t need to do that for me you know? I appreciate it anyway, thank you love.“ And he gave you a kiss on the cheek.

You made your way to the lobby and then outside, hopping in one of the many taxis that waited outside. Lando named the driver your hotel address and paid him generously after arriving. Both of you went up to your room and you started with doing a light makeup for the day, you didn’t want to look too caked up but a little bit never hurt anyone. You also changed into something fancier and looked not too much. Lando chilled on your bed just like you did in his room minutes prior. When you had everything packed, it was 10:28 am, just like Lando said, you had to leave for the airport at 10:30 am.

”I‘m done!“ and with that he got off the bed and took both of your suitcases in his hand, rolling them behind him.

”You do know that I can take my suitcase as well, you don’t need to.“

”But I want to, I wish I had another hand to hold yours but sadly I don’t.“

You smiled and went to the lobby where you again, hopped in a taxi that brought you to the airport. Due to traffic, you arrived at 10:49 am, giving you only ten minutes until the helicopter was to start.

”Lando, why are you so slow? We need to catch it.“

”Will you calm down? I don’t think the helicopter, that is specifically rented for me, will take off without me“, he laughed and when you thought about it, it did make sense, now you could only laugh after slowing down as well. When you arrived at the VIP check in, you were taken to the place where the helicopters were, one guy loaded both of your stuff in the back and another guy showed you what and what not to do on a helicopter, just a safety check. And when you finally sat in it, with your headphones on, you got butterflies. You were really doing this, going to spa with a boy you met the day before. He could easily kidnap you now, nobody would know, well your best friend would know. You had faith that he wouldn’t do such thing and before you knew it, you took off and flew through the air to another country.

The flight was fun, you and Lando talked without a break and took funny pictures, but only selfies this time. Which reminded you, that you haven’t had a look at the ones you took yesterday evening. So when you landed, a car picked you up and drove you to the circuit, the butterflies only intensifying now. You were about to meet people that were holy to Lando, what would he say? Would he introduce you? And if yes, as what? Girlfriend? No, you guys aren’t together. As a friend? Technically you weren’t even friends. As the girl, he chatted up on Raya and took her to spa because she‘s a good fuck? No, he couldn’t. But you reached the circuit before you could think about it more, the door opened, Lando got out and held his hand out to you to help you get out. You took it gladly and hopped out of the car, you thought he would now release his hand, but no. He kept yours in a tight grip when he started walking toward the entrance. You followed him and smiled. Holding his hand was a good feeling, you felt protected and safe, especially in this new surroundings. Walking towards the McLaren hospitality, you now were shaking with nerves, you didn’t even know why. Meeting new people always made you feel this way.

”Are you okay?“

”Yes, Lan. I‘m just nervous. Meeting your people and all that.“

”Don’t be, they‘ll love you. I spend a lot of time with them and I know how they are, you will love them too, they’re just like me.“

”Just don’t leave me alone for the first ten minutes please.“

”I‘ll never leave you, darling.“

With that, you entered the building and you were met with a lot of people. He immediately greeted everyone that came up to him to say hi, he even took a few minutes to chat with them. So when you made your way to the offices of Zak and Andrea, you were shaking again.

”Relax love, there are barely any people here. It’s not a race weekend, only tire testing with Pirelli.“

”Barely any people? Lando that place was filled with humans!“

”Yeah, but don’t worry, the garage won’t be as filled.“

You reached the offices and Lando knocked on a door, when the door opened you were met with Andrea.

”Morning Andrea! I just wanted to let you know that Y/N will be joining me today, I spoke with Zak and he said it wouldn’t be a problem.“

”Of course not! Welcome Y/N! How are you?“

”Thank you, I‘m good, a bit nervous, it’s a lot to take in.“

”Yeah I get it! Why weren’t you there on the weekend? You missed a good weekend!“

”Well I uhm“, you looked at Lando for help, what should you say?

”She wasn’t free so I took her today, I wanted her to see what I do“, Lando said for you.

”What a shame! Maybe you can come to a race after the summer break, it’s way better than just tire testing.“

”I‘d love to, thank you.“

With that, he said his goodbyes and went back to work, and Lando was already knocking on the other door, which belonged to Zak.

He opened the door and was met with the same smile Andrea had.

”You must be Y/N! It’s nice to meet you.“

”Thank you for letting me come. It’s also nice to meet you!“

”Ah don’t worry, Lando always has free spots for a plus one. What exactly are you to Lando? I’ve never seen or heard about you before, no offense.“

”None taken, uhm I‘m uhm, a friend of Lando’s?“

You wanted to sound confident but it came out more like a question, because you really didn’t know what you were.

”Yeah exactly, she‘s a good friend and we met in Amsterdam, I figured why not bring her you know.“

”I get it, I get it, well have fun Y/N. Maybe we‘ll see each other again.“

”Thank you, I hope so too.“

You squeezed Lando’s hand and he said his goodbyes as well and pulled you to his drivers' room.

”Wasn’t that bad, was it?“

”It was fine, yes.“

”Come on, meeting the guys will be easier.“

Due to the rain, he pulled a rain jacket over his hoodie and gave you one as well. You pulled it over and it was too big on you, but you loved an oversized look. So you went to the garage where people stood and worked a little on the car, just cleaning the remainders from the weekend.

”Guys this is Y/N, my uhm friend.“

Lando did the rounds with you and introduced you to everyone. They were lovely, they all welcomed you with open arms and made you feel comfortable. When it was time for Lando to make his way around the track, you had no trouble with staying with the crew and chatting.

It did get uncomfortable when one of his mechanics asked how the two of you met, but you said online, and judging by their looks, they understood what you meant.

After two hours Lando was done, he had already done his meetings and now was fully released for his summer break. He, again, took your hand and held it until you walked to the car, picking you up to drive to a hotel. You thought he would let go of your hand once you were in the car, but you were wrong. He held it even when you sat next to each other, talking and getting to know each other.

When you arrived at the hotel, Lando checked you in and you both went up to the room. It was a rather small room, but enough for one night. It now was 4:00 pm and you still had three hours until the date with Lando. Lando removed his shoes and jumped onto the bed.

”It’s bouncy, the last bed was hard, what do you think is better?“

”I think hard, when you fuck me, the whole bed will shake.“

He smirked and patted the space next to him, on which you laid down. When you cuddled into his side you noticed you tired you actually were, you didn’t catch much sleep during the week due to you working late and having to get up early, and last night, Lando kept you up for most of it. You needed a nap, and when you looked Lando into his eyes, you noticed that he felt the same.

”Should we take a nap? I‘m fucking tired.“

You nodded with your head, ”I was about to say the same actually.“

You both removed the denim you had on and now laid down on the bed again, cuddling under the blanket. You were glad he texted you, it felt like he was the best company ever and you only met him a day ago.

Two hours later you woke up, feeling completely out of this world, you needed a few minutes to figure out who and where you were. When you saw Lando being asleep, you thought about waking him up. After all the date would start in an hour but did he need that much time for getting ready? You doubt it.

So with that you got up and started to do a little heavier makeup look, nothing bad, just a touch up and the eyeshadow got a shade darker. You picked out the clothing for later and after thirty minutes it was time to wake Lando. With your hand on his shoulder, you started to quietly shake him.

”Lando, baby, wake up. It’s almost time for us to leave.“

You felt him stir and look at you with the same expression you had earlier, he clearly was somewhere else, so you laid down next to him and let him wake up in peace. After five more minutes, he finally came back and started getting ready as well. When he saw you in your outfit, you just put on, he couldn’t help himself but stare. He‘d never seen such a beautiful girl.

”You look fantastic baby.“

You could only blush.

The restaurant he chose was only a five minute walk, so you didn’t need to catch a taxi.

At 6:50 pm you left the hotel and made your way to the restaurant, Lando held your hand and you couldn’t feel more safe than now. It didn’t even bother you, when you passed a group of young men, which normally would have freaked you out.

When you arrived, the nice lady showed you to your table, it was in a more secluded area, where you two could have some privacy. Sitting down, the waiter came and took your drink order, after a few seconds you both settled for a fruity cocktail. The pizzeria wasn’t as filled with people as you had thought and you were thankful for it. You skipped through the menu while talking with Lando, he couldn’t choose either, too many yummy things were listed, and you eventually both settled on pizza. You could never go wrong with a pizza, could you?

You liked how easy things were with Lando, you never had a silent minute, and you were always talking about something. Learning new things from the other with every word. He was such a goofball, always making you laugh and giggle, as well as he was a gentleman, paying for the meal and helping you with your chair. He complimented you with everything you did.

When the pizzas arrived you only stopped talking, when the mouth was full, otherwise, you talked about your future plans, family, your jobs, hobbies, and whatnot. You couldn’t remember anymore, it was so natural at this point, that it felt like your hundreds date.

Lando ordered the bill and paid the meal, not listening to your protests of wanting to help him with that, he only gave you a stern look, but in a funny way. When you made your way out of the restaurant and into a park that was nearby, Lando wanted to ask you a question, he had on his mind the whole day.

”So will you come with me and my family on holiday?“

part three

[ba9go]

bokuto koutarou misses your anniversary

timeskip!bokuto (msby black jackals), fem!reader, hurt/comfort, flufffff

koutarou has never missed your anniversary in the 7 years you've been together since highschool. come hell or high water, koutarou would never miss your anniversary for the world.

this year, however, was different.

koutarou's career meant a lot to him. he lives and breathes volleyball. and as the msby black jackals' starting wing spiker, koutarou was vital to the team.

it just so happened that the fivb world championships were going to be held the day before your anniversary. in switzerland. which was 14 hours away from japan.

it was a huge deal, the fivb being a week-long international tournament and all, and the jackals were facing the russian team zenit kazan in the finals.

it sucked. it sucked even more when koutarou broke the news to you, even if you'd been understanding.

"it's okay, kou," you smiled at him warmly.

"it's not okay," koutarou sulked, burying his face in his hands. "i don't wanna be away on our anniversary. it's hard enough to be away from you for a week. can't we just fly you to switzerland? please?" he peeks at you sadly from between his fingers.

"sorry, but i've got work, kou," you murmured quietly, gently prying his hands off his face. you squeezed his hands reassuringly. "go do your best out there, i'll be rooting for you. i promise we'll celebrate once you're home, okay?"

"okaaaay," koutarou pouted, but interlocked his fingers with yours to squeeze your hands back. "but i still don't like this."

koutarou hated this, actually.

not only had they lost the match, but there was a slight delay in his flight back to japan. the plane landed at kansai international airport closer to 10pm than the initially stipulated 6pm.

koutarou tried not to let his frustration get the better of him. the last thing he wanted to do was to come home late and angry. he tried to calm down in the cab driving back home.

koutarou reached the front door of the house at 11.16pm. that gave him... roughly 44 minutes to spend his anniversary with you. great.

he didn't bother unpacking his luggages, instead leaving them in the doorway and making a beeline straight to the bedroom. the door was slightly ajar, and the room was dark save the warm yellow light from the lamp on the nightstand.

koutarou felt his heart sink as he walked towards you, curled up in bed alone. 'i'm too late,' he thinks sadly, crouching next to the bed and staring at your face, tired but beautiful. he imagines you, trying to stay up even after a long day of work. 'she must be so disappointed in me.'

"y/n," koutarou whispers softly. he feels tears start to well in his eyes. "i'm home. i'm sorry for making you wait."

you stir ever so slightly in your sleep.

koutarou leans over and presses a kiss against your forehead. when he pulls back, your eyes are wide open and staring right at him.

"kou? kou!" your face breaks into a grin and you fling your arms around him. "you're back!! when did you get back?"

koutarou is bewildered. you're not mad at him?

"you must be so tired, baby! have you taken a bath? let's run you a hot bath, okay?" you sit up and move to get off the bed when koutarou catches you with his arms around your waist.

"i'm sorry," koutarou whispers against your chest. he squeezes your waist like he's afraid you'll disappear on him at any moment. "our anniversary's ruined, because of me."

you instinctively wrap your arms around the back of his head, cradling him. "you didn't ruin anything, kou," you ruffle his hair lovingly.

"we didn't even win." koutarou's head falls to your lap. you continue patting his head.

"that's okay. i'm still proud of you."

"i missed our anniversary."

"you're here now, aren't you?" you smile at koutarou when he looks up at you from your lap. he nods slowly. "that's more than enough, kou."

"really?"

"of course. happy 7-year anniversary, koutarou. i adore you."

what can i say. bokuto has been my comfort character since 2017. thank you for always being here for me bokuto!!!!! :D

[mapofthesea]

producers!yoonmin x assistant!reader, fem!reader, bi!yoonmin

genre: smut with some plot, slight fluff

summary: There’s no telling just how long you'd been stuck in the windowless studio, and you’re just about ready to walk out and forfeit your paycheck for the week, until your bosses strike up an interesting bargain

warnings: swearing, slight arguing/playful name calling, mentions of alcohol consumption but no one is drunk, dom!yoonmin x sub!reader, unprotected sex (don’t do it), they're kind of in a situationship, thigh riding, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), masturbation, hair pulling, degradation, praise, spanking, choking, penetrative sex, some mxm, cum eating, big dick behavior and practice from both of them, hinting at feelings

a/n: this is mature content so if you are under 18 years old or uncomfortable with this, please do not go below the cut! I also do not proofread of edit my work so there may be some typos, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless!

When you’d first been hired, the request came through your temp agency, and you knew nothing other than the address before you showed up. By then you were no stranger to the life of an assistant; you had fallen into the line of work after failing to find a job in your field. The first few temp jobs were exactly what you expected. Fielding phone calls and delivering coffee to big wigs in uncomfortable, cheap dress clothes became your new normal for several months, so when you arrived at the gray office building you figured you knew what you were in for. 

Yoongi and Jimin proved to be nothing like your previous employers, and their charmingly personable attitudes made them unbelievably easy to work for. At the end of your week as their temp, you had pouted and delayed your departure by attempting to tidy up their shared studio. 

“You’re not a maid, you don’t have to do that.” Yoongi cooly remarked. Even with his ears sticking out endearingly from the sides of his beanie, his dark gaze made you freeze. 

“I-I know, I just- sorry.” You withered under his attention, shifting from foot to foot as you waited for the anxiety to pass. “I’ll go. Bye Yoongi, it’s been super nice working for you guys.” 

You kicked yourself as the wave of disappointment saturated your words. Yoongi hadn’t done anything wrong, and there was no reason to unload your sadness on him. 

“What? I thought they told you?” Yoongi chirped. “We hired you. I expect you to be back tomorrow.” An unbidden smile cracked your face and you couldn't help but notice Yoongi had mirrored it. 

“Oh, oh! Um, see you tomorrow then.” Your heart thumped embarrassingly fast as you skittered out of the office, only seeing the email full of praise from them once you were tucked into the comfort of your bed.

---

“Remember when you used to be nice to me?” You hiss at the man who had just fully sat on your shins, uncaring that you squirm under him. Jimin rolls his eyes at your remark and stays where he is until you snake your legs out from under him. 

“I am nice to you. I pay you.” Jimin coos and pulls your legs into his lap, his familiar touch skittering over your bare calves. After being their one and only assistant for a year and half, your working hours have become more muddled. Business often mixed with friendship, and the lines of professionalism had officially blurred to a proportion you never expected. 

“We also buy you food,” Yoongi cooly adds, plopping himself in the chair across from the two of you and sweeping his hand toward the boxes of empty takeout that dotted the coffee table. A microphone and mixing board live among the mess. You sigh listlessly. They had been working on this new song for hours, tossing ideas back and forth, and although they all sounded wonderful to you, neither of them were happy with anything. 

“Can I go home?” You drawl, feeling the strain of laying on the couch in the way your neck cricks and radiates a sharp headache. You subconsciously rub your fingers into the tightness at the base of your neck. 

“No,” Jimin answers immediately. You sit up straight on the couch and rip your legs from his lap. 

“Why?” It comes out whiny but you’re too tired to care, still rubbing at the knot in your neck. “Yoongi?” For a second you have hope he’ll let you go but he shakes his head, dark wavy strands slipping over his eyes. 

“Sorry, need you here.”

You sputter, disbelief making your eyes go wide. “Okay...can I at least go get you some coffee? More food? Or something?” Sitting in the darkened studio for so long with no definable task was making you feel a bit stir crazy. You had cycled through all of the games on your phone and been scolded for spending too much time on TikTok. Even the book you kept stashed in the bottom of your tote bag was only able to occupy you for so long. 

Yoongi shrugs, half of a grin on his lips. “Dunno. You have an untrained ear, slightly less bias, maybe you’ll add something to the process...” he trails, sinfully pink tongue slipping out between his lips. “You’ve also got potential as a muse.” 

God. It’s painfully cliche but it makes your heart stop and your thighs clench. Suddenly you feel too hot in your shorts and sweatshirt. Jimin tuts. 

“Potential.” He makes a half hearted jab, knowing all three of you are lingering on the same string of memories from just a couple of weeks before. You push the thoughts away and find a spot back on the couch, suddenly conscious of how close you sit to Jimin on the small couch.

He shuffles just close enough that your knees touch in a reassuring way that sends cascading warmth down your spine. Your face is surely flushed but you do your best to pretend you’re unfazed, picking at the skin around your cuticles as Yoongi fiddles with the soundboard.

“Again.” Jimin’s foot taps into the plush carpet in time to the music, and you know you’re in for a long night.

The track runs on a seemingly unending loop, only punctuated by your bosses bickering about technical intricacies and which word choices would serve the song better.

Yoongi fiddles with a new beat and you whine, sagging into Jimin’s side. He welcomes you into him and the intoxicating scent of his cologne has your eyes fluttering. His jaw ticks and you have to bite back the groan of desire as you watch his muscles clench and unclench as he concentrates, fingertips tapping the new rhythm in time against the top of your thigh.

For a moment you wish you were drinking; dumbly wanting to feign needing help opening the soju bottle just to hear Jimin’s little coos of how delicate you are, to have Yoongi gently take back your hair to see your flushed face when he thinks you’ve had too much to drink. Your saliva suddenly feels too thick and your head spins with the barrage of lustful thought. Jimin’s hand feels as hot as lava on your thigh and the sight of Yoongi’s finger circling one of the little knobs with deft precision makes your stomach tumble. 

“I-are you guys hot?” Your voice is raspy as you spring up from the couch, resisting the urge to fan yourself with your hands. Embarrassingly, they both shake their heads and you catch sight of the thermostat set clearly to cool. Yoongi chuckles as he seems to look inside of your head at the neurons connecting as a flush of embarrassment crosses your face. 

“I’ll be right back,” the words are barely out before you leave the room, slipping into the hallway and all but sprinting to the bathroom. Your body feels both too hot and too cold at the same time, and under the harsh overhead light of the bathroom the dark circles under your eyes are prominent, your baby hairs sticking up in wild directions from your scalp. You bend over the sink, gripping onto the cold porcelain. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Your words echo into the bowl of the sink but you can’t bring yourself to be embarrassed about the potential of either of them hearing you over their music. You stand, glaring at the image of yourself in the mirror for a few seconds before you decide you have probably been hiding in here for a suspicious amount of time. Determined to find a way for them to let you go home, you barrel out of the bathroom and back into the hallway. 

“Hi,” Yoongi’s voice startles you, and his presence in the cramped space is even more alarming. In all the time you've known him, he's never been one to completely abandon his post while in the thick of the production process. 

“...Hi? Are you guys done?” A kernel of hope lights in your chest. If they’re done, you can make your escape to home and deal with the heavy pull of arousal in you core by yourself. Yoongi shakes his head no and raises his hands above him, stretching his arms and allowing your eyes to feast on a strip of creamy skin above his waistband. Your face reheats, tongue darting out to lick your chapped lips. He looks divine. 

Yoongi’s eyes follow your own, and a beautiful little smirk sprouts on his face. “Just came to use the bathroom.” His voice rumbles the same way it did when he dropped you off at your doorstep a few weeks ago with a sinful kiss and your knees quiver.

You nod stupidly, tripping over your own feet as you side step the door to allow him passage. He dips his head in a subtle nod and as he approaches and you can smell the musk of his cologne. Despite the step you took away he makes an effort to brush by you, one of his strong hands clasping gently around your own. You hadn’t even realized you were holding your breath until he leaned in close enough that you could pick out his individual eyelashes. His thumb presses into the back of your hand, a firm reminder of the reality of the situation as his words slip into the air between you. 

“We’re both willing to take a break, if you could think of something else more...interesting to occupy us.” His canines sparkle in the light of the hall and you have the overcoming desire to feel them scrape against your neck. 

“B-both of you?” The question all but jumps from your mouth, a product of your disbelief of the last night they had made you feel this way, which you were still partly convinced was just a delusion of your drunkenness. Yoongi nods, strands of hair obscuring his heavy stare. 

“Yes.” He’s gone in a flash, the bathroom door shutting behind him. The thud reverberates through your body and you stand stunned in the hallway, body buzzing with anticipation. Jimin is waiting just beyond the wall, and the image of his legs spread wide on the couch just waiting for you and Yoongi to return springs into your mind. Desire drives your feet and before you know it you’re back in the dimly lit studio, palms sweating when you finally see him again. 

“You’re back.” His voice is cool and level, gaze fixed on you as you approached him. Suddenly emblazoned by the knowledge Yoongi had given you, you nod and edge closer to the couch. 

“Heard you’re looking to take a break?” Jimin’s eyes cloud with the realization of your words, seeing through the facade of your question easily. He swipes his plush bottom lip with his thumb and hums in affirmation. “If you’re willing to provide one?” His voice is thick with lust, sending butterflies through your stomach.

The subtle tilt of his head is all it takes for you to advance toward him, plopping yourself easily onto his thigh, facing the mess of the coffee table. His hands are immediately on your hips; fingers digging into the flesh with an addicting pinch of pain. Your hips rut at the contact, pushing into the muscle of his leg. The pressure sends a spike of arousal down your spine that makes you moan and Jimin responds by curling his fingers under the waistband of your shorts. His fingertips feel like ice against your hot skin, and he uses the shock to gain control of your hips. 

There’s no use putting up a fight once he has you, manually rocking your core against his leg. Even though you can’t see him, you can hear his little pants of appreciation as your head rolls back against your shoulders. The fabric of your underwear is slick and pulling right against your clit, the layers of friction making you feel like you’re going crazy. Your nails dig into Jimin’s arms, enjoying the feeling of his muscles moving. 

The door swings open and even though you know it’s Yoongi you gasp, whipping your head toward him. Your face flushes at being caught but Yoongi simply appraises you, eyes roving over your heaving chest and Jimin’s grip on your hips. The weight of Yoongi’s stare only makes you wetter, slicking the crotch of your cotton shorts a darker shade. Jimin chuckles and moves faster, allowing a consistent grind of pressure against your clit that makes tears edge your eyelids. 

You gasp, arms flailing outward hopelessly. In your scramble your arms clash into Yoongi’s form, scrabbling to hook into the fabric of his hoodie as your clit throbs and your climax approaches. Yoongi’s hands encircle your face, gathering your hair into a makeshift ponytail and stooping down until you can feel his breath against your cheeks. 

“Pretty girl,” he flutters his thumb against your lashes until you open your eyes. “There you are.” His feline gaze turns your brain to liquid, enjoying the attention from Yoongi while Jimin gives you the release you’ve been waiting for. 

“P-please,” you struggle around the words, and don't have the energy to articulate your needs, but Jimin holds your hips still and bounces his leg, baring your pussy down against him directly. Unable to squirm away from the pleasure, a moan rips from your throat into Yoongi’s chest as you come, pitching forward as the pleasure curls your toes. Despite your exhaustion you continue to cant your hips against Jimin’s leg after you come until Yoongi tuts and pulls you up slightly, depriving you of the surface. 

“Look at the fucking mess you made of my pants, baby.” Jimin growls. Your face flushes in embarrassment but you can’t deny that the sight only turns you on more. Knowing that you were the one responsible for the mess on his sweatpants and the subsequent bulge makes your mouth water. On unstable legs you pull from Yoongi’s embrace and lean down over Jimin, giving your other boss a prime view of your ass in the ridden-up shorts doing little to preserve your modesty. His hands are on you immediately, tugging down the fabric of your shorts and panties as soon as you nod your approval. 

“Can I kiss you?” You relish the way Jimin’s cheeks sport a pretty blush at your question as he nods. A warm fuzzy feeling spreads through your chest as you connect your lips with his own, gently coaxing out the demon of a man you know lives inside- the one who pushed his cock down your throat in the backseat of his car the last time you went out together.  Yoongi’s deft fingers part your folds and you moan into the kiss which only spurs Jimin on. His tongue finds a home in the depths of your mouth at the same time that Yoongi spreads your asscheeks with his hands, humming at the sight of your bared pussy. He pauses all movements, making you twirl your hips impatiently, before releasing a glob of spit that runs hot over your pussy. You shiver, keening at the embarrassingly attractive action. He wastes no time running his fingers between your lips, circling your clit with your combined wetness until your knees go weak. Jimin bites your lip and disconnects the two of you, staring sinfully at the trail of saliva that connects you. 

“Yoongi gonna make you cum again?” The question is rhetoric, but you still nod furiously at the idea. Yoongi laughs heartily, clearly amused by the desperation. 

“Gonna do more than make you cum, baby.” Your head swivels back to catch a look at him sinking onto his knees, easily pushing the coffee table back so he has ample room to work. Your pussy flutters at the idea of him eating you out, a dream that had been plaguing you since you first heard him craft some of his most infamous lyrics. 

You're so enamored at the glassy look in his eyes that you almost miss Jimin asking to shed your sweatshirt. The fabric comes off easily, goosebumps arriving as the garment leaves you. Jimin groans as he’s presented with your tits, hanging perfectly in front of his face as you're bent over for Yoongi. 

Jimin captures one of your nipples in his mouth, tugging at the nub like a man starved. Yoongi dives into your pussy, licking a broad stripe all the way through your folds. His tongue splits your lips and explores every possible inch. 

“Oh god,” the sensation of them both working on you makes you feel lightheaded, in total disbelief of the way the night has gone. “F-feel so good.” You mewl as Yoongi licks tight circles around your clit, Jimin’s teeth scraping against the sensitive skin at the curve of your breast as his hand engulfs the other, pulling and pinching in all the right places. 

“I- can’t fucking, oh my god-” no words seem to do justice to the feeling of pure arousal slipping through you, and the lewd sounds of being devoured sends your mind into a perfectly numb lull. Jimin and Yoongi are everything, everywhere, moving in a sinful tandem of lips and teeth that you don’t think you will ever recover from. The bubbling heat in your stomach rises, aided by the slurps of Yoongi absolutely devouring you, his nose digging into you as he pushes his tongue as deep as possible into your hole. You can only imagine how wet his face will be when he pulls away; chin, cheeks and lips stained with the evidence of your arousal. 

Your legs wobble, knees shaking from the effort of keeping your body upright as your orgasm barrels toward you. Jimin scrapes the top row of his teeth across your nipple as you come, body trapped between two sources of unending pleasure. The short break between orgasms has made you dizzy, keening as Yoongi devours every drop you give him. Over sensitivity rushes in, and the men work faster than your blissed out brain can comprehend.

Once the ringing in your head stops, you can feel the delicate press of Yoongi’s lips against the backs of your thighs: Jimin’s cool fingertips soothing down the bites he created on your chest.

“Come on, pretty. Such a good girl. Come lay down.” Jimin’s hands pull you gently, easily back onto the couch where you had spent countless hours before. The cool leather feels amazing against your heated skin and you quickly resign yourself to pressing the entire front of your body into it, head propped on Jimin’s thigh. This close, there was no mistaking the heavy bulge in the front of his pants. Your fingers twitch, inching toward him.

Yoongi’s dark chuckle makes you pause, peering up to see him standing over you, a satisfied smirk on his face. Just as you’d imagined his chin is covered in a gleam that could only come from being buried deep in your pussy. Your hips twitch against the couch.

“You wanna suck Jimin’s cock? Will you let me sit and watch you make him come?” You nod dumbly against Jimin’s leg, not daring to take your eyes off of Yoongi as he maneuvers himself back into his trusty chair. He sits and makes no secret of palming at himself through his shorts as your mouth waters.

“Please?” You ask, as if they would ever be able to deny you anything. You can feel the sweat drying onto your body, and the heat reigniting in your stomach makes you restless. Wiggling your fingers playfully toward his cock, you fix Jimin with your best pleading stare.

“You know this cock belongs to you, baby. Take it.” Heat flushes your cheeks as you scramble for his waistband. Suddenly seized with an insatiable hunger to have your mouth filled to the brim. Jimin lifts his hips in aid, exposing inches of flawless skin before his cock springs to life, unbidden by any clothing. He takes the break to pull off his top, balling it up and throwing it directly into Yoongi’s face. The older man grumbles in good nature and swats the shirt away. Your hips push against the couch cushion as you reach for him, the weight and warmth of his impressive cock making your head spin. Jimin moans at your touch, encouraging you to pump your hand over him slowly.

He intakes a ragged breath as you speed up, impatient with yourself. “C’mon baby, take it.” He grinds out the words and you shiver, shuffling forward until you can comfortably lower your head over him, wrapping your lips around the tip. It had been only a few weeks since the last time you gave him head, but that didn’t make his length any easier to adjust to. Your eyes water at the intrusion as you push further down, wiggling your tongue against the underside. Jimin’s thighs twitch under your ministrations.

“You’re so fucking good at that, Y/N.”

Emboldened, you push more of him down your throat until you’re fighting against a gag, spit dripping down to the base of his cock. Unable to go further, your hand occupies the rest, pumping in time with the movement of your head. The mess of praise and the burn of Yoongi’s eyes on your body makes you moan around him.

Jimin’s hips immediately jump, pushing further into your mouth. Your eyes widen and tears push forward as Jimin takes full advantage of your mouth, your nails scrabbling at his thighs as you try to clear your mind.

“Shhh, baby. Look so pretty drooling and dumb on my cock. Our girl is so good, isn’t she Yoongi?” Jimin’s voice shakes, a giveaway of his impending orgasm.

“The best girl,” Yoongi’s voice is clipped, and even though your eyes are blurred with tears you’re sure he’s working his hand over his own cock. You moan again, using the vibration to your advantage as Jimin grips your hair, holding you in place.

Your lungs constrict as his whines reach a peak, cock twitching incessantly until he’s coming. You swallow with every spurt he gives you, the bitterness easy to dismiss in the heat of the moment. Jimin’s grip loosens just as the last ropes of his cum shoot out, streaking across your chin and lips. He grins, satisfied at the mess and your performance. His now free hand takes a handful of your ass, pinching it and landing a slap against the flesh.

“Open?” He asks almost sheepishly. You obey easily, putty in his hands as he inspects your mouth to be sure you swallowed everything he gave you. He hums happily at the sight, gathering up the stray bits of cum on your face with his thumb before pushing it into your mouth. You suck the pad of his thumb clean, eyes heavy with lust as you swirl your tongue around it. Jimin growls, ripping the appendage out to slap your ass a few times in quick succession.

The pain makes your spine curve with pleasure and you almost can’t believe how wet you are again, but Jimin’s fingers quickly dip into your pussy, cooing when he feels your slick coating his fingers. Your own mouth parts in a frustrated groan, annoyingly aware of how achingly empty you are.

“Please fuck me.” Your voice is raw and shaky, and you worry that maybe their inaction means they couldn’t hear you. Jimin’s hand stays steady against the swell of your ass while you wiggle your hips in frustration. Impatient tears well in your eyes as you watch Yoongi slowly remove his hand from his cock; the tip an angry red from all the time he spent playing with it while you sucked Jimin’s cock. It feels like years pass before he even gets up from the chair.

“You wanna get fucked?” His deep voice makes your heart do cartwheels in your stomach. Yoongi’s hand caresses the nape of your neck, lightly combing through the mussed strands there. You nod vigorously, attempting to sit up so that you can convey your need to him even more.

“Please Yoongi, please I’ll do-“ a sharp tug on your hair makes your brain short circuit, words dying in your mouth. Your breathing turns shallow, anticipatory when he uses his primal grip on you to pull your body upwards until you’re sitting up on the couch. From here you are afforded the full view of them both. Jimin’s chest is still heaving from coming, his body covered in a sheen of sweat that only makes his appear more surreal in the dim studio lights. Yoongi had shed both his shirt and bottoms, presumably while you were busy with Jimin. His cock bobs against his stomach, gleaming with precum as he moves. Your heart jumps at the proximity of Yoongi’s body, the way you can see the veins in the arm that holds your hair flex as he pulls your scalp harder. You keen, hips pushing against the air at the sprouting pain. Yoongi laughs, licking at his gleaming canines you want to feel buried deep in your shoulder blade.

His grip holds you still, obedient as your eyes dart wildly between them, hungry to see what their next move will be.

“Such a patient girl for us, right Yoongi?” Jimin’s velvet voice makes you want to cry out and beg for release again, but you bite your tongue so you don’t miss what he says.

“Hmm, very patient.” Yoongi appraises you, sitting at attention, nipples pebbled with your arousal. “Although I think she could stand to wait a bit longer.” Your eyes widen, surprised and momentarily terrified they were going to leave you in the dust.

“No no no no, please don’t!” You can’t stop the tinge of anxiety that spikes through you, the sudden concern that they no longer wanted you if they had each other. Not to mention the burning desire that you knew you wouldn’t be able to quell even with your most favorite vibrator. Hot tears let loose down your cheeks, dripping off of your chin in mere seconds.

“Hey, baby, stop,” Yoongi’s hand releases your hair to tap at your cheek, light enough that you blink through your tears to focus on him. He smiles in the sweet gentle way you’ve come to know means he’s sincere. You can feel Jimin’s calloused fingers brushing gently over your shoulders, curling into the tensed muscles as you ground yourself.

“Do we need to stop?” All of the air in the room gets sucked out with his words, all three of you frozen in time.

“No, no,” You puff out. “Don’t wanna stop.” You grasp his arm, fingernails digging into his milky flesh. “I j-just feel so empty.”

His cat like grin returns at your words, your tears receding into glossy begging eyes. “Oh, baby, you’ll be full of cock in no time. Can you sit pretty for just a few more moments?”

Curious as to why you need to wait, you watch Yoongi intently, but are somehow still shocked when he catches Jimin’s plush lips in an earnest kiss. The younger man sighs contentedly, wrapping his arms around Yoongi’s frame. The way their lips move together is mesmerizing, and you faintly remember watching them kiss once before, when you were admittedly drunk and thought maybe you were mistaking the passion between them.

Now you knew for sure what you were seeing, and that it was making fresh waves of arousal drip down your thigh. Jimin reaches for Yoongi’s cock, stroking him with playfully light touches you know are meant to drive him crazy. You can see everything from your seat on the couch, and their symphony of moans sends your hand right between your thighs. You rub your clit in time with Jimin’s tugs, making sure to keep the touch just as feather light as it seems to be for Yoongi.

As sensitive as you are, even the simple touch is making your mind go hazy, losing yourself in the moment and the feeling of your own hand. You moan, pressing down into the pressure of your hand: embarrassing close to coming again just from watching your bosses make out.

“I thought I asked you to sit pretty?” Yoongi’s voice is clipped and breathy at having just pulled Jimin’s hand off of him, but it still startles you enough that you rip your hand away feeling like you had been caught.

“I-I’m sorry, it was just,” you stumble on the words, face flushed as you decide on how much you should admit. Jimin raises an inquisitive eyebrow, his cock fluttering back to life.

“Hot?”

Your blush deepens but you nod, hair falling into your face. Yoongi seems less amused at your disobedience, but the dark look on his face only makes you want him inside of you more. You bite back the whimper growing in your throat and still, waiting for instruction.

Yoongi’s steps forward, easily crowding your vision until he’s all you can see. One hand grips your throat, lightly at first, then increasingly hard as he sees the delight in your eyes. The press of his hand over your throat is intoxicating, just the perfect amount of pressure that has your mouth hanging open absentmindedly. You feel good, knowing that you he was going to take care of you. Jimin’s deep groan at the sight reminds you that he’s there just moments before Yoongi breaks your distance and captures your lips in a kiss.

It’s nothing as gentle and sweet as the few you’d shared before. His teeth are immediately nipping into your bottom lip, tongue surging forward into your mouth without abandon. Spit slicks down your chin and over your cheeks and you moan at the feeling, Yoongi practically swallowing you up like you’re the last person on earth. Through it all he keeps control of you by the hand on your neck, only letting up when you’re gasping for air.

You feel oddly vacant without his hand on your throat, but you have a feeling it won’t be the end of your experience with it.

“Such a pretty, desperate little thing. Can’t wait to fill you up, fuck.” Yoongi’s eyes flutter at the thought and before you know it he’s moving you, pressing the length of your body down against the couch. You’re acutely aware that Jimin must have moved to the chair to make room for you, but all thoughts get wiped from your head as Yoongi looms over you.

Your legs part, unashamed for him to see just how wet you are. He grins, kneeling between them and fisting himself a few times.

“Please fuck me, Yoongi, wanna feel you inside.” The stream of consciousness barrels out of you, followed by a string of curses as he obeys and pushes the head of his cock into you. The stretch is intense despite your extreme arousal, but the loving hands caressing your stomach help morph the feeling into pure pleasure. When the clouds of pain start to clear you moan, high and loud, latching onto the cushions under you.

“You look so good split open on my cock.” Yoongi works his hips into a smooth rhythm immediately, eyes honed in on the sight of your pussy swallowing him up. The press of him inside of you is serendipitous, the perfect angle means he’s nudging against your gspot with every single push.

“Prettiest fucking girl, look at you taking cock so well again.” Jimin is suddenly beside you, hands groping your tits again. You keen, overwhelmed with the sensations as white hot pleasure burns through you. Yoongi speeds up, bracing his foot for more leverage on the perfect angle as he pounds into you.

“So f-full,” you gasp out, tears of pleasure running into your hairline. Your clit throbs for attention, the final thing you need to fall headfirst into that wonderful pleasure. You gasp and writhe, pushing your hips upward to meet his thrusts.

“If you don’t stop that I’m gonna come right inside of you.” The words are a warning but your pussy immediately reacts by gripping his cock tighter. A broken moan spills from his mouth and he growls.

“Wan’ it.” The words come out soft, strangled by the loud squelching of your pussy, but Jimin is close enough to hear. He turns toward you, smiling with the intensity of a million suns.

“You want him to come inside of you? Fill that pussy up and make you ours?” Jimin is sure to speak loud enough that Yoongi will hear, but the man drilling into you looks pointedly only at your face, awaiting his confirmation. You look between them both, shivering with need.

“Yes, wanna have Yoongi come in me,” you lick your lips, “please, and,” You pause as Yoongi swipes his finger across your clit after hearing your affirmation. The last bits of your sanity are about to be washed away with your orgasm, but you breathe through it.

“W-wait!” You yell, Yoongi stilling as well as he can so close to his orgasm.

“Want Jimin too.” You gasp, barely trusting your words. The man grins, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast.

“Of course, baby, I’m so fucking hard right now I can’t imagine not coming all over these pretty tits.”

Tears of frustration brim again, hormones going crazy.

“No, in me.” You whine, petulant at the idea of him not coming inside you tonight. Both of their eyes widen, staring at you like you had just unlocked the secret to eternal life. Yoongi’s thrusts return with vengeance, finger circling your clit deftly.

“Can’t get enough of it, huh? Such a little slut that just one man coming in you isn’t enough?” You nod as his cock twitches, moments away from your own blinding orgasm. Jimin’s lips are devouring your neck, seemingly emblazoned by your admission. It only takes a few more swipes of Yoongi’s nimble fingers before you come, back arching off of the couch like a woman possessed.

The sounds and curses that leave you are barely human and essentially decipherable as your body warms under the glow of an intense orgasm. When Yoongi finally comes, your pussy gripping him tightly so he doesn’t leave, he continues strumming at your clit until your nerves feel set on fire.

“Good girl, taking all my fucking come.” Yoongi praises you as he finally pulls out, watching his come slip out with him before he retreats to stand beside you. Your head is still in the clouds, mind numb from absolute pleasure as Yoongi pats your thighs so he can get out from between them.

Jimin brushes the sweat slicked strands of hair off of your forehead, leaning close enough to him that you can see his individual eyelashes.

“Still got it in you? Want another load?” Your stomach flips, pussy clenching at the idea and you nod so hard it makes your neck hurt. Yoongi shuffles up until he’s next to your head, obviously sleepy as he plops down onto the floor with a lazy grin. He kisses your cheek playfully as Jimin moves.

He wastes no time in assuming the same position Yoongi had just left. Pliant and fucked out, you give him an exhausted smile as you watch him line up and push into your entrance.

“Still so fucking tight even though you just got railed. So willing to have two cocks back to back.” Jimin’s voice burns through you, low and sexy in a way you rarely get to enjoy. His eyes twinkle as you nod, gasping at the length of his cock. He begins his onslaught even faster than Yoongi had, pushing through your walls with a blindingly perfect rhythm.

“F-Fuck me so well,” you slur, grasping for his arms as he drills into you. Jimin is gasping, clearly close to his own end as you start to feel the hazy warmth of an orgasm come on. Yoongi kisses you even more as your moans heighten, sure not to cover your mouth so that they get to hear every sound you can give them. “You’re gonna look so pretty full of me and Jimin’s come, so fucked out and dripping.”

Even without any attention to your clit his words have you just seconds away from coming, and you warn Jimin of this.

“Already gonna come without me even having to touch your little clit? So fucking wet and desperate that just my cock will do it?” Your head spins, eyes tipping back into your head. His hips stutter, faltering for just a second as your knees lock, pushing his cock even further into you until you’re coming. Your eyes squeeze shut as you scream your throat raw calling his name and begging for his come.

You can’t stop the tears that spill out of you even after you feel him empty into you, the weight of his body pressing into your own as he makes sure not to waste a drop. You pant together, chests rising and falling in time. The way your skin sticks together doesn’t even bother you right now, but Jimin moves just slightly and the cool air rushes in.

You mumble, still working on feeling like a human again.

“What’s that?” It’s Yoongi, who’s still sitting by your side, laying his head against Jimin’s toned bicep.

“Cold.” You try, voice absolutely wrecked. You poke at Jimin’s side. “Heavy, too. Move.” You wiggle beneath him and he sits up, giggling at your sudden attitude. He’s still lodged inside of you, his and Yoongi’s come slowly leaking out of you and onto the couch, but this somehow feels just as normal as your usual day at work. Another chill passes through your body and Yoongi tuts, striding order to the thermometer. You and Jimin both watch his naked form as he goes, cranking the number up so that the room gets hotter.

“Told you we keep it too cold in here,” he mutters to Jimin, who shrugs and looks down at the mess between your legs. You flush.

“Sorry about the couch.” Jimin laughs as he pulls out, clearly still a little aroused at the sight of come pouring out of you.

“Fuck the couch. It’s your spot anyway.” His fingers dance over your pussy and you whine, shaking your head and clamping your thighs shut.

“Too sensitive.” It’s simple, and he nods easily, slipping off of the couch. You lose sight of him for a second before he’s back, slipping your sweatshirt back over your head. The warmth instantly cures you, putting a satisfied smile on your face. Yoongi reappears from what you assume to be the bathroom with a damp towel, silently asking your permission before gently cleaning you up.

Your legs twitch and you have to physically bite back a moan when he runs the fabric over your clit, but you’re happy to be cleaned and have him help you into your shorts. He hands the towel off to Jimin as you sit up, pointedly looking away from the mess on the couch.

“Shit, forgot about that!” Yoongi springs forward, shirt halfway on. He leans over the coffee table and flicks off a switch, the recording equipment going dead. His face blanches as he looks over at you.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N, I didn’t turn it off before we…” his hands wave uselessly in front of him. Jimin, at least dressed, looks equally mortified.

“We can delete it all! I promise, we won’t even listen to it again! I’ll do it right-“

Your laugh bubbles out of you and stops them both in their places.

“I don’t care, guys.” Their faces twist in confusion. Surely you wouldn’t want them to keep it? “You were stuck on the song anyway. Use it as the backtrack or something.” You shrug, taking supreme delight in the surprise on their faces.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Jimin groans, appreciative, and you glow under their eyes. He immediately dashes over to the computer, locating and examining the file. Yoongi finishes redressing and even wipes off the couch before bundling you into his chair with him. His hands comb through your matted hair and examine the marks on your neck until he deems you to be okay.

“Thanks for the song inspiration.” He chuckles, mouth tucked against the nape of your neck.

“Happy to help. Let me know the next time you need some new ideas.” Despite your sleepiness the idea makes you squirm, to which Yoongi groans.

“I have a feeling we’ll be needing lots of new ideas. For a very long time.” Maybe you’re crazy, or cock hungry, but you swear you feel him twitch against your ass. “But for now you should probably go home.” You both watch Jimin as he fiddles with some instrumentals, layering them over the peaky audio the three of you recorded on the desktop before popping on his headphones.

Yoongi sighs. “You’re sleepy, and if you stay here any longer while we mix this you’re definitely not gonna be walking tomorrow.”

[moon1833]

can u do a part two of URGES with kageyama with the team finding out or commenting on what they heard from that night? i love ur story’s on him!and please tag me in it 🙏. I LOVE YOU ❤️❤️❤️❤️

@69doing

omg hi yes ofc !! thank you for requesting :) (sorry for the delay)

“Urges” part 2 (the aftermath)

prt 1

“Lemme take care of you”

Contains: Timeskip! Kageyama Tobio x female reader, fluff, like so much yearning, Kageyama doesn’t know how to act, smut at the end

warning: smut, oral sex (male receiving), slight dom reader (barely), sub(ish) Kageyama, inexperienced Kageyama

The sound of sneakers against a wooden gym floor and volleyballs smacking into the ground was a sound you had gotten used to. You had been team manager for Schweiden Alders for the past year, and you practically heard the sounds of the sport in your sleep.

Your feet felt heavy as you dragged them past the double doors to drop off the paperwork you finished earlier that morning to the coach.

After the night you had, you were less than happy to be preparing for the upcoming match, the soreness in your upper legs still prevalent. You would’ve done anything to stay cuddled up next to Tobio for a minute longer.

You hear a few snickers as you enter the gymnasium, but you’re too tired to pay it any mind. From across the net, Tobio follows your frame as you walk, memorized by how your hips sway.

His teammate snorts at his dazed reaction, even the coach chuckling. Purplish marks were peaking out from Kageyama’s uniform, and the scratches on his back were more than enough for the locker room to congratulate him.

Still, he kept his lips shut about who he possibly could’ve slept with on the three days they’ve been in the hotel for. He wanted to keep you to himself.

The idea of another guy thinking about you in that way was enough to permanently etch a scowl into his face.

However, the slight wobble in your step and your managers jacket zipped up all the way to cover your neck was more than suspicious.

Besides, even though the boys were lucky enough to get their own rooms this time, they were still all next to each other. And you weren’t exactly quiet last night.

You try to avoid Tobio’s eye. This morning, you both had agreed to keep it between yourselves, not wanting to risk either of your positions.

(He had nodded, sleep still clinging to him as he listened to you. Your head was on his bare chest and he was playing with your hair.)

Tobio wasn’t holding up his part of the deal very well. You could practically feel his eyes on you at all times as they warmed up.

To your ignorance, he had always looked at you like that.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for Tobio to be looking at you with more emotion than he gave a single other person in the world, but you didn’t know that.

Ten minutes to lining up, you were handing out water bottles to the boys. Your hand shook a little handing Tobio his, a new nervousness around him. For the first time all day, you looked up at him.

You found yourself smiling softly at him, fingers brushing yours just a second too long. You turned away, handing the next water bottle to the next teammate.

A part of Tobio’s brain stopped, the curve of your smile and the glint of your eyes washing over him.

After the game, the boys were just as rowdy in the locker room as they always were. The caption, the oldest member on the roster, clapped Kageyama’s back as he walked by.

“Man, I never thought I’d see the day.” He said, a true sense of pride in his words.

“W-what are you talking about?” Kageyama’s voice cracked before he cleared his throat.

“You and y/n!” Another teammate cheered.

“You’ve been ogling her for years.” The caption agreed.

In a few seconds, Kageyama’s entire team was surrounding him in a huddle, congratulating him while he desperately attempted to deny it.

By the time the rest of the team had shuffled out of the locker room to make their way to the bus that would shuttle them back to the hotel, Tobio was flushed pink.

After he washed his face twice, he couldn’t shake the tinge in his cheeks. Even before last night, the thought of you alone made him half hard. Now, with the sight replaying in his mind whenever he blinked, he’d been painfully hard for the whole day.

He contemplated jerking off right then and there, but he decided to wait until he got back.

Eventually, he exited the locker room, almost barreling into you.

“Oh! Uh, sorry.” Tobio’s expression lit up.

“It’s okay.” You giggled, your jacket was off now, a purple mark peaking from behind your hair. “I was wondering if you wanted to grab dinner?”

“Like, with me?” He asked, a bit surprised.

“Yes, Tobio, with you.” You smiled at his nerves.

Not trusting his voice, he nodded shyly, completely embarrassed by how bashful he had became. Luckily, you found it endearing.

“Takeout and a movie okay?” Your smile was growing the deeper his blush got.

“Yeah.” He said quietly. “Sounds good.”

“Be at my room in an hour.” You called over your shoulder, walking away.

Tobio didn’t move for a few minutes, just standing while staring at the ground with a dumbfounded expression. (He almost missed the bus).

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“You shouldn’t have paid.” Tobio scowled as he finished the food you bought, placing the container in the trash.

“Well, I wanted to.” You argued, legs crossed on your bed.

He slid 10,000 yen across the sheets, but you just scoffed and slid it back to him. He tried to return it, but you pushed it right back.

“You are so annoying.” Tobio said, but there was an amusemed smirk on his face.

“Wow.” You said sarcastically. “I liked you better when you were too scared to speak.”

“I wasn’t scared.” He crossed his arms.

“Uh, absolutely yes you were.”

“I was not.”

“Were too.”

Tobio retorts by taking one of the pillows from beside him and throwing it at your head. You catch it before it can hit you, launching at him.

He falls on his back, hands gripping your waist for stability. You settle on his lap, shoving the pillow in his face as you laugh.

He blindly grabs your wrists, turning you on your back when he wraps his fingers around them. The pillow slides off, and your met with Tobio’s eyes peering into yours.

You smile melts into a smirk when you readjust your hips, feeling Tobio grow on top of you. His prior confidence falls, red creeping up his neck as you spread your legs under him.

“Aw, there he is.” You coo, trailing a hand up his crewneck. You cup his cheek, running a thumb along his jawline.

You nod at him, as if telling him “yes, you can kiss me” and he obliges. Your hands move to his hair, your nails tracing his scalp. His breathe halts at the feeling, giving you the opportunity to slip your tongue past his lips.

His hips rut into yours, and you wrap your legs around him in response. You continue to kiss him while pushing him up, now sitting in his lap.

His hands slide down your back, settling just below your hips, fingers barely grazing your ass.

“Lemme take care of you.” You mumble into his lips, rubbing the tip of his dick through his sweatpants.

“You don’t have to if you don’t-”

“I want to.” You cut him off, kissing his ear.

You move your body back slightly, pushing him so he’s lying down. You’re in between his legs, hands gripping his thighs. Kissing down his chest, you push his shirt up to touch his torso, pushing his pants off.

There’s a spot of dampness in his boxers, and you’re reminded of how impressively big he is (like you forgot).

You kiss him through his boxers, licking the spot of his precum that seeped through. Tobio lets out a deep breath as he curses at the feeling, his hands finding your hair.

He doesn’t push your head towards him or tug on your hair, instead he caresses your head, tucking a strand out of your face.

You look up at him. His face is flushed and his hair is a bit messy, his eyes are half lidded and he’s smiling at you helplessly.

You pull his boxers down as he lifts his hips to aid you with it. They aren’t even halfway down his legs before you’re licking the precum off of his tip.

Tobio whimpers.

It’s quiet, but you hear it. It sends an almost primal response in you, warmth flooding to your core. You trail your tongue down his dick, desperate to hear the sound again.

Tobio bites his lip, swallowing a moan. You stop, closing your mouth and sitting up. His brows crease, worrying he’s done something wrong that caused you to stop.

“Don’t do that.” You say simply, parting his lips with your thumb.

He nods, a bit dumbly. You kiss his lips briefly before shifting back down, a slight arch in your back.

You suck gently on the tip, swirling your tongue around it before taking him as far down as you can.

He’s thick, and it almost hurts how he’s stretching your mouth. Still, the noises you’re pulling from him are worth it.

He’s withering under you, cursing under his breath and letting out the sluttiest sounds. You alternately between licking up his dick and engulfing him fully, tugging at him whenever you needed a break.

“I can’t last, ‘m sorry.” He whines after a few moments, gasping as you hallow your cheeks.

You squeeze his thigh in reassurance, taking him deep as he finishes in your mouth. It was more than you expected, some spilling out of your mouth and pooling with your spit by his pubes.

He twitches as jumbled words of affirmation fall from his lips, and you swallow as much as you can.

You pull off as he catches his breath, grabbing a tissue from the nightstand and wiping him off. He sits up with his elbows, watching you with a soft grin.

“Are you okay?” You ask.

“Mhm.” Tobio pushes you onto him, one hand hugging your waist while the other caressed your cheek. He kissed your forehead, then your temple.

“You did so good, pretty.” Tobio praises.

You kiss the tip of his nose tenderly, smiling at him. He lowers his head to kiss you, sighing into your mouth.

You adjust your hips to kiss him more comfortably, pulling back when you feel him. “How are you hard again already?”

[outerbankies]

happy early thanksgiving! are nl rafe and reader celebrating a california friendsgiving this year or do they give their families yet another chance? :)

i meaaaaaan - since you asked, and since thanksgiving is a new light national holiday!

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new light: smaller acts - rafe cameron

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“I don’t think there’s much we can do, Mr. Cameron. I’m really very sorry.”

Ward’s travel agent, Stephanie, had exhausted every option; at least, all of the ones she could think of combined with every suggestion Rafe could think of to throw at her. Denver, Dallas, Atlanta—every connection flying into anywhere near the Outer Banks for Thanksgiving was getting cancelled. 

Stephanie had been Rafe’s last resort. He’d already flashed every credit card he had at every ticket counter in the entire airport, he’d tried using his airline status and the points he’d built up (if there was one thing his father had taught him, it was the importance of airline status), he’d even looked up trains to farther airports that could fly you guys out to an airport even farther from the OBX, he’d worry about rental car options if you could get anywhere within driving distance. Rafe had gone down every avenue he could think of, his urgency increasing as he watched reality sinking in on your face that Thanksgiving in the Outer Banks was just not happening for you two this year.

“How about if you sent us up North?” he tries, his last-ditch effort even though he’d already checked there, too. When you both arrived this morning, you blissfully unaware and Rafe having been tracking the storms all week, he’d kicked it into gear as soon as the slight delay had turned into cancellation. He thought you’d be safe when you checked in for your flights last night with no issues, but no dice.

Three hours later and with no happy ending in sight, Rafe would take a four-leg journey with layovers that barely gave you enough time to run between gates, squished into a middle seat at the back of the plane, with no less than three crying babies just for good measure, if it meant seeing that smile of relief on your face when you realized he’d figured it all out for you. 

But you don’t even look hopeful anymore, not stressed or worried either, but resigned and melancholy, sitting across from him with your legs propped up on your carry-on bag. 

“We don’t need to be seated together,” he adds.

“I really wish I could, Rafe,” Stephanie sighs, but Rafe can hear she’s stopped typing in the background. The fact that he even got a hold of her today was a miracle, and he’s sure Ward’s loyalty over the years gave him a boost. “There’s just nothing that won’t cost you both an arm and a leg. Everything’s oversold, you’d be standby only. And even if I did book you on something, cancellations and delays are likely in this weather.”

“I appreciate you trying, Stephanie, I really do,” Rafe sighs. “I can let you go now.”

“I’m really sorry I couldn’t do more for you two,” she says sympathetically. “I hope you enjoy your holiday regardless.”

Rafe wishes her likewise and hangs up the phone, surprised to see you already standing to gather your bags.

“So nothing?” you confirm.

“I’m so sorry, baby,” Rafe says, nudging your hand away when you try to grab your own suitcase. He tucks a tendril of hair behind your ear, loose from how many times you’d pulled your hair back and tugged it down and pulled it back again. “I think even if we paid these last-minute prices, nothing is going home in these storms. I’d hate for us to end up halfway, spending Thanksgiving at some airport hotel in Atlanta.”

You nod in understanding, and he can tell you’re mentally picturing it, adjusting your hold on the bag over your shoulder, attempting to keep your head high. “How dare you not control the weather, Rafe Cameron.”

“You know I would if I could,” he answers easily. “Are you okay?”

Waiting to fly home until only the day before Thanksgiving had been a risky move in general, but you had an important meeting yesterday you just couldn’t get out of. Big wigs flying in from other offices, with no regard to their employees’ travel plans over the holiday weekend. So flying out first thing Wednesday had been the best bet to make it just in time for Kelce’s party (while really pushing it—like, Rafe saw you put your makeup in your carry-on bag pushing it) and of course for the actual holiday. 

Rafe had been keeping an eye on the storms as soon as they’d been forecasted, hoping the reports would be wrong and you’d manage to make it anyway. Will had texted him a news clip and Rafe had downloaded so many weather apps it was ridiculous. And he didn’t want to worry you with any of this during the week of your presentation, but maybe managing your expectations would’ve broken the fall today.

Rafe didn’t much care for everything that came with being home for any holidays, and he already hates himself a little for the feeling of relief he knows he’ll get as soon as he lets Ward know he’s not coming. But he cared for you more than he cared about any of that. And you wanted to be home.

You shrug, biting your bottom lip in a way that screams self-preservation. The airport’s a zoo, people are yelling and babies are crying, announcements of cancellations and gate changes blast through the crackly speakers.

“I don’t know yet,” you answer. “But can we leave?” 

Rafe leans forward and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Let’s go home.”

—

On the drive home from the airport, the two of you picked the dogs right back up from where you had left them only a few hours ago, meant to stay with one of Rafe’s friends, Stephen, for the weekend.

It wasn’t until Rafe had tucked you in on the couch with a chunky knit blanket and one dog in your lap and the other at your feet that your walls finally started to come down. The realization must have began to sink in that this might be it this year—you, Rafe, Sadie and Captain on the couches, eating whatever take-out sounded the best and was actually open.

“I’m gonna call my mom,” you say to break the silence, digging for your phone in the pile of fur and yarn.

“Maybe… let’s start with your dad,” Rafe suggests gently, causing a tiny smile to force its way onto your face. He’s standing in front of you, and you take his hand when it reaches out toward you, giving it a grateful squeeze before turning back to your phone.

“She’s gonna call me as soon as he tells her anyway, and I just wanna get it over with,” you say certainly, squeezing his hand one more time before pressing your phone to your ear. 

Rafe waits before you as your mom answers the phone after only a few rings, not really sure what his best move might be, but knowing it wouldn’t be anything that takes him away from you.

“Mom,” you finally say, your face crumpling immediately. “Our flight got cancelled. No, we won’t make it. We tried so hard—there’s this stupid storm, Mom—”

You cut yourself off because of the lump in your throat, but Rafe doesn’t take the phone from you until you press it into his hand, walking off with Captain trailing behind you and Sadie watching you go over the back of the couch.

“Mrs. Y/l/n?” Rafe says, trying his best to be heard over her never-ending monologue. “It’s Rafe.”

“Rafe? What happened? What does she mean you aren’t coming?” your mom asks. Rafe can picture her, crystal clear, a hand on her hip in the dining room, wearing a cashmere sweater as she checks the table is perfectly laid for tomorrow’s festivities. “Ha! This is a joke. Was she joking?”

“No,” Rafe says. “I wish she was. But the airport was brutal. That storm is gonna nail the Carolinas all weekend, and there’s just no way we’ll get through it. I promise we tried everything, and we’re really gonna miss you guys this year.”

It’s quiet for a while on the other end, and all of his friends who were afraid of their girlfriends’ fathers should be glad they’ll never have to deal with Shannon. 

“I’m passing the phone to her father,” she finally says after a momentary silence. “I can’t hear this. Actually, I won’t.”

Rafe balks at this. “Wait—”

“Rafe? What’s going on?” 

Rafe sighs, rubbing a hand over his eyes. That now pointless early-morning wakeup was starting to get to him. “Hi. Mr. Y/l/n. I’m sorry. I don’t know how much you heard, but our flight got cancelled.”

Your dad hums, and Rafe can picture Will, too, probably in a pair of sweatpants and fresh off of a conference call, poking his head out of his office at the sound of your mom’s concern. He’s suddenly struck by the fact that he actually is gonna miss seeing both of them this weekend, prodding questions aside.

“I was really hoping you guys would miss the weather,” Will says, sounding a lot calmer than your mom at least. Rafe wonders if he hadn’t filled your mom in on this possibility either. 

“It sounds like everything going back East just collapsed. We can’t get in through Florida, Boston, New York. Anything, ” Rafe explains. He cranes his neck to hopefully see up the stairs, but you’d disappeared into the bedroom, so that’s where Rafe heads. “I swear I tried everything I could think of to get us out there, Mr. Y/l/n. It just isn’t happening.”

“I’m sure you did,” Will says. “Don’t worry about that. We’re gonna miss you both.”

“We’ll miss you, too,” Rafe says, his heart dropping when you emerge from the ensuite bathroom with tears still streaming down your face. 

“But really. Nothing?” Will presses, last-ditch effort evident in his tone. “I doubt the plane will be much help, but you know we’d spot your tickets.”

“And I might have actually let you if I could be sure it’d get us there,” Rafe says, welcoming you into his one open arm, pressing a kiss into your hairline when your hand grabs at his shirt. 

“Alright,” Will sighs. “Put my daughter on the phone now, would you?”

“Yes, sir.”

—

Rafe had barely left your side since the two of you returned home, letting you cry it out in his arms once you finished talking with your dad, not hearing any apology you had about your display of emotions, the fact that your stupid work commitment had been the catalyst for all of this.

And then fell asleep for a little, waking from the nap you had planned to be taking on the plane today after your ungodly wake-up time this morning only when you heard him on the phone with his own family. That phone call seemed a lot shorter and a lot less emotional than yours, so you knew he must have been talking to Ward.

“Are you a relieved at all?” you ask him, before you're even fully awake, picking at one of the buttons on his henley as he finished up his call. 

“Honestly?” he says, putting his phone on the side table by the bed before rolling onto his side and facing you. “Yeah, a little. But I’d rather deal with your mom’s friends asking us when we’re getting married than see you this upset.”

“I more meant with Ward.”

“Ward’s a known entity,” he says casually, but you know he’s probably glad to be off the hook. You hated traveling back home on your own, but you knew Rafe’s little storm cloud would reappear the moment you touched the dock. “I never had to deal with the Island Club ladies confronting me at the pharmacy and the grocery store about when I’m ‘finally settling down’ before you.”

“Maybe they’ll think we’re actively eloping instead,” you say. “I’ll post a beach picture so everyone thinks we’re in Hawaii or something.”

“Maybe you wear something white,” he says, tugging at the hem of your shirt. 

Silence stretches between the two of you, your jokes as a coping mechanism disappearing as quickly as they came. 

“How can I make it better, baby girl?” Rafe asks.

“Get your pilot license like you’ve been talking about for years so you can fly us through this storm before Kelce’s party tonight.”

“I texted him while you were asleep,” Rafe says. “I was gonna tell him to take it easy on you when you called to cancel, but he’s not gonna make it home either.” 

“No,” you say, propping yourself up on your elbow suddenly. “What?”

“Yeah,” Rafe confirms. “He did the same runaround. He told me he just barely made it onto a flight this morning, but they deplaned right before they were supposed to take off.” 

“Hmph,” you groan, the visual of your best friend alone in his high-rise apartment on his favorite day of the year making you feel even worse. You’ll have to call him eventually and bully his plans for the holiday out of him so you can make sure he’ll at least be treating himself to some nice take-out and calling his mom. 

None of this was right. You should all be three sheets to the wind at one of your favorite bars right now, or trying to sneak into Gretchen’s basement without a lecture from her dad that you’re all way too old for before the pregame. You should have spent the evening doing your makeup while Rafe sits on the tub in your bathroom and watches, fetching things from your suitcase when you need them, refilling your wine and nodding along to all of the island gossip you’d been able to catch up on. 

You should be gossiping in the kitchen with your mom, with Rose, with Sarah and Wheezie, while Rafe gets his fix of time with your father and serves his sentence of time with his own, respectively. Rafe should be whispering wisecracks about your little brother’s douchey boyfriend that’s somehow managed to hang around for this long in your ear during cocktail hour, and you should be shaking your head in disbelief as John B regales you with another insane story about his antics with his friends. 

You should have gotten out of that meeting, the one that went extremely well that you can’t even be happy about anymore. You knew Rafe wanted to ask about it, but after dinner with some higher-ups you’d raced home and thrown yourself into the last-minute packing before passing out.

You should be almost anywhere but where you are, but at least you’re still with Rafe.

“I know,” Rafe says. “I know it sucks. I wish I could fix it, baby.”

“Again, I find it so rude you can’t control the weather or fly us through it yourself. I’ll be sure to require that when I’m scouting for my next boyfriend,” you say. 

“And when might that be?”

“Probably after the holidays, when I have the time.”

You squeal when Rafe’s hands grab at your middle, his fingers digging in until you’re pressed as close to him as you can be. Captain jumps on the bed, worming his way in between you two.

“You say something so mean when you know I can’t be mad at you,” Rafe says against the shell of your ear. 

You giggle, humming contentedly when he presses a kiss to your neck. “You love me.”

“I do.” 

“So,” you say. 

“So,” he echoes. 

“We called our parents, you talked to Kelce,” you say.

“Did you text the girls?” he asks.

“Yeah,” you say, reaching for your phone and swiping through what had come in since you fell asleep. “And Dylan’s been blowing me up, so my parents must have told him.”

“At least we don’t have to sit through a meal with Everett,” Rafe says, cracking a smile at your offended look. “Come on. I’m sorry, but your brother’s boyfriend sucks.”

Everett does suck, and you’ll collect all of the silver linings where you can get them. No Ward, no Everett, no Chloe and no Griffin. 

“I wonder who would’ve had the guest house this year.”

“If your mom gave it to me again, we might have had to brave my dad’s,” Rafe says.

“What’d your dad say? On the phone earlier?”

“That he’ll miss us. He sends his best, said he knew you’d be upset,” Rafe says. “And that Rose will miss your pumpkin pie. I wanna call my sisters and John B tomorrow when they’re done with dinner.”

“Sounds like a plan,” you sigh, taking note of the rest of the texts from your friends, sending hearts and crying faces in the group chat when Topper complained about how the OBX is a ghost town this week and Blythe couldn’t join him later like they’d planned. He must have gone home earlier, what you wish you would’ve done. “We have to call Kelce, too. Maybe we can try to eat dinner at the same time with him on FaceTime.”

“Oh yeah. What do even wanna eat?” Rafe asks.

You groan, rolling onto your back. “My grandma’s peach pie.”

“Fuck,” Rafe answers. “I forgot about that.”

“It might be fun to do a small spread,” you venture to say. “I mean, I don’t know what the store will look like at this point. But do you think we could put something together?”

Rafe nods, and you can already see the grocery list forming in his head. He grabs the notepad he keeps beside the bed seconds later; your boyfriend might be the last person on earth who doesn’t use the app on his phone. “‘Course we can, even if we have to fight someone for the last sweet potato.” 

You sit up in excitement, an idea forming. “Should we invite people over?” 

Rafe raises his eyebrows, tapping the back of his pen against the pad. “Like who?”

“I don’t know. Anyone who’s around?”

“Sure,” he shrugs.

“Really? It’s okay if it’d be too much, we can totally just cook for two, or order in, or—”

“I love that you said ‘we’ can cook,” Rafe says. “You know you’re just going to take up counter space.”

You snatch the pad of paper out of his hands, hitting him on the arm with it. “I’ll set the table and straighten up the house, I promise.”

“And you’ll do it so well,” Rafe says, leaning in for a kiss. “I’m also putting you in charge of alcohol and rounding up the misfits.”

“I can do that,” you say, watching him continue to scrawl out ingredients for whatever he plans to cook while you take up counter space just like he said. 

You’ve been thinking all morning about how Stephen didn’t seem to have any plans this weekend, and about any of your local friends who also couldn’t get a flight out today. Even with a lot of them out of town, you’re hopeful you can partially fill up a table.

“Are we actually doing this, Rafe?”

“If I head to the store now, do you think you can call me with a headcount in the next hour? Do I need to get anything to help the table look pretty?”

“Yes. And no,” you say, already jumping up. “I have tons of stuff in the garage. I’ll just need help getting the boxes down. Oh, we might even get to bring in the extra chairs!”

“Then I think we’re doing this, Y/l/n.”

—

The two of you got barely any sleep last night. You’d shoved as many chairs as possible around your tiny dining room table, Rafe’s hand was cramping from the amount of potatoes he’d peeled, and you had several breakdowns about the tablescapes—and Rafe can’t remember the last time he had a better Thanksgiving. 

You’ve been practically buzzing around the house the last 24 hours, cleaning the entire house top to bottom, calling or texting anyone you could think of that might be alone today, handling any stressful part of this with the biggest smile on your face. 

Rafe doesn’t know how you managed to fill the table up as much as you did, to the point where one of your guests, Ms. Sanchez from two doors down—who always made sure to get your mail and water your plants while you were away—had to bring over a pair of extra chairs she had. Beside her is your friend from college Meredith, plus the guy she’s now dating, Henry. Beside them—and this one really threw Rafe for a loop, because he had no idea how you even managed to wrangle them—were two interns he used to work with during his time at Beau’s company, Sasha and Chase. They must have been as disinterested as you and Rafe were by the invite to Beau and Agnes’ gigantic, catered spread. Across the table is Stephen, who did in fact have nowhere to go today, and was extremely grateful to make the cut. 

“This is enough food,” you say out loud, taking into account everything Rafe had managed to whip up, plus any of the dishes others had brought. “This is enough food, right? Or should I run back out really quick and—”

“It’s enough, baby,” Rafe assures you. “If anything, your gigantic charcuterie gave us a nice cushion.”

Despite Rafe’s jokes, you had been a huge help in the kitchen today—about as huge as you could be before Ms. Sanchez, the first to arrive, had shooed you away and taken the metaphorical reins from Rafe’s hands. He was glad to give them, and he can’t even believe how much food they’d managed to fix up on such short notice.

“No, yeah, you’re right. It’s enough. There’s eight of us—this is plenty for eight. And thank god Meredith brought that champagne, or—”

The doorbell chimes again like it had been all day, the noise breaking through the sound of charmingly awkward small talk and the playlist you’d curated into the wee hours of the morning while Rafe finished following your pumpkin pie recipe. 

“I’ll get it,” you tell him, leaning up to press a kiss to his cheek, pulling back with your eyebrows furrowed. You readjust your hair, brushing invisible crumbs off of your sweater. “Although, I have no clue who it is at this point.”

“Tell them to pull up a chair,” Rafe says casually. He finishes stirring the mashed potatoes just in time to peek his head around the doorway leading out of the kitchen, just barely catching the look on your face when you open the door.

“What the hell?” you ask, your arms thrown around Kelce in a grip that looks bone-crushing a millisecond. “Why are you at my house? Why are you here?”

Kelce laughs, and Rafe catches his nod, a smile on his own face now. “You didn’t actually think you could do Thanksgiving without me, did you?”

“But how did you… what? Oh my god. Rafe, Rafe! Look who…” you trail off, and Rafe smiles proudly, accepting another kiss to the cheek once you tug Kelce into the kitchen. “You did this.”

“I mean…” he shrugs. Kelce doesn’t skip the decimated charcuterie board on his way into the kitchen, fist bumping Rafe only after collecting the last few pieces of cheese.

“Nailed it,” Kelce says. “But a little upset she didn’t cry.”

“If it helps, I don’t think she had any left in her after thinking about you ordering take-out all alone.”

You look between the two of them, shaking your head in disbelief as Kelce kisses your check. “How did you even get out here? I checked flights this morning. There’s still nothing.”

“Nothing going home. But there’s plenty of flights coming here,” Kelce says. “And your boyfriend even split the price for the extra legroom seat with me.”

You hug Kelce tightly one more time before you start the rounds introducing him to everyone around the table, and he slots in as easily as someone like Kelce would be expected to, finding a seat between Stephen and Ms. Sanchez and a full glass of wine in front of him in no time, still in his plane clothes and everything. 

Rafe wipes his brow with the towel over his shoulder, before shutting the timer off on the oven and pulling the last dish out. He hears you come back into the kitchen, not turning when he hears you re-enter the kitchen.

“I think we’re about ready to eat—”

Rafe’s nearly knocked off balance by the way your arms encircle his neck, and his next worry after regaining his footing is that you might be about to cry again. You’d been doing so well on tears this morning, but only after the obligatory FaceTimes with both of your families had came and went. 

“You,” you say simply, pulling back. “You made this the best back-up Thanksgiving ever.”

“Baby,” Rafe says shyly. “Everyone in there is all you.”

“But you made all of this food, and you even got Kelce here, and really, Chase and Sasha technically, and—”

“We,” Rafe amends. “Yeah?”

“We,” you agree, and Rafe can see it written all over your face. This won’t be the last time you host Thanksgiving, and it might not even be the last time you do it in this house. The two of you are gonna have a million chances to have days like this one, to invite anyone you care for, to make the best out of a really shitty situation.

You and Rafe were a family now; you’d been his home for years. 

There was no Thanksgiving Eve blowout to leave you severely hungover this morning, no unruly or annoying younger siblings to tame on behalf of your parents. No moments between you and Wheezie making his heart melt, or between him and his father the make him yearn for your touch cross the room.

But Rafe knows he’ll have a more solid answer the next time he’s home and one of your mom’s gossipy friends asks when he’ll finally get around to proposing. And he hopes you happen to be at his side, his answer already evident with the jewelry adorning your left ring finger.

“Rafe?” you say, passing a plate off to Meredith, who’d come into the kitchen to help set the table.

“Sorry,” Rafe says, shaking his head, leaning in for one last kiss. “What did you say?”

“I was just… my meeting. It went really well. And I wanna tell you about it after dessert, okay?” you ask.

“Baby, that’s great,” he says, reaching around you to hand Henry a few hot pads. “I wanna hear everything.”

“You will,” you say, grabbing the last basket of bread and Rafe’s hand. “Now let’s eat.”

[mrsmandalorian]

meeting your parents

--cowboy!joel x techie!f!reader

-one-shot in the city lights, country nights series

summary: a year into your relationship, your mother learns about your relationship with joel. she insists you bring him to dinner after you agree. joel gets rewarded for his good behavior, though.

series masterlist/main masterlist/word count: 3.4k

warning: 18+ mdni, reader is able-bodied, no outbreak AU,  pet names (baby, angel, darling), fluff!!!!, flirting, make-out, drinking, parental issues, talk of trauma, drinking, handsy make-out, oral sex (m receiving), sexual teasing, joel's southern charm 🥵

a/n: howdy, everyone! i hope all is well with everyone! i am super sorry for the delay in this. i hope you all enjoy it! comment, reblog, and like to show your love! i appreciate you all! much love 🫶🏼 maddie

It was common for you to have noon meetings during the week. These meetings ruined your lunch break and made the day go by longer. Your break was usually when you got to catch up with Joel and socials throughout the day, so this meeting ruined your vibe. 

You sighed in relief as your boss let you all out about ten minutes earlier than usual. Gathering all your items, you hurry to your little office and get out a little lunch from your bag. You grab your phone, planning to text Joel when you see your mother has tried to call you. After closing your office door, you call her back with a slight eye roll. 

Your relationship with your parents was okay, but you were very independent and broke many generational curses that disappointed your mother. Your mom was the type to try to set you up with all her friends, coworkers, and kids, and she wanted you to go to the University of Virginia like her and your father. You have never told her about Joel. The two of you have been together for almost a year now. You were not ashamed of your sweet and sexy cowboy at all. You just enjoyed the peace of them not knowing. Your parents were just tricky and old in their ways of thinking. That’s why you did not get along. 

“Hi, honey! I thought you would be on a lunch break, but I guess not,” she uttered as soon as she answered, causing you to shake your head. 

“Hi, Mom. I had a meeting during the first half of my lunch break. I'm just calling you back. How are you today?” you asked as you sat back in your chair. Your mom only calls every other week, usually to get gossip for her book club or country club women's group. Your apartment was about thirty minutes from their house, but you only went over once a month, if that. 

“I’m doing okay. Leanne just told me some interesting news,” you could hear the fake grin on her face as she spoke. “It was about you.” Why the hell would she know anything about you?

“Oh really? What did she have to say?” You hesitantly asked her as you sat up, wondering what her friend had news about you. 

“She was telling me about how she was on your side of town going grocery shopping because there were better prices on fruit and vegetables there. She ran into her old construction worker, and once she got to the check-out line, you were there with him checking out two lanes down all lovey-dovey.” She began her speech on ‘how could you’ as you started to fidget your fingers across the top of your desk. “Hello, are you there?” 

You slowly take a deep breath before you respond to her. “I’m here. Yes, he’s my boyfriend,” giving her a short response was the best you could do right now as your stomach turned. 

“Boyfriend? How old is he? Leanne says that he has kids! Honey, you are only twenty-five years old! You don’t need to be with some older man and some woman’s kids.” She nagged back at you, and your fingers were immediately at the end of the call button. 

“Mother, whenever you find the time to be respectful and happy for me, you can call me back, and we can discuss Joel.” You say as you finally hit the end call button and let out a shaky breath. You sit back in your chair, wishing you could simply disappear to your country heaven. 

It took her three days to call you back. You almost did not answer, but your drive to the ranch was on a Friday evening. I was hoping you would lose the phone service anyway. 

“Hello, sweetie. I am sorry for how I reacted the other day,” she started the talk in a sweet apologetic tone. It caused you to wish you had not answered. 

“I’m not saying I forgive you because you said very unfair things about Joel the other day.” You replied quickly as you continued to drive farther away from the city. 

“I know. I judged a book by the description and cover. I am sorry, sweetie.” She lets out another apologetic plea. “I was calling to apologize for my behavior, but also invite you and Joel for dinner at the house on Sunday if you are both free. Your father and I would like a chance to meet him.” 

You bite your lips as she speaks and tap your fingers along the steering wheel. “ I will have to talk to Joel about it. I’ll let you know by tomorrow morning.” 

The rest of your conversation was short as she tried to catch up with you a little. Because of her old manipulative ways, you knew not to play too much into her games, but she was still your mother. You eventually lose service before you get to the ranch, so you end the call. You try to relax a little before you pull into the driveway as you roll down the windows, enjoying the cool breeze. 

The drive past the ranch gates was quiet; usually, you could see someone out in the pastures. You pull into your regular parking spot and still cannot see anyone around. 

Sassy comes running the house from the direction of the barn, barking at you. She let you give her some quick love but started herding you towards the barn. “Alright, I’m coming,” you say to the dog as you follow her directions. As you come around the side of the house, you see Joel waiting for the two of you to join him with a smirk. 

You noticed he was covered in dirt and sweat when you approached him. His black T-shirt helped hide some dirt, and his large biceps peeked out. His large, dirty hand was wrapped around a cold yellow can of Coors. “Howdy, sweetheart,” he greets you with a gentle hand around your waist, pulling you into a small peck. He didn’t show much affection because Ellie and Tommy sat with him. It all looked like they had a rough day.

“You guys just slacking off and drinking today?” You joked with them as you pulled away from Joel to hug Ellie. You reached up to wipe some dirt off her chin like a mother. Ellie and your relationship was something you worked hard for. She gave you hell, but you won her over reasonably quickly. Her protectiveness over Joel was the biggest obstacle, but she accepted you in her small circle after seeing how you cared for and loved him. 

She jokingly pulls away in disgust, which makes you roll your eyes dramatically. You hear the sound of a cooler opening as you turn towards Tommy, yellow jacket in hand. He nods and gives you a beer, “Evening, city girl. I would hug you, but your old man decided to work my ass off,’’ he jokes with his giant smile and southern drawl. If you had not found Joel and Mariah wasn't in the picture, you could picture yourself with Tommy. You lift your beer to the two men (Ellie is still a senior in high school, but Joel told her she had to wait till she graduated to drink with them) as you all take a sip of the beer. 

“As much as I would love to sit here and drink beer all night. I need to go get ready for my hot date,” Tommy says as he finishes his beer in two big gulps. He lets out a loud belch as he grabs his cooler and puts it in the back of his truck. “I will see you guys in the morning. Call Ellie if you need anything. I will not answer if you call me.” 

You all chuckle as he waves and drives off down the driveway. The three of you all chat while you finish cleaning up the stables; then Ellie says she’s going to her room to shower so she can go into town later. 

Joel gently pulls you into his chest as the two of you watch her walk up to the big house. “You look mighty pretty today, little lady, but you seem tense. Let me help you with that.” He whispers into your ear as he moves your hair. Joel cups one side of your cheek as he pulls into a passionate kiss, pulling away slightly with a smirk and then going back in. He starts kissing down your neck, to the collar of your shirt, and to your ear. His wandering hands move from your waist to your bottom, kneading your ass. He held you still and gently guided you against the wall as he continued to kiss and let his hand wander. 

“I need to,” you stopped, letting out a small moan as he started to move his hands under your shirt. “I need to talk to you about something, Miller.” You couldn’t help but bring it up as it weighed heavy on you. You wanted to go ahead and get it over with, then ride your cowboy from sunset into the night.

Joel quickly stops his movements as his body eases off you gently, his concerned brown eyes meet yours. “What is it, darling?” He asked as he rubbed his hands gently on your hips, his eyes scanning your face for an answer to what could be wrong. 

“My mother called,” you say as you lay your hands on his chest. “She has invited us to dinner on Sunday. Her friend saw us together the other day and spilled the beans. We don’t have to go through.” 

“Why won’t we go? I mean, it’s been a year now,” he rubs your shoulders to reassure you that everything will be okay. “It would be nice to meet the parents who made me my favorite person.”

“She said some ugly things on the phone about our relationship. I made her call me and apologize for it,” you quickly tell him as you bite your lip, waiting for his response. 

He runs his thumb across your cheek as his brown eyes intensely meet yours. “I’m happy that you stood up for us. We can go, baby. I will just blow their socks off with my Southern charm,” he whispers as he kisses your forehead. Joel was insecure about never being good enough for you but never worried about other people’s opinions on your relationship, especially the age gap. 

“I’m sure you will,” you mumble back as you lean into him to give him a heartfelt kiss. “Now, we can resume our activities, cowboy.” 

Sunday evening came too quickly for your liking. You and Joel drove into the city together, and Joel drove your little sedan, which was always cute. You pull into your parent’s driveway with a slight groan escaping your lips. Joel’s hand gently rubbed your thigh, comforting you, “We got this, darling.”

Joel dressed more than usual in a solid button-up shirt rolled up to his forearm with nice dark jeans. You wore a simple dress that made you guys almost late whenever Joel saw you in it. 

Joel takes the lead as he gets out, opens your door, and helps you out of the car. He holds your hand as you both walk up to the door.  You ring the doorbell and look at him quickly with a small smile. He squeezes your hand and slightly winks as the door swings open, revealing your father. 

There is silence as your father awkwardly stares down at Joel, which causes you to stop breathing for a second. Joel breaks the silence as he lets go of your hand and puts it out for your father to shake: “Good evening, sir. I’m Joel Miller.”

Your father glances at his hand and shakes it hard. “Nice to meet you, Joel. Please don’t call me sir; we are too close in age for that. I’m Dave.” He says it almost as a joke and moves out of the way to let you in. You give Joel an eye roll about the comment as he walks in with his hand on the small of your back. 

“Dad, don’t be a dick,” you say as your mother walks into the room. She looks horrid at what you just said but gives Joel a small smile.

“Hello Joel, it’s so nice to meet you finally. I’m Tracy. Our daughter has been keeping you hidden,” she jokes beside your father, then gives you a death glare to behave. The tension in the room was giving you significant anxiety as you fidgeted your fingers as you all walked into the living room. “Would either of you like to drink? Dave could get you a beer or whiskey, whatever you like.” 

Joel looked calm and collected as he sat beside you on the couch. Your mother sat across from the two of you on a decorative chair. “Thank you. I’ll take a whiskey,” Joel responded as he smiled back at your mother. Your father started rambling about his whiskey collection, and Joel entertained it. He was putting that Southern charm to work tonight. 

The tension faded as you all sat at the table in the dining room, which your mother had beautifully decorated for the night. You helped her serve all the food. Joel tried to help, but you told him to return to entertaining your dad. 

As you help your mom in the kitchen, “I like him. I’m sorry that I judged him too early,” she says as she finishes plating the last dish. “I’m happy he makes you happy. I think I was just hurt that you kept it a secret.” 

You smile at your mom as she does a genuine behavior. She was lovely, but she could be very fake with her friends. “I’m happy you like him, Mom. He’s pretty okay,” you joked as you hugged her quickly. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. I have no excuse for it.” 

“I can’t blame you either, honey. I didn’t tell my parents about your father until we moved in together. They were pissed when we got married three months later,” she giggles as you carry out plates to the table. 

Everyone starts eating as you all make small talk amongst each other. 

“The dinner is excellent, Tracy. Thank you guys for inviting us over for dinner,” Joel says after he wipes his face off with his napkin and then places it on his lap again. The two of you had been playing footsie under the table all night as you sat across from one another. You also took your shoe off and teased his crotch every once in a while, which caused you to get a stern look from Joel. 

“You are more than welcome, Joel. I’m so happy you guys are here,” your mom says back to him, smiling happily. The southern charm was still heavy as Joel won everyone over more and more, especially your dad—even the discussion of going to a University of Texas football game next season and a visit to the ranch soon. 

“Joel, if you don’t mind me asking, I heard from my friend that you have children. How old are they?” your mom asks as she finishes her meal. She seems genuine with her question, and there are no games. 

“I don’t at all. They are one of my favorite topics to discuss besides your daughter. I have two daughters, Sarah and Ellie. They are both seniors at the high school in the closest town to the ranch. Sarah comes from my previous relationship; her mom left us when she was two. Ellie is my not legally adopted daughter, and she is a spitfire. Ellie’s parents should burn in hell for how they were treating her. Luckily, she and Sarah were close enough for her to say something, and we could help her,” Joel spoke, and it made you want to get emotional as he talked with such love for his girls. They are his world and mean everything to him; he will do everything for them if they let him. 

“Aw, I’m sorry for the hardship of being a single parent. It is hard, I bet,” your mom says as she gives him a small smile. 

“My brother, Tommy, and his wife, Mariah, have been there for me as I am with them. This little lady has been heaven-sent as the girls get older and more challenging. Changing the diapers is easy, but feelings and relationship trouble are more challenging,” Joel jokes as his brown eyes meet yours with a grin. He reached across the table to your hand and held it briefly.  

Dessert was served, and the men drank one more drink as they helped wash the dishes in the kitchen. It was finally time to start heading back home. Your parents walked you out and gave you both hugs and farewells. 

Joel gently held your hand as he walked with you to the side of the car. He helps you in with a squeeze of your ass out of sight of your parents. As Joel pulls the car out of the driveway, you wave back to your smiling parents. 

“They loved you and your charm, handsome,” you look over at him with a smirk. “I think you deserve a reward for your good work.” You slide your hand over his clothed crotch, which earned a low groan from Joel.

“Are you trying to wreck us, darling?” He asks you with a chuckle and bats your hand away from him. “Either wait till we get away from the street lights or get home.”

“What if I didn’t do either,” you teased him as you slowly slid your hand back over his crotch. You bite your lower lip and palm him gently as you bat your eyelashes at him. 

“You better, or your ass is grass when we get home,” he grumbles as he bats your hand away. “You only have to wait ten minutes. I don’t want to get pulled over with my dick out.”

The next ten minutes were full of you teasing Joel as he got more and more sexually frustrated with you. As soon as the city lights went out of sight and pastures started, Joel gave you a stern look. “You have been teasing me all fucking night with that damn dress and your under-the-table activities. You will be punished for that,” he sternly tells you as you get an idea to get yourself out of trouble. 

“Or,” you dramatically drag the R as your hands slide back over to Joel’s clothed erected crotch. “I could reward and ask for your forgiveness now.” You trusted Joel that he could handle driving if you continued to pleasure him, and you would stop if not.

He lets out a shaky breath as you start to unbutton and unzip his jeans. You spit into your hand as you begin to pump his cock in a rhythm that makes him groan loudly. Eventually, after your hand starts to sting, you lean over and take him in your mouth. 

“Fuck, darling,” he lets out as his non-driving hand entangles your hair, gently pushing your head in rhythm as you are going in. “You’re going to make me come, angel.”

You continue to bobble your head down as your tongue glides against him, with some extra pressure applied that causes him to grip your hair a little harder. His quick breaths come a little sooner than you thought. You work him a little harder as you meet his brown eyes with big eyes. 

“I’m about to come, darling. Do you want to swallow?” he asks as he tries to calm down to give you time to answer. You nod and make an agreeing noise as you continue. Shortly, white ropes are shot into your mouth as Joel’s moans meet your ears. “Fuck, good girl.” He reaches down and cups your cheek as you pull up. “Just wait till we get home, little lady.”

“Oh, I can’t wait, sir,” you giggle back as his hand wanders under the skirt of your dress. He runs his thumb over your clothed pussy, which causes you to spread your legs. Joel teases you until you pull into the driveway. 

“You better get inside and on all four in about two minutes,” he warns you as he parks the car with a smirk. 

Luckily, the girls were away at a friend’s house because the two of you had a very energetic night from the couch to the bathroom shower. Joel’s Southern charm worked for him and worked with everyone, especially you. 

thank you for reading!let me know what you think!🤍

[taytrashmouth]

hi! can I please make a request if they are open? prompt 27: “You are everything to me! Don’t you see that!?” with Peeta? maybe some angst (followed by fluff) when he returns home to his partner after he and Katniss stage their relationship during the first hunger games film?

thank you, hope you had happy holidays! :)

I love this!!!! Requests are open!

I had a great holiday season! I hope yours were great too and that you are having a good new year. 🩷😁

Sorry for the delay!!!!!

Prompt 27: you are everything to me! Don’t you see that?

My heart was racing and my head was spinning as I waited for Peeta to get home. I knew he would have to make a speech in the square but I wanted to see him in person.

I don’t know how to feel. The boy I’ve loved since kindergarten was sent to die before I could tell him how I felt. I was sure he knew, and that he felt the same way. But after I saw him and katniss on tv I wasn’t so sure.

I waited until after he’d seen his family to meet him by the lake.

I saw him walking towards me and I let out a breath I’d been holding in since the reaping. Tears escaped your eyes and I couldn’t help but run up to him and crush him in a hug. He hugged back tightly.

“You’re here, you’re okay.” I spoke more to yourself than him.

“I’m here.” He whispered back.

I pulled apart and examined his face, looking at the small cuts and faded scars.

“I missed you.” I let out.

“Me too…more than anything.”

I almost smiled. But I couldn’t, not with the way he left.

I was taken to the room where I could say goodbye. I ran in and hugged him, like it was the last…because it was.

I was crying and so was he. “It’s gonna be okay,” I told him, not sure of my words. He shook his head.

“You have to win.” I practically begged. “Please.” I’ve never sounded so small.

“I’ll try…for you.” He spoke. Examining my features. I heard the peacekeepers knocking on the door signalling that I should leave. I hugged him tightly again and whispered I love you in his ear.

He didn’t know that I really meant it. I kissed his cheek and he looked at me with a look I’d never seen before. He brushed my hair behind my ear and leaned in and just as our lips brushed the peacekeepers ripped me away, kicking and shouting.

I looked at him now, his eyes far away.

There was a moment of silence before he pulled me back into a hug. Brushing his fingers through my hair.

“I brought you something.” He let out when he finally let go.

“What?” I ask in slight confusion.

He reached into his pocket and took out a jewelry box. I smiled slightly. He was sent to the capital to die, and he had time to buy me a gift.

I opened it and it was a necklace with silver roses twisted along the chain and at the end was a P.

I felt like crying it was so thoughtful and gorgeous.

“I don’t know what to say, Peeta it’s beautiful.” I smiled at him. “Thank you.”

He gestured for me to turn around and I did, moving my hair aside as he put the necklace on.

I turned back to him. I had to ask, I wouldn’t be able to pretend everything was fine.

“Do you love her?” I asked, feeling hurt all over again.

“Who? Katniss?”

I nodded.

“No…they made us do it, haymitchs idea. We had to pretend to get sponsors.” He explained.

I nodded, not convinced.

“What?” He asked knowing there was something wrong.

“It seemed real.” I shrug.

“I was doing what I had to…n/n please believe me.” He was upset.

“What about that story, the first day of school, you said you’d liked her your whole life,” I spoke, staring to get teary.

“It wasn’t true…not entirely anyway,” he sighed.

“Not entirely? What does that even mean?”

“I was describing you!” He let out, tears in his eyes too. He couldn’t loose you.

“What?” I whispered.

“You wore a yellow dress to the first day of school….” He whispered back. “The only thing that was about her in that story was the singing.”

I was struggling to believe he’s liked me for longer than I have. I was struggling to believe he liked me at all.

I shook my head. Tears on my cheeks, I just wanted my best friend back and now it was complicated.

He grabbed my shoulder and made me look at him.

“You always wore your hair down, even when it was hot. You sat on the swings everyday after school waiting for your brother to walk you home. Your favourite colour has been green since I met you.” He rambled and I couldn’t believe it.

“You are everything to me don’t you see that!” He basically yelled.

“I love you.” He whispered and held the sides of my face.

“I love you too.” I smiled through my tears, happy ones.

He kissed me so passionately it felt like I was on cloud 9.

“I’ve been waiting over a decade for that.” He whispered in my ear like it was a secret.

“Me too.” I whispered back.

He kissed me again more gently this time.

[anashins]

hi there! happy new year (even though it’s already 1 week in haha) I was hoping I could make a request for a jealous pouty bf! jaehyun when you say you have a girls night instead of going out with him on his off day and it just leads to smut hehe you do your magic 😍✨

Pairing: Jaehyun x Reader

Genre: fluff, smut

Word Count: 1k

Summary: Jaehyun doesn't quite understand the term "girls' night out" and tries to delay your departure only for a few minutes.

A/N: I work through these mostly chronically, so HNY to you too (with a delay), anon! I hope you like it 💖 

“Do I have to repeat it?” You stood in front of your boyfriend, hands on hips. “Look at you, a man. And now look at me, a woman. One of us does not belong to a ‘girls’ night out’, and - spoiler alert - it’s not me.”

Jaehyun groaned in frustration and rolled around on your bed while you were sitting in front of your dressing table, finishing your makeup. You were already running late because he had decided to surprise you since his remaining schedules got canceled for today. Sadly, your boyfriend hadn’t expected you to have been spontaneously invited out with your friend group.

“Even if I wear a wig and a dress?”

“Even if you wear a wig and a dress.”

He groaned again and you rolled your eyes with a slight smile on your face, watching Jaehyun’s reflection in the mirror as he braced his arms against the mattress and met your gaze, his bottom lip coming forward in a pout. “But it’s my first evening off in two weeks!”

“I know. And I promise, when we’re finished at god knows what hour, I will come over to your place, alright?”

“But I might be asleep by then.”

“Then I’ll wake you up.”

“Hm,” he grumbled.

You put the makeup brush back in the stack, stowed the eyeshadow palettes and powders before giving yourself one last look to check whether you were satisfied with the outcome. Then, you spun around on your chair to face Jaehyun. “I’m really sorry. I’ll make up for it another time, right?” You paused. “What?”

“When do you have to go?” His face had suddenly darkened and you wondered what had caused the sudden downfall of his already moody attitude.

“Actually…” You looked at your phone. “Now.”

“No.” Your boyfriend got up and approached you, fingers on his belt, and before you realized what he was even doing, he had already undone the button of his jeans.

“What do you think you’re doing?” you wanted to know, stepping backwards until your hips hit the dressing table. 

“I have the perfect solution for our problem.” Jaehyun grinned, grabbing you by your waist and placing you on the table’s surface before he bent down and started kissing the side of your neck. “We’re just going to antedate what I’ve planned for later.”

“But…” You swallowed, torn between going right now and letting him continue seducing you. When he reached the swell of your breasts that were especially toned today because of your dress’ deep neckline, it dawned on you that they had most likely been the reason for his sudden change in attitude. “I’m already running late.”

When Jaehyun hooked his fingers into the straps and slowly slid them down, exposing your entire chest, you decided that your friends could wait only a little longer and helped him out of his own shirt.

“No bra today?” 

“Didn’t go with the dress,” you confirmed. “And it would be easier for you to take off later.”

“I like the way you act so presciently.”

“I think a few minutes of delay is fine,” you muttered into Jaehyun’s ear, feeling his palms trailing up your naked thighs and disappearing under your dress.

“I’ll do it fast,” he promised with a snicker, searching for the waistline of your panties with the tip of his fingers before sliding them along your legs until they dropped to your feet like his own jeans and boxers. “Fast, but right.”

Jaehyun pressed his palms into your back and reclined your upper body before he dedicated his tongue to your nipples that were sitting high and sturdy on the top of your ruffled dress as though only having waited for an invite. He licked over your peaks in alternation before he started sucking on them, causing you to prop up your arms against the table and let out a loud moan.

With his hips, he forced your thighs wider open only to see that you were already welcoming him with your wetness. Thus, it only took Jaehyun a single, long push until he was all sheathed inside of you. Before he started to thrust though, and he wouldn’t begin slowly as you assumed, you detached your hands from the surface and slung them around your boyfriend’s neck for better support.

He took this moment to look you lovingly in the eyes and pressed his lips onto yours, silently apologizing for ruining the mood earlier in the same breath.

You accepted his apology when he started with slow, shallow thrusts, his lips still on yours. You forgot what he had been even moody about when he dropped his head to your shoulder and started picking up his pace. In the end, you even lost interest in the girl’s night out when the dressing table began to shake and rattle as he was forcefully thrusting into you, knocking stacks of brushes over the edge that then spread all over the ground.

Jaehyun’s fingers were clutching onto the table so hard, his knuckles turned white when he came with a groan, only slightly biting into your shoulder, but still hard enough for you to have to explain the marks to your friends later.

Throwing your head back while cumming yourself, you started to actually regret too that you were spending tonight out with your girls and weren’t able to do this again and again. But it gave a good enough reason to come home only much earlier.

With shaky legs, you descended from the table with your boyfriend’s support who was smirking confidently after inspecting your state.

“Shut up,” you playfully urged. “I already told myself that I’m gonna leave earlier than intended.”

“Good.”

Jaehyun helped you fix your outfit by sliding up your straps, tugging down the dress and checking your hair before you took your bag and moved to the door.

“Wait!” Jehyun called out before you left. “Didn’t you forget something?”

You tilted your head. “I already gave you a goodbye kiss.”

“Well, I didn’t mean that. But I mean…” He held a scrap of fabric up between his fingers. “This.”

It was your panties.

[quitealotofsodapop]

was thinking about SWK JTTW stone egged au and had some kinda angsty shadowpeach ideas! sorry for the long ask in advance, love you're ideas <3<3<3 no one in heaven realized that 5 phases could trigger the stone egg process, and neither did the monkeys, but Macaque coming around and giving Wukong company and food kept it from triggering. but then their falling out happens. without Macaque to keep the isolation+lack of food+being in the ground from triggering the stone egg creation process Wukong starts cooking up a kid.

when the time comes for the JTTW Wukong has only had an egg cooking for roughly 450 hundred years so the egg isn't done. Wukong knew his body was doing something but he didn't know what, he gets released to find himself with a slight baby bump and he and his new master are very confused. he ends up spending his journey pregnant, and is not the most happy with it at first but grows far too attached to his potential infant to risk losing the egg. this actually has the affect of making Wukong more determined to change, for the sake of giving his infant a better life. he also ends up keeping his stone egg as much a secret as possible due to the enemies he has that may try to take advantage of this.

his encounter with Macaque goes much the same as it does in the og JTTW/canon LMK, but in this version Wukong doesn't get the chance to tell him he's with child. Macaque unknowingly does/tries to do something that would ultimately harm if not kill the egg, Wukong panicks and unable to dodge in time attacks and hits Macaque just a little too hard in the side of the head. wukong is torn between feeling horrid for killing his best friend/mate, but knows that if he had let anything happen to his egg he'd never forgive himself for it. even if Macaque didn't know he's not sure he'd be able forgive him either if something happened to the egg.

due to being brought out of the ground early the remaining development for the stone egg happens slower over the next couple of centuries, meaning the pregnancy lasts well after the end of his journey. (when the samahdi fire splitting happens he's the only one wearing armor despite being the most immortal person present not to protect himself but in hopes it would protect the egg). this leads to time passing in a way that means he's on the verge of popping during the canon s1-s3 of lmk. the others find out pretty quickly why exactly Wukong was "retired", and much like his brothers from his journey keep him from doing anything too dangerous. there was much fussing over him after the spider queen's attack due to his power being drained like that. Wukong also has a lot of mixed emotions about Macaque returning in s1.

Wukong ends up finally having his egg between s3-s4, leaving his infant in MK's hands during the s4 debacle.

but Macaque only ends up finding out Wukong was in the process of having a kid during/after the s3 special. I'm currently thinking if it would be good for him to find out because MK warned him to be careful when fighting a possessed Wukong, not just for his own sake, but to be weary of hurting the stone egg so close to term. and macaque's just like, "the what" but doesn't have the chance to ask questions before the fight, and he has a lot of questions

oooo

Guess this makes the infant in the Stone Egg somehow bith older and younger than the main cast. Guess this makes it the "slow boiled stone egg au" XD

Macaque accidentally delaying the process by feeding and interacting with Wukong before their official breakup.

Wukong spending the Journey getting hit by all the symptoms of pregnancy during those 9-14 years. Many foes back off just by the tired firey glare in the King's eyes.

Wukong wanting to tell Macaque whats happening, but the current conflict being too dangerous. Macaque dying, whether by Wukong's hand or other, and being dragged away into Diyu by eerie blue chains...

Wukong never managed to tell Macaque about the Egg in that lifetime.

Wukong spending the next hundreds of years in isolation while his egg *slow-bakes*. He's convinced that the Egg's presence at the Samadhi Fire was what caused the Rings to Split and hit Ao Lie. He blames himself for centuries believing that his body subconciously draining life force of others is what ultimately killed his friends, even if the actual cause was from something like old age or battle.

By isolating himself, he accidentally causes his body to *turn down the heat* and extend the process even longer.

And ofc the whole debacle with MK getting created. The little Monkey Kid was super inconvienent for the king to care for - he geniunely believed that keeping MK whilst the Stone Egg was still draining life force could kill the cub. So SWK is forced to give the little toddler up to save his life.

When him and MK finally reunite, its a little awkward but MK immediately understands the reason for the Monkey King's retirement.

MK, meets SWK: "Whoa! The Monkey King!!! Why did you-" Wukong: *looks ready to pop. fur is a mess, is wearing pyjamas.* MK: "...OH!" Wukong: "Yeah." MK: "Um... congrats? Who's the other parent?" Wukong: "There isn't any. I'm making it on my own." MK, thinking its a bad breakup situation: "oh ok. I guess you're owed some long-overdue paternity leave, huh?" Wukong, gritted smile: "You have no idea."

MK only asks about the schematics on the Egg after Wukong makes a comment about being "like this longer than even Lao Tzu's mother". He returns to Pigsy's that evening silent with a horrifed look on his face.

New Years does not go smoothly. The Spider Queen can sense that theres a new life within the King, but she decides its an issue for after the takeover.

DBK frees himself, not only from the fear of losing his wife and his son, but also out of fury that Wukong had been hiding his condition for so long!! Any resentment surrounding the Bull's imprisonment is forgiven due to a certain offer...

DBK: "Don't be so relieved simian. The only reason you still breathe is because of your condition-" Wukong: "Hey, wanna be their godfather?" DBK: "I WOULD BE HONORED, DEAR XIANDI!"

PIF demands a proper baby shower when she hears about it from her excited husband later.

Macaque has... suspicions when he and Wukong finally meet again in S1. He makes a comment about the king being "out of shape", but becomes concerned when his Sun refuses to fight in any way that leaves his stomach exposed.

"The Shadow Play" becomes more a plan to trap the Monkie Kid gang for answers. MK spills the beans. Macaque stares blankly for a minute before yelling in frustration. It's too much emotional baggage to process right now! Then ofc he gets kidnapped by the Mayor and is forced to work for LBD - now with the additional threat that she will harm the Stone Egg if Macaque fails her again...

Wukong still falls to LBD's possession. She tries to offer protection for the Stone Egg in exchange for the world - but Wukong refuses to answer and gets the drop on him.

Macaque breaks the King from his possession by casually placing a curious hand on his swollen stomach, smiling in a way Wukong hadn't seen in centuries. "I know," is all that is said as the two monkeys allow their foreheads to touch.

LBD is unexpectedly destroyed by the Stone Egg itself. She did not count upon the Egg recognising her as a yummy source of spirtual energy as she was possessing it's parent. LBD soul is literally devoured as the Stone Egg responds to Wukong and Macaque's reconcillation. MK is a little disturbed, but glad that the demoness is gone-gone.

Until the newly unpossessed Monkey King doubles over in pain and cries for the Bodhisattva to help him. Guanyin is on the scene in seconds, glaring at her little brother angrily. Half the gang stare jaws dropped at what is happening while the rest are panicking.

After many hours of painful labor with Macaque clutching his hand for support, Wukong *finally* greets his baby for the first time.

Her dark fur is hard to ignore. As well as the ice-blue eyes that stare between the two monkeys with wonder. And the little excited chirps she makes that sing the tune of Wukong's favorite songs. Everyone in the Monkie Kid gang, the Demon Bull family, and any present celestials are crying with joy.

Yuebei Xing is celebrated across the many Realms as the first Stone Monkey to be born from a Stone Egg in milennia. Gold Star comes down from Heaven in person to bless her arrival.

Then S4 happens and puts some speed bumps in shadowpeach's makeup in raising the little newborn chaos monkey. Her eye lazers come in a little later than expected... singeing Azure Lion's fur as he goes to take the Jade Emperor's throne. All present, including members of the Brotherhood, laugh at the coincidence.

Yuebei's whole family are willing to *destroy* the divine animals if even dare touch a single hair on her little head.

The retrieve Yuebei after they enter the palace and see the three usurpers beaten to a pulp. The infant monkey rolling around on her butt as she giggles. Azure begs the crew to "please take her back".

Wukong and Macaque are so proud of their super-delayed baby girl. :3

[sequinsmile-x]

Even Statues Crumble if They’re Made to Wait - Part 4

She can't stop thinking about the fact she isn't even meant to be here. That she's still supposed to be at home on maternity leave instead of sitting in a church in Colorado wondering if she'd ever see her husband or her little girl again.

A Minimal Loss AU with a Young Hotchniss twist.

Part 4/4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Hi friends,

Sorry for the slight delay on this last part. Work has been kicking my ass this week (the return to corporate Vic after Era's Tour Vic was a rough one haha) but I really hope you like this last part of this.

I got an ask on here asking if I'd consider making this a little universe of its own - and it specifically mentioned this version of them going through LoFi/Mayhem and Demonology. Let me know if that's something you'd like to read because I *love* writing young them, and would use the opportunity to do flashbacks to get more detail about their life together.

As always, let me know what you think <3

-x-

Words: 3.7k

Warnings: Injury/canon typical injury

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September 2004

“I just don’t see it.” 

Emily chuckles as she sips her cocktail, the burn of the tequila at the back of her throat satisfying as she shakes her head at Penelope.

“Well, we’ve been married almost 11 years,” she says, smiling as she thinks about her husband, how he was already on his way to pick her up from the bar because he didn’t want her to get a cab home, and she feels her cheeks warm up with her love for him, “So I don’t know what to tell you, Pen.”

Penelope sighs as she shakes her head, resting her chin on her hand as she looks intently at Emily, “You’re just…so different.” 

JJ laughs, smiling wryly when they both look over at her, “Trust me, the longer you get to know them, the more it makes sense,” she says, her smile only getting wider when Emily narrows her eyes at her, “What? I was confused as hell when I met you too. I thought Rossi was kidding when he said you were Hotch’s wife.” 

Emily rolls her eyes and has another sip of her drink, “David Rossi is prone to exaggerating.” 

“Exactly,” JJ says, “So when he told us Hotch’s wife was a spy at Interpol we thought he was lying.”

“I am not-”

“You’re a spy?” Penelope asks, her eyes wide as she looks back and forth between her new friends. She’d suggested this night out to JJ a few days ago, trying to get used to her new job and the people around her, and JJ had in turn suggested inviting Emily. It was only when they got here she realised Emily was her new boss's wife. 

“I am not, never have I been, a spy,” Emily says, raising her eyebrow at JJ, unable to stop her smile as she shakes her head before she turns her attention back to Penelope, “I used to work in intelligence gathering at Interpol-”

“Spy.” JJ fakes a cough to cover what she’s saying, her smile wider when Emily carries on as if she hasn’t interrupted her. 

“I recently transferred to the FBI in the counterterrorism team.” 

Penelope tilts her head curiously, “Not the BAU?”

Emily smiles, sighing as she shrugs, “Hopefully one day. But there was some concern about me working for Aaron. I guess I have to prove myself first.” 

She knew Aaron was furious when his request to add her to his team was denied. Gideon had certainly had something to do with it, his doubt in Aaron’s ability to be level-headed when it came to Emily well known. She was angry too since she’d had her hopes up about joining the team, but she was happy to take it one step at a time. 

“Did you work abroad when you were a spy?”

Emily smiles at her new friend, “No. I did domestic intelligence only. I was offered a covert role in Tuscany, but I would have been away for months, potentially years,” she smiles wryly, her cheeks going pink as she thinks about her husband again, “I didn’t want to spend that much time away from Aaron.” 

“Oh that is so cute,” Penelope exclaims, seemingly waiting until Emily takes a sip of her drink before she carries on, “So, when are you going to have kids?” 

Emily does a spit take, choking as she covers her mouth to stop it from going anywhere. She feels her cheeks flame in embarrassment as JJ and Penelope laugh at her. 

“One day,” she says simply, unable to fight her smile at the thought of it, “We’re not in any rush. We always said we wanted plenty of time just the two of us before we started having them.” 

It was something they both knew they wanted but they both wanted to be more established in their careers first. She knew some people found it odd, especially since they’d married so quickly, but it was right for them. As soon as she had children she’d prioritise them, make sure they were at the centre of her world and that they knew it. She wouldn’t stop working, she wasn’t sure she ever could, but she’d make sure she was home as much as possible. It was why she wanted to be part of the BAU as soon as she could be, well aware that both she and Aaron couldn’t be once they had a baby. 

She hears the bell over the bar’s front door ring and she turns, her smile getting wider as she spots Aaron walking in. She jumps down off of her stool, only realising how tipsy she is when she stumbles a little. 

“Aaron!” 

He smiles as he wraps his arms around her, his eyes flicking to JJ and Penelope as he stamps a quick kiss against her lips, “Hi sweetheart.” 

“Thank you for coming to get me,” she says, cupping his cheeks and dragging him in for another kiss, “You’re the best husband in the world.” 

He chuckles and hooks his arm around her shoulders to lead her back towards the table, “Thanks, Em,” he replies, smiling politely at JJ and Penelope, “Do either of you need a lift home?”

They both shake their heads and Penelope looks at them back and forth, her smile nothing short of delighted as she watches them, her eyes fixed on how Emily leans as closely to Aaron as possible, “I get it now.” 

Aaron frowns, his confusion only deepening when Emily laughs, the sound hidden in his neck as she presses her face into it, “Get what?” 

“I’ll tell you later, honey,” Emily soothes, kissing his neck before she pulls away, “But first, take me home. Via McDonalds.”

He nods and waves goodbye to JJ and Penelope before he turns his wife around to lead her to the exit of the bar, “Whatever you want, Em.”

___

The explosion almost knocks her off her feet. 

She stumbles, reaching out to grab at something that isn’t there, every cracked rib screaming at her as she finds her footing, the breath she sucks in scraping harshly against every bruise. Her ears ring, all other sound fading out until all she can hear is her own heartbeat and the shaky sound of her breathing. Time slows down around her as she turns to look at the church with wide eyes, backing away from it slowly, the flames almost cruel in their beauty as they destroy everything and everyone that hadn’t made it out. 

She’s brought back to herself, time speeding back up around her, in a split second. Someone lays a hand on her, a soft grip on her arm that makes her jump, flashes of the last time someone touched her, the violence of Cyrus’s skin against hers, forcing her to try to pull by instinct. Her body acting against the exhaustion she could feel in her very bones. 

“Em, sweetheart, it’s me.” 

She looks up, her eyes wide and shining as they meet his, and it feels like her chest collapses in on itself, all of the stress and trauma over the last few days finally making it give way, “Aaron?”

He nods, the hand not on her arm cupping her cheek, his thumb gentle as it scrapes along damaged and swollen skin, “Yes, baby. It’s me. It’s Aaron.”

Something about the way she looks at him makes him think of when they first met. When she was 22 and full of fire that had never dulled in the time they’d known each other. He never could have known then how important she’d become to him, how his very happiness would rest on her shoulders, how his home would be somewhere he found between her collarbone and her heartbeat. He’d come far too close over the last day or so to losing her, to having to accept it as a reality, and knows it would have broken him. He would have picked himself back up, would have done his best for his daughter, the little girl with her mother’s face who would always remind him too much of the love he’d lost, but he never would have been the same. 

How could he have been, when the only person who knew where all the pieces of him went would have been gone.  

“I love you so much,” he says, kissing the top of her head, holding her as tightly as he can without hurting her. 

“I love you too.” She collapses against him, her head against his chest as he gathers her as close as possible. He presses his face into her hair, the smell of smoke and sweat replacing the usual lavender scent that followed her around, and he breathes her in, feels her shaky, uneven, breathes pass from her chest into his as she grasps at the back of his shirt. She pulls back to kiss him, her lips firmer against his than he expected. “Where’s Alice?” She asks, wrenching herself from him, her eyes nothing short of wild as her eyes meet his, “Is she okay? What-”

“She’s fine, she’s at the hotel with JJ,” he assures her, cupping her face in both of his hands, pressing his lips against her forehead, ash and sorrow passing from her skin to his, as he tries to convince himself that she was really here, that all of his worst fears from the last few days had been unfounded, “JJ said she’d bring her to us as soon as you were safe.” 

She nods, her grip on him tightening as she turns around, guilt flooding through her as she thinks of Spencer, immediately chased away by relief when she sees him standing several feet away looking every bit as shell-shocked as she feels. He smiles at her, a quick flash of a thing, and in different circumstances she knows she’d limp over, that she’d break his usual embargo on hugs and pull him into her arms, their shared experience something that no one else could understand. But she can’t bring herself to pull away from Aaron, to remove herself from the warmth she had longed for since she’d last seen him. 

The compound hadn’t had air conditioning. It was stiflingly hot in the room she’d been kept in, their air thick and cloying, making it even harder to breathe, her lungs burning with it against fractured ribs she knew would take weeks to heal. It was the opposite of the heat that came with her husband. His was a comfort. Something she’d reach out for even on the warmest days of the year, opting to curl around him with the covers bunched up at the end of the bed, his heavy arm laid over her waist better at helping her drift off to sleep than any high-count thread sheets ever could. 

“Can we go?” Emily says as she turns back to him, “To the hotel?” 

Aaron shakes his head, running his thumb back and forth over her jawline, “We need to get you seen by at least an EMT first,” he says, his eyes flicking to the dried blood on her sleeve, the bright red skin and cut visible beneath the torn material, “Maybe even a doctor.” 

“No,” she mutters, shaking her head, the desire to see her daughter overriding anything else, “I’m fine. I don’t need to see anyone.” 

He’d never been very good at saying no to her and she knew it, but he knew he had to put his foot down, that he had to make sure she was okay, “Sweetheart-”

“I’m fine-”

“I heard everything,” he says, his voice firmer than it usually would be with her. It stops her from arguing, her insistence that she was fine stuck in her throat, “I heard him beating you, Em. So I need you to let someone look at you, okay? Can you do it for me?” 

He knows it’s playing dirty, that using her love for him against her was unfair, but he knows she’d never do it for herself. She presses her lips together and drops her head, sighing as she shakes her head, her teeth clenched together before she nods, a short, sharp thing that gives away her irritation. 

“Okay,” she says as she looks back up at him, “Let’s get this over with.” 

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The paramedics make her go to the hospital. 

She’s momentarily furious at her husband for making her speak to them in the first place, anger she knows he doesn’t deserve licking at her insides. If it was him that was hurt, when it had been him that was hurt, she’d done the exact same thing. It wasn’t all that long ago, when she was still pregnant and when he’d been hurt in the explosion that had killed Kate Joyner, when she’d yelled at him for trying to leave the hospital just because the case was still ongoing. The stress of it all, of briefly not knowing where her husband was, if he’d died in the explosion, started contractions that kept her at home once the case was over. A dramatic end to her time in the BAU, to working by her husband’s side, that had taken her a while to get her head around. 

She shifts in the bed she’s lying in, propped up by pillows to relieve some of the pressure on her ribs, the scratchy hospital gown she’d been forced to put on rubbing against her sore skin. She felt on edge, every one of her nerves fraying as she waited for Aaron to come back. He’d stepped out of her room, pausing the vigil he’d started to keep over her, to meet JJ in the waiting area. He’d called her as soon as Emily was admitted to the hospital for the night. She was connected to IV fluids for her dehydration, something she’d only agreed to when she was told her milk supply would be at risk if they didn’t rehydrate her, and antibiotics the doctor had insisted on the moment he saw the cut on her arm.  Aaron knew if he didn’t get Alice here to see her his wife would leave against medical advice, that she’d tear the cannula delivering her meds from the back of her hand and walk back to the hotel herself if she had to. 

Emily looks up as the door opens. The relief that floods through her when Aaron steps in, Alice held against his chest and her diaper bag over his shoulder, is palpable. She thinks if she wasn’t lying down she would have stumbled because of it, the thought that she might never have seen her again suddenly so heavy she can’t breathe. 

“Look, Princess,” Aaron says, dumping the diaper bag on a chair in the corner, “It’s Mommy.” He adds, and Emily tries to sit up but winces, her hand pressed against her chest as she breathes through it, “Careful, Em. I’ll bring her to you.”

She nods, frustration at her own body, for it not working as she wanted it to, flaring through her. It’s immediately chased away as Aaron sits on the edge of her bed and adjusts his hold on Alice so he can lay her on Emily’s chest. She places her hand on her baby's back and presses her face into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of her shampoo, “Hi, sweet girl. Mommy missed you.” 

Aaron places his hand over hers on Alice’s back, providing the support she’d never ask for, already seeing the tension in her shoulders that the embrace was already creating, “She missed you too.”

Emily hums, the sound giving way to a chuckle as Alice starts to root, her face rubbing against her chest, her tiny fists clasping and unclasping, “Well, she missed part of me.”

He stamps a kiss against Emily’s lips, “Need any help?”

She wants to say no, to prove to herself that she’s fine, but the desire to do so fades when she looks up at him, lingering fear shining in his eyes. She nods, her smile tight as she nods. 

“Can you untie this?” She asks, pointing to the ties of the gown on her shoulders, her arms not cooperating with her, every movement of them that brought them above chest level enough to make fire burn through her chest, the flames of it catching on each fracture Cyrus had left behind on her ribs.

He springs into action, his touch delicate as he unties the small bows, impossibly gentle with hands she knew could be capable of so much more. It was one of the many things she loved about him. His gentleness, how he’d worked so hard to be soft after his childhood, intent on being everything his father wasn’t. On chasing the violence he’d grown up around out of the world. She watches as his jaw tightens when the bruises on her abdomen are revealed as the gown falls open, his shock no less evident than it had been when he’d helped her shower just an hour ago. She knows he blames himself, something she won’t be able to talk him out of yet. She wouldn’t get anywhere with it until they were home, safe and content in the house they’d bought together, so she simply smiles at him when he looked back up at her face, a failed attempt to cover his reaction forcing a smile onto his. 

“Can you help me get her into position?” She asks, even though she’s sure she could do it herself. He nods, immediately helping her shift their daughter into place. Emily winces as she latches on, blowing out a shaky breath at the sensation, “Jesus. At least the antibiotics will help with any infection I guess,” she says conversationally, stroking her fingers back and forth over Alice’s back as she eats. Emily looks up at her husband and watches as he rubs at his ear, something he’d done for weeks after the explosion in New York, and her eyes go wide, guilt for not thinking of his damaged hearing sooner, “Crap, the explosion. You should get your ears checked.” 

He shakes his head, “It’s fine, Em. Just a little sore-”

“No, your eardrum could have burst again,” she says, speaking over him as she reaches for the call button, “We’ll get a nurse to-”

“Em,” he says, firmer this time as he squeezes her knee, drawing her attention back to him, “It’s fine. If it carries on hurting I’ll speak to my doctor when we get home okay?” He squeezes her knee again, his grip tight as he reassures himself, “You’re the one who was…” he clears his throat, shaking his head at himself as he looks down at the bed, “I’m fine.” 

It hangs in the air around them, everything he hadn’t said but they’d both heard filling the room, making the silence heavy and thick. 

“It’s not your fault, honey,” she says, reaching out with the hand that wasn’t securing Alice to her chest, squeezing as hard as she can as she links their fingers together, “None of this was your fault.”

He looks back up at her and the bruising on her face makes his stomach swoop. The swelling and mottled skin somehow looks worse in the lighting of the room and he feels nauseous, flashes of a life he had left behind appearing over the life he had now.

“I’m the one who asked you to go.” 

She sighs and tugs him closer. There’s hardly any force behind it, her body exhausted and sore, but he follows anyway, never having to be asked twice to get close to her, “The person responsible for this is dead, Aaron. He’s dead. I need you to know I don’t blame you for any of this.”

He wants to believe her, knows she hasn’t lied to him before, but he can’t get past the heavy rock of guilt low in his stomach, something he knows will fester. Something that would take root and grow over the next few weeks, with no chance of going anywhere until all of her bruises had faded, something he’d think about in years to come when he looked at the long silver line on her arm that the cut would one day become. 

He nods despite himself, swallowing thickly, because he knows now isn’t the time, that he simply wants to spend time with his girls when, not that long ago, a part of him was convinced he’d never get to do so again.

“Okay,” he says, pressing his forehead against hers, “Okay.”

She stamps her lips against his, “I love you.” 

“I love you too.” 

Alice cries out from between them, her face screwed up in a frown as she pulls away from Emily, making both of her parents laugh. 

“We love you too, baby,” Emily says as Aaron rearranges her gown for her, leaving the ties slightly looser than they had been before so she can pull them open herself. “I think we can convince Daddy to lay with us for a bit.” 

He frowns, already shaking his head before she’s finished speaking, “Sweetheart, I don’t want to hurt you.”

She looks at him with wide eyes he’d never been able to say no to, and she angles Alice to face him too, the baby already half asleep, “Please.”

He sighs and stamps a kiss against Emily’s forehead and then the top of Alice’s head as he stands up, “The day she masters that look too I’m never winning an argument in our house again.”

She laughs, wincing as it makes her ribs jump and she lightly shakes her head at him to let her know she’s okay. 

“Oh honey,” she says, shifting just as much as she can to let him slip into the bed behind her. She leans back against him, sighing contentedly as she finds true comfort for the first time in days, settling into his embrace as he wraps his arms around her and Alice, “When was the last time you did win an argument?” 

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I'll Be Home For Christmas

Jake Lockley x Reader, Steven Grant x Reader, Marc Spector x Reader

Summary: A week before Christmas Jake gets called to go on a mission and promises the three of them will be back by Christmas, but when the day comes, they're still nowhere in sight a/n: I made this set in New York just because it helped fit the story better :)

As every year, Christmas was right around the corner, only a week away, and you couldn’t be more ecstatic. Christmas was your favorite time of year because of all the joy and happiness it brought with it, and this year would be the first time you would spend it with the boys you love so very much.

Although he never really celebrated Christmas, Marc found your holiday to be spirit to be adorable, as did Steven and Jake. Within the beginning of the month, you had done the most Christmassy activities you could possibly think of, ranging from building gingerbread houses to a Christmas movie marathon.

As you made your way home to your shared flat, tonight you had in mind to attempt to bake cookies with the boys, but as you may your way in, you were confused to hear quick and loud footsteps echoing throughout the house. You knew for a fact that Jake was the one to usually walk louder than the others, but never so fast as you heard now.

“Jake? What are you doing over there?” You called out to him, making your way towards the sound of his stomps.

He had been in your shared bedroom, all dressed up in his gear he usually wore when heading to his cab and a duffel bag that contained his weapons sat on the bed. He had a scowl on his face until he turned to look at you, his expression softening.

“Princesa,” Jake paused for a moment and gulped, knowing you weren’t going to take the news very well. Khonshu assigned him a mission that was ‘too urgent to delay’ and that it was imperative that he left as soon as possible. “I’m so very sorry, mi amor, pero tengo que ir. I must leave.”

Your eyes widened and if it was physically possible you sworn your heart would have actually cracked.

“W-What? Jake, are you kidding? But Christmas is just a week away! Can’t you tell big bird over there to just fuck off for once?” You frowned, looking at him with a mix of sadness and anger in your eyes. Jake’s breath hitched slightly, and his mouth formed a thin line. He was never much good with dealing with others’ emotions and didn’t want to say the wrong thing to make the situation shittier than it already was.

“C’mere,” He stepped closer toward you, sliding his hands around your waist and bringing you in close enough that your chests were directly touching. “Khonshu promised me that the mission should only take me a few days, and then I’ll be back home with you. Quierda, I promise you; I’ll be home for Christmas.” With those words he placed a soft kiss upon your forehead, while a silent tear rolled down your cheek. Jake frowned, sliding his hands away from its place on your waist and moving it up to caress your face, his thumb wiping the tear away.

“Please, please don’t go.” Your voiced trembled as you looked up into his eyes. Jake felt his throat begin to tighten, taking that as the sign that he soon was going to be on the verge of tears, and he didn’t want you to see that.

The room was silent for a moment, and you took that as a conformation that he wasn’t going to back out his decision, so you quickly wrapped your arms around him and buried your head into his chest and let out a soft sob. Jake once again wrapped his arms around you and nuzzled his head into the top of yours, breathing in your scent which always seemed to comfort him.

After a while of holding, you and letting your emotions out, he finally managed to bring himself to let go of you, leaning down to place a farewell kiss onto your lips. He then moved over to the bed, grabbing his duffel bag, turning back once more to look at you.

“I promise, quierda. I promise you.” He stated once more, which you only responded with a slight nod, not having the strength to muster anymore words to him. Jake then walked out of the room, and you just stood there, until you heard the front door close, confirming he had left, making your heart shatter all over again.

That promise seemed closer to being broken as the days go by. It was now Christmas Eve, where you now sat in the flat alone, curled up on the couch with a cup of hot chocolate in your hands.

That night you sat on your bed and cried. You yourself thought that maybe you were just overreacting, but you had been looking forward to this month all year, and now it felt as though it was being ripped away from you. You knew how missions for Khonshu went, they were unpredictable. He never seemed to tell the full truth and just manipulated the boys into doing what he wanted. Even though Jake said that Khonshu promised he would be home, you can’t help but think that he might have only said it convince Jake to do his bidding.

Sniffling, you glanced at the clock. 12:02 am. Christmas. No Marc. No Steven. No Jake. Out of spite, you swung your hand at the clock, and it flung onto the floor with a crash, pieces of it scattering on the floor. You grabbed the pillow next to you, which the boys normally slept on, and curled up against it and shut your eyes. You didn’t want a Christmas anymore, you just wanted to spend the rest of the entire day in bed, pretending the holiday didn’t exist.

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Walking home down the streets of New York at 2 in the morning was not what Marc had in mind on Christmas morning. He was cold, tired, and would murder Jake if he could for accepting the dumbass mission from Khonshu if they didn’t share a body.

(Y/N)’s going to hate us, what are we going to tell her? This is so bad, very very very bad. How could we do this!

“We, didn’t do anything, this is all Jake’s fault.” Marc grumbled to himself.

My fault? My fault! Please do tell me, who was the one who accepted being Khonshu's avatar again? You might have as well just let us die if-

“We got out of that deal! I didn’t even know you existed! Steven and I do not work for Khonshu anymore, this, is on you.”

Marc got strange stares from the still many people that were still on the streets this late at night. It was true that New York City really was the city that never slept. After Marcs outburst, the headspace was silent for a while. Marc still had a good 30 minutes before he would reach your apartment and was still trying to think of a way of making up the lost time to you when he got back.

Glancing around at his surroundings, he spotted a man dressed up as Santa, standing with a bell and a bucket, probably for some charity. That’s when an idea sparked in his mind.

Mate, you're not actually going to-

“Shut it.” Marc inturrupted, before taking a deep breath and heading towards the man.

“Ho, Ho, Ho! Merry Christmas-” The dressed-up man cheered out before Marc butted in.

“Hello…Santa Sir. Uh, how much do ya think I could buy that costume off of you for?”

“I’m sorry young man but the costume not for sale-”

“100?”

“As I said, not for sale.”

“150.”

“…200 and you’ve got a deal.”

Marc rolled his eyes but pulled out two crisp hundred dollar bills out of his pocket.

Buddy, that better not be my money from working the cabby.

Marc handed the money to the man, and then watched as the man took off the jacket, pants, hat, and beard, leaving him with just some jeans and a sweater underneath. He handed the items to Marc.

“You have a kid at home you're trying to surprise?” The man asked out of curiosity.

“No, just a girlfriend that I’m praying doesn’t kick me out.” Marc stated before walking away without letting the other man get another word in. You surely wouldn’t kick Santa out on Christmas, would you?

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Marc entered the apartment as quietly as he possibly could and prayed that you wouldn’t still be awake at this hour. To his relief, all the lights were off, signaling that you must have been fast asleep in your bed. Closing the door behind him, he found his way over to the couch and began to put on the costume, fake beard and everything. He then made his way into the bathroom to go check himself out in the mirror.

We look ridiculous.

Ridiculous enough that she might have mercy on us, mate.

Marc let out a sigh, losing any dignity he may have had as he stared at himself in the costume. Now that he had the costume on, he had to grab the present he had for you in his closet. The only problem was that the closet was in your shared bedroom, and he was deathly afraid he would wake you up before he could grab it.

Exiting the bathroom, he made his was over to the bedroom and slowly opened up the door. He frowned at the sight he saw before him. Even though it was dark, he could see the way you were curled up into his pillow, no blankets even on top of you. He also managed to see the clock that used to be on your nightstand scattered on the floor.

He had to rip his eyes away from the scene so he could bring himself to go towards his closet to grab the gift. Everything seemed to be going smoothly, until his perception managed to be a bit off and he ended up slamming his side into one of the dressers that had been against the wall.

“Motherfucker!” He yelped out in pain, grabbing his side that had already been bruised up from the mission he had been on.

Within a moment, you jumped up from the sudden noise and turned to turn the lamp on to see what was going on. Your eyes squinted for a moment trying to adjust to the sudden brightness to see the figure standing in your room was…

“Santa?” Your hoarse voice rang out as you tried to comprehend what in the hell was going on.

“Surprise?” Santa said back to you, and in an instant, you knew that wasn’t just any Santa, that was your boyfriends dressed up as him. You had no clue whether you wanted to start screaming and interrogating them for being gone for so long or start laughing at how ridiculous they looked.

Suppressing the smile that threatened to form, you asked while crossing your arms, “Now who’s idea was this?”

Marc walked towards you, “Mine. I know that you were going to be absolutely livid about us taking so long that I thought this might lighten the mood a bit. I spent a ridiculous amount of money on the costume, so please tell me it’s working.”

“I…I am genuinely speechless.”

“In a good or bad way?”

“Undecided.”

Marc frowned and sat himself on the edge of the bed next to you.

“Hey, we did technically keep our promise, it’s Christmas, isn’t it? And we’re home here with you.” He said place a hand on your cheek.

A small smile formed onto your face, and you sighed. “Ok yes technically, but I still wish you had been home sooner. I missed you so much.”

“Believe me, we all missed you more. I could’ve killed Jake for accepting the mission.” After finishing his sentence, Marcs eyes closed for a moment before opening up a bit wider. You could instantly tell that Steven was fronting now. He moved his head towards yours and gave you a sweet kiss before pulling away.

“Oh love, I missed doing that. Oh! Hold on we have a present to give you!” Steven exclaimed and you giggled at his excitement. Quickly, he got up and ran over to the closet, this time successfully getting the gift that Marc failed to do. He walked back over to you with a rectangular box that had a bow on top of it.

“Merry Christmas darling.” He said as he placed the gifts into your hands. You carefully took the top of the box off and revealed the gold necklace that had a circular charm with a crescent moon engraved into it.

“Honey it’s beautiful!” You placed the box onto the bed next to you for moment, and then moved so you could wrap your arms around Steven, “Thank you so much, all of you. I love you all so much.” You mumbled as he wrapped his arms around you as well.

“So…just to clarify, you’re not mad at us querida?” Jake chimed in as he pulled apart of the hug for a moment so he could see your face. You giggled and shook your head.

“No, not mad. Though no one's getting anymore kisses until you take that goddamn beard off, it irritates my face.”

“What don’t you like some facial hair? I think I’d look dashing with a mustache you know.” Jake stated as he began to take off the hat and fake beard.

“Yes Jake, you’ve told us all…multiple times.”

“And I’m still right. You’ll see.”

Jake, you grow a mustache and I swear I’ll kill us all.

Jake, please don’t grow a mustache I would really prefer to stay alive.

You yawned, still exhausted over all your worrying from hours before. “C’mon Santa, get in bed so I can snuggle you…huh, that’s a sentence I’d never thought I’d say.”

Jake chuckled, now stripped down to just his boxers. He went to his side of the bed and pulled the covers down, then placing them on top of you both. You immediately snuggled up to his side, craving the warmth his body also seemed to manage to give you on these chilly winter nights.

[doctorho]

New Things, Real Things

HI GUYS! have this thing i just found in my drafts. it was supposed to be a new years thing but i forgot it existed. haven't edited it, so it is what it is. sorry/you're welcome. i promise i'll get to my other wips too, eventually.

happy new year almost three weeks late i guess?

Viktor x gender neutral reader, 4,2k words, no warnings.

There's a fancy gala at the Academy...and Viktor has plans.

Midwinter in Piltover is beautiful, sparkling, and lonely.

There are lights everywhere, warm and colorful, and on cold evenings snow falls and gathers on the rooftops. The days are short and busy as always, and a good chunk of the population seems to temporarily lose their minds, shopping like the world was ending and worrying about cleaning their cabinets and planning to start a new life as if their old lives were going to disappear. 

You worked with Jayce and Viktor, helping with paperwork and part orders, equipment upkeep and other small jobs. In the lab, very few things change; the heating goes up only as much as the regulations for the sensitive components allow, even as the temperatures outside plummet, and extra lights would just be a distraction anywhere near the workspace, not to mention annoying. Besides, it's not like they don't have better use for the power outlets. 

From a scientific perspective, everything went on as it always had, except for the slight changes in temperature and air humidity, and some shipping delays in parts. 

And, well, the parties.

One big, blaring disruption to the routine is steadily approaching; 

The midwinter gala. It was tradition, something that the Academy always did. Something to celebrate, something to light up the long dark winter around the midpoint mark. Give people something to look forward to, a reason to mingle, and an excuse to celebrate. 

You had never been. But ever since Hextech took off, Viktor and Jayce had been invited every year. With colorful opinions of the topic, it seemed; Pretentious. There’s better ways to waste money. Awful speeches, terrible company. Business deals disguised as small talk. Insufferable jokes. Conversations that make you want to tear your hair out. Uncomfortable clothes. 

It’s not all bad, Jayce usually says, the music’s okay, really talented performers every year. 

And the food’s okay. And the drinks. 

And it’s free. 

It’s important to keep up the connections. 

Viktor usually only agrees with some of these statements. 

They both talk about this as if it’s mostly an inconvenience, a disruption in their work, a break  in shipping times and opening hours, and not an event to look forward to. Not something that Academy students dream of attending. 

As the dark days tick by, it’s by pure luck that you find yourself on the guest list, too. It’s not that they ask you to come as much as the conversation just slips there, and one piece falls to place after another, and when Viktor says that he would much rather have you there to talk to than be subjected to the endless rows of pretentious investors, and Jayce says you should totally come, it'll be much better with you there, at that point it would just be rude to decline.

And – sure. Both of them were very honest about the more unpleasant aspects of the party. Like the elitism, the stuffy atmosphere, the way they were always inevitably pulled into some business talk or investor deals or very thinly veiled attempts at introducing them to someone’s child/cousin/friend/sibling that was either single or looking to get into the academy, or both. 

But it was also a shiny glimpse into a life you’d never been a part of, and you were curious. 

As the end of the schoolyear approaches, a lot of the people working and studying at the academy leave to visit their families. It makes the hallways quieter at night, and the courtyard mostly empty, the lines at coffee shops shorter than ever. You weren't planning on going anywhere, and, well. The gala was something…new.

Not that you didn’t enjoy the quiet nights at the lab, helping and tinkering and sorting parts and paperwork with Viktor and Jayce. No, that was nice. But the gala was something new and exciting and shiny, and you were looking forward to it. 

And, to your slight surprise, so was Viktor. 

For all the bad or at least questionable things he had said about the event, he was very precise about planning the lab work so that he would actually be able to attend. Which was…interesting. 

He made sure all the shipments were on schedule, everything that was needed was ordered in, and all the progress was going as planned. He wasn’t usually in the habit of double-checking things with you, unless he genuinely wasn’t sure about something. But now he was triple-checking to-do lists, asking if you’d done this or that already, periodically making sure things were moving as they should. 

He asked you what you were going to wear.

Which honestly took you by surprise, but you’d answered it anyway. 

His answer took you by surprise too; 

“That’s very flammable, isn’t it?” He’d said, as if that’s a key feature of formal wear.

“I’m not planning on being near any open fires,” You’d answered, “I don’t think welding is going to be a part of the party.” 

He’d just hummed thoughtfully at that. 

Jayce had said something about most formal wear being highly flammable, and that had been that. 

You’d chalked that up to just Viktor being Viktor, practical and logical, and hadn’t thought too much about it. The conversation had soon delved into circuit boards, and the night slipped into an easy, familiar dynamic of sitting at your respective desks and heating up forgotten cups of coffee and tea, borrowing a hand where some part or another was difficult to fix. Holding out tools and finding the right components. 

By the time the day of the gala rolls around, the campus is quiet and the city is mostly covered in snow. The lab windows are frosted over, and work has quieted down a good few days before. Viktor’s planning has paid off; everything seemed to be in order. As far as you could tell, you’d reached the set goal in the set time. 

Which leaves Viktor leaning over in his chair, looking everything over for one last time. Jayce had left already, having somewhere to be before the event. This leaves you and Viktor alone in the lab – technically you didn’t need to be there anymore, either, but you lingered anyway. 

“It’s fine,” You note when he opens a small case of components, “you’ve checked those at least three times already.”

He pauses, his hand stopping on top of the case. “Yes.” He says, and then lets out a small sigh. “I know.” 

“But?” You prod, looking him over. He was nervous, and not very good at hiding it. 

He’s quiet for a moment. “But…” He starts, “I just want to be sure that everything’s…” He shrugs slowly, “As good as it can be.”

You nod a bit. “At this point, I’ll be surprised if anything’s out of line.” You point out. 

You weren’t sure of the details of what they were working on, but you knew the ins and outs of the parts; new kinds of circuit boards for different types of machinery. They’d had you order the parts, you’d helped with the wiring, checked any menial errors in the soldering, filed the paperwork. They were trying to create something with a better ratio of efficiency; less lost power. If it worked, it could potentially revolutionize the energy industry. It made sense that he was nervous about it – it was a big project. And this was as far as they’d ever gotten in it. Far enough to have actual prototypes. 

You get out of your own chair and walk over to him, looking at the parts over his shoulder. 

“Do you want me to look them over again?” You offer, placing a hand on the back of his chair and leaning closer to see the tools and discarded parts spread over his desk.

“You’ve done that already.” He notes, without looking up. “There’s no need to repeat that. I trust you.” 

“Then what are you nervous about?”

He takes a deep breath, his shoulders rising slowly. He flexes a hand and picks up a small screwdriver, for no reason other than to have something to fidget with.

“A lot of important people coming to the gala,” He answers, “people I…need to impress.” He swallows, “I am not a fan of being at the mercy of someone else’s opinions of me and my work.”

You nod slowly, and he takes another deep breath. 

“Jayce thought it would be a good idea to present this idea to some potential investors tonight.” He adds, “We haven’t gotten permission to test it yet, so all we have is talk and some equations no-one there will care about.”

He waves a hand slowly over the table. “I know it checks out, it should work, or at least it could if we’d get a bit more practical research done. But that’s not enough to impress anyone. So –” He shrugs again, slowly, “It needs to be…presented in a way that people will believe, even if we don’t have anything real yet.”

“Sure you do.” You counter, despite understanding where he was coming from – he wasn't actually worried about the parts, he was worried about the people. An independent variable he couldn't predict. 

“You have an idea. A plan. You have a concept.”  You list, “That’s how everything starts. Hell, you have a prototype and the math to back it up. And, you know, most people never even get this far. Certainly not any of those investors. Do you think any of them could ever have come up with anything half this brilliant?”

He’s silent for a moment. 

“That’s…one way of looking at it.” He says, and then sighs a bit. “I’m just…not the biggest fan of performative social events. Especially ones with…high stakes.” 

“I get it,” You nod, “but you’ll do great. People respect you.”

He smiles like he doesn’t quite believe it. “People are Jayce’s specialty, not mine.” 

You shrug a little with one shoulder. “Sure, but you could do all of that too, if you wanted to.”

“I’d rather not.” He answers, putting down the screwdriver he’d been fidgeting with and straightening out the case storing the latest parts. 

“Then leave that to Jayce.” You offer casually, “And you just be impressive with the science.” 

He exhales a small laugh. “That simple, huh?”

“You do it often enough.” You note, and then lean back, starting to get ready to leave – you still had to get ready before the party. “Don’t overthink it. Just be yourself. If they don’t like it, they’re not worth your time.”

“You do know they are the people with all the money, right?”

“Yeah, and I also know you wouldn’t feel good funding this with money from corrupted assholes.” 

He takes a deep breath and sighs it out. “Yeah. You’re right.” He then agrees, shifting in his place. “So I’ll meet you here at eight?” 

You barely pause in your movements, picking up your things. “Yeah.” You exhale, “Eight sounds good.” 

You were treading the line of not letting yourself think that this was a date, but…the little things were hard to miss. Like planning to go together, and then spending time together. In an event like this, there were…connotations. 

By the time you get home, shower, and get yourself ready, you’re periodically repeating it in your head like a mantra; no-one said it was a date. 

And then when you find him outside the lab just before eight, you have to keep reminding yourself.

It’s not often that you see Viktor outside of Academy uniforms; it’s like the lab is his natural habitat. Now, he’s wearing a deep burgundy suit that looks like velvet – soft –  his hair is pushed back, without any indents from safety goggles, and he looks good. 

He smiles when he sees you, and that looks good too. 

“You clean up nicely.” You note as you walk to him.

“Same back at you.” He answers, “You look…” He trails off, his eyes falling over you.

In the small silence that follows, you remind yourself once again that nobody said it was a date. 

“Thanks.” You answer, trying to sound as casual as possible, “Shall we?” 

He exhales deeply and nods, starting to walk next to you. 

The party is…exactly as you'd expected. Sparkling, and shimmering, and loud. Full of people you only sort of recognized, all of them acting like this whole thing was somehow removed from reality. Like this was its own little world, and they alone ran it. All mundane worries were left by the door – inside, all they had to worry about was a place to set down their empty classes when someone with an empty tray walked by. 

The ceilings are high in the old academy halls, and the equally tall windows reflect lights from the party, backlit only by the night sky. You could hear the music flow through the air all the way outside, overlayed with a mixture of people chattering and laughing, but only when appropriate – at least with the night this young. You had a suspicion that as time went on and people got progressively more drunk, the atmosphere might change.

When you walk in to the main hall, Jayce is already there; you can instantly spot him talking to some people, waving his hands in emphasis as he speaks. It's easy to slip into his sphere of influence, catching the tail end of some elaborate story that had, no doubt, started out as an answer to a question about hextech. 

Most people in the room seem to have gathered into small groups, either mingling or honing in on the food and drinks, and the only thing unifying the whole room are some speeches and announcements. You don't really listen to them – it's nothing imaginative, thank you for a great year, let's work together to make the next one even better, and so on and so on. You tune it out pretty quickly. 

Jayce and Viktor gathered quite the crowd whenever they started talking about their new projects, and you tried supporting them the best you could. But you weren't an expert, so you lingered by the sidelines, only offering smiles and quick notes when one of them couldn't remember a specific detail about something you'd helped with. 

You can see that Viktor is uncomfortable, with the way he stands, his back all stiff and his hands fidgeting, and his eyes flitting over the room. So you offer him an encouraging smile every time his eyes find you. He seems to slowly get used to answering questions about the project, which is good – it lessens your anxiety about the situation too, somehow.

As soon as the crowd dissipates and the topic gets dropped for some boring speech or a toast or a nomination or whatever, Viktor slips to the edges of the crowd, finding a spot next to you and sighing so deeply he looks like he deflates. 

"It looked like it went well." You greet him, and he smiles faintly without meeting your eyes, looking over the room instead. 

"People seemed…interested." He answers, nodding a little.

"That's good." You nod back, "Any further deals?" 

"Jayce is sorting out the details now." He licks his lips, "I thought it would be best if he took care of that. He's more…likable.'

He says that like it's a fact, and you kind of want to argue, or – or something, but he snaps his head up, looking at you so intensely that it makes your train of thought stagger.

"Do you want to help with something?" He asks, voice quiet, and his eyes locked to yours.

You blink. "That's vague," you point out, "but if it'll get me out of having to listen to another boring speech, I'm in."

He smiles a little. Nods, just slightly. 

And drops his hand into yours, just for long enough to pull you towards the closest door.

It's easy to slip out of the crowd and into a hallway. People were too busy worrying about themselves, no-one even looked your way. 

He drops your hand just as casually as he had taken it, in one fluid motion, and opens a door, motioning for you to go inside. 

You're burning with the desire to ask what he was planning, but he was quiet, and you weren't dumb; this was something silent. Something he wanted to do without other people noticing.

So you stay quiet until he closes the door softly behind you. 

"What are we doing?" You whisper as he walks past you and to a desk, without turning on any lights. The whole room – which is more of a closet than a room, really – is only lit by emergency exit lights, and a few computer screens. 

He settles behind one of the computer screens, and you can see him lick his lips. "Remember when I said we needed to do a bit more practical research?"

You walk closer slowly. "...Yes?"

He smiles and glances at you, before looking down at the screen again. He leans to the table a little, setting his cane aside, taking a small box from his pocket and digging out a circuit board. 

He rearranges some things on the desk, moving wires and turning on some small device that whirrs more loudly than the computer itself. You just watch the process quietly for a moment, puzzling it out in your head.

"You couldn't just come here during working hours?" You ask, even though you're 99% sure that if he could have, he would have, and if he did this, he had a good reason.

"The Academic board doesn't think we're ready yet. They say it would be a waste of time."

You nod slowly, trying your best to ignore the hollow, tired bitterness in his voice. It's the kind of ice that seeps in after being rejected many times; after not being believed in. 

"So. No-one knows we're here?"

"Jayce does," he answers, while doing something on the computer, typing in something before setting the circuit board on some sort of a gently-glowing plate, "he's keeping all the important eyes and ears busy." 

You nod again. Move a bit closer. Look over the setup, despite not understanding all of it. "Can I help?" You ask, "What are we doing?"

"Keep an ear out in case anyone comes in." He answers, his eyes on the screen and his fingers running over some wires, securing them in place, "And I'm running a test on how the circuit would handle high power levels."

"How high?" 

"Nuclear fusion." he answers, like it's a totally normal thing to say. 

"Nuclear-" you start, shocked, and he looks up at you, pausing in his movements.

He meets your eyes, steady and intense. "I would not have brought you here if it wasn't safe." He says, his voice unwavering, "We're not going to actually run that sort of power through this, think of it as more like…a simulation with…some real-life components."

You blink at him. "You could have lead with that."

"Sorry." He says quietly, and goes back to setting something up on the screen. After a moment, he shifts a little, and nods towards the screen, "Do you want to check if this looks right to you?" He asks, "be my second set of eyes and all."

You step closer, leaning next to him and looking over the screen. There was a digital model of the circuit board, emphasized by different colors and some running stats at the side of the screen. Your eyes move over the usual potential issues – looking for broken connections, faulty components, badly attached wires. Counting things, making sure there weren't empty slots.  

You nod slowly. "Looks right to me." 

He nods back, and presses some buttons, and the simulation starts running. The device where the actual circuit board was connected to lights up, and a progress bar appears on screen. 

Viktor sighs, deeply. 

"Now we wait." He says, "The reason they don't give out permissions to use this easily is that it is slow and takes up a lot of bandwidth from other systems in here. But no-one is using any of that tonight."

You nod a bit. "And you just couldn't pass by an opportunity like this." 

He smiles a bit. "Would you rather be out there, listening to someone tell a story about how they just spent more money on a vase than you've ever seen in your life?"

"No." You sigh, and lean to the desk next to him. "Thanks for saving me."

"Anytime."

He reads over some sort of progress report on screen, scrolling through code that you couldn't understand most of. 

And then you hear footsteps. Uneven, heavy – unknown. And they were coming closer. 

Viktor hears it the same time you do. He looks up at you, eyes wide for a split second, and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head. 

You weren't allowed to be there. You weren't sure how bad it would be if you got caught, but it probably wouldn't be good. 

Time seems to stretch and compress between each heartbeat that hammers through your chest. Between each unfamiliar footstep.

One, Viktor shakes himself out of the shock and minimizes the simulation window, leaving just the standard desktop that had been open when you'd walked in.

Two, he takes a step away from the computer, and closer to you. 

Three, he leans closer, caging you between him and the desk, whispers a quiet please play along, and then he kisses you. 

He kisses you. 

Your mind catches up to this, and everything else that was happening, piece by piece. 

He wasn't really kissing you – but he was, and it was heaven, his taste was intoxicating and his body was pressed against yours and he was filling all your senses and his jacket was soft under your fingers, his lips soft against yours – but it wasn't real, it was a distraction, play along, he'd said, it was a play, for whoever was behind that door, it wasn't for you –

He shifts, pressing closer to you, exhaling a small sigh, and the contradiction of it is torture. Torture you wouldn't give up for anything, because now you had this, you knew what he felt like, what he sounded like, what he smelled like this close, what he tasted like, but it wasn't real, and that hurt like having something in your heart uprooted. 

The door opens and closes with a quick flash of light, and a foreign voice blurting out a quick Sorry! before hurrying away. 

You have to suppress a whine when Viktor pulls away. You had kissed him back, of course, but – it wasn't supposed to be real. And yet you miss it instantly. 

He doesn't move much. Just enough to give you room to breathe. Just enough to look you in the eyes. 

"Sorry." He says, "I…thought that would be a…perfectly understandable and entirely legal reason for us being in here." He explains, looking away. 

Sorry. 

He had kissed you, and he dared to apologize. 

He had kissed you, and it hadn't been real. 

He had kissed you, and he hadn't known if you wanted it. 

You can do nothing but swallow and take a slightly-shaky breath. "It's okay." You answer, voice light, "I was just…surprised."

He takes a deep breath, shifts back to look at the screen. "Not what you were expecting when you followed me in here?" 

"No."

He sighs. "I'm…sorry." He says again, slowly. "For crossing any boundaries. I would have asked but–"

"Viktor." You stop him, "I get it. You don't need to apologize. It was fast thinking, I get it." 

Then, you let out a quiet laugh. "Like you said. Good excuse for us to be in here." You smile, "Honestly."

You sigh a bit, too. "People will talk though. You think they recognized us?" 

"It's pretty dark in here." He answers, "But it wouldn't be the worst rumor to have circulate."

"You wouldn't mind having people say you habitually hook up with people in closets at parties?"

"Who said it's habitual?" He counters, "This is a sample size of one." He notes, glancing up from the screen briefly, "I'm saying that I wouldn't mind having people say I hooked up with you in a closet at a party." He looks back at the screen, "Unless you're opposed to the idea, of course. In which case I apologize."

You just look at him for a few seconds. 

"I'm not." You answer, "Opposed to the idea." You swallow, feeling like this conversation was suddenly far more serious. Far more…real.

He hums out thoughtfully, picking out a few wires and unplugging them, having finished at least some part of the simulation.

"So if you're not opposed," He says, words slow, "how do you feel?" 

You swallow again. "Well, for one, I think there's better places to hook up in than closets," You answer, "and I'd prefer it not to be an act. But you're right, there could be worse rumors. And…it does make sense. We came in together. People already think it's a date." 

He nods, and hums again, thoughtfully. 

Looks up to meet your eyes. "So if you're not opposed to the concept," He says, slowly, "and you'd prefer it not to be an act," he shifts in his place a little, "would you like it to be real?" 

Time stands still. 

Until you whisper yes.

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Luka hugged Renée, grinning as they both stepped back to look at each other. “It’s good to see you,” he said, “Sorry it has to be a business lunch. They’re really packing my schedule lately.”

“I bet they are, but I’m not complaining,” Renée laughed as they sat down at the cafe table. “You’re really making a mark these days, and a scoop with you will feed me for months.” 

“I’m just a mealticket to you,” Luka sighed dramatically, and Renée laughed.

“A girl’s gotta eat,” she teased, waving the menu at him. “And so do you. Have you lost weight?”

“A little,” Luka admitted, with a tired smile. It was nice, not to have to put up a front for Renée. “We’re just busy. Our tour manager makes sure I eat regularly, though, I promise. Nobody wants their mealticket wasting away.” He winked as Renée grinned at the joke. 

“Well, shall we get the work talk out of the way?” she asked, flipping open her notebook, and Luka settled back with a sigh.

“Can’t we order first?” he complained.

“I already ordered,” Renée told him, and grinned when he gave a half-hearted glare. “No more delays, let’s get into it.” 

“If we must,” Luka sighed, and let Renée grill him about the expansion of the tour, the new cities they had added, and the rumors about a second album. The food was good; Renée still remembered what he liked, so at least he enjoyed the meal while he endured the questions. 

Finally, she closed her notebook, and Luka relaxed a little. There was still something about Renée’s bloodhound mode that put him on edge, even though he trusted her.

“So, I have a question about Marinette,” Renée said suddenly, leaning forward and putting her elbows on the table. 

Luka looked up, surprised, and met her gaze.

“Rumor is she’s dating Felix Graham de Vanily,” Renée continued, watching his face. “Is it true?” 

Luka blinked, and then shrugged. “Maybe. I haven’t talked to her for a while, actually.” At the quirk of Renée’s eyebrow, he felt compelled to add, “We’ve both been busy. We talked on her birthday, but not much since.” 

“Hm.” Renée eyed him. “And you’re okay with that?”

“I’m okay with whatever makes Marinette happy,” Luka replied, not looking away. “I always have been.” “What was all that business at New Year’s, then?”

Luka winced. Of course she knew about that. She’d been there, after all, and she was observant. “Just a little too much champagne, that’s all. I got a little carried away. I care a lot about Marinette but she’s never been interested in me that way. I accepted that a long time ago. I just had a little…slip in judgment that night. We talked it out afterwards and life goes on.” 

Renée frowned, tapping her fingers on the table. “Life goes on, so she decides to date a guy that’s practically her ex’s twin? Don’t you find that a little weird?”

Luka snorted. “I’ve known Marinette a long time. It doesn’t seem like that big of a stretch to me. I don’t think it will last, though.” He closed his mouth on the rest of what he might have said. He didn’t want to be talking about Marinette behind her back. He already felt guilty enough about talking to Adrien about her, even though Adrien’s reassurance that Felix, while self-absorbed and pretentious, wasn’t really a bad guy, had eased Luka’s mind considerably. There was still a niggling suspicion in the back of his mind that Marinette’s infatuation with Felix was more about a second chance at the life she thought she was getting with Adrien, but that wasn’t something he intended to discuss with Renée. 

“Well, I hope she knows what she’s doing,” Renée said, finally leaning back into her seat with a slight slouch. “Her reputation’s taking a hit. ‘Gold digger,’ is one of the nicer things people are calling her.” 

“She’s a big girl,” Luka sighed, although those headlines had bothered him too. “She can make her own choices.” 

Renée shot him one more short glance. “But she hasn’t told you she was dating him?” 

  Luka shook his head, hands tightening on the arms of his chair. He didn’t want to admit how much that bothered him. At least when Marinette had started dating Adrien she’d had the decency to call him herself. 

Not that he was entitled to priority news updates on her love life. Of course not. It just…would have been nice if she had let him know. Or, you know. Talked to him literally at all. He couldn’t seem to get through to her at all these days, and her text responses were long delayed and short. It hurt more than he wanted to admit, when he had the time to think about it. Fortunately time was not something he had a lot of lately. 

“So what’s your mom up to these days?” Renée asked abruptly, and Luka smiled, appreciating the change in conversation, though he paused to check the time before leaning back in his chair and picking up his cup of tea. 

“You’re gonna love this one,” he said dryly, “So I’m three countries away and I suddenly get a call from Juleka—” 

***

Luka had to give his label credit, they didn’t sleep on an opportunity. He rubbed his tired eyes and leaned his chin on his elbow as he handed the freshly signed paper back to Lucille. “What’s next?”

“That’s it,” said Lucille with a smile, squaring the stack of paper in her hands. “Congratulations, you’re officially signed for a second album and a headline tour to promote it. Now all you have to do is write and record it.” 

  Luka grinned weakly. “You make it sound so easy, while I’m still in the middle of this tour’s circus.” 

“You’re doing a great job, Luka,” Lucille told him, leaning forward to squeeze his shoulder. She looked at him closely, and Luka tried to pull himself together and look a little more alert. “You’re sure you’re up for all this? We’ve just put an awful lot on your plate with these extra shows.” 

Luka nodded, straightening up. “I’ll be glad when it’s over,” he admitted, “and I don’t think I’ll be able to get too much writing done until it is, so I’ll have to buckle down over the break to get everything written, demoed, and recorded, but it’ll be worth it.” 

“Your one-on-one interview go okay? The one with your friend?”

Luka blinked for a moment. His talk with Renée seemed like it was months ago but in reality it had only been a few weeks. “Yes, I think so. She should be about ready to release, so I was going to call her and let her confirm the new album now that the ink’s on paper.”

Lucille nodded slowly and sat back. “How’s the new kid working out?”

Luka’s grin was a little more genuine. “Yann? He’s great. You wouldn’t expect anyone as quiet and shy as he is to be able to get shit done like he does, but he’s amazing. I’d definitely like to have him for the next tour if he’s willing.” 

Lucille nodded. “I’ll talk to him and get a contract worked up. The label’s finally waking up to how awesome you are,” she grinned as Luka ducked his head, “So I should be able to get some concessions to make the next bit easier.” She stood and bopped Luka lightly on the head with the stack of her papers. “Just don’t overdo it. Make sure you’re taking care of yourself. Every rockstar is a human being who needs to eat and sleep and gets hung over if they drink too much.”

Luka bit back the yes, mom that wanted to escape and just nodded. “Thanks for flying out, Lucille. It really helps to do all this contract crap in person. Too many distractions when you’re not here to chase people away.” 

Lucille laughed. “Of course. I’d be here more often if I could.” She sighed with a touch of frustration, and then smiled at him. “Looking forward to the show tonight. It’s been ages since I’ve been able to see you play live.”

“I’ll try to make you proud.” 

*** 

Every day felt like a whirlwind now, with publicity events and signings in addition to the extra tour stops. Road days were almost a relief, when Luka could finally sit down, put on his headphones and let his brain wander for a while. They usually stopped being a relief by the seventh or eighth hour, when he was ready to get up and move a little bit, but Yann was observant and generally knew when one of them needed a break. He usually found them a rest stop before they went for each other's throats. Still, by the time they got to their hotel at night they were all glad to pile out of the van, find something to eat, and separate to their own rooms for a while. 

It was their last scheduled show with Jagged and predictably, everything in proximity to Jagged was a madhouse. Luka brought his dinner back up to the room, hoping for some peace, and found Dingo was sitting on his bed. Dingo frowned down at some slightly crumpled sheets in his hands. Luka froze for an instant, knowing immediately what those papers were, but he covered it as well as he could, shutting the door behind him and walking past Dingo. 

“You been working on this again?” Dingo asked, looking up and waving the pages at him. “This is the one you started at the beginning of the year, right?” He hummed a bit of the tune, and Luka winced a little.

“Yeah,” Luka said, keeping his back to his friend as he set his to-go container down and checked his phone. He answered yet another text message from one of Marinette’s friends, asking if he’d heard from her. Apparently he wasn’t the only one she was ghosting lately. He wasn’t sure whether to feel worried or relieved. “It's still not done though. Where’d you find those sheets, anyway? I forgot where I put them.”

“They were on the floor this morning.”

“Huh. I must’ve dropped them out of some—”

“Play it.” 

Luka looked up, brow furrowing. “What?”

“I wanna hear it,” Dingo said, holding the sheets out to him. “Play it. You weren’t near this far along with it last time I heard it.” 

Luka shrugged, taking the papers. He didn’t really need them, but it was as good an excuse as any to take them back. “It’s not ready,” he said, shoving them inside one of his bags. 

Dingo rolled his eyes. “Don’t bullshit me, mate, just play it.” 

Luka sighed, and pulled his guitar case up onto his bed. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” he said lightly as he unzipped it, but he could see the way Dingo’s brows were furrowed above his shades and knew. Dingo wasn’t going to let it go. As much as he wanted to pretend like the song was nothing, Luka felt all his muscles tense up as he played the first few chords. His hands stilled and he shook his head.

“Keep going,” Dingo insisted, and Luka sighed. He kept playing, gritting his teeth against the feelings that were flooding back. As soon as he’d gotten as far as he could go, he stopped playing and lifted the strap over his head.

“I’m not ready to finish it,” Luka declared, shaking his head as he put the guitar on the bed. “I might not finish it at all.”

“Why not? It’d be nice to play something with some teeth to it,” Dingo asked, tilting his chin down to look at Luka over the rim of his sunglasses. Luka was tempted to tell him he looked like one of their old high school teachers, about to ask why they weren’t meeting their potential. “We could use a little more bite in our sound, if you ask me.” 

Luka just shook his head. “Not the right time. I don’t have time to think about it right now, anyway. Our schedule's insane for the next few weeks with all those big stadium shows they added.”

Dingo groaned, flopping back on the bed with his arms wide. “I’m so bored, Lu. I thought we’d have some fun playing with Jagged again but this leg has been nothing but contracts and paperwork and scheduling and blah blah blah.”

Luka huffed a laugh. “You haven’t made anything explode in months, I can see why. Tell you what,” he added, picking up a drumstick from the table and chucking it at Dingo, who managed to snatch after it bounced off him. “Grab your gear while I eat. Our stuff’s already set up for rehearsal. We'll go jam. You can lead and I’ll find something to go along with it. If we come up with anything decent, we’ll work on it in the breaks. I’ve got to start coming up with something for this next album anyway and I’m not making much progress on my own.”

“Hell yeah,” Dingo cheered, twirling the drumstick as he leaped off the bed. “Think we can make enough noise to make Jagged’s roadies complain?” He grinned wickedly. “If any of them can even hear anymore anyway.”

Luka rolled his eyes. “At the rate Jagged fires people they probably don’t have time to go deaf,” he muttered, but he was grinning as he opened his food.

***

Luka groaned and rolled over to answer his phone. “It’s the middle of the night here, Rose,” he grumbled, glancing at the other bed. The shadowy lump that was Dingo didn’t move, and the snores didn’t stop. Luka wasn’t surprised; they’d done three shows in a row this week and they were all exhausted. 

“Good, then you’re free. You’ve barely been answering my texts. What’s going on with Marinette? Have you seen what the papers are saying?”

“Missed you too, Rose. Where’s Juleka?” Luka asked, then cleared his throat. He was getting hoarse. He’d have to try and rest his voice tomorrow. 

“Asleep. She doesn’t want to talk about it. She thinks I should just leave it alone.”

Luka sighed through his nose. “She’s right, you know. Marinette can date who she wants.”

“But she wants you !”

“Apparently she doesn’t.” 

“I can’t accept that. I’ve seen you two together. How am I supposed to leave this alone ?” Rose hissed. “You’ve been in love with Marinette your whole life! The last time I saw the two of you together you might as well have been married the way you acted! Not just you, her too!”

“Well, she met someone else,” Luka sighed, rubbing at his eyes. “It happens.”  

“Luka! You need to go see her. Go—go do something about it!”

“Do what, Rose?” Luka asked. “Even if I could leave, which I really can't right now, what do you expect me to do? Beg?” 

Rose sighed like he was the dumbest person alive. “Not right away. Sweep her off her feet first! Show her how romantic you can be and that you're just as much her fantasy prince as this, this Felix guy!”

“I'm not though,” Luka muttered. 

“ Then you tell her you can't live without her and beg her to come back with you?”

Luka snorted. “And do what?”

“Luka if you don't know what to do after that we need to have a whole different talk.”

  “You know what I mean.” Luka rolled his eyes. “I get her back here and what? Cram her and her sewing machine in the back of the van where she can spend all her time on the phone with her lawyer trying to explain why she broke her contract.”

“You're being very unCouffaine right now.”

“Well somebody in this family had to grow up eventually,” Luka snapped. “Rose, do you know how many people’s paychecks I'm responsible for right now? 

Rose was quiet for a moment, and when she spoke, she sounded almost hurt. “Don't you want to fight for her?”

“ No ,” Luka replied, with unexpected force, and then he softened his voice. “No, Rose, I don't want to fight for her. I don't want to argue, I don't want to beg. I want to be enough, just like I am.” The words rang in his head and he rolled over, blindly grabbing at the notepad and pen on his nightstand. He flipped on the lamp, blinked against the light, and scribbled the words down quickly. He had enough time to finish, turn off the light, and lay back again before Rose had processed what he said enough to reply.

“Oh, Luka,” Rose sighed. “But she does love you. I'm sure she does. You guys were getting so close again, I was sure—”

“I know,” Luka muttered. “We were wrong, though, Rose.”

“Well it was a shitty thing to kiss you like that and then freak out,” Rose griped, and Luka has to laugh at the unexpected curse.

“Rose—” he began, but she cut him off.

“No!” Rose snapped, and Luka could picture her stamping her foot. “No, I don't have to be okay with this. It's not fair and it's not fine and you deserve better.”

Luka couldn't help smiling, though weakly. “Thanks, Rose. I love you, okay?”

Rose sighed. “I love you too.” 

“Are you going to be there for the Paris show?”

“Luka,” Rose said, again as if he were stupid, “Your first headline show at the Eiffel Tower? Of course we’re going to be there. All three nights in fact. Then I’m going to make sure you sleep for a week and feed you your weight in—in food,” she finished lamely, and Luka laughed. 

“I’ll see you guys in a couple weeks, then,” he promised. “Now good night, Rose.”

***

It felt like a dream when he got out of the van and looked up at the tower that had been a daily sight in his childhood. It was lit up, and the grandstands were being set up in front of it. He’d watched his first Jagged Stone concert here.

And now it was his name up there on the banner. It didn’t feel real. 

The concert personnel swept in and Luka followed Yann’s murmured directions almost in a daze. They ushered everyone to the trailers set up for the performers to get ready. Sound check, hair, makeup, it was was a madhouse, but one that had become routine. 

The first two shows went by in a blur, the high of performing mixed with worry that something would go wrong, and the jangling dissonance of both knowing the whirl and rush of the tour would soon be over, and feeling like it would never end. 

Luka still wasn’t used to having his own dressing room, but as they started booking larger shows, Lucille had begun stipulating for one, and Yann made sure he got at least five minutes to himself, without dressers and makeup people and coordinators running in and out. Luka appreciated having a space of his own where he could, for at least a little bit, shut out the world and breathe, and appreciated even more that the people supporting him realized he needed it. Luka’s heart sped up even at the thought of an entire tour with this much spectacle. He hoped he would get used to it.

Luka was in the middle of those five quiet minutes, sitting with his eyes closed and counting his breaths, when the door swung open, making him jump. He opened his eyes, and then blinked them in astonishment at the woman standing in the doorway. “Kagami.”

“Luka.” She stepped inside and shut the door behind her, then turned to face him, ramrod straight and businesslike as always in a pants suit with sharp lines, white over a red shirt. Luka got to his feet, fidgeting with his rings, feeling very aware of his stage clothes and makeup. 

“This is unexpected,” he said, unable to think of anything else. Outside of the occasional congratulatory text, probably prompted by Marinette, he hadn’t seen or heard from Kagami in years. 

As casual acquaintances brought together by a mutual friend, they’d always been cordial, but never really friendly. Kagami had never been comfortable around him, and he understood. She presented a poised, perfect, carefully curated version of herself to the world, and his presence upset her balance.  That he would never tell her secrets was irrelevant; he could read them, and that was already too much. Luka had always tried to respect her reticence, but she was perceptive in her own way. 

“I know,” Kagami replied crisply. “I came to talk about Marinette.”

Luka’s eyebrows shot up. “Now?”

“Yes, now,” Kagami said a little sharply, crossing her arms, a slightly irritated expression cracking her mask. Oddly, it made Luka feel a little better, since it reminded him of the suffering expression she’d often worn when they were out with Marinette as kids. “I’m worried about her,” Kagami added stiffly, when Luka said nothing. “I’m sure you are too.” 

“Some,” Luka admitted, and sat back down on the couch, gesturing Kagami to the makeup chair. She eyed it for a moment, and then sat down in it, careful not to lean back. “I don’t see that there’s anything I can do, though. I can barely get her to text me back, let alone pick up the phone.”

“Don’t you find that concerning?” Kagami asked, eyes narrowing slightly as she looked him over again. “It’s not like Marinette not to keep in touch.”

Luka tilted his head slightly. “She’s not talking to you either.”

Kagami looked away. 

They were silent for a moment. 

“What exactly are you planning to do?” Luka asked.

“I’m going to get her,” Kagami said flatly, giving him a look like it should have been obvious. “I want you to go with me.”

Luka choked on the “Now?” that wanted to come out. Of course now. That was how Kagami was. Never mind that he had a stadium full of people waiting for him. 

Well….after the show. If she was willing to wait until after the show, he could go. Technically, after tonight, he was free. There'd be meetings to reschedule and all that corporate bullshit, but...he could go.

Except, there was the new album he'd promised, which he'd barely made a start on. He was on a deadline to get everything witten, demoed, and cut for the album, and if that didn't get done on time then all the plans they had made for next season would come crashing down, and where would that leave him? Him, and the bandmates that trusted him to fulfill his obligations, and the producers who took a chance on him, and Lucille who'd worked so hard to get him the independence he wanted, and Yann, who was already on contract for the next tour...Luka had caught Dingo looking at engagement rings on his phone last night. 

“I talked to Adrien,” Luka said finally. “He said that Felix is all right. A bit sharp, but not cruel. Dedicated to the ones he loves.”

Kagami snorted softly, rolling her eyes. “You trust Adrien’s judgment?”

“Not entirely,” Luka admitted. “You know he tends to think the best of people. I do think there’s probably some malice on Felix’s side, dating Adrien’s ex-girlfriend.”

“Undoubtedly. Felix is a much more aggressive opponent than Adrien, and more ruthless. Whether that is his primary motivation or not, Felix will be aware of the effect it has on Adrien, and he will enjoy it.”

“You’ve met him?” 

“Briefly, once or twice, when Adrien and I were dating. Not for very long at a time, and it was many years ago,” Kagami admitted. “He won’t be good for Marinette. He won’t be good to her. He is selfish and insular and…and he likes to win.”

Luka let that sink in for a moment. “Adrien doesn’t think Felix would hurt her.”

“Not physically,” Kagami agreed grudgingly. 

“What are you afraid he is doing to Marinette?” Luka asked, deciding to go straight to the point. He had a show to put on, after all. 

“I…don’t know,” Kagami admitted, standing abruptly and walking across the room, folding her hands behind her back. “I only know that she won’t talk to me, she won’t see me, and it all started when she took this job with Felix. She wouldn’t just get too busy to talk to m—us. She never has been before, no matter what was going on.”

Luka shrugged. “If she’s in love with Felix then she might just not be thinking about anyone else. Caught up in the pink sparkles, or whatever.” 

Kagami’s hand went to a place high on her thigh. “She wouldn’t just forget us.” Her voice was tight and trembling.

Luka found his own hand resting on his side, and tore his thoughts away from washed out colors and blurred lines. He forced his hand down and sighed, trying to be gentle. “I think we both know that neither of us is exactly objective in this situation, Kagami.” 

“That is irrelevant,” Kagami insisted. “She’s our friend. Shouldn’t we protect her?”

“From what?” Luka asked, and the words betrayed his frustration. He stood up and paced the small room himself. “Making stupid choices? If she wanted our opinions, she knows where to find us. If she hasn’t asked by now, it’s because she doesn’t want to hear what I—what either of us have to say about it.” 

“She listens to you,” Kagami said stiffly, uncomfortable with his emotion. She looked away from him. “If you went there she’d see you. She’d talk to you.” 

“You don’t know that, and this time neither do I.” Luka stared at his toes. If only he hadn’t kissed her. If only she hadn’t kissed him , and tangled everything up. Maybe she would still feel safe to talk to him. Maybe he would feel safe asking her to. “You go, if you think you need to,” he said softly, after a moment. “She might not listen to you, but she’ll see you, and at least you can make sure she’s all right. I trust you to recognize…if anything else is going on.” He knew even the strongest women could end up in bad situations, but he still couldn’t imagine anyone lifting a hand against Marinette unopposed and unpunished. Certainly he couldn’t imagine Felix doing it. Manipulative and ambitious Felix might be, but if there had ever been a time when Felix had to resort to physical coercion, it must have been a deep disappointment to him. It wasn’t the kind of victory he would savor. It would be no kind of victory over Adrien if Marinette stayed with him out of fear, after all.

Luka shook his head. No, Felix would have to make her love him to be satisfied. Luka knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that if he went and confronted Marinette about Felix, that regardless of Luka’s intentions, it wouldn’t be a conversation about what Marinette really wanted, about whether this was really the best choice for herself. One way or another, it would become him or me , a choice between Felix and Luka, with the loser shut out for life. 

Luka had never been her choice, and he had always respected that. He shook his head. It wasn’t that he was cutting his losses, but…

“I think I’ve given enough,” he said, very quietly, and he heard Kagami sigh.

“Maybe you have,” she agreed. “And yet, I’m disappointed.” 

Silence fell, and neither of them moved. 

Finally another huff of air left Kagami, and he heard the slide of her shoes and the whisk of her pantsuit as she turned to leave. The door opened, but then she paused.

“Should I call you if anything happens?”

“Of course.” It didn’t have the vehemence, the conviction it would have had a year ago, but it was still an unalterable truth. He would be there if she needed him. If Marinette needed him. 

She needs you now , a voice whispered in his mind as the door shut behind Kagami, and Luka shook his head to clear it. Maybe she did, and maybe she didn’t, and the fact that he didn’t know the answer was unsettling all by itself. Wasn’t that proof enough that she was pushing him away? How could he, with all his tangled feelings, ever hope to go into a situation like that with anything like neutrality? How could he possibly be anything besides a complication? 

Let her choose first. Then he would be there for her, if he needed to be. 

Yann threw the door open, pale and clearly flustered. Luka would have to have a word with Kagami about frightening his staff, apparently. “We’re running late now, are you ready?”

“Yeah,” Luka said, shaking his arms out in an attempt to settle his nerves. “Guess I’ll have to be.”

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[madd-nix]

Reuniting, Better Late Than Never

Chapter 4

Woo! Adhd finally gave me some motivation to write again! Sorry for the delay and for a shorter chapter, but I have big plans for the upcoming chapter. So I hope you enjoy, and thank you for still following this story!

Links: Whole work on AO3, Chapter 1 on tumblr, Chapter 2 on tumblr, Chapter 3 on tumblr

Words: 1,692

Rating: PG (ask to tag)

Emmet had gone about his day the same as he always did now. He woke up, fed his and Ingo's pokemon, made himself coffee and some breakfast, then got dressed for work. Once he was ready, he selected six pokemon to take with him for battles, making sure to change it up each day so every member of their teams got a chance to battle at some point. He then left some toys and treats around the apartment to entertain the others before leaving for the station.

Once at work, he went about his day as usual. In the morning, his job typically meant he was monitoring the movement of the trains and making sure they ran on schedule, taking care of any paperwork and making new schedules for all the employees, and occasionally dealing with rude or annoying passengers when they demanded to speak with someone higher up. He always hated that part of the job. Luckily, it was a rare occasion.

After lunch break, it was time to head to the Battle Subway. Since Ingo's disappearance, he alternated between the singles and doubles lines, with the multi lines being on an indefinite hiatus. Today he was scheduled for the singles line.

As he left his office to go to the Battle Subway platform, he heard a familiar voice.

"Emmet! Emmet, hold on!"

Emmet turned to see Clay, marching towards him and waving frantically.

"I am Emmet. I am due to head to the Battle Subway. Is everything alright?"

"Postpone the Battle Subway, son. I've got somethin' more important for ya," Clay said as he adjusted his hat and took out his cell phone.

"More important?" Emmet asked. He then realized what Clay might be talking about. His breathing hitched and his eyes widened.

"Yer a smart kid. You know what I'm talking about already, dont'cha?"

"Clay. Please do not lie. This is about Ingo, isn't it?" Emmet's voice was shaky as he spoke.

"It is. He's over in Sinnoh with my granddad. You wanna talk to him?" Clay held up his phone.

Emmet nodded, but then remembered the Battle Subway. He held up a finger to signal to Clay to hold on, then lifted up his radio to connect with his coworkers.

"I am Emmet. I will be unable to board the Battle Subway. Family emergency. Please inform the challengers. Thank you." With that, he motioned for Clay to follow him.

"To my office. More private."

Together, they walked to Emmet's office. Emmet closes and locks the door, then sits at his desk after pulling out a chair for Clay.

"Are ya ready?" Clay asked as he pulled up his grandfather's contact number on his phone.

Emmet nodded. This would be the first time he'd get to talk to his brother in five years. Because of who Clay's grandfather was, Emmet had known where and when Ingo was located since shortly after he initially went missing. So it was only a matter of time until he returned. And now it was finally happening.

Clay dialed the number and listened as the phone rang. From where he sat, Emmet could just hear Clay's side of the conversation.

"...Hey Granddad...... Yup, I got him here......... Yeah, I'll hand him the phone."

With that, Clay held out the phone to Emmet. Shakily, Emmet took it.

"......Hello?" Emmet's voice was quieter than he meant for it to be, but luckily, the person on the other side was able to hear him regardless.

"Emmet? Emmet, is that you?" Ingo. That was definitely Ingo. Same loud voice, laced with so many emotions. Excitement, joy, nervousness, and slight worry.

"Ingo! Ingo, it's really you! I am Emmet, and I am so verrrrrry happy to hear your voice!" Emmet could feel tears prickling the corners of his eyes. His brother was really back!

"Emmet! Emmet, I-I can't believe it's really you! I've missed you so much!" On the other end, Emmet could hear the faint sounds of moving and footsteps, so he guessed that Ingo was moving now as they talked.

"I have missed you too! Clay told me where you were, and that you were in the past, but I still missed you! Wait. Do you still have amnesia?" Emmet asked.

"I... I do," Ingo admitted. "I am slowly remembering some things, but I know there are still many tracks that are missing and disconnected. But I remembered you! Even while still in Hisui, I could remember a man who looked like me! I remembered that you were someone important to me! I just couldn't remember exactly who you were, but I still knew that I missed you!"

Emmet placed his free hand - the one not holding the phone - on his thigh and squeezed to ground himself. He could not let his emotions overtake him. He couldn't risk losing his ability to speak, even temporarily, since he couldn't use sign language over phone like this. And he knew that whenever he got overstimulated or overly emotional, speaking became harder for him. But squeezing his leg helped. It was something to focus on other than the emotions flooding his brain. He took a deep breath and focused on what he wanted to say next.

".....Emmet?" Ingo's voice sounded a bit worried. Was he taking too long?

"Here. One minute," was all he could get out. Luckily, that was enough for Ingo.

"Take your time, Emmet. I'm not hanging up. Just breathe."

Emmet nodded, even though he knew Ingo wouldn't be able to see it. He focused on his breathing and running the words through his head. He kept squeezing his leg and he started tapping his other foot to add something else to ground himself. Eventually, he felt ready to speak again.

"I am Emmet. I will help you regain your memories. I promise. And I cannot wait to see you. I love you, Ingo. I am so verrrrrry glad you are back!"

"I'm glad to be back! And of course, I love you too, Emmet!" Ingo said, and Emmet could practically hear the smile on his brother's face. There was also a sniffle on the other end, meaning that Ingo was getting emotional over all of this too.

"Look, I really want to talk with you more, but I don't know if a phone conversation is the best way to do it. Clay said he can bring you over here to Sinnoh. Can we talk more then?"

Emmet was so glad that his brother understood what was happening. Even with amnesia, his brother seemed to remember his issues with speaking when he got overly emotional or stimulated. And Emmet wondered if Ingo was also doing this for his own sake. Growing up, Ingo had always been able to tolerate more compared to his brother, and it took him longer to fall into nonverbal spells. But it still happened, and Emmet wondered if Ingo was starting to reach his limit. They were both semi-verbal after all. At least they could sign to each other when they'd finally get to meet up.

"Yup. We can talk more then. I will get ready to leave. See you soon, Ingo."

"See you soon, Emmet."

The phone line went dead as the twins both hung up. Emmet handed the phone back to Clay.

"You doin' alright, son?" he asked.

Emmet nodded and wiped at his eyes. He then held up his hands to sign.

"I am okay. Just tired. But happy," he signed with a tired smile.

"I'll call Skyla and get her to start up the plane," Clay said. "I should also call up Drayden, Iris, and Elesa. Let 'em know about Ingo. In the meantime, why don't you go home? Maybe pack some stuff and relax a bit. I'll let ya know when we're planning to leave."

Emmet nodded and signed "thank you" before getting himself to stand. He'd have to let someone know he'd be leaving for the day.

He and Clay went their separate ways, then Emmet found a depot agent and informed them he would be leaving for the day. Luckily, they didn't ask for details, and Emmet was free to leave. Soon, he'd be home, packing and waiting to go see Ingo. Finally, they'd be a two car train again.

~

Ingo had stepped outside during his phone call with Emmet. It just felt weird to have such a conversation in front of others like that. So now, he stood outside Lian's house, holding Lian's phone as he wiped away his tears. He couldn't believe it. He'd soon get to see his brother again, after just barely remembering him for five years.

He took another moment to compose himself, then he walked back inside. He handed Lian his phone back.

"Thank you, Lian," he said, his voice still slightly shaky and quiet.

"You're welcome, Ingo. But are you doin' alright?" Lian asked as he pocketed his phone.

"Yeah, I'm alright," Ingo said with a nod. He took a seat on the couch again. "I am glad I got to speak with Emmet, and he will be coming to Sinnoh soon. I suppose I'm just a bit emotionally drained."

"Understandable," Sabi said.

"Yeah, that's kinda how I felt when I saw Mom again," Dawn added. "And honestly, it's how I've been feeling these past few days getting to see Rei and Lian and Sabi again too."

"Heh, in that case, why don't we relax a bit with some TV?" Lian suggested.

Ingo nodded, happy for a fun, mindless activity.

"Maybe we can put on a movie?" Johanna suggested.

"Oh yeah, are there any movies we missed out on?" Dawn asked.

"Let's see what I got," Lian said as his Geodude floated over, carrying the remote to him.

Ingo didn't care what they put on. He was just glad for a chance to relax and not have to think. He leaned back into the couch as Lian switched through channels and Dawn, Johanna, and Sabi all discussed movie options. Lian's little Archen flew over to his lap once more, and Ingo absentmindedly ran his fingers through its fur, helping to ground him after such an emotional day.

[grahamcarmen]

how do you think carmen/gray reunion would go? also if there was a spinoff what would you want it to be about

XD i actually wrote a fic? for rcweek a couple years ago i think? and even tho im not totally satisfied with it basically i am ok with one of the paths being meeting on a train somehow becuase im a sucker for repetition with intention being attention for differences highlighted

but tbh i'm not always so certain... should they be more free to just be sad and happy that HE ISN'T DEAD??

or the slight tension because carmen is grappling with the GOOD and BAD that happened? and thus she needs to let herself crack down to the root of it all? carmen tends to be a little cold and withdrawn until she's sure she can rely on said person even if what she wants is to trust them? does the broken ribs outweigh 6 months in her opinion? it must at least a little, her last words were sorrow for him not anger.

or would carmen just be too sad at what she almost did?

is the blame to be adressed , i think it might have to be since gray does feel shame and carmen feels at fault

would gray? be too apprehensive ?

should they address rn that gray could like be...inlikeLIKE with her now or does that need time?? because at the same time i don't think he should keep that buried , itll make him sick and don't do that to my son

but definitely some level of emotional at just. him being alive. and her willing to be there ...AGAIN!... i need them to hug. like can you imagine

tears;sad /mad, i don't care because those 2 always looked like they're about to cry about each other and are like thiiiiiiiis close to being totally honest about how deep those feelings go this could be the dam break

apologies, not i regret! i am sorry! NEED. NEED GRAY'S VOICE TO CRACK [to match carmens from himalayas :0 here at the apologies or later for an i love you is also acceptable] but also there being a bit of process along because why did you guys like...make a gordian knot?? or!like a gordian knot is it solved by -[no im not letting carmen off the hook of processing the wild explanations for her choices to keep him in the dark because the alternative was admitting she lost him]

maybe not all the ones needed yet but the big ones for sure

and maybe a little apprehensive near the end as they see they have to choose to accept it as closure ...orrrr choose to actually stay in each others lives as more than nice memories. they should stay

and it doesn't even have to be the train

him at a new job and her on a caper works too

her trying to find him in a new setting to get the fresh restart feel

maybe even that small delay because there is aLOT to adress and i'll admit that the little byline is how i HOPE it would go but those 2 are so complex that im always just...gimme popcorn and show me -.-please...one cs writer who cares about they...show me which emotions win out.

spinoffs! i would like!

-> SUPER OPEN TO LEARNING MORE ABOUT HER MOM AND HOW SHE GOT TOGETHER WITH WOLFFE and her life a bit after

-> zack and ivy doing ACME training! fitting in! interacting with julia, zari, and chase, and chief!

-> i'm actually curious to see like... maybe not a whole spinoff but like how's sonia? idk maybe in the vein of carmen starting to make an urban legend of herself seeing people she met talk about her or have fun trying to keep up a caper themselves ala ivy with maybe a chance of carmen sweeping in

->does the fanficy VILE ball that lives in my head count as valid at all